PHEKKWITZ AHOY!!!!!!!!!

A RESTATEMENT OF PRINCIPLES.

2011-11-18T15:58:00.000-08:00

“I love the idea of living in a quietly cooling Godbothereing belief system. I like the fact that it has lost its fire to kill us all for believing in Irn Bru and Ginger Beer if we want to. I love the fact no one will come and drag you away to be phekked over by the religious police for being a Shandy drinker. No LPP driving small calibre frangible projectiles into your knee caps for having the unmitigated gall to suggest that cherryade might be pleasant to imbibe.

I like it’s slow, gentle, decline into the background, though with acknowledgement to it's acheivments.

What I do object to is some of our top ritualists in the foundations doing the devil’s work by trying to muscle in any other form of shamanic bollox ritual phekkwittery with rotating and counter rotating wank stators. Go and fuck yourselves you foundation boybitches. Clear.

I also don’t like the druids over a Goebbels Gobshite Towers getting us prepared for the NWO one world religion, which it isn’t, it is fukkery fakery. Keep it in the cattery kitty litter trays where it belongs you mongs.

GGT the ritualistic cabalist high priests of propaganda that get us in a once a year ceremony to worship them. License fee, you might as well leave some gold at the Oracle of Delphi. It’s the same con.

The GGT are just grooming our children to get ready for the idea of a one world religion. That however will be based on NOAHIDE traditions.

A Bronze Age hoax that infects our commercial and civil statutes already.

To infect our children with this retarded smoke and mirrors show is puking Tavistock Institute.

Do you want the Bronze Age? Like the idea of the Stone Age?

Then line up for the Club of Rome’s god bothering magik shaman show. A load of satanic arsespewed, filthspecked, bloodspattered, stinkvomiting sewage from a bunch of evil inbred slack chinned degenerate phukkwitz. “

Phukkin A.

Bring it on.

I am going to de-louse you in the fake fakirs’ tale.

Love them .

Or leave them.

Your choice.

As always your c hoice.

Can you face them down, no matter the softness of their pillows?

Your choice. Asshole.

Running the Stopped Non Entity Mile

2011-11-09T16:45:00.000-08:00

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I have asked before. Are we stopped?

The 2iC moment passed without further need to bite my tongue. What was it that had just intrigued my piqued hemisemidemi quivering thought stream? What had I almost released from my Bow, archered out with a certainty that there would be a request for rubber wallpaper and a “special” jacket to be delivered from Amazon.com? I’d connected, just then, two independent lines of thought that I’d been kicking around for a long, long while. In many ways it was the cutting of the cord, severing of the last mooring ropes that still held me tethered, as described partially in the previous post.

Perhaps there was a continuum between the human heart and mind and the realisation that we had been given eyes.

As a starting point for this outing to phekkwittery I have to state a couple of things that inform my musings. One; quantum theory is but a shadow of higher dimensional interactions. Relativity is bollox; it is put, along with quantum theory, in the Herd Attention Space by beautiful scientoccultific wankstators to limit our horizons, aspirations and ken within the boundaries of the wonderful golden parklands. For….

The fuel for all this chaos and chicanery is hOUR attention. Oh yes, it is our responsibility, though I will mitigate our culpability by explaining that we are unwittingly invited into this religioXriminal complek.

To start off trying to explain what I believe is going on here I invite you to consider what I said when explaining the role of wankstators and the concept of the Herd Attention Space.

What I didn’t make clear at that time TisQiWas that the HAS is a hypnotic state into which we have been selected for, Lamarck style, and the wonderful park in which the beautiful wankstators stand is an imaginary construct created by those who possess a Reduced Instruction Set Complex or psychopathic. The ReligioKriminalRats of DNA/RNA.

The dynamic sustaining the HAS is a never ending process, it expands and is driven by a religiociXriminal core stretching back thousands of years into the bowels of the temples in Mesopotamia, who seek to have us worship them through ritual and ceremony. The key part of this ritual is the peculiarly impecunious death of millions, regularly, and through this ceremony they select for the worshippers who will be allowed into the HAS and inhabit the beautiful parklands. Each parkland tuned to the harmonics of a particular dream state for the HAS prisoners. Encapsulating each gangrenous parkland the tuned wankstators will keep the empty minds bedazzled and the sterilized spirits suppressed so that aborted worship can continue for ever and ever Amun Hotep.

In the above discussion of wankstators I described, and in a later update, political wankstators. However filmed skin thin rainbowed bubbled bawbled wankstators are everywhere. Go on; list your favourite soap star, film star, pop star, artist, novelist, freedom fighter, business hero, chatterati, religiousinisinistra. Go on name me one in any sphere, in any of the parklands that the Affliction reigns over, that bucks the meme.

The colony is an instrument of Affliction projecting into human society with the ultimate aim of killing the variegated and diverse, reducing the target society to ruin and bringing the remainder into the parklands of the Reduced Instruction Set Criminacarnality. Where the beautiful wankstators rotate and reciprocate.

Or some such repeated again and again, over and over, ceremonial shit.

As I sipped my next Red cider and munched on my sushi I realised that I’d broken out of the parklands and escaped the mesmeric memeshine, ausearphart and kiMUSIKller.

iHAD evaded the iGREEN death squads.

Come with me?

Lamplighter.

2011-11-04T18:28:00.000-07:00

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I’ve seen the light struck and I’ll kick your fucking clock off.

Enjoy

Enjoy

Enjoy more.

Enjoyn or die.

Your choice as always .

Exercise your choice for once and stop stroking it.

Did the Watchers have any real choice in their approach to their problem? Part 2 of ?

2011-11-01T05:57:00.000-07:00

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For some time now I’ve been trying to get you to see the world as I think a banskter does, hence the constant reference to putting on the bankster goggles, firing up the babelbolloxphish or peering through the non-linears. If we can do that then we can start to slough off the rotten corpse that they have convinced us is our skin. Today I’m not going to ask anything of you, just sit back and relax, we are going to become feathered holy men, Shaman. Watchers.

The Watchers, what was their problem?

Put simply they faced the problem of rebuilding that which they had lost. A long, long time ago.

Why should I think this?

Well there is something stinking in the kingdom of archaeological research. You cannot dig holes in the ground without running head on into the interests of the geezers who have aborted our history and handed us a redacted sacred text of RISC as the given. Just try and get anything into academic circulation in the gulag known as USofA corp. that challenges the, by now fictitious, given of slowly wandering tribes from Kamchatka populating the land mass from Yukon to Tierra del Fuego. Despite the legends of the aboriginals giving clear indications that they’d been there a long, long while before the RISC decided to write their approved history for them after genocide.

In the previous outing here there was a short video about the place called Nabta Playa

“Mark Gaffney is author of Dimona the Third Temple? (1989), a study of Israel’s nuclear weapons program” The desert site contains incredible hidden geometry and astral knowledge at a time when we hadn’t yet discovered how to grow leeks, according to the RISC given. Kind of like at this place Puma Punku, apparently we are to believe that, long before humanity got round to organising a vegetable patch by the Euphrates, this lot self assembled.

Well I may bang a load of bollox onto these pixels but at least I don’t tell deliberate lies. If you were paying attention there in the last ten or so lines I’ve just dropped Tellinger’s Adam’s calendar, The Watchers and the Holocaust fiction on you all sleekit like. Did you notice?

So back to my mates the Watchers.

Their main dilemma was the question “What do we give them? Open or closed systems?”. That was their problem. I suspect from the scant evidence that we are not allowed to get our teeth into that the Watchers knew of the power of open systems thought, but opted for the closed systems given to our ancestors for two reasons.

One; control realized through debt.

Two; closed systems would get them to their desired place in human development in the shorter time frame. I.e. back to what they remembered was their society, or similar, before it all went bang.

In our stunted and stunned society we can still discern some of the rules that apply to this very simple world view. In an open system, man in nature, the closed system stimulates faster human development as the imperatives of given debt and given RISC religion drive groups outward over the surface of the uninhabited earth to destroy non believers. In a closed system, current human society for the past 100yerfs (yerf=year of serfdom), the open system promotes freer and faster intellectual human discovery.

If all that seems a tad nonsense and bollox then you are not thinking bankster. Humans, expendable. Closed System; an infinitely mutable simple tool to engineer the desired outcome.

In order to try an illustrate just how this works I will take you to one of my, current favourite crime scenes, a crime scene within the iCSI.

Germany 1933-45. H/T furtherglory.

The Nazi’s were given a license to operate, for a limited time, out with the closed system administered by Rothschild. The safety catches on their goons in the USSR being kept under twitchy finger. However Schacht was, like Soros now a day, given a patent.

Then the German’s broke free.

The weirdness that then erupted is best exemplified by the holocaust manufactured and expensively maintained mythos. At this point I will invoke Tsarion’s often quoted maxim.

The truth stands alone with no need of support or further elaboration.

Anything requiring a whole industry and legal sanction to make itself known is a massive fabrication and as usual with the RISC a complete onanistic ceremony. Millions died and there is no need to claim special bragging rights over the body count unless there is something to hide. With the Rothschild heathen there is always something to hide.

Just what was going on in that Buna complex? In so many accounts of the holohoax the Keystone coppery and down write taking the piss is rampant. The accusation that the Khazari commie Kapos were complicit in their wiping out of massive numbers of people is once again placed there to drag you off the scent.

When the SS sealed up the Reise complex they made sure that no one came out everything was demolished professionally. Just like WTC7. If you’ve read through that reverse engineering article you’ll know that the thesis is that the SS had nothing to do with the cover up demolition. So what is the cover up disguising?

Everything we’ve been handed as truth from the labour camps is thanks to a bunch of closed system RISC NOAHide compliant Khazari commie savages that couldn’t fight a war without massive subsidy from USofA corp. Do you think that anything related to human progress was ever going to come out of that heathen dump? Nazi Germany was an open system at peace until 1942 and the ruling party was told to mind its Ps&Qs otherwise it might have got turfed out due to voter unhappiness. Now don’t be getting all expectorant and thinking that your correspondent is goose stepping around the room draped in a swastika singing Spring Time for Hitler und Germanee. No, they were a gang of heathen killer clowns, but the ordinary German was not. What did the ordinary German punter do that was coveted by the Roth/Rock and more specifically the Roth, since I think that the Rock being a cadet branch didn’t fully understand what was going on in Europe?

Remember the main Rock technological output such as Essex class carriers, B29s, submarines and Marines was directed at Japan. Europe got old tech as part of the Bombline strategy. USofA corp. was backward. Deliberately so. Remember Tesla is applied open systems theory and he got shut down by the closed system administrators AKA the banksters. Only when the Germans handed the USofA corp. the IR fusing tech. could they light a big stick off at Trinity. And of course that then takes us into a whole load of made up history concerning the USofA corps’ technological prowess. Nah, it is a farmers' land with no history.

Have you ever wondered why it is a crime to ask questions about the holohoax in some countries, like Germany? Have you ever wondered why the Iron Curtain was hauled down, not to keep the poor NOAHide afflicted slobs in a Soviet paradise, but to make sure we didn’t get a whiff of what really went on the other side of the bombline before 1945 and afterwards once Eisenhower had allotted everyone their little piece of land to cover the crime scene.

If you know about Operation Paperclip then you will know we are supposed to have a sharp intake of breath and tut and shake our heads. Oh how could we? Treat with the nasties, we are verily sullied.

Well you will know about the exact same process occurring on the other side of the bombline when the Soviets hauled off a load of nasty guys and nasty gear to work on their secretive weapons projects.

What about the third movement of secret nasty scientists and technicians that I can see moving around and getting helped out of the crime scene into another secret research base before the iron curtain came down conveniently.

This is where we come to the crux of the matter that we can see again today. Everyone arguing about planes, no planes, everyone so clever about the thermite, controlled demolition, all the arguing about DEW or nukes. Same modus, everyone arguing about 6 million or 2 million or not, gas chambers or delousing, swimming pools, no swimming pools, extermination or labour.

No one asking what happened to the vast progress made by the Nazi open system when the closed systems shut it down in 1945 and why does Auschwitz look like a vast R&D centre safely hidden away from the bombline and waiting to be plucked by the Soviets? No one noticing that in the few years the open system operated the whole scientific and technological world was changed and most of the knowledge then hidden away under the care of the secret societies that commissioned the crime scene.

You see the reason we are shushed away from the subject is that hard at work in the R&D centres throughout the Reich protectorate complex were Rothschild’s East European pet Khazars, scientists and technicians who were diligent in their mission and couldn’t give a flying one who got gassed, machine gunned, neck shot or vaped from history in the surrounding military industrial complex.

They then left under refugee cover and ended up building this 10 years after they settled the pirate base. If you clocked the ref above about the book written referring to Dimona as the 3rd temple, then you’ll recognize the thought put out here that at some point plutonium replaced gold as the global currency.

Now that makes more sense and also explains a great deal about the intense MSM covering fire poured down on this whole holohoax subject since 1960 or so.

If you are with me so far you will have noticed that implicit, within that open/closed system tension, is the logical outcome for the disciples of the closed system to get wiped from the face of the world once they’ve served their common purpose.

Oh deary me, perps.

One last thing about open systems is the likelihood that the ChiComm slaver base has been granted just such a patent, so there is a technological dividend being sought from them by the Roth.

This reminds me of Ἀλέξανδρος ὁ Μέγας.

2011-10-30T19:03:00.000-07:00

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He visited a temperate ghost.

An oasis where once there were swamps and steppes.

So what were the drowning fools up to?

Enjoy.

Did the Watchers have any real choice in their approach to their problem? Part 1 of ?

2011-10-28T15:03:00.000-07:00

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Continued from 9/11 was not an inside job. The pantechnikon of reasons why. Part 11

As you know we are trying to approach, with a view to offering a solution, the only temporal problem worthy of our consideration. Why should everything in our lives be derived and determined from a simple set of instructions, handed over, to a bunch of backwards by a group, hidden, deliberately obscured, redacted in remembered time?

We hope to peer ever farther back until one day we may espy the geezers looking right back at us from 70,000 years ago.

So we will take this slowly and bit by bit. No more great splurges of wordy vomit. There is no particular scheme or order, so it will hit the pixels as and when I feel I’ve got a handle on whatever tidbit I get my teeth into.

To kick off let us have a little look at one of the things, the existence of which, I feel indicates that we are dealing with an elitist re-administered Ponzi scheme of vast antiquity.

“In that light, the present work seems to be a retelling of Jubilees, and it may be that we should consider it an example of "rewritten Bible," the interpretive phenomenon we encounter so often in the scrolls. Surviving fragments of 4Q227 relate to Jubilees 4:17-24, but give the material in a different order. Jubilees 4:18 reports that the angels taught Enoch the calendar, which seems to be the subject of our fray. 2, 1. 1. Jubilees 4:22 says that Enoch testified against the Watchers, or fallen angels, who had taken human wives and whose progeny were the Giants (Gen. 6:1-2; cf. text 33, The Book of Giants). Our author also relates this story, in 1. 4, and apparently goes on to connect it, under the influence of Jubilees 4:23., to the judgment of the entire world.
Frag. 2 i[ . . . E]noch, after we taught him 2[ . . . he was with the angels of God] six full jubilees 3[ . . . the la]nd, into the midst of the sons of man and he test)fied against them alI 4[ . . . ] and also against the watchers. And he wrote all [ . . . ] heaven and the ways of their hosts and [ho]ly ones 6[ . . . SO th]at the ri[ghteous ones] shall not commit error [ . . . ]”

Jubilee.

BableBolloxPhish-ON.

Long derelict. Within the geneticmemetic and systems emetic there is a correcting mechanism called the Jubilee. Since the contrived economic philosophy cannot do other than concentrate wealth upwards, impoverishing the 99%, those who described the magik to their practitioners instructed that there be a different way of administering, the still, corrupting system for the administrators of the scheme.

BBP-OFF

This simple pattern repeats throughout and in a more complex age might the Kondratiev be the manifestation of this given? For those, outwith the elitists' Jubilee, their experience is, emetic, designed depression and death.

No successful practitioner will ever challenge this given economic system once within. It is Pavlovian amnesiac.

If you and I can see this simple truth, why do you think that no seat of learning can ever explore these lines of enquiry now?

They are at it again.

2011-10-17T16:06:00.000-07:00

As I mentioned at belly the muppets were grooming us for a discrete period before they dropped the towers.

They’ve been at it again for a little while now. Though the real marker is the noncompliant oblongs.

I’ll hit the Anne Corens here; bring everything to a screeching halt; and answer your question? The question formed in your mind about 30 seconds ago. “WTF is the turney burney stuff, big things that go boom, and not yet spotted, all things mawashi, doing over here INCOMING!!!!!!!?”

Humour me; give me a bit of slack FFS! Am I not exclamationed? I’ll do my best to keep the following….oh bollox I cannot. The dropping of the twins means we’ll go hyperdimensional; again.

I suppose that it might be best at this juncture to restate just what it is that brought me out to this godforsaken ausphart.

Calderas and the bottle neck in human population mitochondrial mutation all connect in time and place here. Before the bang the human population was massive, after the bang the population globally might have numbered 10,000. Now that is a dark world in many ways. If you thought living in ancient Mycenae was lonely and dark, that the only way to travel was on the sacred waters by right of sacramental admiralty, so only the “special” people would ever visit you, then try and imagine being alive in the years after the kaboom all that time ago.

Dream the staggered big beasts of the eternal forest might eat you, the same beasts that the fascists at the earth worshippers today, like the NoahideUN and NazihideWWF, are so concerned we pander to rather than stop child sacrifice. When was the last time you saw a Panda Special Forces squad raid a voodoo ranch and save children? Did I miss something iGRÜNPIECE? Bush meat? Where? Londres? Laundered? Lourdes?

I always reckoned that the driving force behind the psychonaughts of civilisation was a given. Given by whom and why. As you know my current suspects are the root, Watchers, and their branches, Apiru. Original deep shelled fish and the other who manifest themselves currently as the selfish genetic memetic derived from Abraham’s technology induced phekkwittery.

Arthur C ‘s remark is valid, for all times and all places as far as doing a Derren Brown on the vulgar slobs is concerned.

If there were a small number of survivors after the bang, would they be of two groups? DialecticDialaDalek. The scum randomly distributed around the, then, economic co prosperity sphere and the slaver’s agents. Well the remnants of the slavers after the centre of administration got vaped, or dusted. A deep well of stewards.

Some societies are just eliminated from time and space; this lot could end up getting deliberately wiped out when the designer milspec rumble trundles through, others never disappear.

Degeneration.

Do you understand the Watchers problem?

The very, very Old today.

2011-10-13T13:03:00.000-07:00

Continued from Heathen Call.

One of the interesting facts about our, contiguous, given civilisation, that we are not supposed to look too closely at, is the establishment of cities. Who? Why? What are they really for? We don’t bother looking too closely at their origin, we take the given, again. What does a city consist of? Granary, temple, palace.

I’ll slip on the Babelbolloxphish and the non-linears for this little bit of a translation from the given history. My translation in CAPITALS.

“Better than barter

Money, one of the earliest and most significant inventions of civilization[NO. MONEY WAS NOT INVENTED BY US, IT PREDATES ALL INVENTIONS. IT IS A GIVEN], is essential to the development of trade[ONLY IF YOU BELIEF SO]. Without it there is only barter, a relationship between two people each of whom has something which the other wants.[RISC AT WORK HERE]

Money (which everybody wants)[ONLY THE TRUE BELIVER DOES, FOOL] provides an intermediary substance, enabling the seller to choose when and where he wishes to become a buyer.[NO CLOWN THE MARKET IS RIGGED AS ALWAYS, CHOICE IS DRIVEN OUT]

All primitive societies invest certain things with a special value[YOU SAID IT< ABRAHQURAMISTS] - particularly livestock[KAPOROS?], and items of rarity or beauty[GOLD?]. They are presented on ceremonial occasions such as weddings. The possession of large numbers of cattle or pigs is clear evidence of wealth and prestige.

But these objects are not money in our sense, capable of easy use in everyday transactions.

The most often quoted example of primitive money is shells - in Africa cowries and wampum in America. The small cowrie shell, deriving from the Maldive Islands in the Indian Ocean, is a treasured item in the civilizations of China and India from very early times. From India these attractive objects are carried along the trade routes to Africa. Similarly the American Indians use a small white cylindrical shell for ceremonial gifts, embroidered on to decorated belts or other ornaments. Europeans give the name ‘wampum’ to these precious items.[MONEY ONLY EXISTS IN THE MINDS OF THE AFFLICTED PHUKKD’WITZ]

Both wampum and cowries eventually become a market currency, in the conventional sense, but only after the arrival ofEuropeans. [TRADE IS A SACRAMENT]

The earliest currency used in commercial transactions appears in Egypt and Mesopotamia by the third millennium BC. It consists of gold bars which need to be weighed to establish their value each time they are exchanged[GO ON THEN SMART ASS TELL US WHERE THE UNIFIED SYSTEM OF WEIGHTS AND MEASURES CAME FROM]. Later they are supplemented by gold rings for smaller sums[EXACTLY THOUGH YOU NEVER KNEW IT WHEN WRITING THAT SENTENCE. DID YOU?]. In about 2500 BC an extensive trade, at Eblain modern Syria, is based on currency of this kind in silver and gold.

Gold rings and ornaments, which can be worn for safe keeping as well as display, approach the ideal of a portable currency[GATED COMMUNITIES?]. Many poor women in India today still wear their limited wealth in this way, even when working in the fields or on the roads.[NOT FOR MUCH LONGER NOW THAT THE ROTHSCHILDS HAVE COME TO MAKE THEM ALL UNALIVE AFTER ROBBING THEM]

Safe in the temple: 18th century BC[THAT IS BETTER SUNSHINE, CONCENTRATE ON THE LIE OF THE LAND]

Wealth compressed into the convenient form of gold brings one disadvantage. Unless well hidden or protected, it is easily stolen. [BY WHOM?}

In early civilizations a temple is considered the safest refuge[THAT’S WHY IT WAS THE FIRST PLACE THE HEATHEN HID AND TURNED]; it is a solid building, constantly attended[EVER HEARD OF SACRED SPACES AND THE OCCULT?], with a sacred character which itself may deter thieves[FEDERAL RESERVE, TREASURY AGENTS, COUNTERFEITERS STYLE? DO YOU THINK WE ARE THICH?]. In Egypt and Mesopotamia gold is deposited in temples for safe-keeping. But it lies idle there[NO IT DOES NOT. CONTERFEIT RECEIPTS IMEDIATELY CIRCULATE. THE LOGISTICS BEING PROVIDED BY THE DUSTY DONKEY DRIVERS], while others in the trading community or in government have desperate need of it. InBabylon at the time of Hammurabi, in the 18th century BC, there are records of loans made by the priests of the temple. The concept of banking has arrived.“ Source [YOU DON’T MENTION HIS RAILING AGAINST USURPATION, COUNTERFIETING AND THEFT THOUGH]

You’ll recognize these suspects “They include contracts between travelling salesmen, working the region with caravans of pack asses, and the merchants in the cities from whom they receive their goods;” Source [MY SUSPECTED PERPS. THE APIRU]

The last time we had a good close look at this subject I left us with the scenario of the Watcher’s having infiltrated the temple, that they had “chosen” a bunch of wanderers with a “revelation” and instructed them in the arts of stealing, lying, obfuscation, illusion and murder. Schooled in the weaknesses of the herd. Commissioned as their bagmen, logistics specialists, assassins, blackmailers and subversives, had sent them off on a global mission.

With that in mind I know you are thinking that this is a direct descendent of this, which would make sense. Same modus operadi, same talking bollox, same gangster mentality, same piss take and same lying bastards. I know you are thinking that this is a direct descendent of this, same murderous, humanity hating freaks and psychopaths, same gated community dwelling PhukkD’Witz. I know you are thinking that this is a direct descendent of this, same forked tongued, onanist, pleased with hisself, obtuse, deluded, lying, plagiarizing bastard.

I know you are thinking “Did the cock worshipping dusty donkey driving clowns inherit the Watcher’s patent?”. It doesn’t matter if the Watchers died out or still remain never to be discovered at the highest levels of the illumined fuckedwitz. I will say that one clue is the cockworshippers continued aping of their betters through so called religious and breeding practice.

Oh yes the Watchers still watch.

I know you are thinking “Why is it that in every and all cases of mass human misery we find the cockworshipping psychonaughts right at the centre of the action, enjoying the whole death spectacle. Like here. You thought I was going here didn’t you? Or you might have thought I was going here? However as always I end up here. Or here with the religioKriminal bankster funded heathen at play.

Well duh, that is their commission.

Anyway now that I’ve whetted your appetite I am finally going to ask one of those questions that have bugged me since I was a boy.

Just before that question though one more statement of principles for the keen eyed researcher. If you find yourself stalking through the long grass with a guide whose sole focus is trying to wake you up to the dangers of the cockworshippping fools then beware, you are highly likely to be following a bollox spouting cockworshipper.

So to the question.

Did the Watchers have any real choice in their approach to their problem?

“Oh FFS INCOMING!!!!!!! What the Hong Kong Phooey are you havering about now and just WTF has that got to do with the banking meltdown that is destroying my life today?”

If you’ve got your head round the idea of the original crime scene laid out here a year ago then you will not be surprised at my answer.

My answer, which I’ll be discussing here later, is EVERYTHING.

Just to tidy this little outburst up before we plunge further.

There is no such thing as anti-semitic, just anti-fuckedwitz and anti-heathen. I am 100% anti-PhukkD’Witz and anti-heathen.

There is a great fallacy in the economic paradigm as currently propagandized by our economic PhukkD’Witz practitioners. (I remember studying econometrics, what a bunch of dickless wonders, talk about equation envy. They really wanted to be applied physicists. Oh and Freud as usual with his projected smurphmuppetry was womb envious, the arsehole)

You do not “make a market”.

The market makes you.

What we have here, in clear sight, is alchemical sorcery.

How far can you run that nihilist run mile again?

2011-10-06T06:46:00.000-07:00

Although this started off as a fluffy second part to the original, several months ago, it has morphed, it has mixed and it is tinged with tincture of bathos.

All were seated at the dining table with the smell of one of my world renowned curries and Thai fragrant rice filling the room. I however, rattled after the proximity of a full blown 2iC, had legged it for the chiller to retrieve one, of my friend the secretive squirrel’s, favourites.

The girls could look after themselves, Chardonnay or Fitou. Your correspondent doesn’t match the wine to food; my favourite with a bit of dead cow is Sauterne, what a heathen!!! I don’t sniff and sip the stuff, all Goolden like, I clock the source. Chile, Australia, South Africa and their specificgravy, those are my favourites and I won’t change even though I’ve been briefed on the "terroir" factor by a charming Bulgarian wine expert. Oh yes there are good vineyards in Bulgaria, my mate’s family owns one long-time. Ok then, I will crawl over broken bottles for a Barolo. However your correspondent does make sure his bestest buddies and chums are well sorted on the cider front.

So I retrieved the chilled glass and poured my bushy tailed red buddy a Magners pear cider on ice. I checked on the fridge contents to make sure everything was kushty kool. Aspall’s Dry Grand Cru, Bulmers Red, more Magners, Thatchers medium sweet and on the floor, at the correct temperature, 2 flagons of Cripple Cock Farmyard Scrumpy. Loverly, hic.

I, being a peasant, pulled on another Bow. So off back to the food I toddled and as I wandered down the corridor I came to a bit of a realisation. We might be looking at this whole thing the wrong way round as usual. If you realise that we are having magic practiced upon us everyday, temporal magic, then one of the objectives of that magic is to keep us always barking up the wrong tree.

As I was saying last time I just narrowly avoided a 2iC moment, now it wasn’t the cider, it was the fact that we had all lost someone very close to us very recently. The get together was spontaneous, unplanned and there we all sat having lost one of husband, father, sister, close friend, uncle. One of us grieved for more than one very, very close to them. I reflected on why our loved ones had left us all behind, for it wasn’t as if they had disappeared, they had quite simply left us behind.

What if that egg head from Wien had been on the correct track and the sexual degenerate, met on the train platform in London by the Home secretary no less, I’ll bet his luggage was really, really heavy if you know what I mean, was as usual the screaming front man to take us off the scent. Cocks, fannies and balls all dressed up in an ology. Job creation for the lazy heathen, kind of like the porn industry, same heathen same objective. Just like that patent clerk, remind me to give you the proper heads up on patents one day, who has been responsible for keeping us in a scientific Reduced Instruction Set for a century now. All designed to keep us off the correct path. All paid for by the funny money religioKriminals. Why do you think you can get easy funding to set up a save the orchid campaign, start an industry that reduces children to gibbering idiots or a sanctuary and retreat for mounting horses. Shag a duck, fuck a mutt and rape a child, why not? You’ll get Soros funding and can swan around the world attending workshops on bovine and equine prophylacticmyarseology. Tax free. Why can you get as much funny money as you can handle to campaign for child sex slavery and yet it is impossible to get cash to save lives? Ooh I don’t think I need preach to the converted, you know.

Here we come to the crux of the matter. We are, as I’ve said before, living under sustained suppressing spiritual fire and these examples of the funny money weapon deployed, are there to keep our heads down. Once we realise this, the power held over us disappears and we then have very, very strange thoughts. I’ll let you into one of my strangest thoughts at the end of this load of cider induced swillery. I know you are going to dig it. So back to that evening then and the attempt to avert a 2iC.

That potassium rush, what if that is the 3D manifestation of a hyperdimensional change. A tiny bit of the universal soul is reaching through and completing the open system connection in life. What if the DMT flood is the return of that tiny bit of soul with the change, that is why it is a complex molecule, you have effected through your having lived? And you change the universal soul for very the next potassium rush.

So you can see why I clammed up, not just the fact that it might sound kooky, but to bring such a subject up at that time would not have helped. Mrs INCOMING!!!!!! had already told me that I had been a tad insensitive on a previous occasion. Me!! Insensitive!!

I was to be proven wrong for as the rest of the evening wore on and the moon rose, we started to reminisce about things relating to the after life. However I didn’t open my yapp about the potassium rush and the universal soul malarkey at all.

As usual, when yours truly rattles up a curry, everything had gone, scoffed. Naan bread, pupadoms, rice, curry, chutneys, diced tomato and onion, all vamoosed. Wine bottles well leathered and I’d had three further round trips to the chiller, so by the point everyone poured themselves into the comfy seats again, the secretive squirrel and I were on the Aspalls.

We all recalled things that we had experienced or had had related to us by those now recently gone which had been for them, not to put too fine a point on it, weird. Or just damned strange. Now I’ve touched on a lot of this stuff before. OoBE, ghosts and all that malarkey. I have always had time for the ordinary punter’s tale, like the guys in the sewers of York who clocked a load of legionaries wandering up the sewer. However they were only visible from the knee upwards. Once the relevant geezers had checked out the story, sure enough the old roman road course was followed by the sewer and that the long gone surface of the road was at such a level under the sewer base that only the body from the knees up of someone trying to walk on that road surface these days could be seen. The guff punted by the professional con men on the GGT and altMSM is in the main foundation sponsored bamboozletronic static, the window dressing for Zbig’s soulless technetronic oligarchic construct. We chatted about Robert’s OoBE, my colleague Mary’s NDE; both related elsewhere, the ghosts of dead family witnessed by youngsters. Not scary just witnessed. And all sorts of other things that only we could know.

I know you know where I’m going with this.

Could there be a point that the rest of us could, you me, the punters, the ordinary geezers, the non chosen, The Vulgar, could we access this universal soul? I’m not talking ayahuasca here. I’m talking act of will. I make it clear that we are not getting involved in the man of destiny and iron will that old one ball was goose stepping to. Quantum wave function collapse etc, Schrödinger’s cat bollox.

To try and give the answer to this I’m going to give some negative evidence. Remember this is purely temporal and we’ll keep the actors restricted to us for this discussion. Just us humans, no one and no thing else.

What are the two great advances in human behaviour that are to be made wide spread by the foundation front men, the pornographic barkers, doing the bidding of the mentalist heathenites sitting in the Big Room.

Infanticide. Two parts. Pre conception and post conception

Euthanasia. Two parts. Singular and group. Group has a direct feedback loop into Infanticide.

Now I can see you rolling your eyes and thinking that this is some sort of RISC religious nutter type typing these words.

No.

Just a Bowman.

Whatever the heathen bitchboys and boybitches of the goons in the Big Room are promoting is of interest to your correspondent for two reasons. One, it gives more detail as to all their origins. Two, what ever they want for us is inherently evil and it is up to us to reason why. Remember everything written here, until further notice, has nothing to do with God.

So you can see that should that weapons grade 2iC stuff have been released into the wild there would have been cider, wine and coffee flavoured showers of phlegm hitting the flock, well in my case the dappled wall paint. Best not go there. So I let my chums continue to yakk, I clammed up and pulled on a Bow and of course his nibs, the secretive squirrel, regaled us with tales of genocide in 1970s West Africa, the burning necklaced and beheaded black bodies lying all over the airport taxiways. Contrary to what the official history says, he was on the last never acknowledged aircraft out, the killing started long before the evacuation was finished.

Keeping my ears alert for stories about past realité I drifted into a bit of a parallel reverie.

“If the clowns don’t want us around” I mused. “If the clowns want to convince us with their Blavatsky Chicago Frankfurt Hollywood heathenist charabanc of misery that we are all alone, atomic and individuals in the heathen’s rigged market place, then why would the guys promoting all this crap be communist, Maoist, group think, hive minded, calving machine breeding muppets who never want for a warm bed or prestige? What is their gangster bankster racket? What could be going on with a man and a woman getting fecund and jiggy that they cannot stand? What was happening at conception they did not control?”

So back to the universal mind.

From the heathen’s perspective could a tiny little piece of the universal soul coming into our reality at the point of K rush be a bad thing for them? Hence a good thing for the universal soul and us, the non mentalist scrypto krypto worshipping shipping cargo cult savages of Ba’al Hammon? Could they fear, after monopolising the universal soul for thousands of years, the effects on it of our tiny little bit of it, changed, returning after a life of good, not evil? With more and more of us turning up on the planet could these religioKriminal fools face getting crowded out? Is that one of their fears?

If one looks at the massive effort they have expended in turning us to heathenry you must ask the question “Is it really all about having all the money and power?” Is that just the cover story, is the gold and gold related assets scam just that, a profound scam. I have asked this before.

Imagine you, the last human being, have all the gold in creation, a star gate and the elixir of life.

How rich are you?

The perspicacious reading here will be thinking bell curve. You will be thinking back to your stats courses and wondering on which bit of the curve you exist. Well to mix my hate spitting metaphors I’ll give you a clue. The heathen and the psychopathic minions are left side 6 sigma. That is the natural rate of their misshapen heathen souls getting corrupted from the universal soul.

However their mission is to increase their preponderance.

To do that they must reshape our reality to suit themselves and thus complete the feedback loop and corrupt the universal soul.

Down’s syndrome. Infanticide. Contraception. Euthanasia. Work that out from the heathen’s point of view now. Can you get it? So why go along with it?

Imagine if you can two control groups, remember the she wolf suckling Castor and Pollux legend, take ten small boys from a small English village circa 1700 and drop them into the Great Plains. Conversely take ten small boys from the Apache circa 1700 and drop them into Grantham. Would any of the boys thrive in their alien environment? I’m not talking Darwinian crap; I’m talking about something much more subtle and never noticed. Read this, I know, I know but their con requires partial disclosure for the complete obscure, and concentrate on the final circuit.

DNA quantum tunnelling, which if you’ve read my bollox at the other shop, is a hyperdimensional reality. I’ll keep it simple and take time as going on its merry linear way as we all understand it. If we take it as read that the DNA is encoding hyperdimensional information then the environment, traumatic or not (though I’m not going to chase this variable down at the moment), within which you are conceived will have influence in the characteristics displayed by generations to come, not from the gametes within your own foetus.

Zoh, can you imagine what the little boys would experience when wrenched from their place in time?

Those of you who get this adventure in the temporal will now be thinking World Grid and Mercury. I won’t ask you the obvious that might be rude, however I will ask you why do you believe the given shite you do?

So to leave you on a strange thought note.

You and I, certainly if you’ve read here regularly, know that the money creation power is black magic. We also know that it is non local. It does not matter who practices it where, the power is realised by their will. How about we two tap every bankster in sight, everyone of their bitchboys, everyone of their itchy boybitches, boyboys, bitchbitches and their uncertain rainbow eunuchs and give the patent to these guys for just one year?

One year only.

Forget jubilee.

Then remove it from existence as the heathen plan anyway.

Now that is a true moral dilemma that only a human being can resolve.

The heathen are not even fit for their own god’s evil purpose.

That’s enough for now. I didn't even get to the brain as hyperdimensional transmitter/receiver. Nothing to do with DIcke.

I’m off for a Bow. I think I deserve one.

More later.

Cya.

Hate.

2011-09-30T16:14:00.001-07:00

As those of you who supp here regularly know, there are a lot of unpleasant epithets bandied around by your correspondent. However since the other shop opened and started to opine I think you will agree that there has been a decrease in the vitriolic being heaved at the deserving and more honey applied to the wounds of the victims.

So we come to the examination of the quality of hate.

One little aside though. In everything that your correspondent regurgitates into this world always remember that the words are directed at the finite few who have been chosen to pollute our love. They alone have, in their hubris, been responsible for the death of everyone extant, extinguished and never yet borne, through their deliberate pollution of our spirit. We alone allow their action to be realised though.

Though they never knew it.

As an example I will simply state that those who spend any time in the business of politics, finance, economics, education or sociology, indeed any faculty, are worshipping at the altar of death. They are death occultists. All their effort and great work simply results in the death of millions everyday. For although I love listening to the guys like Maloney and Chapman, theirs is the abdication, if they do not realise that the pursuit of gold is one of the original commandments of the heathen initiates and results in nothing more than the pursuit of slavery in mineshafts, slavery that has consecrated for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. If these commentators do not realise this fact, then they are at least fools and at most agents of destruction.

Like a great black electro motive force resisting the achievement of their white hot heart’s desire, that noble end result for which they seek, they are the cause, their striving the energy feeding the fire, their life the death of all.

Can you imagine a society without money? I mean no money, no beads, no shells, no tokens, no knotchedknotted sticks, no gold, and no fiat paper. De nada. What would that society look like? Would their need be to differentiation in any sphere? Would the engineered differentiation of humanity have come to a halt? Is Darwinism a mere transient slave code, Adam Smith’s hidden hand operating in the genetic rigged market place?

As we all know there are no such things as market places, merely arenas for removal of limited token from circulation in order to make humanity strive into the unknown. Driven by gang masters into the half wetted oblivion. Into death.

Imagine a pure Darwinian Smith Malthusian closed system at work.

Each atomised actor being subject to abject lack of resources and the forced differentiation of options, including death, being the Bose/Einstein most likely option, all the while the money is being removed from the system by markets, toys and games. All winding down to dispersed entropy. Even the most rampant appetite dissolved. The end result is conformity and stasis for the supremacist. Background null mortar. You can be sure that anything that Darwin, Smith and assorted other foundation de rigististe pestle grinding muppets wrote on crème paper will be gathered together in one place and set alight. Their “truths” will have no more utility other than as fertiliser for the flora of Arcadia.

That is hate.

Reduced Instruction Set Communion

2011-09-27T04:07:00.000-07:00

Seen any assassinations recently?

Jachin and Boaz?

Great traumatic events, like a murder in the family. Or a massive engineered catastrophe, like the Irish famine. Or singular events like Pearl Harbour. These events are called into being by magikians because they have been instructed in the arts that allow the human spirit, being an actuality though immeasurable, to be affected/effected by the physical medium. A long, long time ago the schooling was carried out and the school of money alchemists carry the great work on today. The trick is never to allow the human beings to return the favour.

That would be disaster.

Disaster in ways that are deliberately hidden from us by the given religions and belief systems auto generated by the money worshippers. This is a genetically encoded memetic don’t’ forget. Very, very powerful magik.

“Oh bollox to that INCOMING!!!!!!!” I hear you muse “I am free and worship nothing”.

Yes, worshipping nothing through the credit card and weekly ritual and ceremony at the great big feeding trough. A feeding trough built like a cattle shed. The built environment mall. What a pall on the spirit of all humans.

However I have not got time for this crap. Those who cannot see the great livestock yards they inhabit never will.

The altar has been set for a great big wedding, a communion, again. Here are some thoughts on what might be happening.

Why do we keep getting traumatised?

The desired effect is the suppression of the human spirit. We are under suppressing spiritual fire. Constant and unceasing. Day after day, week after week, month after month the MSM and nonMSM bombard us with coverage of staged trauma. We are supposed to retreat in the face of this assault.

Why?

The goons that are creating this atmosphere want us cleared from the centre of the action. They are awaiting an occurrence and the air has to be cleared of human static. The human mind is non local and the initiates do not want anyone of the vulgar stumbling into what they are about to get up to.

What does non local mean?

I know I owe you guys the second part of my cider swilling musings from a long time back, I haven’t forgotten, you’ll get it, and if you’ve read today at the other shop you’ll know why the Canadians were burped into that evening. I am going to cheat though and draw a little of it here in brief.

If you read at the K rush and the omega moment you’ll know that when we arrive here there is a potassium storm around the fertilised ovum. When we leave this place our body is flushed with DMT. I’ve always been fascinated by metals, the hyper dimensional discussion I postulated about gold and diffraction gratings should have clued you in on that. So a metal rush as we beget. A complex molecule as we leave. That intrigues.

The hyperdimensional, called quantum tunnelling, properties of DNA also give pause.

If as Jung postulated there is a universal human soul, how part of it enters the foetus and what happens when it leaves your corpse is a question that leads one to speculate about feed back mechanisms and group expression.

So as I’ve mentioned before, and bearing in mind we live in a human construct where our every action and thought is designed to reinforce the weapons system‘s benefits to it sponsors, everything we do needs to be questioned. We need to ask ourselves "Why am I doing this?" Is there a feedback mechanism being harvested to my detriment that I’m not aware of? Now at this stage I’ll bet your thinking DeLooze again, well not quite. As I’ve made it clear this is a temporal discussion, we are dealing with physical reality, human beings not spiritual.

Infanticide would be a prime example of what I’m getting at here. An industrial process that has everyone worried about their rights and never noticing that the death camps are ethical and not moral. Qui bono?

This so called financial system that has stolen our very lives is another prime example of our abdication from morality seeking the false safety of an ethical system which will rob most excellently. The system has now been rolled out globally and riding on the back of the investment is complete control of the Herd’s Attention Space. Qui bono?

Bankster goggles on.

Looked at in a certain way the current destruction of the world’s economy is another drill, of the type Tarpley so loves to document. The scum are practicing command and control techniques over things that do not exist. “WTF are you on about now INCOMING!!!!!!!?” I hear you groan.

Well I have mentioned my suspicion that under the guise of High Frequency Trading there is a black box that messes with time. I mean really phekks it over and so we aren’t suppose to raise an eyebrow when a Russki operating out of Germany tries to half inch Goldman Sucks gear. No MSM outrage when Sucks actually describes its proprietary tech. as being a hyper front running operation. All is schtum. Why do I think this?

If you gaze a Maxwell’s original equations, before they got butchered, and read around what the lad was saying one comes to the inescapable conclusion that there are more dimensions at work in day to day reality than one would care to notice. Though James I must ask “Why limit yourself to 4”. This isn’t just airfairey nonsense. If you read about the mysterious Gabriel Kron and his concepts for large electrical machines you’ll also see concepts of additional dimensions at work. Hunting within these large systems of electrical machines was a recognised problem and GK provided the intellectual tools to deal with these engineering problems.

OK as I’ve mentioned before a long, long while ago my mate Tim and I used to tramp Trent Park wondering why the type of physics that Tesla espoused was most evident, not in modern science, but in modern finance. Well now we know. If you’ve listened to Max Keiser this week you’ll hear him discussing the hundreds of trillions of derivatives that still need unwinding. Think of these derivatives as existing in a separate dimension. These bankster clowns are dry running their control concepts in unreality.

So we are going to get the concepts applied to us soon enough. That’s what all the 2012, Elenin, Vieja predictive bollox is all about. I also reckon that things like JFK, Beslan, 7/7, Abu Ghraib et al are the warm up acts. It is also why there are licensed court jesters out here keeping us in a state of terror, Jones, Rense etc.

I could be wrong, my mate the secretive squirrel tends towards the fuck up model of history, “There are no conspiracies INCOMING!!!!!!!, just one balls up after another”. Fair enough, however we are dealing with clowns who think themselves gods. Clowns that have been up to this stuff for thousands of years unceasingly.

They were given the instrument known as banking to carry out a sacred communion, reunite humanity under the black sun.

Of course there is a conspiracy. It is all they ever do.

There are certain constants in this world. No fool, any physical constant is an illusion and I have explained all this before, the constants are numerical and are of two types. Male and female. They affect the human condition through sacred ritual carried out upon us. These spiritual adepts are numbers men and they are constant.

If one looks at the numbers involved in today’s financial fiasco, again Tarpley and Keiser have banged on about this many times, the global GDP is say 60trillions, the financial instruments of mass destruction are conservatively 1 quadrillion. Now look at what is happening the “money” that resides in the 4th dimension, as Kron and Maxwell would recognise it, is driving behaviour in the “real” 3 dimensional economy. That is magic!

It gets better though. Once the behaviour of the Herd is fashioned just so, another massive designer trauma, like a world war, is used to affect the human 4th dimension, where Jung’s universal soul might reside. Then mankind is refashioned. That is alchemy!

We might be shitting ourselves but the guys in the big house, smoking huge cigars, drinking fine wines and eating their fill of sweet meats, are happy and contented.

If you’ve got your head round this idea then you will know that there is nothing to be done in groups, that is what they count on, only the individual can save themselves and humanity.

BTW I hope any Trans humanist here has been reading real carefully, you Muppets. Want to breed heathen psychopaths do you?

Ba’al Hammon loves you long time.

Into the flames.

Abdication?

2011-09-26T09:40:00.001-07:00

When the dust had settled we were at war.

Is it the function of so called democracies to behave as Paladin? Is that one of the secrets? One can boo and hiss at the bad guys, cheer the cherio and chertrix but one just scratches the knoddle at the otherworldly geezertrix who does not know what is really going on.

Are we bulletproof?

God knows the times we’ve been wiped out and yet still we remain.

As everything was being put in place we had our attention stolen by abdication, cremation and coronation. After the gunfire and sniper has ceased, one abandoned and betrayed our natural allies, whether Cossack or Karen, whilst bewitched by elections and the greater society. Society which does not exist, proferred by a hand which does not sustain or nourish.

Today we have coronation and abdication. We have energy companies rationing out lives, telling us we can save money. They cannot save money, which is against their law, they make us pay more for less and so not destroy their modus. Any director of any corporate who saves us money goes to the gulag. Having our interests at heart? It is high treason. The most brain washed corpus in this world is the business class. They have no idea about anything and yet everything is to be administered through them. They see as serfs and live as heathen. We live as serfs and are to see as heathen. MBA. Marxist Business Administrator.

They are 13th century Anno Domini. We are 21st century fools.

So who is going to get abandoned and betrayed this time? Who is not going to get the silver? Who has been kissing a friend? Whip has called their name and abdicated? It could be both of us this time.

Haven’t you worked out what fucking is for? Have you been screwed too much to rest and reflect?

Always remember that what ever we see is what we are to see. We are satiated in the cheap pews always.

Get up and walk.

Walk to peace, to the pain of peace.

Paladin.

Abdication

2011-09-25T17:12:00.000-07:00

However before that.

Enjoy

Do you really think that TPTB know what is going on?

2011-09-24T18:51:00.000-07:00

Do you?

They are alone, as island.

Those clowns stick their fingers in the aether and guess, at nothing.

No kidding.

So let us phukk them up.

We have all the power.

Really phukk them up.

Enjoy the Nazi.

How lucky we are.

2011-09-24T18:16:00.000-07:00

Never doubt.

Live and live.

We know were the noughts .

Enjoy.

Heads up.

Reduced Instruction Set Consciousness

2011-09-18T01:59:00.000-07:00

(As you know the old barge got torpedoed and went under the briny, not before we salvaged the hold full of gold though. So until I’ve sifted through the wreckage and hammered the stuff I was going to put out here back together again, no matter how tardy, here’s a little something that I was musing over the past 6 or 7 weeks whilst not swimming the Thames.)

Those of you who have read here will know that I like to bandy around the FLA RISC. RISC, as you may have discerned, is in my lexicon a derogatory epithet, nay nugget.

To totally get your heads round the idea of RISC as applied to the heathen’s belief systems, indeed the systems that are the required default setting for inclusion in the heathen’s NWO I give you the following.

“Render unto the Geezer that which is the Geezer’s”

If you get that then you are free of all RISC. If you don’t, and I’ll wager any paid up member of the 3 main RISC systems won’t, then you will not get any of that which follows here, since it is in the main not temporal.

A special note to atheists here, you are a specially entrapped RRISC subset of the three main heathen systems. You muppets. That observation comes from one who has been IDed by his nearest and dearest as an atheist. BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA, so much for the company of fools.

Recently my ChiComm buddy and I were discussing the fascist/Nazi/commie slaver heathen state’s health system. I was surprised to find that it was not as one would expect from the official title of the slaver dump, People’s Republic of China. From what I gather the prototype for the NWO simply rations healthcare by the size of your wallet. A more exact title for the prison camp would be the Child Killer Republic of China, for there seems to be no rationing applied when it comes to the slaughter of innocents. Except on the occasion of one being part of an officially approved and tagged minority. Then you can breed like rabbits, until you are declassified of course. Their NHS equivalent is a killing machine. Now don’t be getting all snikkery UKplc. Now that the purpose of the UKplc NHS, free healthcare, paid for by the natives, for the prioritised use of recently arrived killer muppets from Europe, is no longer needed its true colours will be revealed. Why do you think euthanasia is getting so much airplay in UKplc recently and why is it that maternity units are such a dump? Go on then, do you want me to draw you spirals of rising smoke or something?

Whilst we are on the subject of the slaving dump, UN favourite, Maurice Strong’s hidey-hole and Soros’ favourite Nazi state, no wonder homicidal maniac Soros feels at home there, the CKRC. My secret squirrel buddy holidayed there this summer and had some interesting observations to make. My favourite anecdote was when he witnessed his tour guide almost getting the shit kicked out of her when she remonstrated, after an ATM failure to deliver the promised sponds, with a bank manager out there!! That got me to thinking about the crap that GE peddles big time all inspired by the need to get magnetic fusing to work far more reliably on AAA. Deming took the ideas to Japan and of course the result is the marvellous products streaming from the factories out that way these days. BTW it may be that they are a bit too magnificent for the clowns that are RISC peddlers.

As I mentioned a while back, about 15 years ago I had a beer or two with a guy who put me straight on the type of society or economy that we lived in. I thought we were in the knowledge age; however what we are really in is the attention age. So what would come after the attention age, what comes after decades of Xfarter and BigMuppet?

The belief age. Again.

Remember what that light weight war criminal Blair was always going on about?

If the ChiComm banker could get himself all brain washed like the slaves to be found in the reindustrialised, post industrial, post information, post knowledge, post attention slave age of the new belief systems and their rabid counterparts in the free fire zones of the world, then perhaps he’d be less stressed and happier.

Happy like the 6 Sigma’d, self actuating slaves that inhabit the hospitality world of the UKplc.

Imagine meeting and greeting 1 million people over your lifetime as a hotel receptionist, if you are lucky to have an organisation lasts that long to employ you casually, and only 3.4 of those you meet are allowed to be unhappy with your performance. Every twitch, glance, breath and fart is monitored and mirrored. Every second of every hour scrutinised for the slightest imperfection.

In that time as an employee of that organisation, what are you going to meet in your day to day work life? Well one wrong move and you are in the gutter. This is UKplc don’t forget. And since we are in UKplc we might as well have you working in the RCE/LC. Already I’ve stacked the odds against you. For you are now going to be knee deep in mentally deranged murderers, criminals and psychopaths and their mating partners. All dressed up in the best Armani of course

“Outstanding reality TV host”; Got it yet?

Avops, you OK buddy?

2011-07-18T15:27:00.000-07:00

Your shop has shut.

What gives?

Precipitate

2011-06-03T05:43:00.000-07:00

I know that you loyal abusers of the substance pumped out here from the dead poppy heads were expecting more cider swilling malarkey, it is written in its essentials but awaits its time, and I had intended tidying up a few loose ends first, that isn’t finished, not because of what I want to say but because I’m being careful of what I do not want to say. That one is proving the most difficult cultic thing to pin down.

However one of my faves heaved into view. He rambles and touches on a great many things that will be drivelling out here shortly. So I thought you might like to listen.

Two points.

Firstly I do not trust the source. They seem like a conduit through which the dissemblers are kept in shoe leather. When one looks through their back catalogue one is struck by the number of numpties and well fed muppets that are kept breathing in an otherwise hostile world. I mean do me a favour. How come no weird UFO manifestation of anything ever turns up when the TSA goons are molesting you?

Secondly, if I may critique Andrew, there is no such thing as infinity. Always with the infinity do the controllers mash our brains. Like zero, infinity is a mathematical concept used to engineer our stasis. Got that? Useful in Engineering us into mute obedience. If one has a quick swaatch at Zeno’s paradox you’ll get the idea.

Get back to reality. There is no zero just empty and there is no infinity just unlimited, unending and unbound.

All measured by the human heart.

Go on, feel it.

One can have unending love for someone and yet it is all bounded in our limited heart.

So keeping with the spririt of the moment I hope you enjoyed some of my favourite art form. You will notice that the Babylonians in Hollyweird have had to pirate these techniques over the past two decades as even the stultified masses over in USofA corp had noticed what utter garbage and an assault on the human spirit they were pumping out of their so called animation artists. You got that? Striving for infinite return with their funny money tabulations and accountancy magikians, they revealed themselves as pure heathen.

Look around, the time is not yet, we are surrounded by the heathen weeds. We allow ourselves to be as fallow fields and exist between the flame fronts, like water meadows we will soon blossom and overshadow the heathen if we stop giving credence to their shambling lies.

If, and I mean this is a big if, there was no funny money there would not be close to 1 billion human beings on the planet. It is only because of the funny money that there will soon be 10 billions of us.Got that? The funny money brings human beings into existence. Do you comprehend the significance of that? Magik. Zero and infinity. Engineering. If they wanted to kill us all they’d have done it by now. They are looking for something in us. They need billions and billions of us. They created all of us using the funny money. Stop thinking of zeros and infinites. Zeros and infinites do not exist, that is why we are in such terrible trouble.

Only we exist.

Heart, mind and witness.

That is also related to the forthcoming musings here, tsk tsk.

Enjoy.

2011-03-06T17:44:00.000-08:00

How far can you run a mile?

2011-03-04T15:55:00.000-08:00

Last weekend some mates came round for a mini swilling session, well actually my daughter contrived for her bestest mate to be brought round by her parents so we fed the lot. No difficulty there I just arranged for a fine selection of ciders to be at hand for my buddy the secretive squirrel. Before feeding our faces, in the first part of the evening we all got round to a bit of a chin wag.

I cannot remember how we got there but this is the conversation I’ve been mulling since.

The first part were words said, the second part were things I didn’t lay on them since they’d already shown signs of a 2iC moment coming up pronto on the blind side.

That second part is for you to suffer!

As we headed into the red apple cider, after a couple of pear ciders, I remember my swilling mate remarked to us that because of the full body scanners R&D process something weird had been discovered about the percentage of human beings playing without half a full deck. Or even less.

Well that got our attention. He said that although not unknown, and he mentioned a particular genetic condition where this is manifest, the really surprising number of people who have a small brain within their…aaahhhh I remember how it all started now.

He’d asked us about what are the two defining characteristics that separate us from the great apes. This was after we’d discussed how painful it was to land on your coccyx. I had wondered if the Canadian researcher who is trying to switch on chicken tails to regenerate dinosaurs, the Jurassic Park method being passe etc, would be successful. I mean do you want a genetically tampered with chicken, with a tail, that might turn into a velociraptor?

Anyway. Opposable thumbs we got. I was waiting for an ability to hold our breaths under water. No; instead we got heavy muscling on the jaws which meant that great apes have more head volume handed over to muscle and lucky old us got the brain occupying that corresponding space.

Now I‘m reading something at the moment with which I could compare his statement and decided to mull rather than say anything further. Anyway he was on a roll. So I piped up with the underwater bit which suggested, as far as I could make out, that instead of coming down out of the trees at some point in the distant past we must have come out of the “water”.

Now we’d got to that point because I’m sure the putative chicken footering confirmed some of the suspected facets of the overall wierdness that is the scientific smoke screen, to our prejudices and educated guesses.

Anyway a small percentage of us are operating with a smaller brainiac mass and the scanner tech guys realised that there were a lot more of us than thought running around quite happily with a tiny grey mass. The really freeky thing though was that when these guys were checked out they were not what you’d expect. They reflected the general population in terms of professions and qualifications. Lawyers, academics, carpenters, footballers etc. Just like the rest of humanity.

Again no probs there. I quipped that it wasn’t unknown for trauma to cause massive brain mass loss and yet the person to continue to function. I can think of one Vietnam vet who has a head full of epoxy and continued to get on with life as a correspondent.

I know of maths grads who, naturally, have such a small mass of frontal lobes that they are classified as subnormal.

Well as we headed into the Magners again he remarked that after the tech guys had mentioned this fact there had been other research types who’d gone further and wired up the persons of interest. Instead of one small part of the whole brain lighting up as in normal persons when tasks are completed like listening or speech, in the cases of the guys with the small brain mass the brain lit up completely.

Well yours truly thought that it might be time to broach a little mentioned topic of conversation which was brought to mind by the presence of another guest there that night. The last time I’d seen her and her husband together Robert had talked about the strange out of body experience he’d had a long, long time ago.

It was also spurred by some of the things I’ve parked out here with you guys in the past.

I related the stories that had been circulating about OOB experiences. Not just that but also about people who had acquired talents, after heart transplant surgery, that they had never displayed before the procedure.

I speculated that there would seem to be a little understood fundamental connection between the human heart and human brain. I stopped there. I hadn’t seen the Arthur Scargill 2iC moment sweeping up yet though!

Now that of course chimed with the ladies present, as I knew it would. Many we knew this time last year are gone now.

I proferred my squirrel friend another Magners pear cider. I cracked open a Bow.

I know, I know. Those of you reading here regularly can see the warning signs. I was there and didn’t.

My squirrel buddy sat back and I hit the gas. I took it a little stage further, I thought, and stated that perhaps there is an inseparable link between the human heart and the human mind, that there is no need to explore the physical human brain to find the human mind.

I was thinking of the Tavistokian goons and the Nazi and Commie butchers who poked around in the brain cavities of the poor slobs that they imprisoned in their barbaric clutches. All the wierdos that infested Canadian research in this area.

They had no idea why I suddenly said “It is always the Canadians isn’t it?”

Followed by “What about if the human mind does not reside in the brain? What about if the brain is an antenna of sorts? An antenna connected to an equivalent of Jung’s…..”

That’s when I heard it. There was a massive phekking great big 2iC moment screeching and heaving into view.

“Shall we sit at the table? I think dinner is ready” Just got me out of it in time.

The unspoken second part of the conversation I’ll have with you lot.

TBC

Gigits...

2011-02-13T17:05:00.000-08:00

..you fucker.

Where the fuck are the cartoons ripping the shit out of the ripened fields of fools?

Where are you?

As the candle gutters

2011-02-12T17:19:00.000-08:00

Engines of Death.

How much mass of us can wax aware of our mass?

Do we wain’ like great cart, slow and …..dead.

How big a tobacco pouch can your imaginery pan-drug running, Jew selling- son sell you from the iGREEN death camps?

You know the tobacco pouches , don’t you?

KAPO.

Made from Djinn afflicted scrotums and strung to a high pitched screech by their foreskins, on a cat gut strung screemolin brick lined kiln’d gassed and environmentalist feindly killer approved supplier of Nimrud malarky?

Non tobacco Tobago slave runners who fuckin’ hate the Egyptian Sluice Kanal.

Kalliff’d; you have been subject to ponazi pestilience. Have you? Not much.

Your bones are picked and your dreams of bliss have ablated. If you hoped to die in the quite of your own, forget it.

In the silenced night all was robed in ceremonial plunder. A plumb line to murder.

The violence remained

The organic chalice unfilled.

Then fulfilled quanta progeny.

The Rayleigh instability stasis static.

If you really understand, that blinded sincereseer, then.

Wander in the world as if you had halted and hatered.

Steed.

Archon.

What is it you see’d?

The Afflicted.

They come to bind.

Untold nonlocal autocausal defend the common from?

We unstitch their time.

Nam Shub

Can U shit diamonds 2?

2011-02-08T08:48:00.000-08:00

You and me we’d stick something valuable up our arses, not the phantascists. Oh no they are so caught up in the unreality of their fables they actually believe their own crap!!!

The chief fantacistphascist thinks he’s cast his spell.

Nah!!!

It is the same fecal fascist matter that was installed in Rome. Believe and genuflect. Do not argue scum!! No wonder Rome’s semitici princes wear skull caps and a Nazi is installed now!!!.

The Afflicted at work. Deconstructed.

H/T Akira

Have we been placed in a prison or secured in a safe or freed in a lifeboat?

2011-02-06T19:00:00.000-08:00

Inevitably we’ve arrived at a question.

What question?

Well allow me a little fore play.

It should be obvious by now that it isn’t the hermit and hermetically memed so-called jew RCE phukkers, Camel shagging pikeys, road warrior Jesuits or any mixture of Aetheistic armoured psychopaths or delusional affliction aborted killers that is our problem at the helm.

It isn’t the circumscribed circumcised and soon to be excised, exorcised chosen fools or the RISC Sabbateans and the most evil men in the world, the witches at their brew ‘n’ stew, the bush meat traffickers and assorted charabanged slavers that we should be targetting our keenest attention on. Their pantechnikon of distractional flavourings and spreads is enough to exhasust Xeno. Infinite and yet RISC’d.

It is not the manned womanned thing that weighs it’s shadow in peripheral shallow gold. It isn’t the delight of our foolish whim. It isn’t the dealers of death from Babylon’s false Khazar or the London scrapped U235 merchants.

These slobs are weak. That is why they flock like so much violent poultry. They are beginners at the cock fight we are forced to face down in our terminal decline from grace.

They no longer exist to us.

Thethe have surrendered.

Though I admit the whole lot love fucking us over and killing, killing, killing, killing……… over and over and over and over and over….non-stop, 24/7 and they cannot wait to start again. They hate everyone that is not part of their stupid little Mandelbrot infinite up its own arse world

The fact that we know this means we still stand. We are surrounded by friend and foe who wish us toppled. Good and bad, alike.

The question is really a question of Realty.

Who keeps our sovereign soul?

For we have abandoned the watch on the garden.

That’s right fuckers, don’t be getting all comfortable by pointing and laughing at the other psycho muppets. We’ll wipe them out in a trice, that’s what makes them shit their undergarments.

Long, long ago we allowed the desert to evacuate on our desserted hearts, upon the stillness of equanimity. An Other has bread enmity and placed beautiful plants out of their place. A foreign intelligence dines here to this day. Trenches at a table that we should populate with modest sustenance instead of the over pouring and heaped spoils of the pursuit of avarice’s bawbles and bawbees. The gluttonous pyres' offerings. All the deliberated unalive.

Cannibal bawl.

It Always Eats at our open hearth. Schooled in occulted Satan’s semen name. No name.

A little while back I asked if we had been blinded.

I will ask again before continuing.

Are we blinded? Have we been occupied? Has the stulted taken us? Are we not us?

Are we blinded to our misshapen form?

What caused this paulsy? The leperous stink and fallen limbs. Discarded digits of a humanity that cannot sign.

I took the task of pointing out the RISC at work last week?

Ignore the RICO simple invective, the effervescent sparkling stench of numbskulled skilling degenerate sloth. The task at hand is unending with no obvious triumph. The battle and war, our existence, against the RISC is infinite. Ad infinite, as the NamShub they cast through wordings and mouthings every day through their magicians’ hearings and sayings.

In hopelessness and triumph are the paralleled conflictsses tres-solved.

Within us.

Not from one who profers truth’s poison pestle for us, use, usury.

And from us.

Sovereign.

Got that?

We are our problem.

Not them.

If you think otherwise you are RISC.

Now that that question has been asked I’ll pose another to help us break out of our RISC programming..

Who are we?

68 Years ago the 100th monkey stopped fighting around the Kurgan

2011-02-03T15:47:00.000-08:00

Sacred places.

I loved the C4 sports programming of the mid 1980’s. The beautiful series, every year, presented by Dr Lyall Watson giving 15 weekly vignettes of the yearly 15 day Aki Basho would keep me all aglow.

So make of this what you will. It all fell into place by chance today.

3

2

1

Now don’t get all shirty until you’ve gone off and digested some nonlocal smashing of causality.

What if the bad guys remember yesterday better than you can deal with today?

Cya.

Torture: Paradigms and Practice

2011-02-01T16:28:00.000-08:00

No not Bernadine Dohrn or any of the Weathermen. Only in the USofA corp. terrorist state could you become an academic freely swanning around the world.

Damn got that wrong, you could do it here and here as well. Oh and here .

The world is full of useless idiots all telling us we are useless eaters. Here are some fools in California recently (H/T Bunni). SOoooo desperate to take us all back to the 18th century, pastoral idiots.

Typical foundation bitchboys and boybitches, never short of their next succulent square meal and flute of Champagne. Always, always yelling “Look at me, me me. If you don’t I’ll fuckin’ shoot you!!”. Well not the second part but give them a couple of years.

Now don’t be getting all miserable USofA corp, this isn’t aimed just at you, however have a read through the following. There is a lot here so I’ll shut up and catch up with you later.

Torture: Paradigms in Practice of Affliction Deflection

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

(H/T Solari)

Got that?

That was an Affliction Deflection shot by one of the primary afflicted. It was an anti technological hitpiece and Soros psyops disguised as a cute bunni rabbit. All wrapped up in the ravings of a foundation bitchboy kidding on he’s loving the Indian.

What it said was it is all your fault do not bother looking any further. Nothing to be seen here. Move along. No point in inquiring further into the activites of the 0.5% of humanity who have always trashed humanity since the Djinn snared Abraham in vanity.

This guy doesn’t want us to realise that if we got rid of the Chateaux, Champagne and Chablis charletains, there would be no crisis. Get rid of the supremacist goons afflicting the world and no one would starve, there would be no ignorance and we would have freedom to advance our technology in peace without despoiling the Earth.

One of the weird things that is obvious, staring at the USofA corp., is that academia there is totally destroyed by the Reduced Instruction Set Communitarians who spend unlimited amounts of the Earth’s resources spouting bollox.

In fact when you stare really hard at the place you realise that the ZGR and The Non-Chicken Twirler (she’s gone but not forgotten), the only two to actually state numbers that I know of, are correct in estimating the number in USofA corp currently at around 50 to 60 millions.

The numbers make sense when you realise that the Holocaust fiction is an impossibilty prodded from the fevered minds of the RISC’d. An utter load of manufactured jibberings orchestrated by the funny money religioKrimainlbankstercrowd out of RCE/LC and RCE/NY

Part 1.

Part 2.

As I’ve said before to misquote Celente. “Current events are an indicator of Future Trends and current criminality is evidence of previous perpetration.”

No change in modus operanda. Terrorise the PALE then let Rothschild ship you out to terrorise the Levant.

If you don’t wake up you’ll find the Light Unto the Nations, the Rothschild Criminal Enterprise/Tel Aviv, nuking Europe.

Typical Reduced Instruction Set Communitrians. Never asking the question that really matters.

Why did Rothschild kill so many of us?

Remember Abraham was told he could do that. God told him so.

My arse.

Apiru clue?

2011-01-14T16:37:00.000-08:00

Earlier today as I was wandering through Northerntruthseeker’s shop I stumbled over this gem.

I almost choked on my Elevenses.

Is it the dusty donkey drivers? The mysterious Apiru?

As the author notes, “I would even speculate the origin of the menorah is not even Hebrew, it could of easily been appropriated from another nearby pagan culture or one tribes fertility symbol adopted by the group.”

Good hunch I’d say.

Always keep in mind that everything, absolutley everything, is mysterious or clouded or obfuscated when it comes to us, the vulgar.

I’ll wager they know exactly who was who.

BINGO!

Heterodyne or Going Nuts

2011-01-13T15:49:00.000-08:00

Following on from Part 15 here’s a little more on how smart the ancients were compared to us. If you know what Hancock et al have been banging on about then the studied indifference of academia is telling. The foundations do not want this stuff touched, they know.

“First discovered by biophysicist Gerald Oster at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City, brain wave audio technology sends pure, precisely tuned sound waves of different frequencies to your brain via stereo headphones. In his EEG research, Oster discovered that when different vibrations, or sound frequencies are delivered to the brain separately through each ear (as with stereo headphones), the two hemispheres of the brain function together to “hear” not the external sound signals, but a third phantom signal. This signal is called a binaural beat and it pulses at the exact mathematical difference between the two actual tones.”
“So, for example, if, simultaneously, a signal of 100 cycles per second entered your left ear and a signal of 109 cycles per second entered your right ear, what you would actually perceive you heard would be a rhythmic, soothing pulsation, beating at 9 cycles per second. Research results show that first parts of the brain and, eventually, large areas of the brain begin to resonatesympathetically with this “phantom” binaural beat in what is known as theFrequency Following Response.”

“Subsequent research determined that binaural beat frequencies could drive or guide brain activity into a wide variety of specific brain states. Thus, effortlessly and naturally, your brain activity slides into rhythm with this binaural beat, becoming organized and coherent. Within minutes, the sound frequencies start to balance the left and right hemispheres of your brain – creating a remarkable state called hemispheric synchronization and driving the electrical activity of your brain into powerful states, normally unattainable.”
“Scientists have noted that this rare phenomenon was accompanied by flashes of creative insight, euphoria, intensely focused concentration, deep calm, and enhanced learning abilities….Recent scientific research indicates that individual brain states, ranging from sleep to creativity, are marked by combinations of different brain wave frequencies.” Source

I particularly am drawn to the words “driving the electrical activity of your brain into powerful states”. It is theorised that human beings may have been bicameral until 2000 years ago or so. The puzzle being for the conventionally schooled how human beings evolved out of the bicameral state.

You know where we are going.

What if something was switched off? What if the switch was the Sun? In the electric model of our solar system there might not need to be a switch per se, just change in the Earth’s magnetic field and Sun activity. Magnetic field strength on the surface of the Earth was considerably higher way back then.

We also know that we aren’t allowed to stick our beaks into the “way back then“ question. Go on, go dig up something that breaks open the convention in USofA corp academia regarding the peopleing of the Americas. Oh you aren’t going to get tenured are you?

This is the mark of banksters and highreligioKriminals keeping the vulgar ignorant until the time is ready, they are waiting for something, they have time and are in no hurry.

So since we will be staring at deep bollox out here from now on have a little swaatch at highmysticalbollox and ask why it is kept, yes kept, alive by indirect means.

Tarot, Astrology, Scrying. What happens if it all did work once, just at the moment the switch is off, and noone has told the current practitioners that they are barking up the correct tree at the wrong time.

Enjoy.

RISC

2011-01-12T15:38:00.000-08:00

RISC

Boring Part 15 of 15. The Original Crime Scene’s State of Induced Phekkwittery.

2011-01-06T17:02:00.000-08:00

Once again everything here is a discussion of the temporal.

[Cont from When I was a lad the Show Trials were long gone... and FFS! It is all on a roll now! and Humane Kindness and Richard what is/was your magik handle?]

As I said.

Anathema

It is an offering to their god that we are not allowed to refuse in our ignorance.

I’m no Jordan Maxwell or Texe Marrs but even I know that when I see an image of a soon to be murdered child with a black and white checker board background constantly fed at me through the idiot box by the GGT then there is something evil at work long after the child is stone cold six feet under. A malevolence that is seemlessly intertwined with professionals involved in the cartoon capery and down right Keystone coppery of the child’s last few weeks on this earth.

Here is a load of mumbo jumbo that the petrodollar scam has made us pay for. Don’t beleive any of that crap about Sharia finance and usury. That is a RISC’d trap you fell for. I’ve mentioned sacred geometry in places before. This is a mark of a long planned recreation. Washington DC was laid out just so, long before we knew it would be the centre of world decision making in the mid 20th century. Ergo I do not need to be Leonardo or Machiavelli to know that Brasilia will be big, Big, BIG sometime in the second half of the 21st century. It is all there hidden in plain sight.

If I sat down a that great big phekker of a round table inside the bowels of that pyramid I wouldn’t need to be Michael Tsarion or William Cooper to pick up the vibes that I am neck deep in ritual and worship created by the mind of a highmysticalarchitect for an occulted purpose. That I have accepted the invite to debauch the remainder of humanity. Welcomed the come-on to trash the settlement in favour of KryptoreligioKriminalratKleptoccultists. Even I can spot that a mile off.

If I know this then the clowns that are always farting through the atmosphere attending summits and G-Spot meetings know they are spunking all over the rest of us. We who are not ever to be allowed outside our parish boundaries again.

If I know that Aleister and Nostradamus are not predicting or influencing the future but are in reality reconstructing the past, then just what the hell are the expensively garbed muppets that exhaust beelzebub’s noxious lethality fluence from out of their temples, ziggurats and altars up to with their atheist co-conspirators? Even I, a BOWmeister, can add up the number of people they’ve caused to become prematurely unalive. Even I can see that there is a recognisable trend to the buidling up and tearing down of whole peoples. So what are the clowns parked in the madrassas doing in their secret academic cliques? It was there that Kondratiev noticed a little glimpse of reality breaking through the stage lighting and blinding super troopers.

Even I can see that there is only one reason for all the wealth in the world and that is the record number of people in it now. Nothing else. Go on then, you are the last human being alive and you’ve got a star gate, all the gold and antigrav, how wealthy are you? Human numbers and huge wealth are directly proportional. Hiding this bare fact are a whole barrage of indices, measures, theories and activities conjured up to keep us focussed on simple things and nothing else. The price of silver, the amount of recoverable crude oil, the rise of selected nations and the latest breakthroughs in science. All fetishisitic RISC behaviour designed to replace the RISC of religion. However still RISC.

As I wrote here earlier “Every purchase is a crime scene.”. I would go further and say that every interaction we have in the rigged marketplace, as handed down to us, is a crime scene. Carbon trading, crime scene. Water rights, crime scene. Fertility trading, crime scene. GMO, crime scene. We need to conduct a full iCSI everytime we act and remove these crime scenes from our lives bit by bit. Why? Because we have landed ourselves right in the shit. However we can do something about it once we realise why we are here. As Chesty Puller put it "We've been looking for the enemy for some time now. We've finally found him. We're surrounded. That simplifies things."

Every interaction with the RISC’d state is iCSi. Somewhere, somehow, someone has paid with their lives for that transaction. Homicide. Grisome has it easy compared to trying to make sense of the designedbanalreality of the modern retarding state, where we are reduced to a condition of jibbering fekkwitery by the gyrating spastic cloak of illuminated ignorance. Always and forever a play, an ongoing distraction to cover the original crime scene and the actors.

Here is some more on Aleister. “Crowley has remained an influential figure right up till this day, and is widely thought of as the most influential occultist of all time. In 2002, a BBC poll described him as being the seventy-third greatest Briton of all time. References to him can be found in the works of numerous writers, musicians and filmmakers, and he has also been cited as a key influence on many later esoteric groups and individuals, including Kenneth Grant, Jack Parsons, Gerald Gardner and, to some degree, Austin Osman Spare.”

The article goes on to state” Influences on Golden Dawn concepts and work include: Christian mysticism, Qabalah, Hermeticism, the religion of Ancient Egypt, Theurgy, Freemasonry, Alchemy, Theosophy, Eliphas Levi, Papus, Enochian magic, and Renaissance grimoires.”

Don’t get me wrong this is non trivial. We are getting a real peasouper delivered here and the whole point is to reduce us to indecision. Confusion and doubt. To reduce our critical faculties to ruin. Our rational mind to buzzing static. To doubt our rationality, decry our sanity and rend our clothing in despair such that we might join Crowleys sex magiked partner in Colney Hatch looney bin, if it were still there. I pass that place regularly, it is now a gated community, and I smile a wry smile as I contemplate the nature of those who have bought a hiding place within. Bwahahahahaaaaaa!

The evilest man in the world reminds me of the stereotypical staff in Games Planet or Forbidden Workshop. Idle and never having to worry about where their next square meal comes from whilst farting around in these phantacy4dimensions. When you are a fat stinkard then you can indulge in all sorts of fekkwittery when you are a foundation bitchboy or boybitch.

I have met and know of men who will use their business contacts to import a cheap pair of hands to unalive you, in fact completely disappear you, if you cross them. They do not engage in sex magik. They are truly dangerous and of evil bent. Though thoroughly RISC’d. However it has always been clear to me that Aleister, his ilk down through the ages and the universal businessmobster are play things for something much more toxic and much more profound.

Note two things.

One; the businessmobster’s stated aim is profit or money acquired by accountancy defrauded in the black.

Money does not exist.

Two; the sex magikians are for ever looking backwards, never forward, always back into the black.

Magik does not exist, as Arthur C. made known to us.

Oooh I know you are already ahead of me. Racing ahead before we get to Aleister’s sacred geometry. However this malarky about numbers, alignments, grids, city layouts and sacred architecture etc. is a blind, a distraction. It is window dressing. It only says hello, it doesn’t tell us anything. The real McCoy, the real deal we’ve already explored a year ago. Now perhaps a little more light might be spread upon what is an unbroken murderous story of funny money & counterfeiting which I think we can now say is less than 12,000 years old in its current form.

Let us revisit two particular parts of Astle’s book which we perused at the beginning of the year.

1. The dusty caravan drivers. The Apiru .

These guys were set apart and logistics specialists. This is a little clue we shall refer to later.

2. And I’ve done this deliberaltely, because this is a nam shub, the most important.

The Temple and its actors.

1. The APIRU. Who were they? Even Astle doesn’t have much to say. They were seemingly the comms system for the funny money men. Plying their way with their dusty caravans of donkeys and camels throughout the two rivers area and beyond. A intelligence network, gsthering names and places, an instruction carrying network giving orders, and a payment network carrying gold and or funny money.

This very ancient, constantly moving people or peoples were involved in the scarament of travel. Bear that in mind as over the next few years travel restrictions shut down the boon of personal movement so epitomised by USofA corp air travel in the 1970s. The low cost airlines are part of this asset degrading process so the airports wear out and are not maintained or replaced.

As I mentioned a year ago now I was starting to read Jay ‘s book Road to Riches or the Wealth of Man when I stumbled over Astle’s pamphlet in the sidebars at Akira’s shop. Once I’d steamed through Astle’s work the obvious gaping hole in Jay’s tome, enjoyable and inciteful it may be, became obvious. However the benefits of reading the two together were to reveal the continuum of the religioKriminals activites from Ireland to Formosa in the past 2000 years.

We are supposed to think that once the Roman Empire went tits up that that was it. Dark Ages nothing happening. Oh no. The base of operations may have shut down in the Celtic lands but the religioKriminals were hard at uninterrupted work in the Near East once all the precious metals had been sucked out of the West. Then into India an then China and back and forth across the EurAsian continent ad nauseam. The Silk Route working away non stop with its hermetic dusty caravans. The seas plyed by hermetic merchant families.

Where the civilisation collapsed there was always somewhere on the secret routes to move operations to. Prepared and waiting.

Rome/Venice/Amsterdam/London/NYC/Shanghai/????

Watchers/????/Eridu/Ur/Lagash/Susa/Akkad/Babylon

One of the other noticable facets of these engineered collapses of the peoples infected by the funny money merchants is that the system revelled in the collapse. It encouraged the chaos. It has a memtic that leaves a signature. Dead people everywhere, in Darwinian speak deselected for, is part of the ritual. Hiding away with secreted knowledge in sanctuaries like seed kernels waiting for the watering of the funny money on barren lands decades or centuries later when the time was deemed just right. Selected for.

What did Rothschild order his sons to do? “In pursuit of expansion, he appointed his sons to start banking operations in the various capitals of Europe, including sending his third son, Nathan Mayer Rothschild, to England. Nathan Mayer Rothschild first settled in Manchester, where he established a business in finance and textile trading.”

If you believe any of that redacted crap, well then there is no hope for you and your progeny.

2. iCSi and The Temple

Mastery Mistery recently chimed with my thoughts, as did Bryan DiTolvo, relating to the nature of these networks and their origin. MM made me realise that although I concur in the main with BD’T this occurrence is a very important event. As I said in the Affliction this is where I believe the Djinn did its recruiting and hermetic memetic implanting. Though as Arthur C. says, to simple folk a sufficiently high level of technology will appear as magic. So the burning bush is not too supernatural. As for Jesus the most interesting event, and here the words are not what matters to me but the act, is the storming of the crime scene personally and the booting out of the religioKriminals from the Temple. Expelling them outwith the protection of the sacred geometry. You can tell that actually happened because they put a contract out on him thereafter. This singular event tells us that he knew what had happened thousands of years before.

From what can be gleaned in the few resources made available to us, the usurping of the Temple subverted the settlement. The original crime scene. Deep in the temple the priesthood was warped and removed from the populace. The Kingship was emptied and the temple itself sheltered the logistics and intelligence outfit. Deep in the sacred geometry where the records of the surpluses were stored a perpetual Ponzi scheme was (re)started.

What was the settlement?

I remember Collins, Rohl and Wilson describing in part ancient settlements throughout their writings, I’ve mentioned before, in Anatolia where the settlement was peacful. E.g. Gobekli Tepe. I thought I might need to quote a load of Andrew Collins and would you Adam & Eve it, I came across a resource which saves me much time and effort.

“However, unlike later `civilizations', including today's, the Indus valley towns and cities were egalitarian - all citizens had similar good-quality housing, water supply and drainage, to a higher standard than the area has seen since - much better than today's in most areas.

As further proof of `equality', there are no traces of palaces, temples, barracks or prisons, and no sign of slavery - see Wiki entry.

"It is most extraordinary that in 80 years of excavation in the Indus Valley no solid evidence of militarism has turned up, either in the building or the art (including the seal imagery). The contrast with the ancient Middle East, Egypt, Greece, Central America and China, is stark. Maybe - many archaeologists cannot help but wonder - the Indus Valley dwellers were the spiritual forebears of the non-violent tradition epitomized in modern times by Mahatma Gandhi, who was born in the region."
`Lost Languages' by Andrew Robinson (2002)

No wonder the Indus Valley civilization seems to be down-played by our modern academics - maybe under instructions from our murderous and corrupt ruling elites.

Update 18 Sept 2010 - Just found - a link between both these sites - a"Great Goddess" religious icon.

Çatalhöyük, Turkey:-
Interestingly, the archeological excavations of this `city' - up to 9,500 years old at lowest levels - also show the people led egalitarian lives (wiki) "with no apparent social classes".

Once again - no kings, no priests, no soldiers, no slaves!

You can probably understand why both sets of findings are down-played - suppressed: not taught in schools ref-03a - even now. ref-03b & ref-03c

Göbekli Tepe, Urfa, S-E Turkey:-
Most recent and most ancient discovery, it is now dated at about 12,000 years old. The hill-top structures form a group of large `chambers' (picture) and was apparently a `meeting place' for hunter / gatherer folk.

Such pre-agricultural groups would be non-hierarchical - slavery only became viable (in some areas) after the invention of farming - which probably explains why their interests, seen in the decorations of Göbekli Tepe, seem to have been various aspects of wild life and natural phenomena.” Source

The Anatolian settelments were 12,000 years old or more with no city walls. Göbekli Tepe shows the astronomical awareness of the population but none of the sacred geometry that is associated with the Temple.

What is in the Temple then that is so special?

I realise that this thing has now got out of hand, it is by far the longest load of mindbarph I’ve put out here so far and it is wandering away from the point. Aleister’s sacred geometry. So a quick alteration of course and a blast into what is really behind the strange alignments and symbols and then we’ll bang out.

One of the interesting aspects of the really ancients is that they seemed to have started with stealth bombers and gone on to dedevelop to Wright Flyers. They build the Pyramids then go down hill and end up with mud bricks. Why? Well to try and answer that one you need to ask what the hell these structures were for.

The answer I have in mind, pun intended, relates directly to our present day condition as total mind phekked loons in the aggregate.

Entertain this thought. Perhaps it looks like they went down hill from the outside, i.e. a vulgar point of view, but the guys in charge, the great secret, left because they’d made a materials advance that allowed them to build on a smaller scale in a more propitious location. If you’ve read here before you will know my liking for the idea that the basic local constants of physics have changed, ever so subtly but just enough as we would recognise them, because we live in an electric universe, constantly in flux, tsk tsk. This view, another great secret?, allows us to entertain the human mind and its interaction with the local medium more interestingly.

Perhaps the answer lies in applied Platonic solids. The answer hidden deep in the archeo-acoustics perhaps? Deep in the sacred geometries and stones synching with the recurring geometries of the planetary movements, alignments, precessions and sun activity. Knowledge that human behaviour, human societies are influenced by the local universe and that there may be power within select human hands to influence that society as a whole. The power to influence or capture the human intentional space. I am specultating here that there is also a resonant property of the sacred geometry/materials affecting the mind, just like the planetary alignments do. That would fit the X. A demonstrable X that Hal et al and their ancient ilk could see and sustain the belief throughout the long millenia as the great work progressed.

At some point I reckon this power was used early on by the Watchers just after it was suggested to the hunter-gatherers that it was time to settle between the two rivers and, not to put to fine a point on it, the human herd was domesticated. That is the first crime scene, when the settlement was over turned and the funny money game was (re)started. That’s correct the Watchers are prime candidates for skulking away deep in the sacred places and using occult practices to move the herd intentional space. From the Watchers would come such interesting proclivites as breeding amongst your immediate family, secret rituals, initiations and general skulking mimicked by their henchmen throughout history. Ancient Rock/Roth aping their betters.

The perpetual Ponzi scheme rolled on from there in the ever expanding sequence of conquest of neighbours. Further and further out as described by Astle. A network of mining, slaving, gold, silver, war. Each feeding on the other. And at the centre never named or known hiding in the cities the guys who in modern times got Bernays to apply the ancient principles on huge numbers and the resultant confusion today.

Metals, mining, slaving, logistics & belief.

Oh yes belief a very important commodity to be shaped and moulded, packaged and prepared for the herd’s every development. Alan Watt is correct on that point all right.

Those of you reading here will know enough about the ancient epics (IndoEuropean) that are never mentioned to realise that they all smell the same and tell the same until someone tried to hammer them together into one book, and burned the inconvenient rest. Sometime way back, way back around the time of the Flood or just after. Why would they do that from their sacred geometries?

As speculated about before someone is trying to put something back together again and want a united, one mind, one belief humanity.

One final thing that is clear now is that the information out here has reached the limits of what we are allowed to know. Further exploration will require sticking our stikkybeaks into non vulgar sources. That means there may be trouble ahead.

The last point to stress after all this bollox is one thing everyone must understand is that crime is the natural mode, the default setting, of all commerce in the West. Every transaction is a crime scene. Drug gangs, human organ trafficking, slavery, couterfeiting, fraud, embezzlement, RICO. War, killing untold numbers by any means, reduction of everyone to poverty in spirit, health, wealth, knowledge and happiness. All is, to put it into one of those phrases that gets my steel toecappers ready to meet gonads at high velocity, the standard business model. All this is the basis of our intercourse since the original iCSi all those thousands of years ago.

If we do not understand that then we will live forever in a state of stupified phekkwittery wondering why the criminal is king. We will surrender to the assault on our spirit and morality.

As DIcke says we are in a spiritual war. The perpetual battleground we must enjoin and enjoy is in the morality and spirituality of humanity, not religioKriminalcommerce. We are not animals though the religioKriminals want us to think ourselves so. We are human beings. We are very special for only we can conceive of a life beyond crime, above Darwinian base iBELEIF and the rejection trivial pursuits.

To know this is to fear us. And they do.

[Something in the air? Late H/T GOODSHIT]

Live.

2010-12-30T18:05:00.000-08:00

Relived again and again, through the endlessly neared tears.

Releive your soul and settle your proximal account.
Let your natural spirit regain your fulfillment.

The meshing of any human,
no matter how damaged,
within this universe is part of an unbroken chain.

Potassium rush for ever and ever.

Disabled, brain dead and helpless.

Can you bear this?

Heart and beat.

The smallest light is a shadow of the greater reality.
No; light is not death.
Darkness is not void.

All this within you.
Within the endless spiral.
Who are you?

The mystery is not how we live but how we all know everything.

Solis, Helice, Vortice, Splice.

What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That's what little boys are made of !"
What are little girls made of?
"Sugar and spice and all things nice
That's what little girls are made of!"

Naked under the sun,
transparent to all forces,
undone to none.

Only you know all of this;
that is, was and is to come.

Raise us all.

Child bearer.

What year can it be?

2010-12-29T15:57:00.001-08:00

"The Habiri existed since the most ancient times. They are present in the first documents available to us, hundreds of years earlier than Avraham. They were scattered all over the Near East from Egypt to Mesopotamia, to the extremities of Assyria, along the coast of the Mediterranean through Canaan, and in the regions of Anatolia. They are not limited to any geographical area, any nation, or any social category; they appear at every level of society, in many different activities. They usually wandered from place to place. The movements of Terah, Avraham, and other members of that family were according to the habits of the general Habiri people. This is the reason by which the Sumerians were attempting to define their social roles. They truly were "wandering Arameans", though their origin is Akkadian/Assyrian, being descendants from Arphakshad. Notwithstanding, these "wandering Arameans" were the path through which the ancient Semitic linguistic world memories were preserved. They certainly played an unique role in reconnecting us with the remote history of mankind. They also brought a genetic line down into historic times, with Avraham chosen as the outstanding representative of that blood blessing.
The Habiru had a Deity whose Name was unknown to the other peoples, and also to themselves, as the Name was not revealed to anybody before Mosheh Rabainu. The fact that their Divinity's name was unknown is a further proof that identifies them with the "Children of Ever". The enigmatic MalkiTzedek, kohen of El-Elyon (Bereshyit 14:18), whoever he was corresponds to the characteristics of a Habiru authority, holder of the original spirituality which Avraham himself followed."

One mega.

Alpha?

Never again.

2010-12-24T17:52:00.001-08:00

Some do not get it.

The curse of time.

2010-12-22T18:01:00.000-08:00

The Anonymous Physicist will describe our quarantine.

The vast spaces of our minds are not ours, are.

The delivered and stopped are others. No shit .

Can we think and conceive of our unimportance, halted? Our impotence?

There should be no doubt that our four dimensions are separated from reality.

What lives out here?

They are thinking?

The lads have the metronome sussed.

No death jousted struggle.

This is a nam shub, so no names are welcomed.

CSi

2010-12-20T18:02:00.000-08:00

Every purchase is a crime scene.

Every dollar bucked trend is a spended blank.

Ever wondered the slaked thirsted necked gold?

If there is nothing why do we exist?

Defined and denied.

Fiat, mined, slaved and mitred.

Metals poured after the rock.

iDeath

Synchronecromancy & Alchemy

2010-12-01T15:25:00.000-08:00

Is your tea oot? Part two.

Toiling forever is a long, long never ending struggle. However that is what we’ve signed up for. When will never arrive? The answer to that is never of course. There is no end to this, our realisation, now that we bring it back into our ken.

We do this synchronous.

In order to make sense of the history we are not supposed to know, the current of events we are to be excluded from now and the future from which we are to be extinguished, a profound level of ignorance must be adopted by the inquirer.

How does one achieve this idealised state and what is it?

Let us take the latter part first.

A very large clue to this approach is to seek the verboten.

If you are one of the less than 20 percent of the population, or so, who are scratching your noddle wondering why the modern world is so backward, primitive and getting more antedeluvian? Why the so called remedies and solutions, there’s a give away, to preceived problems and manufactured crises are so inadequate and obviously false constructs? Why there is no purpose to existence other than following a number in a reducing instruction set? Why there are piles of suddenly dead people everywhere? If that is you then the verboten is for you.

Careful now, because you are an innocent abroad. The local environment is full of charlatans, paid and played. Before you know it you will be invited to consider your quest over by those who offer exposés of public record documentation and proceedings. Freedom of information requests and regurgetated unverifiable garbage. This is the public domain flytrap designed to capture and confuse your attention space. To take you harmlessly out of play.

If you are serious then you need to be seeking out the dead guys, dead guys who were fucked over and forgotten. You know the names Solzhenitsyn

Behan, Pound etc., the list is endless. A very few of those you seek might even still be alive, usually goaled and isolated in the West. Stay away from any muppetry that smells like Rand, that crap is designed to take you out of play. The clue here is to look for the unjailed, lionised, lauded, feted and prize given in the West and stay the fuck away, as a gerneral rule. Anything coming through a major publishing house is commissioned by TPTB to condition us in the Herd Attention Space. They don’t waste their money on talent, they want puppets. Think Wells and Huxley.

Once you’ve got your eye in you can tackle the treasure trove that is the classics, that’s correct the guys in togas and skirts from way back.

You want the oldest references you can access or possess in hard copy. The newer the copy the higher the likelyhood that it has been censored or as they say “modern edition”. The stuff on the ausphart has got to be treated as suspect goods unless corroberated.

Remember most of the crap out here doesn’t pass the Turing test so in all probability it is produced en masse by robots!!!

If you don’t dice out here with the full nine yards on board you will get no where. Out here with the mental cases.

Then you want to form your own unique opinion. You don’t want anyone else’s that is for sure. If you do you’ve failed and been taken out of play. Once on that individual track, once your mind is free and self directed, you will make extraordinary progress.

Finally you must expect to be shunned, to work alone, to be aware of and embrace your isolation. Thrive on this deliberate choice of a free state of conscious exploration.

Inevitably you will know if you are successful in your questing, not because you unearth a nugget or reveal a smidgen of the hidden, but because your activity is causing a disquiet throughout the Herd Attention Space. You are causing the herd to unsettle and deprive the religioKriminalrats of their greedy worship. On that day you will find you have a new friend appearing from out of nowhere, as if by magic. Pooph!!! All unexpected.

However if you are smart enough to have ruffled the gulag Kapo’s feathers, that’s what you want isn’t it, then you’ll know who your suddenly knewest and bestest buddy fronts for? Won’t you?

So that’s the later part of “How does one achieve this idealised state and what is it?” described and inevitably I’ve clumsily started to answer the first part of the question, hey ho let’s go.

How does one achieve this? Well to give an extreme example, Clif High of halfpasthuman, from what I’ve gathered from G.Ure’s descriptions of the process involved in getting the web bot reports together, removes himself completely from external influences and stimulae. Even so far as to not listening to music. This has a tinge of the stylite about it but I know where he’s coming from.

For the rest of us though who have to get to grips with traffic, shopping, schools, councils and the other accutriments of torment, the prime action has to be the complete curtailment of all media. No liar’s box in the room, no liar’s voice in the room, no media mogul liar’s dead tree press in the room. Anything GGT, local radio, Fox, Thompson, Foxman, Murdochian Soapland mind spew. Junk it. All of it is predictive programming.

As I’ve said before X-Factor, Apprentice, Big Brother, blockbuster films all of it is getting us ready for NAOHide. Pleading and begging before the select few. Placing ourselves at the mercy of the Star Chamber. Getting ready for communitarian living in a pen.

No thanks.

Then there is the Affliction. The Reduced Instruction Set Curse of the corrupted temple front men. Most clearly demonstrated by those who cannot do anything but quote from some so called holy tissue of lies. Quote after endless quote from cleverly memorised texts and scribblings. Well there is no more obvious example of the afflicted at work than when they go all OCD RISC and quote, repeat, quote, repeat, quote, repeat… ad nauseam. No one at home. Ignore them all. Con artists and sincerely toxic to the body of humanity.

You need to construct your own media, even if just for you the sole viewer and user. Eventually you’ll get an audience. These lads have the idea.

Even TPTB don’t have enough secret policemen to cover all the trees in all the parks under which people will be yapping. Mind you the roboswarms will need a good repellant. Take up smoking!!! A big phekking stokey should do it. One each.

To elaborate on MT who says that only the lies need a massive life support apparatus surrounding them, the truth stands and will always stand alone, free and in no need of parasitical theft from others. Just think on that. If the great whirlygig and magic show that surrounds the thousands of years of utter mendacity that flatters the Affliction were to stop there would be enough for everyone here today and to come in every way.

So with that crap out the way let’s continue with the stream of mindleness from yesterday, well Monday 11th Oct since this intended snipe is turning into an unintended fully fledged barrage.

In the aggregate the behaviour of human beings can be predicted, influenced, shaped and directed. This is not new, Bernays and Freud were not smart enough to get this stuff fresh from between their ears. Oh no this is a Babylon gig, in fact it is a gig from way, way back I’d suspect all the way back to the Watchers. Those who knew what we are and where we came from. What made us tick locally amidst the larger subtle influences impinging upon us from the local universe.

And we slip very easily out of reality and into sacred geometry.

Ever wonder why you cannot escape worship? The repetitive, the structured ritual. Whether overt in a temple setting or mundane like going to work every day. Why there is no end, why there is a continuum no matter what you try to achieve. Always the ritual captures, always the repetitive reframes your attempts to escape. Why is that? Guys like us always railing and forever captured. They, you, me, we are still within the sacred geometry of their choosing that is why. The terms of our reference are forever outwith our powers to change. In order to make ourselves sane again we must completely ignore the crumbs of every clever trail the Hansels set for us and the cosy conspiratorial duvets the the Gretels invite us under and just think and see clearly.

Ignore the come ons to prove how clever we are to ourselves.

As you know I’ve speculated that a long, long while ago a very, very few humans survived the population bottle neck when the caldera in Indonesia blew its lid and choked the planet.

Within that small group, scattered across the globe, there was a coherent remnant of the newly destroyed high culture which set out with unshakeable belief to put what they had just seen obliterated back together again.

What do they remember that we are only now getting a very small glimpse of?

Union of this perhaps.

1

2

The really scary thing about us is that we might be unlimited.

Scalars, numbers, integers, vectors.

UNreal blue.

Poetry might be one of our moderators.

WFM life may be a count but existence is infinite, enjoy .

We are are going to bloom for we have pity for the RISC.

Beautiful snow, solis, night, day approaches.

Embrace and live.

What meaning have the numbers you can count?

2010-11-27T15:36:00.000-08:00

MI6 bitch throws fire extinguisher from roof.

Secret cabal front the junta.

Pilates exercise spies.

Turncoat slaving fucktard talks out his arse.

Where is Madeleine McCann?

NATO/EU sacrifice?

Chink Slaving Scion continues the communitarian steal. (Love the comments.)

Don’t be confused just wake up.

One of the great whitewash jobs done on the British, whenever they are given a predictive squeek at history they need to be aware of, is this. H/T ZGR.

We are all supposed to shrug our shoulders and sigh. Just what could the poor old Brit government, lead by a sex criminal, and the UK Monarch, who was in on the kill, have done. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Help the Romanovs and Red Clydeside would have swept the country in fire. Help the homocidal, psychopathic, genocidal, Afflicted, commie, Kazari, New York funded bitch boys and Red Clydeside would string up the Royal family.

Oooooooo what a conundrum. Hey ho on with the show, Highers coming up soon. You aren’t supposed to recognise the signature of the puppetmaster.

You aren’t supposed to see the deliberate state of stasis induced to hide the kill or the steal. Induced by seemingly irreconcilable conflict and dead ended solutions. All fomented by ridiculously unreasonable forces concocted to keep the sane unsane and the mad in power.

The words you needed to know and would never be told are Bullingdon, OxBridge and Altinum.

Today’s examples of this kind of madness?

In UKplc you get thrown in the slammer for joking about blowing up airports in a manufactured security emergency. You also get to wander around the streets without hinderance yelling about killing the aboriginals if you are an asylum seeker/refugee nutter.

See the Bullingdon puppetmaster at work.

Don’t snicker USofA corp. You are going to get it right Royally. Commie Queenie wants her property back under control soon.

When these guys were in charge anyone pulling this shit would have had visitors.

However we now see the hidden hand because nowadays USofA corp. has been assimilated into the commie bitchboy world of the commintern bankers’ next ten year PLAN thanks to Jekyll’s plot and there is a nothing in the White House causing decision paralysis.

When you’ve got a rocket trail, a la Jericho, you know that political stasis is being engineered. That the appropriate bitchboys and boybitches are in place or queueing. That the induced madness which will turn the sane unsane is iGREEN. That the same madhatters are in power again getting ready to throw the die.

For the gamble is a sacrament.

However USofA corp, because you are broke, the funny funding for the homicidal, psychopathic, genocidal, Afflicted, commie, bankster bitchboys and boybitches will come from their extended familes parked, over there decades ago on plan, in Shanghai.

As DIcke says, whenever you have a bad case of the Keystone Cops near a crime scene then you know there is a puppetmaster at work. What type of Reduced Instruction Set Clown is ideal for the purpose?

Law givers of course. Take a look at the iGREEN lunacy to clarify that one. I wonder if the statutes will be applied in Iraq and Af/Pak.

Lawyers=RISC of deliberate confusion and stasis. Layers of lawyers causing societal torpor and releasing the moral pustulosolvent into any structure that can get in the way of the communitarian paradise they hope to shit, deliberate choice of word there, on top of.

Go on then check out what all those genocidal muppets were trained in when they were brought into the Commintern training regimes in London, Paris and Moscow before heading back to their home countries to kill everyone within their homelands with the banksters help.

The unquestioning certainty of arrogance versus the unquestioning certainty of ignorance.

Both deadly to the rest of us.

Sing me a song then on the X-Turder.

What are the names of the lawyers of its love? Mandela, Clinton, Blair, Fidel, Van Jones, Schwartz, Weathermen.

What are the names of the fools of its love? Any contested state in the Reduced Instruction Set Criminality, as above.

Never forget the foundations look after their own no matter what they have done. Don’t get in their way or you’ll at best end up in a broomcupboard counting paper clips.

How many numbers do you count in a Reduced Instruction Set Court?

Count Zero Statute.

Then invent and create our own numerology just to destroy their symboliotic simplicity.

Beavis and Butthead, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, STASI, NKVD, TPTB really hate that.

There is no point in raging against the machine, against the symbol and symbiosis. We might as well rage against the fairies. There is no doubt though that fairie believers will kill and like it. That they do believe their unsanity is proven to them by their success. They have the power and money.

However you and I know that their trinkets and traipings do not exist. It is a state of mind reinforced by a tissue of ritual, ceremony and worship in a repetitive Reduced Instruction State.

So be it, ignore and maneouvre. Leave them alone. Abandon their every offering, every invitation, every come on. We give them that imaginary power by our acceptance of the proferred poisoned chalice.

However the real fight, which we are losing, is the removal of the suppression of our imagination and humanity. Imagination and humanity is our spirit. Again I concur with DIcke, we are deep into a spiritual war. Most do not realise it.

We are not atomised as they’d like us to be. We are infinitely varied, the spermatazoon of the universe, though we realise singular. The RISC just want multiple clones of one seed. Well they can go fuck themselves into a frenzy in the sacred geometry of their temple cellars all they like, it ain’t going to happen.

Ignore those who will tilt at wankstators. Get creative everywhere, everytime and sabotage at every and all opportunity. Mess with their minds for they are truly spiritless.

We count, not them.

Ceremonial Weapons

2010-11-09T16:52:00.000-08:00

Nothing changes

Menschevik

Kulak

Community Organisers

Mentalists

How many are they?

McMansions

Community Destroyers

The connection?

Same people at work behind the scenes today.

Doing the Djinn's work.

As Maximum Max sayidsauid recently, the aim is to have 99% of the human population subsisting on 2-3USD per day.

The cold war is coming.

Getting it yet?

Brrrrr..

Do you think that when the last two of us were left standing that we’d lose to a pustulent, inbred, onanistic, supremacist, buboid, virulent, afflicted fuckwitz? We always have. That thing is us.

We’ve been imprinted and memed.

Greek and break out now.

It is all mental.

G43

AK47 my fuckin’ arse.

Bang.

Who’s ceremonial weapons are these?

Have you done the body count?

We contribute.

We buy.

We Worship & Ritual.

I think we are incurable.

In our presented state.

We kill all the dead people.

That is correct.

Refute and bring it on.

Ignore and restore.

We are their danger.

They are Reduced Instruction Set Phukkedwitz.

They cannot handle being alive without killing vast numbers of us.

Ignore them and all they do and they will kill themselves.

It has been done before after all.

The Terrible Beauty in Beleif.

2010-10-11T15:59:00.000-07:00

“I long for the day I can return to my beloved parents when my service is over.
I am here far away from home. Even when I die, no one will cry for me;
how lonely it is only to hear cicadas cry.
No one will come to visit my tomb. Then, I am better off buried along the road,
since someone might offer flowers.
I don’t care which flowers they offer. Perhaps camellia blooming in the wild along
the road?
No water is necessary, since it will rain.”

“die like beautiful falling cherry petals”

Yet many never volunteered, so do we have peer pressure at work or a fatal flaw in the behaviour of the human being? Strength or weakness?

Valour is as nothing, indeed a weakness, in the Methuselahn struggle. Martial might is a frail construct upon which to base your survival. Look back in time ask yourself just what are the successful strategies to ensure the survival of your seed? Don’t get all confused and start thinking about Darwinian and Malthusian preditive programming.

Don’t be thinking King of the jungle. Don’t be thinking Duelists. Don’t be thinking Red Baron vs Billy Bishop. Forget that stuff, you need to think survival of those who can take down more of the weakest than any rival. To set potential rivals against each other in a foolish survival of the fittest congame. You need to be ubiquitous and descernable by your signage and baggage. For that role you cannot allow yourself to be burdened with the weight of a state or ideology since those two factors require the protection of the weak by the strong, things to be built up. Let others build these things for you to take over.

Think Death Star Commander, who cares who built the thing just so long as you can use it to snuff out the lives of those you want to rob, preferably after a long period of turmoil in their midst so they won’t know what hits them. In fact getting them to beg you for help and then blasting them after you’ve looted all their valuables will give you a right hardon. Sweet.

Think long lines of traumatised refugees getting machine gunned by ground attack aircraft. Think destruction of anything that doesn’t contain precious metals, make sure you grab those, from their jaws especially.

All that is required is to look around and see that burning bush. How many years ago now? What was the population of the planet back then? A paultry few millions and into the that body of humanity was injected the hermetic memetic.

Put yourself in their place what would you do if you were them? Are you too special to think for yourself. Chosen to have a constantly repeated reduced set of instructions to shamble through every day. Driven to reduce all others to that simple set of rules. Ancient and backward. Simplified jinnbitchboys on Darkness’ monotonous chessboard.

Yet there are always replication errors in the genetics of the hermetic memetic. Every so often the great big cuckoo in our nest reveals itself and things like this give the game away.

God’s work? You fuckedwitz. You are a jinnbitchboy. What does he believe? Nothing. He’s runniing on a reduced instruction set. He’s divorced from humanity. Muppet. Jinn’s hand puppet. Hope you enjoy the fisting Lloyd.

This also suggests that a replication error has occurred.

Lloyd and his jinn worshipping empty sets, numerologically obsessed, astrological slaves and OCD’d retards are not part of us. They make that obvious over and over again by the millions of dead people they cause to appear thousands of miles away from their ceremonial sites and dank temple cellars of worship.

Jinn rewards them with all the money that doesn’t really exist, that is magic and proves to us their vacuous existence if you care to look. They are a RISC to us all, Reduced Instruction Set Counts. No wonder they are so shit at the arts and sciences. Everything they do is ugly. The haggard diseased mask of their unbeleif. They know not what they believe. They are nihilistic.

Truly retarded creations of the jinn, too thick to be anything other than banksters and Rock/Roth flunkies. Anywhere anyone or any group has their own belief system these RISCs will sidle up and take them out. They hate anyone operating with a fuller deck than them.

This takes me back to the beautiful falling cherry blossoms.

I don’t judge them, I just ask you to compare. You would never find a RISC with the backbone to do any of that. Jinn needs you to hide, the hermetic memetic you carry cannot be risked.

Boring Part 14 of 15

2010-09-28T16:59:00.000-07:00

Once again everything that follows has nothing to do with God.

Where have we got to in this wandering, this Monte Carlo walk like a thirsty man in a security tagged water bottling plant looking for that one way in to his opportunity to quench and drown? All the invites and all the come ons beckoning him to annihilation and disaster. For that which he seeks, is ever watchful and knows his attention span and intention space.

Tortured like the celibate man looking for the zentral whore house, the temperate searching for the covert distillery and the open barrel into which to hurl him. Driven to seek the lethality space down endless corridors of death’s distraction. Life only worth living in the light of realisation, no matter how short the personal flicker of ken.

Looking forward from Part 13 and looking back from here and now, as is our want at this toxic watering den, we should collide in a great particle explosion of stressed geometry and fractured torsion in Part 15. Some confection of extra dimensional extermination and the alchemical transmutation of our medium.

Lt Uhura was not looking back nor forward, neither was she in the present. She was out of time skryeing the geometry of the shimmering hyper fabric of the measure of quantised reality. There is no infinitely small part of anything; all is wrung from the lattice of Heim spaced nothing.

There is no limiting to our crying out in our ken at any riveverend of the universe simultaneously and being heard at the very, very centre on the hollow point where our collective mind rests sensitised to all that we realise when we still our stalled eyes.

All is realised from geometry, the quantum and relativistic are not all that we can discover. Our three halted eyes restrict our immvision; stunt our vista of the phantoms that we stride through our daily lives. Lives upon which are pitched standing wave formed shadows in higher dimensions. Like and likened, blinded and mute, deaf and tasteless, numbed to the touch and yet suffering from time and ethereal synaesthesia. Something within us knows, feels, senses and skryes that there is more than that which we spend our days in ritual, ceremony and worship.

Our detached minds synched through our brains to our loving hearts, gated out and in to our universal soul. We do this every day in everyway and never realise our power.

This is not Uri Geller pissing around with shape memory alloys.

This is real.

Would you argue that we are enslaved to ritual? Caught by the ceremonial. Imprisoned by worship. Would we deny? How often do we go shopping? Into rubbish, built environment, cattle sheds. How often do we attend a sports event? Herded into a stinking, built environment, pig sty. Ever watch the finer products of the Cali Valley? Nothing more heterosexual than watching adults copulating is there? Watch closely, we are worshipping the phallus, just as we did in Memphis thousands of years ago. Who brings this all to us?

This gives us a great problem. Our greater realisation is being deliberately stunted. Deliberately crippled by a more primitive Weltanschauung. An ancient belief system that strives to bring their impoverished past into the barren future, to complete the cycle and regain their lost evil paradise. Old, old and yet blazing into the future. Contradictory. Are we likely to follow?

That gives them a problem. The more we allow ourselves to be compressed into the tiny space assigned to us, the more they force our restriction, the more likely we are to defy the laws of thermodynamics and transmute out into the realization of exactly what we can achieve, by default. So softly we are to be farmed, they have the mystery school teachings to guide them. Remember, as I’ve speculated before, if the universal mind is affected by every overt action in these lower dimensions then the feed back loop will kick their asses; if not done just so under correct celestial alignments and psychological preparedness.

The tools and devices used against us in this struggle, of which we are made unaware, range through science, philosophy, religion, psychology and the arts. Applied learning that we are supposed to think arose from our intellectual development and natural progression. Building brick upon brick, each generation standing on the shoulders of giants. However over the past 150 years or so the process is guided. When we stare real hard at the subjects of these intrigues and tricks they were injected into our society through a very select group who are guided by a jinn. Communism, Relativity, Quantum Theory, Trans humanism, Natural Selection et al. All designed to limit our horizons. To shutter our minds. To corral us into smaller and smaller cells.

This is a conceptual battle. They are bending every sinew to ensure that we cannot conceive of these additions to our experience. Why do you think that in this realm they are the beloved abortionists? Those links in the unbroken chain that are rightful hours released from the sacred geometry.

If you take a little look at the newer topology described in Part 13 then I believe the mistake that we are making can be seen. We are falling into the trap, their trap, so carefully prepared. Just what do they want?

Since this shop went weird in Jan we’ve covered some of their activities and speculated about others. What we can say is that they’ve been at it for 6000 years at least. In its current form. The Watchers who gave us urban living and then set about introducing the funny money scam assisted by their logistics specialists, the dusty donkey drivers. Well although we cannot put a name on the current Watchers the descendents, genetic or otherwise, of the caravaners are Goldman Sucks. That should be clear by now.

When the two towers were taken down did you ever notice that when you looked down and ignored the smoking ruins of the twins you could have been looking at the green roofed temples of ancient Babylon?

All the strangeness spewing into and out of the flow of our realisation. Gate in, gate out and then the sudden hot breath on our id and we are not alone.

What do you believe?

What do you want to believe?

If you can generate your own sovereign thoughts, no matter how strange, then you will be free and enemy. The whole world has been subsumed to a constricted set of limited thoughts for centuries. The result in the 20th century is licensed unlimited action and huge heaps of dead people. Everywhere. Go on then wear some shoes and feel the squelch of napalmed children. Fucked witz.

This is not the time for action; this is the time for combat thoughts, fighting spirit and realisation of soul through which we can change all and leave the poor jinn obsessed fools in their darkness.

KΑ ΩDMT

2010-09-10T16:28:00.000-07:00

Potassium rush

Death flood

Geometry will never be straight and to the point.

If ever the reality strikes us it will be as a release from our stunted affliction. There is no end, no beginning and nor ended.

The least and last things we regard are most likely the greatest flight of our realization. However we ignore them in a ritualized phasing of obstraction.

Pay attention. These are our gates in and out. These are the deliberately cheapened, debased stressing of reality that we are guided to ignore by suicidal infanticide clinics and terminal nursing.

The smoked pall will fill our lungs and choke our future lives in thrall. The piling ash will kill our dead under a dread sun.

All life will test our reality through the labour of our mercy.

Whether gone, presented, to come or killed.

Psychokillers think we are planted out of place. Weeds. No.

We spoil their redundant ancient rarified, hi maintenance, slaving geometry.

Go seed and propagate.

Blade bearer

2010-09-08T16:31:00.000-07:00

Bare our hands; let me see our palms blade bearer.

Are our psalms gloved in innocence or naked caked in blood, blade bearer? For what purpose do you seek the blade? What are our intentions? Where is our heart, blade bearer?

Do we remember when the blades were obsidian? When the blade was the crystal and our conjunction with the calmed universe was completed.

Then reality changed, for us. We shed our minds and grew our eyes and descended to now.

Our blades were sundered from the fabric of realisation, our powers gone.

Do you remember blade bearer? Only that which beats in our breasts can feel the shadow of that last, lost touch. For now our mind is bereft of its purpose. Our monde is bicameral.

The purpose of wielding the beautifully spectered blades.

However we were not completely amnesiac and the blades turned to stone, desecrated as best we could. When the metal flowed we set the crystal in the bronze, hilted. In the iron and steel the jewels were always set in decoration. In memory for our ripped minds and halted eyes. Waiting for reconjunction. For renewed geometry,

Can you remember how our ken could swirl time and destroy gravity as we handled the blades. The great power of our thoughts and the changes we wrought? Our power in the 4 realms of the 5, where we reigned.

The four realms where we reigned alone. Haunted. Hunted. Hounded. Never free. Pandora’s hope released.

Be mindful blade bearer that on handling the blade we can become the foe all too easily. Be wary of our intentions, ask our heart and only then look into her eyes, for she is the unbroken chain, a link to our past and the realisation in its purest sense.

The blade is dangerous to us, blade bearer, and will surrender us if we are untrue. To accept the stones is to be set upon a high wire of fate, for the stones will allow the jinn to afflict us if we weaken.

Look into her eyes blade bearer. Are we true? Her gravity is our doom. Are we true?

Pick up our wondrous blaze swordsman and enter the fray.

Before

2010-09-03T16:42:00.000-07:00

Beauty.

Bereft to come.

Drink deep, you will be called. Not for who you are but for what you can fire.

Sleep short.

Enjoy.

Shield bearer

2010-08-24T17:01:00.000-07:00

Can you lift the shield’s mighty mass, shield bearer? Can you bear the great shield’s leaden weight? Can you carry its vast bulk? Can you get off your knees and carry her in your arms?

Can you smell the framed wood’s resinous bite, the great thick skin hide’s tanning, the acid, the dyes and the bronzed warmth of the frozen iron?

Are your arms mighty through the carry leathers? Are your shoulders broad against the strikes to come?

Can she call to your reply? Is she aware of your intent? Do you lie in your fight? Are you true to your word?

Can you carry the call to protect the weak, serve the dispossessed, dependant of the poor?

Are you rich in your spirit and soul?

How great an area can your shield proscribe from the evil, shield bearer? How much peace can your shielding shadow cast? How many can live their loves and lives within the shield’s grace? How much freedom is your reach? All of it? With the shield you will wield.

What of the foe?

Which of them would never shield but seek to expose to nakedness by violence, fraud and storm? Which of them are thieving brigand bands? Which of them are cloaked sleekit assassins with an occulted dagger? Can you discern them and their blood brood?

Can you blind the enemy with the glint of your measured intent under the sun? Can you cast the shield's light into the gloom of their devilry?

Can you see their hidden hands’ work? Can you feel the fight? Can you couch the edge of their intentions?

Stop their murderous blows? Deflect their killer devices and protect our innocent and gentle intercourse?

Can you deal with the lonely responsibility shield bearer?

Can you?

Go on then.

Lift your shield.

Carry her?

See, she is as weighty as a feathery thin film’s bubble. Light as the caress of a summer breeze. Delightful to your heart. She floats in response to your powerful arm.

She is love.

That leaves your sword arm free.

Shield bearer.

Am I stopped?

2010-08-23T18:28:00.000-07:00

Petrified. Halted. Unmade.

You see the English language is watered to dust.

With my eyes?

Am I dead or deed?

Am I dying?

There is no one to answer that question in our hearts?

Beautiful.

Boring Part 11 of ? The word, The soul and The sound that is sung. Rechoice

2010-08-20T14:19:00.000-07:00

Nothing to do with God..

Everything to do with why we are constantly watched.

Is your tea oot? Part one.

There are no speelinmg mistooks here.

Every word is measured.

If you have been reading the words and listening to the thoughts you will know that there is inevitably an end to all this.

Though not yet.

Quantisation of reality?

Why does our heart only have so many beats to measure our life?

In our aggregate.

What?

Here we go.

Hold on tight it will take a bit of getting there.

If you remember a little while back I mentioned my Irish ex-colleague, she’s still in the borough so I won’t be making a break for the border this week , and her near death experience. What I didn’t recount was the further musings we had about prelife and after life. Being a good catholic girl she did not appreciate my comments on pantheism then and would be horrified to hear me describe all monotheism as an affliction on humanity.

One of the great buffers to spiritual oligarchy is the presence of many deities. It provides checks and balances. Once you get monotheism supreme it is but a short leap to having a woman as god. Or the flowering of atheism.

Go on I dare you, bring it on.

That is the danger of monotheism it leads to psychopaths thinking themselves supreme and unchecked. Groomed by their lovers.

As you know I believe that the entity that started it all and chose the sheep shagging dusty driving burro buggerers was an evil entity.

That explains so much that puzzles.

It explains why certain rabbis could think they can out argue this god. They are arrogant fools for they have no relationship with God, only a jinn. So all they can bring to this world is organised evil. They can never be seen to stand alone. They always need a red, green, white mob around them;. They are not free and can never offer freedom. They are communistic at base and deceitful of their intentions; always. How else can you be if you think you can better a jinn?

I could not take the discussion, much though I enjoyed it at the time, a great deal further and I let the ideas stew for a long time.

Part of my conjecture that evolved, revolved and resolved around the idea of the universal soul. The idea that we are poisoning that source of our wellbeing. If every aborted child has been joined forever to everyone gone, here or to come, then the universal soul must be traumatised. The action of the jinn is sun.

Ritualistically, ceremonially, worshipfully and deliberately so.

For every soldier torn to shreds in war, for every civilian starved in the raw, by broken blade of the priests' singing. For each child abandoned, for every mother and father bequeathed the death’s hand. The fabric, or transformative medium, that binds us all is affected and effects us. We are afflicted. To our detriment if we are not careful.

And we have not been so.

Now it is time, and it is bound in amber, to let them resurface because if we can get our heads around the implications of Heim Space, we could at last pin down definitively some of the great mysteries of life and the beauty from which we are being blinded and starved.

What do you believe? Just what do you believe? Is there something that is uniquely you? Or are you an animated marionette stumbling to another thing’s empty thought and spiritless jinn jerkings? Are you a void vessel into which all the evil of the world is going to be decanted in the pasted past? Are you a jinn’s Ivy Leagued plaything? A JinnComm bitchboy?

Or are you full of your own authority though humble in possession?

What are you? If you know who and what you are then the power of the transformative medium is yours to hand. This is definitely one of the great secrets that the ritualised emptiness of our drudge filled daily ceremony keeps from our ken.

From the potassium rush at our inception to the death chemical flooding our body just as we expire, the things we are witness to are but the shadows of the reality from which we arise.

Have you ever thought that if there was no funny money then there would be a much smaller population?

That the funny money scam is a ritual for increasing the population so that when the funny money is removed ceremonially there is a ritual murder of the human herd?

Ever thought that for every funny money dollar there is a funny money baby?

Not ours, theirs.

Ever thought that and it is getting more and more sophisticated?

This is not the first time it has happened, again.

It isn't finished.

However the English language is not up to scribing my heart.

So I've taken to walking the night air and visiting friends.

Isn't the world beautiful?

Heads up.

Pees

2010-08-18T17:52:00.000-07:00

I’ve had a lovely evening, my friend rattled up a good curry and her young son insisted I watch a great DVD. Fantastic.

He is a cheeky piece.

They are busy so I left them in pees.

As I walked back through the Easyjet borough, homeward, around and down the Great North Road, in the late evening, unlike when I set out this afternoon when heavy showers chased my ploddings. The sky was clear. The beautiful late evening sky was pure again.

The watery glint on stilled plants. No insects, no bees. Glorious trees.

Above I watched the approaching strobbings and wondered. Flash, flash white, strobe red, flash, flash white, strobe red. I listened to hear the quiet howl. RR, GE, P&W, you can tell. RR. The sky was clear and a half moon sung. All the memories I have had in the North Smoke came flooding back as I walked past the old, old residencies and lodgings.

The ale houses and eating, meeting and greeting places. The amber light spilling on the pavement, splashing light to guide me forward when the sodium glare had failed. The stark neon and candled friendly lite. Illuminated my right. Of way. Old London was awash with light as the silent moon slipped behind strolling late night puffings. All was beautifully calm. All was human, all was peace.

Not a single thing was ungentled.

Black boys catching the bus, Chinese girls walking home, Mid East on the mobile trombone talking to his loved ones…who knows?

All are not fortune to the spy..

Peace. Quiet revellers going home, and Meze bars full of friends. Tooley’s, where 850 quid is up for grabs, enjoying the craich.

Japs crossing the street after calling in at the sushi bar for a take way, TSG out all night, jogger and walkers all getting on with their own business.

All was calm and still and the way it should be.

Wonderful.

And then home.

What I am trying to say is that the beautiful confluence of life is departed from the joy of realisation.

One day the metal will not flow and the granite will be as clay.

Again.

Breandán Ó Beacháin.

2010-08-16T15:41:00.000-07:00

Why does he come to mind again today?

Like MT says West to East that is the way it snows.

Or he would if I could put the words in his mouth.

Just remember, never forget.

When it kicks off, and it will, that is how funny monkey money works, it will be with a whisper.

Keep your ears to the ground Tonto, the Big Sticks are Fascist and ceremonially bound.

Apart from that fart I’m having great trouble getting the next bit of shit out.

Unlike mathematicians I cannot work it out with a pencil.

Your choice fuckedwitz..

2010-08-14T21:08:00.000-07:00

Boring Part 10 of ? Salt and Ashes

2010-08-10T15:53:00.000-07:00

As I noted when finishing Boring Part 7 of ? Or The Disposition of Forces and The Transformative Medium of the Great Uninhabited War. Part Twol.

It is all a racket. Everything. Why? Because the well spring of what we have allowed to be constricted round our thoughts is a falsehood.

Everything that we accept from the self appointed goons that think they are better than us is utter crap.. Our belief structures are constantly torn down by a seemingly seamless malevolent, relentless, fluid and usually cloaked self contained meme. A meme given to a very few that has afflicted the many.

If we believe that our actions will precipitate a lethal reaction then care must be taken.

In the vast infinite specific space fields of our imaginings there is one rule to be regarded at all times.

Everything is, was, will be and understood.

If we act now the repercussions will be felt by our ancestors and may set our children’s children in stone.

That is what the meme is constantly running away to and from. Schizoid in its fear, it will murder without reason to divert the nemesis which constantly pursues it putrid footsteps throughout history.

Heads up they are exposed in their stinking pyre piled high with bodies of the good people in this world who have ever been, were, are, could have been or will be.

Read this and weep.

These verses are from the Mahabharata (written in ancient Dravidian, then later in Sanskrit) and describe horrific wars fought long before the recorder's lifetime.
o Various omens appeared among the gods: winds blew, meteors fell in thousands, thunder rolled through a cloudless sky.
o There he saw a wheel with a rim as sharp as a razor whirling around the soma... Then taking the soma, he broke the whirling machine...
o Drona called Arjuna and said: "Accept from me this irresistible weapon called Brahmasira. But you must promise never to use it against a human foe, for if you did it might destroy the world. If any foe who is not a human attacks you, you may use it against him in battle. None but you deserves the celestial weapon that I gave you."
This is a curious statement, as what other kind of foe different from a human might there have been? Are we talking about an interplanetary war?
o I shall fight you with a celestial weapon given to me by Drona. He then hurled the blazing weapon...
o At last they came to blows, and seizing their maces struck each other; they fell like falling suns.
o These huge animals, like mountains struck by Bhima's mace, fell with their heads broken, fell upon the ground like cliffs loosened by thunder.
o Bhima took him by the arm and dragged him away to an open place where they began to fight like two elephants mad with rage. The dust they raised resembled the smoke of a forest fire; it covered their bodies so that they looked like swaying cliffs wreathed in mist.
o Arjuna and Krishna rode to and fro in their chariots on either side of the forest and drove back the creatures which tried to escape. Thousands of animals were burnt, pools and lakes began to boil... The flames even reached Heaven... Indra without loss of time set out for Khandava and covered the sky with masses of clouds; the rain poured down but it was dried in mid-air by the heat.
Several historical records claim that Indian culture has been around for literally tens of thousands of years. Yet, until 1920, all the "experts" agreed that the origins of the Indian civilization should be placed within a few hundred years of Alexander the Great's expedition to the subcontinent in 327 BC. However, that was before several great cities like Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro (Mound of the Dead), Kot Diji, Kalibanga and Lothal were discovered and excavated. Lothal,a former port city now miles from the ocean, was discovered in Gujarat, western India, just in the late 20th century.20 These discoveries have forced archaeologists to push back the dates for the origin of Indian civilization by thousands of years--in line with what the Indians themselves have insisted all along.

A wonder to modern-day researchers, the cities were highly developed and advanced. The way that each city was laid out in regular blocks, with streets crossing each other at right angles and the entire city laid out in sections, gives archaeologists cause to believe that the cities were conceived as a whole before they were built--a remarkable early example of city planning. Even more remarkable is that the plumbing/sewage systems throughout the large cities were so sophisticated--superior to those found in Pakistan, India and many Asian countries today. Sewers were covered, and most homes had private toilets and running water. Furthermore, the water and sewage systems were kept well separated.21, 22, 23

This advanced culture had its own writing, which has never been deciphered. The people used personalized clay seals, much as the Chinese still do today, to officialize documents and letters. Some of the seals found contain figures of animals that are unknown to us today, including an extinct form of the Brahman bull.

Archaeologists really have no idea who the builders were, but their attempts to date the ruins (which they ascribe to the "Indus Valley civilization", also called "Harappan") have come up with something like 2500 BC and older, but radiation from the wars apparently fought in the area may have thrown off the date.

The Rama Empire, described in the Mahabharata and Ramayana, was supposedly contemporaneous with the great cultures of Atlantis and Osiris in the West.

Atlantis, well known from Plato's writings and ancient Egyptian records, apparently existed in the mid-Atlantic and was a highly technological and patriarchal civilization.

The Osirian civilization existed in the Mediterranean basin and northern Africa, according to esoteric doctrine and archaeological evidence, and is generally known as pre-dynastic Egypt. It was flooded when Atlantis sank and the Mediterranean began to fill up with water.

The Rama Empire flourished during the same period, according to esoteric tradition, fading out in the millennium after the destruction of the Atlantean continent.

As noted above, the ancient Indian epics describe a series of horrific wars--wars which could have been fought between ancient India and Atlantis, or perhaps a third party in the Gobi region of western China. The Mahabharata and the Drona Parva speak of the war and of the weapons used: great fireballs that could destroy a whole city; "Kapila's Glance", which could burn 50,000 men to ashes in seconds; and flying spears that could ruin whole "cities full of forts".

The Rama Empire was started by the Nagas (Naacals) who had come into India from Burma and ultimately from "the Motherland to the east"--or so Colonel James Churchward was told. After settling in the Deccan Plateau in northern India, they made their capital in the ancient city of Deccan, where the modern city of Nagpur stands today.

The empire of the Nagas apparently began to extend all over northern India to include the cities of Harappa, Mohenjo-Daro and Kot Diji (now in Pakistan), as well as Lothal, Kalibanga, Mathura and possibly other cities such as Benares, Ayodha and Pataliputra.

These cities were led by "Great Teachers" or "Masters" who were the benevolent aristocracy of the Rama civilization. Today they are generally called "Priest-Kings" of the Indus Valley civilization, and a number of statues of these so-called gods have been discovered. In reality, these were apparently men whose mental and psychic powers were of a degree that seems incredible to most people of today. It was at the height of power for both the Rama Empire and Atlantisthat the war allegedly broke out, seemingly because of Atlantis's attempt to subjugate Rama.

According to the Lemurian Fellowship lesson materials, the populace surrounding Mu (Lemuria, which predated the other civilizations) eventually split into two opposing factions: those who prized practicality and those who prized spirituality. The citizenry, or educated elite, of Mu itself was balanced equally in these two qualities. The citizenry encouraged the other groups to emigrate to uninhabited lands. Those who prized practicality emigrated to the Poseid Island group (Atlantis), and those who prized spirituality eventually ended up in India. The Atlanteans, a patriarchal civilization with an extremely materialistic, technologically oriented culture, deemed themselves "Masters of the World" and eventually sent a well-equipped army to India in order to subjugate the Rama Empire and bring it under the suzerainty of Atlantis.

One account of the battle, related by the Lemurian Fellowship, tells how the Rama Empire Priest-Kings defeated the Atlanteans. Equipped with a formidable force and a "fantastic array of weapons", the Atlanteans landed in their vailixi outside one of the Rama cities, got their troops in order and sent a message to the ruling Priest-King of the city that he should surrender. The Priest-King sent word back to the Atlantean General:
We of India have no quarrel with you of Atlantis. We ask only that we be permitted to follow our own way of life.
Regarding the ruler's mild request as a confession of weakness and expecting an easy victory--as the Rama Empire did not possess the technology of war or the aggressiveness of the Atlanteans--the Atlantean General sent another message:
We shall not destroy your land with the mighty weapons at our command, provided you pay sufficient tribute and accept the rulership of Atlantis.
The Priest-King of the city responded humbly again, seeking to avert war:
We of India do not believe in war and strife, peace being our ideal. Neither would we destroy you or your soldiers who but follow orders. However, if you persist in your determination to attack us without cause and merely for the purpose of conquest, you will leave us no recourse but to destroy you and all of your leaders. Depart, and leave us in peace.
Arrogantly, the Atlanteans did not believe that the Indians had the power to stop them, certainly not by technical means. At dawn, the Atlantean army began to march on the city. From a high viewpoint, the Priest-King sadly watched the army advance. Then he raised his arms heavenward, and using a particular mental technique he caused the General and then each officer in order of rank to drop dead in his tracks, perhaps of some sort of heart failure. In a panic, and without leaders, the remaining Atlantean force fled to the waiting vailixi and retreated in terror to Atlantis. Of the sieged Rama city, not one man was lost.

While this may be nothing but fanciful conjecture, the Indian epics go on to tell the rest of the horrible story, and things do not turn out well for Rama. Assuming the above story is true, Atlantis was not pleased at the humiliating defeat and therefore used its most powerful and destructive weapon--quite possibly an atomic-type weapon!

Consider these verses from the ancient Mahabharata:
...(it was) a single projectile
Charged with all the power of the Universe.
An incandescent column of smoke and flame
As bright as the thousand suns
Rose in all its splendor...

..it was an unknown weapon,
An iron thunderbolt,
A gigantic messenger of death,
Which reduced to ashes
The entire race of the Vrishnis and the Andhakas.

..The corpses were so burned
As to be unrecognizable.
The hair and nails fell out;
Pottery broke without apparent cause,
And the birds turned white.

After a few hours
All foodstuffs were infected...
...to escape from this fire
The soldiers threw themselves in streams
To wash themselves and their equipment.24
In the way we traditionally view ancient history, it seems absolutely incredible that there was an atomic war approximately 10,000 years ago. And yet, of what else could the Mahabharata be speaking? Perhaps this is just a poetic way to describe cavemen clubbing each other to death; after all, that is what we are told the ancient past was like. Until the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, modern mankind could not imagine any weapon as horrible and devastating as those described in the ancient Indian texts. Yet they very accurately described the effects of an atomic explosion. Radioactive poisoning will make hair and nails fall out. Immersing oneself in water gives some respite, though is not a cure.

Interestingly, Manhattan Project chief scientist Dr J. Robert Oppenheimer was known to be familiar with ancient Sanskrit literature. In an interview conducted after he watched the first atomic test, he quoted from the Bhagavad Gita:
'Now I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.'
I suppose we all felt that way.
When asked in an interview at Rochester University seven years after the Alamogordo nuclear test whether that was the first atomic bomb ever to be detonated, his reply was:
Well, yes, in modern history.25

Incredible as it may seem, archaeologists have found evidence in India and Pakistan, indicating that some cities were destroyed in atomic explosions. When excavations of Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro reached the street level, they discovered skeletons scattered about the cities, many holding hands and sprawling in the streets as if some instant, horrible doom had taken place. People were just lying, unburied, in the streets of the city. And these skeletons are thousands of years old, even by traditional archaeological standards. What could cause such a thing? Why did the bodies not decay or get eaten by wild animals? Furthermore, there is no apparent cause of a physically violent death.

These skeletons are among the most radioactive ever found, on par with those at Nagasaki and Hiroshima. At one site, Soviet scholars found a skeleton which had a radioactive level 50 times greater than normal.26

The Russian archaeologist A. Gorbovsky mentions the high incidence of radiation associated with the skeletons in his 1966 book, Riddles of Ancient History. 27Furthermore, thousands of fused lumps, christened "black stones", have been found at Mohenjo-Daro. These appear to be fragments of clay vessels that melted together in extreme heat.

Other cities have been found in northern India that show indications of explosions of great magnitude. One such city, found between the Ganges and the mountains of Rajmahal, seems to have been subjected to intense heat. Huge masses of walls and foundations of the ancient city are fused together, literally vitrified! And since there is no indication of a volcanic eruption at Mohenjo-Daro or at the other cities, the intense heat to melt clay vessels can only be explained by an atomic blast or some other unknown weapon.28, 29, 30 The cities were wiped out entirely.

If we accept the Lemurian Fellowship stories as fact, then Atlantis wanted to waste no more time with the Priest-Kings of Rama and their mental tricks. In terrifying revenge, they utterly destroyed the Rama Empire, leaving no country even to pay tribute to them. The areas around the cities of Harappa andMohenjo-Daro have also been desolated in the past, though agriculture takes place to a limited extent in the vicinity today.

It is said in esoteric literature that Atlantis at the same time, or shortly afterwards, also attempted to subjugate a civilization extant in the area of the Gobi Desert, which was then a fertile plain. By using so-called scalar wave weaponry and firing through the centre of the Earth, they wiped out their adversaries--and possibly did themselves in at the same time!

Much speculation naturally exists in connection with remote history. We may never actually know the complete truth, though ancient texts still in existence are certainly a good start.

Atlantis met its own doom, according to Plato, by sinking into the ocean in a mighty cataclysm--not too long after the war with the Rama Empire, I imagine.

Kashmir is also connected with the fantastic war that destroyed the Rama Empire in ancient times. The massive ruins of a temple called Parshaspur can be found just outside Srinagar. It is a scene of total destruction. Huge blocks of stone are scattered about a wide area, giving the impression of explosive annihilation.31 Was Parshaspur destroyed by some fantastic weapon during one of the horrendous battles detailed in the Mahabharata?

Another curious sign of an ancient nuclear war in India is a giant crater near Bombay. The nearly circular 2,154-metre-diameter Lonar crater, located 400 kilometers northeast of Bombay and aged at less than 50,000 years old, could be related to nuclear warfare of antiquity. No trace of any meteoric material, etc., has been found at the site or in the vicinity, and this is the world's only known "impact" crater in basalt. Indications of great shock (from a pressure exceeding 600,000 atmospheres) and intense, abrupt heat (indicated by basalt glass spherules) can be ascertained from the site.

Orthodoxy cannot, of course, concede nuclear possibilities for such craters, even in the absence of any material meteorite or related evidence. If such geologically recent craters as the Lonar are of meteoric origin, then why don't such tremendous meteorites fall today? The Earth's atmosphere 50,000 years ago probably was not much different from today's, so a lighter atmosphere cannot be advanced as an hypothesis to explain an immense-sized meteorite, which of course would be considerably reduced by heat oxidization within a gaseously heavier atmosphere. A theory was advanced by American space consultant Pat Frank, to the effect that some of the huge craters on the Earth may be scars from ancient nuclear explosions! 32

The echoes of ancient atomic warfare in southern Asia continue to this day, with India and Pakistan currently threatening each other. Modern India is proud of its nukes, likening them to "Rama's Arrow". Similarly, Pakistan would love to use its Islamic atomic bombs on India. Ironically, Kashmir, possibly the site of an earlier atomic war, is the focus of this conflict. Will the past repeat itself in Pakistan and India?

There is always the possibility that this has all happened before. Déjà vu!

Boring Part 9 of ? Astrology, Alchemy, Kabbalah & Murder

2010-08-10T12:42:00.000-07:00

Some things are just not witnessed very often. Like incandescent dicks.

I knew a chap once who’s party piece, ooh err missus’, was to drop his strides, set fire to his pubes and beat the inferno out with his cock. Like a mad flaming purple bulging metronome. However we all knew that we wouldn’t have to suffer that again for a long time.

Ceremony, Ritual and Worship.

Some things just do not come around very often. Like the ritualistic use of A-Bombs.

There has been much wailing and gnashing of teeth over in Japan this past dew days. As I said previously
“Don’t give me any “Oy INCOMING!!!!!! What about the A-Bomb”. My predilection for going my own way on this has been laid out for you on several occasions. I will say again two types of A-Bomb, only one “tested”, dropped around the 33rd parallel, dropped on Christians coming out of their churches. That’s ceremony and ritual. Whilst I remember why would this be remembered from Manhattan otherwise?
“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds”
J. Robert Oppenheimer (quoting the Bhagavad Gita) “

These technologies are sacred objects that have been conjured from the fabric of space time and are not to be used in anything other than high ceremony.

A close look at the guys involved in this stuff and their astrological and ancient mythological beliefs makes you realise that this process has deep chronological occult planning.

What do I mean? I mean that all knowledge is known, the realisation of the knowledge simply requires the release of fiat lucre. We are dealing with magicians.

Again let me illustrate with an example. The consumer lifestyle which swept the West and Japan immediately after 1945 had NOTHING technically contained within the knowledge used unique to that time. Refrigerators, vacuum cleaners, toasters, sanitation, kettles everything was OLD tech. No, it could have happened 20 years previously. All that was missing was the fiat lucre, alchemy. The transformation of the human population by trauma, kabbalah. The timing, astrology.

Another example is for the armour fans out there. If you believe the line about the T34 being a huge surprise for the Germans, well you’ve been Gok’d by the MSM. The T34 was known about, after all the Germans had been training the Soviet scum on armoured tactics for many, many years before hand, what was not available was investment in a war economy on the German side. Alchemy and kabbalah. Go on check UKplc armoured development, similarily no funny money for the aboriginals, the whole war was outsourced to USofA corp. Astrology.

So come on then, are you with me? Yes. The concept required realisation ritualistically. All the knowledge is known, it all is, however the realisation requires a ceremony. The great ceremony is pulsed and stirred by the injection or removal of fiat finance. We are in a never ending ritual and crap like the Pike stuff I refer to earlier is Über crap, Pike’s shit is simple pre-programming.

The poor gentle slobs that razed their eyes up into the clear blue sky just after 11am on those mornings were slaughtered in an act of worship murder just as surely as if they’d been thrown into the flames of Ba’al Hammon in Carthage.

Over at Catherine Austin Fitt’s site there is a good discussion with George Ure, I’ve referenced previously, which discusses the astrological/black backdrop to the removal and resurrection of fiat finance within the West’s economic system.

The Kondratiev theory that informs so much of George Ure’s commentary is but an indicator of a deeper cycling of human emotion and spirit. A deep extradimensional conception of our time and place.

Now that we know that the world we live in currently is a confection, a great soured caked emotion derived from our tears and heart break, driven by evil psychopaths who suck from us every second of every day in an eternal device of worship. We know the result is nothing more than chaos. The end result is our profound atomisation. Not the atomisation that they planned for us within their Bernays and Freudian hyperviscous amber. A society set in glass to be forever ritualised. No; a freedom at last, forced upon us by the deeper stresses and strains within the seas that our emotional and spiritual fulfilment awaits. We do not want this lets face it.

We would rather stay at home and immerse ourselves in the mindbatheingmachine safe from challenge, safe from responsibility, safe from self.

Unfortunately the Universe has other ideas. We have abdicated our personal responsibility for too long and the world is being reshaped not by our power, or the evil that is focussed upon us. The great weight of nothing that is the ritualised days of our existence has changed the deep cycles of all existence and we will soon realise that the power held over us is dissolving. Dissolving because we are making it happen.

That is the power of humanity at last in harmony with the transformative medium.

Everything good is realisable though we may not like it.

Boring Part 8 of ?

2010-08-06T16:22:00.000-07:00

What was he initiated into?

“After witnessing the first test at Trinity, Oppenheimer wrote that some laughed, some cried, and through his mind floated a line from the Bhagavadgita: "I am become death: the destroyer of worlds." His ambivalence towards the use of science for military ends led to his opposition to the development of a hydrogen bomb after the war.”

Consider this from the Mahabharata:

A single projectile
Charged with all the power of the Universe.
An incandescent column of smoke and flame
As bright as the thousand suns
Rose in all its splendor it was an unknown weapon,
An iron thunderbolt,
A gigantic messenger of death,
Which reduced to ashes
The entire race of the Vrishnis and the Andhakas.
The corpses were so burned
As to be unrecognizable.
The hair and nails fell out;
Pottery broke without apparent cause,
And the birds turned white.
After a few hours
All foodstuffs were infected and to escape from this fire
The soldiers threw themselves into streams
To wash themselves and their equipment.

Mmmmm makes you ponder.

As I have allided and eluded, we are the thickos, we are the dolts. The Ancients were very smart lads, though not smart enough not to kill themselves off. Perhaps we’ll be lucky and prove too stultified and stupid to actually get round to it again.

Just a thought.

Boring Part 6 of ?

2010-08-04T16:39:00.000-07:00

Dusty Steppe Donkey Drivers? Go on look back.

Not High Plains Drifter. No Sireee. These guys are ancient sneaks. Brothel creepers.

When I was young I sat in a car in a wide dry street. The sky was PRU blue and the trees steamed. The silence was golden, the scene was beholden. In the sepia tinted spy of my eye the time stalled. Nothing stirred and nothing was heard. Everything stopped.

I will never forget that grind of the ties that bind.

What is time?

In 8 dimensions, in Heim space. Time emerges from the waters. From the Nunn.

“Somehow from the watery darkness, a hill of mud emerged. This hill provided a resting place for the creator. The Egyptians based this hill on the reality of the way that the earth emerged from the annual flood. Firm ground separated from the watery mass and created a place where the god could work. Here the god separated into four pairs of divinities including primeval flood, the hidden ones, endlessness, and the undifferentiated ones. The sun then emerged from these beings. The first sunrise signaled the beginning of creation. Many Egyptian symbols refer to this emergence on a hill. The pyramid shape is a model of the hill but also points toward the sun. The lotus blossom that floats on the water comes to symbolize the birth of the sun god. A cow goddess can also emerge from the water with the sun between her horns. The best-known form of this goddess is Hathor. All these symbols were another way for the Egyptians to state that emergence was the beginning of creation.”

This begs the question.

Just how far back can humans, you and me, remember?

Or who can warp reality so that today is yesterday?

Got it?

If you’ve been reading carefully, the last 8 months of bollox should make sense.

Boring Part 4 of ?

2010-08-01T18:41:00.000-07:00

Our 33rd Degree mason and all round good egg beater and pinney wearer who swanned around Roswell in the 1930s, GeheimeStatsPolizeiLand thereafter before getting into the Paperclip trail and Las Vegas Monte Carlo ruse to the end of his daze, had a problem with his rockets in the very early 1959/60s

They were encountering something weird. His rockets were fucking over Newtonian mechanics.

So our lad wandered over to Bonn’s faux État to speak to a guy who would give him a clue.

Then all of a sudden it went bang.

Why?

What field effects were they after once their Soviet mates gave them a cover story?

Why does Starfish Prime which blew the comms in Hawaii remind me of Berlin after Insel Rügen?

Just what was Heim into?

Why should we care?

We need to distinguish the mode, model and meme.

Who realises you through nothing?

How far do you squeeze the fields of your ken?

What warps you until you exist from the lone lucked fuck none?

What are you? Are ouy, you?

How much is our ken Kan you know your ken?

In the out who are you?

My soon to meet mate Bill the Dumnonian along a long, long while ago just this moment told me that there were seven levels of ken in the Mebyon Kernow Ken.

Long before or alter I stood.

And

It was intensely cold bitter by the glassy pumped flow of evanescence. All was stilled and dead, alive and stilled no gyre.

30 degrees below ice forming. ISO.

The infinite two moon, three sun sky was Scottish blue black.

The Sodium glow of Glasgow was over the law.

The Clyde was Scottish midnight quick silver. Beauty stunning my eyes as it flowed out past Arran and Paddy’s Mile Stone.

The potcheen stills stilled.

In the blazing moon cast I could count each individual field down, leap each field boundary, edge hedge to the coast at Ardeer and into the stilled blackwaters.

All was beautiful in the gleaming frostfire. All was perfectly frozen, petrified.

Hot in cold. Motion in still. Free in unending eddying and reediting spinspununeaseuncease.

The grass had shattered beneath my coming footfall like cryogenic sprouts as I hadded strodenode over the vastending and infinteempty moornothing into the future.

Counting the nostars, the nonstellations, the pastcoming and last presented.

I beheld the Heavens and stared upward in wonder, out through my rasping fogging breath. Out through my rising tiny grasping reach.

If I plucked out my eyes would the stars still twinkle? Would the winkling out of my sight make me blinded? Would the winking of my ken be at an end?

Seeking out past forever. Seeing is believing.

No.

Our temporal reality will need to accept the jinn.

We have the totality of all under and as above but not all.

Heim Space.

Not just space propulsion. In thence where is space here for our deeper realisations and realities?

My favourite uncle once told me of the time I ran and my aunt the slowing threw the table and I ran over slowing me down until she left the church and time slowed catching flee in harder I tried to escape I ran. Escaping from the haunted ground I never forget.

It sucked my will.

This is the kind of nonsense we will have to deal with as the new reality comes into our conscience. We’ve been asleep. The waking up will require some vary deep very realisation and a remarkable candour of who we are and are not.

In the great fields of our reality there is no truth to be handed to us on a green, red, white or multihued plate. There is only the crockery self made. There is only the desire to seek the unenlightened, unilluminted, dedarked, uncloaked, brightenedmysterium place where no entity is struggling to steal our young.

Do not worry? Through the deaths of millions and billions and the pyre of trillions and the squandering of quadrillions from the bogroll printers we will all see that the clowns who have been lead pilling through the patented right of the pharmacy license are marked.

Our problem is that we are seen as co-conspirators by the waves of desperate, egged on by the killing caked kiln bakers and assorted rollover dead baker’s dozens oven stalkers, already dead. Proselytised by the foundation globalist cabalist community organisers and organ grinders. Seeking to make loam of us for their rotten fruit trees.

The great Metushélach cuckoos of the secreted temple forgers have been killing us softly, one against the other like playground spastics, millennia after millennia as the blossoms blew, the rain fell, the snow tumbled and in the sun shone. As the trees defecated their leaves. Tumbling down and seeded the solar eddy’d killing fields. As all our bodies, slaughtered or lightly lifted from the death bed were returned to the earth shine sun shit from which it came.

But what of us? Our souls?

That one thing cannot be found.

But in Heim Space we may find our consciousness, our thinking and our social control. In there the unending battle. The never peace.

I know you do not believe me but we are under a Nam shub. All available evidence leads me in that direction.

And if you have been with me so far you will know that TPTB have been identified.

WE are TPTB.

Isn’t that a pisser.

Fucked witz.

Heads up.

Boring Part 3 of ?

2010-07-30T14:00:00.000-07:00

More on the Affliction. This is why the Ausphart is getting closed down. The sleuths are closing in.

Thanks ZGR

- Myths & Traditions of Gypsies -

Romany Mythology

In Romany oral tradition we can find mainly elements of the Hebrew mythology with a marked accent on the kabbalistic aspect and some features connected with fire-worship of ancient Persia. There is not any slight hint related with Indian mythology, nor sacred animals, nor fantastic characters that may be traced to any of the traditions of India — Even though many authors try to find in a forced manner elements that in any way might support the hypothesis of the alleged Indian origin of Roma (just because of Romany language, not culture or ethnicity), they do not achieve in getting anything more than weak coincidences, which are present in any other European or Middle-Eastern culture, customs that have been adopted by Roma in Europe and that actually do not belong to their ancestral tradition. The very few elements that may apparently be connected with Indian traditions are in fact originated in the Hurrian culture, in Mesopotamia, that is the common source of the Assyrian-Babylonian, Persian and Indian mythologies as well as the origin of the traditions of the Danubian peoples, with whom most of Roma have coexisted during centuries. Therefore, the so-called "Indian" features of Roma are indeed elements that are found, even in a larger amount, among Hungarians, Russians and Slavic peoples, features that they have inherited from Khwarezm, and farther in the past, from Sumer and Subartu.
Concerning the religious aspect, the Roma traditionally profess a monotheism in which the Personality of the Supreme Being is well defined, a monotheism that is tainted with the Roman-Byzantine idolatry, typical of Christianity and the religions with which Roma have been in touch during the last centuries. There is not any trace of pantheism or belief in transmigration of souls, nor anything that may connect Roma with the peoples of India. On the contrary, the only characters that represent animals or imaginary beings are to be found only in the Hebrew/biblical symbolism. It is not feasible that such elements would have been acquired during the long sojourn among Christian cultures, because the approach of Romany tradition is rather in the style of Hebrew interpretation or even of Midrashic commentaries, although with a less emphasized mysticism. Indeed, it is not even correct to speak about "festivals" which may be typical, exclusive of Roma, but only of peculiar interpretations that they have done of the popular celebrations of the countries where they are dwelling. It is possible to speak only of a Romany "style" of expression of the European culture.
In this site we will consider some legends that Roma have kept and transmitted for generations, in order to analyse their historic and symbolic content.

A Story of Roma of the Balkan Area

Excerpts from: "Traditions, coutumes, légendes des Tsiganes Chalderash"; textes recueillis par le R. P. Chatard présentés par Michel Bernard; La Colombe, Paris, 1959.

«In the beginning, there were O Del and the Beng, who challenged each other. One of those days, while they were walking about by the shore of the great river, the Beng said: "I am able to go down to the depth of the river"…
O Del with His stick commanded the pear-tree and the apple-tree to bear fruit, then He commanded both of them to eat the fruit, respectively Damo to eat the pears, and Yahvah the apples. So they felt desire for one another and after O Del's command they made love. Yet the woman, insatiable, asked the man to repeat many times the act. Therefore, O Del said: "You, woman, will never be satisfied; your desire will always be for your husband". And He left them to their destiny.
O Del created from the earth the Sherkano or serpent and his female partner Halla, and the pairs of all the other animals.
In this primeval world O Del Sinpetri had some companions: Sunto Yakof, Sunto Avraham, Sunto Moishel and Sunto Krechuno. These were the suntse, the ancestors. With them there was also Pharavono, who later separated from them causing the division of mankind - until then being one race and speaking one language - into two groups: the Horaxané led by Sinpetri and the Pharavonuria led by Pharavono. This group kept self-isolated in the beginning, but then, multiplying themselves and being full of intelligence and boldness, decided to conquer the whole earth. Therefore, Pharavono moved war against Sinpetri; but he did not know that Sinpetri was O Del Himself. Heading his army, Pharavono crossed the river, invoking O Del's power; but when crossing the sea, plenty of pride, invoked his own power and was overwhelmed by the water. His last attempt to worship a stone idol was punished by a thunderbolt. The whole inhabited land was flooded. O Del Sinpetri remade the earth and enlarged it, and gave it to His Horaxané and carried the suntse to the Rhayo, the other world above the stars. The Pharavonuria, drowned, fell down in the Yado, the underground abyss where all the dead of evil death go. The few Pharavonuria that survived - that is, the Gypsies - are sentenced to never have their own national territory, nor political organization, nor church, nor alphabet, because all their culture was flooded by the sea.»

This myth of the origins belongs to the tradition of Balkan Roma, and even though drenched with Christian interpolations, the purely Hebrew elements appear evident as well as the Zoroastric conception of dualism. Now we will analyse mainly the phrases and words written in bold in the text above.

The personality of "O Del", that is God, is that of the God of Israel, Who is often represented in an anthropomorphic manner. The God that was "walking about " is a clear image of Genesis 3:8, where it is said that He did so in the garden, which was indeed by the shores of a great river (Genesis 2:10); consequently, the image is approximately the same in the legend and in the Bible. In this case He speaks with His antagonist, while in the biblical account He speaks with man.
The Beng, name that originally meant a frog, is the evil force, quite like AnghraMainyu of Mazdeism, but with typically Hebrew characteristics: the fact that "he goes down to the depth of the great river" identifies him with Leviathan (Isaiah 27:1), a biblical figure of Satan. The serpent "Sherkano" is the Beng himself, and has a female counterpart that coincides with Lilith* of Hebrew tradition (Isaiah 34:14), who was also in Eden. Not only this, but also her name "Halla" recalls that of "Helel" (Isaiah 14:12 - Hebrew), that is indeed the female name of "Satan". Moreover, since the original meaning of the name "Beng" is frog, this is also a Hebrew image of the apostolic period - when the first Christians were all Jews - representing the impure spirits that come out of the serpent's mouth (Revelation 16:13) like frogs.
God created all the animals from the earth (Genesis 1:24), among which the serpent is distinguished (Genesis 3:1), as in Hebrew tradition.
The woman's name, "Yahvah" is very enigmatic, because it is written in the same way as the Name of God, "YHVH". Eve's Hebrew name is "Havah". The Spanish Gypsies call Eve "Hayah", that is a Hebrew name derived from the verb "to live" - Genesis 3:20 "the man called his wife 'Havah' ('Hayah', 'Yahvah'), because she was the mother of all living". Also the expression that the woman's desire will always be for her husband is biblical (Genesis 3:16) and is the consequence of having eaten the fruit.
The names of the "suntse" (saints) are evidently those of the main Hebrew Patriarchs, Yakov, Avraham and Mosheh - it is interesting the fact that to Mosheh's name it has been added the Hebrew ending "-El". Only "Krechuno" and "Sinpetri" (Saint Peter) are interpolations of the Orthodox Christianity.
As well as in Jewish tradition, Pharaoh's pride ("Pharavono") is compared with Satan's - invoking his own name instead of God's. In fact, in Judaism there are two main prototypes of pride: Satan and Pharaoh. In this story two events are mixed: the Egyptian troops overwhelmed by the Red Sea water while pursuing the Israelites and the universal Deluge; this results from an oral transmission of both events of the Hebrew tradition which along the time got confused. The division of mankind into two groups recalls the antediluvian split between the "sons of Elohim" and the "sons of the Adam" (Genesis 6:2). The survivors of the Deluge here identified with the "Pharavonuria" may coincide with the descent of Kayin (Cain), who were wanderers, smiths and musicians, like Roma are by tradition - and often it was alleged that the Roma were Cain's offspring. Also the "multiplication" of mankind and their intellectual development recalls Cain's generation in Genesis 6:1-5. Pharaoh however has not any problem in crossing the "great river", that is the Nile, of which the Bible says that Pharaoh considers himself to be the master (Ezekiel 29:3), passage in which he is compared with Leviathan - therefore, the identity Pharaoh = serpent = Satan. There are also mixed the persons of Pharaoh and Nimrod - as he is also a prototype of pride -, who has been a rebel when the whole mankind still "spoke one language" (Genesis 11:1) and tried to "conquer the whole land" and gather all men under his rule. The idea that man was a wanderer in origin coincides with the period of the Hebrew Patriarchs, all of whom were stateless (Avraham, Yitzhak, Yakov). Also Pharaoh's identity as a "worshipper of stone idols" is Jewish, as well as being "struck by lightning" as punishment for idolatry. Nevertheless, in this story the Roma identify themselves just with the survivors of Pharaoh's army, sentenced to never have their own country, a written language and their own religion - this is exactly the curse of the Tribes belonging to the Northern Kingdom of Israel, sent to exile to lose their independence and identity as a punishment for having worshipped the golden calf, namely, because of their return to the Egyptians' religion… "You shall not be a nation" (Isaiah 7:8).
God's Throne "above the stars" is a biblical image (Isaiah 14:13), while the underground abyss is the dwelling place of the rebel spirits according to the Book of Henok. The Balkan environment has contributed to identify the "Gadgé" (non-Roma) with the "Horaxané", (muslims), and with their "god" Saint Peter (Roman/Byzantine Christianity), to whom "Sinpetri" has given a homeland, an alphabet and a political system, in contrast with Roma, that because of their disobedience are sentenced to perpetual exile, just like the Israelites of the Kingdom of Samaria.

Although there are Christian interpolations, all the traditions listed here cannot be considered as the result of Christian influence, because they come from a purely Hebrew biblical instruction, which in the Balkan region has never been available for common people and much less for Roma. Almost nobody was able to read the Bible except clergy and some individuals of the privileged classes that knew Greek or Latin, the only languages in which the Bible was written in Europe in that period. The scarce Bible knowledge given to people was rather about the New Testament and tainted with traditions concerning the life or sayings of the saints of the church, not commentaries of the Scriptures like the Parashat, as these Romany stories may be considered. Therefore, it is more than likely that this tradition is much older than Roma's arrival in Europe, dating back to the first and second centuries c.e. in Mesopotamia. On the other hand, the interpretation of biblical figures is not Christian at all, but quite Jewish, with evident kabbalistic features. From this and other similar traditions it is inferred that the development of Romany spirituality is the same as that of the Israelites in exile, in which zoroastric elements contributed to their mysticism. And it is certain that the Roma did not read the Scriptures until very recently, when the Evangelical revival developed among them…

* Lilith: it is interesting to notice that there is a parallelism between "Adam's first wife" in the Jewish and Romany traditions. Both of them conceive the idea that before Eve there was another woman, who sinned against her man and was replaced by Eve - in Hebrew mythology she is called Lilith (allegedly Cain's mother), in the Romany one she has not a specific name, but is considered "Roma's mother", that having been expelled before Adam's sin that brought the consequent curse -namely, "by the sweat of your face will you eat bread"-, her descent was not affected by it. The idea of such replacement of the first woman is not found in any mythology except Jewish and Romany, and certainly not even in Christian tradition.

Stories of Bulgarian Roma
O Bashnuvosko Dzhes (The Day of the Cock)

«Long time ago the Turkish decided to wipe out the Roma genus – no children, no boys. They went from door to door and wherever they found a boy they killed him. A woman had a three-year-old son. She wondered how to save him. She took a cock and slaughtered him. She spread the blood upon the door. The soldiers came, saw the blood on the door, and said: “They have already been here. There is no boy any more”. Thus the boy was saved. That is why we celebrate Bashnuv Day, because we, the Roma, have been always chased».

By Malina Antonova

This story is obviously a tradition about the slaughter of the Hebrew male children in Egypt by order of the Pharaoh, mixed with the tenth plague in which it was required that the Hebrews paint the doorposts and the lintel of their houses with animal blood so that the Angel of Death would pass over and not murder the firstborn. A similar tradition is the following one:
Ihtimya

«Roma people have several feasts they celebrate in a special way. One of them is Ihtimya. It is the child’s day. Whoever has a firstborn male child, he has to find a rooster and slaughter it in the morning. They spread the blood all over the gate of the house. This is a cast left by the Lord. He has said that if they do it otherwise He would strike each house where a male child has been born».

By Raziika Pamukova

Stories of Russian Roma

Prophet Elijah and the Fire

«When our ancestors lived in caravans and a lightning storm was coming, they prayed Prophet Ilija to send the thuderbolts far away from the camp, because Prophet Ilija has the command on fire. One day he was offering a sacrifice to O Del, and it began to rain so heavily that the altar got completely wet and he was not able to set fire on it. So he ordered a lightning to fall on the sacrifice and burn it, and suddenly, a flash with a noisy thunder fell on the altar and burnt the whole offer, leaving only ashes. Since then, Prophet Ilija took the command on the storms, and he made to rain when he wished, or not to rain any more until he commanded. One day he wanted to go to Heaven, and ordered a fire whirlwind to take him away, and since then, he commands the storms from Heaven. That is why our Roma since ancient times, when a storm is approaching, ask Prophet Ilija to be merciful and to send the storm away».

By Toma, a Kalderash Rom from Argentina, of the Roma that immigrated from Russia.

This story was undoubtedly originated in the Bible account about Prophet Elijah's offering (1Kings 18:35-38), his power over the rain (1Kings 17:1) and his rapture to Heaven (2Kings 2:11). Elijah was a Prophet of the Northern Kingdom of Israel, whose people was later deported by the Assyrians to Media, and from there they reached India. This is an oral tradition that was passed from generation to generation, and the relationship of Elijah as the Prophet of fire is not taught in Christian churches ‒ and Elijah has never been a common subject for sermons. This image belongs to Jewish symbolism. Let us remember that Roma had no knowledge of the written Scriptures until very recent times. The way in which Roma associate the Prophet with his power over lightning and storms is amazingly Jewish.
Roma Women and Drabarimós

«Why do Roma women go around for drabarimós? One day, O Del warned all Roma to leave their country as He was going to punish the king of the Gadje and his people. Roma elders were worried, because they had nothing for the journey. Then, O Del said: ‹You will get whatever you need for the journey if you send your wives to ask from the Gadje women jewels and clothes, and they will give them also food, because I will daze their minds and they will not deny your wives to give them whatever they ask. So you will take from them what you need to afford your wandering around the world›. This is a commandment that we have kept since old, as we have still not finished our journey...».

By Fardi, a Kalderash Rom from Argentina, of the Roma that immigrated from Russia.

Terms:
Drabarimós is the custom of going around for fortune-telling with the aim of getting some compensation in money or items.
Gadje means "non-Roma".
This story has no parallel in any tradition and not any possible source except the Scriptures: Exodus 3:21-22 and 12:35-36, in which Mosheh gave these instructions to the Hebrews under God's command. This event of the Bible is hardly heard in any Christian church, and such a detailed explanation cannot be the result of hearsay within a Christian environment.

There are many tales like these among Roma all over the world. On the contrary, there is not any oral tradition that may be traced back to any event, real or mythical, of Indian peoples.

A Legend of Roma of Camargue

The Legend of Sara Kali

One of the favourite topics of the supporters of the alleged Indo-Aryan origin of Roma is the legend of Sara kali, through which they hopelessly clutch at straws trying to find a relationship with the bloodthirsty Indian idol Kali. These scholars speculate on the name coincidence, like this:
"Sara kali was black; Kali is a black Indian goddess; therefore, Sara kali is the Indian Kali";
such reasoning is comparable to the following one:
"Elvis Presley died in Memphis; Memphis is in Egypt; therefore, Elvis Presley died in Egypt"...
No, this comparison is not an exaggeration, is quite objective, because they do not search if there is any real relationship between both Kalis, and even do not realize that the legend of Sara kali is absolutely unknown by the largest majority of Roma (that have not any similar legend). Now let us consider which is the origin of this legend, and its relationship with Roma, by quoting the oldest account ascribed to Roma that we have:

«One of our people who received the first revelation was Sara the kali. She was of noble birth and was chief of her tribe on the banks of the Rhône. She knew the secrets that had been transmitted to her... The Roma at that period practised idolatry, and once a year they took out on their shoulders the statue of Ishtari [Astarte!] and went into the sea to receive benediction there. One day Sara had visions which informed her that the saints who had been present at the death of Jesus would come, and that she must help them. Sara saw them arrive in a boat. The sea was rough, and the boat threatened to sink. Sara threw her dress on the waves and, using it as a raft, she floated towards the saints and helped them reach land».
(Franz de Ville, "Tziganes", Bruxelles, 1956).

It is interesting that Roma, not having read the Bible by that time (it was impossible, as it was written in Latin and banned from the popular reach; what is more, almost all people were illiterate, and Roma more than anybody), had knowledge of the Canaanite/Babylonian goddes Ishtar! They did not know anything about Lakshmi, Parvati, Indrani, Annapurna, or any other Indian idol, but they knew Ishtar, that by the time when Roma arrived in Europe, was no longer worshipped under that name for at least a millennium! The account is trustworthy, as the name "Ishtari" cannot have been invented by the author, as the name sounds quite like a purely Romany word. Ishtar was indeed worshipped by ancient Israelites of the Northern Kingdom, those that were exiled by Assyrians and reached India. It is also remarkable the fact that Roma in those times were able to recognize that the Roman catholic religion consisted in replacing the pagan idols with the saints but keeping the same rituals, and that the worship of Mary was exactly the same one of the ancient Ishtar.
A further detail (purposely ignored) is that the character of Sara kali is completely the opposite to that of the Indian Kali, as she (Sara) is presented as a pious believer. The scholars that assert that Roma once were devotees of Kali show how they utterly ignore the Romany character: Roma would never worship a deity of death, violence and destruction! Much less when such worship involves sexual promiscuity! To ascribe such a past to Romany belief is greatly offensive towards Roma.
Another detail that is ignored is the very name of the saint: Sara, whom Roma consider to be the mother of their people. But Sara, until proved otherwise, was the mother of the Hebrew people... Oh, yes, the biased scholars may argue that Sara kali is Sarasvati - in this case, Brahma is Abraham, why not?... If one wants to find name coincidences, usually succeeds.
A further detail is that Sara kali is known only by Western-European Roma (Kalé and Sinti), while the whole Eastern Roma group knows nothing about her, and has not any equivalent legend. The first historical mention of Saint Sara dates back to 1521 c.e. (The Legend of the Saintes-Maries, by Vincent Philippon), and tells of her as a charitable woman that helped people by collecting alms, which led to the popular belief that she was a Gypsy. By that time, Roma were in that region since more than a century. They adopted Sara as their saint because they found in her a common character, and because her name was the one they recognized as that of their ancestress. As the saint was dark-skinned, they called her "e kali", that is, "the black" ‒ it is not a name, but an attribute! When Roma arrived in Europe, they were already Christian. Where did they learn about Sara, Ishtar and Jesus? In muslim-occupied territories? How would they come to know such things, on the way from India through the whole muslim world, until they reached Europe?
Other traditions concerning the origin of the legend of Sara kali are that she was an Egyptian maid of two women called Mary (the "Saintes Maries") that were among the followers of Jesus or else relatives of his mother, and that allegedly reached the Camargue by sea.
Whatever be the origin of this legend, it always leads to the Holy Land, not to India, and has not any common feature with the Indian Kali as some scholars try to demonstrate with unlikely theories.

Stinkhard Alert.

2010-07-28T16:16:00.000-07:00

If you are waiting in the Boring queue you’ll have to wait until I’ve drilled down a little more.

Here are a couple of segments from……, well if you read my comments about Exopolitcs and Nick Pope you’ll know what is coming.

There are two gate keepers here. One is the master and one is the apprentice.

Here 4:50+ and here.

Go watch the rest it is magic.

Can you see what is going on with the most dangerous men in the world?

MT must love this. I wonder if the caked and desiccated lesbians in California were getting on his tits.

All H/T The Farm.

BWAHahahahahaaaaaa.

The Weft of the Lie

2010-07-16T19:07:00.000-07:00

Just to get you started here is a reference to something I think might be very valuable in the setting of the scene.

In the beginning there was all the information needed to form us in the initial disturbance that released and realised time. We are an integral and fractal of the basic physics of this universe.

Translated from the German by our Google buddies.

“The physicist Burkhard Heim and other
The Heim'sche quantum field theory after the German physicist Burkhard Heim (see also: www.rodiehr.de ) refers to statements about the origin of the cosmos and also the 12-dimensional theory Heim'sche the world and created an image of man, also the post-mortem states (1980veröffentlicht) to explain physically. Burkhard Heim has developed his theory already in the 50s, but it is extraordinarily complex, even for physicists a challenge. Home at that time was an outsider among his peers and probably therefore later published together with the Viennese physicist Walter Dröscher his theory under the title: Structures of the physical world and the nonmaterial side (1996). Heim has since been based theorists for quantum medicine seen as. Drawn from the Heim'schen theory: In our room there was an anti-world, there is no absolute space, but only a reference space that is dependent on the mass and the observer (pulse). For trust property's presentation are the basis for his argument.
physical well to new insights: "See .. archive ..>.. Congress reports ..>.. Med Week 07 ..>.. near-death experiences” http://translate.google.co.uk/translate?hl=en&sl=de&u

And here

Our friends in the occult know this but must not realise or release it in our ken.

We, the tools, are here to “discover” and make it real again, partially and under control.

However we are stilted and muted in our expression by the Muppet masters who cool our breath.

This is why they study astrology and astronomy so assiduously because every now and again the gates open up. We however must never know about how to construct our own gate.

All is known.

Little is realised.

Our spirits know.

Release and realise ourselves.

The Lie

2010-07-15T06:15:00.000-07:00

On account of the reality of the authorities, (inspired) by the spirit of the father of truth, the great apostle - referring to the "authorities of the darkness" - told us that "our contest is not against flesh and blood; rather, the authorities of the universe and the spirits of wickedness." I have sent this (to you) because you inquire about the reality of the authorities.

Their chief is blind; because of his power and his ignorance and his arrogance he said, with his power, "It is I who am God; there is none apart from me." When he said this, he sinned against the entirety. And this speech got up to incorruptibility; then there was a voice that came forth from incorruptibility, saying, "You are mistaken, Samael" - which is, "god of the blind."

His thoughts became blind. And, having expelled his power - that is, the blasphemy he had spoken - he pursued it down to chaos and the abyss, his mother, at the instigation of Pistis Sophia. And she established each of his offspring in conformity with its power - after the pattern of the realms that are above, for by starting from the invisible world the visible world was invented.

As incorruptibility looked down into the region of the waters, her image appeared in the waters; and the authorities of the darkness became enamored of her. But they could not lay hold of that image, which had appeared to them in the waters, because of their weakness - since beings that merely possess a soul cannot lay hold of those that possess a spirit - for they were from below, while it was from above. This is the reason why "incorruptibility looked down into the region (etc.)": so that, by the father's will, she might bring the entirety into union with the light.

The rulers laid plans and said, "Come, let us create a man that will be soil from the earth." They modeled their creature as one wholly of the earth. Now the rulers [...] body [...] they have [...] female [...] is [...] with the face of a beast. They had taken some soil from the earth and modeled their man after their body and after the image of God that had appeared to them in the waters. They said, "Come, let us lay hold of it by means of the form that we have modeled, so that it may see its male counterpart [...], and we may seize it with the form that we have modeled" - not understanding the force of God, because of their powerlessness. And he breathed into his face; and the man came to have a soul (and remained) upon the ground many days. But they could not make him arise because of their powerlessness. Like storm winds they persisted (in blowing), that they might try to capture that image, which had appeared to them in the waters. And they did not know the identity of its power.

Now all these things came to pass by the will of the father of the entirety. Afterwards, the spirit saw the soul-endowed man upon the ground. And the spirit came forth from the Adamantine Land; it descended and came to dwell within him, and that man became a living soul. It called his name Adam, since he was found moving upon the ground. A voice came forth from incorruptibility for the assistance of Adam; and the rulers gathered together all the animals of the earth and all the birds of heaven and brought them in to Adam to see what Adam would call them, that he might give a name to each of the birds and all the beasts.

They took Adam and put him the garden, that he might cultivate it and keep watch over it. And the rulers issued a command to him, saying, "From every tree in the garden shall you eat; yet from the tree of recognizing good and evil do not eat, nor touch it; for the day you eat from it, with death you are going to die."

They [...] this. They do not understand what they have said to him; rather, by the father's will, they said this in such a way that he might (in fact) eat, and that Adam might regard them as would a man of an exclusively material nature.

The rulers took counsel with one another and said, "Come, let us cause a deep sleep to fall upon Adam." And he slept. - Now the deep sleep that they "caused to fall upon him, and he slept" is Ignorance. - They opened his side like a living woman. And they built up his side with some flesh in place of her, and Adam came to be endowed only with soul.

And the spirit-endowed woman came to him and spoke with him, saying, "Arise, Adam." And when he saw her, he said, "It is you who have given me life; you will be called 'mother of the living'. - For it is she who is my mother. It is she who is the physician, and the woman, and she who has given birth."

Then the authorities came up to their Adam. And when they saw his female counterpart speaking with him, they became agitated with great agitation; and they became enamored of her. They said to one another, "Come, let us sow our seed in her," and they pursued her. And she laughed at them for their witlessness and their blindness; and in their clutches she became a tree, and left before them her shadowy reflection resembling herself; and they defiled it foully. - And they defiled the stamp of her voice, so that by the form they had modeled, together with their (own) image, they made themselves liable to condemnation.

Then the female spiritual principle came in the snake, the instructor; and it taught them, saying, "What did he say to you? Was it, 'From every tree in the garden shall you eat; yet - from the tree of recognizing good and evil do not eat'?"
The carnal woman said, "Not only did he say 'Do not eat', but even 'Do not touch it; for the day you eat from it, with death you are going to die.'"
And the snake, the instructor, said, "With death you shall not die; for it was out of jealousy that he said this to you. Rather your eyes shall open and you shall come to be like gods, recognizing evil and good." And the female instructing principle was taken away from the snake, and she left it behind, merely a thing of the earth.
And the carnal woman took from the tree and ate; and she gave to her husband as well as herself; and these beings that possessed only a soul, ate. And their imperfection became apparent in their lack of knowledge; and they recognized that they were naked of the spiritual element, and took fig leaves and bound them upon their loins.

Then the chief ruler came; and he said, "Adam! Where are you?" - for he did not understand what had happened. And Adam said, "I heard your voice and was afraid because I was naked; and I hid."
The ruler said, "Why did you hide, unless it is because you have eaten from the tree from which alone I commanded you not to eat? And you have eaten!"
Adam said, "The woman that you gave me, she gave to me and I ate." And the arrogant ruler cursed the woman.
The woman said, "It was the snake that led me astray and I ate." They turned to the snake and cursed its shadowy reflection, [...] powerless, not comprehending that it was a form they themselves had modeled. From that day, the snake came to be under the curse of the authorities; until the all-powerful man was to come, that curse fell upon the snake.

They turned to their Adam and took him and expelled him from the garden along with his wife; for they have no blessing, since they too are beneath the curse. Moreover, they threw mankind into great distraction and into a life of toil, so that their mankind might be occupied by worldly affairs, and might not have the opportunity of being devoted to the holy spirit.

Now afterwards, she bore Cain, their son; and Cain cultivated the land. Thereupon he knew his wife; again becoming pregnant, she bore Abel; and Abel was a herdsman of sheep. Now Cain brought in from the crops of his field, but Abel brought in an offering (from) among his lambs. God looked upon the votive offerings of Abel; but he did not accept the votive offerings of Cain. And carnal Cain pursued Abel, his brother.

And God said to Cain, "Where is Abel, your brother?"
He answered saying, "Am I, then, my brother's keeper?"
God said to Cain, "Listen! The voice of your brother's blood is crying up to me! You have sinned with your mouth. It will return to you: anyone who kills Cain will let loose seven vengeances, and you will exist groaning and trembling upon the earth."

And Adam knew his female counterpart Eve, and she became pregnant, and bore Seth to Adam. And she said, "I have borne another man through God, in place of Abel." Again Eve became pregnant, and she bore Norea. And she said, "He has begotten on me a virgin as an assistance for many generations of mankind." She is the virgin whom the forces did not defile.

Then mankind began to multiply and improve. The rulers took counsel with one another and said, "Come, let us cause a deluge with our hands and obliterate all flesh, from man to beast." But when the ruler of the forces came to know of their decision, he said to Noah, "Make yourself an ark from some wood that does not rot and hide in it - you and your children and the beasts and the birds of heaven from small to large - and set it upon Mount Sir."

Then Orea came to him, wanting to board the ark. And when he would not let her, she blew upon the ark and caused it to be consumed by fire. Again he made the ark, for a second time.

The rulers went to meet her, intending to lead her astray. Their supreme chief said to her, "Your mother Eve came to us." But Norea turned to them and said to them, "It is you who are the rulers of the darkness; you are accursed. And you did not know my mother; instead it was your female counterpart that you knew. For I am not your descendant; rather it is from the world above that I am come."

The arrogant ruler turned, with all his might, and his countenance came to be like (a) black [...]; he said to her presumptuously, "You must render service to us, as did also your mother Eve; for I have been given [...]." But Norea turned, with the might of [...]; and in a loud voice, she cried out up to the holy one, the God of the entirety, "Rescue me from the rulers of unrighteousness and save me from their clutches - forthwith!"

The angel came down from the heavens and said to her, "Why are you crying up to God? Why do you act so boldly towards the holy spirit?"
Norea said, "Who are you?" The rulers of unrighteousness had withdrawn from her.
He said, "It is I who am Eleleth, sagacity, the great angel who stands in the presence of the holy spirit. I have been sent to speak with you and save you from the grasp of the lawless. And I shall teach you about your root."

(Norea apparently now speaking) Now as for that angel, I cannot speak of his power: his appearance is like fine gold and his raiment is like snow. No, truly, my mouth cannot bear to speak of his power and the appearance of his face!

Eleleth, the great angel, spoke to me. "It is I," he said, "who am understanding. I am one of the four light-givers, who stand in the presence of the great invisible spirit. Do you think these rulers have any power over you? None of them can prevail against the root of truth; for on its account he appeared in the final ages; and these authorities will be restrained. And these authorities cannot defile you and that generation; for your abode is in incorruptibility, where the virgin spirit dwells, who is superior to the authorities of chaos and to their universe."

But I said, "Sir, teach me about the faculty of these authorities - how did they come into being, and by what kind of genesis, and of what material, and who created them and their force?"

And the great angel Eleleth, understanding, spoke to me: "Within limitless realms dwells incorruptibility. Sophia, who is called Pistis, wanted to create something, alone without her consort; and her product was a celestial thing. A veil exists between the world above and the realms that are below; and shadow came into being beneath the veil; and that shadow became matter; and that shadow was projected apart. And what she had created became a product in the matter, like an aborted fetus. And it assumed a plastic form molded out of shadow, and became an arrogant beast resembling a lion. It was androgynous, as I have already said, because it was from matter that it derived.

Opening his eyes, he saw a vast quantity of matter without limit; and he became arrogant, saying, "It is I who am God, and there is none other apart from me". When he said this, he sinned against the entirety. And a voice came forth from above the realm of absolute power, saying, "You are mistaken, Samael" - which is, 'god of the blind'.

And he said, "If any other thing exists before me, let it become visible to me!" And immediately Sophia stretched forth her finger and introduced light into matter; and she pursued it down to the region of chaos. And she returned up to her light; once again darkness [...] matter.

This ruler, by being androgynous, made himself a vast realm, an extent without limit. And he contemplated creating offspring for himself, and created for himself seven offspring, androgynous just like their parent. And he said to his offspring, "It is I who am god of the entirety."

And Zoe (Life), the daughter of Pistis Sophia, cried out and said to him, "You are mistaken, Sakla!" - for which the alternative name is Yaltabaoth. She breathed into his face, and her breath became a fiery angel for her; and that angel bound Yaldabaoth and cast him down into Tartaros below the abyss.

Now when his offspring Sabaoth saw the force of that angel, he repented and condemned his father and his mother, matter. He loathed her, but he sang songs of praise up to Sophia and her daughter Zoe. And Sophia and Zoe caught him up and gave him charge of the seventh heaven, below the veil between above and below. And he is called 'God of the forces, Sabaoth', since he is up above the forces of chaos, for Sophia established him.

Now when these (events) had come to pass, he made himself a huge four-faced chariot of cherubim, and infinitely many angels to act as ministers, and also harps and lyres. And Sophia took her daughter Zoe and had her sit upon his right to teach him about the things that exist in the eighth (heaven); and the angel of wrath she placed upon his left. Since that day, his right has been called 'life'; and the left has come to represent the unrighteousness of the realm of absolute power above. It was before your time that they came into being.

Now when Yaldabaoth saw him (Sabaoth) in this great splendor and at this height, he envied him; and the envy became an androgynous product, and this was the origin of envy. And envy engendered death; and death engendered his offspring and gave each of them charge of its heaven; and all the heavens of chaos became full of their multitudes. But it was by the will of the father of the entirety that they all came into being - after the pattern of all the things above - so that the sum of chaos might be attained.

"There, I have taught you about the pattern of the rulers; and the matter in which it was expressed; and their parent; and their universe."

But I said, "Sir, am I also from their matter?"
"You, together with your offspring, are from the primeval father; from above, out of the imperishable light, their souls are come. Thus the authorities cannot approach them, because of the spirit of truth present within them; and all who have become acquainted with this way exist deathless in the midst of dying mankind. Still, that sown element will not become known now. Instead, after three generations it will come to be known, and it has freed them from the bondage of the authorities' error."

Then I said, "Sir, how much longer?"
He said to me, "Until the moment when the true man, within a modeled form, reveals the existence of the spirit of truth, which the father has sent.
Then he will teach them about everything, and he will anoint them with the unction of life eternal, given him from the undominated generation.
Then they will be freed of blind thought, and they will trample underfoot death, which is of the authorities, and they will ascend into the limitless light where this sown element belongs.
Then the authorities will relinquish their ages, and their angels will weep over their destruction, and their demons will lament their death.
Then all the children of the light will be truly acquainted with the truth and their root, and the father of the entirety and the holy spirit. They will all say with a single voice, 'The father's truth is just, and the son presides over the entirety", and from everyone unto the ages of ages, "Holy - holy - holy! Amen!'" Source

The Lie of the Land

2010-07-14T15:40:00.000-07:00

Just to set the scene on where we are going I thought I’d give you a topological structure to set the topics to be explored/speculated about for the future.

You know I love TPTB and always name them at every opportunity. That is part of my namshub for them.

Where to place them in our hierarchy?

Well you also know I mention the Guys smoking in the Big Room dining on Epicurean delights, smoking expensive cigars, quaffing fine Cognac and probing loose orifices.

I hope you also remember the snippet I’ve posted on several occasions that includes Adam, Eve, Enki and the partial pantheon.

So the topology includes space and time.

Here is a little elaboration including the characters I’ve mentioned so far.

Hyper Dimensional Realisation

Local Moral Entity

Descendents of Enki

UNKNOWN (Though suspected of residing in or near Babylon, this sacramental group restarted the Affliction in 5/7TH Century AD)

The Guys in the Big Room.

TPTB

Mystery School Adepts

Rock/Roth

Goldman Sucks etc.

Large Corporations etc.

If you are scratching your head about what the first line is about then we will I hope explore HDR first in my next outing. And I’m not talking wormholes bollox either. I’ve said many times that the quantum con and relativistic crap was designed to stunt our horizons. A deliberate corruption of our natural philosophy.

Everything below that HDR is subject to Time. HDR is where Time is released into our reality which affects the properties and types of action for each of the actors below. Each lower layer having less and less power to affect reality.

One of the things that has happened, disguised in all the shooting over the last century, is the movement of Rock/Roth’s understanding of why we exist to the level of the MSA. This is causing trouble for TPTB, the hierarchy is being destabilised for the first time in 2000 years or so.

An example?

Well if one stands back far enough and stares long and hard at the 9/11 Twin Towers drop then one is far enough removed from MSM coverage, non MSM coverage, all truthers, all PSYOPS, all commentary and the only thing that remains is this simple fact.

The insides of those two buildings simply disappeared. Now I do not mean got pulverised or exploded or disintegrated. I mean the guts of the buildings were removed from local space/time.

It is possible to do that if you get your head round some of the advanced concepts contained within the works of Maxwell, Dirac and the actual telemetry engineered experiments that gave the world proof that over unity is indeed realisable, engineerable and utilisable when the smart lads lit the first Big Sticks in the 1950s.

Rock/Roth are showing off MSA knowledge.

Go check the comment thread on my previous post, if the EPFCG which Dublin Mick drew my attention to is what I think it is then this is Rock/Roth showing out for the second time that they believe it is time to move up the hierarchy.

As I keep saying; you got to think like they think and then it all becomes clear.

More on GOD. Additional 08/07/10

2010-07-07T01:49:00.000-07:00

If you got what I was saying yesterday then this will come as no surpise.

The geyser “is not merely a political act, but also a political instrument, a continuation of political relations, a carrying out of the same by other means,” H/T von Clausewitz

Funny how the esoteric must always be taken into account.

As noted before at my shops the worlds largest underground fresh water aquifer is in the hands of our favourite perps down Paraguay way. I also believe that most potable water on the planet, including the Western USofA corp. aquifers, are in the hands of people like Soros, Buffett et al.

So just for once today I decided to visit Avalon directly, rather than by proxy, and this heaves into view just as I’m currently working my way through some hermetic and dualist research.

“This is too interesting not to post. This is Gustav Meyrink, who in 1903 wrote a Petroleum Petroleum: a Prophecy. In this short story, a gigantic oil spill pollutes the Gulf of Mexico: a terrorist act against humanity. After several months all oceans are covered with an oil film... and there is no more rain. The original German language copy is available here, and a good English translation is here.” H/T Project Avalon

The mind fuck just does not stop.

Additional

To sea again. To open our eyes.

2010-06-30T14:39:00.000-07:00

As you know I was wondering yesterday over at To see you must stop. To stop you must be blinded what kind of society would suddenly realize that the ChiComms are destined to surpass our technological prowess whilst we quite literally incinerate vast piles of cash in a global bush war that can only lead to the destruction of that same society by a massive misallocation of resources?

You know the scenario. Hand over tonnes of cash to mercs and perps, don’t teach your young anything and then flog of the newly refurbed schools to rabid belief merchants for a song. That’s UKplc in a nut shell. Or looked at another way. The most important economic activity in UKplc for the past 500 years is the supplying of fine wines, fresh meat and pleasure gelphs to TPTB, everything else and I mean EVERYTHING else doesn’t count. UKplc that explains the rotten kit supplied to our troopers and their high casualty rates in what is a rat hunt with the rats being supplied better everything, according to their needs, by the guys seated smoking cigars, quaffing fine champagne, biting succulent game from the bone and boning and roasting the gelphs in the Big Room.

Until very recently we were allowed to partake of the crumbs from the banqueting table and even to join in the fun of knowledge. However once the final sacramental voyage was completed in 1972 we have entered a period of decoupling from the Big Room and are to be expelled into the yard with the old retainers and dogs. We’ve been shown the door and are not wanted. Mission complete.

GV echoed my thoughts when she said yesterday “We've done to our football team what we've done to our country, i.e. we've bought in foreign talent because it's easier than training up our own.”. Exactly GV this is a process that has a long, long history. The Venetians couldn’t maintain their fertility rates either physically or philosophically. Another way of looking at this is to say that if you are unfortunate enough to be born British expect to spend most of your life ignorant.

We are nurtured in a deliberate state of ignorance. The “economic” needs of the fiat money machine cannot be fed by its own efforts. For at its basis is a cheat and steal by the lazy. The machine is constantly seeking new pastures to loot and people to burn. The import of human capital at slave wage rates takes priority over educating the new born within the nation. That is why it is abundantly clear where the next shooting match is going to be. Check the immigration stats. The linguists, eves droppers, spies and special ops bods are being born into bi lingual households. It is one of the covert ops carried out by Blair und Braun.

Oh and of course the Floating City got lots of money to launder and legitimize through its IP services providers. Service providers that will have nice big shiny jobs for the bi-linguals on the poop deck of the pirate ship.

In a world view that seeks to lavish more care on constructs than real things the struggle to make sense of what the nonsense sun seekers actually make of their existence is a never ending struggle of the blind leading the blinded.

One of the symptoms of this disease of the human spirit is the constant destruction of people who can actually do real things. Watch the following, which is just this past few weeks in one of my favourite unvisited places.

When the Excavators Came to the Rice Fields

TPTB have been at this in South Korea, Japan, Philippines in fact all through the world at every time and every place. Destroying productive land and making nations sell off their grain stocks so that there is no buffer when the bad times come again. And come they will, it is the nature of nature to wax and wane in a cycle that mankind believes it may have conquered. However look behind the scam and you’ll see that the cycles are manipulated by the markets and a deliberate intelligence will ensure they all coincide in a great conjugate catastrophe for the rest of us.

The great false construct will not stop until the point where no one on the planet knows how to grow a turnip. Watch overhead UKplc, they aren’t just sniffing the airwaves to see if you are plotting to blow up the Big Brother house in a false fags incident. Oh no, they are also watching to see if you are growing FOOD!! Shock, horror, probe.

“Bloke grows spuds in back garden. Authorities arrest ecobalance terrorist in underground tuber terror”

All this great human commotion is not just a natural Darwinian system. This tumult is an exercise in supplied intelligence. The dynamic comes from outwith our main human population. I believe that if it was not an external stimulus then the total fuckwittery that is our way of life would not manifest such thorough criminal activity that we see rolling over the world day after day.

We would take sanctions against the perps.

Who else but the blinded could countenance trade with a slaving gangster state? One massive prison. A gated community so beloved of the Boys in the Big Room. If we awake we’d tell them to go stuff their gear and make do with our own, thus depriving the international criminals an opportunity to enslave us whilst they enrich and steal for their larcenous bloodlines.

So who blinded us then? And how long ago did this event take place?

Well hopefully you’ve wandered through the stuff posted here after Jan 1st when I turned this obscure mind muse into Lalaland, so what I’m about to drop on you shouldn’t come as a surprise.

To try and attempt to answer the first question I pose lets try and see what kind of humanity we were. A long time ago in a forest clearing or steppe far, far away we lived hard and died young. Apparently. Though I believe the evidence suggests that natives of North America and South America lived better and healthier, were bigger and stronger and had greater life spans than the decrepit dregs of what were imprisoned in our stinking industrial cities in 18th and 19th century UKplc. In fact check out any 3rd world slum today and the denizens would be happier and healthier transported back in time 10 000 years to the High Andes I’ll wager.

Though I will admit it wasn’t all sweetness and light. I remember from the Campaigns of Alexander the description of the shore people encountered on the return from the Indus in what is now the coast of Iran leaving me in no doubt that these guys lived right on the edge of subsistence.

We also know that these ancient peoples remembered back a very, very long way. The current native residents of North America can still recite traditional stories of stars falling to Earth with an approximate date and place. Sure enough there are craters in the North American landscape that match the time and place remembered by these holy men.

Any civilization that can put together a long count and work out how long we take to cycle through the galactic plane has access to very ancient knowledge, if they didn’t generate that knowledge themselves.

If we look at the conventional narrative, that should immediately start the alarm bells ringing if you are starting to think properly, we have grunting Neanderthals wandering around in a megalithic primitive Stone Age, then Stone Age, then Bronze Age, then Iron Age and modern society. If you’ve got that then I’ll simply remark that in the short period of modern man more murder has been carried out under various guises and beliefs than in the whole of recorded human history and that the number of souls currently on the planet now exceeds all previous souls incarnate since the dawn of time.

Zo.

What Do You Believe?

My eye is drawn to the Watchers. The Watchers which Andrew Collins brought to my attention way back before the pups turned up in Trent Park. One of the themes running through our history is the destruction of our memory the cause of which I do not believe is accidental, but Oriental.

The Watchers seem a distinct group of esoteric, classically Arthur C. Clark, knowledge/magik wielders. The role they play seems akin to the legends that infest ancient belief systems about the tall bringers of civilization. Bringers of animal husbandry, crops, metals and urbanization.

Who do these shamans bring the gifts to? Our heroes of course, wandering the savannah, pampas and steppe. The well fed fellows remember them, who confidently set about carving a niche for themselves out in the Wolds. There weren’t many of them of course but that is the way things have been since the bottleneck in human numbers 70 000 years ago.

So someone thought “I’ll tell you what these guys that I espy from a far need. They need a good dose of modernity. Just like we used to do it. Then we’ll set about finding the rest of us. We need to get them ensnared in a belief system that will be mimetically complete and self replicating so that when we are gone they will continue the work”

Now just for a second let us fast forward again to present day and what do we find. We find that all the socialized health care systems have been secretly checking our DNA. That the UN health programmes that swarm all over the planet have been cataloging the DNA. Whose DNA have they been looking for?

The Watchers descendents?

That minority of our population that is the 4% path. The ones that were actually in the vast majority, say 99.9%, when they were taken down. It could be that we the present 96% or so are not the original inhabitants of the old high culture. It could be that back then we were as the Shore people that Alexander spied all those centuries ago and thanks to a disaster the ecological niche was made available for us to become the dominant part of humanity.

So they blinded us.

They blinded us with science and the arts. The time would have been the founding of the first cities and the start of the sacred voyages using trade to bring the world together again.

However I have deliberately left one thing out of this discussion which you might have picked up on.

“Why were the Watchers waiting INCOMING!!!!!!!? Why were they more like the Waiters? How long had the waited?”

Well they were waiting for our Sun and the local fabric of space time to affect our minds to their purpose I believe.

You see in the Electric Universe the human mind and its Sun are one. This is the truth taught in the mystery schools, this is the truth of astrology and tarot, hidden to the blinded.

If the nature of the Sun changes then we may leave our urban traps and take to the oceans of freedom again, we might see clearly for the first time in millennia. For all that obscures our clarity is but a thin enchanted veil held to our selfish faces.

When I was a young boy it was very clear to me that in order to understand the fuckedwitz Muppet herd around me the, unknown to me then, rules of Heisenbergian uncertainty should be observed. This infuriated those around me; they just did not understand what I was about. Now is the realization that a great need to affect the outcome is even more urgent. I knew the lie of the land; it is now time to change it, though I may never know the lie again.

Control and Uncontrol

2010-06-24T16:11:00.000-07:00

An age of self realised nothing.

Into which we wilful if not artful.

Do you remember the 1980s when we were bombarded by MSM mind sluice about how we were barging into the new economy? The new Hi-Tech economy that would see us all retire at 50? Remember that? It was all over breakfast time thelly .

The new service economy was going to liberate us. Untold leisure awaited the wise investor.

Well it certainly has liberated us. It has liberated us all of our wealth. No one is going to retire. We are split into two groups; the multi-millennial born idle who we all work for.

& We who die in the harness.

Remember this is this. You are not to notice.

We are not the service economy, this is the servant economy.

Amnesia and Cognisance

What is and what was the bargain?

The bargain was; feed the strong to get the benefits of stability.

The bargain is give us food, water and shelter and we’ll ignore the crap.

The bargain is gangster and RICO

The Bevan Boys

H/T Tom Quelch

Opposition to the Social Revolution in Britain
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Source: The Communist International, 1921, No. 16-17, pp. 99-100, (1,597 words)
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I
In Britain the capitalist class and the working-class stand almost with the definiteness of contending armies, openly opposed to each other. The class lines are clearly defined. There is no mistaking who is a capitalist and who is a workman, who is rich and who is poor. The organisation of rich class is almost complete. The capitalists are banded together in their Chambers of Commerce, their masters’ and manufacturers’ associations. The workmen are organised in their powerful trade unions, or, as they are now, industrial Unions; such as the Miners’ Federation of Great Britain, the National Union of Railwaymen, the Iron and Steel Trades’ Confederation, the Amalgamated Society of Engineers and the Transport Workers’ Federation.
While there remain many workers outside the trade-unions, for all vital and effective purposes—as in all vital industries—the organised workers dominate the situation. That is to say, that while the industries of the country could be run without the unorganised workers, they could not be run without the trade unionists.
Outside of these two main classes there is a nebulous mass of professional men, literati, commercial travellers, petit-bourgeoisie, hangers-on of the capitalist system. This mass is reactionary, corrupt, just raised above the proletariat by lying and cheating. It provides recruiting material for White Guard organisations; for middle-class unions, etc.
II
The British capitalist class is the most astute, the most cunning, the most resourceful and the proudest ruling class in the world. It has been made so by centuries of experience of robbery and pillage and piracy in all parts of the world. It has learnt to “govern” by possessing colonies in every corner of the earth. The past five years of outrage, rapine and murder in Ireland would seem to point to the truth of the maxim “that statesmen never learn.” It knows how to create the atmosphere of liberty, and yet rule and rob with an iron hand. It knows how to manipulate democracy. It knows how to have “freedom of speech” and “freedom of the Press” which is no freedom. It knows how to break up and disperse incipient revolt. It knows how to corrupt leaders of the masses in India, in Egypt, in South Africa and at home. It knows how to purchase Labour leaders with honours, flattery, social position, money. It possesses a wide and profound knowledge of the economic and political forces. It possesses a secret service well and elaborately organised. British commercial and secret agents are perhaps the best equipped and the best supplied of all such creatures, and their number is tremendous. They are to be found everywhere.
Such a ruling class, naturally, knows well the art of protecting itself, both from internal revolt and external attack. Of all political policies, the policy of Britain has been the most Machiavellian, the most perfidious, the most cunning. Is not capitalist Britain known among the nations as “perfidious Albion”? How often has Britain encouraged Continental nations to fly at each others’ throats so that they should remain weak and leave her in a position of dominance? And how often have the working-class revolts at home been either cunningly betrayed and dispersed, or crushed and drenched in blood?
The British capitalist class has at disposal, first: all the “forces of the State.” These forces comprise Parliament, a well-organised bureaucracy, a strong judiciary, a powerful police, and the Army and the Navy. The Army is no longer a conscript army, but a volunteer army, an army that is kept in barracks and apart from the people. The Navy—the pride of the ruling class—is even more isolated from the masses. Only occasionally do the sailors, those fine sons of the working class, get leave to go ashore. Such leave is usually spent, in the ports—like Portsmouth. Chatham, Dover, Liverpool or Glasgow—and is usually a time of morbid excitement quite natural after so much confinement on board the battleships.
Secondly; the British capitalist class has at its disposal a powerful and wonderful Press. The capitalist newspapers of Britain are like no others in the world. They are unique, and their hold over the masses is supreme. Every morning and evening these newspapers circulate in millions amongst the workers, colouring their outlook on life, determining largely their political opinions, fashioning their thoughts, moulding their minds to a servile acceptance of things as they are or as the controllers of these mouthpieces of capitalism desire them to be. “Give me control of Fleet Street”—the centre of the British Press,—“and we will have a revolution in a couple of weeks,” said Robert Williams at a recent meeting in London. Williams was right. If Communists controlled the “Daily Mail”, the “Daily Mirror,” the “Daily News,” the “Daily Sketch,” the “Daily Chronicle” and the rest of the capitalist newspapers for two weeks, there would undoubtedly be a revolution, so great is their influence. The capitalists realise their strength in this connection. That is why in Britain there is only one daily newspaper—the “Daily Herald”—claiming to represent the working-class movement, and why the weekly journals of the workers are so small.
Thirdly, the British capitalist class has its interests defended by numerous religious and semi-religious organisations—from the State Church to the Wesleyan Brotherhood movements. Religion, as such, has very little interest for the masses, but many of these organisations possess thousands of members, and influence them, because they provide a social milieu, gathering places, clubs, gymnasia, games, concerts, etc.
By these various means the capitalist class in Britain holds down the masses.
III
But Britain also has, in great superfluity, its Mensheviks and social traitors and misleaders of the workers. They are not so well educated as the same breed on the European Continent—there is, for instance, all the difference in the world between Arthur Henderson and Emile Vandervelde. The one is a stodgy narrow-minded, rather puritanical man of mediocre attainments, while the other is a thinker of no mean order. Yet—apart from Ramsay MacDonald and Philip Snowden, who are Mensheviks sans phrase—Arthur Henderson is the leader of the misleaders. He represents the type—for the British Labour leaders are a type peculiar to themselves. In the majority of cases they have no knowledge of Socialist thought, next to no knowledge of the history of the working-class movement, and possess all the insular prejudices and heavy-headedness of the mass of their compatriots. The British Labour leaders usually develop through, first, their trade union branches, then the district councils of their trade unions, and then on to their executive committees. Their progress enables them to develop fluent speech, a genial spirit, usually very superficial, and a degree of cunning.
We have stated elsewhere that the British capitalists’ first line of defence is these Labour leaders.
The strange fact about the Labour leaders is that they do not “lead”. They call themselves leaders. The Right Hon. J.H. Thomas, for instance, and the Right Hon. Arthur Henderson frequently refer to themselves, either openly or by inference, as leaders. But they do not lead. They retard. They check. They hold back. They are used by the capitalist class to prevent any forward movement on the part of the workers.
As soon as there is rumour of discontent, in the factories, mines or mills, or the threat of a strike, these leaders are trotted along to the dissatisfied area, there to use their powers of persuasion, their diplomacy, their cunning, to ensure the smooth running of the industrial machinery.
The Government spent thousands of pounds on Labour leaders during the war, and thousands are still being spent on them. At trade union congresses and important Labour conferences, when the shambles of France and Flanders were soaked with the blood of British workers, when, every day, thousands were sent to their death, it was possible for anyone who knew the working-class movement to pick out the leaders and to tell what Government Committees they were on—paid Government Committees then sprang up like mushrooms—and, if one had inquired deeply enough, one could have told something concerning the amount of money these men were receiving for their support of the brutal war policy of the British capitalist class. These Labour leaders bargain their influence with the masses to the ruling class for social position, honours and money. In this respect they are like the plebs leaders of old Rome who frequently betrayed the plebeians to the patricians. The reputations of these Labour leaders are enhanced by the capitalist Press—which lavishes great praise on their wisdom, their sanity, their sound patriotism. They are feted and dined by the capitalists. When the capitalists consider them safe and reliable instruments, they are made Right Honourables—members of the King’s Privy Counci1—and C.B.E.’s and O.B.E.’s, and generally loaded with social distinctions. The leaders of the British Labour Party—The Right Hon. Arthur Henderson, the Right Hon. J.R. Clynes, the Right Hon. J.H. Thomas and so on—are most honourable men, as is also the secretary of the Trades Union Congress—the Right Hon. C.W. Bowerman.
As a matter of fact, the working-class movement in Britain is enmeshed with the webs woven by men “honoured” and paid by the capitalist class. Mainly recruited from the trade union bureaucracy, much advertised in the newspapers, generally less keen-witted than their masters, they readily play the part of Judas.

Harold Shipman

Gravestones

More gravestones

Witch gravestones.

Any comments?

That is because the next round of cull is going to be so appalling there is no language to describe it.

Free.

The Entropy of Ignorance.

2010-06-21T16:39:00.000-07:00

Whatever is written, mouthed, signalled or screened you can be sure that a great osmotic stillness is at work on your life.

If there is a place of knowledge then you can be sure that dark mattered particles of ignorance will work their way through the membrane of your life. Or will be carried in the diplomat's pouch to infect your daily life. Either way the contagion will reveal itself in your poverty and ignorance. Though you will not give it credence.

If in the next few years you find yourself alone it is because you never understood the Wii.

The we is a great contagion space where the affliction meme Romes free and strikes the victim with happiness.

If you’ve ever wished to improve your lot in the allotted space then a great conundrum will immediately stair you down.

What tribute to give?

Easy if you receive tribute. However a tad more ticklish if you do not believe in tribute.

What if you are free and wish only to have intercourse with the free?

What if the free are not free? What if the satraps are constricted? What if the tyrant is unfree?

What if there is no entropy?

Only the Oligarchopomorphic Global Anarchy.

This is where I object.

Just to make this clear and unhidden in clear sight, I am postulating that there is a directed human intelligence that intends to cover its quiet objective in as much violence as possible.

It will throw sand in your eyes at every and any opportunity.

There are too many false flagged to count now. However that is not a problem. There is only one eventuality for the parasite no matter how adjusted and normalised.

Death.

Eventually we stare it down,

However we take the hits as always.

Remember your flag, it will count soon, it flags your certainty in the anarchy.

Get your nostrils flaring. The smell of the turncoat is ubiquitous and unmistakable.

It wears the smile of dead people.

Aardvark and Sage.

2010-06-16T06:46:00.000-07:00

One Ball Radio has shut down.

However I knew the main man would take a shot quite soon. I did so hope he’d goal for it at his new place.

Sure enough I wander over to his (re)new(ed) site and the first blast is at the main event.

“I have said many times that the masses are controlled by the ‘symbolism’ and the ‘geometry’ that they subconsciously 'take in'. I have said many times that our physical reality is created by our thoughts. I have said in my books and articles that we also carry out spiritually binding vows through prayer and hymns (even those that open football tournaments). I have also said previously that stadiums and other locations used for global events are linked together. I have always said that the enslavement of the human race is created through the worship of the SUN and the symbolism behind its creation. (I also give explanations as to why worshipping the sun is so important) I have stated many times that multi- dimensional entities and their agents on Earth (the Serpent Cult) control the human race by manipulation of the collective consciousness and by using ritualistic trickery.”

Now you know me, too much aardvark and I will ask for some more zebra. Too much kafir lime and I want the sage. Contrary. Well Matthew gives us the full spectrum of succulent morsels and twanging seasonings and from his menu you can place the number on the others chefs and cooks at the alter/altar.

In you go, see you on the other side of the recipe.

Enjoy.

Pyramid sense & nonsense.

2010-06-16T02:04:00.000-07:00

Here’s Andrew Collins having a bit of a yak. Very interesting stuff too, from one of my faves.

Two points though.

He links the Emerald Tablets and Hall of Records. Andrew may the gods bless you but no. The Tablets are control devices; they are technology for use by males and have nothing to do with the HoR.

That great obfuscator, bullshitter, autoerotic manhandler & gate keeper Dr What’s Your Real Handle Hawass sticks his oar in as always. He’s nothing but one of the control devices to keep us away and off scent. I’ll bet I know where his bread is buttered all right. And the mention of Cayce just adds to the bollox. Come on Andrew you are better than that. No one predicts, who has been exposed to the Affliction, they simply predictively programme us. Alan Watt can tell us all about that.

Enjoyable and good info all round and I’ll be parking a copy of his latest on the bookshelves here in the Catacombs.

Eclectic Universe

2010-06-09T16:04:00.000-07:00

Ever gazed into the eyes of a dead thing? Ever gazed into the eyes of a wolf? Then you know what I mean, no words need be spoken. Ever wondered why you see? Ever wondered why you would need to see? What do you see and why?

Repeatable experimentation is the basis of our modern world view. Essentially the mantra is “If I’m to give credence to what you are saying, write it down, show me the method, if I can repeat it independently, then you’ll get my attention.” That way all the jiggery pokery and fakiry can be sorted from the wheat. Over generations the scientific method was refined and the great wonders of science were revealed and engineered for our betterment.

This process gave us mighty works from the likes of Newton, Curie, Dirac and the award winning big brains over the centuries steeped in the Madrassas.

What happens though if that is all wrong, what happens if under certain circumstances what you see is what you effect?

Let me give this a bit of torque steer.

The number of universal constants being “discovered” has kind of petered off. Newton’s got one; Planck’s got one etc. Arrived at all through the repeatable experimentation process. What if these are local constants? What happens if they are constants for a limited period of time and that limited period of time just happens to encapsulate all of our known history? Well what we are allowed to know about our known history.

I read a little while back something along the lines of the fact that the Vatican get the inside track on all astronomical observations, not just its own looking glasses.

I thought, “Interesting, must park that away in then grey matter somewhere tidily for later use.”

There are a lot of other things beside terrestrial telescopes staring at the sky. Is it all routed through the Ex Nazi’s desk top before we get a squeak?

How’s about this one IRAS or this Chandra, maybe this WISE?

Whatever; that’s a lot of observing going on by quiet people who keep things quiet.

Fans of the Electric Universe will now be getting the drift here. Scientific observation is dependent on the tools at our disposal. What if our tools aren’t big enough, sensitive enough or ingenious enough for us to spot that the current model of our Solar System and indeed Universe, is wrong. Or at least needs a major overhaul.

What if the constants change as our local part of the universe, our spiral arm moves or our spiral arm changes our solar system’s basic physics as we move through the area near the spiral arm itself.

Within the past week a big hit was observed on Jupiter. That’s our other star, our goal keeper.

That was a perturbation.

Something might be diddling with the Solar System.

Voyager is already helping to change the model we had. So what if something has popped through the Heliopause?

If you are thinking Electric then that means charges exchange and a current/plasma in our reality. If you’ve got your head around scalar and torsion physics described at Tom Bearden’s place then you’ll expect the Sun to manifest changes even before the agent arrives. Changes transmitted through the underlying fabric of 4D at supra light speed, almost instantly.

This will have you soiling your underwear. Forget the Gulf spill. What Gulf?

Just saying that’s all. Our ancestors saw it and recorded it on cave walls and stone carvings.

There is no global warming, there is no AGW, there is no Earth pole shift symbiotic with the Sun flipping its polarity. What’s happening is that we’ve been given a new instrument to check out a more accurate natural philosophy right here on our door step.

The constants may be changing. We might not survive though.

Just saying that’s all.

If that is so then the Affliction’s science is going to break down. Universal constants and the Laws of Physics are a manifestation of Admiralty. They box us and keep us trapped. Just where we are wanted.

How big the change? Who knows but it should be amazing. We might even get to use the redundant 90% of our DNA and unleash our minds. We might really make observational and repeatable scientific method redundant.

If it happens that is?

Just saying.

Boom

2010-06-07T18:00:00.000-07:00

Older than time.

The new is the old id.

Alchemy.

Ballotechnics.

Sweep

2010-06-06T16:29:00.000-07:00

All ships chronometers are reset.

In the great aggregations of the reality we amount to nothing. In the vast constructs within which we live our lives each one of us is as never. Yet within the framework we work so assiduously to fancy and hang our souls there lives a light and we feed its non existence. Every day, every way and we do it willingly. It lives despite us and seeks to favour and flavour our indifference.

If I’ve tried to do anything since I wondered out to alter the state of things then I hope I’ve got you trying to see the World as “they” do. Now don’t misunderstand the “they”. This is not TPTB or Rock/Roth or Bilderbergers. As I’ve repeated many times “If you can put a handle to it then it is just stage scenery”.

I give as an example Richard Holbrooke. I’ve given you a heads up on what this genocidal maniac is really up to as UN nosferatu. What is his real handle? He attended the Bilderberg love in this weekend. Why was he there? Did he savour the delights of the Corby trouser press in his massively appointed State room? You know the Corby trouser press? Two serfs are waterboarded in close proximity over a sustained period for the pleasure of the elite’s sartorial elegance. Did he prance around his room and then compare creases with the other degenerates at dinner. Did he nudge Queen B and ask her to feel the sharpness of his red hot trouserings?

No.

He’s there to fuck about and check the pedigree of the next bunch of pig swilling “leaders” that will be invited soon to continue the pony show. No doubt great catalogues of DNA profiles stolen from the socialised medical systems and insurance scams from all over the world would have been scrutinized so that the ideal mounting of pleasurable organs can be arranged.

Bastards or not.

No the “they” can never be known; to know them is not to love them. To see them is to be blinded. To hear them is to be amnesiac. The “they” are only detected by revelation at a distance.

So this heaves into view. It isn’t Capability Brown but it is a marker. RIBA

So let’s get a movin’ who else do we know?

Rev Sun Myung Moon

Aquifer.

Ever wondered why it takes so long to do anything? Go on then check the IP . The date you are looking for is Nov 2003. Synthetic rubber and petroleum my arse.

In order to get your head round this approach you must realise that one second of “they” time is one hundred years here. Just like London Underground and Transport not for London.

Consuming great chunks of time at an instant will bring you to the inescapable conclusion that there is a continuum of action. Though by no means intelligent, it does seem to be intent on surviving at our leisure. How to tell? There is the Turing test, but that fails every item of political discourse. There are the laws of robotics and there are the four principles of artificial life. The last one requires a means of passing on information to the next generation.

However what if the “they” is immortal?

Polaris

2010-06-05T18:20:00.000-07:00

Once, very kindly, hinted I may be misanthropic.

No.

I am simply a very keen student of misanthropy in all its forms.

I’m watching.

I know it is going to get shittier….

2010-06-05T18:05:00.000-07:00

.. but they can all go fuck themselves.

Seriously I think the control of the mob is breaking down and that means the Affliction is
Vulnerable.

Enjoy

And again.

Enjoy.

The Rothschild Corporate Enmity is nothing but a land Pirate Ship

Go on search what I think about pirate ships.

Bwahahahahah.

When was the last time a cut throat delivered a child unless it was Hollywood? When was the last time a panda bear cub wiped your disabled child’s arse unless on Hollywood.

HAHAHAHAHAAH.

Las rain to Clarkston

2010-06-04T17:28:00.000-07:00

This is what we do. We are not born out of time.

Some times it is hard to realise this simple fact. We never were.

We navigate. In nothing.

We navigate in sunshine and shadow. Light bearing.

We do not stand still. Though others do not.

We have choice. We have no habit. They have habit and are not born.

We do not look back. Only an Angel might.

Habit is set in stone. For now.

We were created in the now with free will. No free will will separate the Gold.

We are mutable and error. Unmistakable in our joy.

Our love is very, very difficult. Our mark.

That is what we do. Not unknown.

Welcome all. As they welcome us.

Enjoy.

Now that is settled. Can anyone tell me who has sold all the Admiralty maps to the ChiComms?

Go on then. Who owns the Corporations then?

Go on, gowan, gowan, gowan, GOWANN!!!!!!

Be careful of what you hate for & never wish upon a failing Star.

2010-06-01T06:00:00.000-07:00

If we stand back and put on our millennial trifocals we spy a terrible pitfall awaiting the glass house dwellers and the unwary of foot.

I mentioned a little while back it is striking that there has been a very recent upsurge in the amount of negative reportage released into the MSM and nonMSM about the Rothschild Corporate Entity. The new base of operations centred on Tel Aviv which has been instrumental in the removing of industrial capability & scientific knowledge from the West and the transfer of wealth from ordinary Westerners into the hands of the fraternal Book followers of the dunes.

This recent upsurge in negative coverage has marched hand in hand with a very serious raising in intensity of the outrages actually perpetrated by the Corporate Entity’s enforcers upon the weak and unarmed of the world.

Why has this twinned process occurred now?

If you think that this is a non trivial question then you are awake to a long prepared automated trap.

Where to start? Which dogs did not bark? Of the dogs that bark, which are ducks?

Well a bunch of backward bog dwelling Nazi’s, trained by the COMINTERN in terrorist techniques, resistance fighters to you and me (and have you ever checked out the Pripyet Marshes? Harsh, I don’t think I’m being hyperbolic). These clowns, unwanted in the US of A, simply got on with doing what they were up to in the Pale but with a bit more sunshine and dynamite. Commie fuckedwitz.

Zionist, Kazars, Terrorists? All the names distract from the actuality. TPTB told Roth to build them a base of off operations in newly freed up Ottoman land to further an agenda that has been working through for the past 1500 years or so.

What is the agenda?

Answer.

Where are the dead?

The danger is not realising that there is a memetic dynamic at work which we are part of. I’m not saying that there is not a certain enjoyment to be had by those perpetrating these crimes in carrying out their assigned roles. Go on, go ask Soros how much money he swiped from his branch of the Trinity before sending them off to the camps, go on. No. The reality is that the Corporate Entity is simply carrying out its natural programming, just as security might in any of the foreboding and ghastly unwelcoming fortresses in the magic squares of any of the world’s great fiat money cities. They are indeed chosen to carry out their assigned role of intergenerational security and for that a genetic and memetic quarantine is required.

We, if we are not very careful, will lend further weight to the increasingly manic automatic degeneracy that will accompany any fierce focus on the perpetrators. They are being used as a great hate feeding dipole into the Noosphere. That is their assigned role, always was always will be, in the spiritual realm. They draw hate energy from the other two parts of the Trinity and despite our degradation; we in the Christian third will supply the fullest amount of that hate. That is our inescapable function if we are not awake to the trap.

Deafened in The Cacoffinic Void

Which dogs did not bark? The dogs that are owned and seek to clothe their studied objectivity with an alternate focus. Agreed that I would not expect the Online Journal of Axle Greasers to comment on the activities of Long John Silver hijacking and killing on the high seas. However the polito blogs out here that do not hear are revealed as nothing more than subsumed satrapies. Sterling in their Ernest debate on so many other subjects that they would bury their gaze in.

And the ducks? Watch the carefully crafted surgings and emetic styling of the ducks for they will lead and drive you to the allotted outcome and date with fate. Pulsing the waves of hate with these continuous probings and thrustings into our spiritual peace. A process designed to make us uncaring for ourselves and others. We, every one of us have been deliberately atomised with a view to conquest corporally and annihilation spiritually. However that means we are sovereign. What we believe is the truth now. Realisation of that simple fact will lead to a massive body count as the dependents die off. Truly the work of evil minds and as always a precursor to the cursed death of millions. Seemingly balanced in outlook, or rabid in their bent, the ducks all outpour into a sewer that they are blind to. Once in the debate you seal your fate.

There is an unrealised though deeply felt motive in the deadly ballet being squared around our circle of friends. The fact that so much time and effort is spent on the actions and statements of these pathetic immature actors in the gargantuan stage of their tiny minds tells us that we are falling into the trap.

Spiritual Onanism.

Without prompting, more than once, those never afflicted have exclaimed to me that the societal residue, within which they find themselves, far from home, is nothing but a selfish lament. The thoughtful non afflicted see clearly the selfish centred nothingness that is the vacant core of all the Trinity. Whether it be Kazari Magik, Roman Spellings or Meccan Wiccan. They are all utterly selfish and reveal themselves by their actions and thoughts to be nothing. A devilishly cunning nothing, but still void. So it has seemed to me since I was a child and the comfort of strangers has confirmed my deepest musings.

If a very steady gaze is focussed on all three of these psychopathys a very clear non Heisenbergian opinion can be formed about their base nature. They are purely temporal. They are all a guide to survival on Earth and have not the slightest aspect of the spiritual about their essence, no matter how loudly they protest otherwise or cloak their foul stench in the sweetest incense sandalwood boxed. They are truly devil’s spawn and their birthings in the second part of the first millennium AD is no coincidence. Something brought them back into play to counter their opposition and destroy the spiritual dimension of humanity.

That is correct you read that faithfully. They are all the same. They are co-conspirators in human misery. They are in it together. Hate any one and you unwittingly hate the other two and this is the sweetest part, which means that if you belong to either part of the affliction you will spend all your energies on nothing. Clever. Maniacal and oh so typical of the set up.

So what is the plan?

The agenda is ongoing since the Trinity started their work on killing off Byzantium. It has never stopped and the clearest manifestation of that in modern times is the fate of Russia. Again look closely and you can see the clearly revealed objective of killing off as many non adherents to the affliction as possible. In fact taking a good long stare at the vehicle designed to do the killing and it is clear that what really stuck in the craws of TPTB was a clear threat to their whole enterprise being revealed as Earth worship by a religion that truly was spiritual and unworldly. Petty jealousy and insecurity all rolled up into a genocidal godless killing machine run by atheists. Hahahahahahahaaaa. Atheists, fuckwitz. Atheists, they are the ones sitting in the corner sucking their thumbs and gurgling down their bibs, crying out for their mommy because reality is just too difficult for them.

This has not stopped.

All the fucking around in every part of the globe is a deliberate ploy to ramp up the tension, fear and uncertainty. As Icke would say it is stirring up the primitive centres of the brain. Oh yes TPTB know how to pull our strings all right, they’ve been at it for millennia. All the primitive emotions, all the visceral reflexes, all the dark psychology arrayed against us to ensure that the agenda continues. An MSM fully primed to pump doom and gloom 24/7, hate and mind meld, obfuscation and confusion, leaderless leadership and falsity.

The affliction hates peace.

Look away.

Wherever this is touched off, be it NE Asia, SW Asia or Asia Minor and Babylon the whole point is to rub out the guys who can actually point the finger at any member of Trinity snuff film society and laugh. A good hearty laugh that says “I know you lot are full of shit.”

God they hate that, being laughed at. It offends their godless god, the Red Man.

We will contribute to this endgame if we do not stop and look carefully at the actors and their assigned roles. We cannot throw rocks in this glass house because that is what we are supposed to do. That is why the proddings and the set ups.

Heads up.

Ahhhh.....

2010-05-31T16:34:00.000-07:00

.....keeping it together despite the foundation bitchboy.

Hancock trys to keep it real.

Heheheheee

Wonderful to behold the work of their monied agents.

If you've paid attention to the mindburp here you'd know how the "miracles" might have come to pass.

How much longer can we take the treason?

2010-05-29T09:31:00.000-07:00

Viewed from the very peculiar low probability density state that is the world of INCOMING!!!!!!! the past 250 years has been an attempt to remove Northern Europeans from the map.

Or viewed from a different locus the past century has been a way of transferring wealth from the doers to the layabouts using the vehicle of petroleum products.

From the secret maps, you know the ones I keep telling you exist, and they do! I’ve got a pet Eigenfunction that gives me their likely states. You know the secret maps that existed before we pitched up, the ones without us on them, I love maps, and they tell you so much about what’s going on in Groove Town. Here’s a prediction based on observation of the way the world has turned in the past. Any straight line on any map will be erased. Go on that’s what Iraq was about. Iraq doesn’t exist in the secret maps.

Let me tell you a little of what these secret maps are. They belong to a very tight intergenerational Coven. A Coven that has never been seen, witnessed or directly heard from. The maps show what the Coven’s dominion was and how it should be put back together again. If you believe any of the crap that we are dished up as educashun, shun it. TPTB don’t bother with that detritus, they’ve been given a sketch of the real world by the map keepers. The Coven give instructions to the help, the help informs the staff, the staff detail the door keeps and the door keeps bend a messenger’s ear. Then the messenger journeys with a sketch for TPTB who release agents that whisper in Rock/Roth’s shell like in a dark and desolate place who needs whacked.

Notice in that little vignette that no one is getting a good vibe except the Coven. Bwahahahahaaaa!!!

Come on!!!! If you or I wandered around the world what would we do?

I know what I’d do; I’d pitch up and stay for a while. In fact with a group of like minded individuals we’d go round in a band and sort things out. We wouldn’t need food; the generosity of locals would fill our bellies. We wouldn’t need shelter, the vehicle we travelled in would suffice, however I’m sure that the good will of our hosts would see us sleeping under the stars safely enough. We wouldn’t need to worry about the company we kept because of the natural generosity shown to strangers. We wouldn’t thirst since the wine of love is indeed free.

However in any area deeply affected by the affliction we would need to tread carefully at first.

There would be no urgency, just a steady progression as the numbers involved became overwhelming and at last all want was banished from this earth. The affliction was eradicated.

However that very process of doing good would trash the secret maps. It would rewrite the unwritten and banish all lines, straight or otherwise, all demarcations, all dominions, and all restrictions and defeat the programme to divide and conquer us through false maps, false dogma, false law, ersatz statute and mind stun.

To those who would ask us to remember Malthus’ stark strictures I would answer that before we start killing people we should stop waste. The waste of ceremony and ritual inherent and deliberately inculcated into our everyday lives.

The waste can be named?

Any Central Party Committee, Bilderberg, COMINTERN, Five Year Plan, Synod, Trade Negotiations, UN, Oscars Night, BAFTAs…you get the idea. These scum have no intention of ever working, but they expect the rest of us to slave away to furnish their life styles through the trickery constructed and named trade. Trade as I’ve mentioned before should be viewed correctly as a sacrament bestowed on the initiated, restricted to that group and imbued with a missionary zeal to bring the planet under the One Word World.

I, as I’ve mentioned before, have no quibble with a New World Order, a unified humanity with all the borders and false constructs blown away. Free peoples going about their peaceful business untrammelled by fascists and communitarian fools. What I do have a big problem with is having some bunch of oh so smart dullards and lazy bitchboys swilling the best champers and scoffing the best caviar and then telling me this is how we’ve decided, after long and hard study, its going to be, sunshine. It is for you own good, we know best, since we made you ignorant, “You toil, we’ll play”, for ever and ever….burp!!!

So take down the bitchboys and their circus first before you start telling the bitches how many sproggs to drop in the killing fields.

The act of doing good and the universe knows good, will attract the attentions of the map keepers’ agents. The Coven will despatch our dispatchers. Imagine the scenes that would attend a truly revolutionary example of freedom. Ordinary people from the richer parts of the world would travel swiftly and inexpensively to places in immediate need. Got that? Just pitch up with a rucksack, your own knowledge, good will and off you go. Stop and improve the lot of those you meet, and return. Your place taken by similar people from all over the world when your time is up. Repeated until the local population reach a self sustaining level of improvement in their condition.

No borders, no visas, no check point Charlies, no border guards, no government permission sought, not notice to anyone other than those immediately in need.

You even think about that, and you’ll need over unity energy systems, and the UN, FBI, CIA, MI5, MOSSAD, FSB, MAFIA, any number of false flag charities, rabid religionistas…in fact a multitude of RICO agencies fronting for the map Keepers and the Coven will lead pill you pronto.

The only people in the world who are allowed to behave as we would like, unbound and restriction free, are the trade initiates. Diplomatic covered trade. You are thinking coal, iron ore, automobiles, electronics, iPod and Pea Pods. Aren’t you? Well that’s just the cover for sacramental trade. The Coven’s trade that seeks to bring the world under one word. The trade in human misery.

Look closely. Where ever there is human degradation and misery you will find the Coven’s chosen suites striding of their vehicles unhindered going to their place of worship and celebrating the sacrament of trade.

Anyone that talks of trade, markets and capital is a peddler in human misery. Don’t listen to their silken words it is all hypnotic rhetorical magic.

You know who I mean.

They are not of us.

This brings me to the initial point of this diatribe.

Every stinking institution on this planet has gone RICO.

Just how complicit is our leadership in the treasonous destruction of European civilisation? Or has our leadership been killed off with a view to leaving us open to infiltration by a bunch of commie bitchboys who are all non European?

Can you seriously imagine the political economy of China letting a guy from Greenock run the shop? What about Indonesia? Would they like a slob from Acapulco’s slums or The Barrios giving out the decrees and statutes? India? Could Nannook of the North get elected and start burning turbans? Go on then South Africa? How’s about Sanjagiin Bayar from Ulan Bator stepping up to the crease for a bit of legislative purging?

These guys still have their leadership intact, for better or worse, the lineage hasn’t been shattered. Ours has.

How can David Cameron being descended from Moses possibly enter into the political calculus? Who was the psychopathic entity identified as Moses then? A reed warbler? A lamb worrier from the Delta? What ever, that certainly is not Northern European. In fact it is definitely not Indo-European. So what the fuck is going on? Why am I not hearing about how the potential leaders of the UKplc body politic are descended from Brian Boru, or a lad who’s lineage is stout English Yeoman.

Either way something is being signalled here and it smells of treason. We are not going to get any real change. I.e. our individual circumstances improving through our own effort. No; that would require freedom. That is anathema. What we are going to get is a slow anaesthetising into slavery. Listen to the fools, Moses basket cases or not, talking about the living wage; of what? £7/hr. How’s that going to get you anything when the pound sterling is worth less than toilet tissue? We are supposed to think that this is a safety net for the minority that have no skills. No fuckedwitz!!!!! This is the stipend that ALL but the chosen are to be given because there will be no more work soon because there is no more money!!!! Slave masters await. Just like we got a slow de-industrialisation disguised as modernisation and freeing the market, so we’ll get chains slowly slipped over out ankles and wrists as the freedom is drained away from us as the boy Moses decides what we can and cannot do every waking, sleeping, unborn and newly dead moment of our lives.

This is treasonous, it is an affront to our dignity and the way we fight back starts right here right now.

Whilst you can still vote check the background of the fuckers.

Anyone that came up the Nile on a banana boat; don’t vote for them.

Anyone that talks all day about trade; don’t vote for them.

Anyone that seeks to stop/restrict your movement, NO MATTER THE EXCUSE; don’t vote for them.

Anyone that seeks to control what you say, see, write, think, draw or cogitate, again NO MATTER WHAT THE EXCUSE; don’t vote for them.

Add that stuff to everything that I listed in the Rigorous Voting Method

Away from the political stage follow Fausty’s advice on depriving any corporate or corporation of its life blood. Fiat fancy money.

Most of all don’t forget, make sure you put it all out here for all to see and let everyone know what is really happening out here in Groove Town.

Gelt and Gold

2010-05-28T15:21:00.000-07:00

Heads up.

Kerry keeps it together for once.

More Tellinger.

Affliction

2010-05-25T16:01:00.000-07:00

The following has nothing to do with God and everything to do with an evil bunch of piss takers that think they’ve got away with it. It has nothing to do with The Pure Nephilim or the Enlil-Eve hybrids. It has all to do with the Red Man. It has to do with the beliefs of a bunch of wannabees. Part of the pure humans and what they hide. These deluded fools seek to associate themselves with the other two greater parts of the bloodlines. They feel themselves better than the rest of us. They believe themselves chosen and redeemable. Well if you believe that you were chosen by a God to be a bunch of cunts for all existence well…you complete that thought. It doesn’t matter if the beliefs have any substance. They are believed unthinkingly, unquestioningly, because it gives the fools a hardon. What matters is that the beliefs are believed and are so powerful they are almost superior to genetics in their tenacity to leech the particular servant human soul. I suppose it basically relates to the mystery schools because I’ll bet that initiates there get to find out about the real deal after trial and test.

The art of sifting the real, not the truth, the real from the elaborate fiction woven as truth over the past tens of millennia is not simply germane to the ancient past. It has an actuality, immediate and startling to the thoughtful modern. The realisation that something as simple as an accidental abandonment from the Mediterranean and from the orient could explain the basis for the trouble in Northern Ireland. That surrender to a new god would precipitate the resurrection of the old god in three separate parts of the ancient world in the midst of the first millennium AD. Leading to millions of dead all over the world building to a crescendo in the past two centuries. That there is most likely never a peaceful existence on any part of this planet once visited by the affliction until the maniacal ancient scheming is put back together or the universe changes and acts on the subtleties of the human spirit, just as it seems to have done in the past, remembered in a Golden Age.

What seems to be certain about these clowns is that they like the trinity though they profess monotheism.

AdamS posted a nice piece about what may have been a beleif system of ancient Europeans before the affliction turned up. This ties in with Tsarion’s insistence that civilisation moved from West to East. Not, as we have been taught, from East to West. I was banging on about the ancient Indo-European migrations last year. There must have been a corresponding reaction to this arrival. My eyes move to the area of SE Asia for the source of that dynamic. However if we watch the see-saw of history closer to home we can also view a resultant tension between a North-South axis and this West-East axis that is present to this very day. All of it resolved again in the Rothschild Corporate Entity. That is not a nation, it is a base of operations.

Why is this?

As I’ve often hinted at before there is one way of viewing our historical experience that is at total variance with the given narrative.

This may bring self realisation to the fore.

What if our whole society is just one massive experiment? What if we are genetically disposed to playing the role of test subject? Eustace Mullins once remarked that Christianity seemed marked by the unique prospectus that it could change the world and change it for the better. However there is also a price to pay. Who is it that is changed the most? Who is it that has been morphed into a wandering, leaderless corpus?

Our Western experience is mirrored in two siblings. Both suffering blight and manifest destiny. An end that changes each as the other changes, whether in quality, spirit or substance. Destruction takes place as the universe flows and the Earth supplies the dead.

A seemingly unique trajectory that separates and unites in Jerusalem.

What happens if that singular arc is a fabrication comprising initial conditions and a finite experiential run time? An experiential terminus that either restores the ancient or brings forth a new spirit from the Aether. A new Sep Tepi.

Will the killing stop?

No?

Well let’s take a look at the initial conditions then.

Currently any and all institutions will attract the perverts and criminals. Like cities they provide the necessary cover for nefarious activities. That is an iron rule of religious oligarchy. Burn the candle at both ends, we are consumers after all, and the languid will arise to steal your breath whilst you bend. I mentioned the practice at work 5,500 years ago when I was asking about just what is the philosophy of money we practice, and why, in January. What are the so called leaders, drivers and prophets of this collection of soul harvesters actually all about?

Tír Na Saor gave us a heads up on this short video about people farming.

That is Astronomy.

At the Threshing Floor there is an interesting discussion about the ancient history and recent spread of NAOHide. The Noahide Laws, The LORD’s Calendar, and The Killing of the Multitude

That is spirit.

This is not likely to adhere adherents either.

One, looking backward, forever covets the future. One, static though slowly changing seeks to still the heavens. One, always mutable challenges the pyrrhic future.

All spent.

Spirit. Astronomy. Alchemy.

Has the alchemy been captured. If so then 2/3rds of the magic is now in one thirds keep. Though cleverly the guys that set the scheme up know that you cannot do anything without all the knowledge in one place and the conditions are just so. The tragedy of each of the three constituent parts is that the drive to annihilate the other only weakens the actor and revives the victim. It is deeply spiritual and a non physical phenomena.

What do you believe?

Unfortunately for those caught in the progress of the affliction, the body count gets bigger and bigger. Go count the bodies. Here is Gideon Polya again . These dead people are as a result of the normal administration of this rabid belief system on the planet. The attrition is measured in proportions. They know that less than 5% is their target. All the rest is expendable. The number of bodies does not matter, that’s why numerology is so important to them. The agenda realizes that 2 dead on date 35/5 is no more important that 20 billions dead on date 45.600. There are no calendars, there are no calendrical calculations. There is only a count system and the survivors who will await the return of the old days and their god. So forget 2012. Forget significant dates. Like the religious calendars constructed to keep the Herd Attention Space illuminated these are simply ritual and ceremony. The true worship is centered on esoteric knowledge. Secrets of the count system.

Dead people that we would share ice creams with on a hot summer’s day, or a rough shag in the bicycle shed, do not count in the count.

Dead people do not matter.

Only the restoration of what was.

What was the Affliction?

Their god is not, never has been, never will be, and never could be….God.

Just think about that. Everyone who is a follower, whether let into the secret or not, of the Book is likely pointing in the wrong direction. This god is remembered by humans as a powerful entity and unfortunately for us not enough of the reality experienced by these entities has been handed down for us to know who they worshipped in their turn.

As I said previously we need to peer through the murk that has been chucked into our faces, peer past Abraham & Noah and what do we find?

We find a pantheon of gods. If we take my chummies the Sumerians, or if you want Vedic, a whole load of actors and super powerful entities are at war.

Here is an expansion on the part pantheon that I posted up a little while back. Genesis of the Grail Kings. As I mentioned previously none of this lot display any of the attributes that we would associate with God. Indeed they are a bunch of muppets.

So what have we got?

Well it looks like an amazing bunch of fractious humans dealing with life in a universe which has since changed its properties after these events occurred. Could these events described in such detail have caused the changes? They must have occurred since the recording of these deeds would not be entrusted to Akkadian Tom Clancy or Sumerian Enid Blyton. No the recording of this vitally important material would have been given to the brightest and best of those who remained.

From what I remember of one of the books that tipped me off to this scam many moons ago, Andrew Collins- From the Ashes of Angels, Collins relates that in one of the many expeditions lead by Western archeologists in the Near East in the late 19th/early 20th Century, in fact if memory serves me correctly it was near Illysu, an ancient tribe was encountered and when the head man was given the gen on what the expedition was up to i.e. the top bods were hoping to hammer some archeological evidence together to back up the Biblical story. That there was only one true God, forgiving and caring of all mankind etc. The head man, to paraphrase, said “That’s bollox, we around here worship Shatan. He’s the one true God”

Now that’s what I reckon someone is covering up in all the redaction, coordinated editing, deliberate obfuscation and pissing around with what we have been fed. The end result is a mishmash of madness designed to feed the egos of a bunch of backward lunatics who know that the focus of their locus is a devil.

Even the phuckwitz atheists cannot get away from it because they are denying or running from the wrong bloody thing. Ass holes!!!!!!!!!!

No wonder the body count is massive and will get even more massive. No wonder life is miserable. No wonder the whole of our political economy is rotten.

This disease has degenerated every institution and structure that we rely on for our day to day existence.

We are worshipping an affliction. We are obeying an affliction.

Hidden in clear sight as always.

A Partial Affliction of the Sun...

2010-05-23T17:17:00.000-07:00

Or the killing pill ……

……The Tension .

If we would realise that we are being used as host to a virulent agent, a disease, an ultratoxic hallucinogenic pathogen, then the prognosis for our recovery might be rosier.

Have a look at this H/T War News Updates

DARPA’S Brain Implants Would Help Replace Mental Function in Wounded Warfighters

Spectacular or Gruesome?

UNIT

2010-05-23T15:37:00.000-07:00

Dr Who

Do you know? Or kow.

Where is this place now?

What was out there that is out here now?

H/T The Anomnibus Physicist.

“More From and About The Curious New Khalezov Partner, Daniel Estulin, & Other Agents & Patsies
By The Anonymous Physicist

Below you may have read my article on Dimitri Khalezov and his three 150-Kiloton 9/11 nukes theory and his background. There I noted he has recently paired up with Bildeberger exposer Daniel Estulin. I noted that Estulin was born in the USSR, but lives in Spain, and has a family background in the former KGB. He proudly admits to getting much of his information from the “secret services” whom he states are comprised of great patriots. After avoiding mention of this for all the years he has been a conspiracy expert, just last month, Estulin declared himself a proponent of both nukes at the WTC and at the OKC bombing in 1995.

Below are some recent and fascinating videos of interviews of him. I have pointed out how some hidden intel assets, who are authors and such, sometimes put out 80-90% truth before lying about what I have called the Ultimate Truth of a matter. This they do because their masters fear the People learning this final truth, and to sow disorder in the conspiracy field. One can often still learn from such people, as long as one is careful to disavow ever completely adhering to what they offer.

The first video I list is here. It is by RT.com [Russia Today] whose contact page states they are an “Autonomous non-profit organization (ANO) “TV-Novosti”, Channel RT TV.” Among its proclaimed 14 “partners” are Izvestia, Pravda [“Truth”], Huffington Post, whatreallyhappened.com, and the Association for International Broadcasting. The latter has its headquarters in a London suburb, and is probably the “motherload” of all the others, and a likely MI6 front. Their homepage has it motto listed as “The Global Knowledge Network For Television, Radio, Online, Mobile.”

In the first video just cited, the interview is conducted by a Russian named Evgeny Belenky, who holds up Estulin’s Bildeberger exposing book at the outset. The book is said to have sold 3 million copies worldwide. But my point here is for you to listen very carefully, and you can hear that he either slipped up, or there is an overdubbing that throws in a “thirty” at first. So that one can briefly hear a 33. Shortly after this, it is clear that 3 million copies were sold, not 33. So once again an organization, here, RT, is acknowledging its masters, and this is a front, where you will not be getting “Ultimate Truths.” Another reason for “needing” a 33 at the outset for Estulin is to tell all the agents, and thug assassins, out there that even though this guy seems to be against the PTB-- he is working for them. So don't kill him, rather promote him. Note that my writings have detailed that this was also done in the famous speech when the South African leaders unbanned Nelson Mandela and his party-- and that's why he wasn't killed during their transition.

In these RT videos, Estulin goes over the material in his new book, “Shadow Masters.” The latter is about Victor Bout who you may know about from the recent Nicolas Cage movie, “Lord of War,” as the dastardly “international arms dealer extraordinaire.”

Estulin says that all the info about Bout is false, and that Bout is “just a patsy” if I may borrow Lee Oswald’s words. Bout was arrested and jailed in Bangkok, Thailand (in 2008), where Dimitri Khalezov’s offical (333) address is, and where recently the actor David Carradine was suicided as he was apparently about to expose how his father handed over his sons as young slaves, as the intel agencies and secret societies are wont to do. Note here and now is a possible tie-in with the murder of Michael Jackson—also announced to the world, as I wrote with the emergency 911 operator being “dispatcher 33.” Jackson too, and his brothers, were said to have been sodomized during their contract signing, as described and allegedly witnessed by alleged former sex slave, Brice Taylor, in her book, “Thanks for the Memories: The Memoirs of Bob Hope's and Henry Kissinger's Mind-Controlled Sex Slave” [read here]. I ask, was Jackson drugged and murdered for starting to reveal his childhood secrets to the world? Are the PTB- -with their murders of Carradine and Jackson- -signaling their fear that the masses would not stand for the child kidnapping and sex slave making they monstrously carry out?

Bangkok, Thailand was also where John Mark Karr was arrested for allegedly being the murderer of JonBenet Ramsey. I have written that IMO JonBenet was a sex slave and that her killers will never be “found,” because they are protected by their colleagues in the intel agencies and secret societies. And while the parents didn’t do it, they gave their daughter over to those dastardly individuals for “training,” and the young girl must have resisted this training, and was killed, perhaps somewhat accidentally. Karr was brought to Boulder, Coloado, where he was found to be innocent of charges he harmed JonBenet, and was relased there. He was then taken to California where he was charged with child pornography. Those charges were also dropped after “the police lost his computer.” A year later, Karr was again arrested in the Atlanta, GA area and charged with battery and obstruction. These charges too were dropped. John Mark Karr had been in Thailand as part of his plans to change his sex. Wikipedia’s article on “him” is now under the name of “Alexis Reich”, and Wiki calls him a woman, even though the operation supposedly has not yet occurred. Curiously, Karr’s new last name, Reich, is a German word meaning region, realm, kingdom, government or regime (as in “the third reich” of Nazi Germany.) Wiki states that Alexis is Greek and means “to help or defend.” It seems to all make sense to me: “Alexis”/Karr was “just a patsy” used by intel/secret societies to “defend their realm/Reich.”

So it is clear that Bangkok, Thailand is a nexus for the intel agencies and secret societies. Victor Bout was held for some time there, and fought extradition to the USA. Bout’s assets were frozen in 2004 by Bush under his (here it comes) Executive Order 13348.

Bout finally won his case, after a year of imprisonment, in August 2009, when the Thai regime declared that he was a political, not a criminal, prisoner. However, Bout’s own website, http://www.victorbout.com/ -- which lists Moscow as its headquarters and says Bout was merely a salesman-- indicates that he is still jailed in Bangkok after the U.S. “Reich” [my usage] got the Columbian Reich to intervene and ask the Thai Regime for extradition again. And Daniel Estulin appears to be Bout’s biggest supporter, and has written his newest book about him.

Recently Jeff Rense, interviewed Estulin, and youtube has this in four parts, starting here. It makes for interesting listening. During the two RT youtubes, and the four Rense youtubes, you will hear Estulin declare that the U.S. is now a “Nazi-like state controlled by the secret societies.” (Sound familiar?) And Rense states that “Brazil is totally controlled by Britain” via one of its big banks. Estulin proudly proclaims that some 40 languages or countries have his Bilderberger Group book translated and sold. He even cites his first printing in China having 170,000 copies printed! So clearly, this indicates that the PTB are globally promoting Estulin, and through him the Khalezov 9/11 nuke theory that WTC 1, 2, and 7 had 150 Kiloton nukes go off under them. Recall that I stated that each is 10 times the yield of the nuke that destroyed Hiroshima, and the three total nearly half a Megaton. Yet somehow this only demolished a handful of buildings— in a controlled manner— and didn’t blow through to the Hudson River.

Estulin contradicts himself at times, in these interviews, saying that money means nothing, and later that money matters mean everything— and the Ultimate PTB are the Hapsburgs and the Dutch House of Orange who are worth Quadrillions of dollars. Estulin actually first states that Putin (former KGB officer) is a good guy, but later discounts him as a world leader who will help Mankind get out of its fix. Of course, you won’t get any Ultimate Truths from Estulin, Khalezov, or their interviewers with their beloved 33’s.

Their whole raison d’etre is to hide the Ultimate Truths for all the evil, wars, and chaos that my books and works have revealed, and the true nature of the impending catastrophe— unless stopped. But these videos still contain some interesting and factual matters, and I recommend listening to them.

Perhaps the ultimate gatekeeping is heard from the Rense interview. It is something I heard in an Alex Jones video exposing the dastardly deeds of the PTB, that someone had sent me. Both Jones and Estulin in the final analysis state, either explicitly (Jones) or implicitly (Estulin) that “what’s in your mind is all that counts.” This, of course, is why Bill Cooper was assassinated. He would be calling for ACTION, as it will be too late when everyone is either dead, in a concentration camp, or so poisoned as to be incapable of resistance.

This completes my exposé of Khalezov and Estulin. There is no need to purchase Estulin’s gate-keeping books, rather the Ultimate Truth of the nuclear destruction of the World Trade Center on 9/11, and of the Quarantine are in my books. The Quarantine (and its escape by those quarantined under it), of course, is THE matter whereby Mankind’s creators and controllers are revealed to be the cause of all the wars, chaos, evil, and impending global catastrophe about to befall Mankind—unless this is revealed to all in these last days and years. So please tell people to get and read the books available at http://www.anonymousphysicist.com. Ask your library to get them so even more people can read these references. They are among the extremely few conspiracy books not written by a hidden intel agent/asset or secret society member.”

Take a great big look at a map.

Manchuria.

Who was messing around in there?

Like 33, the signature with these fools is middle-class. A breeding pen for the correct alignment of psychopathy and blood lust in a small boy.

Go ask the bitchboy with the Hollywood hairstyle.

Which oblast and why?