May I tell you about something quite interesting that happened to me on Twitter the other day?

I was trolling the Moon Mongs, as you do, with yet another post pouring scorn on their infantile space travel fantasy, when I noticed quite an intelligent-sounding response from someone sceptical of my scepticism.

The impression he gave was of being a veteran conspiracy theorist who had now attained a covetable state of measured enlightenment, giving him insights which he wished to share online with fellow discerning rabbit holers.

For some bizarre reason - and maybe this should have been a clue - this supposedly Awake expert had got it into his head that the various Moon missions were not a conspiracy but were real things that had actually happened.

Here is how he expressed his point:

Most conspiracies turn out to be true, but we need a candle in the Stygian darkness. I choose to believe in human ingenuity and the iterative nature of technological advancement. Believing that the Moon mission is fake, etc., must be a miserable headspace to be in. I'm good

Later, he added:

Put it this way, those of us who have been around the block with conspiracy research, psychedelics, & the occult know that there are particular dangers with it. The later you get redpilled in life (your mental model of reality gets detonated), the more prone you are to them. QED.

And:

[James Delingpole is] the guy who platforms really important people ( i.e. Simon Elmer) but when I recommend it, people say he's the one repeatedly posting on social media about false flags and moon landings being fake. It's exasperating. Credulous normie <middle ground> tinfoil maximalist.

So now you get a fairly good idea of the quality of my correspondent. He’s articulate and intelligent if a bit pretentious (‘Stygian’; ‘iterative’). He’s speaking from a position of insight and good faith because he is a longstanding truth movement insider. He’s a fairly regular listener (familiar with at least one of my podcast guests). And he’s no square, Daddy-O! He has done his share of psychedelics [groovy, baby!] and he knows all about the occult because he has done his ‘conspiracy research.’ All in all, I think we can agree, he’s the kind of commenter whose opinions anyone in the truth movement should treat with at least a modicum of respect because this guy is definitely no Normie.

But here’s the kicker. The guy is completely fake. He’s either a bot programmed with worryingly advanced AI. Or he’s a devious but reasonably bright kid working for one of the intelligence agencies.

We can infer his fakeness by looking at his name M19327t67 [Making up realistic fake names is never fun, especially when you’ve got to do lots of them, so I can see why he couldn’t be bothered]; by noting that he first appeared on Twitter as recently as January 2026 [another hallmark of false accounts]; and that his total ‘Following’ and ‘Followers’ are respectively 0 and 0.

Now obviously I’m not asking you to care very much about what goes on in the comments of a social media site you probably don’t even use. But my point here is a bit broader than that. What I’m trying to illustrate is the extraordinary degree to which what you might call the ‘dissident community’ is infiltrated and manipulated by bad actors. And also to show you just how sophisticated and calculating are the methods used by those bad actors to achieve a very specific effect.

The effect They - in this case the intelligence services, acting on behalf of our Satanic Overlords - are trying to achieve is ‘manufactured doubt.’

This becomes more obvious when you consider the underlying message of what this supposed ‘conspiracy theorist’ who has ‘been around the block’ is saying in his tweets.

He is saying: “C’mon guys. I’m one of you. I’m totally on your side, normally, but on this occasion, with the moon landings you’ve completely got it wrong. This stuff makes you and James look unhinged.”

And: “Look, I love this James Delingpole character as much as the rest of you. But his position on the moon landings betrays a nihilistic bleakness, a mental instability even, which should be of concern to us all.”

And: “And you know what else? It’s kind of damaging to our cause, all this crazy extremism, because it’s getting in the way of our vital mission to win over the Normies.”

Anyone who has spent any length of time in the conspiracy space will be familiar with these arguments. You’ll often find them in the comments sections below pretty much every conspiracy post. And invariably they will purport to come from someone who has long been a fan but who, on this occasion, is a little disappointed in the extreme direction you’ve taken.

Here - to show it’s not just me - is a tweet someone recently addressed to dissident cartoonist Bob Moran:

With Covid, you were on the right side of history.

Now you are utterly confused, but it’s OK nobody’s perfect.

This prompted OffGuardian to comment:

Very common.



“I usually agree with you about [old thing], but I gotta say on [current thing] you’re way off!”



Maybe accompanied by threats to stop reading or subscribing.

Yes. Exactly.

Now as you are probably aware, I haven’t been fully Awake for all that long. Five or six years, maybe. So until quite recently, these shenanigans were new to me. And my instinctive response was to assume that these negative comments came from a position of good faith.

Back then I had yet to come down off the high we’d all experienced during those joyous London marches. “Isn’t this great? Aren’t we all amazing? How lucky I am have met all these wonderful Awake people, like the oldest, bestest friends I never knew I had!”

Sure I was aware of the existence of such nefarious types as ‘Agents provocateurs’. Indeed, I’d seen one in action once, as we all marched - or rather ambled because that was more in keeping with the mood - past 10 Downing Street [official residence of the prime minister]. He was a young man who suddenly started yelling vicious abuse at the police. What made him stick out like a sore thumb was that his behaviour was so totally out of tune with the prevailing peace and love vibe. “Are you OK, mate?” someone asked him kindly, apparently concerned that he was mentally ill or having a fit. But the professional agitator - for that is clearly what he was - irritably waved his would-be helper away and redoubled his efforts to provoke the police. I remember his behaviour vividly because it seemed so wildly over the top, the way he jerked convulsively like one of those zombies in World War Z on the verge of assailing the protective fence surrounding the secure compound.

But bad actors like that young man, I believed back then, were very much the exception rather than the rule. My rules on whom to trust and whom not to trust were about as sophisticated as this: “If they’re nice to me then they’re definitely a goodie”. Partly, I suppose, this was down to congenital naivety; partly to the fact that I find it too exhausting and dispiriting to spend my life treating each new social encounter as the equivalent of dangling my testicles over a Sydney funnel web spider’s tunnel; and partly it came out of what seemed to be a rational calculation. “C’mon James. You’re just not big enough and important enough for the intelligence services to waste any of their valuable time and resources trying to entrap you or even spy on you. You just ain’t worf it, mate!”

How wrong can you be? Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago and to an extraordinary document drawn to my attention in a post by a fellow Substacker called alimcforever. Though the document has been in the public domain since 2014, when it was exposed by Glenn Greenwald, this was the first I’d heard of it. I’ll let Alimcforever sum up the contents, which she does in a piece titled The Intelligence Playbook - Co-Ordinated Comment Campaigns Work and How Audiences Can Spot Them.

In February 2014, Glenn Greenwald published a classified GCHQ training presentation from the Snowden archive in The Intercept. It was called “The Art of Deception: Training for a New Generation of Online Covert Operations” and it was classified SECRET//SI//REL TO USA, FVEY, which means it was shared across the Five Eyes intelligence alliance — the UK, US, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.

The presentation came from a GCHQ unit called the Joint Threat Research Intelligence Group, or JTRIG. According to its own slides, JTRIG had two core purposes: injecting false material onto the internet to destroy the reputation of targets, and using social sciences to manipulate online conversations and activism to produce outcomes the government considered desirable. That is GCHQ’s own description of what they were doing.

The slides laid out what they called a “Disruption Operational Playbook” — infiltration operations, ruse operations, set piece operations, false flag operations, false rescue operations, disruption operations, and sting operations. They also listed named tools. UNDERPASS manipulated online polls. SLIPSTREAM inflated page view counts. GESTATOR amplified approved YouTube content. SILVERLORD censored videos flagged as extremist. SPRING BISHOP found private Facebook photos. CHANGELING spoofed email addresses so messages appeared to come from someone else.

By early 2013, over 150 JTRIG staff were fully trained, and a separate initiative was rolling out a reduced version of the tradecraft to more than 500 other GCHQ analysts.

Did you get that? Thirteen years ago, just one of the three branches of UK intelligence had already trained at least 650 operatives in the art of internet black ops. And not only against ‘terrorists’ or ‘hostile nations’ but, as the article goes on to note, “against people suspected but not charged with ordinary crimes or against people engaged in online protest activity.” Against people like you and me, in other words. If freedom movements were already that heavily infiltrated and manipulated in the pre-Covid, pre-Slava-Ukraini, pre-Gaza, pre 77th Brigade eras, can you imagine how much more so they are now?

Here’s where it gets even more interesting. The article lists, from JTRIG’s Art of Deception training slides, the 10 Principles of Influence which GCHQ staff can use to divide, dispirit and disrupt the State’s enemies. [That’ll be you and me again, btw]

Flattery — compliment the target first, build a sense of connection before introducing doubt. The slides describe this as constructing an experience in the target’s mind that they accept without realising what is happening.

Social Compliance / Authority — invoke expertise or institutional credibility to pressure conformity.

Herd — make it look like everyone disagrees, create the appearance of consensus where none exists.

Consistency — hold people to past statements to trap them in contradictions.

Reciprocity — give something first (praise, engagement, attention) so the target feels obliged to respond.

Distraction — redirect the conversation away from the core point.

Time — create urgency or delay, whichever serves the operation.

Deception — present false information as true.

Dishonesty — misrepresent who you are, what you want, or who you work for.

Need and Greed — exploit what the target wants, whether that is validation, engagement, or audience growth.

For me Ali’s piece - and explanatory TikTok video - were Eureka moments. They opened my eyes to the reasoning behind phenomena which had hitherto made no sense to me, such as all those critical comments I so often get online which employ the “I usually love your work but…” or the “James Delingpole used to talk a lot of sense but…” formulae.

It’s true that for most of my journalistic career I espoused opinions very different from the ones I hold now. So I’m certainly not discounting the possibility that some of these comments really are from genuine former fans upset that their favourite pro-Israel, pro-Monarchy, pro-Empire, pro-Trump conservative has turned into a babbling tin-foil-hatted loon whose new position on all his former likes is that they are baby-eating satanists. But the frequency with which these comments appeared, often in clusters, and usually below pieces destroying particularly cherished Normie sacred cows - a piece for Conservative Woman saying that AIDS was a faked pandemic, say - did make me wonder. I mean, isn’t the normal, natural response when one of your favourite writers goes off just to stop reading them? You don’t lurk in the comments section below their articles like some embittered former lover, pouring out bile to show them how betrayed and rejected you feel. Why - unless you were a psychopath, or maybe a masochist - would you bother? Who has the time for that sort of thing, anyway?

But once I’d realised that these formulae came straight out of the JTRIG playbook it made much more sense. By claiming to have been a fan the intelligence operative/bot assumes the mantle of a trustworthy in-group member. It’s not necessary that all the other commenters should be taken in. The purpose is merely to lay a few breadcrumbs of doubt. All it takes is one or two carefully placed words of scepticism among otherwise enthusiastic comments and on an unconscious level the loyal followers will be set to thinking: “Well not everyone seems to think this podcaster/Tweeter is as great as I do. Might it be that my judgement is awry?”

This offers quite a useful insight into the mindset and strategy aims of the intelligence services - and their Cabal masters - with regards to the Truth movement. Their approach seems to be one of damage limitation. That is, They have realised that They are not going to be able to reprogramme us back to Normiedom because we’re all too far gone for that. And They can’t just kill us all because that would be a bit obvious. So the best way of containing us and neutralising us, they appear to have decided, is to reduce us to lots of bickering, mutually distrusting sub groups incapable of uniting to form a cohesive resistance or indeed of agreeing on which conspiracies are real and which ones have just been invented by our enemies to make us look ridiculous.

An example of the latter is what I call the ‘Discrediting Our Cause’ fallacy. This, or a variant thereon, is something you often encounter if you endorse one of the more outré conspiracy theories - say, Paul is Dead, or ‘dinosaurs never existed but dragons did’, or, the most obvious one, Flat Earth. You find yourself being accused of letting the side down by embracing the kind of lunatic fringe notions that frighten off the Normies and prevent them from ever learning the truth about other, much more important and real conspiracies.

There are lots of good counterarguments to this fallacy, which I rehearsed three years ago in a piece inevitably titled ‘Discrediting Our Cause’.

It began:

“I was all ready to believe that 9/11 was an inside job but then someone mentioned Flat Earth”, said no one ever.

I wrote it because, at the time, I believed that the commenters engaging in this fallacious argument were doing so in good faith and just needed my help reasoning them out of their obtuseness with a few logical home truths. But with hindsight, I think it more likely that most of them were in fact professional disruption agents. There are two reasons I think this. One is the evidence of that JTRIG document which proves that, yes, the security services really are that petty, devious and micromanagerial. The other is more of a gut feeling based on personal observation of how genuine Awake people think and behave.

Suppose for example, you’re listening to a podcast starring Owen Benjamin and you are miffed to discover that he doesn’t think pandas are real. Well if you are genuinely Awake you’ll likely do one of three things: 1. Go and do your own panda research to see whether he might have a point. 2. Shrug your shoulders and maybe send him a message about how you once saw some pandas in San Diego zoo and they looked pretty real to you is all you’re sayin’ or 3. Fast forward to a bit of the podcast you find more congenial. What you’re unlikely to do is publicly to accuse Benjamin of having so poisoned the wells of conspiracy land with his rabid anti-panda nonsense that you can’t take him seriously on anything any more whether it’s livestock maintenance or space travel or the Jews. Nor are you likely to get your favourite AI to produce a long list of ‘pandas are real’ arguments with which you then spam the comments. Nor yet are you going to tell anyone who’ll listen that Benjamin is CIA (because obviously the idea that pandas aren’t real is so outlandish that only a CIA operative would espouse such theories in order to expose the Truth movement to ridicule).

Maybe my instinct is wrong here. But speaking for myself, certainly, I’m just not that interested in policing my fellow conspiracy theorists, let alone harassing them if I consider them to be in error. If I’m going to invest valuable time trolling someone then I’m going to troll someone - an environmental activist say, or a politician or a Rockefeller - whom I consider to be genuinely working for the Enemy, not some comrade down the rabbit hole who might or might not have got things a bit wrong on one tiny but ultimately irrelevant issue.

When I do see supposedly Awake people behaving otherwise it makes me quite suspicious. For example, on one occasion I found myself under fire for entertaining the theory - propounded by Richard D Hall, Iain Davis and others - that the Manchester Arena ‘suicide bombing’ at the Ariana Grande concert which supposedly resulted in 22 deaths was fake. How could I be so heartless, insensitive, click-baity and cynical as to deny the deaths of all those innocent children - such as little Saffie Roussos, 8? Did I realise that not everything is a conspiracy?

Now what interested me about these comments was that they didn’t come from Normies. They came from people who - purportedly - were at least as Awake as I was. One or two of them I’d got to know at Awake events - marches, my podcast live extravaganzas, etc - and had come to think of as friends, allies, kindred spirits. Yet here they were publicly attacking a fellow conspiracy theorist for the crime of, well, being a conspiracy theorist.

It made no sense to me. And if something makes no sense, I’ve come to realise since becoming a battle hardened conspiracy loon, it’s invariably a tell. It means that in one way or another you are being played.

Again, it all comes down to first principles. What is the most basic truth you discover once you’ve been down the rabbit hole for a while? Well, one of them, I would suggest, is that everything you formerly believed to be true is potentially up for grabs. You simply cannot take anything you are told at face value any longer because They lie to you all the time about everything.

Once you’ve accepted this fact - and how could you not with even half an operative brain cell? - you acquirea degree of humility. “Sure I think I think what I know about this or that conspiracy topic,” you say to yourself, “But I’m certainly not going to get too het up about Awake folk who think differently because we’re all on a journey and some of us move at slower speeds.”

What you don’t normally do is pile into the comments section with a “BUT THINK OF THE DEAD CHILDREN!” This is because - as I once tried patiently to explain in a piece titled ‘Will No One Think of the (Probably) Fake Children??’ - guilt-shaming a truth seeker into ducking sensitive issues lest he offend someone is not just to misunderstand entirely the nature and purpose of being a truth seeker - but it’s also like giving the Enemy a free pass.

And maybe, I’ve begun reluctantly to suspect, that is not accidental. I refer you to my earlier point about things that make no sense being a tell. It made absolutely no sense to me, for example, when three podcasters I like and trust - Francis O’Neill, Miri AF and Leo Biddle - took a great deal of flak on Twitter and elsewhere for claiming that a popular online dissident called Lucy Connolly was in fact most likely a disinformation agent working for the intelligence services. The vitriol directed towards them (from ‘Awake’ accounts not Normie ones) was out of all proportion to any offence they might have given. It felt unnatural, co-ordinated - as if the hive had been alerted and ordered: attack mode. Why were these alleged conspiracy theorists getting so very cross with other conspiracy theorists for advancing a conspiracy theory? Was there anything about this particular theory that put it beyond the pale of acceptable conspiracy theorising?

Well not as far as I could see, no. Their suspicions about Lucy Connolly’s authenticity struck me as well-founded. But even had they not been, why the song and dance? Since when has it been the job of anyone in Conspiracy World to declare ex Cathedra which conspiracy theories are true and which ones are unacceptable? Who made any of us the King of Rules?

I smelled a rat at the time. Now that I’m familiar with that JTRIG strategy document I smell an even bigger rat, for I consider it to be more likely than not that the attacks on O’Neill, Miri AF and Biddle were coordinated. This is often the way when you get too close to the truth. You are subjected to an organised pile-on, partly to discredit you and your message, partly as a warning to the more easily-spooked that they had best steer well clear. It’s so common a phenomenon that there’s even a well-worn phrase for it: “When you’re taking flak you’re over the target.”

Any Awake podcaster or blogger worth their salt will have experienced this. The closer-to-the-bone your subject matter - vaccines, ‘The Jews’, moon landings are fake, say - the more likely you are to receive the attentions of the Enemy. And if They are not trying to close you down or at least dick you about in every conceivable way possible, then, I’m sorry, that’s a bad sign: it means They don’t consider you a threat. Either that or it means you’re secretly one of Them.

Bizarrely - but flatteringly - the Enemy do seem to consider me a threat. I know this thanks to the research of Alex Kriel (aka Thinking Coalition) who tells me that I’m one of the most deboosted people on Twitter - 85 per cent deboosted. [Which I think means I get only 15 per cent of the traffic I would get if I wasn’t censored]. Agent 131711 once noticed something similar about the way Substack treats dissident voices; he mentioned my account as one of those which would be much bigger if it weren’t suppressed by the algorithms. I can’t prove this but I don’t doubt it.

On a recent podcast, Alex Thomson - who used to work for GCHQ, so presumably he would know - explained to me why I’m a target. Essentially, it’s because I’m a gamekeeper turned poacher. I used to be semi-Establishment, and therefore an insider in Their system, and I used to be a reasonably well known journalist/commentator with a decent size reach. This makes me more dangerous because my former credibility might tempt some of my old audience into thinking: “Well maybe there’s something in this crazy conspiracy stuff after all.”

You’d think my Normie Establishment background would present the perfect opportunity for one of those media hatchet jobs that papers like the Daily Mail do so well. “He used to be a celebrated columnist, read by the great and the good across the land. But now…” I suppose I can’t rule out the possibility that this might happen one day. But it seems to be not how They operate. If They want to close you down, They prefer to starve you of publicity, almost airbrushing you out of history, if They possibly can. And if They can simultaneously keep your profile suppressed in the Awake realm, so much the better.

This has all made me less trusting and more suspicious than I used to be, which is a shame. I’d much prefer to be able to assume the best in everyone, just like in those heady days in the Plandemic when all had a common enemy and cause and we all felt like we were on the same team.

That said, I’m not a naturally distrustful person so I do still tend to give people the benefit of the doubt until they do something to trigger my alarm system. I find that one of the most effective gauges is how open and frank someone is. If they have to second guess themselves before answering a question, that’s not a good sign. Most genuine Awake people, in my experience, are so committedly, almost monomaniacally truth-driven, that their ego takes a back seat: they’re happy to be proved wrong if you can come up with a more convincing explanation.

I think this is partly why so many of the most authentic conspiracy theorists are Christians. If you are on a quest for truth, beauty and goodness because you see these as expressions of God, therefore making them the noblest of goals, you develop a knack for spotting the insincere, the counterfeit, the deceptive and the dishonest, for these are satanic qualities which your soul finds abhorrent. Your fickle brain might find them enticing; but not your gut.

In fact, it’s likely that our rational brain can too often be our enemy because the intellect - with its concomitant pride - is very much the realm in which the Deceiver likes to operate. Notice how very word-dependent are the big lies - such as the Moon Landings - which They tell us about our world. They seduce and beguile you with what Owen Benjamin calls wizardry and what Peter Duke at the Duke Report calls the EpiWar. With language often laden with pseudo-scientific terminology designed to flatter you into thinking you are clever and part of the inner circle, They dangle sparkly and enticing narratives before you to tempt your intellect. As I said to Bob Moran in a podcast we’ve just recorded - and which you’re going to love: Bob is always great - we imagine ourselves to be marlins, princes of the oceans with our proud dorsal fins and our magnificent spiky snouts, free to swim where we will. But the sad reality is that most of us are already on the hook, being played and slowly reeled in, until finally we’re hoicked inside the boat - and gaffed.

This is why Christians place such a high premium on the quality called ‘discernment’. It enables you - by God’s grace - to sift out the signal from the noise and chatter. Instead of being distracted by the manipulative language of the Deceiver’s minions you discern the true picture through a process of pattern recognition. So, for example, when the media tells you that dozens of babies have had their throats slits by evil Hamas terrorists flying in on hang-gliders, you don’t go: “This is so evil and sick that I am now entirely comfortable with the carpet bombing of tens of thousands of Palestinian children.” Instead you go, “Wait. Isn’t this the same media that assured us during ‘Covid’ that vaccines were safe and effective? And isn’t this story coming from the same Netanyahu regime which, hitherto, has not exactly been synonymous with integrity, saintliness and unvarnished truth-telling?”

When you know, as John tells us, that Satan is the ‘god of this world’ you don’t find it such a stretch to accept that everything you are told is a lie - because you know that lies are Satan’s speciality. This doesn’t mean you become cynical, which is much more a trait of the black-pilled than the white-pilled. It just makes you more savvy - ‘wise as serpents’ - about the nature of the system in which we live, and more alert to the most effective methods of negotiating it.

For this Jesus is the answer. And I say this not in a cheesy evangelical way - don’t frighten the horses! - but in the sense that whether you are a believer or no Jesus’s teachings offer us all a linguistic defence against the dark arts. I’m indebted for this brilliant insight to Peter Duke and his Christian Epistemology theory that ‘the methods demonstrated by Jesus constitute a practical discipline of epistemic defence in an adversarial, confused, or obfuscated information environment.’

One example of this is when Jesus urges us to ‘become as little children’. That’s because, unlike grown-ups, children can’t be fobbed off with elaborate, bullshit answers they don’t understand. But I think probably the most relevant of Jesus’s teachings to the discussion we’re having here is “Ye shall know them by their fruits.”

It has certainly been quite helpful to me, at any rate, when I’m trying to work out who the baddies are in a world where lots of the baddies are pretending to be goodies - or at least to be your friends and allies. Quite a few times I’ve found myself being burnt by people wearing a smiley face and told myself “Well they can’t have meant to burn me. They’re wearing a smiley face. So it must have been a mistake.” Then they do it again. And again. And you start to see a pattern emerging. Genuine friends and allies rarely hurt you by accident and when they do, they apologise for it. Fake friends and allies on the other hand…

Knowing better now how the Enemy operates, I find myself increasingly wary of public spats within the Truth movement. I’m not saying there aren’t legitimate reasons to be suspicious of certain Awake influencers, especially ones with massive followings. Nor do I think it necessarily ignoble or vexatious to seek to expose people in our ranks who are seriously compromised. [I have no regrets, for example, about having called out David Icke]. Clearly - as we established earlier - there are traitors among us and if we can catch them bang to rights then why shouldn’t we expose them?

My worry is that is first, too often, these witch hunts end up burning more innocent people at the stake than they do genuinely guilty ones. Second, that they only serve to stir up the paranoia and mutual suspicion and division of which the Truth movement has more than enough already, thank you very much. And third - a bit like malcontents reporting neighbours to whom they’ve long borne a grudge to the Stasi - that they give bad people cover to do harmful things in the guise of public service.

Sure it could be that the authors of these self-righteous essays, pontificating podcasts and snarky comments exposing this or that compromised figure in the Awake movement may be doing it for no other reason than that of selfless service to the higher cause of Truth, Justice and Enlightenment. But they could equally be doing it because they want to boost their flagging traffic; because they want to take out someone they perceive as a rival; because they’re actually more or less right about a lot of things but because they’re so cynical and embittered and angry and battle worn they mistakenly assume everyone else is acting in bad faith even when they’re not; because they have a hang up about how limited their writing and podcasting skills are and also about their lack of hinterland and dearth of original ideas; because they’ve no sense of humour and are up their own arse and agonised, finger-wagging earnestness is all they can do; or because they’re just a dick…

Or, of course, because they have been inserted into the Truth movement by one nefarious agency or another, and they’re just doing their job as a deep cover agent: divide and disrupt.

Anyone who thinks that I’m calling out anyone specific here would be mistaken. [Though, to be fair, I find it hard not to visualise a certain grinning face in the ‘just a dick’ category]. Obviously I have my suspicions about various figures in the movement, as do we all. But I would rarely be so crass or potentially falsely incriminating as to declare them publicly, not least because I know how hurtful it is to be on the receiving end when someone gets it completely wrong about you.

Perhaps my problem is that I’m just not a serious enough person. Maybe if I were a really important and meaningful Awake thought leader I would be knuckling under to my true responsibilities: to write long, detailed essays in several parts, explaining why this or that person in the Awake sphere should not be taken seriously by their 20,000 or so subscribers (and 500 paying ones) because boring, earnest reasons with footnotes and links. But, frivolous buffoon that I am, I tend to take the view that we Awake influencers really ought to have better things to do with our lives.

What I once wrote about my favourite pastime - The World Is Run By Satanists And You’re Worried About Fox Hunting - applies across the board. When you’ve got characters like Hillary doing frazzledrip and Peter Thiel dragging us all into the slave system of his digital panopticon and Netanyahu balls deep in his ritual blood sacrifices - and on and on we could go because there’s no shortage of REAL baddies out there - is it not a bit self-indulgent to use what platform you have in the Awake realm to be throwing shade on relative nonentities whose only crime is to be slightly less correct in their thinking or unimpeachably independent in their funding model than your impossibly high standards demand they should be?

One of the things we Awake folk have in common is that - commendably - we really don’t like to be told what to do or think. That’s how we got to be Awake in the first place: we reach our own conclusions rather than allowing ourselves, Normie-like, to be cattle prodded into the latest fashionable narrative. For the same reason, a lot of us don’t feel terribly comfortable joining gangs. We know how easy it is for gangs to get infiltrated and co-opted. Which, by the way, is another of my tells for spotting wrong ‘uns in our movement: people who participate too frequently in pile-ons. That kind of pack behaviour, especially when deployed to take down a target, is one of the Enemy’s tricks, not one of ours.

In addition to the examples of this swarm-and-destroy tactic mentioned already, I’d like to mention a couple of other heroes I’ve seen being subjected to this treatment - Sasha Latypova and Mike Yeadon. I suppose I could totally have misjudged them and failed to realise that they are in fact baby-eating servants of the Cabal inserted into the Awake movement to discourage us from taking life-enhancing kill shots. But when I see tittle tattle dredged up about their past business affairs, or whatever, and when I see it being amplified online by individuals (or possibly bots) clearly in cahoots with one another, I do not find myself going: “Ooh here’s an interesting piece of goss. Let me share it among my followers. And see whether I can find someone to talk about it on my next podcast.” Instead, I go: “This is a hit job. They are being smeared, yet again, because they are considered dangerous and too close to the target.”

How do I know this? Well I don’t for certain but I can make a pretty good inference using the “Ye shall know them by their fruits” yardstick. I look at their public statements; I read Latypova’s Substack and Yeadon’s Telegram channel; I reflect on my personal interactions with them; I listen to what people whose opinions I value have to say about them; and I ask myself: “Have either of these people ever done anything which gives me cause to suspect them? Have they done anything in their post-Awake lives that gives me reason to doubt that they are anything other than doughty, sincere and trustworthy heroes of the Awake resistance?” And if I changed my mind on this, I don’t think I’d be in any rush to make my reservations public. At least not until I had decided to my own satisfaction that the damning evidence was overwhelming and that they constituted a genuine threat. More immediately, though, what I would do is what I always do when I lose faith in one of my comrades. I just stop paying them any attention.

Isn’t this the point of that discernment we all pride ourselves on having? That it gives us the freedom to decide whom we’re going to listen to occasionally, whom we’re going to avoid like the plague and whom we love so much we’re going to become one of their paid subscribers. No one us is forcing us. It’s totally up to us as individuals to decide where we stand, say, on UK Column’s China coverage or Jerm Warfare’s position on chemtrails and whether we think they’ve jumped the shark or whether it’s all a lot of fuss about not very much.

Happily, I think most of us DO understand this. Something I’ve noticed is that whenever I’ve found myself being knifed in the back or smeared or otherwise mistreated, as happens in Awake world on occasion unfortunately, it always feels very hurtful and personal, but the effect it has on my support base is almost non-existent. I think the last time it happened, I lost a grand total of one follower, whom I like to picture as a Lynda Snell village gossip character, only with delusions of intellectual heft because she has a PhD from some crappy university in something like crochet and My Little Pony studies. Obviously, I hate to blow smoke up my own bottom, but I reckon that this is because it’s quite hard for any intelligent and, yes, discerning person to listen to my podcasts and read my articles and not come to the conclusion that I’m exactly who I say am, because raw, shambolic, self-deprecating honesty is kinda my schtick. Or, to put it another way, if you follow my stuff and you’re so unbelievably stupid as to conclude that I’m a wrong ‘un then you really don’t deserve me and I wouldn’t want you listening to me or reading me, let alone pressing your grubby spare change on me. Go and bother Triggerpod instead, I’m sure it’s much more your style.

But I see I have started to rant. And anyway, I have been banging on for far too long. Let me just conclude by saying that while I’m not so paranoid as to believe that everyone in Awake world is an enemy agent, I do now suspect - and with solid evidence to support it - that they are a lot more prevalent than we might like. They here to spy on us, certainly. But primarily they are here to sow division and confusion. I don’t think we should be in the business of making their job easy, do you?

What was it that first alerted you to the fact that the entire NASA space programme was total, made up, unutterable bollocks on stilts with a side order of unicorn horn and fairy dust?

For me it was a recording of the press conference staged by the first ‘successful’ Apollo crew not long after splashdown. They’d been on a 950,000 mile journey to the Moon, snapped that legendary ‘Earth rise’ photograph, chatted to President Nixon from space on his Oval Office landline, taken their giant steps in the dust that no man had ever trodden before, survived near certain death in the radioactive hell zone of the Van Allen belt, and still, against all odds made it safely home.

But when invited to capture the majesty and wonder of their experience they proved as sullenly inarticulate as depressed teenagers coming down from a ketamine trip at the mall. The details were a blur. They retreated into the second person. “You,” they kept saying. As in “And then what you’d see is…” Not: “And then I saw/felt/saw the most amazing…” It didn’t ring true because it so obviously wasn’t true. This was confirmed - at least to my satisfaction - by Dennis J. McCarthy, a language communication analyst who specialises in examining statements by witnesses in US courts to try to establish whether or not they are lying. The speech patterns and sentence structure, not to mention the evasiveness and contradictions, of Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins, he concluded, were simply not consistent with those of men who’d been on the most incredible journey in the history of mankind. They were all lying.

For me that was all the proof I needed. It struck a chord with me because my leanings are towards language and cultural analysis. Others among you may be more visually or scientifically oriented. So, if you’re in the first group you are more likely to be swayed by details like the fakeness of the moon photographs - the shadows indicating more than one light source, the inexplicable fluttering of the US flag in a supposedly wind-free vacuum. And if you are in the second by details like the impenetrability of the Van Allen radiation belt or the ‘lost’ telemetry data or the impossibility (according to Werner Von Braun - but hey as a former Nazi rocket scientist recruited by the US under Operation Paperclip what would he know?) of travelling so large a distance with such limited fuel.

Whichever way you come at “Moon missions are fake” doesn’t much matter, though. The more important point is that once you know, you can’t unknow. With each day that passes you become more and more entrenched in your scepticism. And not because, as people have accused me of being on Twitter recently, you are a ‘dumbass’ or you ‘look like a cum guzzling queer’ or you are ‘a retard who lives in his mom’s basement’ but because the ‘wizard’ spell (per Owen Benjamin) no longer works on you.

When you see footage of four escape capsules emerging from the Artemis II rocket just before launch, your Pavlovian cope isn’t to dismiss it, instantly, as pernicious AI fakery.

When you see a jar of Nutella rotating mid-air in the gravity-free capsule you don’t go “Gosh! Nutella will be delighted at this amusing, free and totally accidental publicity!”

When you see the first ever photos of the actual dark side of the moon, you don’t go: “Wow! Amazing!”. Instead you nurture uncharitable thoughts along the lines of: “Well they could have made up any old shit in the studio and with no objective points of comparison how would any of us be any the wiser?”

When you hear that the crew have spontaneously decided to name their space craft ‘Integrity’ you don’t roll your eyes and go: “Oh. How beautiful!”. Instead you go: “lol. Classic Satanic inversion!”

When you hear that one of the crew has romantically named a crater Carroll after his late wife, you don’t go: “That is SO moving!”. Instead you go: “Hmm. Like as in Lewis - progenitor of literature’s most famous rabbit hole?”

When you learn that two of the crew members are surnamed Koch and Glover, you can’t help but notice that if you elide the two names you make a rude phrase. And furthermore you know that this was deliberate.

The reason you respond in this ‘inappropriate’ way is not because you are heartless or puerile or malignly contrarian or a tinfoil hat lunatic or because you just don’t understand basic physics. All these insults that people level at you for being a non-believer are not really about you but about them. Your scepticism makes them angry and defensive because it threatens to snatch away the comfort blanket of their most cherished shibboleths: heroes are real; the media doesn’t lie about everything; even government tells the truth sometimes; space is the final frontier; technology is amazing; we can do just anything if we put our minds to it; taxes are terrible but they do sometimes go on some cool stuff which kind of makes it all OK; the West is best; if it all goes wrong here there’s always all those other planets which we are bound to colonise one day just like in those sci fi movies.

If you are right and they are wrong then that makes the world a much uglier place than their minds are prepared to deal with. Therefore, the more palatable option is for them to double down on your being wrong so as to make the nasty reality go away.

This is why I think it’s a waste of time replying to moon landing true believers. Even the rare polite ones who begin their query “Serious question” don’t deserve an answer but because the very fact that they have to ask it shows they’re not ready for what you have to say.

Sure you could explain to them that the reason - one of them, anyway - that Not A Space Agency lies to us is that $24 billion a year is still quite a lot of money, and if you’re not spending it on actual space stuff then that gives you quite a decent black budget to spend on whatever the hell you like.

Or you could explain that the reason tens of thousands of people could have participated in the NASA programme without anyone blowing the whistle - well, apart from the whistleblowers who did, not least Buzz Aldrin - comes down to one word: compartmentalisation.

Or you could talk about the impenetrability of the Van Allen belt or the eyepopping absurdity of NASA having ‘lost’ its telemetry data or the fact that the reasons the Soviets didn’t call America’s bluff is that they were in on it too and that Yuri Gagarin’s space adventures were just as fake as Neil Armstrong’s. [See here for details]

But on every occasion you’d be wasting your breath because you’re not really speaking to people who want to know the truth. Rather you are speaking to people who want to reject the truth, no matter how many mental contortions this requires of them.

You are talking to people who did not cry foul even when sinister baldie Jeff Bezos sent into pretend-space a rocket - Blue Origin - shaped so blatantly obviously like an erect penis that even people who’d never seen an erect penis before in their lives could confidently have asserted ‘that’s an erect penis’. It was a penis. A giant space penis. With mind-controlled MK Ultra malfunctioning bot Katy Perry sitting in the glans. And on her blue uniform a patch designed so that, when inverted, you could clearly see that it took the form of a Satanic goats head. And STILL all the Normies currently cheering Artemis happily went along with the charade and overlooked the in-your-face ritual sex magic and occult symbolism because to have called it out would have been too consequential.

Moon mission deniers have nothing to apologise for; nor do they hold a position which they are under any obligation to defend because they are merely stating the bleeding obvious.

Moon mission believers, on the other hand, have a lot of work to do.

It’s like this, moon mongs - and I’m sorry for calling you moon mongs but I do so in the spirit of teasing affection: if you want to persuade me that the moon landings were real and that the current Artemis mission isn’t equally fake, you are really going to have to do better than calling me out as gay or brandishing ‘basic physics’ as the ne plus ultra of unanswerable comebacks.

If it’s really that obvious that men have been to the moon and landed safely back on earth, explain to me how it’s done. How do the ‘astronauts’ survive the G force of acceleration from 0 to 24,000 miles per hour? How does the rocket avoid that debris with which ‘space’ is supposedly littered? How come the crew manage to stay so immaculately clean cut? How, when they splash down into the sea, do they always seem to do so near US territory? Why don’t more of them blow up on take off or perform death loops in the sky, like so many of Elon Musk’s rockets? Why can you not see the stars in the background? Why, with a budget of $24 billion, is the film and video technology still so clunky?

Oh, and why, of all the days in the year, did they have to launch it on April 1st?

I suppose somewhere out there you will find plausible-ish answers to all of these questions because when you’ve got a budget of $24 billion you can afford the most ingeniously mendacious flak catchers and show runners money can buy.

That said, there’s probably a point beyond which They don’t even care that some people can see through all the fakery. Part of Their control mechanism is divide et impera. So it’s really not a problem when moon deniers and moon mongs have a go at one another on social media because division is what They want. This is especially important to Them in times of war. Or times of ‘war’, as we should perhaps more accurately phrase it.

It suits our ‘elite’ overlords perfectly that the people calling out the fakery and insanity of Trump’s current escapades in Iran are often the same people calling out Artemis II. This means that criticism of Trump over Iran is mentally bracketed by the Normie herd with being such a dumbass you don’t even understand basic physics, being so unpatriotic you don’t think the Moon landings weren’t America’s greatest achievement ever and proof that Murica will always be best, being so crazy you probably also think the earth is flat.

Even more importantly - for our dark overlords are kinky this way - They actually don’t want to make the fake moon missions look too realistic because that would jeopardise their occult impact. That is, the shonkier and less plausible they make these missions look, the greater and more satisfying the achievement if They can still get the public to buy into them.

One of Their most spectacular successes in this regard was the 1986 Challenger disaster in which a crew of seven astronauts were seen being immolated live on television after their Space Shuttle performed a series of death roll loops before suddenly disintegrating. Even more tragically, because the crew included a schoolteacher called Christa McAuliffe (whose parents and students were watching from the launchpad), the event traumatised 2.5 million children around the world who had been dragooned into watching live in their classrooms the world’s first ‘teacher in space.’

The story had a sort of happy ending, though. By amazing coincidence, several of the dead astronauts had a twin brother or sister who not only looked just like them but sometimes had been given the same first name as their deceased sibling (some parents, eh?) - and are currently alive and well and working in academe years after the terrible tragedy. There’s a Sharon Christa McAuliffe, for example, who is an adjunct professor at Syracuse University College of Law.

If you want to find out the details good luck searching on the internet. Mostly you’ll come up with articles like this onefrom Popular Mechanics titled ‘Why Conspiracy Theorists Refuse to Believe the Challenger Astronauts Died’. The reason, according to a psychologist it quotes, is that some people “refuse to accept that bad things accidentally happen to good people.” Yup. That’ll be the reason. At the end of the article it says: “Links to the conspiracy theories have been omitted to avoid amplifying false claims about the Challenger disaster.”

Anyway, I asked my assistant Andrew to try to track down more information. A lot of it has been scrubbed, inevitably. But you’ll find most of the salient points covered here and here. It will take you less than five minutes to see for yourself the obvious. The fraud is so shameless that one of the ‘dead’ astronauts Michael J Smith hasn’t even bothered to change his name from that of the late space commander he unmistakably resembles. There’s other stuff too, like a close up of two of the parents on the day of the disaster, looking up at the sky as their child explodes and appearing more lightly amused than horrified.

What I find so intriguing about the Challenger story is that of the myriad examples proving the space programme to be a hoax it’s the one that could most easily be exposed with least effort by any half way competent reporter. All you’d have to do was calculate the likelihood of six dead space crew (the seventh has gone AWOL, perhaps because they really are now dead) all having doppelgängers - my guess is about a trillion gazillion to one but don’t call me on it. I’m not an actuary - and hey presto, Pulitzer Prize, or equivalent, in the bag. It’s the sort of scoop at which, for example, Britain’s biggest selling tabloid newspaper the Daily Mail has traditionally excelled. “Dead Challenger Crew Found Alive Forty Years After Disaster,” would be a gift of a headline for one of its fearless and highly remunerated investigative reporters. The fact that the Daily Mail and its ilk haven’t gone anywhere near it is a salutary reminder of just how utterly controlled, controlling, hypocritical and mendacious the mainstream media is. [Incidentally, when I pressed fake moon landing expert Bart Sibrel to address the Challenger issue, he very clearly didn’t want to go there. So it looks to me as if even the domain of Apollo scepticism is controlled to a degree]

But perhaps the more important point about the Challenger absurdities is that they are unlikely to have been accidental. They weren’t a case of “Fire the scriptwriters! The storyline on this occasion was just too ridiculous for words.” Rather, they were a form of test - which the general public mostly failed. “We are going to feed you the biggest pile of bullshit imaginable and if you don’t even notice it’s bullshit, let alone call it out, then frankly you deserve everything that is coming to you,” was the underlying message of this particular psyop. As Cabal whistleblowers such as Ronald Bernard have explained, this is one of the elite’s religious obligations: They have to tell you what they are doing. This lets Them off the hook, karmically. [Weird, I know. But I didn’t make the rules. I’m not their overlord and mentor Lucifer].

Supposing, though, for one ridiculous moment that the mainstream media decided to tell the truth for once and reported on the Challenger hoax honestly. I can all but guarantee you that it would make no difference whatsoever to the Normies’ general state of brain deadness because the programming is just too strong. No sooner had the Normie reader begun taking in the new details then their brain cogs would be whirring as they sought out a form of cope capable of explaining, at least to their own satisfaction, why these seemingly shocking and damaging revelations did absolutely nothing to contradict the generally accepted space paradigm. Perhaps the whole Challenger escapade had been conducted by a rogue NASA department hell bent on undermining the organisation’s otherwise impeccable integrity and honesty. Perhaps - OK, maybe six dead astronauts all alive and looking exactly like themselves forty years older is a bit unlikely but hey not impossible, right? - it was all just one of those amazing flukes that happens sometimes.

Let me give you an example of this process, fresh from Twitter.

First, here’s a space mission denier, pointing out the obvious.

Let me dumb this down for you "learned folk'.
A bullet does ~3,000 km/h.
NASA says these guys hit Earth at 40,000 km/h — that’s 10+ bullets stacked together… but somehow slow down using parachutes and land safely in the ocean Uber Boat style?
So a bullet shreds flesh instantly but a human in a metal flask can hit the atmosphere at 10× that speed, turn into a flying fireball, lose signal, cook the outside to hell and still land like it’s a beach holiday?
But yeah… “trust the heat shield.”
After this make sure you get your booster to fry your brain further

And here’s the furious response of a moon mong, using muh science to reinforce the walls of his own prison and moonmongsplain how it is true, it is:

You braindead clown. A bullet slams into dense air and meat at ~Mach 3 and shreds instantly. Your "metal flask" skips the atmosphere at 11 km/s on a shallow angle, letting drag bleed off speed over 10-15 minutes. The fireball is compressed air plasma (not magic impact), temps hit 5,000°F+. Avcoat heat shield ablates on purpose, vaporizing to carry heat away. Capsule stays shirt-sleeve cool inside. Parachutes deploy after it's already slowed to ~500 km/h. Apollo did this 50+ years ago. Artemis just did it again. "Trust the heat shield" because it works, dipshit. Stick to your relationship grift and leave physics to people who passed high school.

Well I suppose it’s not beyond the realms of total impossibility that this impressively science-sounding explanation could be right. But speaking for myself I find the more simpler explanation more satisfying and plausible. The reason the astronauts don’t burn up on re-entry to earth’s atmosphere is that they never left the earth’s atmosphere in the first place.

And the only reason anyone thinks they did leave earth’s atmosphere is that the world is full of people like Mr Moon Mong here spouting the plausible but fake science with which they have been indoctrinated by the system of lies in which we all reared. But which some of us, the lucky ones, have somehow found a way of escaping.

No, not really, obviously. I’m just venting my frustration on how incredibly hard it is sometimes.

For example, if you read your scripture regularly you will notice that time and again Jesus enjoins us to forgive our enemies. This is emphasised in Matthew where He tells us that there’s only one prayer we really need and that’s the Lord’s Prayer.

In the Lord’s Prayer, Jesus leaves us in no doubt that for followers of the way forgiveness is not an optional extra.

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us.

There’s an implicit contract here. If you want to be worthy of God’s forgiveness then you must do likewise.

I say the Lord’s Prayer every day, from the moment I wake till the moment I’m about to go to sleep - and lots of times in between.

The first parts are easy. What’s not to like about hallowing the Lord’s name and celebrating his eternal kingdom and being assured of all that daily bread He provides?

But the forgiving trespasses part can be a bit of a stumbling block because it seems so onerous - and unfair.

Surely if someone wrongs you, especially when unprovoked, the proper and proportionate response ought to be to smite them sevenfold? At the very least.

How can it not be right to retaliate when you’ve got right on your side?

How can it especially not be right when you happen to have been blessed by God with a mind that can produce the kind of next-level invective, weapons-grade cattiness and implacable, Daisy-cutter bomb logic that utterly obliterates anyone foolish enough to cross you?

Not only would the revenge be just - but fun too!

I’ve tried these arguments, over the years, on my morning walk with the dog, which is one of the occasions where I go through the Psalms and commune with God. But I can never quite get my point past the goalkeeper.

I’ll say stuff like: “C’mon, God. Give me a break. I’m not St Francis of Assisi. Can’t you just give me a bit of leeway, just this once, to satisfy my baser urges? I’ll be good afterwards, promise.”

Or: “But taking out wrong ‘uns in an amusing way is my brand. It’s how I make my living. You surely don’t want me to starve, do you?”

Resisting the temptation to deploy my powers is tough. It’s like being blessed with a huge penis only to discover “No sorry. The Lord has decided that your path is to become a monk. So I’m afraid that magnificent appendage is for peeing, only.

Why, God? Why?

The problem is that the Bible doesn’t really offer many get-out clauses. It’s not just the Lord’s Prayer that enjoins forgiveness. There’s that possibly even more annoying bit where Jesus tells us - say what? Really?? - that we should ‘Turn the other cheek.’

And then there are all the Psalms - which Jesus quoted more than almost any other book, so they must be on point - urging us to be patient and to let God take care of all the smiting.

https://www.jamesdelingpole.co.uk/Podcasts/Archive/show.php?slug=2025-08-13-psalm-37-pooyan-mehrshahi

For example, there’s Psalm 37:

Leave off from wrath; and let go displeasure. Fret not thyself else thou shalt be moved to do evil.

Time and again you find the psalmist - usually David - asking, in so many words, “How much longer am I going to put up with this injustice? It’s so unfair!”

And God’s reply is always: “Fret not. I’ve got this!”

In Psalm 73, another of my favourites, the psalmist gets so frustrated he wonders why there’s any point being good when behaving badly seems so much more profitable.

Yea, and I had almost said even as they. [ie the Ungodly] But lo, then I should have condemned the generation of thy children.

But then he goes into the sanctuary of God and learns the fate of the ungodly.

Namely how thou dost set them in the slippery places and castest them down and destroyest them.

O how suddenly do they consume, perish and come to a fearful end.

Yea, even like as a dream when one awaketh, so shalt thou make their image to vanish out of the city.

https://www.jamesdelingpole.co.uk/Podcasts/Archive/show.php?slug=2025-12-09-james-is-joined-by-preacher-stephen-white-to-unpack-the-beauty-and-depth-of-psalm-73

The language and imagery of the Psalms is so magnificent that I could spend all day reciting them. But if you’re reciting them merely for the great poetry then you’re surely guilty of the kind of vainglorious burbling Jesus warned us against in Matthew 6. You need to imbibe the meaning also - and accept that if Jesus took this stuff seriously then you probably should too.

Not, by the way, that I am remotely wasting any time fantasising about my enemies consuming, perishing and coming to a fearful end. On the contrary, I feel sorry for them because choosing the wrong path, away from God, is punishment in itself.

I prefer to take my example from one of the extraordinary monks featured in Archimandrite Tikhon’s Everyday Saints. [Unfortunately I can’t look up his name because I gave my copy to ortho bro Dick].

This monk was sent to the Gulag by the Soviets - but not before being cruelly tortured by a sadistic NKVD man who broke all his fingers. Many years later, the monk was reunited with his torturer, now so thoroughly ashamed he became an ardent Christian.

Please don’t think for a moment that I am comparing my feeble attempts at forbearance to that of this saintly monk. I’m sure I will fail to meet the exacting standards of saintliness on many, many occasions in the future, which will be my loss and your gain. After all, I’m sure my articles are SO much more fun when I’m putting the boot in rather than when I’m turning that other cheek.