Wednesday 25 August 2010

Shield bearer

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.

Tuesday 24 August 2010

Am I stopped?

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?


Friday 20 August 2010

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

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.


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.

Thursday 19 August 2010


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.


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.


Monday 16 August 2010

Breandán Ó Beacháin.

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.

Tuesday 10 August 2010

Boring Part 10 of ? Salt and Ashes

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... 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... 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

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.

Saturday 7 August 2010

Boring Part 8 of ?

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.

Thursday 5 August 2010

Boring Part 6 of ?

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.

Monday 2 August 2010

Boring Part 4 of ?

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.


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.


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.


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.