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Cont from Apiru Clue?

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Apiru Clue? 

Almost two and a half years since I last put thoughts to pixel on this matter and we can start to put together the evidence to prove my hypothesis that by looking as far forward as we can, we will eventually reach our past and the truth about who we are and what the affliction upon humanity really is.

As detailed in the little article above and as described in the “Babylonian Woe” we have a shadowy group in pre-history, phallus worshipping, driving dusty red donkey trains across the wastes.

From the Bisharee mines along the old silk route to Xian by land. From Arabia through Indus, through Siam to the land of Fu Xi and his I Ching. This is ancient and we are supposed to believe it is all lost in the mists of time. Well let’s get the forensic storytelling iCSi range finders into action.

What can we discern of the characteristics of this ancient “lost” bunch of travellers?

One clue is that the guards at Bisharee and the slaves shoved into the death holes were international. That is correct ancient Academi(Xe/Blackwater) secured the mines with heavy weaponry. The slaves were international from every corner of the ancient world and died on site. Someone transported them all there, guards and slave miners.

First characteristic then is a thirst for gold.

Second characteristic is a hatred of humanity, psychopathy and destruction.

Third characteristic is international logistics.

A little closer look at two points here.

Precious metals are always associated with slavery, death and secrecy. There is no way to separate these three factors. This is a religious practice, a ritualistic sacrifice disguised as the basis of international commerce. There was always a differential in appreciation of the value of silver and gold between East and West that kept the logistics trail profitable internationally. This thirst for the precious metals was the basis upon which the affliction, i.e. Homicidal Abrahamist mono Heathenism, spread over the world.

The question is; who is worshipping what?

International logistics. We are supposed to believe that there have been many “Dark ages” on this planet, not just in the west, floods, plagues, collapse of society. I will postulate that when ever any part of the planet was exhausted of precious metals, e.g.Western Roman Empire, the logistics trail simply contracted out of theatre and left the aboriginals to it, either redeploying or focussing on an already established penetration of a more recently targeted mark, i.e. after Rome fell India got it next, and never suffered any “Dark Age”.

One little quip is to note that in the well edited, redacted and fiction that is the comic book called the OLD TESTAMENT/TORAH, it is significant that the geezer who echoes down the censored millennia to us was told to build a large boat. You need large boats to transport the Nazi guards and soon to be dead slaves to the slaver gold mines. This reminds me of the fact that we are supposed to believe that the mysterious, no one seems to know anything about them, phekk off, Phoenicians simply disappeared after their ships, on secret missions, left the Mediterranean heading west. No one knows where they went!!!

Let us stop and summaries the characteristics of the activities identified so far.

International logistics, secrecy, precious metals, slavery, control of history. I will add one other that emerges from this list of traits, inbreeding, a corroralay of secrecy.

So back to our Apiru, what do we know about them?

They linked the cities of Mesopotamia, Uruk, Nineveh, Assur etc., taking whatever between the cities AND out with the state. We know that the temples were penetrated by an occulted driven collective who were determined to bring the state under monetary control. The use of the temple as cover for their attempt to bring all open systems, i.e. natural human commerce, into their closed system model whereby debt destroys the people and brings the people, penniless, captive under their iron control.

Were these secretive actors the Apiru, related to the Apiru or were the Apiru recruited to the cause?

TBC

Have you noticed everyone alive or dead, hates the yahwehist terrorists now?

Excepted the wielders of the wholly integrated, full spectrum, ancient weapon system secreted state, first divined in Babylon. The stewards of usury, for they are no muster, they are forever fearing servants diaspora’d in evil mission, who kill us, under license from their master. With all the false tokens ever created to remove those separated and abandoned weeds of freedom, agents of orange.

There are only two of us, those ignorant and those aware, the others who seek command of the darkness are foolishly seeking to co-opt the third. They issue from their faux fanny money machine a prophylactic to separate us from God. All the while blinding us with a golden shield and silvered onanist's mirror.

This idea that we are combating a New World Order is absurd. The ancient weapon system is structured through selfish, occulted, inbred, religious Lamarckian selection to reintegrate the old order globally, before they step off the plain this plane. Creeping slowly, generation after generation, across the pock marked gamete world, millennia after millennia. Reunifying through hidden ersatz finance. Remember that the trick is to exhaust you through work whilst importing stipend complaint replacements. Exhaust your leaders through war until everything is destroyed to start again, compliant.

Pleading for intercession from a thing which hates you is the most imbecilic mental disease that this weapon system allows you to indulge after displacement of your leaders. What ever was the reason that the prince’s of the church, living high on the hog, kept the lineage “Italian” until recently is clear now. Look at that semen drenched fuckhouse in Rome housed in money, as I mentioned before who would fuck the pope and get her knocked up, only in a piss taking semitic fuckhouse where no Italians lived. A Pole, A Nazi, An Argentinian!! Well the incontinent must have been secured in their opinion after they financed the death of hundreds of millions.

Only yahweists lived in “Italy”, only yahweists infested the seven hills, only yahweists collected all money in the north “Italian” city states. Only diseased yahweists stocked atheist communist Venice. All from the yahweist crapden of the Levant. Smuggled into Europe over hundreds and hundreds of years around the time of the geezer who went scrypto at the money changers. All self determited self fulfilling self loving hived mind.

This is a weapon of mass destruction funded to operate in every sphere of intercourse and human relationship until finally the world is ignorant. Taken from us by design, fiat the communist desire to atomise everyone and steal the wealth. Whilst underlying communitarian heathenism removes all of the newborn from this unifying toil. Look closely at the 3 yahweisms, all blood drenched, all death, all hatred, why? It is unified under one con game called money.

Homicidal confidence trick. Notice that for centuries the Babylonian scum suppressed the aboriginals here? Now it is all affirmative action telling everyone how fuckinggreat they are worthless, now the population is being replaced by drones. No one ever bigged up the poor people in this country 200 years ago, up until very recently it was STFU, comply and die, scum, but now they are gone, gunned down in designer conflict by the millions, the latest imports need massive support networks.

Whilst my ancestors died poor, starved, ignored, wretched, unloved. Lead pilled and terrorised by the state and the church. The purpled princes of Ba’al Hammon from Babylon.

WTFU God is free of this constrict of abrahamic fiction and evil.

Whiskey Yankee Zulu

Echo Foxtrot Growler

When I was a boy you would have gotten a good phukking booting in the balls if the idea of rationing energy via remote refrigeration shut down, had been mooted by you. I was warp driven and star bound, not stuck in the midden of the shit heap of animal framed toyed and farmed theft.

If you wander up to me today and mention space faring I’ll kick your phekkingfucking lid off.

Which bit of the stone aged multi 10,000 yeared and weather worned Lamarkian selection do you not get warned of?

As I described to my friends the creation of the second number, the number 3, they could not understand the topological metaphor that came before the yahweist shit, The killer  trangenderational godless heathen of so called religion. The subtle weapon system of thought as ripper. The interior minded hive of no thing but dead persons all over the world, as the systems get ready to deploy.

WTF do you not get? Have you seen the generations cleansed from Europe by a nonstop drive to reunite the world, we, the new born, once again, litter under the sun? And do you not see that the three so called great traditions of the psychopathic perversion are heathen, tailored to destroy like an unending contagion of death, humanity? WTF don’t you get? It is ancient and comes from the deep east, the Orient, the great archipelago.

Have you ever observed island chains?

WTF do you not get about the infinity, scribed into two, to make three?

We are in the nocturnal shadowed river, not the light, between two infinite incandesces. There is no boat man, Too is our burden to spark in the dark.

Heathen call.

Do you not realise that all is to nought here in the slaver blackened planet unless we wake TF up?

The heathen seek to reduce the horizon to no thing forever.

We are the line where heaven meets the sky.

Heads up, we are and never forget the incline they try to kill in our stilled remark.

Do you get it yet?

There is a heathen call, a Phukked D’Witzz Alarm., a claxon. The fools are now able to manage billions to death, their shatan has been training them in their perversion for thousands of years,

Heathen call!!!!!!!

The heathen are sparsed as never before they first were set sail as Noah. They are global net.

Inbred thieves of all and Phukked D’Witch. Thick and never seen unless in usury, luxury, forever cursed for they took then fired as bitches on the stage they do not know.

Heathen call. 

Anvil and Raspberri sklaar

Coulnd give a fuck about the source, they are theives in drag.

Have you heard her fall? The beat on our truth, the peen, the heavy weight delivered true. Cut the gasket, with ballpeen handed, milk carton will suffice, we can devise from nothing. We are masters of the forge.

Ever had to carry the iron? Ever? It weighs so much that one forgets the mass. Ever watched a creep at work? Ever ? He is all ears and does nothing, while those who toil noise.

The mass that is free weighed.

On the Commimterest that falls on all knowinged no buddy’s business, our private thought, where no money grows, our self. Free of transactioned tax and returditude.

Ultradute in the fire.

Can you hear, here?

If ever one wondered about the lack of my concentration , to camp my pitch to their well paid, ever over fed, lactose intolerant, allergied fat Phukked D’Witz, make no mistake, I have them ranged and shot fallen. No mistake.

The stinking pile of rent seeking lying in slothed ordure that offers a front for pirate activity and gangsterism, Leonist shit heap, Trotskyist turd dump, Marxist pig swill, faecal useless sewer to the opened latrine of the world. Cash stealing cesspool, has had its days.

How can no one know that all the scheming at Dimona was stolen from the Reichsprotektorate. 1933 to 1953 all theft and death. Apiru caravan driving, red filtching of other people. Off their corpses, slavery, death and so called commerce. Traffic in dearth. Dry goods rationing rational killers. Look at their lack of deeds and the billions of dead in the caravan’s wake. Their claim to art and ubiquity is a mask of their poverty, perverted utility and spineless brained idoled indolent cushioned pervert’s bed. Always in their backs never at work in the fields unless subsidised and tamponed.

Just look at the shithouse, depleted for ever around, unknown to themselves. False fictioned, engineered clownunts. Immigrants from no where, evacuated in vast numbers, despite the deaths they called and administered in the fiction of their deaths. What a shit house, where all the arse holes we elect, as debt, bend their divorcée knees. Bend over for pissover. The clowns cannot do anything other than consume, shit and fuck away our days, shitheaped and forever heathen. Sly. Lazy, sleekit killers of humanity. Self styled chosen fuckedwitzz of the eviloid falsed god.

God bless you all, all the Ulstermen, all the South Afrikaans men, all the royal English men, the Cannuks, the Yankeez, the strides of Andzuk, well met by the 51^st and the Welshmen.

OFM.

Too much walking and I tire in my weakness.

The hammer has struck, they have no fruit.

Heathen.

In the twine of our lives have my decryption of life.

We had chips, I vivified the last remaining non Chinese fish and chip bar here and returned to her joie de vivre, we enjoyed the simple odour and flavour, the salt and vinegar, no tomato, I left her to fill and then, selfishey, enjoyed the crisped remains of her remains, eyes to big for her belly. I was happy and left the wraps emptied.

How many years will it take to armour you, how many seasons to battle, so much shot peening to be done, to make you stand alone, invincible. Victorious, for that is how I named you. Alarmed and gentled in the fluidity of our quiet discerned, the love of the two who lay and brought you into this phase of non existence. How much care can be lavished, from both poles, unasked, unquestioned, given freely to you without debt, how many years until you catch fire?

Does the useless of this world not invite your mind to execute the perps?

My flame waxes and wanes, it gutters. How much time does it take to strike our flint? Your grandfather cleared mine fields in Korea, your grandmother suffered the poverty of life alone in Japan. Your grand father designed far flung ships, naval architect, and the one to whom you will honour and bear fruit, she scrubbed floors when younger than you, in love for you.

Where is your fuse to be lit and destroy the heathen?

Perhaps I ask too much, maybe I should shut up, forever to forget the endless lines of the slaves and poor who you, me, mummy-chan, the sires and bearers of our burden fought themselves, free, without aid nor prejudices.

Look at your empty hand and relate to me what you see. Show me your hardened main; let me place in your trusty palm the truth in this absurdity. Clear your view, observe the unseen enemy, descry the unlamented free fire zones. Keep to the deck, unchecked.

And fly into all the infiniite affection that is stored for you, awaiting uncorking on the topology where you will metamorphose.