A MIX OF INFORMATION AND OIL-THE NEED FOR TIMELY AND ACCURATE BUSINESS INFORMATION-FROM “CONTROL SWITCH ON”

Although Ryan never told me directly, I assume that his grandfather was part of the original organization for the offshore venture. Even giants can get their start by standing on the shoulders of other giants; and so, in this regard I presume Ryan got his start from his grandfather’s support. They each did exceedingly well and were able to turn the world’s oil spigots off and on at will to aid their ventures.

Once, I was able to meet and talk with one of Ryan’s offshore oil tanker pilots who was also sent to Mapleton for rehabilitation due to alcoholism. He was friendly with Ryan and they attended AA meetings together. Although tight-lipped about most of Ryan’s background, he did convey to me the broad control that Ryan’s offshore interests had over the world’s oil supply and
how they manipulated it. His accounts dovetailed well with the
stories that Ryan had originally told me.

Furthermore, this oil tanker pilot and Erika had attended an extremely important meeting in the early development of the enterprise. This also confirmed the story that Ryan had relayed to me previously about that meeting. At the meeting, a strategic discussion took place regarding where the organization was headed. It was Ryan’s strong contention, along
with Erika’s consent, that they needed to augment their core business with a new focus on information. Reasoning as a businessman, Ryan believed that they needed information more than anything else in order to make accurate and timely decisions. He was fond of saying, “If you don’t know where you’re going, you will end up somewhere else.” With that decision enacted, they poured their resources into the formation and financing of organizations to meet this goal.

This heralded in the information revolution that we see so
much of today, and their organization controls it.

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LOCUS OF CONTROL FOR THE SINGULARITY-LIKE OIL, SOMEONE CONTROLS IT-CONTROL SWITCH ON-FREE ENTIRE E-BOOK DOWNLOAD

Question from Ted R—–

Who Controls The Singularity, Ryan Moran’s Organization?

Answer from:  Ira

I can only speculate as to the amount of control Ryan’s organization exerts over Ray Kurzweil’s Singularity. As I no longer have direct access through Ryan, I can only extrapolate from the data base I had while he was alive. That being said, I am not sure anyone has “control” over the Singularity due to it’s size and unpredictable nature. After all, although Ryan’s organization is big, it does not have an unlimited amount of resources.  A better way of looking at this question may be to ask, “Who has influence over the Singularity?” Within this context I think Ryan’s organization is certainly the major influential player. I offer this excerpt from my book, CONTROL SWITCH ON, to give some clarity to this issue:

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Yes, there are satellites in space, supercomputers, surveillance
electronics, and similar technologies which countries use. But it
is Ryan’s organization that they ultimately contract with to produce
and maintain these systems. Have you ever thought about it?
What is the locus of their ultimate control? With the multitude of
computerized, technical components manufactured in a myriad of
countries around the globe, whose hand guides this process? This
dominance and control over manufactured intelligence materials
and resources gave Ryan substantial influence and control over the
intelligence communities worldwide, especially over his alma mater, the CIA.

This came to light when I had asked Ryan if the president of the
United States knew of his organization. He responded, “They know
we are there, but they are not sure what to make of it.” And when
I had next asked Ryan about his own side, his own allegiance when
he contracted with the CIA, he merely stated, “We are the most
powerful,” and left it at that.
I, too, decided to leave it at that, at least for now … except for
one last question. “Lucrative?” I asked, with an impish smile.
“What do you think?” was his enigmatic response.

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In my own personal dealings with Ryan, “influence” was used to manipulate my behavior. At a subtle and lower level of handling, I would be reminded that my older brother and my first cousins all had various levels of funding from the government upon which they based their livelihoods. They were all involved in scientific and/or medical research at one time or another. With the dictum of “publish or perish” based upon research grants, such comments by Ryan certainly had a tendency to refocus my mind in the direction he was going.

Likewise, but on a much larger scale, military, political, social, and economic pressures have a way of influencing the direction taken by research facilities globally. My belief is that although the Singularity may not be controlled due to it’s enormous of size, Ryan’s organization can significantly influence the direction it takes to meet their corporate needs.

 

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CIA MISSION DECLINED-WHY DID RYAN MORAN REFUSE THE MISSION TO ASSASSINATE SADDAM HUSSEIN? FROM “CONTROL SWITCH ON”

At one point, Ryan served as a member of a CIA group
of psychiatrists who wrote psychological reports on Saddam
Hussein. When I asked Ryan what he thought of the man, he put it
succinctly, saying, “He’s like the high school bully who campaigns
his way to the top becoming the class president, and then he decides
to take revenge upon his classmates.” Later in the war, we discussed
the rational of the war strategy. “War plans are very much like
business plans,” he explained to me. “The military planners have
hundreds of major plans just like corporations do. Goals, objectives,
strategies, action plans—there’s not much difference between the
two.” There was a plan from the CIA to assassinate Saddam
Hussein which was circulated among their three top guns for
review. All three told their supervisors that they would accept the
mission but only on one condition—that Ryan would go with
them. Ryan, however, told them no. I never asked him why, knowing
that his reason was private, his own business. Perhaps he thought
the plan would not work, or maybe he just sensed it was time for
him to step aside. What I do know is that shortly after scrapping
that plan came the US invasion of Iraq, and I can’t help but feel
quite sure that scraping the CIA mission to assassinate Hussein,
due to Ryan’s refusal to participate, was part of the calculation to
invade Iraq.

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TONGUE CANCER-”IF THE TONGUE GOES, I GO”-HOW IT CHANGED THE WORLD’S MOST POWERFUL MAN

I heard from Ryan again late that winter. Ryan and Jan were
visiting Scottsdale, Arizona. “Howdy,” he said. “I had some tooth
pain, so I stopped in to see a dentist here. He says that one of my
lymph nodes is enlarged.”
“Oh, Lord,” I said, trying to control my emotions, trying to
keep an even keel. I knew by the tone of his voice what he was
getting at. I had worked with too many patients in hospital cancer
wards, and their common denominator was cigarettes and alcohol.
“Now don’t get too far out into your future until you get it checked
out first, okay?” I advised.
“Yeah, I know. I’ll have a biopsy done when I get back to North
Carolina. There’s a doctor in Asheville who I see,” he replied.
“Okay,” I said, with an uneasy feeling. “Let me know what
happens.”
Before too long, bad news came over the phone. “Tongue
cancer,” Ryan said.
I felt numb as he shared with me the prognosis from his
physicians. I gave him support, saying, “We’ll fight this together.”
But the words fell short and sounded hollow. I already knew the
usual prognosis. All those years of drinking and smoking had at last
exacted their toll upon him, in a tragic and ugly form. Finally, he
ended the phone conversation saying, “Well, I’m telling ya, if the
tongue goes, I go.”
Like finding a four-leaf clover on a New York freeway, he could
not have been any luckier. They would not have to cut out his
tongue. Chemo and radiation were options for his grade of tumor,
but it would be a long and arduous slog to the end. We agreed that
I should keep working and not visit much because there would
probably be extra expenses that the insurance did not cover. I
picked up some extra hours of work to help with Ryan’s medical
expenses. Erika maintained her position of not forwarding any
monies in order to protect the legal status of the trust that was the
bedrock of Ryan’s corporations. So it began that Ryan started his
therapy of chemo and radiation with its associated pain and side
effects. The tongue, a delicate and sensitive organ that is so often
taken for granted, now became his central focus. He withdrew
into a protective boundary, keeping the rest of the world at bay as
is to be expected in a life-and-death struggle. I kept our calls to
a minimum, allowing him some space and privacy while only
visiting him once during this ordeal.
While staying in Asheville, North Carolina, we went together to
the cancer treatment clinic. I watched as he sat in an overstuffed chair
and received his intravenous medication, watching it flow into his
veins. I reflected on the many times that I had mixed such solutions
under the hood. Now it was personal, closer to home. He introduced
me to his oncologist, a woman in her late thirties who was well credentialed
and equally well-spoken. I do not know what role
Erika might have played in her selection if any. I wanted to call the
doctor into a back room for a discussion, explaining to her who
Ryan really was and letting her know why it was so important that
he received the best care. I quickly dropped this idea, knowing that
Ryan would be furious if he ever found out. He was not the type to
garner special favors for himself. Rather, he merely sat in the room
among the other patients taking his turn. Besides, how does one
explain Ryan to someone else without looking exceedingly strange
or delusional at best? In the end, I imagine that Ryan’s oncologist
simply knew him as one of her many patients, nothing more and
nothing less.

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MEDITATION PROTECTS YOU FROM YOUR OWN MIND-DO NOT EXPECT MACRO EFFECTS-FREE ENTIRE E-BOOK DOWNLOAD

“Stop here,” Ryan finally said.
I pulled the car onto the shoulder, turned it off, and looked at
him. Nudging me with the end of the rifle he said, “Get out.”
Opening the car door, I got out and looked around, noticing
nightfall descending over the town’s glimmering lights far below.
He pointed the rifle down toward a ravine just below us. “Walk,” he
ordered. I entered the ravine, crossing a downtrodden barbed-wire
fence as he followed about ten feet behind me, the rifle still aimed
at my back. We proceeded into the bottom of the ravine passing
tatters of windblown garbage from the nearby road. “Stop and turn
around!” he commanded, as we reached the bottom.
I knew this was the end. As I turned around I drew all of my
spiritual energy up to the top of my head, to my crown chakra, transcending
the thoughts and emotions swirling through my mind. All
around us, crickets chirped as the sweet scent of wild grasses rose
up into the night air. I merged within myself, watching the light of
my spiritual center vibrate and swirl about me. Its magical, glowing
dance formed a cocoon of light, protecting me. I felt only peace as I
calmly looked into Ryan’s blue-gray eyes as he aimed the rifle, held
me in its sights, and … pulled the trigger.
A molten blue ball ringed with orange flames erupted from
the end of the barrel with a reverberating bang. The muzzle blast
seemed to sail toward me in slow motion, until I felt the bullet whiz
past, mere inches from my head.
I just stood there, hands at my sides, not knowing what to do.
Ryan walked toward me angrily shouting something, but I
could not hear him due to the ringing in my ears. He grabbed me
by the scruff of my neck and shouted into my ear, “Don’t you disobey
an order from Erika ever again, understand?! The next time, I
won’t fuckin’ miss.”
“Okay! Okay!” I shouted back, as we started to walk back up
the hill to the car.
A few days later, Ryan told me that Erika was upset with me
because I didn’t get frightened when I should have been that night.
She wanted to know what was wrong with me.

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HOW IS PEACE SHAPED IN THE WORLD? THE ROLE OF RYAN MORAN’S ORGANIZATION-THE ROLE OF THE CONTROL SWITCH

Through his organization, he created and set into operation the
first template for a worldwide government as it successfully broke
away from control of the nation states. This was a control switch of
unprecedented proportions—nation’s governments are no longer in
ultimate control of world affairs; Ryan’s organization governs the
dynamics of national and global interests. Regardless of whether
you can see it or acknowledge it, this is the true role and stature that
his organization currently maintains. His organization’s role is for
shaping peace in the world.

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DEVELOPMENTAL LEVEL OF THE PK-SWITCH (PSI-CONTROL SWITCH)-HISTORICAL ACCOUNT OF IRA TELLER

Ryan momentarily looked about to make sure that no one else
was listening. “Those companies that Erika runs down south for me
on the island are now up to thirty-four divisions.
“Thirty-four!” I exclaimed, in amazement at how large his
corporate empire had grown. “Christ! Do you realize how big that
is? That’s double the size from when we first met!”
“Yeah,” he said, with a grin. “But that’s not all. Your Psi-control
Switch project is now at a divisional level.”
“What?” I exclaimed, while searching his face for any signs of
doubt. “You gotta be kidding? You mean it’s grown into the size of
a division?” I asked.
“That’s right,” he replied. “That’s now one of the biggest
projects around the world.”
“Wow!” I uttered, feeling totally caught off guard. “That’s
spectacular,” I added, still trying to take the news in. My mind was
numb. I tried to envision the Psi-control Switch project’s size and
importance to the world; it had been years since we last talked about
it. A division is one way to delineate the various aspects of an
organization’s whole enterprise under broad headings. For security
reasons, I have never known just how big a division is, but according
to Ryan, it is huge! Finally, I asked, “Any idea when I’ll get paid
out on that project?”
“Don’t know,” he replied. “It’s up to Erika now. She’s supposed
to convene a committee sometime in the future to figure out when
and how much. You know how she is; she has her own sense of
time.”
“Oh, great,” I moaned, “I’ll probably be dead by then.” We
each broke into a small laugh realizing that there may be a grain of
truth to what I had just said.

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OIL CONTROLLED THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION-HILLARY CLINTON WAS NOT EMBRACED BY TED KENNEDY-HISTORY RECOUNTED IN BOOK “CONTROL SWITCH ON”

Ryan had trained me well, and in the following years I knew
that the time for change was near. When I saw Ted Kennedy
embrace Barack Obama and not Hillary Clinton as his favorite
presidential candidate, it became clear—the button had been
pushed, the reset was on its way. Oh, how I wished that Ryan was
still around to see it. Then, knowing their ways, I watched the
political and economic processes unfold as if I had written the
screenplay myself. Nine months before the election, through the
actions of Ryan’s organization, there was a contrived oil shortage,
and the price of oil skyrocketed to new heights. Erika, now the
ultimate gatekeeper to the world’s energy supply, controlled the flow
of oil. Although oil is not the only means that she has to bring about
change, it certainly is one of the most efficient and effective. This
time, Erika implemented the shortage of oil, obeying Ryan’s
corporate mandate, as a means to prevent the next big war from
occurring. Her corporate analysis from years earlier forecasted the
coming of a long-term depression fostered by greed and a myopic
ideological view. A subsequent world war would metastasize from
its disastrous ruins, consuming the planet. Erika would not let this
happen. As if by magic, in the public’s view, there was a precipitous
drop in the price of oil just three months before the election. But
the shock waves had already coursed throughout the global economy,
rippling around the world. The financial buttresses that had
propped up a false economy were removed, and like a house of
cards, the top floors began to crumble. I watched as the markets
tumbled, and I felt the ubiquitous fear that their freefall generated.
As the markets came crashing down, people grew wide-eyed in
disbelief, watching their savings vanish, their businesses close, jobs
sublimate. Wondering just how bad the global economies might
ultimately be, people braced themselves for the inevitable bottom.
An economic abyss yawned, ready to swallow lifetimes of work
encompassing so many peoples’ dreams. But like a controlled reaction
Ryan’s people accomplished an economic reset, bringing us
back from the brink with a screeching halt just in the nick of time
from an otherwise certain economic disaster. Eventually a newer
and more resilient foundation would be built, paving the way to a
better future.

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CANCER IS IN REMISSION BUT STILL ON CELEXA AND ATIVAN-A TIME FOR CELEBRATION-BIOGRAPHICAL ACCOUNT OF RYAN MORAN

It was a cause for celebration. Ryan passed the one-year mark
and his cancer was in remission. At least one battle of the war was
won. He telephoned me to let me know how he was doing. “Oye,
Sheldon! I feel a lot better,” he told me, “and I even lost some
weight.”
“Now, you’re making me jealous,” I teased.
“Yeah, sure, it’s a great weight loss plan,” Ryan joked, and then
grew serious. “But listen, I still have a couple of problems. The doc
put me on antibiotics today for a respiratory infection that keeps
coming back, and I still feel depressed.”
“Yeah, you’ll probably have an infection for a while because of
the chemo,” I explained. “Say, how much Celexa are you on now?”
“Forty milligrams,” he replied.
“And the Ativan, are you still taking that for anxiety?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Tell your doctor that she can go up to sixty milligrams on the
Celexa with no problem. That should help with the depression,
okay?”
“Okay, I’ll let her know,” he replied, and then added, “Hey, I’d
like to pay you a visit in a few weeks, you know, like the old days.”
“Great! Like the old days!” I exclaimed. “I’ll look forward to
that. Besides, it’s been boring around here without you.”
“Yeah,” he laughed, “we’ll see if we can’t change that.”

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HOW THE CONTRIVED OIL SHORTAGE SAVED US FROM WW III-ERIKA IS NOW THE ULTIMATE GATEKEEPER OF THE WORLD’S OIL SUPPLY

Nine months before the election, through the
actions of Ryan’s organization, there was a contrived oil shortage,
and the price of oil skyrocketed to new heights. Erika, now the
ultimate gatekeeper to the world’s energy supply, controlled the flow
of oil. Although oil is not the only means that she has to bring about
change, it certainly is one of the most efficient and effective. This
time, Erika implemented the shortage of oil, obeying Ryan’s
corporate mandate, as a means to prevent the next big war from
occurring. Her corporate analysis from years earlier forecasted the
coming of a long-term depression fostered by greed and a myopic
ideological view. A subsequent world war would metastasize from
its disastrous ruins, consuming the planet. Erika would not let this
happen. As if by magic, in the public’s view, there was a precipitous
drop in the price of oil just three months before the election. But
the shockwaves had already coursed throughout the global economy,
rippling around the world. The financial buttresses that had
propped up a false economy were removed, and like a house of
cards, the top floors began to crumble. I watched as the markets
tumbled, and I felt the ubiquitous fear that their freefall generated.
As the markets came crashing down, people grew wide-eyed in
disbelief, watching their savings vanish, their businesses close, jobs
sublimate. Wondering just how bad the global economies might
ultimately be, people braced themselves for the inevitable bottom.
An economic abyss yawned, ready to swallow lifetimes of work
encompassing so many peoples’ dreams. But like a controlled reaction
Ryan’s people accomplished an economic reset, bringing us
back from the brink with a screeching halt just in the nick of time
from an otherwise certain economic disaster. Eventually a newer
and more resilient foundation would be built, paving the way to a
better future.
I will not paint a bright and sunny picture of what has happened.
People are still struggling economically, and there is much more left
to do to stabilize the economy. These types of changes take years to
accomplish. The economy is like a large oil tanker that needs to
change its direction—the tanker’s pilot plans miles in advance what
maneuver to make to bring about a smooth transition in its course.
That said, look around and see how the economic collapse and the
controlled landing that Ryan had orchestrated through his organization
compares to the crash of 1929-1939. “But, banks were not
insured back then. Therefore, peoples’ savings simply sublimated—
vanished!” you say. While that is true, other forces were at work
during this last economic crisis that would have generated equally
devastating effects on world economies—people would have been
jumping out of windows to their deaths as in the crash of 1929.
Yes, that was a crash, not a smooth landing like the one we just
had. It was a depression, not a recession, which meant there was no
economic growth for ten years. Back then, the unemployment rate
hovered at twenty-five percent, and it became a worldwide depression—
most of the world struggled to survive. This is where we were
recently heading had Ryan’s organization, with Erika at the helm,
not intervened. Finally, there were no nuclear weapons during the
Great Depression—the consequences today would be much more
horrific should a world war erupt. As we have learned over time,
there is no war to end all wars, and nuclear weapons could bring
about the annihilation of the planet as a whole.

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