Lemonade for Suckers

"It underlines the intense political significance that antiquities, particularly Biblical-era artefacts, attain in Israel, where discoveries of ancient sites or relics can be claimed by particular groups as proof of their historic claim to a particular piece of land. Early Zionism was enthusiastic in promoting Bible-era relics - they cemented the Jewish connection to the land, and were seen to give credence to the new state of Israel: ancient facts on the ground, if you like."

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Arachne enclosed Piscean Fish highlighted in pic found at this article which has this nice 'drop the soap' quality to it...

"As if Megiddo, the biblical city of Armageddon - scene of three millennia of battles, the last cavalry charge of the first world war and the final showdown between good and evil - did not have enough on its plate. Archaeologists now claim to have unearthed the remains of the oldest Christian church discovered in the Holy Land.

Unfortunately for Israel's beleaguered tourism industry, the find was made behind the walls of one of the country's maximum security prisons."

Hello world! Ding Dong! Wisdom calling...

The 33rd was 'Harry Solomon Truman' or "Hairy/Esau by way of the sun/son becomes trueman". He was the 33rd President of the US and in his term built the prison edifice ruling the world. The illustrious temple has three parts: the outer court of gentiles/women, the inner court of prestcraft/israel, the holy of holies with pillar of fire. This ILL laden temple was crafted as Christy Bomb at Trinity Site, the pillar of fire, ie be very afraid, the United Nations, the court of gentiles and sex slave maker of women, and the state of Israel, fiat decree 'you shall recognize the zionist jews' like it or not.

The entire thing is the fruit of the great Empire game of Phillip K Dick.

"The Empire never died" and "to fight the Empire is to become infected with the Empire."

Erika married Eiffel Tower. A female wedding a female. A female marrying an obect otherwise known Objectum Sexualis aka OS. Isis used a dildo to make Horus. Known in the biblical sense is gnosis, aka you do yourself. Known in the biblical sense is "uncover your feet", aka someone else does it to you with you.

Erika is the fight song of the Waffen SS. Erika as name is same etymology as Katrina, Katherine, ie the great female destroyer, ie Kali, Shakti, etc.. KTR is Keter or crown. Shekinah is the same great tower of fire over the Holy of Holies. "Houses of the Holy" is the bait/bayt or as IHVH says "Will you build me a house to dwell in?"

Be very afraid of Kaligrammes...



Eiffel Tower is 1000 feet tall. This is the Rod of Iron that crushes down the nations. Eiffel Tower has 72 names around it commemorating the great male scientists, ie the priests of the atomic age, ie the copy and paste bastard children of the Queen's gold maker Isaac Newton. The only female to grace the list was Sophia. The wisdom of the present age is sorely lacking in grace, in compassion, in true human beings. Its all shiny and boxed up, a veritable citadel from her majesty's satanic request...

"Men at arms shout "Who goes there?"
We have journeyed far from here
Armed with bibles make us swear
Candy and Cathy hope you both are well
Please come see me in the citadel
Flags are flying dollar bills
From the heights of concrete hills
You can't see the pinnacles
Candy and Cathy hope you both are well
Please come see me in the citadel

In the streets of many walls
Here the peasants come and crawl
You can hear their numbers called
Candy and Cathy hope you both are well
Please come see me in the citadel

Screaming people fly so fast
In their shiny metal cars
Through the woods of steel and glass
Candy and Cathy hope you both are well
Please come see me in your citadel

Oh well." - Rolling Stones song Citadel from "Their Majesties Satanic Request

Song starts out with "Who goes there?" from the armed men. "Candy and Cathy" make nice tie to KTR/Katherine as in "our appetite for destruction". Indeed the answer is found in another Stones album "Beggars Banquet" in the infamous song "Sympathy for the Devil"...

"Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah"

Did you see it? Mumbai is a trap laid for troubadors. Love's minstrels play empty songs, amusing ourselves on way to battlefields, here, there and everywhere.

Will you build me a house? All sitting nice and empty. God's so called place of worship. Cults, religions, etc fighting incessantly that their house is the one and only one. Meanwhile the cells of the body of God are homeless, in prison, sprawled out on some bed in the Franklin Home for Boys, kneeling at some altar taking it from some righteous priest. These houses of the holy are all empty shells that used to house the left over kernel of truth ... we used to know.

"Do you not know that your body is a temple?"

We dont. Our houses, our civilizations, are all empty shells of this one truth now forgotten. If you build a fake house, the real house will be thrown away. Afterall we lifted a queen up, who is no queen. A king, who is no king. You and I are these things, abdicated. We are enrolled in the adversaries school till we remember the one and only lesson.

"We report, you decide" is catch me if you can or "who goes there" or "can you guess my name".

Who are you? Until we know, entoto, Israel will be a real prison priestcraft, the temple will be a mockery, the pillar of fire will be fear upon fear, everyone will be dogs/goyim/gentiles, the women will be chattel, the children will be chattel, debt slaves, zombie soldiers. Every house will have a mortgage. Someone else's blood will be better...

squeezed and running down my leg.

ETROG. Pomegranates for tents. Empty shells, destroyed suits.

This clear headed muddle will soon make cents.