VRLibertadAs we say goodbye to yet another icon of the 1990’s, I’d like to use this opportunity to expose the toxic, knee-bending water that controls the entertainment industry. As described in my last post (Mischief), a very real, and very dangerous weapon is used on celebrities that goes virtually undetected. It’s nearly impossible to prove that it even exists, but I’ll give it a shot. As always, I’ve resorted to analyzing lyrics and album covers from some of my favorite musicians to help shed some light on the subject and provide evidence to the cause. And so, in honor of Scott Weiland who passed away last week on December 3, 2015, I dedicate this post to his memory. Just as he fronted the aptly-named super group Velvet Revolver, maybe in death he can help front a Velvet Revolution:

The Velvet Revolution (Czech: sametová revoluce) or Gentle Revolution (Slovak: nežná revolúcia) was a non-violent transition of power in what was then Czechoslovakia. The period of upheaval and transition took place from November 17 to December 29, 1989.

Dehydrated Celebrities

Have you ever noticed how often you hear about celebrities collapsing on stage or being rushed to the hospital due to exhaustion and dehydration? It’s a reoccurring phenomenon in the entertainment world, and while it’s easy to assume that these overplayed reasons are nothing more than excuses masking the real culprits (drugs and alcohol of course) I now believe “water” to be the cause. Of course, Celebrity Rehab star Dr. Drew would disagree with me. Here’s an excerpt from his blog:

“So when you hear or read that someone has been hospitalized for exhaustion or dehydration immediately read that as a lie. If this is a young person under say 30 years of age most of these fabrications are covering for addiction.”

Yeah well, we know what a great help Dr. Drew has been when it comes to treating celebrities who truly are dealing with addiction. Shall we count the number of deaths that occurred under his care? I should probably cut him some slack though, if he actually did tell the truth, I’m sure the devil’s water would expose his own hypocrisy. In a way, he’s actually telling the truth. We should definitely read it as a lie.

The Powers-That-Be engage in a form of mind control that physically disables its victims. As described in my last post, it’s a sensation that makes you feel as if all the fluid has been drained from your body. We’ll discuss this process in a later post as I continue researching how this technique is actually carried out, but for now let’s look at some lyrics:

Velvet Revolver, Slither

When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, I fell to my knees
Born and broken every single time

Always keep me under finger
That’s the spot where you run to me
Might see some type of pleasure in my mind

Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you will see

Hey, hey, hey

When you seek me you’ll destroy me
Rape my mind and smell the poppies
Born and bloodied every single time

Always keep me under finger
That’s the spot where you might linger
Might see some type the pleasure in my mind

Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you will see like holy water
It only burns you faster than you’ll ever dry
This time with me

When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, I fell to my knees
Fallen and broken
Every single time

Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you will see like holy water
It only burns you faster than you’ll ever dry
This time with me


As described in the above lyrics, The Devil’s Water is used as a tortuous baptism of the mind. Like a thousand red hot needles piercing your head, the so-called water leaves it’s victims completely broken; however, if they survive the big, big wave, they start the next day refreshed, revived and somehow clear-headed. The process starts all over again until the water returns with a burning vengeance.

Below is the album art for Weiland’s first band Stone Temple Pilots. The album is titled, Tiny Music…Songs From the Vatican Gift Shop:

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Notice the alligator to the right of the woman in white who is halfway submerged in the swimming pool. The Devil’s Water dries you out and makes you feel like you’re turning into a reptile…fitting, don’t you think?

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On the flip side of the album, two spray cans are shown in the upper right-hand corner. The blue can reads “Evil Be Gone”. The red can reads “Curse Removing”. Both cans offer “13% Free”.  In my post Mischief, I actually mention my fear of being cursed by the dead dog I’d found in my yard months earlier.

The art to the far right is a close-up of the woman’s cloven feet. Again, fitting.

Although few details have been released about Scott Weiland’s death, we’re being told that he died in his sleep on his tour bus. Cocaine was also found on the bus. This was exactly the way Shannon Hoon’s death played out. Twenty years ago back in 1995, the vocalist for Blind Melon was found dead on his tour bus from an apparent cocaine overdose. He was said to have died in his sleep.

Shannon Hoon 9/26/67 – 10/21/95

Personal Note: As a huge fan of 90’s rock, I take the deaths of these talented musicians to heart. The more research I do, the more I’m inclined to dedicate a post to all those bands out there whose music and lyrics need decoding and exposure. I know I’m right about this water thing, and much like the golden eel, its everywhere in pop culture. Although my focus has been mainly on REM’s music, many artists and musicians use the same “beach” symbolism. Descriptor words such as fish, sand, water, ocean, waves and tide are all references to the brain, the entertainment industry and the abuse that ensues. They can’t come out and say what’s really going on, but I can. As a rule of thumb, if you find something big, don’t sit on it. Get it out as fast as you can. Expose, expose, expose. It’s the only way to take down the strongman. Bands like Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jam, The Pixies, Ween, Soundgarden, Mudhoney, Nirvana, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, REM and countless others have dedicated their art and music to discretely expose the evil hands that attempt to pull their strings. Next time you have a chance, pull out your old albums and listen to their songs with open ears and a new perspective.

Let’s take a look at a couple of songs from Blind Melon, an underrated band who also deserve their own post.

Blind Melon

Blind Melon, Wilt

Hair raising shake you’re much too late
You should’ve jumped a couple of cars before
Now if I may I’ll walk away
I’m selling Silly Putty door to door

And up on the shelf it seems to help
If I can keep a little bit of disease
As it’s feedin’ on me
You see it’s bringin’ me to my knees

As we all wilt
Watching you wilt

Come right away and help me bathe away
The filthy feeling, frigid and cold
Biting my nails to the fairy tales
About the magic monkey’s total control

See I got Indian Ken and his fleabag friends
With their buckets full of elephant ears
As he’s breathin’ on me
His breath is bringin’ me to my knees

As we all wilt
Watching you wilt

Pea green the feeling


Blind Melon, The Duke

Out here in nothin’ engulfed by the sea
And there’s no one here ‘cept these fishes and me
I think I could die here

Then I’m hit, leveled hard by the rising tide
Oh, I’m hit hard by the tide
I’m just livid, all alone

Sunny, so funny, not funny to me because
I’m bearing the scars from it burning on me
But I feel so revived, just sittin’, little thinkin’

Then I’m hit hard, really hard by the tide
I’m hit hard by the tide, I’m just livid
And I’m livin’



Shannon brings the idea of a tinfoil hat to a whole new level in the above pic. In fact, this photo is ripe with symbolism. Notice the two baby dolls in the pic — the one on his left is dressed in red, and the one on his lap is dressed in blue. These two colors are quite significant as we’ve seen in my analysis of REM’s videos and album art. Water and Electricity. Angels and demons. LOVE and EVOL. Notice also the Styrofoam cup placed under the lamp light. When water meets electricity, bad things happen. I’ll explore this further in a later post as it has everything to do with The Devil’s treated water.  

The second picture shows yet another shot of a band up to their shoulders in water.


And finally, for all those Pixies fans out there, many of their songs are about the The Devil’s Water. Here’s another one:

Pixies, Where is My Mind

With your feet on the air
And your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head’ll collapse
If there’s nothing in it
And then you’ll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimmin’
I was swimmin’ in the Caribbean
Animals were hiding behind a rock
Except the little fish
Bumped into me
I swear he was trying
To talk to me, coy Koi.

Life’s A Bath

Below is a quick rundown of celebrities who have died in either the bathtub or the bathroom. Various explanations where given for the cause of death (mostly drugs), but I tend to believe they were seeking relief from the strongman’s reptilian curse.

  • Brittany Murphy collapsed and died in the shower.
  • Whitney Houston was found dead in a bathtub.
  • Her daughter, Bobbi Kristina Brown was also found unresponsive in the bathtub and later died.
  • Kristen Pfaff  (guitarist for Hole) was also found dead in the bathtub. Heroin paraphernalia was scattered on the bathroom floor.
  • Jim Morrison was found dead in the bathtub.
  • Although he wasn’t in the bathtub, Elvis was also found dead in the bathroom.
  • Also worth noting: according to author Albert Goldman, John Lennon took a dozen baths a day.

It’s interesting to note that the last song Whitney Houston sang in public just two days before her death was Yes, Jesus Loves Me…I hope and pray that those tortured souls in the entertainment industry take Whitney’s last song to heart and know that it’s the absolute truth. I hope and pray that The Truth shall set them free.


Scott Weiland, 10/27/67 – 12/3/15

“Dead fish don’t swim around in jealous tides.” (Scott Weiland)

 

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