Posted on 01/25/2014 1:29:58 PM PST by RaceBannon
Not a lot of text here, but new evidence comes out on what Soebarkah means, it is from an Indonesian cult of SUBUD
They seem to think that Obama's dad might be the leader of this Indonesian cult SUBUD, with side by sid ephotos that certainly look close!
Since you dont know...
I was back in college full time from 2009 to 2010, spinal injury, vocational rehab
i had to take over a composition course, had a conversation with my instructor, told her all the people I met in the Marines, she asked me to write a bio on it, change the names, and it might get published
I wrote what I wrote, I stand by all stories except where I realized I was either lied to about someone’s identity or I had the wrong son, concernign Gordon liddy. ( Some seals or RECON types, their hair was too long, I thought they were seals, his name was LIDDY, said Gordon was his dad, anyways, the Liddy son that was a SEAL didnt go in until the mid 80’s)
here is the relevant part:
While I was a part of history that float, one event of 1980 is the most important of all. And I want to express here, what I am about to tell you, I believe with all sincerity and truthfulness. I am making nothing up here, except maybe a few words to keep a written dialog in readable form, but I believe I met Barak Obama in Hawaii in 1980 in Honolulu.
It was after we had come home from that float off Iran on the Okinawa. The rescue attempt had happened in Iran April 24-25. My squadron was flying search and rescue the day the aircraft left the USS Nimitz on the afternoon of April 24, 1980 in the Arabian Sea. After the mission was aborted and the crash happened, our ship had set sail to Mombassa for liberty.
The ship spent 4 days in Mombassa, but due to some Marines stealing a radio, I was a brig guard for the month and only had 2 days ashore. I made time to go on a short safari in the Tsavo East National park, seeing elephants and hippos in the wild, some gazelles, water buffalo, some large birds and one particular lizard the size of a German Shepard that I held up for everyone to take pictures of, disturbing it while it lazed about in the daytime sun. Why it didn’t bite me, I can only thank God.
While back in Hawaii by late June of 1980, we went back to Honolulu for liberty. I don’t remember the exact address, or the exact business, but one August night, early August 1980, I stopped at a small shop that was either on Kalakaua Blvd, now called Ala Moana, or the street just north of it, one block north. I struck up a conversation with a young man, Mulatto, about 18, all teeth, smiling, skinny, short hair that I remember, at least short for the year we lived in.
We struck up a conversation simply because he was at the same place as I was. He appeared to be either an employee there on his off day or was visiting the other older Black American man working there. “Hey, are you a military dependant or do you live here?” I asked. He told me he lived in Hawaii. Not too many black Americans lived in Hawaii at all then, so his being there was an oddity in itself. Heck, my hometown of 16,000 in Connecticut had only three or four Black families until 20 years ago. I asked if he was in the service and he said no. I told him that I was a Marine and had recently gotten back from float. We spoke of world travel at this time and I told him the places we went to.
What strikes me most is what he said as to where he grew up: Indonesia. Having stopped in the Philippines and Thailand that previous deployment made me curious and I asked him if Indonesia was as poor as the Philippines, but he hadn’t been to the Philippines so he didn’t know. We had spoken of how both our travels abroad had given us great perspectives in how we viewed the world.
For myself, I admit that things I had heard of how superior the United States was were proven accurate and also proven false. Our nation was surely the greatest in economic power, with technical jobs for those who searched it out, with higher pay for our labors. Many other places I had been to in the western Pacific had complete poverty; mothers who take their daughters into the field where Marines are deployed and try to prostitute them for money so they have food to eat, women who believe there is no better way to advance their own lot in life than to become a prostitute themselves and try to marry an American who is lonelier than another and would take her home as a bride. But the people, I expected something different, I can’t put a word to the emotion or expectation, but because of my travels, I learned that the heart of man is identical across the world.
People want something better for themselves and they want something better for their children and many are willing to go to great lengths to find it, using methods that we would find repulsive, but be sympathetic to because of their poverty. I used to think of Americans as “better people”, that our nation was superior, but I learned that we are different because we were blessed, not because of whom we are but despite whom we all are inside. The persons I met were no different than anyone I met here at home in their basic character, they were just living in a culture that either allowed them to naturally succeed or one that forced them, or appeared to force them, to do things to survive that our American culture has long forgotten about.
I asked this Indonesian immigrant of these things but he told me those things were not common where he grew up. Our conversation drifted to our dreams of what we are going to do once we are “all grown up”. I replied that I was not sure and most likely would either re-enlist in the Marines or go home to attend college on the GI Bill.
He told me he wanted to be President of the US someday. I remember lightly smiling and commenting that maybe by the time he gets to be 40 or so, America will be ready for a Black man to be President and I wished him luck. We spoke of the racial tensions I saw at home while growing up, of the outright hostility of Hawaiians toward white Americans and black Americans and I asked him if he ever saw that overseas or since he returned back to Hawaii. I don’t remember his answer, but we spoke more of his time overseas and his thoughts on life and philosophy of government.
He made some strange comments to me; it was obvious he never set foot for any time on continental United States and I told him he better realize that he is making judgments about the United States when he himself never actually lived there. I told him, “Hawaii aint the United States !”
He also told me something that I never forgot, for it caused me to do some other things later in an effort to be nice to him. Since we spoke of where I had been and the world as I saw it, I told him I had been to Africa, Mombassa specifically, and he said to me abruptly, “I was born there.”
I told him he is not eligible to be president if that was true, but I remembered he said his mom was an American, so, maybe it was okay. But it was what I did after that makes this a true memory: I went back to the barracks and told others of this guy and suggested we all grab our photo albums and visit him again and show him pictures of Mombassa so he could see where he was from.
No one wanted to go, and before that time, my camera had failed the weeks before we hit Mombassa. It was late August or early September until I had borrowed someone else’s pictures to develop myself so I had copies of pictures of where I was. But I never forgot meeting that man for those reasons. I was going to do him a favor and show him his home country of birth. And I never went back for some reason, most likely I forgot to or just felt that a one time chance encounter would be meaningless to both of us and didn’t mean we were friends.
In the light of what is called “The Birther” movement, these memories are foremost in my mind. While I cannot swear it was Barak Obama, nor can I prove it beyond doubt, all the details I do remember of that chance encounter fit the profile of the man who some people claim is born in Kenya and others claim he was born in Hawaii.
The man I met was about 18, thin, Mulatto, told me he was born in Mombassa, raised in Indonesia, was living in Hawaii and hadn’t yet been to many places in the world outside of those places, mostly, hadn’t been to the mainland of America for any long time period if at all. And he openly told me he wanted to be President.
And I remember that face, the face of a young man who sat on a table or countertop to my right front, his hands resting on the edge, him leaning forward, his grin; all teeth. It was Barak Obama. I don’t know if I’d bet my life on it, but I am willing to tell people openly at the risk of my ridicule. I was there, and saw him, spoke to him, and he openly told me he was born in Mombassa, Kenya, not Hawaii.
Does it matter? Of course it does. It should not have to be explained why it matters.
Bapak was a key player in the 1965 CIA-engineered coup against President Sukarno in Indonesia. Subud has also been accused of being yet another CIA mind-control religious operation. The Communist Party of Indonesia (PKI) and Sukarno’s Foreign Minister, Dr. Subandrio, as well as Ceylon’s assassinated Prime Minister, Solomon Bandaranaike, accused Subud of being a CIA front. The sect continues to maintain a religious compound in Front Royal, Virginia, about an hour’s drive from CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.
WMR has obtained a declassified CIA memorandum prepared by the CIA’s Asia Division of the Office of East Asia Analysis, dated February 15, 1985 and titled “Indoensia’s Suharto: Losing the Magic?” that states that none other than Indonesia’s CIA-installed dictator, General Suharto, was an adherent of the Javanese mystical cult, also known as “Javanism.” Ann Soetoro’s work for the World Bank, Ford Foundation, U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID), Development Alterbative, Inc. — a suspected CIA front — and Indonesian banks, helped to prop up the Suharto dictatorship. Ms. Soetoro spoke fluent Indonesian, as well as Javanese.
The CIA memo states that Java’s traditional mysticism was rife, not only among peasants, but “also educated businessmen, academics, military officers, and high level government officials — including cabinet members.” In addition, the memo states that “mysticism also plays an integral role in the perceptions and decision making among Indonesia’s predominantly nominal Muslims.” The CIA relied on Subud cultists, as well as Muslims, to gain popular support for its coup against Sukarno, a leftist nationalist, and the officially atheistic PKI.
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Just when you think this thing can’t get anymore confusing...it does.
I have my original BC, it is just an 8 x 8 paper or so, no raised edges at all
Same state, I guess yer too old...
oh, goodness!!!
I did find something interesting, I had my DNA run and found out that I am 6% Arab, Jewish, or something Middle Eastern. After 1200 years in the West of England I found out I am a WOG.
Now we have political opponents who do egghead type documentaries about Obama, Dinesh D'Souza, being harassed and maybe even jailed.
Welcome to fascist Amerika!
Somebody ought to able to swipe a napkin or garbage from Obummer when he eats out, or vacations, to get a DNA sample...
now, that is funny!
The plane has been recovered.
Ping...
Ping bho
I hadn’t heard that? Link?
Somebody ought to able to swipe a napkin or garbage from Obummer when he eats out, or vacations, to get a DNA sample...
With the resolution of still-picture cameras growing by mega-pixels every day, one of us should be able to get a picture of Obama waving his hand while the sun/light is toward the side, casting shadow so that his fingerprints can be lifted off the picture.
And then I would forward such picture to Mike Zullo of the Maricopa County Sheriff Office (MCSO) who is on the Obama Cold Case Posse.
Here ya go: Fuddy plane recovered
Fascinating story. And I believe your gut is telling you the truth. When Bill Clinton was a teenager he was always telling people he WAS going to be president someday.
I’m believe it’s possible, even probable, that presidents are selected and groomed years before they’re installed. If they get into office and don’t do exactly as they’re told they’ll be removed one way or the other. Clinton got impeached as a warning. Gore was never going to be president so that meant Clinton would never be removed for a small thing like sex with an intern. (To them it was a small thing.) People like Dole, McCain and Romney KNEW they hadn’t been selected to BE president. They had been selected to RUN for president. For several years after Clinton was “elected” I didn’t think our votes count. After the last two elections I’m CONVINCED our votes don’t count.
The only questions I have are how they decide who will be president, how long has this been going on and who is “they”?
That’s a great story! I wonder if hypnosis regression could clarify some of the memories/recollections for you.
I believe I met Obama in 1980.
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I’m not good at remembering dates, but is this the sidewalk meeting?
No work of fiction is screwier than the Obama soap opera. Subud? Subud? What the h....? Just when we thought we’d glanced at Obama’s ragged and dangerous friends and passersby and rich allies and foreign relations and the kinky edges of Obama’s world past and present, yet another set of unlikely characters straight out of a Fellini or Cohen Brothers makes an appearance. ENOUGH!!
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