ROGUE CIA


Trump let it be known he authorized the CIA to undertake “Covert Operations” in Venezuela.

President Harry Truman created the CIA with the National Security Act of 1947

He regretted creating it with this Opinion piece in The Washington Post 62 Years ago this month. The mystery is why searching The Washington Post for it, it’s no longer there. Good thing I saved it when I saw it many years ago.

The Washington Post December 22, 1963 – page A11 
Harry Truman Writes: Limit CIA Role To Intelligence 

INDEPENDENCE, MO., Dec. 21 — I think it has become necessary to take another look at the purpose and operations of our Central Intelligence Agency—CIA. At least, I would like to submit here the original reason why I thought it necessary to organize this Agency during my Administration, what I expected it to do and how it was to operate as an arm of the President. 

I think it is fairly obvious that by and large a President’s performance in office is as effective as the information he has and the information he gets. That is to say, that assuming the President himself possesses a knowledge of our history, a sensitive understanding of our institutions, and an insight into the needs and aspirations of the people, he needs to have available to him the most accurate and up-to-the-minute information on what is going on everywhere in the world, and particularly of the trends and developments in all the danger spots in the contest between East and West. This is an immense task and requires a special kind of an intelligence facility. 

Of course, every President has available to him all the information gathered by the many intelligence agencies already in existence. The Departments of State, Defense, Commerce, Interior and others are constantly engaged in extensive information gathering and have done excellent work. 

But their collective information reached the President all too frequently in conflicting conclusions. At times, the intelligence reports tended to be slanted to conform to established positions of a given department. This becomes confusing and what’s worse, such intelligence is of little use to a President in reaching the right decisions. 

Therefore, I decided to set up a special organization charged with the collection of all intelligence reports from every available source, and to have those reports reach me as President without department “treatment” or interpretations. 

I wanted and needed the information in its “natural raw” state and in as comprehensive a volume as it was practical for me to make full use of it. But the most important thing about this move was to guard against the chance of intelligence being used to influence or to lead the President into unwise decisions—and I thought it was necessary that the President do his own thinking and evaluating. 

Since the responsibility for decision making was his—then he had to be sure that no information is kept from him for whatever reason at the discretion of any one department or agency, or that unpleasant facts be kept from him. There are always those who would want to shield a President from bad news or misjudgments to spare him from being “upset.” 

For some time I have been disturbed by the way CIA has been diverted from its original assignment. It has become an operational and at times a policy-making arm of the Government. This has led to trouble and may have compounded our difficulties in several explosive areas. 

I never had any thought that when I set up the CIA that it would be injected into peacetime cloak and dagger operations. Some of the complications and embarrassment I think we have experienced are in part attributable to the fact that this quiet intelligence arm of the President has been so removed from its intended role that it is being interpreted as a symbol of sinister and mysterious foreign intrigue—and a subject for cold war enemy propaganda. 

With all the nonsense put out by Communist propaganda about “Yankee imperialism,“ ”exploitive capitalism,“ ”war-mongering,“ ”monopolists,” in their name-calling assault on the West, the last thing we needed was for the CIA to be seized upon as something akin to a subverting influence in the affairs of other people. 

I well knew the first temporary director of the CIA, Adm. Souers, and the later permanent directors of the CIA, Gen. Hoyt Vandenberg and Allen Dulles. These were men of the highest character, patriotism and integrity—and I assume this is true of all those who continue in charge. 

But there are now some searching questions that need to be answered. I, therefore, would like to see the CIA be restored to its original assignment as the intelligence arm of the President, and that whatever else it can properly perform in that special field—and that its operational duties be terminated or properly used elsewhere. 

We have grown up as a nation, respected for our free institutions and for our ability to maintain a free and open society. There is something about the way the CIA has been functioning that is casting a shadow over our historic position and I feel that we need to correct it. 

The best known operation in recent history was the CIA, with the British MI6, orchestrated the 1953 coup (Operation Ajax) that overthrew Iran’s democratically elected Prime Minister, Mohammad Mosaddegh, who sought to nationalize the oil industry. The coup restored power to the pro-Western Shah, Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, fulfilling British & US goals to secure oil interests and counter perceived Soviet influence during the Cold War, but ultimately fueled anti-Western sentiment leading to the 1979 revolution.

Torture Program and “Black Sites”: In the aftermath of the 9/11 attacks, the CIA operated secret detention facilities (“black sites”) around the world where detainees were subjected to “enhanced interrogation techniques,” widely condemned as torture. Methods included waterboarding (which nearly drowned one detainee, Abu Zubaydah), sensory deprivation in total darkness, chaining people to concrete floors, and medically unnecessary “rectal rehydration”. Agency officers also threatened to harm the children or sexually abuse the mothers of detainees. The program produced fabricated intelligence and resulted in the death of at least one detainee from hypothermia.

Project MKUltra: From 1953 to 1973, the CIA ran a human experimentation program aimed at developing mind-control and psychological torture techniques. This project involved administering high doses of LSD and other drugs, hypnosis, electroshock therapy, and sensory deprivation to unwitting subjects, including U.S. and Canadian citizens, in universities, hospitals, and prisons.

Overthrowing Democratic Governments: The CIA has a history of involvement in the overthrow of democratically elected foreign governments, particularly in Latin America during the Cold War. Notable examples include Operation PB Success in Guatemala (1954), the 1973 coup in Chile that installed Augusto Pinochet, and the 1953 Iranian coup, often resulting in long periods of brutal authoritarian rule and human rights abuses.

Assassination Plots: The CIA has engaged in numerous plots to assassinate foreign leaders, most famously Fidel Castro of Cuba, with methods proposed including poisoned cigars, explosive molluscs, and poison pills. The agency was also implicated in the assassination of Patrice Lumumba, the first elected Prime Minister of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

Supporting Abusive Paramilitary Units: The agency has been accused of supporting and training military and paramilitary units in various countries, such as in Honduras and Afghanistan, that went on to commit grave human rights abuses, including summary executions and forced disappearances.

Psychological Warfare and “Aswang” Operation: In the Philippines during the early 1950s, CIA operative Edward Lansdale used psychological operations exploiting local superstitions to combat communist insurgents. In one gruesome instance, agents drained the blood from a dead guerrilla and left the body with two neck holes to make it appear as though an “aswang” (vampire-like creature) had killed him, successfully spreading fear. 

DECLARATION II – THE LAST TRUMP


On this day, when nations remember those sacrificed in war, the Final Word is delivered. The World listen to what was Declared in the hearing of The Governor-General, Prime Minister, Military Brass, Ambassadors of the Nations and the Public after the solemn silence, and after the 3 Abrahamic Religions prayed to God there should be no more War. There was total silence after that as Dignitaries laid their wreaths at CanaDa’s National War Cenotaph 40 years ago, in 1985.  

This was not to condemn, but to awaken. The Leaders and Public are still asleep, sleepwalking on the Path to ARMAGEDDON/WWIII.

🕊️ THE DECLARATION 🕊️

Hear O people and Nations, even to the ends of the Earth, the Word of the LORD God, who is, and was, and is to come, The Almighty

The LORD has a controversy with the rulers of this age and the powers they serve.

Do you do well to honour the dead, and yet deny the God of the living?

Why do you follow the vain traditions of men, and make of no effect, the Principles of God?

You come here for one hour, one day a year, in a great show of public patriotism — and then forgetting, return to the same machinery of debt and war that devours our world.

Hitler is dead — but the spirit of supremacy and genocide lives, and the military-industrial-financial empire (the Dollar Beast)  holds the world hostage tighter than it was in 1985.

Therefore, this is the Word of the LORD God: Cease your genocides. Dismantle your idols of debt and weaponry. Turn to the God of the Living before the living join the dead you mourn.

THE DECLARATION: Nov. 11, 1985

DECLARATION II – THE LAST TRUMP: Nov. 11, 2025

Those with eyes wide open can see the powers of this age, now hold the world hostage to greater wars — and the very rumours of war foretold 40 years ago.

And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plow shares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. Isaiah 2

The Day the Veil Lifted: A Spiritual Awakening in a Time of Crisis


On January 31, 1975, at the age of 31, I walked away from a lucrative career as National Marketing Representative, Mining Division, Dominion Engineering Works Ltd., a prominent Montreal-based company. The job, which I had taken with high hopes, turned out to be a far cry from what I had envisioned.

I thought I was being hired to travel coast to coast in Canada, all expenses paid, selling very expensive ball mills costing in the $100s of thousands in ’74 dollars to mining industries. Instead, I found myself confined to a desk, preparing sales proposals and production schedules. The realization that Canadian and American companies were outsourcing labor to third-world countries for excess profit—leaving workers here jobless—left me disillusioned. I quit without a backup plan, unaware that the next day would mark the most profound turning point of my life.

On February 1, 1975, the veil lifted. I experienced a spiritual awakening that redefined my existence. In an instant, I became acutely aware of God’s presence within me—a truth echoed in both the Old and New Testaments. This moment of divine connection was not just a personal revelation; it was a call to a higher purpose. Over the next 36 years, I grappled with this newfound reality, eventually sharing my story in a blog post titled “Day of Awakening – David vs Goliath vs Armageddon. Today, I revisit that journey, reflecting on its enduring significance in a world still grappling with greed, inequality, and spiritual blindness.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     That day, I was in high spirits. I was finalizing the deal that just by Time and Chance dropped out of the sky, to take possession of a dream apartment—a five-room space beautifully decorated by a French Canadian artist, complete with artwork and furnishings, all for going for $1,000. The rent was just $69 a month, plus utilities. It was a steal, and I was eager to make it my own. It was right in the heart of downtown Montreal on Hotel de Ville St. near Sherbrooke & St. Laurent, the dividing line between East and West. A 1 or 2 bedroom apartment on that Gentrified block in Montreal costs between $1700-$2300 Today.

I arrived with a wealthy Jewish friend to seal the deal. After handling the business, we got into an intense discussion about society, morality, politics, and religion—the human condition, life and death, war and peace on Earth. As I sat back, listening to their passionate debate, something extraordinary happened. At a certain point, it was as if a veil was lifted from my eyes. With what felt like the sound of rushing water, I was overcome with an undeniable realization: God! You’re alive! You exist! You really exist! In that moment, I came alive to God—or perhaps God came alive to me. It was a spiritual awakening, a connection to another dimension that I had never before experienced. I said nothing to the others—they didn’t have the same experience.

Later that evening, still processing the profound change within me, I met with another group of friends. Among them was an American artist avoiding the draft I asked three months earlier to create a portrait of me to encourage him, paying a deposit. When he unveiled the finished piece, I was stunned. It was no ordinary portrait. Instead, it was a symbolic masterpiece: a headless body standing tall, with a shield and a slingshot, standing in front of a car at the edge of a cliff, its license plate marked with a single letter—“D.”

The original portrait was done in pencil and larger than this copy of a copy of the original size drawing, both copies distributed on The Sparks Street Mall with a collage of scriptures with the header, PUBLIC NOTICE The original was stolen during a break and enter of my apartment in Ottawa. I added the Canadian Coat of Arms and the colour in the green arrow pointing up and the red light.

No one in the room knew about my spiritual awakening earlier that day. As I studied the drawing, I joked, “Dave, that’s a jock-looking image. I wish my body looked that good.” Pointing to the shield, I asked, “Is that a cowboy hat?” He replied, “No. It’s a shield and a slingshot. You know, like David and Goliath.” His words struck me like a thunderclap. David and Goliath. Here I was, hours after my awakening, holding a portrait that seemed to mirror the very themes now stirring within me.

The headless body symbolized humanity without God—a body that cannot stand on its own. The car at the cliff represented the global economy, teetering on the edge of collapse. The “D” on the license plate, when I asked Dave if it was his signature was met with a cryptic response: “It could be Death. It could be Divinity. I have no idea.” The timing was uncanny. It was as if God was speaking to me through the artist’s hand, using symbols to affirm the path ahead.

That night, alone in my apartment, I was overwhelmed with peace, joy, and gratitude. Tears streamed down my face as I thought, God, I don’t know what you’re doing with me, but whatever it is, keep doing it. I love it! I love you! At that exact moment, a radio broadcast began with the words, “Now that you’re a Christian, your work is just beginning.” From that day forward, I began a deep communion with God and Christ within me. Though I didn’t fully understand what was happening, I knew it was real. But my life was forever changed. It was a profound, visceral knowing. God is real. God is alive. And God is in me.

This awakening was not something I sought or expected. I had spent no time searching for God in my live, thoughts or actions. Yet, in that moment, I was born anew—not of flesh, but of the Spirit, as described in John 1:13. It was a clear demarcation in my life: BC (Before Christ) and AD (Anno Domini). From that day forward, I began a journey of communion with God, learning to live not by the will of man, but by the will of the Spirit.

The day of my spiritual awakening—February 1, 1975—was not just a personal turning point; it was a microcosm of the larger battle we face as a global community. The portrait I received that night, with its headless body, shield, slingshot, and car at the edge of a cliff, was a prophetic image of the world we live in today. The headless body symbolizes a humanity adrift, disconnected from its spiritual source. The car at the cliff represents a global system teetering on the brink of collapse. And the slingshot? It’s a reminder that even the smallest among us, armed with faith and courage, can confront the giants of our age.

Those giants are more visible now than ever. The spectre of World War III looms large in the U.S. war with Russia over Ukraine, concurrent with the Middle East on the path to Armageddon—aka the Battle of the Great Day of God Almighty—shaping up between Jewish Israel, Christian America, and the Islamic nations. Escalating tensions between global powers, the rise of militarism, the erosion of moral values, and the unchecked greed of the few at the expense of the many are all signs of a world in crisis. Yet, as my awakening taught me, these challenges are not merely political or economic—they are spiritual. The battle we face is not just against flesh and blood, but against the forces of division, destruction, and despair.

In the biblical story of David and Goliath, David’s victory was not just a triumph of skill or strategy; it was a testament to his faith in God. Today, we are called to embody that same faith. Each of us, in our own way, has a role to play in confronting the giants of our time. Whether through art, activism, prayer, or simply living a life of integrity and compassion, we can be instruments of divine justice in a broken world.

The concept of Armageddon is often associated with catastrophic conflict, but it also represents a moment of reckoning—a time when the forces of good and evil come to a head. For me, the question is not whether we will face these challenges, but how we will respond to them. Will we succumb to fear and despair, or will we rise to the occasion, trusting in the power of faith and the promise of redemption?

My journey since that day of awakening has been one of learning to see the world through spiritual eyes. It’s about recognizing that the battles we face are not just physical or political, but spiritual. The forces of greed, division, and destruction are real, but so too is the power of faith, love, and divine justice. Like David, we may feel small and ill-equipped, but with God on our side, we are more than conquerors.

Now, in my 81st year, I have come full circle. That dream apartment with the low rent, where I came alive to God on February 1, 1975, I gave up seven months later to enter the U.S. and discover the Spirit of ’76. God saved it for me. Today, I have a large, well-laid-out one-bedroom apartment, heated, with a parking space on Hotel de Ville in Hull, costing $398/month US. That is a dream apartment in these times of crazy rents!

This personal blog has chronicled many episodes in my search for God since that February day to the present. Through all the ups and downs, The LORD is my Shepherd. I shall not want. He causes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Even when I walk in the valley of darkness, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff—they comfort me. You set a table before me in the presence of my adversaries; You anointed my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

The day the veil lifted was not just a personal turning point; it was a microcosm of the larger battle we face as a global community. The portrait I received that night, with its headless body, shield, slingshot, and car at the edge of a cliff, was a prophetic image of the world we live in today. The headless body symbolizes a humanity adrift, disconnected from its spiritual source. The car at the cliff represents a global system teetering on the brink of collapse. And the slingshot? It’s a reminder that even the smallest among us, armed with faith and courage, can confront the giants of our age.

The day the veil lifted was the beginning of a journey—a journey of faith, humility, and divine purpose. It was a call to see the world through spiritual eyes, to recognize that the battles we face are not just physical or political, but spiritual. The forces of greed, division, and destruction are real, but so too is the power of faith, love, and divine justice. Like David, we may feel small and ill-equipped, but with God on our side, we are more than conquerors.

And I said, “Woe is me for I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and amidst a people of unclean lips I dwell, for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of Hosts. Isaiah 6:5

This is a revised version of https://rayjc.com/2011/12/25/day-of-awakening-david-vs-goliath-vs-armageddon/