The Santa Claus Effect Deception series
I have long been curious about the origins and nature of how physiological warfare or PYSOPS has been used to strategically lie, manipulate and then herd the masses into a group thought/belief and/or action that ultimately served the agenda of the controlling elite, NWO, Deep State, etc. The process about awaking up to a realized moment about a mind controlling lie(s) is a phenomena I’ve termed the “Santa Claus Effect.”
I grew up in a Christian home. My father was a nuclear physicist and aerospace engineer and mother was a stay at home housewife. When I was little, much as I suspect is the case for most Christian children, I was told about Christmas and Santa Claus. We were told that Jesus was born in Bethlehem but never that this was located in Palestine.
From the moment I was old enough to grasp the story about a Christmas and Santa Claus, a jovial man, dressed in red with a white beard, who flew around the world on Christmas Eve (in 24 hours) in a magical sled pulled by flying reindeer, landing on the rooftop of every home on the planet to then slide down the chimney to leave presents for every child who had been nice, I was hooked. I never ever considered the impossibility of the story I was told this by my parents, and I guess, on some level, I didn’t want to question it. I was hooked on all of the excitement leading up to and to be revealed on Christmas Day. Each year I swore to myself that I would always ask for fun toys. Clothes and such were just a bummer and a waste of wrapping paper.
Year after year, when Christmas came around, my parents would ask me and my sisters what we wanted, and in large part, mostly these gift ideas would magically show up wrapped and under the Christmas tree. Oh, let me not forget that it was a tradition that Mom and Dad would always be sure to put out cookies and milk for Santa Claus and carrots as treats for the reindeer.
On Christmas Eve, if we were lucky, each of us would get to open one small present. Afterwards my sisters and I would attempt to go to sleep. Mostly, I would toss and turn all night in excitement of the morning of gift opening. Wake at the crack of dawn as I did, on Christmas morning, I had a tradition of waking my sisters and then our parents. Everyone took such joy in the whole process.
We would all go to the living room where the Christmas tree was situated, adorned with ornaments and beautifully glowing lights. Mom and Dad always made sure to make each of us aware, that the milk had been drunk and that the cookies and the carrots had been eaten. This was definitive proof that Santa Claus had surely come to our house and personally delivered the gifts.
One year, as it got closer to Christmas Day, I noticed that Mom and Dad were secretly bringing large bags into their bedroom. Curiously, I caught a glimpse of one of my parents wrapping a gift for me that ended up under the Christmas tree, a present that as I would later discover, was marked From: Santa Claus.
My radar was up and I was getting suspicious about this Santa Claus fellow. A year passed and at around 8 years old I was probing a friend, who was a couple of years older, about this Santa Claus guy and Christmas. In an oh-by-the-way manner he convincingly stated that there was in fact no Santa Claus and that they whole thing was … sort of a nice lie.
On hearing this and in the moment, my heart just sank. I wanted to cry. I felt so deeply betrayed by the mythology of this story I had been told by parents, my God/creator figures/truth tellers. How could they lie to me? I was instinctively trained to trust them. I felt violated and ashamed that I had not been smart enough to see through everything, connect the dots and know that I had been lied to.
So again, upon having what I now call, and have termed, my first “Santa Claus Moment,” I put on my game face and tried, as cool as I could, to shrug off the reality that I had been lied to by my parents and manned up my best response to this older friend by saying, “Ya, I knew that.”
I would not understand until I became an adult how profoundly this Santa Claus Moment would affect me. I would not have the capacity to comprehend, how this phenomena could be used towards me and the world population as a whole, to pervert the innocence of trust into a manufactured naiveté that could be exploited. I would not understand the intentionality of how this “Santa Claus Effect” could be harnessed by the elite, the powerful and the media to manipulate group thoughts and actions.
“We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of… If we understand the mechanism and motives of the group mind, it is now possible to control and regiment the masses according to our will without them knowing it.” — Dr. Edward L. Bernays, considered the founding Father of Public Relations. (1891-1995)
Flashing back to my early years and influences, my Father, a brilliant and good man, level-headed, I thought, was a bit of a Super-hawk as I now see it in retrospect. His first major job out of college was designing missile guidance systems for fighter jets. In his time off, and when we lived in California, he would work on Barry Goldwater’s presidential campaign. We would later move from California to Texas where he would work on the space program and play a major role in putting our first man on the moon.
In his role as Creator/God figure/Truth Teller, I took what my father told me as gospel and truth. His worldview on life shaped my worldview. My love and respect for my father and his goodness as a human being made it easy for me to trust in what he told me. I never saw my Dad smoke a cigarette and only occasionally saw him drink a beer. As my authority figure he taught me right from wrong, how to be honest and a good person, and how to recognize and protect myself from bullies at school. There was an unspoken philosophy that “only the strong survived”, “work hard and prosper” and that in the world of global politics ‘the winner spoke softly and carried a big stick.”
I grew into adulthood and under certain Republican and hawkish narratives. As such, it was clear that my father’s worldview of America was one that painted us as the good guys wearing the white hats, global cops for justice, who faced a world of mostly irrational and crazy thinking people who hated our freedom and wanted to destroy it and us at any cost.
Admittedly, I found a certain comfort in this narrative that was coincidently drum-beat by almost every TV show, Film, News Program and print media article. Music prophets of the time fortunately sang a different tune. I found a comfort in knowing that our military was the best in the world and could, if necessary, defeat anyone. Admittedly, I was naïve at the time and only considered that our US media, in a Walter Cronkite manner, would only tell the truth, for bad or for good. I never considered that our white hat wearing media would ever bias the news or distort the facts for propaganda purposes. Our American narrative stated that only evil nations would do such things. Wow, was I in for a big surprise once I started to wake up and study this whole media phenomena.
“The conscious and intellectual manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country.” — Dr. Edward L. Bernays, considered the founding Father of Public Relations.
You see, growing up during the Cold War as I did, the media narrative and group talk about Russia and their people went something like this. The Russians are Communists, amoral people, don’t believe in God, don’t value human life the way we do, their military and nuclear weapons are poised to preemptively destroy America because they hate our freedom, capitalism and everything we stand for. This was the ever-present drumbeat of the American media machine. This propaganda narrative, as I now know, was designed to keep Americans in fear and never to question the billions upon billions of hard earned taxpayers dollars going into our Nation’s military buildup and ever growing arsenal of nuclear weapons. We had to be superior in order to win if a war was to ever occur with Russia. And, according to the media, this was just around the corner and was just a matter of time. Are you beginning to hear a familiar drum beat?
“If tyranny and oppression come to this land, it will be in the guise of fighting a foreign enemy.” – James Madison (1751 -1836)
Then one day, a remarkable thing happened. President Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev agreed to a peace accord and to bring down the Berlin Wall, the great symbol of separate ideologies and beliefs. The world watched on TV as people on both sides of the wall literally sledgehammered toward one another to meet, create an opening for freedom and unite in brotherly and sisterly love. The impossible had happened. People of the free and non-communistic world were now united with a people, whom we had been told through the US media, lived under the constant oppression and barbarism of Communism.
Our news media began to dialog with people and families in Russia and give American viewers, for the first time, a real look into life behind the iron curtain. Surprisingly and undeniably, the lives the Russian people was much like ours. They wanted to wake up, have their coffee and a good meal, make sure their children studied well, made good grades, expressed their creativity and succeeded in life. They wanted happiness, to find true love and to fulfill their dreams. They wanted peace and wanted a world of peace for their children and all other children of the world to grow up in. We painfully learned that they had never ever hated our freedom and the American way of life, as we had been told through our media. In fact, the exact opposite was true, they wanted and loved our freedom and everything it had to offer. It was a Santa Claus moment for millions upon millions of Americans, including myself.
My first direct touch point into politics came after graduating high school. I became a professional motocross racer of note in Northern Virginia, and as it turned out, Teddy Mondale, Vice President Fritz Mondale’s son also raced. We met and became friends at the races. Occasionally I would go to Teddy’s house at the Vice Presidential mansion in WDC. I went out on a couple of dates with his sister Eleanor and as a result got to meet and know VP Mondale. He was a remarkably nice and always gracious man. Living near the Washington beltway, as I did, the tension of our national and global politics was always in the air.
After my racing career, cut short by an injury, I went away to college. Political science and media communication classes started to shed light on how and for what purpose propaganda was used to lie to the masses. After graduating from college and taking my first job, I decided to explore politics a little further.
The first book I decided to read was Richard Nixon’s The Real War. Corrupt as he was determined to be, Nixon had a reputation of being a brilliant foreign strategist and I wanted to know the big picture about how global politics worked. As I read through the book his worldview became obvious. In the global scheme of things, the earth was like a chessboard where world leaders and powers vied for control and ownership over certain strategic resources such as oil, natural gas, water and important metals like titanium, platinum, chromium, etc.
Having strategic resources and/or having access to them was paramount in the manufacturing process of military/missile weaponry, planes and jet aircraft engines. These resources were also key to industrial growth, technological development and the American way of life. Therefore, it was critical to keep strategic resources out of the hands of political powers or groups that had anti-western sentiments. It was especially paramount, because U.S. soil had little to zero yield of strategic metals and without such, you could not manufacture jet aircraft engines, intercontinental ballistic missiles, nuclear weapons and so on. As such, the US had to make sure the leadership of other countries, who had such resources on their soil, would give us access to them. Wow, now I was beginning to understand the reasoning behind the U.S. having and maintaining some 1000 plus military bases around the world.