Updated July 15, 2016New Book:
A new biography about Michael Hoffman’s conspiracy research student, S.K. “Kent” Bane
A tour-de-force kaleidoscope of the carnival sideshow that is occult America
This biography is not written as history, but a Downardian nightmare narrative of a harrowing psychological ordeal at the hands of the Cryptocracy and its twilight language and mind control triggers and symbolism.
Most Dangerous covers assassinations, synchronicities, Sirius, Travis Bickle, mind control, ritual crimes, Aleister Crowley, the Old South, twilight language and a hundred other sub-rosa categories of recondite exploration. It is a tour-de-force kaleidoscope of the carnival sideshow that is occult America. But above all it is a deeply human cri de coeur over an increasingly bestialized populace which has come about as a result of carefully formulated alchemical processing (p. 245, and chapter 54), which leads to virtual reality subsistence replacing human existence; trading Hoffman Lenses for the VR simulacrum, leading to the fabled penultimate stage of our embalming: “we won’t be able to tell the difference between fact and fiction”(p. 309). To what end? Skynet.
Don’t expect footnotes. The anonymous author is writing about the experiences, intuition and direction of the recent life of S.K. “Kent” Bain, which invokes a virtual stream-of-consciousness adrenalin rush which, despite the almost video-frame intensity of its profusely illustrated pages, is not lacking in what Herman Melville termed deep thought-diving.
This book is a debauched-supermarket-tabloid-celebrity-schlock-headline turned on its head and passed through Alice’s Looking Glass. Elvis and his imitators and Tupelo, Mississippi and John F. Kennedy are pillars to which the book returns repeatedly, and this is understandable because Elvis Imhotep called his hometown Memphis, and the Rite of Memphis was Anton Mesmer’s hypnotic rival to the Scottish Rite for masonic supremacy. In 2013 in the 50th anniversary year of the Kennedy King-kill-33 in Mason Dealey’s Plaza, S.K. Kent Bain suffered a series of attacks, setbacks and battles with what Bob Dylan termed the Chief Commander in this earth and in the world, and if that phrase is remindful of the devil it is meant to be, because after we peel away the MK-Ultra hard letter brand (other hard letter brands are Kodak and Exxon), we have a more immediate source for the cry of havoc resonating down the corridors of our time: ever larger hordes of demon-possessed individuals (Elliott Rodger).
Much of the occult crime and corruption surveyed in Most Dangerous is not necessarily the result of human hands, or secret government plotting. The quantum physics of Cryptocracy is often more than we can imagine, and the web of startling, ominous coincidence documented in this book (pp. 80-81, 92-93, 131, 240, 305, 309, 372-374, 393 and many more), is not necessarily exclusively a product of a cabal on earth. How did the It Girl get It? How did Elvis (p. 243)? What is charm? What did Mesmer mean by “rapport”? The Mk-Ultra brand is sometimes an explaining away of the emanations of entities and entanglements far beyond human agency.
On p. 81 is a photo aboard Air Force One on Nov. 22, 1963, post King-kill, when the hurly burly’s done, and Lady Macbeth Bird is grinning, and Jackie the dethroned Queen of Love (Field) is distraught and devastated, as Baines/Macbeth himself is sharing a wink with one of his toadies. It’s an iconic, worth-a-thousand-words photo, like the one of JFK’s unguarded limousine making its fateful pilgrimage to his Dies Irae, absent Secret Service agents and with a motorcycle escort held to the rear.
As Most Dangerous concludes we see S. Kent Bain descending the last steps of Tim Finnegan’s Ladder, prior to falling into a self-extinguishing scapegoat pattern. Some dedicated activists on behalf of truth and justice have found themselves in a men’s room accused of fondling an undercover policeman (Lt. General Edwin A. Walker); some defendants in spectacular cases have strangely been unable and unwilling to mount a legal self-defense against trumped up charges (Ted Kaczynski; Dzhokhar Tsarnaev; Charles Manson). Bain turns to a type of electronic self-abuse, like that which afflicted Freddie Prinze, who watched the JFK Zapruder-filmed bullet splatter so many times he put a bullet in his own noggin. In Mr. Bain’s case it was immersion in online “blasphemy” pornography. How would he ever get free?
A few caveats: the rare photographs and illustrations in this extraordinary voyage of discovery are taken from, and act to expose, the mass media’s occult “culture” and processing. Nevertheless, readers are cautioned that a few of these are R-rated photos of unclothed women, and some other photos and illustrations are bizarre and potentially unsettling. Also, the supposed Jesus-Elvis parallels (240-241) should not be in the book; and statements about the alleged omnipotence and invincibility of the Cryptocracy (pp. 21 and 156) are what they like to read. It is true that they have been exceedingly successful and have exhibited virtuoso accomplishments in their march through time. But they have also failed miserably, and some of their highest initiates have ended badly. They conceal what they can of these failures. We ought not to be gulled by that concealment into conceding to the Cryptocracy god-like powers. There is but one God.
Reading Most Dangerous made me think of Carnivals of Life and Death. The similarities, both in the personal, anecdotal narrative style, and the powerful study and decoding of symbolism, are unmistakable, at least to this writer. If James Shelby Downard had had a son, he would have been S. Kent Bain. — Michael Hoffman
Paperback, 408 pages.