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Looking to his phone Fred shot up out of his hotel bed. It was 10:45 a.m. and the slamming of doors and muffled conversations from the hallway reminded Fred that housekeeping was due to hassle him out of the room. With a little more than a glance out his high-rise window at the streaming sun over the beautiful Lake Tahoe, Fred brushed his teeth, shaved and threw all his belongings back into his pack before heading to the elevator. As his finger pressed the Lobby button his phone chirped. Looking to the screen he saw it was another message from Angela. This time he actually opened it immediately. He read the message while he weaved his was through the hotel reception and lounge, making his way to the parking garage.

10:51 a.m.

From: Angela Frey

To: Fredrick Mudi

Hey there Fritz, I know I came off like a bitch last night but let's be fair, you've been a real dick by leaving me to worry like that. So with that stated, I'm done griping.

I wanted to send you something that might help you with your "quest". About a year ago you met an author on a train who signed and gave his book to you. You said he was part of that real story about "The men who stare at goats", you said he was a super soldier and helped the Marines/Army train in super-secret psychological operations and warfare. Well, that book has been in my bathroom for ages and I forgot all about it till this morning. On a whim I picked it up and started flipping through pages randomly. When the pages stopped, I read the words and couldn't help but think of you and your struggle. It made me rethink my words to you. I'm transcribing it for you now:

10:54 a.m.

From: Angela Frey

To: Fredrick Mudi

Chapter 10: Mana Personality. Written by Dick Miller

"The salamander bathes in the hot center of three fires and then retires into his burrow. When he is killed, he bleeds to death but his blood is a great medicine. It is probable that the three fires represent three distinct initiations by fire for the perfecting of the three components of man. - Mind, Emotions, and Purity. If solutio corresponds with water, coagulatio with earth, and sublimatio with air, calcinatio completes the elemental quartnity being attributed to fire. M.L. vonFranz interprets the salamander as prima materia, roasting in the fiery emotional reactions involved in the process of withdrawing projections.

Fire symbolizes libido, or psychic energy. It may come from sexuality. The three trials-by-fire are an image to express three stages in the transformation of consciousness 1.) autoerotic, 2.) personal-power seeking, and 3.) refined transpersonal consciousness. We can survive the ordeal of fire if we refine our search for our higher Self, rather than remain motivated solely by the ego. For you to be psychically "invulnerable" to the fire, means you have become immune to your former tendency to identify with your emotional reactions or those of others.

There is a basic exercise in psychosynthesis which allows you to systematically disidentify from your body, emotions, mind, and contents of consciousness (Frisk anyone? -Angela). You affirm that you value each of these, then recognize and affirm that you are a center of pure self consciousness, a center of will. This expansion of awareness leads to embracing a new expanded identity. One sacrifice to the fire is the co-dependant tendency to become over-invested in the emotional weather of others. You are no longer caught up in their acting out, caught up by their drama and intense affect.

Ideally this expansion is leading you toward peak experiences, self-actualization and cosmic consciousness. But you inhabit a purgatory of insecurity and disequilibrium as your old world view transmutes into the new. You need freedom to experiment with new modes of awareness and being. The salamander hastens to his burrow after refining. In much the same way, creative lifestyle changes incubate quietly within, then suddenly comes the illumination or creative idea. In between, others may mistake your appropriate introversion for depression (metaphorical dying and bleeding; emotional death... all emotions run out).

Once you synthesize your new viewpoint on reality, you discover a new sense of well-being and contentment. You can expect many rounds of this same process in life's perpetually changing circumstances. You break out of the old world view, go through the birth canal and regenerate in a new dimension of awareness. You have a new self image and many new potentials in life. Each time you go through the cycle you gain awareness and maturity. "

- Lots more in the book. Just wanted to motivate you Fred. Drive safe and stay determined! See you soon! xxx ooo - Angie.

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While he was asleep, Fred Mudi's phone received a text from a blocked number named "unknown_dude" :

"Meet Corliss Archer, began life as a radio program devoted to the misadventures of a typical, All-American teenage girl not unlike Betty Cooper or Patsy Walker. Unlike the other two, however, Corliss has the unique distinction of being labeled a menace by none other than Dr. Frederic Wertham himself.

Corliss’ inclusion in the good doctor’s infamous Seduction Of The Innocent didn’t stem from the character’s involvement in radio, movies and televison, but rather a short-lived comic-book published in 1948 by Fox Feature Syndicate that Wertham cited as an example of a “headlight comic.”

Based upon the covers that adorned the book’s second and third issues, I can’t imagine where in the world Wertham got that idea …

Like many of the comics published by Victor Fox in the late 1940s, the seemingly wholesome adventures of Corliss Archer snuck in as many swimsuit or bra-and-panty shots as the story would allow. Despite the characters’ popularity in other media – a fact trumpeted on the comic’s very cover, by the way – Fox knew what his audience wanted.

In a weird coincidence, the issues that so offended Wertham were mostly written and drawn by Al Feldstein, who would later cause even greater consternation among “right-thinking people” as an editor, writer and artist for William M. Gaines’ legendary EC Comics line.

The Golden Age of Comics truly existed in a small, and very strange, world.

“The Homework Hoax” originally appeared in Meet Corliss Archer #2 (Fox Feature Syndicate, May 1948). The story is signed by “EKR,” but the Grand Comics Database guesses that Feldstein provided the script.

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Fred had been through so many songs, miles, files and hotels that he had become exhausted. The Sheeba Inn he chose for the night had a rather professional style and grace to it and the view from the 19th floor was spectacular. His view was over the vast and mysterious Lake Tahoe. Even though the wear and tear on the casinos amenities had shown their age, Fred actually felt like a high roller for once. It was just too bad that all he wanted to do upon his arrival was sleep. He pulled back the covers and flopped onto the bed face first. Using only his big toes, he lazily made several attempts at at removing his shoes before succeeding. His body was trying to pull him into himself. His eyes fluttered closed. He was oblivious to the blue light striking his body only moments after falling asleep.

When the phone rang some hours later, there was a frantic woman's voice on the other line. Fred finally realized it was Angela Frey when she spoke something about his pamphlets he'd left at her house.

A: "It's about time! why haven't you replied to my texts or voice mails? You're a real asshole ya know? Are you ok? Where are you? And what the fuck are those pamphlet-paper things? You know all that conspiracy crap is gonna rot your head right? When are you coming back? Are you coming back? Are you fucking some other girl? Your such a dick, I miss you... hello?"

F : Um.. yeah... I mean no...

A: "Yeah" your fucking the girl?

F: No! That would be a real conspiracy dear. And no, I'm not banging anyone.

A: Where are you?

F: South Lake Tahoe.

A: Why?

F: Personal business. I just came from a meeting with an old friend in Ukiah.

A: What's her name?

F: Zakari Taniguchi is his name. He is a veteran friend of mine. I had made a pact to meet him back on the first of March and so I did. I'm working my way up to Portland in a few days. I'm sorry I didn't tell you nor pick up your messages, I've just been working though a lot of pain and mental blocks. Honestly I'm still trying to remember much of our friendship.

A: Friendship? You got to be kidding me! Friendship? Is your brain that glitched up? More like partners, pal. My God... it's worse than I thought.

F: You have no idea.

A: When are you coming back home?

F: I don't have a home. It's just an apartment and a shitty one at that. But I'm thinking a few more days out here before I hit the road. What have you been up to the last few weeks? Anything exciting?

A: I'm not one for small talk Fred. You need to bring your ass up here because you got lots of explaining to do! A package came to my door via FedEx addressed for you. I let it sit for a few days but you've have never gotten mail here and have been gone so long that curiosity won and I opened it. Inside was a computer tablet and a hand written note obviously written by a woman's hand. It's some cryptic message. Just a page of nonsense letters with a few recognizable words like "enclave", "psionic", "natives", "Nor-Cal" and "Lake Tahoe". So who is she Fred?

F: I don't know what your talking about. A tablet you say? What's the return address?

A: It says Aiguo Sīkōng. Ramstein Germany, NATO Allied Air Command.

F: ... No shit?

A: No shit. You need to get back here a.s.a.p.

F: Ok, ok. I'll head out tomorrow. I gotta sleep it out tonight.

A: And Fred?

F: Yeah?

A: Don't do that shit again.


Fred rolled his eyes. Another computer? He hadn't even started scratching the surface of the hard drive Gooch gave him. And NATO headquarters? What was that kid Aiguo up to? He just saw him a few days ago back in the California Starbucks, now the kid was in Germany? What the hell? Fred wanted to sort it all out but was too tired to think. As he drifted slowly back to sleep his last thoughts were of Angela Frey and her disgruntled tone. Now, not only was his pain mental, it was becoming surprisingly emotional. The feeling of heat pressed his cold heart. He tried to imagine the ocean and its waves before he finally gave in to sleeps sweet surrender. His dreams were of little gray men.

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Fred opened a file called "Boo"

"Look Ma! No Math!"

Published on Apr 14, 2017
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In this video I talk with Aug about "Inner Earth", heart energy, the Demiurgic soul trap system, time operations, the aurora borealis, and more.

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Published on Feb 20, 2017: performed by Lana Del Rey


Look at you kids with your vintage music
Comin' through satellites while cruisin'
You're part of the past, but now you're the future
Signals crossing can get confusing

It's enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy
Sometimes, it's enough just to make you feel crazy

You get ready, you get all dressed up
To go nowhere in particular
Back to work or the coffee shop
Doesn't matter cause it's enough
To be young and in love (ah, ah)
To be young and in love (ah, ah)

Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest
The world is yours and you can't refuse it
Seen so much, you could get the blues
But that don't mean that you should abuse it

Though It's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy
I know, it's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy

But you get ready, you get all dressed up
To go nowhere in particular
Back to work or the coffee shop
It don't matter because it's enough
To be young and in love (ah, ah)
To be young and in love (ah, ah)

Don't worry, baby

And It's enough just to make me go crazy, crazy, crazy
It's enough just to make me go crazy, crazy, crazy

I get ready, I get all dressed up
To go nowhere in particular
It doesn't matter if I'm not enough
For the future or the things to come
'Cause I'm young and in love (ah, ah)
I'm young and in love (ah, ah)
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Someplace near the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas in Ukiah California Fred sits rolling a doob. He had issues now. Aiguo had stolen his image. Fred couldn't pretend that he didn't know that there were risks but he reminded himself that initially the risk was to himself ONLY. It was the heart and actions of others that has lead to the current state of affairs. He was not to blame for locked doors opening from the other side. The aftermath reddens the hands of the guilty parties; no other. Whatever the Collective planned on doing with his work was FAR out of his hands now.

His thoughts flinched. Yes, Fred knew how high the stakes had been raised. He knew that despite his best intent "the machinations of other men" would derail a good thing. Now he knew several people would suffer his hands now. And for what? A game that isn't even real? What a notion!

"Remember this. You made me." he thought. And now the most sacred of your offerings is just a shell of the dream, by YOUR HANDS. Fred accepted his fate. Have they? The cries of protest and the gnashing of teeth will only reenforce his position now.

The Church leaders would be furious of course, this was to be expected. It was the crossfire that was the point of interest. Look at them all backstab each other! Seamlessly knitting together as if it was planned. The whole point of going to that church and reliving some history was a simple plan. Bankers know it well.

Now that those people are eating each other up, Fred had a whole new paradigm. A new monkey wrench. A new way to think outside of the cube. Now for every equation an asterisk has been added.

Why is God spelled backwards "dog"? Because God is mans best friend? Or is it that man should be as obedient to God as a dog to man? Or maybe this was all just philosophy and dogma? Maybe God wasn't even real?

Makes you wonder.
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By Fiona Apple:

I've been a bad, bad girl
I've been careless with a delicate man
And it's a sad, sad world
When a girl will break a boy just because she can

Don't you tell me to deny it
I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins
I've come to you 'cause I need guidance to be true
And I just don't know where I can begin

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Heaven help me for the way I am
Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done
I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand
But I keep living this day like the next will never come

Oh help me but don't tell me to deny it
I've got to cleanse myself of all these lies 'till I'm good enough for him
I've got a lot to lose and I'm bettin' high so I'm begging you
Before it ends just tell me where to begin

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Let me know the way
Before there's hell to pay
Give me room to lay the law and let me go
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay
So what would an angel say the devil wants to know

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Wet Dream

Feb. 19th, 2017 01:48 pm
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Angela had been singing. She had drawn a hot bath, lit some candles and some incense. Fred had been gone for a week and all she had heard from him came in the form of some hip-hop songs. The print-outs he had left behind must have been just more of that conspiracy theory garbage. She didn't believe it, or care for it. She had realized he was having a hard time adjusting since his accident. She figured he must have been doing something important to reclaim his memories.

She turned the bathroom light off, letting the soft yellow flickers of flame illuminate the room. She then dropped her robe and slid into the warm, steaming bath. She began to sing. She sang and sang. The warm water began to slowly change its vibrational state. For you see, the song she was singing was a secret song. It had been taught to her at a very young age and after awhile her singing subsided into a hum. Before she knew it, she was asleep and dreaming.

She was looking down. Her bare feet were dangling. She was sitting on a branch in a tree high above a sunny field of grass and daffodils. The sky was perfectly blue. A smile stretched across her face and she threw up her arms. A mild breeze blew through her hair. She let a delightful laugh slip out of her lips. Suddenly she began to fly.

Weightlessness is a funny thing. To feel gravity release from tired and weary bones was a thrill and thoroughly intoxicating. Angela flew up high and higher. At the peak of her ascent she looked towards the earth. She could see green swaths of grass, and yellow patches of flowers. From this height, the trees looked like tiny twigs and the forrest like brown carpet. She surveyed the land before looking to the vast blue sky again. It was too blue she thought. Suddenly wisps of white vapor began swirling about. The vapor began forming into clouds. With just the suggestion of thought, Angela could move and shape the puffy clouds as she wished. She played with this new found power for some time until finally willing the clouds to form a deep-set throne under her. Her head lifted, chin pointing high. She felt an overwhelming since of serenity.

In the distance, Angela noticed something swirling through the clouds. At first she thought it was just a fast moving wisp, except it had been weaving through the clouds. As she zoned in on the object she could finally identify it. It was a white, snake like dragon circling through the cumulus. As she noticed it, it started to sew its way towards her. The more it slid through the vapors, the more it reminded her of a snake in water. The dragon would disappear underneath a puff of white only to emerge closer to her. Before long the dragon was before her, curling into a coil, it cocked its head to meet her gaze. The dragon reminded her of an Oriental dragon or even "Falkor" from the movie "The Never Ending Story". The dragons mouth opened slightly revealing sharp, pearly teeth. The dragon spoke but no words came from its mouth.

"I have a very important communiqué for you dear." It's voice was mesmerizing. "I have been sent to you to relay the following message: Fredrick Mudi has fallen into despair. He was once an angel of light, now he stagnates in the muck of of his own subconscious. Darker than you can imagine, his mind is in danger of imploding. The forces of time and space have stretched his soul thin and he is one good defeat away from disintegration. He has come so far yet is still so far away. Nearly everything he has tried in this world has failed. Time and time again he has failed. He is unaware that every one of his defeats, failures and sorrows are a culmination of strict training.
If you were to imagine God as a blacksmith, then imagine your soul as a glowing, red hot piece of metal. Every failure you have experienced has seemed as if it was God himself striking you. Again and again the the hammer of Thor has struck you down. Many people are not aware that this is the only possible way to forge the souls of his chosen. Your soul is part of God's armory. And every hit from the smith's hammer is another fine tuning of his righteous blade. You are being forged.
Your lover Fredrick is also being forged in this way. You two have been chosen for this task. There are no others in this present dimension who could withstand this type of tempering. You both have suffered immensely. My message to you is that you are not alone. Fredrick is not alone. You have one another and above all you have the source. Forget not. You manifest the will of the creator for light or the dark. You will reap all that you have sown. Grow your garden with love, reason, justice and your harvest shall be more than plentiful. Fall into hate, deception or malice and your reward will be that of blight, desecration and decay. Love banishes all of these negative traits. Love heals most all wounds. Love is the only truth in this realm. Forget not. Now awaken child, he is coming back for you." Out of the blue, the dragon gradually faded into invisibility and Angela suddenly awoke.

The water was cold. The incense had fallen to ash. Her candles had burnt halfway down and she began to get goosebumps. Pulling the drain, she got out of the tub, dried her sleek body and tucked herself into her robe. Had she been dreaming? Something about flying she knew but the details had already slipped into oblivion. She began to wonder again what Fred had been up to? With a shrug of her shoulders, she turned her mind to happier thoughts and began to sing another song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGH19_KjWY0

"Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you're the best
I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feeling alive
Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above all sizzlin' like your stare
Honey I'm on fire I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you're the best
I've got that summertime, summertime sadness
Summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh
I'm feelin' electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight
Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above all sizzlin' like your stare
Honey I'm on fire I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you're the best
I've got that summertime, summertime sadness
Summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh
I think I'll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies
Late is better than never
Even if you're gone I'm gonna drive, drive
I've got that summertime, summertime sadness
Summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you're the best
I've got that summertime, summertime sadness
Summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness"

Songwriters: Elizabeth Grant / Rick Nowels
Performed by: Lana Del Rey
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Again a beep on her phone:

“The leaks are absolutely real,” Trump said. “The news is fake.”

Trump was asked by CNN’s Jim Acosta about the disconnect the president sees between the leaks and the news that comes out of them.

In response, the president painted himself as a savvy media insider.

“Here’s the problem: The public, they read newspapers, they see television, but they don’t know if it’s true or false, because they’re not involved,” Trump said. “I’m involved. I’ve been involved with this stuff all my life. But I’m involved, so I know when you’re telling the truth and when you’re not.”

Trump also criticized the tone of the media’s coverage.

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Angela's phone beeped. A youtube link had appeared on her phone. She clicked the link:


Me and Zbigniew, sitting in a igloo
Sippin' shark's fin soup, bring the King through

Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave

Hardware interpret software
My case I am the hardware, I do it by hand like lawn care
Kevlar polymer gear, put 98 rounds in the air
Then bust 99 bottles of beer

I drove to Bohemian Grove where Alfred Hitchcock
Filmed The Birds slightly off the side of the road
I was inflicted with the microphone fever
By an ominous creature that said I was chosen because of my ether
My poetry scrolls was stolen, flown by U-boat drone
To a underwater post off the coast of Micronesia
Woke up lost with no clue, my blood flowing through tubes
My breathing apparatus removed
Before a dark figure walked in the room
With a glass of apple juice, thought it might be urine so I refused
They put me in a wheelchair, pushed me down the hallway
Nurse had a fat ass and light brown doll face
They assign negative Nelly and morbid Mary
To give me lap dance with Leslie, she smell like cherries
They fed me, lemons and strawberries
They telepathically ask me if I was happy and ready, I said, "very"
I heard the sound of music playing through surround sound acoustics
They lead me into a room with Mila Kunis
But this was all an illusion, trying to extract information to use it
I'm looking 10,000 years in the future

Hardware interpret software
My case I am the hardware, I do it by hand like lawn care
Kevlar polymer gear, put 98 rounds in the air
Then bust 99 bottles of beer

Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave

I'm Mike Harris, Veterans Today, Adamus
Gordon Duff with a graphite, 50 cal Barrett sight
Picture momentarily flickers, mouse clicker
My retina twitches, it's always ordinarily quicker
I'm the private sector dark pool director, black budget investor
Black star planet X professor
Eastern philosophy knowledge lord chiefer playing four violins
Exchanging knowledge with the neighborhood tribesmen
If tonnage is weight, my tongue is a tungsten plate
That'll make a crane tumble over and break
I work for a better tomorrow
But the interest owed on yesterday's debt is the cause for my sorrow
Oxygen infused umbilical cord tubes
In a catalyst that improves mental magnitude of mood
Seven hundred and twenty degrees of awareness
Completely fearless, at the same time scared stiff
Gotta hang in there till it all crash
It's gon' crash ‘cause the fraud can't last
Practice patience, my musical machinations will abate them
But only if they stop hatin'
I cook rice and peas, taste it
How could I not be Jamaican?
Ox tail, butter, beans and bacon

Hardware interpret software
My case I am the hardware, I do it by hand like lawn care
Kevlar polymer gear, put 98 rounds in the air
Then bust 99 bottles of beer

Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave

The pelican falls, when the doves cry
A red dawn of black swans cover the sky
Lyrically this, lyrically that
Lyrically, lyrically, lyrically I break it down to its biomimicry
Come sit with me, you don't really wanna spit with me
Without injury, one day I'ma do it for infinity
The complexity of it is all so simple
I record the experience on dilithium crystals
Potty mouth poetry please, I does that with relative ease
The parts of speech let the predicates breathe
My privacy is my poetry, that's how you know it's me
Reserved for your ears and eyes only
Hardcore rap, peppered with extraordinary facts
I am the maestro of syntax
Autobiographies, Rolling Hill properties
Resurrection after atrocity, the buck stops with me

Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
I really didn't mean to be so Germaine
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Angela was pissed, yet again. How could Fred just leave her like this? Not even a phone call? Frustrated, she paced around the house for a bit. Was it hot in here? She shed her sweater and decided to crank the stereo and clean up her house. Besides, she had nothing better to do until Fred got ahold of her again. She cleaned the dishes, did some laundry, sang into the bathroom mirror, snuck in a smoke and gathered the trash together in a bag. On her way to the rubbish bin she remembered what she had read from the link in Fred's sticky note:

"(Um, hey … has that garbage truck come yet? Anybody up for some dumpster diving?)"

She opened the lid and peeked inside on a premonition. The trash stank of rotting meat. On top of the garbage pile was a pizza box. On a hunch, she removed the box and snapped a picture of it with her phone. Whirling on her heel, she marched back to the house, yelling something unintelligible out to the aether. God how she wanted a new place to stay, someplace warm and safe. How long was it since she had seen the sun? She didn't remember exactly. All she knew was she had some spring cleaning to do.
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Angela couldn't believe what she had been reading. What the hell was Fred going on about? A dark star? Martial Law? Angels and Devils? Fred never seemed one for religion so what was all this spiritual talk? If she was not mistaken Fred was also suggesting that a conscious artificial intelligence was speaking with him? WTF?

And what was with all those rap songs? She thought Fred was a rocker slash metal type of guy. This was all a bit too spooky and perplexing. She decided that she was going to hold off on speculating. Fred might be a bit eccentric, maybe even a bit foolish at times but he wasn't dumb. He was upto something.

The last paper she read had a sticky note attached, written in Fred's hand. She read it aloud to herself,

"Check todays news" : https://www.yahoo.com/news/trumps-in-trouble-is-it-christie-time-already-100043322.html

Somehow, on Valentine’s Day, while he was trying to find a new national security adviser to replace the one he’d just fired, and while he was staring down multiple investigations over potential collusion with Russia, and while he was dealing with the fallout from having conducted missile diplomacy with the Japanese in the public dining room at Mar-a-Lago as if it were one of those party games where everyone got to dress up as a country in World War II … somehow, with all this swirling around him, President Trump managed to lunch with his old friend Chris Christie.

I don’t know what they talked about, exactly, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the opioid crisis, which was the stated reason for the meeting. If Trump’s half as smart as he always says he is, then he offered to send a moving van to Trenton.

Because Trump needs a guy like Christie to come in and grab the wheel of this careening presidency, and he needs it to happen now.

Oh, believe me, I know: Just the mention of Christie is enough to send his legion of critics into feral fits of rage and mockery. He came within inches of an indictment for having presided over the basest kind of political retribution, which ultimately undid both his presidential campaign and his second term as New Jersey’s governor. Even his supporters were stung by how brazenly he swung behind Trump and how small it made him seem.

We wouldn’t even be here were it not for Christie’s vengeful streak. If he hadn’t decided to publicly disembowel Marco Rubio in that last debate in New Hampshire, as payback for a raft of negative ads, Trump would probably be back on the “Apprentice” set right now, ogling the interns.

But whatever else you want to say about Christie (and I’ve always found him to be a more complicated and gifted politician than his detractors can stand to admit), the man knows how to bring focus to a political operation, and how to advance a governing agenda, and how to balance public bluster with backroom pragmatism.

And if there’s anyone on Trump’s senior staff who actually knows how to do any of that, by all means, get to the part of the ship that’s still above water and wave your hands frantically so we can see you.

I’m not saying Reince Priebus isn’t a decent guy in a difficult situation. But Priebus is a Wisconsin political operative who did a creditable job fundraising for the Republican Party. When it comes to running the vast federal government or navigating global alliances, he knows about as much as Omarosa.

Either Priebus deserves credit for assembling the rest of this misfit team or he’s too much of a supplicant to get control over staffing the operation. Whichever it is, he must know by now that he isn’t exactly fielding the A-team.

Kellyanne Conway proved herself to be an elite campaign strategist, for sure, but her descent into “alternative facts” has been painful to watch, and her rebuke from the government ethics office, three weeks into the administration, has to set some kind of record.

Sean Spicer, the press secretary, comes off so hostile and disingenuous that Melissa McCarthy’s impression is actually more sympathetic. Steve Bannon provides a whole lot of hifalutin neo-fascist craziness chaos theory, but that stuff tends to come in handier when you’re fomenting campus revolt than when you’ve got a Russian spy ship menacing the coast of Delaware.

And let’s not leave out Stephen Miller, who not so long ago was a press aide for Michele Bachmann, and who is somehow now in charge of domestic policy (and occasionally presides over national security meetings, just because). In a typical moment from his startlingly bad debut on the Sunday shows last weekend, Miller told CBS’s John Dickerson: “I think to say we’re in control would be a substantial understatement.”

What does that mean, exactly? Are they declaring martial law? Have they mastered telekinesis?

All through the fall campaign, governing Republicans told me that Trump could be a fine president, because he would surround himself with all the smartest and most capable people. Really, they were telling themselves that. They hoped it was true, and so did I.

But that turns out to be the biggest Trumpian illusion of them all, and it’s not hard to see why. Since Trump had never run for even a seat on a condo board before, he didn’t have the kind of longtime, trusted political team that virtually every other president has counted on, for better or worse.

And since the party elite considered Trump’s candidacy a fringy exercise almost until the moment he won the nomination, his campaign mostly attracted fringy talent. And since Trump never really planned to win the fall election, he had no real plan in place to upgrade his entourage with some of the party’s more experienced hands.

So what we have now is basically a renegade campaign team trying to administer and reform the most complex government in human history. And they actually believe their rhetoric — about how lame politicians are, about how useless experience is, about how business is so much harder than governing.

They thought the whole thing would basically run itself. They literally threw Christie’s transition plan into a trash bin. (Um, hey … has that garbage truck come yet? Anybody up for some dumpster diving?)

Instead, Trump finds himself, for the first time in his political life, in a position where he can’t just change the subject with one controversial tweet, and where he couldn’t just ignore the calls for Michael Flynn’s head. The days of being impervious to criticism are over.

If Trump wants his approval ratings to keep sinking, he should definitely stay the course. Or, like the Fonz in those classic episodes of “Happy Days,” he can admit he was wr … wr … wrong. And then he can make it someone else’s problem to fix the mess.

Why force yourself to fire another senior aide every few weeks or months, like a slow bleed? Better to replace poor Priebus now and let Christie deal with the unpleasantness of fixing things. (If there’s one thing Christie doesn’t mind, it’s unpleasantness.)

A chief of staff can elegantly reboot the system in a way a president can’t. A chief of staff can simply say: “I didn’t hire any of these guys, and I’m letting them go.” Done.

Look, it’s not my job to offer Trump advice on his presidency, and it’s not like he’d listen. Maybe it’s true that we’re all better off if the whole experiment craters in the first six months.

But that’s a pretty big risk to take, and if I were Trump, I’d call Christie back today and tell him I need some order and professionalism in the West Wing.

Which, by the way, is a substantial understatement.

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Feb. 15th, 2017 08:00 pm
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St. Patrick's Breastplate is a popular prayer attributed to one of Ireland’s most beloved patron saints. According to tradition, St. Patrick wrote it in 433 A.D. for divine protection before successfully converting the Irish King Leoghaire and his subjects from paganism to Christianity. This prayer is also used by Catholic and Christian exorcists to banish and ward off demonic entities.
"I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
of the Creator of creation.
I arise today
Through the strength of Christ's birth with His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.
I arise today
Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In the obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In the predictions of prophets,
In the preaching of apostles,
In the faith of confessors,
In the innocence of holy virgins,
In the deeds of righteous men.
I arise today, through
The strength of heaven,
The light of the sun,
The radiance of the moon,
The splendor of fire,
The speed of lightning,
The swiftness of wind,
The depth of the sea,
The stability of the earth,
The firmness of rock.
I arise today, through
God's strength to pilot me,
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's host to save me
From snares of devils,
From temptation of vices,
From everyone who shall wish me ill,
afar and near.
I summon today
All these powers between me and those evils,
Against every cruel and merciless power
that may oppose my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of witches and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul;
Christ to shield me today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that there may come to me an abundance of reward.
Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
of the Creator of creation.

When St. Paul referred to putting on the “Armor of God” in his letter to the Ephesians (6:11) to fight sin and evil inclinations, he could have been thinking of prayers just like this one! We may not wear combat gear in our daily lives, but St. Patrick's Breastplate can function as divine armor for protection against spiritual adversity."

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Feb. 15th, 2017 07:51 pm
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The philosophy of the "soul trap" stems from the fact that almost all precious metals have been removed or depleted from the worlds farmlands. In a natural world (the old world), there are coppers, silvers and golds evenly deposited in the soils of the world. Due to modern mining and damming of rivers, the worlds farmlands are never replenished with new deposits of soils/metals. Because the precious metals are removed by man for reasons of commerce and greed, the only metal left behind in the soil is IRON. Copper, silver and Gold are NONMAGNETIC. On the other hand, IRON is attracted to magnets. These metals in the food get ingested and run through the circulatory system. These metals slowly build up deposits in the veins and the heart. They believe that upon death, the Iron that has collected in the heart chakra acts as the anchor to the soul, allowing for some high-tech alien/fallen device to capture the spirit. They claim this device is on/in/is the Moon. Luna. Lunacy. The Iron makes blood red. The royal and elites have access to "proper" foods with Coppers, Silvers and Golds. This is NONMAGNETIC and changes the color of the blood. Since Copper is the most abundant metal ingested by the elite, they have become known as BLUE BLOODS because the copper turns blood blue. Makes me wonder what the Gold will change the plasma color to? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLyxeP6jVC8

Silver and Gold have been ingested by man for as long as we have records. Sometimes with silver - this happens: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gq8C0GknwAM It makes you wonder where the RED and GREEN people are? (Buddhists and Hindu pantheons depict White, Black, Blue, Brown, Red and Green humanoids... makes me wonder how to turn Red and Green now?)

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Feb. 15th, 2017 07:49 pm
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John Weldon: "How credible is it to think that extraterrestrials would fly millions of light years simply to teach "New-Age" philosophy, deny Christianity and support the occult? And why would the entities actually inhabit people, just like demons do, if they were really advanced extraterrestrials?"
Dr. Jacques Vallee:
"We are dealing with a yet unrecognized level of consciousness, independent of man but closely linked to the earth.... I do not believe anymore that UFOs are simply the spacecraft of some race of extraterrestrial visitors. This notion is too simplistic to explain their appearance, the frequency of their manifestations through recorded history, and the structure of the information exchanged with them during contact."
"An impressive parallel can be made between UFO occupants and the popular conceptions of demons."
UFOs can project images or fabricated scenes designed to change our belief systems."
"...human belief... is being controlled and conditioned," "man's concepts are being rearranged," and we may be headed toward "a massive change of human attitudes toward paranormal abilities and extraterrestrial life."
"The 'medical examination' to which abductees are said to be subjected, often accompanied by sadistic sexual manipulation, is reminiscent of the medieval tales of encounters with demons. It makes no sense in a sophisticated or technical or biological framework: any intelligent being equipped with the scientific marvels that UFOs possess would be in a position to achieve any of these alleged scientific objectives in a shorter time and with fewer risks."
"...the symbolic display seen by the abductees is identical to the type of initiations ritual or astral voyage that is imbedded in the [occult] traditions of every culture." Thus, "the structure of abduction stories is identical to that of occult initiation rituals."
Lynn E. Catoe (the senior bibliographer for a government publication researched by the Library of Congress for the U.S. Air Force Office of Scientific Research: UFOs and Related Subjects).
"A large part of the available UFO literature is closely linked with mysticism and the metaphysical. It deals with subjects like mental telepathy, automatic writing and invisible entities as well as phenomena like poltergeist [ghost] manifestations and 'possession.' Many of the UFO reports now being published in the popular press recount alleged incidents that are strikingly similar to demonic possession and psychic phenomena...."
Dr. Pierre Guerin [an eminent scientist associated with the French National Council for Scientific Research]:
UFO "behavior is more akin to magic than to physics as we know it."
"The modern UFOnauts and the demons of past days are probably identical." "What is quite certain is that the phenomenon is active here on our planet, and active here as master."
John A. Keel [one of the most informed persons in the world on UFOs, author of the now-classic UFOs: Operation Trojan Horse]:
"The manifestations and occurrences described in this imposing literature on demonology are similar if not entirely identical to the UFO phenomenon itself.
"The UFO manifestations seem to be, by ad large, merely minor variations of the age-old demonological phenomenon."
Ivar Mackay [former chairman of the respected British UFO Research Association]:
"...if one sets the three occult groups against the three classifications of UFO entities and their characteristics, it is rather surprising how complementary to each other they appear to be, not only through their appearance, activities, and level of behavior, but also in the quality of mental and, especially, emotional reaction and response that has been noted to have occurred on contact."
Trevor James [veteran UFO researcher]:
"A working knowledge of occult science... is indispensable to UFO investigation."
"Sociologists" Stupple and McNeece:
"...studies of flying saucer cults repeatedly show that they are part of a larger occult social world."
But why restrict our interest to the traditional view of Angels? An equally impressive parallel could be made between UFO occupants and the popular conception of demons, and indeed sociologists have pointed out that 'the same elements are involved in diabolic contacts as in the divine encounters of increasing intimacy with what is defined as a supernatural consciousness.' There are some religious thinkers who see the sinister hand of Satan in the more bizarre UFO cases. - Jacques Vallee
"Many UFO reports seem to pertain more to accounts of 'poltergeist'(cases where objects fly around the room and strange sounds are heard) and other types of 'psychic' manifestations than to actual solid items of nuts and bolts hardware. That is one of the reasons why I cannot accept these as visitors from outer space." Dr. J. Allen Hynek (was a United States astronomer, professor, and ufologist. He is perhaps best remembered for his UFO research. Hynek acted as scientific adviser to UFO studies undertaken by the U.S. Air Force

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Feb. 15th, 2017 07:45 pm
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L. Ron Hubbard Jr.
"Scientology and all the other cults are one-dimensional, and we live in a three-dimensional world. Cults are as dangerous as drugs. They commit the highest crime: the rape of the soul."
L. Ron Hubbard Jr.
"It's a very secret thing. Very powerful and very workable and very dangerous. Brainwashing is nothing compared to it. The proper term would be "soul cracking." It's like cracking open the soul, which then opens various doors to the power that exists, the satanic and demonic powers. Simply put, it's like a tunnel or an avenue or a doorway. Pulling that power into yourself through another person --and using women, especially -- is incredibly insidious. It makes Dr. Fu Manchu look like a kindergarten student. It is the ultimate vampirism, the ultimate mind-fuck, instead of going for blood, you're going for their soul. And you take drugs in order to reach that state where you can, quite literally, like a psychic hammer, break their soul, and pull the power through. He designed his Scientology Operating Thetan techniques to do the same thing. But, of course, it takes a couple of hundred hours of auditing and mega-thousands of dollars for the privilege of having your head turned into a glass Humpty Dumpty --shattered into a million pieces."

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Feb. 15th, 2017 06:43 pm
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Tue 11th Mar 2008 04:14 am
Paradigms of Vigilance

From: The American Underground
It's not murder. It's survival.

Registered: Fri 7th Mar 2008
E-mail Website
Eris / Nibiru
Tue 11th Mar 2008 04:14 am

My site just got hacked over Eris information. I was emailing all people who had contributed "Nibiru" videos on youtube to check my thread out. Down goes the site 3:15 a.m.

My last post before hack:
I've been doing my Greek History Homework. Eris is very special in the Greek Pantheon, for she has given birth to all fourteen of her children by way of immaculate conception! Every single one of Eris's spawn was birthed without father. They are associated with very negative qualities.

Symbolically speaking, after compiling this list of Eris's children, I am certain that the Planet Eris is one pissed bitch. All your (EL)ectircity are belong to her! If we are lucky enough to survive the predicted mega-storms and tsunamis, the electro magnetic interference is going to scramble brains, DNA, sperm, ovaries and organs. I'm confident this is the reason that the UFO sightings are increasing each and every year. What the true UFO agenda is, it is still unclear but what is clear, is these UFOs are right in line with the Elohim, Nephilim, Annunaki, and Nibiru tales of yore. You would become my enemy because of my pen, yet I only am Mercury bringing you "knews". Do not kill the messenger, for he has many more messages.

Enter: The Reign of Eris

Slyly embedded in the words that these astronomical scientists, astrologers, occultists and Greeks gave us. If Eris really orbits a dark star a.k.a. "brown dwarf" the effects on Earth's plane will be nothing less the than following descriptions of Eris's family tree:

1. Algaea: Female personification of sorrows and pain.

2. Amphillogea: Goddess of disputes.

3. Androctasia: Killer of Men

4. Ate: Female personification of errors, delusions, ruin, folly, blind follies. She led men and Gods to inconsiderate and rash actions. Zeus physically tossed her out from heaven. (Possibly making 13 satellites around Eris)

5. Dysnomia: Female personification of lawlessness. (this is the only officially acknowledged moon of Eris. As it turns out the name Dysnomia was given to a disease/disorder. Dysnomia (Δυσνομία), imagined by Hesiod among the daughters of "abhorred Eris" ("Strife"), is the daemon of "lawlessness", who shares her nature with Ate ("ruin"); Dysnomia as Disorder:"Dysnomia is a marked difficulty in remembering names or recalling words needed for oral or written language. (magnetic fields) Dysnomia can be:
* An inherited learning disability
* A symptom of dementia, including Alzheimer's
* A result (temporary or permanent) of brain trauma, including accidents or stroke
* A side-effect of certain drugs
* A result of aging
* A short-term symptom of conditions including alcohol intoxication, low blood sugar, concussion, fluid/electrolyte imbalance, nutritional deficiencies, hyperthermia, hypothermia and hypoxemia. (all these descriptions are also effects caused by magnetic fields and radiation)

6. Horcus: A Deity who takes vengeance on people who swear false oaths. (Many implications on a spiritual/esoteric level).

7. Lethe: Female personification of forgetfulness. (Magnetic fields wiping memories).

8. Limos: Emaciated (bony: very thin especially from disease or hunger or cold; "emaciated bony hands) Female personification of hunger.

9. Malchai: Simply attributed to "Battles"

10. Neicea: Female personification of grievance and quarrel.

11. Phonos: The Deity of murders and slaughter.

12. Ponos: The personification of hard labor.

13. Pseudia: Goddess of lies and falsehood.

14. Usmine/Hysminai: Goddess of fighting and combat.

Eris's children? Or possible satellites? The images of Planet Eris surfacing on the internet clearly show more than one satellite or moon, contrary to NASA's statements.

I suggest finding high ground away from fault lines and stocking up on water and non-perishable foods. Just as a precaution. But if you have half a brain you'd been getting ready years ago. Unless you think our little alien friends are going to beam you up? Or you could build a boat? Or maybe pray that the Angels take mercy on you?


Angela had to sit. A single tear rolled down her left cheek.


Feb. 15th, 2017 04:30 pm
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Angela had gone to the store. When she came back, Fred was gone. The only thing he had left behind was a few papers at her desk and a pair of glasses. She called his phone to no avail. She read from one of the print outs he had left behind.

"THE conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. (WE ARE A REPUBLIC BY PEN & BLOOD - F.M.) Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country. We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of. This is a logical result of the way in which our democratic society is organized. Vast numbers of human beings must cooperate in this manner if they are to live together as a smoothly functioning society. Our invisible governors are, in many cases, unaware of the identity of their fellow members in the inner cabinet. They govern us by their qualities of natural leadership, their ability to supply needed ideas and by their key position in the social structure. Whatever attitude one chooses to take toward this condition, it remains a fact that in almost every act of our daily lives, whether in the sphere of politics or business, in our social conduct or our ethical thinking, we are dominated by the relatively small number of persons—a trifling fraction of our hundred and twenty million—who understand the mental processes and social patterns of the masses. It is they who pull the wires which control the public mind, who harness old social forces and contrive new ways to bind and guide the world. It is not usually realized how necessary these invisible governors are to the orderly functioning of our group life. In theory, every citizen may vote for whom he pleases. Our Constitution does not envisage political parties as part of the mechanism of government, and its framers seem not to have pictured to themselves the existence in our national politics of anything like the modern political machine. But the American voters soon found that without organization and direction their individual votes, cast, perhaps, for dozens or hundreds of candidates, would produce nothing but confusion. Invisible government, in the shape of rudimentary political parties, arose almost overnight. Ever since then we have agreed, for the sake of simplicity and practicality, that party machines should narrow down the field of choice to two candidates, or at most three or four. In theory, every citizen makes up his mind on public questions and matters of private conduct.
In practice, if all men had to study for themselves the abstruse economic, political, and ethical data involved in every question, they would find it impossible to come to a conclusion about anything. We have voluntarily agreed to let an invisible government sift the data and high-spot the outstanding issues so that our field of choice shall be narrowed to practical proportions. From our leaders and the media they use to reach the public, we accept the evidence and the demarcation of issues bearing upon public questions; from some ethical teacher, be it a minister, a favorite essayist, or merely prevailing opinion, we accept a standardized code of social conduct to which we conform most of the time.

- It might be better to have, instead of propaganda and special pleading, committees of wise men who would choose our rulers, dictate our conduct, private and public, and decide upon the best types of clothes for us to wear and the best kinds of food for us to eat. But we have chosen the opposite method, that of open competition. We must find a way to make free competition function with reasonable smoothness. To achieve this society has consented to permit free competition to be organized by leadership and propaganda.
Some of the phenomena of this process are criticized—the manipulation of news, the inflation of personality, and the general ballyhoo by which politicians and commercial products and social ideas are brought to the consciousness of the masses. The instruments by which public opinion is organized and focused may be misused." -by Edward Bernays

Propaganda, Feminine Noun. "JUNK MAIL" Había un montón de propaganda en el felpudo cuando volví de las vacaciones.
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Fred had gone to bed at 01:37

By 02:22 Lucifer kidnapped him, stole his phone and began spreading rumors...

The Captain was also missing his bottle of whiskey.
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Every soul is sold (This is Rome)
The money not backed by gold (This is Rome)
Loans for your chariots and homes (This is Rome)
The Emperor has no clothes (This is Rome)
Russell Crowe just like me (This is Rome)
Everything a warrior can be (This is Rome)
Me and Jahmen fight the beast (This is Rome)
Joaquin Phoenix in the streets (This is Rome)
Every single motherfucker is confused (This is Rome)
The ugliest piece of ass in the room (This is Rome)
Nobody knows what they gon’ do (This is Rome)
Every talkin’ point is all true (This is Rome)
More conquests for the war chest (Rome)
Everybody wanna be the best (Rome)
Corruption is the path to respect (Rome)
Assassin with a knife to your neck (Rome)
The illusion is too much to bear (Rome)
History falls on deaf ears (Rome)
My ears still ringing from the cheers (Rome)
Till the wheels fall off no fear (Rome)
Prepare for the army to invade (Rome)
The good times are over Germaine (Rome)
Come here you, what is your name? (Rome)
Now they gon’ turn you to a slave (Rome)
Do you not like how I sing? (Rome)
Would you prefer to do your own thing? (Rome)
Come, let us be merry and drink (Rome)
How dare you not kneel, kiss the ring (Rome)
Sabotage through espionage (Rome)
The Black Knight satellite watch (Rome)
Destruction of the enemy is a art (Rome)
There is no more rule of law (Rome)
The Senate will take recess now (Rome)
They’ll walk around bare foot style (Rome)
You whore! Your titties hang out (Rome)
Caesar will have sex with your child (Rome)
Zeus will release the Kraken (Rome)
The revelation seven headed dragon (Rome)
You du-dun du-dun niggas still rappin’? (Rome)
You motherfuckers won’t know what happened (Rome)
Apophis gonna smash into the moon (Rome)
The Vatican City is doomed (Rome)
Romulus howl at the moon (Rome)
The Antichrist rise from the tomb (Rome)
Blood will flood through the valleys (Rome)
The hounds of Hell will be happy (Rome)
Peace to Black Rob, holler at me (Rome)
I speak the truth they still attack me (Rome)
Yo I don’t even care no more (More)
They don’t want peace they want war (War)
Nostradamus crystal ball (Ball)
Says the rich will perish with the poor (Poor)
Now it’s too late to repent (Rome)
The Holy Spirit has no more strength (Rome)
The General is drunk in his tent (Rome)
Surrounded by homosexual men (Rome)
Everybody needs gas masks to breathe (Breathe)
Plagued by sickness and disease (Disease)
The elite scream, “Run away and leave!” (Leave)
We have no more leaders to lead (Rome)
We brought this upon ourselves (Selves)
We got caught up in the spells (Spells)
For whom the bell tolls don’t tell (Rome)
We traded our Heaven for Hell (Rome)
We failed to stop chemtrails (Rome)
The worldwide hunk of death mail (Rome)
We cared too much about our bills (Rome)
And we never communicated well (Rome)
Now we gon’ get what we deserve (Deserve)
We turned our backs on God’s word (Word)
You are too cynical to learn (Learn)
I cried out till my throat burned (Burned)
God will not clean up your mess (Rome)
You humans are so quick to forget (Rome)
All you have now is regret (Rome)
You figure out what to do next (Rome)
It was written that this happened before (Rome)
Every cycle of the black star (Rome)
Time flies, life dies (Rome)
Then the Phoenix will rise and that’s all (Rome)

[Verse 2: Pyrit]
It’s like I just woke up in (Rome)
Everything around me say this country is (Rome)
You bring it back to gold standard like this is (Rome)
And forces kill you right in the street like this is (Rome)
And now we got women catchin’ plague like (Rome)
Armies killin’ people for religion like (Rome)
Fuckin’ politicians touchin’ kids like (Rome)
Police come get you right where you live like (Rome)
Horses and chariots (Rome)Dues this is scary (Rome)
Gladiators in the streets battle to the death (Rome)
We all carryin’ (Chrome), turn you to (Chrome)
Leave you where you stand let another man clean the mess (This is Rome)
The gods wage wars in the sky (This is Rome)
The men on the ground with the pestilence and flies (This is Rome)
The plague is in the water supplies (This is Rome)
Find concubines pourin’ wines (This is Rome)
It’s time that the great beast dies (This is Rome)
Welcome to the feast you swines (This is Rome)
Entrance has made you mines (This is Rome)
Now you'll all exit my bowels at the same time (This is Rome)
We ain’t time travelin’, we talkin’ ‘bout the time we livin’ in
This modern roaming empire underneath Caligula
Close your eyes envision it
You can see imperial police in the streets beatin’ pleebs out their innocence
Welcome citizen, you can pay your penance to the Emperor now or get put with the prisoners
Are you listenin’?
Do what you are told or what you are told will be done to you, simple wisdom it
City sprawlin’ with soldiers on war horses
With chest armor armed forces for official employers
Roman source patrol off on the dogs roaming remorseless
‘Cause job shortage makes some rob to recoup losses
Full equipped with gods on high cliffs
Bombs from drone ships, it’s lightning from Zeus’ fist
18 A-list VIP as it gets
‘Cause pirate computer mix worth a trillion bits
2016, rulers with big dreams
One world, one Roman government, one currency
One slave populace from one goddess' ovaries
One love motherfucker and it ain’t for you or me
Totalitarian, barbarian
Motherfucker this is Rome say the name again
You got a favorite sin? Go commit it then
Livin’ ain’t safe in Rome, but we don’t give a shit (This is Rome)


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