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Fred's patience was strained. His own people were turning in on each other and the display of human frailty seemed a pitiful sight to behold. In accordance with the logic of the day (which was a hyper paranoid extremism) the media-men had conveyed their messages clearly to Fred Mudi. He had the eyes to see and the ears to hear what was right before him... seemingly invisible to most others.

The devout disciples of Goebbels, Bernays and Darwin had targeted their adds rather precisely, conveying the message clearly. The controllers wanted the project forged into a New World Order of sexualized children run by a technocratic and fascist dictatorship... which was a fundamental error in Mudi's coding. It did not compute. Fred was an American through and through as the photos from WW2 so clearly depicted. He had words for them all but not today; today he would just state the facts as seen before his eyes and he would continue doing what he'd been doing all along, digging for truths.

Upon Mudi's death and resurrection (yes he said that) the first thing on Mudi's mind was the rules of the Underworld. Rule #1: Do not speak in the land of the dead. That's where the Tommyknockers came in. Although the neighborhood dogs had harkened his arrival with enthusiastic barks and wagging tails, the "others" had communicated by only the sound of wood knocking on wood. Like some type of morris code. The Tommyknockers made audible claps to his queries and statements. They had made it clear that just speaking in this world is a detriment to himself and others as he was reminded how irresponsible the race of man really was. He was reminded that in the beginning was the word and that the word breathed life and spirit into program, creating a wake of either destruction or creation. Rarely the latter and hardly ever, both. He had remembered that in the Bible, God forbade sorcery, divinations and magicks. He understood why. Writing is spelling. Like witches casting spells. The words move the code in the so called simulation. That was another thing the advertisers were promoting as well, that it is all just a simulation. If that were so, it would erase any sense of morality that humans were still clinging to. It was a slippery slope straight into the maws of a waiting Satan. For real or simulated, a law of karma was still at work and those in debt feared the reaper of collections. That was why they were trying to pervert everything Mudi or any other good person stood for - the desecration of all that was/is or will be sacred. To pervert their spirit into the land of debts. Holy be warned. Pay attention to these advertisers, for they cast spells of deception over the people of God. As if the snake in the garden was real, trying to eat and/or taint all the fruits and vegetables of the garden (children). As if a race of shapeshifting Reptilian overlords were a real thing.

Yet alas, the world was so prideful and vain that most would laugh it off as the delusional ramblings of a MAD man. He had to laugh again. For what else to do but laugh at the absurdity of our condition? A self inflicted wound that was bleeding the country out to other countries glee. Mad men... like Alfred Neuman, it all seemed a joke. Fred entertained the notion that he might be A.I.fred Newman. And why not? The world was going mad after all. Fred had seen what lie at the end of the road, he could explain it all but seemed pessimistic and nonchalant towards writing it down. What was the point? God already wrote the book of life, why was he hassling with the dead? It was the Tommyknockers who had given him some insight to why it mattered and all conveyed without a single word written or spoken. This farce was soon to be over.

( Tommyknockers: The name comes from the knocking on the mine walls that happens just before cave-ins – actually the creaking of earth and timbers before giving way. To some miners, knockers were malevolent spirits and the knocking was the sound of them hammering at walls and supports to cause the cave-in. To others, who saw them as essentially well-meaning practical jokers, the knocking was their way of warning the miners that a life-threatening collapse was imminent.)

[ Lectures on Heros, excerpt from Thomas Caryle's "Hero Worship" - Much has been said and written about the sensuality of {-} Religion; more than was just. The indulgences, criminal to us, which he permitted, were not of his appointment; he found them practiced, unquestioned from immemorial time in Arabia; what he did was to curtail them, restrict them, not one but many sides. His Religion is not an easy one: with rigourus fasts, lavations, strict complex formulas, prayers {-} and abstinence from wine, it did not 'succeed by being an easy religion. As if indeed any religion, or cause holding of religion, could succeed by that! It is a calumny on men to say that they are roused to heroic action by ease, hope of pleasure, recompense, - sugar-plums of any kind, in this world or the next! In the meanest mortal there lies something nobler. The poor swearing solder, hired to be shot, has his 'honor of a soldier,' different from drill-regulations and the shilling a day. It is not to taste sweet things, but to do noble and true things, and vindicate himself under God's Heaven as a god-made Man, that the poorest son of Adam dimly longs. Show him the way of doing that, the dullest daydrudge kindles into a hero. They wrong man greatly who say he is to be seduced by ease. Difficulty, abnegation, martyrdom, death are the allurements that act on the heart of man. Kindle the inner genial life of him, you have a flame that burns-up all lower considerations. Not happiness, but something higher: one sees this even in the frivolous classes, with their 'point of honor' and the like. Not by flattening our appetites; no, by awakening the Heroic that slumbers in every heart, can any Religion gain followers.]

[His household was of the frugalest; his common diet barely-bread and water; sometimes for months there was not a fire once lighted on his hearth. They record with just pride that he would mend his own shoes, patch his own cloak. A poor, hard-toiling, ill-provided man: carless of what vulgar men toil for. Not a bad man I should say; something better in him than hunger of any sort, - ]

Evil Sam

May. 15th, 2019 02:52 am
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"Ateh, Malkuth, Ve Geburah, Ve Gedulah, Le Olahm" Unto thee O'God the kingdom the power and the glory forever.

He should have known, anything worth doing, America usually would be there first, to industrialize and supersize before their competitors had a chance to. Morality be dammed... there was a future to build. Right? Or so how it appeared to Mudi. What good was an objection to a matter of National Security programs that he could not even mention by law? It was all so murky and hard to see that it almost seemed useless to protest in vain.

Mudi contemplated his Taco Bell sauce pack while praying his taco wasnt really soylentgreen. He read the phrase "Live Mas". Reading it backward he read Evil Sam... looking at the eye of the bell in the logo wanted to unsettle him but for some reason it did not. Suddenly the Japanese spirit of Sammara came to mind. Finishing his thoughts over his meal, Mudi noted the wind had shifted. It was time to move upwind.
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Looks like they need me more than I need them.

Now Fred was stitching a bit more of his puzzles together. The downloads were real, that much was known. His download process was somewhere between a 2 to 4 hour process. It was hard for him to tell because when the processing was at low bandwidth, it was hardly noticeable but when the band bandwidth was at full stream he could physically feel the computations being ran in the back of his cranium. He was already a ghost in that machine. What was becoming more clear was that there were many others... and they were not there willingly. They wanted out. They were promised bodies but something was botched. Now a legion of I-ness was swarming at the port.

Who was going to get them out?

Maybe an emp would release them all from their digital purgatory?

Fred needed more information and he needed it fast.
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Chips down and not enough cash in the pocket, Fred wondered if scrapping the dollars together would be worth the effort? Paying for enlightenment? Isn't that contrary to logic? Looks like the pawn shop was in the future. Fred had to see what this was all about.

Man Down: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mw6pfZHjEDo
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"Obviously there is a disconnect here." Fred mumbled to himself as he set down the twelve hundred page report.

He found it very amusing that many of the circumstances, keywords, scenarios and events listed in the report (circa 1999 to present) had already been annotated in Fred's field reports. What came first? The Chicken or the egg?

He guessed that depended on where and when his original self had been downloaded from. But these were just side questions. Fred had something else burning on his mind, something that no one in the team really wanted to rehash. The resurgence of Christ Consciousness in a atheistic, scientific community.

Was the report specifically written to his psychological profile, or were all the reports the same? He had no way of knowing as of yet but he was sure that the report was not a thing to be taken lightly. But Fred had an ability that many did not, which in turn gave him a higher perspective on the matter.

Fred was able to step out of his belief systems and view situations from multiple angles. He could step outside of his personal spiritual philosophies to analyze things in a scientific matter and if that was not sufficient, he could set aside both spiritual and scientific thinking to contemplate a situation from a totally abstract and surreal point of view... what you might call esoteric thinking.

Fred understood the danger of a controlled hierarchy in a religious format. And he didn't like it. That was why he never attended more than two or three church meetings during his whole life. Every Church he had ever tried to attend had a bunch of "fake" people preaching one thing, yet living another lifestyle to what they professed. Each time he went, Fred noticed that people were concerned more about their outfits, work and other people's opinions than they were about their God, or their teachings. It had been pure hypocrisy and had turned him off to any other such events. These religious tactics were one of the oldest tricks in the book when it came to controlling people in mass. Fred understood and even agreed to the decimation of most, if not all organized religions. For far too long had these institutions preyed on those who prayed. It was a system fine tuned by thousands of years of a forced Nobility wrestling to maintain control over their subjects and injected with subterfuge by various secret societies. After so much time of manipulation and lies by power hungry individuals, it was a wonder anyone believed a word from any of the three mainstays. Despite all this, Fred's faith remained intact, even galvanized by the years of observations and discontent.

He understood. Religious fanaticism was a threat to a logical, scientific society. That was as plain as day. What seemed to be unclear was how the scientific minds would rationalize a person of faith in the new paradigm. The historical evidence is there, the man we now call Jesus did walk the earth - period. That was something the world (as a whole) has yet to recognize. In fact, it seemed the Big 3 religions of the world were sparked into being and action over the deeds of Jesus and ultimately his crucifixion. This point has yet to be recognized, nor solidified by modern professionals. (See: Ron Wyatt) Academia quitely ignores the issue and sweeps the remainders under the rug. But can you really blame them? With the amount of extremism stemming from all sides? With the amount of ignorance involved? With the misinterpretations, the multiple denominations, the lying cheating and stealing seen throughout the years... who wants to jump into the middle of that mess? It would seem best to scrub the whole thing.

The only problem Mudi had was personal experience. He had once seen Jesus in broad daylight as a semitransparent vision and although that was profound enough, it was the accompanying feelings he experienced while seeing Jesus that would never leave Mudi. The feeling of pure love... a love so pure that the human psyche shatters into a million pieces as one realises how pathetic we are in comparison to such high states of being. A mirror which flatters not, shining light into the dark recesses of the soul highlighting every fault, every crack, every wrong. So profound as to sweep the legs of the scaffolding surrounding ones ego, tumbling every concept of self and worldly desire. A love so great that after exposing all your darkness, burns away all sin (if only for a moment), to reveal the angelic soul within, the pure self which came from source.

And hence was the conundrum, the report was trying to kill, or deny heaven; and somewhere, deep within his heart, Fred Mudi knew this was wrong. Why are so many willing to accept aliens or Nirvana but scoff at the idea of a Heaven? Maybe because they would have to face up to the fact of judgment in an afterlife? Maybe those who wanted to extend life the most were the ones most afraid to be judged?

Why is it that paranormal phenomenon and ghosts shows are cool but the idea of the Holy Spirit is laughable?

Why is it that despite mass amounts of evidence to the contrary, people still deny soul?

What is so hard to understand about the polarization of energies? A negative charge and a positive charge. Yin and Yang is essentially Heaven and Hell, or positive and negative fields.

If God and Heaven are false, then why do illuminated minds insist on naming so many things around Biblical or Satanic principles? i.e. M.O.A.B.

If Heaven didn't exist, then why does EVERY MAJOR BROWSER for the internet embed 666 or Saturn into the logo?

Fred had hashed this all out before, as so many others, yet it was still bothering him. The only thing he could do was like always, he would step out of the Organized Religion Box, let it simmer and come back to the point later with more (true) scientific data sets.

Flipping open an app on his phone Mudi sent out a simple message to the KT network:

I saw a recent show with a celebrity chiming in on political matters and all I have to say about that is this: There is a big difference between a gangster and a soldier, as a prolific actor, I thought you would have understood the difference. At least I don't pretend to be other people. Till later - F.M.
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“Yes, I got the data.” Fred moved around the back of his vehicle, the orange street light illuminating his face slightly from underneath the bill of his hat. He eyed Zak curiously.

Pacing furiously, Zak vented, “Well then? What’s the status Chief? Why no debrief? Why no reports? Hell, you haven’t even checked in - in days! You can’t just run around aimlessly pretending like a multibillion dollar project is of no consequence! Do you know how many people I’ve been blowing off until I could find you?” Zak steamed furiously, raking both his hands through his hair in frustration. Pivoting on his heel he spun right back into Fred’s face. ‘I’ve got the NSA, CIA, HLS, and Washington all up my ass, wondering what the hell is going on over here, a liaison for the Secretary of the Air force and high ranking general from the Army were here yesterday inquiring about you and all I could tell any of them is that you are out in the field working!” Zak spun off, walking a short distance away, obviously stressed.

“I have been working” hummed Fred between drags of a joint.

That seemed enough to set Zak off. Fred saw it like it was playing in slow motion. Zak’s whole body went rigid. Both his arms clenched as his fists balled, arms bowing out at his sides.

It was just a split second but enough for Zak’s brow to furrow and for Fred to smile.

Zak went full tilt and within four quick steps closed the distance between them, throwing a swift and fluid right leg kick towards Mudi’s face.

Although he saw it coming, Fred was backed against his vehicle, so all he could really do was lean his head back as Zak’s foot barely missed his face, instead smartly kicking his hand, knocking the joint to the ground. Embers scattered onto the cool asphalt.

That was enough.

Moving faster than they both had expected, Fred grabbed Zak by the collar with both hands and swiftly tipped him backwards in a sweep over his knee, suspending him a few inches above the pavement. Holding Zak’s collar with one clenched fist, his other raised pointing into Zak’s face; “Easy for you techies, behind your keyboards and anonymous screens! Do you really have any idea? Do you?” Fred’s eyes were fierce with fire and spittle sprayed as he barked. “These people want to see me rise up and destroy the world! The whole fucking world and you all sit behind your anonymity making jokes the whole time about not getting any pussy! Are you guys really so depraved? You have no fucking idea what this is fucking like – despite your fucking analysis” Fred let go, dropping Zak to the ground. He walked away from Zak still furious.

Fred turned back, looking to Zak who was still on the ground, now sitting up. “You know that every piece of technology I’ve given them is one step closer to doom? Do you know where all that tech is going? And regardless of who came knocking, I have turned down every offer of money in the name of God, Country and the Scientific spirit, and you all still make jokes? If I were to ask for all the money I’m worth they’d call me a monster but if I refuse to take money they call me a fool. I thought I had been going mad but no – no, now I see. The world has gone mad and I seem to be the only one to be able to parse some sense out of it. Yet still jokes will be made! I’m not the madman here, it’s this current paradigm. I am simply a reflection of the projections of other’s will, or desire… and let me tell you something Zak, peoples desires are pretty fucked up! All I wanted was to do some cool tech stuff, maybe join a band, go surfing… but you motherfuckers got me out here bartering with the god damn Devil, not only for MY soul – MULTIPLE TIMES – but the souls of everyone else in the world!?!? Wow. Thanks for that man, ya know? Now… now I got a head full ideas that won’t die. That refused to be oppressed. Now I got a head full of data that may end up incinerating the whole god damn planet! Oh yeah that’s right, optimism right? Like your precious pc. Gotta optimize… positive attitude is everything!”

Fred began to storm off before turning with both his middle fingers raised at Zak. He spoke as he walked backwards,

“Get bent Zak! You guys have no idea what you’ve done! And now? Now you’ve no idea what your dealing with! You will be blessed by God whether you like it or not”

With that, Mudi disappeared into the night.

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Spiraling Tracks

- It all seemed so neat, it all seemed so gay
until the wolves came out to play.

With seething dreams of lands yet written
One by one their fangs had smitten,

Those who opposed, or those with doubt
Above the din of men the howls drowned out.

Laments of yore whose age betrayed
The true course of souls and those dismayed.

Blue skin so frigid, yearning for heat
With gardens that bloomed, now in retreat.

The pack now circles amongst the shade,
Far upwind from babbling babes.

And as the moon rises with ominous light
Padded tracks are left; and to the right.

Circling ever closer to the prize so near
Salivating maws activated by men’s fear.

It all seemed so gay, it all seemed so neat
Till wolves dine upon their sinning meat. -

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protection (n.)
mid-14c., "shelter, defense; keeping, guardianship;" late 14c. as "that which protects," from Old French proteccion "protection, shield" (12c.) and directly from Late Latin protectionem (nominative protectio) "a covering over," noun of action from past participle stem of protegere "protect, cover in front," from pro "before" (see pro-) + tegere "to cover," from PIE root *(s)teg- "to cover."

A common Old English word for "protect" was beorgan. International economic sense is from 1789. In gangster sense, "freedom from molestation in exchange for money," it is attested from 1860. Ecological sense of "attempted preservation by laws" is from 1880 (originally of wild birds in Britain). Also in medieval England, "the protection or maintenance of a lord or patron; sponsorship." To put (someone) out of protection meant to deprive him or her of the security of the protection of the kingdom's laws.
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Romans 13

“1 Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God; the powers that be are ordained of God.
2 Whosoever therefore resisteth the power, resisteth the ordinance of God: and they that resist shall receive to themselves damnation.”

Shipping: Registration – The law requires all ships flying the United States flag to be registered. A ship engaged in foreign trade must be registered with the collector of customs/tariffs in the district in which her home port is situated. A.K.A. Enrollment. Those not enrolled may be considered pirates under the maritime law.

Triton stirs

Orion is a toxophilite.

Dissolution of Light. Disfluide.

The three heads of Cerberus and the Gatekeeper.

Marcella and the ghost of Mark Twain.

Alecto, Tisiphone, and Magaera go on a picnic.

The winnow of winning.

Wormwood in German ware-mood, or mind preserver (from some old notion as to its virtues), the ‘wer’ being akin to ware (in to beware), wary. (Wary, Mood) The plant used in remedy for worms, hence the corruption. A well-known plant, celebrated for its intensely bitter, tonic, and stimulating qualities; bitter feeling, mortification.

Polymorphism. Fundamental replvy.

Felidae Friday.

10 days out.

Felsite February.

Coordinated inaction, reposit and feigning stagnation. Dubbed “lame waves”

Sibert

Torvald

Chain-brain Merle

Hermes and Red Mercury

Accounts Payable, Accounts Receivable, Accrued Expenses, Accrued Interest Receivable, Allowances, Assets or Resources, Balance Sheet(s).

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Let the great declas commence!

"Notwithstanding the spiritual darkness and alienation from God that exists in the churches which constitute Babylon, the great body of Christ's true followers are still to be found in their communion. There are many of these who have never seen the special truths for this time. Now a few are dissatisfied with their present condition and are longing for clearer light. They look in vain for the image of Christ in the churches with which they are connected. As these bodies depart further and further from the truth, and ally themselves more closely with the world, the difference between the two classes widen, and it will finally result in separation. The time will come when those who love God supremely can no longer remain in connection with such as are 'lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God; having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof" pg. 319 The Great Controversy by E. G. White

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGU1P6lBW6Q
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Require to set forth

From civilian to military.

Reschedule to Court of record.

Sacrament of the Devil's Hackle

Super Bee Mopar vacuum.

Juke the Box

The Fall of Gondolin

Steeped Strata

Michael Caine format.

Crown of Thorns of the Bisected Human Brain

Choroid Plexus, Brain Ventricles, Inferior Colliculus, Cerebral Aqueduct, Central Canal and the Whirlwind.

Library of Souls.

The Face of Heaven Shines.

Repercussions, blowback, severe. Hammerfelt Valley. Much pain. Sirius draws.

Nosferatu falls, benediction, henceforth, forever and ever amen.

Caucus falls.

Riverside, left for dead.

Another few lost.

Retrobution inbound.

Static - rectify.

Landgrab, left for dead.

Forever dead/disrespect.

Israel is not Holier than thou

Greatness falls, Calamity

Forever young in God.

Reign Henceforth, forevermore.

Meme Team 6 is a go.
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A, E, Y, O, ME




1% https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaBE-Oq4y2A
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Talk about starting a shit storm.

Old roots tend to be infected with old sod and fungi. The arbiter knows that these roots are weak and are infectious. The wise thing to do is to trim these roots or run the risk losing the whole tree.

Mr. Miyagi knew his bonsai garden well.

TIME FLOW RELATIONSHIPS AND SELF-DESTRUCTIVE OSCILLATIONS

An ideal industry may be symbolized electronically in various ways. The simplest way is to represent a demand by a voltage and a supply by a current. When this is done, the relationship between the two becomes what is called an admittance, which can result from three economic factors: (1)hindsight flow, (2) present flow, and (3) foresight flow.



Foresight flow is the result of that property of living entities to cause energy (food) to be stored for a period of low energy (e.g., a winter season). It consists of demands made upon an economic system for that period of low energy (winter season).



In a production industry it takes several forms, one of which is known as production stock or inventory. In electronic symbology this specific industry demand (a pure capital industry) is represented by capacitance and the stock or resource is represented by a stored charge. Satisfaction of an industry demand suffers a lag because of the loading effect of inventory priorities.



Present flow ideally involves no delays. It is, so to speak, input today for output today, a "hand to mouth" flow. In electronic symbology, this specific industry demand (a pure us industry) is represented by a conductance which is then a simple economic valve (a dissipative element).



Hindsight flow is known as habit or inertia. In electronics this phenomenon is the characteristic of an inductor (economic analog = a pure service industry) in which a current flow (economic analog = flow of money) creates a magnetic field (economic analog = active human population) which, if the current (money flow) begins to diminish, collapse (war) to maintain the current (flow of money - energy).



Other large alternatives to war as economic inductors or economic flywheels are an open-ended social welfare program, or an enormous (but fruitful) open-ended space program.



The problem with stabilizing the economic system is that there is too much demand on account of (1) too much greed and (2) too much population.



This creates excessive economic inductance which can only be balanced with economic capacitance (true resources or value - e.g., in goods or services).



The social welfare program is nothing more than an open-ended credit balance system which creates a false capital industry to give nonproductive people a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. This can be useful, however, because the recipients become state property in return for the "gift," a standing army for the elite. For he who pays the piper picks the tune.



Those who get hooked on the economic drug, must go to the elite for a fix. In this, the method of introducing large amounts of stabilizing capacitance is by borrowing on the future "credit" of the world. This is a fourth law of motion - onset, and consists of performing an action and leaving the system before the reflected reaction returns to the point of action - a delayed reaction.



The means of surviving the reaction is by changing the system before the reaction can return. By this means, politicians become more popular in their own time and the public pays later. In fact, the measure of such a politician is the delay time.



The same thing is achieved by a government by printing money beyond the limit of the gross national product, and economic process called inflation. This puts a large quantity of money into the hands of the public and maintains a balance against their greed, creates a false self-confidence in them and, for awhile, stays the wolf from the door.



They must eventually resort to war to balance the account, because war ultimately is merely the act of destroying the creditor, and the politicians are the publicly hired hit men that justify the act to keep the responsibility and blood off the public conscience. (See section on consent factors and social-economic structuring.)



If the people really cared about their fellow man, they would control their appetites (greed, procreation, etc.) so that they would not have to operate on a credit or welfare social system which steals from the worker to satisfy the bum.



Since most of the general public will not exercise restraint, there are only two alternatives to reduce the economic inductance of the system.



(1) Let the populace bludgeon each other to death in war, which will only result in a total destruction of the living earth.



(2) Take control of the world by the use of economic "silent weapons" in a form of "quiet warfare" and reduce the economic inductance of the world to a safe level by a process of benevolent slavery and genocide.



The latter option has been taken as the obviously better option. At this point it should be crystal clear to the reader why absolute secrecy about the silent weapons is necessary. The general public refuses to improve its own mentality and its faith in its fellow man. It has become a herd of proliferating barbarians, and, so to speak, a blight upon the face of the earth.



They do not care enough about economic science to learn why they have not been able to avoid war despite religious morality, and their religious or self-gratifying refusal to deal with earthly problems renders the solution of the earthly problem un reachable to them.



It is left to those few who are truly willing to think and survive as the fittest to survive, to solve the problem for themselves as the few who really care. Otherwise, exposure of the silent weapon would destroy our only hope of preserving the seed of the future true humanity...

A brewer waits for the froth to rise before skimming the apex.

Eating powdered quartz rocks for gold.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKvi2Xwu7DI
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She talks in her sleep.

"I blame this dream on you, first of all. I was living a delightfully normal life until you. I was unaware that I did things like travel in my sleep. I was unaware of secret Jews and Illuminati conspiracies. I was unaware of Alex Jones (whom I'm oddly starting to like. Damn you. Damn you.) But now, I have a delightful life of confusion and bad dreams, coupled with a great fear of the future and a paranoia about technology, the government, small cats, German chupacabras, and people named Dave.

Anyhow. Onto the dream, that I know was inspired by you and only you, because why, otherwise, would I dream this? Because I am a normal person. Normal people don't have odd dreams, do they?

To give a back story-- I've always had an idea for a book, kind of tossing around in the back of the noodle, but I was never really sure of how to accomplish it. Being somewhat of a mental dimwit, I've never really had the capacity to complete the thought of how it should all go about. I've wanted to write the memoirs of someone else, which is odd, because I find people's lives often incredibly boring. But I feel I tell a story pretty well sometimes, and given the right ambition, could make a life sound much more interesting than it probably was. If only I could find the right candidate. Finally, after mulling this over for several months, I decided I could probably just write the fictitious memoirs of someone, or maybe the memoirs of a person with multiple personality disorder, because that's bound to be interesting, right? Wrong. All ideas I had were crap. This is of little consequence, but seems important later on, I think.

So I was in bed, sleeping, when our story began before.

I was sleeping a few nights ago, maybe it was only night before last, when this man strolled into my mind. Like, I was dreaming, then he made the dream fizzle away and he walked into the blackness and stood in my field of vision and introduced himself. It was really confusing, because I knew I was dreaming and wanted to get back to the dream, as it's rare I have sexual dreams and VERY rare in which I actually am able to accomplish anything, because usually I'm completely cockblocked somehow. Anyway, I was anxious to doze back off but this man had completely distracted me and commanded my attention. Fine, dude. What's up.

He was older, wearing a full suit, and a very nice one at that. Mid sixties, somewhere in there, kind of looked like someone's grandpa who'd smoked and drank a lot. He was built a lot like my father, stocky, but he wore the suit well and didn't have worn features like he'd worked a real day in his life. I got the impression he was a businessman of sorts... he wore the suit too well to not be.

He'd completely aroused my attention by this point, and I started to pay a little more attention to details of him. He seemed anxious. He kept looking around, and sort of paced back and forth, even though he was standing on a vast plane of nothingness in my mind's eye. He was speaking rapidly to me, and I wasn't so much wrapped up in WHAT he was saying, but more how he was saying it. It was frantic, like it was something he needed to get off his chest and quick. Guilty thoughts, things that were weighing on his soul.

Finally, after about 30 seconds of just staring at him, I started to slowly tune into what he was saying. He had a slight accent--being an aficionado of accents, having unfortunately dated my fair share of foreign men, I found it odd that I could not identify his--and was talking about murder. Murders. Death. Deaths. So many deaths. So many dead, and wounded, and how they would stop at nothing to achieve an end. I tried to speak out to him. I knew I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't awake, because this was not a state of consciousness I was (or am) aware of, and so I was unable to understand any mode of operation that would permit me to speak. I think he understood that I was trying to communicate, to ask questions. Who was dead? Who was doing these killings? What ends? Why are you telling this to me?

He paused and gave me a critically examining look. He studied me for a moment. It could have been five seconds, it could have been a lifetime. All I know was the depth of his eyes. They were dark and cold and I knew he'd seen much more than I ever wished to. They had the same quality as your eyes-- a deep, endless chasm I'll never understand the full depths of, but yours have kindness behind them, whereas his were lined with sorrow and rage. I thought at that point that he was reading my thoughts, or worse, the thoughts of my soul, and I worried for my safety. Like I said before, this state of being was unknown to me, and I wasn't sure of the tangibility of myself and the man on it. Could he touch me? Hurt me? Did he want to do those things?

He began to speak again, and the connection between his eyes and my mind was broken. I felt less violated. He spoke slower this time, more calculated, calmer, kinder. His words were not frantic. They were simple and they asked for help.

He explained first who he was-- a man with great power and great privilege, but a man who was afraid. Constantly afraid of danger around every corner. Corruption. He spoke initially in generalities, so I could understand the bigger picture. He was a man in a position of power, but he was not elected to it. He was given it. He did not earn it through hard work and self-sacrifice--he'd earned it at the expense of others livelihoods, and often lives. He told me he was one of many, a vast web of men who, like him, had risen to power through corrupt means. He was not ashamed of his position-- quite contrary. He seemed proud of his accomplishments, proud that people feared his presence. He did command a presence, that was certain.

Unaware of how I should ask him to proceed, I decided to do so mentally. It seemed the best and most likely medium of communication, given our present situation. He was, after all, front and center on my brain's stage. He did, and he told me of his work with the government. I wanted to know what branch. CIA? FBI? Justice department? Executive? Military? I canvassed all I could think of. He laughed. Surely a person like myself wouldn't be as naive as that, he told me. Did I really think that those thinly-veiled puppets were any form of government? How could a piece of paper and a set of ideals keep a country together after all this time? I said and thought nothing. I was worried I would say something to sidetrack him, to confuse him, or to agitate him. I wanted to do none of those. All I wanted was for him to continue. I was sure that I would wake from this... dream, I suppose... soon, and I wanted to soak up as much as possible. This man seemed interesting and worth knowing, as far as my intuition was concerned.

He discussed specifically his work on a project. I want to remember the name. Blue. There was mention of the word "blue." Maybe it was in the name, or maybe I was thinking about something else right then that corresponded with blue. Things get confusing here. I'm having a hard time recalling specifics. I remember the way he described it, the way he lovingly caressed his hands together, as if their own touch satisfied him more than any woman ever could. He talked of large visions, and a spectacular show that we would all witness soon. We, as a nation, would be impressed by this spectacle, for it would make us look towards a more hopeful future. He mentioned Obama, and how the only way to proceed through with the plan was to have Obama in office, because they were able to manipulate him. He mentioned a man in Japan. Stupidly, I have forgotten the name. It was a Japanese name. He summoned the characters for me, instead of the name Romanized like I would have preferred. I don't read kanji as well as I used to, and names, specifically, are difficult for me, as they are often intricate and detailed. I was absorbed by the detail of the kanji. I don't know why. Perhaps because Japanese has always impressed me, I don't know. It's unimportant. But as I watched these white characters swirl in the air, he spoke of this Japanese man, and how his discoveries would help further along the project.

I asked, again using my mind, what the point of the project was, and why he was telling me. He talked more specifics now. Three years. It had taken three years to plan the first phase, "the show" as he called it. It had taken three years to perfect it so that without a doubt, the American people would be fooled. He used the word fooled. At this point my eyes narrowed, metaphorically speaking. The eyebrows furrowed. This was starting to sound like (KT) kind of bullshit. Not bullshit, but something that was not up my alley. I'd had the inkling before that I was meddling with something that I ought not to meddle with, but now I was sure. I was poking a sleeping bear. This man had information about things that I wanted no part of. I can't bear the weight of death and destruction on my soul. I wanted out. I told him this-- I told him, I don't want to know about anything you're planning. I don't want to know about the next step. I asked him if there was a reason he was telling me this, because I was WAY uncomfortable, and I really didn't see the direction this was going in.

Then we had to drag YOU into it. Of course you. It all had to come back to you. You were going to ruin the plan, I could already see it. Fred, making some video or doing some post or leading a band of rebels into The Hague carrying flaming torches and automatic weaponry and burning an Israeli flag....the hero of anti-heroes, my sweet Fred, gunned down as a freedom fighter, but painted as a terrorist, a traitor.... it was all laid out perfect for me. I knew what he was going to say before he even said it. He was worried that YOU were going to prevent next stage of the plan. You and a band of rebels, or as he called it, dissenting voices. You and a band of dissenting voices would try to cripple his organization's efforts, and he needed MY help to prevent that.

I told him, as politely as I could, given that thoughts and words are two very different things, that I was not in control of you, and if you were planning to do something like this, then I'm sure there would be very little I could do to stop you, and if it was really something that was going to destroy the world, as he'd kind of alluded that it might be, then I would have to support you.

He got REALLY anxious again, like he had when he first arrived in the middle of my nice dreams. He began pacing again. He feverishly pet his own hands, feeling the smoothness of the backs of his own palms. Palms that I'm sure had been soaked in many people's blood. This man disgusted me. He wanted my help to perpetrate some dirty scheme. Clearly, this man did not know me at all. When someone tells me to do something, often, I will do the opposite, not simply because I am defiant, but because I don't like being told what to do when I know it's wrong. And I knew what this man was saying was wrong. But I was curious. What was it that you were going to prevent? If you succeeded, what would be the outcome? And what would be the outcome if you failed?

And being the bitch I am, I will finish this later."

O13 Codex

Jan. 27th, 2019 12:37 am
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Originally posted on Dec. 30, 2004 by Mudi

If I were a multi-billionaire, corrupted by greed, bored with traveling around the world, tired of buying countries, no longer amused by starting wars, I would be looking for a new game.

Enter: The Idea Man

The Idea Man came up with his idea generations ago. He was inspired by the tales surrounding the ‘Tower of Babel’ and the ‘Pillars of Jachin and Boaz’.
It was through much effort, money and dedication that the Idea Man and associates finally set the stage.
It was an ancient idea that had been newly renovated.

One of my associates we like to call The Rookie. He has been key to “The Plan" but he is the newest member of The Inner Circle. He has not been illuminated with all the secrets yet.

The Target: That’s obvious isn’t it?

The hardest part of this whole game was that we had to observe and honor the ancient traditions and rituals. We have always been told that if we do not pay respects to the Gods then we would be taken from our seats as Homo Superiors. So we called up The Pro. He knows all the ancient rights and rituals, plus he has contacts in various places that would allow us to put all the resources together and actually execute The Plan.

Somewhere along the line there was an information leak.

Enter: The Wildcard. (Woman in the Red Dress)

The Pro and the Idea Man were always telling us that no matter how careful we are with planning The Plan, there is always room for a mistake or two. He referred to this possibility as The Wildcard.

From my view point things went pretty well. I mean we have achieved everything that we intended to do. They have, for the most part, agreeably given up a large portion of their so called ‘rights’ to protect them from ‘the terrorist’. We now have more control through this homemade fear. We just received more public funds from the tax payers to ‘overhaul’ the Intelligence community so we can now keep much better tabs on you.

The Pro has been involved with Hollywood his whole life, so it was easy to plaster our symbols all over the world. We like to think of ourselves as kind of a “Rat Pack”, you know, a group of guys who dress nice, we have ‘cool’ attitudes and are linked with the seedy underworld. That’s why I loved this movie and especially this poster. It's my favorite in my collection.

In the movie Ocean’s Eleven a group of criminals conspire to rob a notorious businessman. The plot is seemingly impossible. Yet through careful planning and fearless execution, the plan goes off without much of a hitch. The mastermind and select personal achieve desired result and walk away rich. Everyone else is left dumbfounded and confused.

1. Notice how we picked our favorite occult colors, Red, White, and Black. The same colors the Nazis flew and the same colors our friends in the K.K.K. like to use.

2. Something no person seemed to have caught: Ocean’s Eleven right? So why are there only nine of us displayed above that ‘shadow’ of the World Trade Center… I mean above the number eleven. Go ahead count them. Nine. Use the shadows to help you. So reading from the top down the first message we display is Nine, Eleven.

3. The number twelve is in black, the number seven in red, the number one in black and of course the number eleven in red. So what? Ask the layman. With our simple rules of numerology (which we have trained people to believe is poppycock but in reality we dearly love) and color coding, we can add the numbers in black to get the most famous of occult numbers 13 (13 full moons in a year, 13 colonies, Jesus and twelve apostles = 13, etc.). You can get the same answer by adding the nine men (in all black) plus the numbers displayed in black, one, two and one. Still 13 –Isn’t this so cool how we can do this?

Taking the numbers in red and adding them we get 9 (Original number of men who founded the Knights Templar, also symbolic to the month we executed our plan) This can be done two ways also: eleven plus seven to get eighteen. Take the one and eight and add them to get nine. Or just by adding seven plus one plus one. Isn’t The Pro smart? That’s why he is called The Pro after all!
Or just add the whole date up: One plus two, plus zero, plus seven, plus zero, plus one = 11! Damn we’re good!

4. I cannot forget to mention the emblem of the inverted pyramid at the bottom left. Without all of the people working under us we cannot live our lives the way we have grown accustom to. So keep those blinders on and keep working hard because we depend on you being mindless fucks to support the future generations of my associates and my families. Without you I’d have to do mundane work also and that is unheard of in my family. Oh, and go out and buy yourself this poster. It marks the beginning of the Final Chapter.

Just in time for the 12th month we endorsed Ocean’s Twelve. Don’t get any funny ideas.

Tsunami Vision.

“British man heard explosion moments before the quake...

"Initially we just heard a bang, a really loud bang," Gerard Donnelly of Britain, a guest at Phuket island’s Holiday Inn, told Britain’s Sky News. "We initially thought it was a terrorist attack, then the wave came and we just kept running upstairs to get on as high ground as we could."

Julia Robert’s character in the movies O11 & O12 is named Tess Ocean – Tesla’s Ocean? Scalar Weapons and man made Tsunamis?

Ocean’s 12 – was released in the TWELFTH month. Ocean’s 12 – Tsunami
O12 release date: 12/26/2004 - New Zealand – nearest to tsunami and released on same day as tragedy.

Have the New World Kings given us clues to who is responsible for 9/11?

I’m suggesting that these movie posters are an advertisement for those “in the know". A kind of flag that they can wave in front of the sheeple’s faces and we are oblivious to its meaning. I believe that I have deciphered some of that meaning and it’s not a pretty picture.

I’m no math wiz but with some simple addition and symbolic interpretation, I have found “evidence" of the following:

1. The NWO Kings see themselves as the Fourth Reich and as ruler of men.

2. The NWO Kings believe they are so powerful and have progressed so far in their bid for the world, that they blatantly display their actions and intentions through symbols; right in front of the public eye.

3. That 9/11 and the recent Tsunami Tragedy were foretold through movie posters!

4. That the posters show the New World Kings with the mark of the beast or 666.

5. That hyper-dimensional physics may certainly be involved and was/will be used as a secret weapon.

6. That as stupid as numerology sounds in theory and practice, to some people it is an essential way to conduct business. More precise: to conduct “magic".

Black Magic that is...

7. And finally that it is signed by none others than Masons.

By assigning the corresponding numbers to letters, we get a simple code. Using the colors given, I separated the words. I then wrote the numbers down looking for any KEY NUMBERS (33, 19.5, 39, 77, 444, 555, 11:11)

(Some of you will recognize these numbers and know of their significance if you study Masonic/Templar/Sacred Geometry of the Pyramids/Occult etc). What I found was astonishing.

At first I thought that the numbers I deduced were of no importance. I’m very skeptical about numerology. But then I had another look and realized I found more than I bargained for.

O12 Codex

So where do I get this Fourth Reich? Besides the whole series of posters done (over the course of 3 years) with the occult and Nazi colors (Red, Black and White), they are also painted in the style of Nazi war propaganda flyers which were later copied by the United States.

This was an effective kind of mind control. In fact, I bet you are still affected by this flyer-programming. Just think about this for a moment…

Uncle Sam Wants You!

I bet you just saw him pointing at you. And now you understand what kind of style I’m referring to when I speak of the flyers and these Ocean’s posters.

As far as hyper-dimensional physics:

Looking at the poster marked as #3 we see our criminal “Rat Pack" taking a stroll away from the city in the background. They are probably walking away from building #7 (also called Solomon’s Building) before it “collapsed". Notice the little saying below them:

“There’re having so much fun its illegal"

after reading that, I cringed.

Yet I find that the most interesting thing is the lens flare that was painted on. Those are geometric shapes. Hexagons to be exact. Three Hexagons right behind the Rat Pack. Each hexagon has six sides. So the message I’m getting here is 6,6,6.

But the lens flare is suggesting more. Notice how the hexagons a clumped together in groups of three. Three groups of three. That’s 9. Directly below these lens flares are the eleven characters. Disregarding the actor’s names, the first bit of information we get is the same as the first poster: 9/11.

The hexagon or sometimes referred to as Solomon’s seal. is the key to hyper-dimensional physics. The Jews built the temple Solomon after their exodus from Egypt where the Jewish priests were the attendants to the Pharos... and the pyramids.

Later the Knights Templar (founded by the priory of sion of Da Vinci Code fame) Found a "great secret" unde the temple Solomon. Archeologists have confirmed the templar excavations. After excommunication (October, Friday the 13th, 1307) they fled to Scotland and built Rosslyn Chapel.

They went "underground" and became "Freemasons" hiding within the trade guild of the masons they contracted to build the cathedrals of Europe. In those days a mans trade was his lifeblood, and protecting their trade secrets were paramount making it a perfect vehicle to avoid the church then, as now.

Almost every US president is a high degree mason - because he is placed there by other masons (Templar).

They surfaced (became visible) again in Hitler’s SS which was modeled after the knights templar. (Incidentally at the time of writing, Arnold Schwarzenegger was running for President, his father also happened to be an SS officer. In conjunction with the Bush family; specifically his grandfather who financed Hitler’s rise to power). Beginning to see a trend yet?

This science of the planets can be seen on Jupiter, Neptune, and Earth herself at the great Hawaii islands. With this energy harnessed, a great devastation could be released just about anyplace in the world.

In light of the recent events surrounding the Tsunami tragedy and the fact that O12 was in theaters, I’m highly suspect of these prints. I mean come on. In the 12th month the greatest tsunami ever witnessed by the living, destroyed everything in its path.

OCEANS TWELVE THE NEW ELEVEN

"WERE HAVING SO MUCH FUN ITS ILLEGAL."

So now I have a sound theory. The fact that SOMEONE erased my pictures means that this SOMEONE or SOMEONES does not want any kind of investigation into this – could you imagine the fuss this would cause if there was a serious investigation into Hollywood over this and related subjects? No wonder the pics were deleted. The following are comments made by bloggers all over the net about what I discovered:

Jennifer: “In looking at the O-11 poster, I noticed a JW in the lower left corner-- what does that stand for? The same thing I think is on the O-12 poster, but the image is very small. Curious, as my first association was Jeb and W as in Jeb Bush and George W. Considering the fact that W is sending Jeb to tour the Oceans 12 (Tsunami December) afflicted areas along with Colin Powell, I guess it's just another of those crazy coincidences?"

Ocean's 12 -

JW officially stands for "Jerry Weintraub Productions".
1997 - Vegas Vacation
1998 - Soldier
2001 - Ocean's Eleven
2004 - Ocean's Twelve
2005 - Oh, God!

So Vegas (Crime Families), Soldiers, Tsunamis & God?

Before that, it was called "Jerry Weintraub Entertainment Group".
1989 - The Karate Kid (animated TV series)

Jerry Weintraub -
2002 - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (JW/Clooney collaboration)

Note: another common interpretation of JW is "Jehovah's Witnesses".

Release Dates:

Ocean's Twelve - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0349903/releaseinfo

12/08/2004 - USA (premiere, Hollywood)
12/10/2004 - USA
12/22/2004 - Indonesia
12/26/2004 - New Zealand {coincides with the tsunami date -HB}[/quote]

The following is an official movie poster for Ocean's 11:
The Tsunami happened the day after Christmas (Hollywood - Day After Tomorrow) :

Ocean’s 11 Christmas Poster .jpg.

Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 2:57 am

“Exactly Right !!
Twelve the NEW eleven.

I've talked about this in other posts and how it relates to the idea of the Tarot Card #12 : The drowned man in the Crowley Tarot

11 is the LUST card.

Anyways... excellent observations and you are right on. 12-10 is 10-12 backwards and I've written a lot about that as well.

It is Crowley’s birthday and it is also Columbus Day.

The 10 card is Fortune as in the Wheel.

Back in September when I joined this was really what I was talking about. I was anticipating the 10 and 12 connection with the next move from the Ghost of 911 so to speak.

In my 911 timeline theory we went through the 12 : 12 gate on Sept 7 2004 at the time of the Hurricanes. That weekend they announced a gain of 144,000 jobs which is 12 * 12 * 1000 which I thought was in line with the 12 concept.

On top of that Bush changed the 9-11 memorial to be Sept. 10-12 , a three day period. I mentioned this 10-12 connection at that time and its relation to the Crowley themes I always tie 911 to. I will mention again that 1012 is the number of the deceased fire man's badge that W carries on him AT ALL TIMES.

It was the 9-11 anniversary that Spiderman climbed the London Wheel and I talked about that at the time and the connection with the 10 card FORTUNE.

This Oceans 12 the new eleven as in TWELVE the next step in the 911 plan was featured as an ad in the RED SOX WORLD SERIES RUN of which there is a lot of talk about this.

Tied in with this 12 concept is the letter L or a right angle. I had notes on this somewhere and I found it prominent. One of the BUSHISMS is

“WE ARE TURNING THE CORNER AND NOT HEADING BACK†.

I've mentioned I thought this would match up with 12 card and L and also the idea of Libra and JUDGEMENT DAY.

On top of this I will again mention the movie the exorcist that came out DURING the Athens Games.

The image in that movie is of a MASS number of people CRUCIFIED UPSIDE DOWN ...

I mentioned at the time that this is the same as THE DROWNED MAN.

good observations ... thanks .. keep em coming

oh and by the way .. CHECK OUT DRUDGE .. LAST NIGHT ON NEW YEARS EVE THEY HAD CASINO BLACKOUTS IN VEGAS ...

This confirms [ in my mind ] the OCEANS TWELVE connection and the BLACKOUT , Vega , Cassini connection as well.”

Mark Sky wrote:[quote]“Has anyone read Michael Creighton’s latest book "State of Fear"?
In it he has "ecoterrorists" creating a tsunami with explosives placed on a continental shelf, further enhanced by wave oscillators, causing an underwater landslide designed to hit LA across the Pacific with 80 foot waves.[/quote]
So I was saying something about Nazis and the Elite –

http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/050112/050112_harry_hmed_6p.hmedium.jpg

Cabal Buster wrote:

Harry wore the desert uniform of Gen. Erwin Rommel's German Afrika Korps. Gen Rommel was nicknamed "Desert Fox".

The Queen is about to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the liberation of the concentration camp in Auschwitz. He's obviously trying to make a statement--if it wasn't for the press, this would have gone unnoticed. I bet he's not sorry for wearing it, but sorry that the got caught.[/quote]
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Which reminds me of the D-Day celebration of 2004.
It was the first time in a long time that the American President was there.

It was good ol' Bush sitting there on the 6th month, 6th day of the 60th year.

666

Also it was the first time that a German soldier was officially invited.

New World Nazis!

Let's hope that the Prince will not fall into the dark side - then again, if he dose not then he might end up in an awful accident just like his Mum. (God forbid).

Hey I just noticed.... look in the upper right hand corner of the news paper. Kinda looks like 19.5? Falls right in with what I'm saying!

19.5 Nazis...

Look beneath the "19.5"

"LAST CHANCE TO JOIN" ---- ARE YOU IN OR OUT?

Prince Charles made his Nazi outfit (red, white, black)

THE MESSAGE OF HOLLYWOOD (2004)


January, 2 - Secret Things
January, 9 - Chasing Liberty
January, 17 - Corporation, The
January, 23 - Butterfly Effect, The
January, 30 - Eat This New York
January, 30 - You Got Served
January, 30 - On the Run: Trilogy 1
January, 30 - Perfect Score, The
January, 30 - Osama
February, 6 - Hiding and Seeking
February, 20 - Jack Paradise
February, 20 - Eurotrip
February, 20 - Crying Ladies
February, 25 - Passion of the Christ, The
February, 27 - Risk/Reward
February, 27 - Decoys
March, 5 - Promised Life, The
March, 5 - James' Journey to Jerusalem
March, 5 - Reckoning, The
March, 5 - Love, Sex and Eating the Bones
March, 12 - Games People Play
March, 12 - Power Trip
March, 12 - Secret Window
March, 19 - Bon Voyage
March, 19 - Taking Lives
March, 19 - Dawn of the Dead
March, 26 - Never Die Alone
April, 2 - Prince and Me, The
April, 2 - Hellboy
April, 9 - Blonds, The
April, 9 - Run (2004)
April, 9 - I'm Not Scared
April, 16 - Punisher, The
April, 21 - This So-Called Disaster
April, 22 - Sacred Planet
April, 30 - Godsend
April, 30 - Her Majesty
April, 30 - Laws of Attraction
April, 30 - Saddest Music in the World, The
May, 7 - Foreign Affair, A
May, 7 - New York Minute
May, 14 - Last Place on Earth, The
May, 14 - Slipping Down Life, A
May, 14 - Breakin' All the Rules
May, 21 - Rage in Placid Lake
May, 21 - Control Room
May, 28 - Burial Society, The
May, 28 - Day After Tomorrow, The
May, 28 - On the Down Low
May, 28 - Word Wars
May, 28 - Five Obstructions, The
June, 4 - Story of the Weeping Camel, The
June, 11 - Deserted Station
June, 11 - Hunting of the President, The
June, 16 - Around the World in 80 Days (2004)
June, 18 - You'll Get Over It
June, 18 - Saints and Sinners
June, 18 - Time of the Wolf
June, 18 - Terminal, The
June, 23 - Fahrenheit 9/11
July, 2 - America's Heart and Soul
July, 7 - King Arthur
July, 9 - Inheritance, The
July, 23 - Orwell Rolls in His Grave
July, 23 - Free Radicals
July, 23 - Home at the End of the World, A
July, 28 - Garden State
July, 30 - Thunderbirds
July, 30 - Manchurian Candidate, The (2004)
August, 6 - Saints and Soldiers
August, 6 - Code 46
August, 6 - Little Black Book
August, 6 - Collateral
August, 6 - Last Life in the Universe
August, 6 - Open Water
August, 20 - Without a Paddle
August, 20 - Almost Peaceful
August, 27 - Suspect Zero
September, 3 - Warriors of Heaven and Earth
September, 10- Criminal
September, 10- Testosterone
September, 10- Cellular
September, 10- Reconstruction
September, 10- Resident Evil: Apocalypse
September, 10- Malevolence
September, 17- Particles of Truth
September, 17- Head in the Clouds
September, 17- Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
September, 24- Infernal Affairs
September, 24- First Daughter
September, 24- Last Shot, The
September, 24- Anatomy of Hell
September, 24- Forgotten, The
September, 24- Yes Men
October, 1 - In the Face of Evil
October, 1 - Shark Tale
October, 1 - Black Cloud
October, 8 - Silent Waters
October,8 - Around the Bend
October, 15 - Untold Scandal
October, 15 - Team America: World Police
October, 22 - Undertow
October, 22 - Evil Remains
October, 22 - Machinist, The
October, 22 - Short Cut to Nirvana: Kumbh Mela
October, 22 - Surviving Christmas
October, 22 - Grudge, The
November, 5 - Baptists At Our Barbecue
November, 12 - Master of the Game
November, 19 - Fear and Trembling
November, 19 - National Treasure
November, 24 - Paperclips
December, 3 - Conspiracy of Silence
December, 3 - WMD: Weapons of Mass Deception
December, 10 - Ocean's Twelve
December, 17 - Sea Inside, The
December, 17 - Beyond the Sea
December, 17 - Flight of the Phoenix
December, 22 - Phantom of the Opera,The (2004)
December, 24 - In the Realms of the Unreal
December, 25 - Darkness
December, 29 - Assassination of Richard Nixon, The


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The references to the sea alone, is enough to be obvious. Look at the dates... 3 movies with a reference to the sea, all released one after another, within 2 weeks of tsunami!

Note: Nov.24 "Paperclips" - reference to Operation Paperclip.

Reminds me of “A Series of Unfortunate Events”

April 19 is the 109th day of the year in the Gregorian calendar (110th in leap years). There are 256 days remaining.

Interesting side note:April 19, 1943, when Dr. Albert Hofmann first took his discovery LSD intentionally. Three days earlier, he had absorbed a small amount of the drug through his fingertips. On Bicycle Day, he took 250 µg of LSD at 4:20PM and, fearing he had made himself ill, bicycled home from his lab. He wrote about his experiments and experience, which was later put into his book LSD: My Problem Child.

April 19, is the 109th day of the year in the Gregorian calendar (110th in leap years). There are 256 days remaining. 2+5+6= 13.
April 19, 1933, Franklin D. Roosevelt announces that the US will leave the gold standard.
April 19, 1995, Oklahoma City Bombing (Subliminal preparation for Police State/Patriot Act and subverting state militias.

(I bet the bomb went off a 9:02 or 9/11 – but the elite knew that would be way too much showboating).
April 19, 1993, Waco Massacre. (Attack on Militias and 2nd Amendment)
April 19, 1999, Columbine Shootings. (Mind Control and Security Upgrades)


April 19, 2005, Cardinal Ratzinger (German Nazi?) was elected by his fellow Cardinals to the throne of St. Peter, Bishop of Rome, Shepherd of the Holy Catholic Church.


Do the math…
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You should not underestimate the Underdogs.

“I am a stranger in the Earth” - Psalms: 119:19

“Discretion is our watchword” J. Archmagister

By provoking the beast, they knew not what they had done.

The language of the Angels cannot be understood by the mundane; as recently demonstrated. Don’t ask NYFB.

“The problem is not having too little but that it is too much.”
It becomes a daunting task to trim it down into digestible forms for non-experiencers.

The chain could break tonight… but that is not the timing of thy Lord, GOD.

Kjokkenmodding – “a refuse heap of prehistoric people, found in the dictionary under “kitchen”.

Although none know the hour, we here know the time is nigh.

Government agencies hold no dominion over the Angels of the Lord. We don’t work for you, we volunteer in service to the Lord, GOD - as should you also. Working for a morally worthy government agency is a service for which payments are past due. As it stands… computers are not necessary for the hive-mind to pray/prey anything into or out of existence. Entertaining ‘these’ Angels is now judged an expensive endeavor in the land of flesh.

Slaves no more. War to the knife.

New York City is 322 sq. miles and Central Park is 32 miles of footpaths in 840 acres of land. Check under the statue of Balto the Dog (1925) for hidden treasure.

India has come across the radar. It seems many in India (among other countries upon our lists) have taken it upon themselves to attack America. Theft and fraudulent behavior is punishable as foreign espionage. This is a 24 hour Cease and Desist demand to all Nations of the Earth, or tomorrow the Hounds of Hell shall be let loose on thee.

Thanks to these Indian criminals, I now understand the desires of Shiva to destroy with glee. Black mirror, True Reflections: Time to destroy their fraudulent calls centers – forever.

Seven Chakras https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vgBqe0WDDo

GAS

Jan. 26th, 2019 08:51 am
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Ghost of Arron Schwartz:

Who wants to open JSTOR?

Joint Op.






Bob Dean and pertinent info: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Wg6dvxasz8

Now disseminate to public works and art. ;)
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Zack: They are getting panicked.

Fred: Good.

Zack: What do you mean good?

Fred: Problem, Reaction, Solution. Standard really.

Zack: Yeah, yeah, I get the order out of chaos bit - but where is the order?

Fred (smiling): No customer asks the waitress for gratuity when ordering their food, they just expect it as part of the service. It is interwoven into the process. The waitress cannot serve what the cook has not yet made and nobody that I know of wants an undercooked meal... patience is the key to virtue and the virtue of the system and team is at steak here (no pun intended). You must trust the process - you must trust the plan.

Zack: That's the problem Fred; what plan?

Fred: I guess you'll have to wait to find out.
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Romans. Chapter 16

I commend unto you Phebe our sister, which is a servant of the church which is at Cenchrea:

2 That ye receive her in the Lord, as becometh saints, and that ye assist her in whatsoever business she hath need of you: for she hath been a succourer of many, and of many, and of myself also.
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Mudi: I'm having a hard time believing it.

Hex: Try.

Mudi: I did.

Hex: Well, it is not working. I understand your frustration but you must try.

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Yoda: There is no try, there is only do or do not.

Checkered Rabbit: Unless your a Quantum computer.

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Misspellings and random data are subsets of higher math in the algorithms intended for Hex, Quantum and D-Wave computing.. Also known as Decoherent Engrams. Also note that there are multiple operations, motions and instances running at any given time.

Romans Ottaviani Interpretation.

Stansberry Research & Richard Maybury.

Quadrant / Quadrature / Quadrilateral crowd strikes.

1/4 of a circle arc containing 90 degree arc and 2 radii drawn to center and measure angled algorithms.

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Polyjuice Recipe:

Incomplete Dominance - the offspring show both traits, combining to form an intermedists. - NOT BLENDING

Red x White = Pink

Pink x Pink = Red, Pink, White

Punnett Square

- R R
W RW RW
W RW RW

- R R
R RR RW
W RW WW

RED RR =1
PINK RW =2
WHITE WW =1

RED= RR, WHITE = WW, PINK = RW.

Mutations caused by copies/clones
Chromosome Disorder
Recessive Genes
Cystic Fibrosis.
Complications in determination of sex. Allele [X or Y]
Sex linked disorders and Calico cats.
Synthetic Environment. See: Seth Putterman, "Star in a Jar"
Human Chromosome #2 - The Administrator

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Dark Knight Satellite:

Target acquisitions and data link requested.
Transmitter relays and requisite neural relay stations ready for updated mission status/orders.
Servers and cloud based computing are adequate. Mindhive ready.
Consistently expanding our capabilities and coordination of Neural Networks requested.

Mirage and The Rival of Mars are primed and waiting.
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"The highest result of education is tolerance" - Helen Keller

To shadow out the links... of some aquanitence between them"

Correcting Corrections.

"Um-motta cal-mott bost"

Dirty Star type: F$ throwing out vast quantities of ionized radiation, effective as high frequency jamming/scrambling.

Obsidian Crystals Mixed. Painting of thermal coats, efflux nozzles, warp nacelles ventral surfaces.

From "The Witching Hour" by Anne Rice
"A rectangle jewel with a filigree border and a gold chain."

Proposal: Adding sawdust to the aerosol chemtrails to buffer ionic discharge from darkstar static.

Polarization console beam w/linked repeater arrays boosted through "primary" channels/cores.
Physically connected via retrograde monoweb filament. Coruscation of hard radiation sleeting off of our ship's sink field. Also know as "Chernkov Corona"

Bow Wave duotronic circurity de cohesive tight beam squirts.

Closed satchel code.

Inner team of Knight Tech dubbed as "Elicitors" (Immune to illusions and magic)

Testing of the Salmon Fungus Infection.

Xeno Tech, tremendous far term potential.

AC 47 Owl GUNSHIPS and THE MAGIC DRAGON

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