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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

RIP Michael C. Ruppert: Truth Teller, Sherpa and A Great Loss To The World


IN MEMORIAM MICHAEL C. RUPPERT, February 3, 1951--April 13, 2014. 


Today, we lost an incredibly intelligent, passionate and brave man. Michael Ruppert was a true warrior in defense of the planet. Mike's writings, and the film (Collapse) made about him, brought awareness to a lot of people. For that, and for his fierce determination to speak the truth as he saw it, we will always be thankful.

I have been influenced by a lot of Sherpas and mentors over my life but not even Steve Jobs, Albert Einstein or Jim Hurst's impact could compare to that of Michael C. Rupert. Mike gave me some of the best advice and most important knowledge I've received.

From the moment Sergey and Larry introduced us that long night in 1998, my eyes were wide open to the truth about the world. And I can never accept anything I see hear or even (especially) which is the opinion of the masses without question. I learned so much from him during his time on this planet, and I regret that our paths never crossed. 

A sad loss indeed. Ex-police officer-come whistle blower, social/environmental activist, investigator, writer, journalist and general seeker of truth has seemingly taken his own life via a gunshot wound to the head.

He stunned me with Collapse Documentary. Watch the this video where he calls out the Director of CIA on being International drug dealers, and creating the crack epidemic. Peak Oil and Crossing the Rubicon are great books, and dead on at current affairs. His contacts and coverage of the daily disaster that is Fukishima Nuclear power plant, has been the best in the world. We are quickly running out of brave, honest, and tireless investigative journalism, and Michael Ruppert will be missed among the greats. 

If you think Edward Snowden has had all there is to say about our Government, that is nothing compared to what's coming from Mike. This toxic culture wears on those who see behind the curtains harder than most. Mike worked harder than most to show us just what lies behind those curtains. As Cheri Speak blogged about the passing "He was loved and respected and his tenacity was daunting. His work was hard, his victories hard-fought, his lessons life changing."

Sunday night following Mike's Lifeboat Hour radio show, and a week after flying to Seattle in a Marriott hotel room to securely put his story to film for a mainstream special revelation, he was found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. 

According to Carolyn Baker, "This was not a "fake" suicide. It was very well planned by Mike who gave us few clues but elaborate instructions for how to proceed without him. His wishes were to be cremated, and as of this moment, there are no plans for a memorial service. It was my privilege to have known Mike for 14 years, to have worked with him, to have been mentored by him, and to have supported him in some of his darkest hours, including the more recent ones. I am posting this announcement with the blessing of his partner Jesse Re and his landlord, Jack Martin."

I am grateful for having been enlightened by a modern prophet, sad that his life journey is over so soon.

Michael C. Ruppert left a suicide message of sorts in hindsight as his final post on Facebook:
I pray to all things seen and unseen, known and unknown, for we are all One.  
The prophecies are being fulfilled. The hour of birth is at hand. The waters break and rend. There is blood. There are screams of pain. There is death and much anxiety in the air. Things look very bad for our Mother and all of her children. 
The Truth awaits just on the other side of the ever dissolving veil where all the screaming and the mess is going on. The Truth opens its arms wide to lovingly receive the newborn and to comfort it. 
Thank you Mike for all of the truth you courageously exposed and for the legacy of truth-telling you left us. Goodbye my friend. Your memory will live in hour hearts forever.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” The Truth exclaims. 
I am your scout and this is my report. 
Mitakuye Oyasin.
Said on commenter on his string of Facebook remembrance: "Humans come out of the Earth, the same way an apple tree grow apples. What humans are in desperate need of is a new way of relating to the natural world. The old 1900th century understanding sees the Earth as pieces of stupid rocks, that one gotta conquer and bend to our will. There needs to be more understanding of the co-dependency off all stuff! In the west we are individualist - this might be our greatest strength at times, but it is also our greatest weakness, cause we take a myopic view of the world a seperate from the self."

Said another, "His greatest virtue above all was honor. There is not a single soul out there that could ever match him on that. He had an impact on my life beyond words could ever explain. What a huge loss for the world. Michael has been such an important teacher to me. His book and the film on collapse changed my life. Grief stricken and shocked but not surprised. I am sure many of those who have faced the darkness as deeply and constantly as Michael has have considered taking such a step."


Yet another of hundreds of mourners posted, "Mike sought the truth, which made him an enemy of the state (and especially the Cheney's). I suspect it greatly shortened his life. Apparently he pulled the trigger, but he was disparaged for a long time and attempts to discredit him surely took their toll. Aaron Swartz 'self inflicted' his own death too, but anyone who knew him realizes that the corrupt establishment all but 'pulled the trigger' on him...and Michael Ruppert as well."

He ended his radio show with a song, quite telling in hindsight:

Calling All Angels by Jane Siberry with k.d.lang.


Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica
Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla
Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir
and all the rest

a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing

then it’s one foot then the other as you step out onto the road
how much weight? how much weight?
then it’s how long? and how far?
and how many times before it’s too late?

calling all angels
calling all angels
walk me through this one
don’t leave me alone
calling all angels
calling all angels
we’re cryin’ and we’re hurtin’
and we’re not sure why…

and every day you gaze upon the sunset
with such love and intensity
it’s almost…it’s almost as if
if you could only crack the code
then you’d finally understand what this all means

but if you could…do you think you would
trade in all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you’d miss
the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving

calling all angels
calling all angels
walk me through this one
don’t leave me alone
callin’ all angels
callin’ all angels
we’re tryin’
we’re hopin’
we’re hurtin’
we’re lovin’
we’re cryin’
we’re callin’
’cause we’re not sure how this goes

A Prophet has been lost, the light of his lamp still shines into the dark corners of the Greatest Secret. 

RIP Mike...c u again someday

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