Monday, September 29, 2014

On a Clear Day you can see Armageddon.

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The Zio Satanic Mass Murder Cabal is the hardest working junta in show business. They are the James Brown of gratuitous slaughter and applied genocide. They don't normally give out awards for this kind of thing but if they did, the walls of the Zio-Satanic clubhouse would be lined with trophy cases on all sides. Wait a minute... they gave Howdy Doody the Ignobel Peace Prize! They gave it to that porcine Nosferatu Kissinger too. How amazing is it that things like this can go on, that absurdity can be heaped upon absurdity, until the Tower of the Ridiculous disappears in the clouds? On a clear day it shimmers in the Chemtrails. There are no more clear days. On a clear day you can see Armageddon, cue whoever it was that sang that insipid song; probably the same person that did, “Feelings.” 'nothing more than feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings'.

Yes... this is one of the greatest wonders to me, that this whole triple tractor trailer load of weasel shit can just keep steaming along like those behemoths on Australian highways, except, instead of dead kangaroos littering the sides of the road, it's dead people. I'm guessing that people just aren't that curious. They don't go looking to see what really happened. They don't want to know. I imagine if you laid it out step by step about 9/11, many of them would say, “Yeah, I see what you're talking about but it can't be true because otherwise everyone would know.” Well, they wouldn't actually say that but it would be some kind of a permutation on one theme of denial or another. “Can I have another Sir!!!” “Hurts so good! C'mon baby now it hurts so good! Sometimes sheeple don't do what they should, yadda yadda...”

Here's a classic example of the kind of mealy mouthed double speak that comes out of the 'seeming' alternative end of Tribe-Speak. Look at the way the language is shaped and the little kickers stuck in here and there. The best part is at the end when he hits the reader up for money. Heh heh.

There's me and all those other bloggers and people lecturing and doing that word of mouth thing. You figure that gradually, enough people would have tumbled to the transparently obvious lies doing the Hokey Pokey all over the planet but no... they just keep sticking their right foot in and taking their left foot out and shaking it all about, hoping someone notices how good their ass looks in those tight jeans, given they are in that minority. This is the thing about Materialism and those who are sucking on the tit. There's some kind of chemical juice that comes through the tit and it creates a mindset like induced coma. That's not really a mindset unless you think of it as a mind set in concrete. Point being, after a certain point, there's that body of the public that WILL NOT wake up and so... catastrophe and massive trauma is required by the cosmos to get their attention which, at the moment, is busy thumbfucking their cellphone, eating one of those pizzas that have cheese and bacon baked into the crust, or spanking the monkey to pedestrian porn, except when it's not so pedestrian.

The mind, when unprotected becomes a hothouse for astral bacteria. After awhile it is the strongest life form in that location. This bacteria vibrates to mundane and banal crap like it had an antenna, which it does. I suppose it's kinda like Zippy the Pinhead, where the skull comes to a point. Yes... awakening can only go so far before it hits a concrete wall, metaphorically speaking. It is so cringe making to watch the mass of the population chasing after cheap attractions and feeding troughs for the bottom three chakras. One part of me says, “So what, that is, decidedly, what they want.” The other part of me goes, “Yeah, that's one thing but they are all over the place and your odds of not running into them on a regular basis are slim and none.

So... I was in the doctors office today, just a few minutes ago actually and I was looking through a high fashion magazine. The kind of thing I would never see at any other time and you get a sense that there are millions of prosperous and semi-prosperous people. This probably includes a goodly number who wish they were and scramble in all kinds of ways to become prosperous. These people are addicted to the idea of spending $400.00 on a blouse, $800.00 on a pair of pants and over $2000.00 on a pair of shoes, designed by men who hate women. The models all have these dead eyes and the zombie persona enhanced by goth mascara. There's this air of indifference to anything but their own vacuous facsimile of being. They're simply items for purchase just like the things they are wearing and they know this. They hope they will be smart enough to be purchased by someone who can afford them at the level they want to live on. If it's some geriatric business mogul well, that's probably okay. They can lounge about the big empty house and listen to that song by The Eagles, “Lying Eyes” all day long and plot on how to make that happen.

I guess I forget that there is a whole other world out there than the one I live in, since my world is a projection of my mind just as theirs is. I'm not exposed to the stimuli they encounter and if I am I don't have the same reaction anyway. These days when I see a pretty young lady gliding past, what I notice is all the personality accessories that, no doubt, come along with her. Even when I was younger I would think to myself, “Oh... that looks pretty easy to get into and I expect, not so easy to get out of.” Human relationships in the Kali Yuga are a lot like being caught in the brier patch or trying to do the breast stroke in a tar pit. The force of self interest is sooooooooooo great that complications naturally ensue. One has to learn how to read people and that definitely entails having Broad Daylight Awareness. I have officially put the idea of any human relationship, of the type, into the coffin. Man! It smells like freedom!

A friend of mine took it upon himself to travel many thousands of miles to somewhere around Portland Oregon at the invitation of this lady (a reader of these blogs). He was looking for somewhere to land and the hope of a respite from trying to hold it together in today's mercenary climate of existence. He was there no more than a few days when the lady just threw him out because her only reason for inviting him was to make her ex boyfriend jealous. Now he's on the street in a strange land without much money at all, trying to get back to where he came from. I'm pretty much bound to help him and I see my resources dwindling as they have across these past months with my own encounters with sociopaths. It feels like being in a hole in the sand dunes. What kind of a person invites someone across such a distance and then expels them into the toxic atmosphere of today's world? This is why I am trying to be oh so careful in my next foray outward, coming up in about two months.

These days it can be precarious to be dependent on others when people are so fickle and self involved. I mean... you kind of have to have abandoned your humanity when you can just pitch a hissy fit with no cause and throw someone to the wolves. This friend of mine is a basically quiet and unassuming person. He's a good guy but... these days good guys are getting hammered. It used to be that I had to do something to get hammered, now... it happens regardless.

I ask myself, “how many good and decent people are left?” The highways and the supermarkets give me telling evidence. On the highway it seems that most drivers are in a big hurry to get nowhere. They're racing to some destination point where they will likely sit on their ass. They aren't driving. They are driven. They are unconscious automatons being motivated by infernal entities. In the supermarkets, one of the things you notice is that people are unaware of the space they occupy and indifferent to the consideration that other people are moving around them. When you look into their shopping carts you get a clear look at their physical food sources and it ain't pretty. Another thing you notice is that every obese person you see in the supermarket, or any generic stop and shop, are all humping two liter bottles of diet Coke, sometimes in the multiples and sometimes it's not Coke but some other foaming toxin.

Now they're bombing Damascus while using their Banker financed terrorist group ISIS, which was the simple pretext for them to be able to attack ASSAD, who has nothing to do with ISIS. It's been clearly established by now that ISIS is a CIA-Zio-Banker construct designed to be used as an all purpose fear escalator and a cover for whatever massive false flag The Mossad and CIA seek to carry out. They're creating huge camps of displaced people all over the map and my guess is that they will send in people infected with Ebola at some point as part of the Rockefeller eugenics program, which usually follows Little Georgie Sorrows color revolutions, so that the bloodthirsty god he serves can be appeased with all the human sacrifices delivered up on the dark altar of his eternally damned soul. I need one of these.

I'm left with the unshakable certainty that I have to maintain a positive mind frame, regardless of appearances because, after all, this is for the purpose of demonstration. The whole of it all is of such intricate complexity that one must accept their helplessness at instituting any change in the wider world around them but rather focusing on personal changes that may eventually have some larger or smaller impact on the world.

I don't know how permanent or safe my next port of call will be but at least I won't be dependent on anyone else's good will or lack thereof. It seems eminently doable and even if it is technically in The Dark Lord's Realm, his reach is international so I don't see how here is all that different from there. If what I believe is true, that he only has the power we give him, then I feel confident enough. I have some distance of hindsight concerning the circumstances of this life and I have never been so well prepared as I am now.

You have my sincere wishes of good fortune, dear reader. I can't shake the premonition that somehow, somehow, it's going to work out, not everywhere and not for everyone but somewhere and for someone. May it be so for us.


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Friday, September 26, 2014

The Hot Pursuit of the Hamster Swine with the Treadmill Spinning Blues.

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They call Hollywood, Tinsel Town. The image implies an electrified atmosphere, with shimmering confetti woven into it. It's an illusion factory. Quite often, the events and abilities displayed are an impossibility in real life; whatever that is. Increasingly, these days, Hollywood has become a propaganda mill and also a showcase for some of the most blatant and embarrassing shilling for exceptionalism that I have ever seen through that medium.

These days it seems that it is not permissible to make a film where the words Bar Mitzvah is not mentioned at least once. In every film, no matter the time zone and location, there has to be a sympathetic portrayal of at least one Jewish character and the amount of movies being pumped out that play with historical realities; whatever that means, looks like an immense prairie of flyblown carcasses stinking in the sun. It's like Buffalo Bill Cody came through there with the railroad.

Obviously, the people who control, Hollywood are getting desperate. They know they are on the wrong side of history; wherever that is. They may or may not believe in Mr. Apocalypse but it is a certainty he believes in them. If one looks at recent and not so recent events over the last couple of decades, supposing the mind were capable of a time lapse ability, with rewind and fast forward as options, one would notice some astonishing progressions. One would see certain cosmic villains, who had previously kept to the shadows, moving expeditiously into the spotlight, exposing themselves, getting caught out at all kinds of criminal activity. Of course, there have been few penalties. Not a single Wall Street firm or gangster bank has been called into the dock but... the world knows and the world sees. It is true that many of those watching are unaware of what they are seeing but there is that within them that sees and every damning image is being changed into a depth charge that is set to go off at a particular time.

I've been watching a film called, “Million Dollar Arm”. It's a quirky offbeat film, a little too formulaic to be very memorable but the main character, who isn't even Semitic is playing one of those Semitic characters who, themselves, aren't Semitic to begin with. There's more. In one pointless segment they are in a restaurant where one of the characters is eating a chicken salad. It has no relevance. It is only there so that the name Shapiro can be spoken. Earlier I was watching (trying to watch), “The Angriest Man in Brooklyn”. It was so full of Tribe references that I had to turn it off. It stank of desperation and there was nothing funny at any point as far as I got in it. Even scenes that might have once been moderately funny, were not funny.

If one had that time lapse capacity, one would be fairly surprised at how orchestrated all of these incipient and incremental exposures are. If one were able to add in a panorama perspective, one might begin to get a comprehensive picture of it all and even acquire some amount of confidence that what seems at time to be so substantial and unstoppable, are actually no more than cartoons on highly flammable paper.

Surviving in this world at this time requires more than money and influential circumstance. These things can well be fatal liabilities, when viewed in a cosmic sense. Surviving, in a real sense, requires a mindset that knows; the stage upon which ones existence is acting out is temporary. This is a critical awareness to have. Trust me on this, it can save you major grief later on and if you are already in that later on phase, perhaps you know what I mean. Knowing what is temporary and of importance, only in a relative and passing sense, makes it possible to appreciate what has a more lasting value. Getting stuck in a rotating rut; the hot pursuit of the hamster swine with the treadmill spinning blues is a mugs game. It's the chosen venue of the majority of most and it ends up with you as a hungry ghost. If appetites are mastered, certain valuable abilities come into play, eventually. If it is the other way around and they run you, you are in more trouble than you know and the whole world is set up to maximize the attractions and intensify the resulting confinement of ones essential freedom. This is why no one comes out with a smiley face on the other end of the line.

Hollywood makes movies. Movies weave a spell on the mind. Sometimes they titillate. Sometimes they terrify. Sometimes they amuse. Most often they disappoint and at increasingly rare intervals, they educate. These days, mostly, they indoctrinate. Life is a movie and we are all actors. There is nothing you can do to change that while you are here. You play your part. You play it well, you play it badly, or inconsistently and what defines your role, as any of these, is dependent on what turns out to be real and what turns out to be no more than shooting craps in a ghost casino. It's the Overlook Hotel again.

There are people with real casinos, like Sheldon Adelson and others. These seem like substantial things. A lot of money falls out of a lot of pockets. There are people who command armies and people who print literal tons of money, or possess tons of gold. They seem to be very powerful and no doubt they believe themselves to be. Some of them are actors who want to look like they are on the side of the angels, while living in diametric opposition to the standards they are seeking to instill in others. There is the light thrown by the sun. There is artificial light. There are all kinds of light and depending on the light you see something in, on that depends what sort of glamour outlines the item. There is another light these days and it is slowly intensifying as it gears up to be rapidly intensifying. That is the light of Mr. Apocalypse. Think about it. You know when you are seeing something in that light. It happens every day.

A large portion of the public are wearing sunglasses/filters that are the opposite of what you saw in “They Live.” For the moment these are effective against Broad Daylight Awareness but the light of Mr. Apocalypse will not be denied and no glasses, no filters, nothing will stand against the force of that light, as this drama, we are players in, moves inexorably to it's various thundering crescendos of climactic denouements. Ask yourself what is important to you, more important than anything else and live accordingly. Most people flinch at this imperative because it means they can no longer make convenient compromises. There is nothing convenient about deferred inevitability, just as there is no easy road. There are only appearances and appearances are the essential deception. There is the singular and inexplicable behind the profusion of multiplicity. This can be found to be a mathematical truth AND... so far as established beliefs may go, Mr. Apocalypse is busy with those too.

The outrageous sense of privilege, entitlement and grasping greed among 'the self chosen' and their similar numbers is presently measureless. How can it not be possible that this is not all arranged for the purpose of demonstration? Look at their faces! They say it all. It is amazing is it not? At the same time as this 'Treasure of Sierra Madre Flu makes the rounds, human health and well being are under serious attack from all sides and not the least of the concerns is this one. For decades I have been saying those exact words. I recommend a truly insightful book by the actress, Gloria Swanson called “Sugar Blues”; ought to be online as a free download somewhere.

Juxtaposing all of this is the Tribe educated law enforcement madness. They simply murder at will. The level of national stress must be palpable at this point. It makes me wonder at migrating back, even if it is to the furthest outpost of the realm. I keep looking, in a casual way for something similar in various of the world's once beautiful waters; Caribbean, Indian Ocean, Pacific, pretty much anywhere. I will have permanent European residence in a couple of months. For the moment, here in the zeit punkte, for some reason, despite appearances, my present choice seems sound. Two things I will do, besides everything else on the menu (grin); learn about all the edible and useful things growing in Lady Nature's garden and planting a garden of special items I have discovered in my travels. A garden is a wonderful place for working meditation, given the assistive entities.

Well, what else can one do, here on the lip of the precipice, of the fall of empire, of the world wide dis-assembly of a departing age, under the spectre of looming war and catastrophe? One must carry on with the simple things. One must secure themselves in ordinary (and extraordinary) positive efforts, as a counterpoint to all that surrounding ignorance, indifference and insanity of appetite. The world is not my affair. My affair is to live according to a timeless awareness of what is the essential truth of being, insofar as I am capable of being aware of it. My affair is not to occupy my mind with what dark and depraved people have done to me but rather to focus on what I do to others. I am not judged by offenses committed against me. I am judged by the manner in which I react and the purpose and conviction of my continuance; not so much the actual achievement of any station or goal but the degree of passion and attention given to them.


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Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Certain Denouement of the Dark Lord.

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Does something like this deserve a comment? Let us say the heat is definitely on when they start lampooning themselves, however unintentional it may be. Things like this prove that there is no need to deny their special holocaust. All one is required to do is to mention the tens of millions they killed in Russia, The Ukraine, Armenia and other places. Then... it becomes a matter of Karma. Certainly the Karma was minor by comparison but this whole sordid mess of contemporary life ain't over yet. Apparently underneath these structures they have also found The Ark of the Covenant, which is a force generating object that disseminates lies adapted to any time zone it operates in. I'm glad I cleared that up.

Yes... they are definitely feeling the heat and when they feel the heat they take the usual steps to contain the outrage they inevitably generate by their hostile actions against the rest of humanity on and on it goes as it heads off to dreadful epiphany.

It should be pretty clear what is going on though the mass of the public refuses to see. I have witnessed video tape of poll workers putting Yes votes in the No pile. During a conversation the day before the vote I remember saying to someone, “The vote doesn't matter because the results will most certainly be rigged and there is only one reason to rig votes and that is because if the votes are not rigged, the outcome will be different.

Given who is behind the disarray and disorder of these times, you know that they will stop at nothing to maintain the status quo. Keep in mind that if you are hearing about these things, much worse has taken place and is taking place.

In America, that branch of Satanic Control International, is busy importing new voters so that a rotating automat of replicating faces can become dictator for life. One figurehead replaces the last. All sense of propriety and decency have fled can one expect justice in environments like this? It cannot end well for many.

I sit high on the mast in the crow's nest of my life and I look with my spyglass in all directions. I am looking for land. I am looking for a place to land; somewhere to wait out the Denouement of The Dark Lord. I find places and Whoosh... they are rife with enemy agents whose efforts are directed toward getting me to land there or... because of this feature, a host of other opportunities are rendered questionable. Does one dare to tempt fate, when fate has been routinely displaying a vicious and convincing backhand? Does one return to former environs (presently on the table), which one departed from for reasons that are now much more prominent than they were? Given that ones capacity for trust has been severely violated and given... that doubt and distrust are two of the chief conditions being internationally distributed from the ghost/wraith conning towers, transmitting waves of dark narcotic subliminal sound into the collective subconscious... well... one must step back a pace, draw in ones breath, exhale slowly and ponder the paucity of good guidance, as communications from both the visible and invisible realms become muted. Is this the result of internal filters (hardly possible) or the final punishing last gasp of a dying regime of tyranny; tyranny of the soul, tyranny of the mind, tyranny of the heart, chained and subjugated in the dark, perpetually broken on the wheel of mysterious fate... to bleed out into gray pastures in need of color but... for that you need light.

You know what I often think of? I think of what happens when white light is shot through a prism. At the other end, these brilliant colors emerge. It seems that all of these colors are contained in the white light. This then, logically, takes my mind to the snow crowned heights of the Himalayas; the Andes, the Alps, the Canadian Rockies. During their brief summer, the heat of the sun (think metaphor) causes the white snow of pure mathematics to melt and run down into the valleys, through all of the multitudes of tributaries in search of the sea. They overrun their banks in the valleys and from that congress of Sun and Earth and water there comes all the colorful profusion that composes the natural world.

In times of darkness, the natural world is made unnatural. Study if you will, the naked male and female forms. Note their conjunctions and the potential of their connective interplay. From this dance comes all generative replication and all technology. Consider the emotions as technical demonstrations of hot and cold conversions of The One Thing. From the conclusions he gains, Mr. Visible is convinced that he knows shit. He is also convinced that he knows... shit. Presently, The Zero Theorum is playing alongside of the posting in progress. You have to give it to Terry Gilliam, he is both entertaining and educative; one of the good guys, like my beautiful departed brothers; Buckminster Fuller and Terrance McKenna, of whom it may be said, on the one hand, the work of positive imagination created dream worlds of possibility that have been summarily ignored and on the other hand through ingestation of the spirit of Nature saw similar in a differential aspect. “Oh... I ain't got no body... yadda yadda yadda ya.”

You know that you have entered The Dark Night of the Soul (which definitely doesn't last just one night) when the appearance of all support has been removed and you are left with the impression that you are going it alone. It's at this point that things like suicide and portals of possible escape present their luminous lies of release, where release is by no means possible. This counterpoints the 'footsteps in the sand' poem of which most readers are familiar and for which no link will be given; no footprints? No link.

You go right and you got Hank Williams. You go left and you got Ozzie Osbourne. You can't go back but if you did you'd probably find Stephen Foster and ahead, you might find me or any one of the rest of us that don't give up. I thought I knew what heavy was. I had no idea. I suppose the treachery angle cuts the deepest. It's primarily because it wasn't really necessary. It accomplished nothing but to add weights to the heart. However, since the heart is already sinking into a sea of Love well... Bon Voyage.

I hadn't had all that much up close and personal experience of religious and philosophical hypocrites, so maybe that is a necessary part of the learning. Sometimes... I suppose, given the severity of the highway traveled, one tends to trust too much. That seems to be the very opposite of what one might expect on the surface but... all that grief has been very much like a sword cutting deeper into the reservoir of being.

I'm getting a lot of communications that tell me this viscous sludge through which I trudge is everywhere to be found and... as such... difficult to avoid. Forget the maps and charts, the GPS systems, the traditions and systems that, at any other time, might well have proven useful. True North can no longer be found on any gauge. One must move on faith and instinct, knowing... knowing that when all the guiding signs have been pulled from the side of the road and all of the fixed stars moved for mysterious purpose, perhaps one finds that continuance is truly an internal affair and in truth... there is nothing 'out there'.


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Monday, September 15, 2014

Dancing in the Court of Everlasting Justice.

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“ Here comes old flathead he comes sleazing up slowly. He's got Haldeman's eyebrows. He gets head from Foley. He's got slime down to his knees, got to be a Zio cause he do what he please... whatever... whatever” (cue The Pan Fried Ono Band). Cruising about this morning I found this disgusting sop from a program called The Morning Jew, which was being promoted on that Zio-Zine, Raw Story. I don't believe this requires commentary on my part but I suspect some of you will either chuckle or retch, perhaps both, while you read it.


“Materialism is a fire-

Materialism is a grave,

Materialism is a television

on the walls of Plato's cave.

It gets hotter and darker the deeper that you go-

Ah... tell me something I don't know.”


(from the song Materialism by L.V.)


The slathering crocodile Bankers are salivating over the planned carnage in Syria and Iraq. Their front suits are fronting for these moneychangers. Like Pez dispensers or toothpaste tubes they squeeze out endless coils of radioactive weasel shit, which gets spread like pate over the mindscreens of the blind who squirm and moan in their bondage suits. All the straps and cinches are in the right places for maximum sensory stimulus.

We're in one of those, 'when', not 'if' situations but... are we? Where are we exactly? No one knows the answer to that besides the silent watcher and the muleskinner jinns who drive the tumbrils in which the doomed are ferried to their appointment in Sammara. Surely the meaning of the name is ironic. They don't think they're doomed. Evil never sees the truth of its circumstances, obviously.

WAR is on the doorstep but... is it? The harsh truth is that they have no other options. Everything they have constructed is falling apart. They know something is up. Whassup? They're going down, that's what's up.

Once the war machine cranks up; should that occur, the populace will find itself in a state of undeclared martial law. All the basic necessities will be managed and distributed by the government as a means of control. The cities will be nowhere to be once that happens. Whatever happens will happen in the cities. It is only later that anything will spread into the hinterlands. Interwoven and interlocked destinies will be fulfilled as they are meant to be. Those engineering the darkness will be met with a more potent and powerful darkness and those who are magnetized to the process will follow in their wake. It will seem to be the rational and logical course for those so engaged. However... it will be madness, of course. One must be mad to follow the course these unfortunates take and one is also mad, after a different fashion, when one has become capable of seeing through it all.

There are some of us that see what is going on; what happens to us and by whose particular (in each case) intention anything comes about. These are valuable instructions into the nature of others. One is not necessarily compelled to share their insights with the object of their attention. One profits from the knowledge of the dark intentions of others and, outside of what losses one experiences in the process of learning these things, one is afterward protected from recurrent malice at the hands of those possessed of self interest, or simply, under the command of evil or ignorance. These two have a 'Biblical' relationship and let us understand, all those who practice evil are ignorant because otherwise they wouldn't do it. They are ignorant of the consequences, or indifferent, thinking themselves too clever by half to gain a seat in the tumbril. Then there are the exceptional ones; Kissinger, Soros, Rockefeller, The Rothchilds. These are conscious devotees of evil. They do evil for the sheer enjoyment it gives them and they have an understanding (or so they think) with the Prince of Darkness. It could be that some parts of this are true, however, here is one of those situations where being transformed into an angel of light at the 'given' moment has direct and relevant meaning. Once the devil is transformed, so then also is the relationship these monsters enjoy. The Devil is transformed into the district attorney in The Court of Everlasting.

I am now going to discuss one of the most important things ever taken up here. This has to do with how we, or should I say humanis ordinaire (grin) looks right at things and doesn't see them; doesn't see the reality of what they are looking at, doesn't see behind the appearance into the essence of whatever has their attention. This could be an object. It could be a concept. It could be a person. For instance, the teaching construct of Plato, concerning the shadows on the wall of his cave, has a deep and powerful meaning. Many people can glibly converse about it but the power of it is only activated in the visceral brain. I associate the intuition (inner teaching) with the same. What Materialism does, or rather what the ruler of Materialism does is to obscure the visceral brain and also to fixate the self conscious attention upon the trivial, superficial and... mundane. This is how Stupid is manufactured and the evidence of this is ubiquitous.

You MUST have access to the visceral brain. Surely most people might be capable of seeing the value of this force but few indeed see it in its entirety. I compare this to my discovery of the deeper aspects of Lord Ganapati. I always thought he was just a household deity and the deity of business people. I was awestruck when I tumbled to the totality of it. Now... many of us, you included (grin) have some number of things we take for granted and have also convinced ourselves we know the comprehensive meaning of. For years we run around with assumptions and presumptions that are certainly incomplete and often flat out wrong simply for the reason that what we are processing is incomplete in the definition but... we don't take a closer look because... we have already convinced ourselves that we know when we don't.

Having a clear and uncompromised connection to the visceral brain is of infinite value. It will save your ass and more important things too if you have an attentive ear. It will protect you from unfortunate incidents with dishonest people who are more numerous than at any other time simply because of the pre-eminence of Materialism. I include the conscience in the mix too and people bypass that for the sake of expediency and self interest. Hey! Everybody does it. Really? That's not even true. It cannot protect you at those times when it is necessary to gain the fruits of a lesson concerning an incident or person. On the plus side you don't have to keep being Charlie Brown with Lucy holding the football once you have assessed it all.

One of our greatest potential protections is to not want anything. This doesn't mean you don't get anything or that you can't want something. It means going about, as a general rule of not wanting anything. This provides an amazing perspective on what is happening around you. Things like this increase your Broad Daylight Awareness and can subsequently free you of the epidemic continuous looping behavior of the masses. The more detachment you gain from this, the freer you are. Some people are going around with that secret smile because they are experiencing this. This is also the source of song, when one may be singing along with ones footsteps through the world. Not having this capacity is a definite indication of one being in bondage. One is in possession of a chained heart. This is what makes Love so valuable. Love frees the heart. That is the first action taken by real love.

What you have read here today is not considered important by many people and can even be seen as a liability for the pursuit of self interest, should one employ and exercise what is contained in the messages expressed here.

Whatever has been hammering on me for months is still hammering on me. It is truly freaky. I don't know what to make of it. It is hitting me with inexplicable economic loss and all sorts of undesirable things. What's interesting is that I am just looking at it. I know it will pass. I just don't know when.

There are things we have taken to mean one thing that means something entirely different and we don't question it cause we already 'know' it. For instance, what do you suppose that red dot on the forehead of those practicing the Hindu religion means? What it means is 'coffee is ready'. I'm betting most of you didn't know that. Godspeed.


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Thursday, September 11, 2014

We Celebrate the Anniversary of the Israeli Attack on the USA. USA! USA! USA!!!

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Today is here and today is the 13th anniversary of Israel's 9/11 attack on the United States. If it happened in 2001 and this is 2014, it would be 13 anniversaries, correct? Ah... the number 13. Today we celebrate many things. We celebrate the incredible corruption of the American government, following 9/11. It was bad before that but it got much, much worse. We celebrate the transparent and obvious fact that Israel controls American foreign and domestic policy, via their control of the money supply and control of the fluctuations of that money supply, in order to control the state of the culture and the basic elements of life. Today we celebrate the transition of a domestic police force that has been turned into a military force, designed and developed by agents of Israel, in order to strike fear into the hearts of the populace and to both control and frustrate the movement of ordinary people no matter what direction they may seek to travel in.

Today we celebrate the incredible and mind blowing ignorance of the American public, not only their ignorance but also their cowardice and arrogant sense of entitlement. We celebrate the many wars generated by the dual national Israeli neo-cons who used the lies woven around 9/11 in order to justify attacking one country after another in the Middle East to fulfil their Ersatz Israel Zionista fantasies. Millions have died and millions more displaced. There was no reason for these wars because these wars all came out of a ridiculous presumption that a handful of stone age Arabs had masterminded this colossal event, when, in fact, it was masterminded and carried out by agents of Israel and compromised and corrupt intelligence agencies.

Today we celebrate denial and we celebrate indifference. We celebrate the dumb gentile who sends his children to die in Israeli engineered wars and who also expose (as military combatants) them to the performance of cold blooded murder against various peoples who had nothing to do with this attack and no connection to any terror organizations. The only terror organizations killing and torturing and operating with impunity around the world are Israeli constructs and are funded by the governments of the west.

Today we celebrate the reassuring knowledge that the same people who did 9/11 are also planning yet another enormous terror action against some unsuspecting part of America and possibly also other locations in the west. They are doing this to further their ambitions of destroying Syria and Iran. They are fomenting turmoil in The Ukraine and certain tiny countries that border on Russia because it is also their intention to destroy both Russia and China as well. They are monsters whose hearts and minds have been co-opted and possessed by ancient demonic entities. The mass of them are being manipulated in various ways, that spell nothing positive for the human race, by the Chosen People of The Prince of Darkness.

Today we celebrate the truly remarkable disconnect in the minds of all the useful idiots who somehow, beyond the reach of all common sense, somehow believe there is a profit to be realized by them in serving certain forces who consider them completely expendable and will ruin or destroy them at the drop of a hat. We celebrate the legions of deluded and clueless fools who have made all of these things possible by being... well, by being deluded and clueless.

Today, we celebrate the extreme (timewise) downward slide of the American Empire. It seems that it will be accomplished in less than a generation. Today we celebrate confusion, turmoil, disorder and porn. It used to be that porn was something that involved explicit sexual activity but today... porn is something that involves everything. In fact, you would be hard pressed these days to find something that has not been rendered pornographic.

Today we celebrate all the tomorrows that are now guaranteed to be like today. We celebrate all of the yesterdays that have been rewritten so that they no longer bear any resemblance to what they were. Today we celebrate the ability to look right at something and not see what it is we are looking at but actually see something else because someone else told them they were seeing something else and they bought it. Who you going to believe, me or your lying eyes?

Today we celebrate the rise of the corporations over the needs of the public and we celebrate the corporations paying nearly zero taxes so that the burden falls on the public. We celebrate all those things that only a moron would celebrate, such as clapping when it is announced that they will be shot at dawn. We celebrate things like this (please flash back to all that has been said earlier in the post) and regardless of hard proof, other than the testimony of someone reputed to be in possession of this knowledge, we know these things are true. We celebrate the celebration of absolute triviality over things once more important but now... not even remembered. We celebrate the coronation of crap as the essence of the meaning of life.Yes... we celebrate the veneration of the pointless.

We celebrate the rise of Satanism as the logical outcome of the triumph of materialism over human consciousness. We celebrate in the midst of this madness, the fortitude and determination of those courageous and unintimidated souls who press on and press on and look what you get. We celebrate the fire and force of the human spirit in those few who are not yet brain dead or cellphone thumb junkies.

The writing is on the wall everywhere and the lunacy is off the charts; on the wall and off the charts We celebrate what has to be the certain knowledge that the largest percentage of the human race are on rails. They are like trams moving through time on city streets, hardwired into the Cradle to Grave Express. Nothing moves them. They go on and on and on until they disappear into the unknown from which they previously emerged unknown. “Stop that train, I want to get off!”

We are born dying and at the same time incapable of life in any meaningful sense. We shop without any particular item in mind. We cannot see and we cannot hear. We are blind to the truth and deaf to reason AND... we celebrate that. “Celebrate! Celebrate! Dance to the delusion!” Yeah Baby! Nero is fiddling, Obama is diddling. Have another round of Bread and Circuses on the house! Disappear into the Big Box with teeth for your big box comfort of living life on the cheap. Celebrate as you disappear! I celebrate the incredible replicating irony of life defining life as life is presently defined... as life?

I celebrate the influx of undocumented aliens, who by Shake and Bake instant law; just add water... are not to be checked for health concerns and we celebrate the influx of Ebola into mainland USA with only one possible intention / We need more electronic billboards like the ones for WTC 7 but they should be flashing; “WTF!!! WTF!!!”. They should be everywhere! They should be joined by other flashing led statements like, “Help us!!! Help us!!!”

On this day when we celebrate an attack on the United States by the people who have also looted it down to the nails in the two by fours behind the sheetrock, let me take this moment to say how proud I am of all of you. Let me celebrate how proud I am that it was possible for you to dumb yourself down to the point that you were able to convince yourself that Bin Laden, living in a cave in Afghanistan, orchestrated these attacks and carried them out with people who couldn't fly planes and were armed with boxcutters. That! That is fucking impressive! Israel did 9/11 people. They did it with the help of critical individuals in critical agencies that they paid off with money they looted from the public coffers via their control of The Central Banks and... by extension their control of the currency printing presses. If you are so incurious that you won't check the hard cold facts that prove this... I celebrate that! If you are such a coward that you will not accept responsibility for knowing what is so and prefer to believe what is not so... I celebrate that! If you are indifferent... I celebrate that. You will not be here much longer and I celebrate that too. You can have no part other than compost in this coming age which requires... curiosity, courage and an absence of indifference. It is an age of universal brotherhood or... haven't you heard?

Today we celebrate Israel being exposed for her heinous crimes against not only her alleged best friend but also against humanity around the world. We celebrate an end to ignorance and denial. We celebrate a universal awareness of this Satanic entity that preys on all other life forms. We celebrate the coming of the light into this vast theater of darkness. We celebrate the work of Mr. Apocalypse in uncovering what must be revealed to the eyes of the world. The clock is ticking and all the plots and convoluted agendas at work are all working toward the definite and certain demise of those so involved. We celebrate that. We do...

We await this next false flag that is front and center in the Event Horizon because we know they will be caught out at it. They know this too but their madness is so extreme they are incapable of reigning themselves in. So it is that all of the multitude of bewildering obfuscation is taking place in an attempt to fog up the landscape while they set about yet more murder and mayhem. Their time has come.


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Sunday, September 7, 2014

They Did It! They do it AND... That's It!

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What if there is no third world war? What if the trend of ever continuing exposure continues? What if the incredible buffoonery of the pigeon toed elite goes on in that Keystone Cops format and the identifiable outrages get more and more and more absurd?

Let us consider a metaphysical truth that I have no doubt is also true as an operational law of physics. The force of the collective belief of the people is a powerful thing. When the mass of the aggregate reaches a certain percentage, where enough people believe the whole terror scare put up job is a government op, the impact of this collective belief is something to be reckoned with. Here is an interesting example of how the elite consider such things. In the 60's, some thousands of anti- Vietnam war protesters met at The Pentagon grounds to perform an occult ritual. Perhaps only a few of them knew the deeper reasoning behind it. Whatever... suffice to say that all of these protesters began to join hands and encircle The Pentagon with the intention of levitating it. The police response was immediate and brutal. They took it seriously.

Go to your history books and look at the results of the impact of great faith upon world conditions. Look at what was accomplished by Mahatma (great souled) Gandhi. Look at what Martin Luther King accomplished with the civil rights movement. Look at the life of Rasputin and so many others and the power they were able to demonstrate as a result of great belief. I'm not interested in hearing about Sankar Ghose but... if you prefer, use him as an example. I'm not interested in hearing anyone's theories about King being an FBI operative. The way disinfo works is that it can come at you from any angle. Of course the FBI was deeply infiltrated into King's camp but what the literal truth of the matter is remains inconclusive; what we have is more along the line of so and so says such and such. If one wants to paint a certain picture, one includes particular objects and does not include others. It's known that the FBI was involved, one way or another in the assassination of Dr. King, just as they were in 9/11 and a host of dirty tricks that span decades. If he was owned and controlled, what would be the point of killing him? The rot that permeates the Administrative, Legislative and Judicial branches of the Zionist owned and controlled American government emits a perfume not unlike what you get when you inadvertently puncture the stomach of a floater that's been in the water for ten days. It is an unmistakable statement of composition.

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The idea that... after all of these events... this group of people are simply victims being picked on for no reason other than unjustifiable hatred is ludicrous. They are and have been, directly responsible for everything that has ever come at them and this is why the term Anti-Semitism was invented. When you are aware of your inflexible genetic code that inspires evil in every land where you are resident, you need every defensive mechanism you can muster. As for modern day proof and verification of the evil these monsters do, we have only to look at PNAC, where they were the larger representative number and then at what the American government was manipulated into doing in Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, Syria, Yemen and every land where such despicable actions were carried out for the benefit of Israel. It was provably the Zionist neo-cons and their wealthy supporters who brought these acts of mass murder and destruction about. It has now been irrefutably proven that they also carried out 9/11 with the assistance of compromised intelligence services and a confused military. Nothing more needs to be known about the lengths that this criminal nation will go to plunge the entire world into a cauldron of mayhem and discord. Should anyone come around to this locale and still be on the fence about who and what went down, simply visit the link in the right hand menu and read what you find.

The nation of Israel was created for only one reason and that was to grant sovereign nation status to a large band of psychopathic criminal thugs. This put them out of the reach of domestic law enforcement agencies in other lands; not that that was very effective in any case. You may not want to hear this. Your survival instincts might not permit you to believe any of this but I challenge anyone to convincingly refute what is said here. I try, strenuously, to avoid making claims that I cannot prove with hard cold facts or overwhelming circumstantial evidence. These things are so. These things are so, just as it is so that they owned the majority of the slave ships that brought the Africans in chains to Charleston Bay and other locales; just as it is irrefutably so that they sit, sometimes exclusively, on the boards of every single alternative sexual organization and are also the primary funding agency of each and every one. Don't like knowing this? Too bad. It's what it is and nothing else.

After the most recent massacre of women and children in Gaza, not to mention, the destruction of the environment, the world in general is much more aware of what terrible demons lurk among us. Publicly, the Zionists who own the movie business and entertainment world have threatened all working actors with painful sanctions (you'll never work in this town again) should they mention the carnage that Israel wrought upon Gaza, after first executed 3 of their own people through one of their paid terror agencies, using this as a pretext to kill at will. Along the way they had their paid agents launch bottle rockets into empty lots in Israel to ramp up the orchestrated motivations for mass homicide and continuing land theft. There's no counter argument that can be made here. They did it. They do it and that's it.

However, behind the scenes and inside the minds of these Morlocks the tide has shifted. Nothing seems to be going their way. Everything they do turns on them. Normal human hearts and minds in sad decline cannot fathom the absence of all conscience and remorse in these creatures. How it will come I do not know. When it will come I do not know but... come it will and the force of justice will manifest upon these brigands and beasts. It is only a mater of time. That millions and millions of the indifferent and gullible will follow them into perdition is unfortunate but given they are magnetized by lies they shall go with the pull of destiny in every case.

These things need be said at intervals along the way. The most massive public relations machine the world has ever known is tirelessly at work to obfuscate the truth and exonerate these fiends. The counter argument must be made by decent souls everywhere. It is one of the significant tragedies of the time that there is such a lack of decent and courageous souls who will state and stand behind what needs be said and so... it has been said again.


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Friday, September 5, 2014

Praise Ye the Psychopaths here Below.

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The bigger the press and the limousine, the bigger the asshole. Sayonara Joan. This isn't speaking ill of the dead. This is speaking ill of the undead.

Irony alert; Joe Biden says that he will go to the gates of Hell with ISIS. I take it that what that actually means is that they will walk through the gates together, probably along with John McCain and a bunch of others. 550 million bucks they paid this US trained pack of ravening beasts to murder Syrian civilians under orders from Israel... under orders from Israel, whose bankers determine both foreign and domestic policy in the US, who control the judiciary with their Noahide Nazi Nimrods, who teach and control the local police and probably all of the police forces there. Cui bono! Follow the money!!!

The things that people will do for money AND... what they won't do for the money they will certainly do under the threat of blackmail for acts conveniently filmed during Tel Aviv junkets, under the influence of state of the art chemicals introduced into their cocktails.

I can see myself standing in hyperspace, looking across a desert waste and I see what looks like massive jinns woven out of a dense dark smoke. Then I see symbols and icons moving on the black curtain of inky iniquity (can't believe I said that) and I realize that this darkness is the manufactured souls of international corporation, animated out of their official personhood by agents of Mammon. I look deeper into this darkness; for some reason that is possible and a window appears, similar to what happens during the opening of the third eye and I see a room too wide to calculate the dimensions and a room too long to calculate the distance and in that room are endless ranks of desks inside anonymous cubicles. A man or woman is mostly seated at each of these desks and each of them has a flaming tattoo of a corporate logo writ large upon their forehead.

Some of them are on the telephone. Some of them are standing at the entryway to their cubicle and are staring into the immeasurable distance behind them as if there were something that they could see. I cannot see it but perhaps their brains are wired differently than my own. On their faces both terror and wonder change places. There is a sense of something long expected on the approach. If I listen closely I can hear a low, powerful snorting and snuffling, accompanied by an ominous thudding tread of heavy, heavy feet. Sometimes it seems I can hear a squealing sound, followed by the sound of rooting in the Earth. I imagine a large furrow is left in the aftermath of each rooting action. Then you will hear a horrific scream of something human being consumed in pain and fear.

In some of the cubicles the occupant sits transfixed, awash in a blue light that flickers from their computer monitor. If you look closer you can see that their hands are below the desk and are moving frantically, as if they were occupied with solving a Rubic's cube or perhaps simply attending to an ancient itch. Some of these are dressed in suits and also in the uniforms of soldiers and police. The more I look, the more strange actions I see taking place. I do not want to be here looking at this. I feel an imminent sense of something awful about to take place. One gets the impression that the whole scene might spontaneously combust or be flooded with toxic smoking sewage. Don't ask me why that came to mind, it just did. Whatever the case, everyone in this vast and enormous room looks doomed and one senses they know this. One senses they came to terms with this at some point, though at the time, it all seemed much different than it now does.

One feels that this room, as large as it is is very cramped, hot and stifling. I get a sudden swath of images from a play in progress. It looks like London of a few hundred years ago. Twisted creatures that may have once been human are seated around a dining table and it appears to be Christmas. There are decorations hanging from what could have once been a small fir tree before it burst into flames. Whatever that is on the table in the large serving dish, it's not a turkey. The door to the kitchen opens and a demented Gollum like version of Tiny Tim limps into the room on his crutch and cries out, “God Damn us every one!” Behind him comes Little Georgie Sorrows dressed up like Santa Claws. He is followed by a line of naked rabbis whose entire bodies are covered by blue tattoos of reversed pentagrams. Then comes the Balrog, a personification of Baal. He looks fat and happy and he's picking his teeth with a child's finger bone. He lets out with a massive belch. Obviously sacramental feasting had been taking place in the kitchen. I've seen enough. It's time to go... somewhere... somewhere? Where does one go to escape the images in their own head? I've got to learn how to loop and sample a little better. Remember, if you can't do it on your own, it will be done for you. Oh yeah! We've all heard about whose workshop idle hands are but... it's really all about idle minds and indifferent hearts.

These days, an expression of caring, especially if it's a choreographed action, is all you need when it comes to public service. It's not important that you actually help anyone. What is important is that you appear to be doing so and don't forget the lip service. It is especially important for you to talk about what you didn't accomplish, that you wring your hands with concern and maybe squeeze out an FX tear or two, such as one might imagine from The Walrus and the Carpenter, chatting up the young oysters.

They say that war is a racket and that's true. However, charity is also a racket. It's just one more way that the same people suck the life's blood resources out of the pockets of those with too little to spare, if any. Religion is a racket. The New Age is a racket. The music and entertainment businesses are a racket through which youth is groomed into varieties of indolence and perversion. Say anything about sluttish behavior and Zionist and government brainwashed stooges will flash mob all over the place with “I'm a proud slut” painted on their naked chests. They'll be screaming about hate crimes against sluts and their rights to be a slut because license really is liberty, just as notoriety is fame. Now... the slut business is none of my business. I just know what happens any time someone is unwise enough to call attention to anyone exercising their personal freedom of expression; whether they're butt-packing gerbils, or asphyxiating swans in orgasmic leg-locks where the force of orgasm is amplified by the knowledge of the death of an unwilling partner, it's all about being 'born free!!!'. Let anyone criticize any of this and college professors and all sorts of learned professionals will leap to the lectern and let you know that none of these things are any of your business.

Behind the scenes, Zio-funded paedophile orgs are screaming that the age of consent should be lowered to 2. Bought and sold psychologists are arguing about the benefits of this for all concerned. Commentators with faces that look remarkably like Niki Minaj's butt implants are talking about the social good that such policies will bring. As absurd as all of this may seem, it's just how it is. Meanwhile... meanwhile the once fertile earth of the California agribusinesses is cracking and splitting from the drought. I see a desiccated Bugs Bunny crawling across the powder dry landscape croaking, “What's up Doc?” gurgle... “What's up Doc?” Haven't you heard Bugs, down is the new up?”

So... when things get desperate, as they always do when a tiny minority of psychopaths controls public policy, there's nothing like world war to get the engines of finance cranking. Insane is as insane does.

Lab manufactured Ebola is devastating the Dark Continent so as to make it all the more easier for human featured anthropomorphic corporations to harvest the resources and minerals that are everywhere to be found. No one knows how many minerals and resources are buried in the Caucasus and Ural mountains, as well as Siberia but we certainly know why the Zio-owned EU and the Zio-owned US are beating the drums of war. Geo-political madness makes for strange bedfellows and that explains why the world's biggest consumer nation (China) is signing up for slices of pie from the world's largest resource rich nation. It's all a textbook case for a world in which no one reads textbooks any more and where 40 American states now no longer teach elementary school children cursive writing.

Arrrrrghhhh!!!! Here it comes. Here comes that long anticipated winter of our discontent. Food shortages? Expect a fuel and heating oil and gas shortage as well. Do they raise the prices due to manufactured shortages? What that means is that they then raise the prices on everything else as well.

Hold fast my friends. Seek within yourself for the strength necessary to carry on. Succor is there for the persistent and the whole of one's existence is a trial of faith. The Zio-owned press is awash with fecal laced praise for Joltin Joan Rivers who has now departed this plane via the down escalator. Don't look in that direction for help or inspiration. Look within yourself. Find the inner self which automatically rules the outer world.

Remember, money, big money, corrupts, regardless of who you are. In this case, the Muse packed her bags and headed back home. Gucci Gucci goo! Who's you're daddy!!! Satan! Ahahahahahahah.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: You could Dance with Me by Les Visible♫ You Could Dance with Me ♫
'You could Dance with Me' will be feature on a forthcoming Visible album, in 2014
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