NSA Offers Password Backup Service to American Citizens

Under fire over more disclosures of intrusive wiretapping and in an effort to rebuild their image, the NSA provide an unprecedented service to American citizens, though at the moment, still met with mixed feelings.

Saving all your passwords for $25 per month only

“Who's never forgotten their email passwords, mobile access codes, or bank details? No more hassle, NSA takes care of that for you!” says the attractive slogan used by the now infamous National Security Agency to unveil their brand new service which goes by the malicious title of “Unlocked: we remember everything you don’t, and more.”

The idea is pretty simple: for 25 dollars per month, a special unit of NSA will automatically save all your Internet passwords and store it in its databases “over unlimited time”. Fiendishly proactive, whenever you enter two incorrect passwords they'll receive a notification and automatically resend the correct one without any action on your part required. “They'll even update the tiniest modification in your login date in real-time” says James, 28, thrilled.

“Allies should help one another”

It is with great emotion that actual head of NSA, Admiral Michael Rogers, commented back on what led to this extremely altruistic offer. During his time as eavesdropper-in-chief, he happened to witness online the mishap of a European president who could not remember the password to the secure account he used for sharing top-secret documents. “But we had it in our database all along. Besides, we're still using it today” said Rogers. “Allies should help one another, shouldn't they?” Undoubtely a much appreciated help in the digital jungle both States and private individuals are now living in. However, Richard Ledgett, Assistant Director of Operations is more prosaic regarding the original vocation of the project: “You know, storing the personal data of our citizens is our job and we've been doing it for a long time so we may as well get money and publicity out of it,” he confessed.

For the moment, the general public appears quite doubtful. According to a consumer panel, the fear that their data could be used for secret monitoring purposes would be the main argument. “We do understand  and respect this concern” said Admiral Rogers. “Our citizens have every right to reject the services of the NSA. We're a free country! Simply, they will be covertly outsourced to our British or Canadian counterparts so everyone is happy.”

Original text by LE GORAFI translated from French by EY@EL
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Like a Monster

Welcome to our wonderful world
Into the house of the Lord,
I am your new messiah.
No need to worry anymore,
I'm back, bringing you
True happiness, money and love.
I'm like a monster!

Listen and gather together to me.
You can worship me,
You can touch me, I'm your preacher.
I do love you
And shall destroy all of your miseries.
I am your maker,
I'm like a monster!

I'm your new president,
Hard pushed with all your troubles.
Both the Americans and the Chinese
Are abolishing death penalty,
I foresee happiness and joy
In our countries.
I'm your devoted friend,
I'm like a monster!

I'm your new TV host
On Bliss Channel.
I shall make you
The star of all good people
Overnight — trust me,
I am your maker,
I'm like a monster!

Original text by NICOLA SIRKIS translated from French by EY@EL
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Visits From the Other Side: When Our Beloveds Visit Us in Dreams

Last summer, I had a succession of the weirdest of dreams involving someone I've dated thirty years ago. On the first night, we were strolling around some lonely urban boulevard with huge glass and steel structures. All of a sudden, an explosion blew off all the windows of a near-by building. Some life-saving instinct prompted me to throw myself down with my face to the ground, which is how I was left unscathed. But my friend took the full blast. His face was covered in glass shards and blood. He could not see anything and was in a downright panic. I wanted to take him to the nearest pharmacy, but he said it was too late. I woke up in confusion with some sense of helplessness. The second night, we were standing in a rail yard. He looked very upset and silently kissed me goodbye before disappearing on board of some freight train. Again, I woke up with a weird sensation and profound sadness. Since I'd had that kind of dream contacts before with people of importance in my life, always for a specific purpose, whether to forgive and heal or to renew precious friendships, I spared no effort in attempt to find him, even though I expected to find hundreds with the same name in the United States alone (his home country). But as always when I'm in the flow, my research was fruitful. It was a great shock (though no big surprise) to find he had died on the previous summer, not as a result of the long illness he had been suffering from (“It's too late”), but in a car crash (the glass shards on his face). The meaning of this dream to me is all very clear and personal.

Ey@el

Life is a dream walking, death is a going home.

Chinese proverb

I just realized that my first dream visitation came from my cat. I wonder if it is easier for animals to cross over these thresholds, since they do not seem limited by our view of what is “real” or not.  My cat Aeshie (whose name came to me in a dream) often acted as my co-therapist, a grey Buddha in a fur suit.  She would come down to my office and do therapy with me (when she felt like it- she was still a cat, after all). She seemed to have an innate knowing of just who needed their leg rubbed, or to have a cat in their lap, at just the right moment.

If we allow ourselves to suspend our own disbelief in the possibility of multiple realities, we can experience great comfort and connection when our departed human beloveds visit us in our dreamworlds.  Many people I know who have lost a loved one say that they have had a sense that their dad or grandma visited them in a dream, but they weren’t sure if they could believe it.  Or else they say that they wish they could have a visit, and wonder why mom hasn’t shown up yet.

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Mind Games

We're playing those mind games together,
Pushing the barriers planting seeds,
Playing the mind guerrilla,
Chanting the Mantra peace on earth.

We all been playing those mind games forever,
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil,
Doing the mind guerrilla,
Some call it magic the search for the grail.

Love is the answer and you know that for sure.
Love is a flower you got to let it grow.

So keep on playing those mind games together,
Faith in the future out of the now,
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas,
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind.

Yeah we're playing those mind games forever,
Projecting our images in space and in time.

Yes is the answer and you know that for sure.
Yes is surrender, you got to let it go.

So keep on playing those mind games together,
Doing the ritual dance in the sun,
Millions of mind guerrillas,
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel.

Keep on playing those mind games forever,
Raising the spirit of peace and love.

(I want you to make love, not war
I know you've heard it before)

John Lennon, 1973

About this song

This song was written in 1969 during the recording sessions of Let It Be, the last album of the Beatles, released in 1970, and was originally entitled "Make Love Not War" as in the famous hippy motto. The title changed after Lennon read a book called Mind Games: The Guide of Inner Games he enjoyed so much he told his author, Robert Master, he was a big fan.

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Identified Flying Objects

I'm super pissed off at all the misled who bought into the propaganda of the genuine official “fake news” providers who, amongst other things, strongly believe in global warming caused by human activity rather than a major consequence of geoengineering ops including the spraying of hazardous chemicals in the atmosphere to deflect solar radiation. To all the irritating acrimonious parroosters (a cross-breed between gallinaceous poultry and spittacines) with long extensible necks and short inflexible minds, arrogant enough to call anyone with inverted flexibility (that is with a shorter neck but a more flexible mind) a “paranoid conspiracy theorist” —you bunch of contortionist suckers, your polluted fossil thinking is a serious threat to the inhabitants of this planet. Really, try getting your heads out of this inappropriate body orifice I will not name and see for yourselves how the temperature actually drops !

Assuredly, I'll say it again, we all do want clean and renewable energy (of which nuclear definitely is not) that is actually available but systematically destroyed, the inventors/finders of which are being persecuted, ridiculed and called charlatans just like heretics of yesteryear were burnt at the stakes.

Indoctrination is definitely not the prerogative of religions. Of course not! Corporative science (which keeps the public in the dark regarding the full extent of its real advancement) is just as great at screwing minds if not even better.

Seriously, these people are just deluded and have chosen to rely on beliefs that reassure them. For acknowledging that our governments may be doing such things logically is just not acceptable. Without getting into arguments on whether this approach makes sense when examined from this narrow perspective and with the limited data available to the mind that computed it, what do we really know about the powers behind these manipulations ? What do we really know about the very nature of life and death, of dimensions and other lifeforms in the universe? Both little and far more depending whether you found the way out of the mental prison in which reside those who have never experienced anything else (at least as far as they can remember).

So, if only the pictures below showing the inside of chemtrail planes could knock some sense into our low flying birds. Who knows? Heavy metals are so known to alter brain functions.

The above pictures were sent to Gregg Prescott, author and editor of In5d website via a private message on Facebook:

Hi Gregg, I follow your in5d website everyday and I’m thankful there are like minded people like yourself who are aware of global things that I have know since I was a little girl. I came across some photos from a trusted source of the inside of planes that are used for chemtrails and I figured if I passed them on to you, you can help spread more awareness with it on your website. Let me know if this is ok with you. Thanks.

More pictures on In5d.com.

Finally, a last minute information regarding an incident at Portland International recorded and archived for posterity as a downloadable audio file in which you can hear an air traffic controller telling a Southwest pilot: “I don’t know if it’s normal I just haven’t seen it that low; it appears like a chemtrail-type situation off your left wing.” Her transmission is cut off before she can finish her sentence. When you hear her again 10 seconds later, she alters her phrasing to say: “Alright, a contrail off your left wing.”  (source)

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Affair of the Heart

The heartbreaker's
Strong heart
Of stone sank
At the sight
Of his sweetheart,
Pretty as the morning,
A heart-shaped
Disheartening
Smile on her lips.

Struck at the heart,
The strong and heavy-hearted
Had to know for sure
And pour his heart
To the one who
Made his heart
Both warm and cold.

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By Some Miracle

As I gave into temptation,
I've strayed across the line.

(Keep it under wraps in the cold store,
Put it to the back of your mind...
Put it to the back of your mind...)

But, by some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back again.
By some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back.

I'm crawling back again...
I'm crawling back again...

There's a black dog down in the basement,
It's barking at my name,
Snapping at my heels when I falter.

Kick it but it won't go away.
Kick it but it won't go away.

But, by some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back again.
By some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back.

I'm crawling back again...
I'm crawling back again...

(Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!
Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!
Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!)

Original text by PHILIP SELWAY
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