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     It's not a good idea to hang around people or other beings who use needles, because they are probably narcs; and, narcs will do the filthiest, most disgusting, evil, and even illegal things so that they are able to continue the game of being able to arrest other people for doing the same things that they do on a much larger scale in many more categories. It might be relatively safe to buy pot from a narc, for personal use, if you are a regular customer, and you are sure that you are not going to be selling any, or keeping large enough quantities that you would be a sure thing if they decided you're an easy target to set up for a bust. They don't really want to stop you from using illegal drugs. They just want to make sure that they can get you under control enough that you will use the illegal drugs the government wants you to use. Affordable Health Care. Better to save any seeds at the bottom of the bag, if any, and grow your own pot, under a mixture of Fluorescent and incandescent lights, (High Pressure Sodium, Metal Halide, new technology large wattage, and/or similar lighting systems will be traceable and identifiable as pot growing equipment, cause a large electric bill and possibly a high enough heat signature as grounds for a warrant.), for personal use. That way you won't have as high of risk of smoking weed that might be contaminated with something addictive or otherwise harmful by people who want to trick you into thinking the weed is more potent than it really is and get you to keep coming back to the holding company for more, so they can make you get with the program. You can get your prescription pain killers from the narcs, and save the cost of an office visit. Do you think the licensed doctors who would prescribe the highly addictive pain killers, or the filthy rich pharmaceutical companies who produce them, are any less evil than the narcs, or other dealers, who sell them to you illegally, either to make you get with the program, or because they became unintentional victims of the drugs themselves, by doctors they trusted, and sell them at higher prices to cover the costs of a need for higher doses to satisfy the addictive craving the  doctors who are supposed to make people well, but only make money when people are sick, infected them with? Doesn't matter. Good and evil are just two different leagues of the same game to them: Legal and Illegal, Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, Good Guys and Bad Guys. Morals have nothing to do with it. The big money is in keeping the games going. All kinds of cheerleaders on both sides. But, the problem isn't the players or the drugs. It's the game itself. Cocaine is the rich man's drug. You have to be rich to support a Cocaine habit. People who have enough money can find Cocaine. Even rich people are now saying that Cocaine can ruin your life. People lie, steal, kill, and do other bad things to get Coke. But, because it's the rich man's drug, it's just another part of the game. Rich man goes to rehab and a ceremony or press conference; poor man goes to prison, unless he agrees to go by the rules of The Peanut Club. In the movies, the bad guy is the large quantity Cocaine dealer, usually from Columbia, because the C.I.A. wouldn't be involved in anything like that, and the good guys are secret police led by Captain America and the Secret Headquarters Intelligence Team. But, if you are really AWARE, you would have to ask yourself: "Why in Hell does anybody, even rich people, make such a big deal about Cocaine?" It's just a speed type "high", more intense than many other similar stimulants, but, not really that exciting. If you want to buy Acid, (LSD), on the street, you will probably not be able to find anything going around as Acid that has any real LSD as an ingredient, or, if it does have any actual LSD content, it will be in such a small dose that you will not come anywhere near an experience you could have when you could buy real Acid from real civilians, like before they started forcing the peaceful psychedelic public, like all the gentle loving people at Woodstock, out of the pages of history, and replacing them with newspeak of silence. So, ideas of expanded consciousness are rounded up, forced onto a train, and unloaded into concentration camps, where they are forced to build cars, until they are retired by marching them into the showers, locking the doors, and turning on the gas. They don't need to take your body if you let them take your mind. If you have taken Cocaine, and you have also tried what was going around as Acid, and you don't think that a heavy Cocaine rush is boring compared to a good Acid trip, then you have never really tripped on Acid. The stuff made by narcs, being passed off as Acid, is to STOP you from tripping. Expanded conscious is not a part of the program for The Peanut Club. Mind control is the name of the game. Stop to think about it. They can keep people everywhere from getting real Acid. Try and find real Acid, that will actually help you trip in a fashion described in Psychedelic Review in the 1960s. The LSD that was given experimentally to Betta Splendens in the 1950s, and made them more peaceful. The LSD that was used, up until the early 1960s, in a tropical fish food, (categorized as a "color food"), called Wardley's High Glow Number 30 to enhance the colors in tropical fish. All of the true psychedelics are non-toxic, as was verified by expert researchers and reported in publications like Psychedelic Review. That information is now suppressed by the secret police state. But, there are people old enough to remember the truth who are not afraid to speak the truth in a world full of lies. They can hide all the acid temporarily. But, they claim they need a violent secret police state to fake a fight against addictive drugs that are more powerful than a locomotive, faster than a speeding bullet, and can leap a tall building in a single bound. I remember when I came back to Michigan from California in 1967. I learned a lot in the 1960s. I had wanted to get into song writing. I wrote lyrics. I was living in an apartment in Hollywood. Just like many people who wanted to become actors, I was working as a bus boy. It was in the "Old World Restaurant". One day while I was at work, waiting for a table that needed bussing. another bus boy was standing beside me. Dr. Timothy Leary had become very well known by then for his research with, and campaigning for, the use of LSD-25 as an aid for spiritual enlightenment and the expansion of consciousness. Dr. Leary entered the restaurant with several other people, most notably a very pretty woman, a man wearing a fez type hat, and other people. They took up a table near the back of the restaurant and were having conversations, and using a slide projector to display what would be considered as psychedelic patterns on one wall. Everybody in the world knew who Timothy Leary was by that time. Some people loved him; some people hated him, just like any great man. The bus boy standing beside me turned to me and said: "He's really fucked up.", to which I then replied: "Yeah, I know. I wish I was that fucked up." I could tell by the sudden shocked expression on his face that he didn't mean the term "fucked up" in the same way that I did. Tim Leary was standing nearby at that time; and, I kind of got the idea that he overheard our conversation, although he didn't seem to be very concerned at the time. A little later, when I was in the kitchen, Dr. Leary walked through the door, followed by the Maitre'D, and he winked at me as he passed by, like someone secretly greeting someone else on the same league. I learned later that their party had skipped out on the bill. I'm still laughing about that right this moment. I think that is probably how Tim Leary's life was meant to be, wandering among people all around the world, some good, some bad, absorbing more and more knowledge on his long trip, while playing the various types of games of Cowboys and Indians. On another day around that time, Dr. Leary was scheduled to appear at the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, and have a discussion about the religious organization he had founded known as the "League for Spiritual Discovery", which was an acronym, obviously not coincidental, for LSD. It was based not as much on setting rules, rituals, and beliefs, like those of most religions based on revelation by Prophets or other means, but, rather on personal search by individuals for truth and enlightenment, each according to their own chosen path, aided by the expanded consciousness provided by the consumption of LSD. The consumption of psychedelic substances is an ancient practice in the Americas, including, but not limited to, the use of "Magic Mushrooms", Peyote, and others found in nature. Many religious beliefs and traditions based on spiritual enlightenment through the use of psychedelics have been held sacred by people inhabiting the Western World since long before Christopher Columbus helped the Indians discover America. The real "War on Drugs" is just a smokescreen for a secret police state that wants to make everyone an addict to the various programs of The Peanut Club; Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, by deleting all truth about spiritual enlightenment and expansion of conscious, and making you believe that they are the good guys, and those who speak out or refuse to worship their symbols are the bad guys. But, how many dead girls have to be found in a shallow grave in the woods, in horrible manners that can't be explained or understood by decent people, often left there over and over by the same person or persons, who seem to be able to have magic powers to make themselves invisible, like a a ritual pattern repeated over and over and over in almost identical ways, like an inside job ordained by the devil, before people can see that, even though nobody anywhere ever admits to literally worshipping the devil, and devoting their life to doing evil, the results say otherwise? And, the last thing the world needs is a violent secret police state trying to suppress the search for spiritual enlightenment and expansion of consciousness, when that is the very thing that is needed the most. I called in to the restaurant and told them I would be taking the day off because I was going to see a doctor. The fact that the doctor I chose for consultation was Doctor Timothy Leary was none of their business. I don't require the approval of other people to make my decisions. Part of the presentation at the auditorium was a series of light patterns projected at the back of the stage, as a stimulation for the visual senses. The Grateful Dead played for a while, and a few people were dancing in the aisles. Dr. Leary gave a long talk and presented many interesting points on the era that had come about at that time, and the use of LSD for spiritual enlightenment. People were more free to speak then, even coming out of a past that had war becoming unpopular, hair becoming longer, and people realizing that having guns and a lot of money on their side doesn't mean governments and police are always the good guys. At one point in his discussion, Timothy Leary made an analogy about the attempt by many persons to suppress freedom of thought, which he labeled as "The menopausal mentality". A very elderly lady in the audience stood up and began tossing eggs towards the stage, presumably with the intention of hitting Dr. Leary. She then turned around and walked out. None of the eggs hit anyone. Afterwards Dr. Leary stated: "Gee, I wonder what I said?", at which time the audience applauded. Those are highlights from a person witnessing a significant event where people were searching for the truth. If you seek the truth sincerely, God will eventually lead you to it, even if you start out a long ways away. "Where are you now Tim?", (see the DMT experiments in Psychedelic Review). Consider that my wink back. After my experiences in California, including my first toke of weed in September of 1966, along with two friends from Michigan, and a man walking his dog on the beach who offered to share his pot with us, I came back to Michigan as a failed lyric writer, but, a quarterback for a new league that stretched to infinity. I had read in Psychedelic Review about an experiment to test the psychedelic qualities of the seeds of certain varieties of common Morning Glory flowers. The red variety, known as the "Scarlett O'Hara", had little, if any, psychedelic properties. The varieties that did have psychedelic properties sounded like their names were purposely inspired by God to describe the trips they could take you on. The three active varieties named in an experiment in Psychedelic Review were: "Heavenly Blue", (an all blue variety), "Pearly Gates", (an all white variety), and "Flying Saucers", (a variety that had a mixture of blue and white stripes). There were various methods of ingestion used, such as grinding up the seeds into a powder and mixing them with other substances, like a liquid, and a sandwich for one research subject. It would be highly unlikely that I could explain the descriptions of the effects of the experiment which were stated in the report. The only way would be if somebody could locate a copy of that issue of Psychedelic Review, without getting arrested for blasphemy against the state, and, read it for themselves, behind locked doors. Or: I bought a lot of Morning Glory seeds, on many occasions, at various places, over a period of time travel which had many departure and arrival times over the years. I never told anyone. I had to protect the sacred secret from the forces of evil. At the time I came back to town, in early 1967, I didn't know anybody in town that even toked, much less tripped. The dose I set as the default for each trip I went on, after reading the experiment data in Psychedelic Review, was 500, (five hundred), seeds. I used a small pepper mill to grind the seeds, by hand, into a coarse powder. I then mixed the seeds into a large glass of orange juice. The seeds would not grind up into very fine particles. They were fairly coarse. They did not dissolve either. I had to stir the mixture really fast and then guzzle a small amount at a time. It felt like swallowing sand. Eventually I got all of the ground up seeds consumed. It would usually take about two hours for the first effects to be noticeable. The trip seemed to last about ten to twelve hours, sometimes longer. The exact chemistry is kind of complicated, with a combination of Lysergic Acid compounds being the main ingredients. Lysergic Acid is part of the compound known as LSD, or Acid. Other than the researchers in Psychedelic Review, I never ran across anyone who said they knew about the psychedelic properties of common Morning Glory seeds. Maybe they were keeping it a secret like I was, until they ran across someone who seemed like they might be ready for that level of expanded conscious. Somebody else must have known somewhere though, apparently the forces of evil, because, of all the seed packages I have ever seen, of many different varieties of seeds for flowers, vegetables, and other plants, Morning Glory seeds are the only type I can remember ever seeing that came in a package that read: "Do not eat the seeds". Some of the brands said: "Do not eat the seeds. Contains Thyram and Dieldrin.", which were apparently types of fungicides. I washed the seeds off thoroughly and allowed them to dry, before grinding them up, every time I went on a trip. And it was not just a mild buzz. It was a very intense psychedelic experience, including visual enlightenment of abstract thoughts.  Although, I have had times when the seeds seemed to have little effect, mostly in more recent years, where I suspect the same secret forces of evil that got together to put "Do not eat the seeds." on the packages probably conspired to breed less potent varieties to flood the market with. A lot of people that saw the writing on the seed packages over the years that said: "Do not eat the seeds." probably wondered: "Why would anyone want to do that?"; I saw them and I was Alice, and the packages were saying: "Eat me. Eat me.", and so I did. A lot of events that would seem ordinary under typical conditions seemed like a journey to another planet when I was tripping. One thing that sticks in my mind to this day is when I was tripping really heavy one time, sitting in front of a heat register in my bedroom, and the Beatle's song "A day in the life" came on the radio. I would never believe for a moment, that when that song was recorded, there was even one person who could be found in the studio that was not completely stoned. I went many different places to get the seeds, from greenhouses to department stores. Every place carried Morning Glory seeds. I have, since those early days, done many hits of Acid, (LSD). Some people would figure that because you never hear any stories about Morning Glory journeys it probably would be just a desperate substitute for the laboratory produced Lysercic Acid compounds. Very wrong, I have tried the most potent hits of Acid available in the 1960s and early 1970s, including, but not limited to, Orange Sunshine and Purple Microdot, and genuine very potent Blotter Acid. Nowadays anybody who offers fake blotter acid would probably set you up for a bust, and probably worships the devil. But, many of the trips I have had on Morning Glory seeds seem to just take off way better than expected and were a more extreme trip visually than even the best commercial acid. I went to the local library to trip, which at that time was right across the street from the Church our family went to. The building was later turned into a museum and a new library built downtown. I could open a book, and it was like I was at a convention of all the great minds in history doing an inventory of their ideas. Explaining a trip would be as difficult as explaining colors to a blind person. It's like God led me on a giant scavenger hunt for truth and knowledge, right across the street from our church. It was like our own secret between God and myself. There is something very sacred about the psychedelic experience. It is all a part of the ever opening scroll of God's ultimate plan. Great things are experienced by very decent people who believe in piece and love, and come to a better understanding of how to live up to those ideals, while they are tripping. Don't let the spiritually blind try to teach you how to run a marathon. They want to confiscate your guns and exterminate your Pit Bulls by accusing them of being terrorists, so they don't get hurt if they break into your home to kidnap you at gunpoint and stop you from smoking pot and tripping, or expanding your consciousness or becoming spiritually more aware in some other way not approved by The Peanut Club. I speak in a strange way; but, you know in your heart I speak the truth. Not to worry. Their time is short. Death is a temporary set back. The dead will rise. Angels walk the Earth. It's the end of the world. Judgment day is soon. And, I have knowledge of some seeds in a safe place they can't get to...                                   

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