PSIONICS
It is impossible to understand
how dangerous Charles Cosimano really is without understanding his work. And let there be no mistake in this. Cosimano is unquestionably the world’s
foremost expert in psionics and mindcontrol.
He has dedicated decades of his life and a not inconsiderable fortune to
it. In point of fact he even
impoverished himself for a time in the process of learning the details of his
art. He is, quite literally, a man who
is willing to put his money, and everything else, where his mouth is.
It is easy to laugh at the image he likes to project. He has even been known to wear a colander on his head wired to an ancient set of TV rabbit ears. His sense of humor knows no bounds but do not be fooled by it. And do not be fooled by the primitive appearance of the equipment he uses. It works and it has been known to work dramatically. Understand that Charles Cosimano writes about nothing unless he has proven it by experience. NOTHING! Every single thing he talks about, no matter how impossible it may sound, he has actually done himself with his boxes and helmets.
People who meet him often wonder
about the simple nature of the equipment he designs. There is a reason why it looks like something an eight-year-old
may make and that is he designs equipment that an eight-year-old can make. He does this intentionally. He wants everyone in the world to have
psionic equipment and that means it has to be accessible and easy to
build. He designs nothing that cannot
be put together with parts that are easily obtained.
There is a reason for this and it
is rather arcane so bear with me.
Cosimano is a firm believer in the principle of the armed citizen. And he is all too well aware of the tendency
of governments to try to control such things so he has set out, and succeeded,
in creating things that cannot be effectively controlled. How can any government regulate dials in
cardboard boxes without looking ridiculous?
And how could such regulations possibly be enforced? His simple radiobox design, which is nothing
more than a transistor radio with a couple of things added that are usually
found around the house and if not easily purchased anywhere, is a very powerful
instrument and totally uncontrollable by the state. And it gets better from his point of view. When asked one time what his most powerful
instrument was, he took out a simple flashlight, laughed and said, “Focused
light. Nothing more effective.”
But what has he done with this
equipment? Has he worked to help
humanity? Are you kidding? He hates humanity! Once he was asked how a Theosophist, who believes in the
brotherhood of humanity, despise it so much.
He answered and said, “I hate my relatives. There is nothing in the First Object that says we have to like
people.” So there you have it, devices
so simple as to be commonplace yet with tremendous power in the wrong hands,
very much in the wrong hands. And he is
not alone.
Charles Cosimano has built up a
network of devoted followers, some of them in very important positions in the
governments of the world. He has
jokingly said that his Psionic Terrorism book violates the domestic laws of
every country in Europe and all of them would hire him in a heartbeat.
And he is not hesitant to put
this network to work. For example,
consider his Watchtower Project.
In the spring of 1999 the
Columbine Massacre occured. Cosimano’s
reaction was the expected, “The kids are all right but they need to work on
their detonators.” But he had another
reaction, this time to those who demanded that there be less violence in the
media. He would give them a lesson in
failure.
For those of you who do not know,
the Watchtower Project was very simple.
It merely required that those participating wire themselves into psionic
equipment and then play a violent video game.
The energy from the consciousness of the player would then go
broadcasting out and get into the subconscious of everyone susceptible.
From what has happened in the
world since then it would seem obvious that his project has succeeded beyond
his wildest imaginings.
Untold power in the hands of a
man who has no morals.
Uncle Chuckie is the man.