SNAKE APPLE TREE
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©2012 snakeappletree
©2013 Ordo Octopia
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THIS WEBSITE IS OVERDUE FOR REFRESH
it will be done by Spring 2015
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LEA8 Linden Endowment for the Arts Award Winner
http://lindenarts.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/lea-announces-round-8-airs.html
This is my glossy website showpiece which at current time is listing upward of fifty different views a day according to the site database. Thank you everyone.
For my ongoing blogs please check out http://snakeappletree.blogspot.co.uk/
People who stand out are targets.
That is not the reason they stand out.
Preface: About SnakeAppleTree
SnakeAppleTree is the name translated by an Egyptian scribe in Luxor which has been assigned to a characterization loosely based on a real living person. SnakeAppleTree is an indigenous British shaman.
Along the way he has been helped by all manner of unusual characters, ranging from urban and tropical jungle girls to helpful little robots, exotic ancient alien creatures to space pirates. The ludicrousness of this is to your disbelief syndrome is a part of the protection field. You sincerely believe that you are living in the early 21st century, and when you look at the world around you what you see is an augmented reality with an advanced digital holographic overlay keeping you from experiencing the truth. Your disbelief field, generated both electronically and by the human auric field, maintain an artificial version of physics so that any testing you do of the bars of your perceptual cage return information relating only to the confines of the prison which you are forced to experience. Not everybody around you has the same structural environment. Some, a very limited few, are immune.
SnakeAppleTree began to see through the bars at an early age, in part because any natural child is naturally given to developing a symbiotic relationship with its surroundings, and in part because he just so happened to be one of the minor percentile given to evolve that way. Every experience he went through which gave him an insight to the wider reality helped him to figure it out, despite persecution from the mainstream that he was delusional and a danger to society. He recognized that the cage bars are reinforced by the use of any means, including the personality-switch of otherwise normal people who turn, and use strategy to ridicle individuals with sharper insight.
It was this natural ability that caught the attention of whoever is behind MILABs; SnakeAppleTree is a military abduction victim. As a young child he was at first a healer, a rescue agent sent in to help those others whose timelines and the energy of their souls was being screwed about with by military operations into dreamspace. When they caught sight of him, the hostile extra-terrestrials working through the Terran human departments, they folded him into the project and trained him up as a black op. They do not give their chosen any choice in this and all their offered deals are double-deals. They took his creative, healing ability and converted it into a darkness. He has been redesigned to kill by remote using dreamspace, he is a soul assassin. In the physical manifestation this became a dark interest with what in his own language is the Anubis-Charon-Tezcatlipoca curve.
He rebelled. It must be understood here that the dreamspace and the material plane often work interchangeably, if you do something on one plane it affects what is happening on the other plane. His life pursuits were necessary to his work in dreamspace, and he functioned that way around, simply because it was easier to program the interface that way around than to constantly be guarded while in dreamspace, lest his activities there be observed by the agencies whose very Attention upon him was a part of his developing awareness.
The overlap of an Attention and therefore its attached auric field, on a sensitive, gives the sensitive an awareness and an ability to go into the observers auric field and utilize its skills and knowledges. This was a part of his training, his vampiric ability why he became such a master assassin. The black brotherhoods using him at this time were a combination of departments, some followed masonic traditions and symbology, others were clinical new. The extra-terrestrials had their own agenda, they used mentally slaved humans whose awareness that they were being used as pawns in a much bigger game, was limited. They believe their activities are governance, social control, financially based, logistical.
He saw through all of it and the agencies must need to develop protective countermeasures, they masked themselves. They could not mask their Attention which was itself the gate, and so they developed methods to work around the problem; they needed cattle prods, and they used others to steer him. It served both sides; ultimately and without going into the specifics of the missions he was forced to perform for the agencies and for the healing of broken super-soldiers, he slipped away from their grip. They can still find him; after he left the war game their superiors came to him directly and that was a much more difficult issue for him to contend with. Now, his own family members and friends were sleeping agents. He went into isolation and studied hard, lonely and sorrowful but infinitely grateful to be given some free time away from the war; time to heal himself up and assimilate the wisdom of all he had experienced so far.
During which, the gang stalking became apparent. He never found out when it began, in some ways it began at the omen of his inception or before, it has always been going on and immortal souls when they awaken can connect the dots between physical incarnations. He was at that level of awareness as the goons were following him around, making it blatantly clear that they were doing so. He knew they wanted him to know, they would have been invisible otherwise. They simply wanted to put the frighteners on him. His so-called friends and family flat out point blank refused to believe him. They labelled him crazy and avoided him, a factor relied upon by the stalkers operation to further isolate him and alienate him from the mainstream. None of them were at all aware of his research or of his abilities. Nevertheless it was an uncomfortable time for him and without the inner still required to function, he sought escape.
He was contacted by a different group of extra-terrestrials who led him through the confusing smokescreen. The same embodied people around him were on this occasion used by the bad, on another occasion used by the good; until he learned that he could not trust a single one of them. He gave as many people as could listen a basic training in shamanism, detachment from mind techniques and some of the paradigm from which he was operating. Not many of them took it seriously enough, it was easier to go with the general belief that he was crazy and focus their Attention and energies on making money to pay the government taxes, and to get wasted and watch tv for relief.
So far the reader will probably be imagining that this is a fantasy book. It is not. It is an overview account of very real experiences from a very real person. What he did with it, was attempt to describe and explain the above, in as many ways as possible, to as many people as possible. He was ridiculed, his work and research was stolen from his apartment during break-in after break-in, his name was slandered by so-called friends and family whose souls had been converted at astral level in dreamspace into his enemies, without their even knowing it. He was accused of creating paranoia and of being paranoid. He is an artist, a creative, a shaman. And so he decided the best thing he could do was to work his awareness into products which the general public might receive. As they will not accept the truth for free, perhaps they will accept it if it costs them money, and if it is wrapped up in a glossy format more familiar to them than the unrecognisable truth.
It is not the Truth which you Fear. The Fear is an ego response that you have been deluded for so long, you find it difficult to swallow that and wake up, now. Easier to pretend there is no Truth and remain blind, a sleeper. That is the Death path. Living the Death path, you are already Dead even while your heart beats and your deluded mind fires neurons that you mistake for self identity. Mind is not Self.
The following is a work of fiction encapsulating some of those teachings.
(graphic novel to follow)
©2014 ordo octopia
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2014: Nobody is more surprised than me that there is any traffic on this site at all. Thank you for your interest!
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The character known as snakeappletree is, despite allegations to the contrary, heterosexual; he simply is managed by multi-gender internet users and lives in a bisexual community, therefore has bisexual community awareness and empathy with alternate sexualities to his own.
The only problem anyone has with that is when bigots start making claims that there is something wrong with anyone less brainwashed and with a larger, more open mind and a more compassionate heart than themselves. This is 21C not the 1950s.
October 1st 2014
Site stats show that I am getting 50 hits a day on this site. Thank You all of you.
I have been busy exposing abuse networks in SW wales
where it is wrong to be male and punishable by discrimination
But the good news is:
Rob texted me; the band is back on. We have practice arranged, he has found a cheaper place to rent. He's also found another band member.
August 2014
The door carving is the Magi card from the tarot.
Burning the candle at both ends to achieve the level.
This week I acquired a White top to replace or augment the habitual Black.
Have been developing 3D content for Ordo Octopia projects,
although have some great sound samples to use when I get Time/Focus on that.
July 2014
On and For the Record
The reason I am interested in subliminal mind programming
is not because I do it
(if I did I would stay publicly quiet about it to be more effective at it)
My intention is to make people more aware that it is real and exists
So that people are more likely to identify it when they see it happening
And defend themselves from it
June 2014
Added a few new chapters to MDK
Murder Tales featuring Crow
March 2014
Have been recording vocal samples with a talented young lady
who is as professional as she is lovely.
Its a lucky break for the studio -
have been trying to get a female singer
to put down some soundbytes for a long time.
In Wales if you ask any woman if she can sing
or wants to be in a band or the time
or anything at all for that matter,
all she hears is the words;
'do you want to have sex with me'
and the actual straight-talk face-value words are irrelevant.
She has a great voice, it is versatile,
we plan to do more sessions in future.
So I bought a fairly decent microphone,
better than the two-for-a-pound ones from poundland
that I have been using for the last decade.
It is described as having a 'warm' sound.
It is sensitive! Picks up all the frequencies of background sound;
birds outside and breathing, cars going past,
which have to be EQ'd out or alternatively
add ambience to the recording.
Now I know why studio's use sound proof booths to record vocals in.
Considering converting the shower into such a thing,
having previously discovered the merits of buddhist chanting in the shower
which it is a cute booth for resonance.
"Hey girl how would you like to come and make sexy noises in my shower cubical?
It's safe, I only want to record you doing it."
Yeah right mate.
And so eventually the music will make its way into the public arena
so you will see for yourself that it's worth the effort of taking this seriously.
Jan 2014
Dreamed today again of some beneficial entity pulling a lizard from my throat,
out through my mouth, rising all the way up through my core.
Ideally it would be a snake and easy to slide out but this fucker has developed claws,
a spike in my voicebox and gripping my lower chakra's from within.
Whoever has been doing this healing, i am grateful.
My cat was sleeping next to me so perhaps it was her.
A few nights ago the same, and the lizard snapped,
left its claws in me and they grew back again, same as tonight.
The healer advised I relax and let go.
I want to let go, for some reason my subconscious seems not ready yet?
I am reminded very much of the mayan scroll-serpent stellae with a human in its mouth,
this time its the other way around; the snake coming out through my throat.
Wish I knew what it was. The voice answers;
it's dirt, it doesn't matter specifically what it manifests as,
what the lizard looks like.
Just get it out.
Why am I holding on?
What am I holding on to?
Site stats show that I am getting 50 hits a day on this site. Thank You all of you.
I have been busy exposing abuse networks in SW wales
where it is wrong to be male and punishable by discrimination
But the good news is:
Rob texted me; the band is back on. We have practice arranged, he has found a cheaper place to rent. He's also found another band member.
August 2014
The door carving is the Magi card from the tarot.
Burning the candle at both ends to achieve the level.
This week I acquired a White top to replace or augment the habitual Black.
Have been developing 3D content for Ordo Octopia projects,
although have some great sound samples to use when I get Time/Focus on that.
July 2014
On and For the Record
The reason I am interested in subliminal mind programming
is not because I do it
(if I did I would stay publicly quiet about it to be more effective at it)
My intention is to make people more aware that it is real and exists
So that people are more likely to identify it when they see it happening
And defend themselves from it
June 2014
Added a few new chapters to MDK
Murder Tales featuring Crow
March 2014
Have been recording vocal samples with a talented young lady
who is as professional as she is lovely.
Its a lucky break for the studio -
have been trying to get a female singer
to put down some soundbytes for a long time.
In Wales if you ask any woman if she can sing
or wants to be in a band or the time
or anything at all for that matter,
all she hears is the words;
'do you want to have sex with me'
and the actual straight-talk face-value words are irrelevant.
She has a great voice, it is versatile,
we plan to do more sessions in future.
So I bought a fairly decent microphone,
better than the two-for-a-pound ones from poundland
that I have been using for the last decade.
It is described as having a 'warm' sound.
It is sensitive! Picks up all the frequencies of background sound;
birds outside and breathing, cars going past,
which have to be EQ'd out or alternatively
add ambience to the recording.
Now I know why studio's use sound proof booths to record vocals in.
Considering converting the shower into such a thing,
having previously discovered the merits of buddhist chanting in the shower
which it is a cute booth for resonance.
"Hey girl how would you like to come and make sexy noises in my shower cubical?
It's safe, I only want to record you doing it."
Yeah right mate.
And so eventually the music will make its way into the public arena
so you will see for yourself that it's worth the effort of taking this seriously.
Jan 2014
Dreamed today again of some beneficial entity pulling a lizard from my throat,
out through my mouth, rising all the way up through my core.
Ideally it would be a snake and easy to slide out but this fucker has developed claws,
a spike in my voicebox and gripping my lower chakra's from within.
Whoever has been doing this healing, i am grateful.
My cat was sleeping next to me so perhaps it was her.
A few nights ago the same, and the lizard snapped,
left its claws in me and they grew back again, same as tonight.
The healer advised I relax and let go.
I want to let go, for some reason my subconscious seems not ready yet?
I am reminded very much of the mayan scroll-serpent stellae with a human in its mouth,
this time its the other way around; the snake coming out through my throat.
Wish I knew what it was. The voice answers;
it's dirt, it doesn't matter specifically what it manifests as,
what the lizard looks like.
Just get it out.
Why am I holding on?
What am I holding on to?
December 2013
Following discovery that someone has hacked into and deleted all of my webjam sites,
i have began the process of converting this (studio journal) site into my main website and internet presence.
At the same time, the discovery that everything we do in the google empire is spied upon using program code where the invisible functionality applications are also spyware, so that nothing works without them, a relatively new phenomena on the internet as far as i am aware given that i used to be able to do the same things without relying on these cookies.
i have gone over to duckduckgo which claims to make my internet activity invisible to the private corporations behind this sinister agenda. It has some useful applications of its own,
not only ad blockers also tracking blockers.
Fiddling with the tracking software on/off is how i have discovered the same tracking software is the functionality for accessing the websites owned by the corporation
who do not have my consent to store my data no matter what their intentions.
By UK Common Law their activity is in breach of my Rights;
it is shameful that they be permitted to get away with it.
i am a composer; they are terrorists.
"We are governed by consent"
Teresa May UK Home Secretary
I DO NOT CONSENT TO BE GOVERNED
because the government are criminals,
by their own definition of the word
'terrorism'.
28.12.13
جو
Have been working on some compositions,
playing it live then input to machine so I can figure out how the next bit sounds,
I would write it to paper manuscript but I ran out already
then the using the computer takes on a life of its own,
derails the intended flow from the original theme and live improvisation;
it's a struggle to get it back there without it becoming something else.
Using machines directly affects the music in this way, changes it's structure.
Learning from both because both have their own forms of innovation.
Anyway here is the work in progress.
It is based around a famous French piece that I don't know the name of.
When the improvisation becomes the maths and the maths becomes the music,
the freedom is outside of that equation; the freedom is the real music.
The structure is there only to give a framework to escape from.
That dynamic, that journey; becomes what you hear.
These words are more exciting than the sounds.
7.12.13
lantana, piano work-in-progress
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this is a rare and recent (12.13) photo of the guy who the character snakeappletree is loosely based on
After a few decades of grubbing around in the lo-fi shit of alley gutters and lolly gussets its about time I make pretense at getting for real, wipe the sideways smirk from my scarred and stubbled angels fake and face being 'a real rock star' (to quote one of the groupies), for the sake of doing something with my life in the eyes of the bastard public instead of hiding away in studios doing bizarre scientific experiments with whiskey, women and opening electronic frequency gates to other dimensions to find out for myself what those damnable HAARP scientists are up to and battle otherworldly demons for kicks.
So here's some photos to make it easier to recognize me when you see me in public if that ever happens. Begrudgingly copying the traditional style of band websites so people think they know where i'm coming from and still not really fitting into that role either. Fuck paying someone else to make me a stereosite webotype under common delusion they're more professional because they charge money i don't have for it; This is the underground. I'll share some of my real music with you too soon.
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NEWS
5.5.2012 PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT
"SNAKEAPPLETREE"
is now
trademark licensed
to
ORDO OCTOPIA LTD
previously;
"snakeappletree" was the stage name used by an artist, musician & shaman
now;
"snakeappletree" is not a living flesh & blood being :
"snakeappletree" is a soulless corporate fiction;
a brand product logo & adult cartoon caricature
used by Ordo Octopia with permission from the original copyright owner
جو
3.11.2013
finally at long last have everything placed more or less where it needs to be
so, have been experimenting with samples
recorded over the past decade onto Roland s760 (old floppy disks)
an old gunslinger now...
recorded a few singers this year, not done much else
playing live on the organ downstairs and composing
"SNAKEAPPLETREE"
is now
trademark licensed
to
ORDO OCTOPIA LTD
previously;
"snakeappletree" was the stage name used by an artist, musician & shaman
now;
"snakeappletree" is not a living flesh & blood being :
"snakeappletree" is a soulless corporate fiction;
a brand product logo & adult cartoon caricature
used by Ordo Octopia with permission from the original copyright owner
جو
3.11.2013
finally at long last have everything placed more or less where it needs to be
so, have been experimenting with samples
recorded over the past decade onto Roland s760 (old floppy disks)
an old gunslinger now...
recorded a few singers this year, not done much else
playing live on the organ downstairs and composing
جو
Thanks & Gratitude
(in no specific order)
All the greats who came before
and pushed the horizon over the edge
to give us headspace.
Gunnar Mews
who during the early-mid 19902
took me all over Germany to hear Techno music
Jordan Reyne
whose youtube tutorials and her voice!
taught me the wisdom of acquiring some very useful gear
Louis Martine
of New Orleans Voodoo
for teach me the rhythms
for ceremony, which gigs are
Dan the Man
for years of support, encouragement, directions & friendship.
Check out the influential Red Shark Sound System for jazz-dubstep, seWales style.
The Live set is a hard act to follow!
http://soundcloud.com/theredsharksoundsystem
Jon Shannow
for putting a sampler on my lap
& introducing me to the MIDI monster
Ben
BBC Young Composer of the Year Winner
for lending me his BA music lecture notes & assignments file
Mam&Mom
for supportive contributions making it possible
Dean de Feu
for training in esp & shamanism
which changed my life
Sephir
for instructing me in Tarot, Alchemy and so much more!
That we are reunited proves the Beauty of Life
Angel
whose cadaceus wand begat voodoo sound tools
I hope that you are safe
Corey
for teaching me live drum tricks, spirit,
& for showing me Truth.
& Nostrovia!
Ryman
for nocturnal groovebox tuition
Tora
for letting me play her djembe
& unleash rhythms of freedom
nobody knew where were coming from,
that night
Ginger
of Skindred
basically for being my studio tech
when his own ability is second to none
its an honour to have worked with you!
Nat
we learned together that music is Life
"voodoo people magick people"
Pablo
for providing me with magick stereo-lead
Check out his custom guitar art
http://board.violetprison.com/album.php?albumid=72
Paul Gray
Community Music Wales
for teaching me sampling law
"a significant proportion of the original creative intention"
= 'the 3 second rule'
and for getting me quality portable recording gear
put to much good use!
Russ of Durga
for teaching me street performance
“we’re on a mission from God”
at Zooport Chartists tunnel jam;
queues lined up to give us coins!
Win
a dark nagual
for everything!
Bryan Charleywood
hey man I named my kid after you
Charley Jungle
Staff at the Family Center for being there!
I can't write a list of gratitude without mentioning;
Far
who seered deep to the weave
NB some tribe names have been changed to protect true people
you know who you are and if you don't, you should do
EPITAPH
For two decades I was punished too hard by too many people for having too many ideas. My best ideas were stolen by other people who made money from them. Then the ethos changed as the concept of out of the box thinking caught on and that we cannot fix problems with the same mentality that created them. Suddenly my being full of innovation is regarded as a beneficial trait much sought after and rewarded. The nation no longer deems me a problem, now I am something they are proud of. So I ask you, if for twenty years you purposefully degrade, harm and damage somebody, do you truly think they will help you now that it is popular finally to listen to what I have been saying all along?
The answer is no. You broke me because I was different and suggested improvements. You ridiculed me to the point of psychosis. I label you abusers. All of you but for the few who sustained me during my persecution. You have shaped me. I am a product of my generation. Now I am no longer a creative genius. I am a twisted vengeful fucker the same as all the ones who hated me for being young, ingenious and talented. Everything I do now is to rid the world of the elder generations who hurt me and ground me down. I will teach this to the children who will outlive you. I will teach them what the twentieth century generations were like. It is proof that the world is a better place now that you are gone. This is your epitaph.
I have an average of eighty people a day on my website and rising. Every one of them has read this. You broke my will, so with my last creative intention, I am your historian. You took my life and turned me into an empty shell, trapped and forced to observe and feel all the pain. So I take your lasting memory and gift it to the future, that your descendants know the truth of it.
For two decades I was punished too hard by too many people for having too many ideas. My best ideas were stolen by other people who made money from them. Then the ethos changed as the concept of out of the box thinking caught on and that we cannot fix problems with the same mentality that created them. Suddenly my being full of innovation is regarded as a beneficial trait much sought after and rewarded. The nation no longer deems me a problem, now I am something they are proud of. So I ask you, if for twenty years you purposefully degrade, harm and damage somebody, do you truly think they will help you now that it is popular finally to listen to what I have been saying all along?
The answer is no. You broke me because I was different and suggested improvements. You ridiculed me to the point of psychosis. I label you abusers. All of you but for the few who sustained me during my persecution. You have shaped me. I am a product of my generation. Now I am no longer a creative genius. I am a twisted vengeful fucker the same as all the ones who hated me for being young, ingenious and talented. Everything I do now is to rid the world of the elder generations who hurt me and ground me down. I will teach this to the children who will outlive you. I will teach them what the twentieth century generations were like. It is proof that the world is a better place now that you are gone. This is your epitaph.
I have an average of eighty people a day on my website and rising. Every one of them has read this. You broke my will, so with my last creative intention, I am your historian. You took my life and turned me into an empty shell, trapped and forced to observe and feel all the pain. So I take your lasting memory and gift it to the future, that your descendants know the truth of it.
