Many young children report seeing things that adults can’t; like playing with imaginary friends. We invariably dismiss this as childish messing around, or grudgingly allow them their juvenile fantasy while we worryingly count each birthday to make sure they abandon such whims before they get older. Such parents are usually relieved when their child starts school. Once in school the Conformist Regime gets a proper grip begins to work its way into the child’s soul in earnest. At the end of their education they are defaecated out of school as “good, sane and normal citizens”, ready for their semi-detached house and Volvo. Few children can resist their education, but some do. There are men and women whose gift of seeing “imaginary friends” endures to their adulthood. Sometimes the cinema gets involved in their plight:
Harvey is a movie that many people of all ages have an enduring love for. It was adapted from Mary Chase’s Pulitzer Prize-winning play and directed by Henry Koster. It came out in 1950 and was a hit at the box-office, but is to this day still a best-selling DVD. I saw it a few years ago and immediately spotted its powerful and inspiring anti-Conformist message. It’s a film that could have been made for me! The story centres around Elwood P Dowd, an amiable and eccentric middle-aged man, played by James Stewart. He lives with his upper-class sister, Vita, and her daughter in a big house and is a constant irritant and embarrassment to them because he has the most remarkable friend: an invisible six-foot tall white rabbit! This rabbit is called Harvey and follows him everywhere. Unfortunately because Elwood is the owner of the house Vita and her daughter, Myrtle-May, have to tolerate him. Luckily Elwood spends most of his day away from home. He has no job, but instead wanders around town from pub to pub enjoying a quiet drink with Harvey. Elwood’s acquaintances fall into two groups: they either think he’s nuts and avoid him or accept and like him, and subsequently accept the existence of Harvey although they cannot see him. Elwood himself is totally oblivious to people’s reaction to him and appears not to understand how people can’t see his friend, let alone how not being able to see him, and yet hear Elwood talking to him, repels them from both Harvey and himself. The situation reaches a show-down when Elwood unexpectedly comes home in the middle of one of Vita’s high-society luncheons and introduces all the posh ladies to Harvey. They are all horrified and make a hasty exit. Vita and Myrtle-May are furious at how Elwood has tarred their reputation and take him to a psychiatric hospital, euphemistically called Chumley’s Rest. What follows next is one of the most fascinating and poignant storylines that I’ve ever seen in cinema: The doctor admits and promises to “cure” Elwood by giving him an injection of a serum called “Formula 977” that will permanently prevent him from seeing Harvey ever again. The taxi driver who brings Vita and Harvey to Chumley’s Rest is booked to wait-and-return, but demands that Elwood pays the fare before he has the treatment. When Vita asks him why, the cabbie replies: “I’ve been driving people to this place for years and on the way out we have a swell time. We laugh and joke and stop to watch the sunset and listen to the birds singing. Sometimes we stop to listen to the birds when there ain’t no birds and watch the sunset when it’s raining. And I always get a big tip. But on the way back?... Uh-oh!... They crab, crab, crab! ‘Watch the lights!’ ‘Watch the intersection!’ ‘Hurry up!’ ‘Are we there yet?’ And at the end, no tip. Yet it’s the same passenger with the same driver on the same route! It’s that stuff, what the doctors give ‘em up here. Turns ‘em into ‘perfectly normal human beings’, and I know what stinkers they are!” Vita suddenly realizes that she doesn’t want Elwood made “normal” and loves him for the person that he really is, white rabbit and all, and bursts into the doctor’s room just in time to stop Elwood being given the injection.
Many people, children especially, have an ability to see things beyond this world, this 3D/linear time plain that we live in. Yet the Illuminati don’t want us to do that. They want us to believe that this world is all there is. Their power over us depends on us being bored, despondent and demoralized, focused on our toecaps instead of looking up at the flowers and trees. It’s a bit like putting blinkers on as horse. They know they can’t rule people who refuse to put on those blinkers. They are terrified of people like Elwood P Dowd who can see beyond the veil. This is why they descend with such enraged panic on anyone who exhibits signs of being able to do that. They spiritually blind us from the earliest age. Many children who have “imaginary friends” are committed to a psychiatrist and given medicine and indoctrination to brainwash them out of it. They’re told to “grow up” and are warned that other kids will bully and reject them unless they stop “this imaginary friend nonsense”. Many parents innocently collaborate with this programme in the belief that it is the best thing for their child, only because when they were children they probably experienced the same brainwashing by their own parents. Another more recent film on this subject is Drop Dead Fred. It’s about a woman whose imaginary friend from childhood comes back to haunt her. The film is a comedy and Rik Mayall plays the imaginary friend, but the theme of the story is the same as that of Harvey. In this case the woman is given sinister green pills by the doctor, who’s “a world-leading expert on the imaginary friend problem”, that she takes twice a day and her imaginary friend gets weaker and weaker every time while he pleads with her to stop. In the end he persuades her, but not soon enough to prevent him from disappearing out of her life forever. There follows a very moving farewell. But the film ends happily when the woman discovers that her boyfriend’s son is now seeing the same imaginary friend that she did!
Credo Mutwa, the Zulu Shaman I mentioned below, addresses this subject in his long interview with David Icke. He relates how South African children who were given the BCG vaccination were robbed of the ability to see otherworldly beings. I think this is the same thing as Western children being stripped of their imaginary friends. It would be called "beneficial" and a "cure" in Western society, but in Mutwa's world the people understood what was really going on. They went to great lengths to "protect their children's spiritual eyes": Burning the kids' arms with hot maize grain to make a fake BCG mark. Credo also mentions that Zulu children were given a pink sugary sweet called "Bonsela" that they became addicted to; and it had the same effect. Maybe Bonsela contained chemical additives that resemble "Formula 977". In the modern West, food and drink laced with aspartame and other additives is most strongly marketed to children. Why is that eh?
If any HPANWO readers have small children who report seeing “imaginary friends” then I urge you to encourage that! Ask them about their friend; what do they look like, what’s their name? Ask the child to introduce you to them! Their friend may well not be imaginary. It may well be the kind of thing you used to see as a child before the powers of Conformism shut our minds down and made us into “sane, normal, good citizens”. A whole new generation of people will be soon be living whom the Illuminati cannot blinker. When that happens their rule will be over, forever. It will be a memory, like the one you might have of your own childhood imaginary friend. When that day comes, who knows? Maybe you and your old imaginary friend will be reunited! Then you can play together for the rest of your life in a society that welcomes and accepts you both.