February 28, 2012

6 Degrees of Seperation

Chardon, Ohio.

Another clue, as if there were more needed, to the hollow men of the world and where they have led us.

Simple Simon and the dot game for dunces...

Chardon's namesake is Peter Chardon Brooks. Born and raised in the American Colonies during the Revolution and engaged in the business of "marine insurance" he certainly knew the Crown and its policies and its associations.

Chardon had a daughter, Abigail, who married Charles Adams. They had a son named Henry Adams. Charles Adams was a son of the Adams Family, as in John Quincey Adams and John Adams. Henry being of two families, one very very wealthy, the Chardons, and one very "founding", the Adams, was steeped in knowing the game.

What game you say?

Who, what, when, where and why?

Let's see what Henry had to say:

"I detest [the Jews], and everything connected with them, and I live only and solely with the hope of seeing their demise, with all their accursed Judaism. I want to see all the lenders at interest taken out and executed."

"We are in the hands of the Jews," Adams lamented. "They can do what they please with our values." He advised against investment except in the form of gold locked in a safe deposit box. "There you have no risk but the burglar. In any other form you have the burglar, the Jew, the Czar, the socialist, and, above all, the total irremediable, radical rottenness of our whole social, industrial, financial and political system."

"Did you enjoy as I did, that list of Jew names tailed after J.P. Morgan, in the foreign exchange syndicate which has been forced, at the last gasp, to step in and try to save Morgan's bankrupt stocks from going to nothing?...How the deuce do the Jews manage to make this chaos stand on end? The whole carcass is rotten with worms - socialist worms, anarchist worms, Jew worms."

* Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.

* The Ego has ... become a manikin on which the toilet of education is to be draped in order to show the fit or misfit of the clothes. The object of study is the garment, not the figure.

* A parent gives life, but as parent, gives no more. A murderer takes life, but his deed stops there. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.

* Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.

* Practical politics consists of ignoring facts.

* Politics, as a practice, whatever its professions, has always been the systematic organization of hatreds.

* No mind is so well balanced as to bear the strain of seizing unlimited force without habit or knowledge of it; and finding it disputed with him by hungry packs of wolves and hounds whose lives depend on snatching the carrion.

* Nothing in education is so astonishing as the amount of ignorance it accumulates in the form of inert facts.

* From cradle to grave this problem of running order through chaos, direction through space, discipline through freedom, unity through multiplicity, has always been, and must always be, the task of education, as it is the moral of religion, philosophy, science, art, politics and economy; but a boy's will is his life, and he dies when it is broken, as the colt dies in harness, taking a new nature in becoming tame.

Well said Henry, well said. Were still ignoring your lessons, your Daddy's lessons, your Granddaddy's lessons, and reaping dead children without futures. If you could read TJ Lane's solstice piece, what would you say?

In a time long since, a time of repent, The Renaissance. In a quaint lonely town, sits a man with a frown. No job. No family. No crown. His luck had run out. Lost and alone.

The streets were his home. His thoughts would solely consist of "why do we exist?" His only company to confide in was the vermin in the street. He longed for only one thing, the world to bow at his feet.

They too should feel his secret fear. The dismal drear. His pain had made him sincere.

He was better than the rest, all those ones he detests, within their castles, so vain. Selfish and conceited.

They couldn't care less about the peasants they mistreated. They were in their own world, it was a joyous one too. That castle, she stood just to do all she could to keep the peasants at bay, not the enemy away.

They had no enemies in their filthy orgy. And in her, the castles every story, was just another chamber of Lucifer's Laboratory. The world is a sandbox for all the wretched sinners.

They simply create what they want and make themselves the winners. But the true winner, he has nothing at all. Enduring the pain of waiting for that castle to fall. Through his good deeds, the rats and the fleas.

He will have for what he pleads, through the eradication of disease. So, to the castle he proceeds, like an ominous breeze through the trees. "Stay back!" The Guards screamed as they were thrown to their knees. "Oh God, have mercy, please!"

The castle, she gasped and then so imprisoned her breath, to the shallow confines of her fragile chest. I'm on the lamb but I ain't no sheep. I am Death. And you have always been the sod. So repulsive and so odd.

You never even deserved the presence of God, and yet, I am here. Around your cradle I plod. Came on foot, without shod. How improper, how rude. However, they shall not mind the mud on my feet if there is blood on your sheet.

Now! Feel death, not just mocking you. Not just stalking you but inside of you. Wriggle and writhe. Feel smaller beneath my might. Seizure in the Pestilence that is my scythe. Die, all of you.

Were all on TJ Lane. TJ Lane is "Cross(T)+Yah(J)+Road". What is the reality of this? One little boy reflecting the whole rotten corpse of an Ole'dead man? I'll lay it down in Simple Simon terms:

The power structure is Temple Banking.
Temple Banking was perfected in Babylon with real commodities traded for clay money.
Depositors never came in to exchange the clay for the commodities.
The priest-craft kept accumulating real reserves through story telling.
And like the Count of Monte Cristo .. used real reserves to leverage later times.

Later times work like this...

Babylon conquered Judaism with Nebuchadnezzar.
Judaism came out of Babylon as Babylon in hiding.
An alchemical death, gold entact.
Rome conquered Judaism with Titus and Vespasian.
Babylon in hiding came out of Judaism as Roman Christianity via Constantine.
An alchemical death, gold entact.
Protestantism conquered Roman Christianity via Luther and Calvin.
Babylon in hiding came out of Roman Christianity via the New World colonization.
An alchemical death, gold entact.
Reserves in hiding leveraging later times.
A handing over when nothing changed hands.

Whats next?

The story of the sons of A-bra-ham comes to its world alchemical death.
Will Babylon in hiding keep a hold of the reins of usury and the story line?

All it takes inside the Temple Bank is oaths and Cosa Nostra silence.
Throw in some vice, some boys, some girls, some freedom from justice and wallah.
All it takes outside the Temple Bank is sheep and silence of the lambs.
Throw in some law, some sin message, some freedom to carrot along and wallah.

The Golden Rule:

"Behold I will make you fishers of men."

"If you love me feed my sheep."

"Render unto Caesars what is Caesars."

"Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, whoever rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and you will be commended. For the one in authority is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for rulers do not bear the sword for no reason. They are God’s servants, agents of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer. Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also as a matter of conscience. This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God’s servants, who give their full time to governing. Give to everyone what you owe them: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.
Love fulfills the Law. Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for whoever loves others has fulfilled the law. The commandments, “You shall not commit adultery,” “You shall not murder,” “You shall not steal,” “You shall not covet,” and whatever other command there may be, are summed up in this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law."

Subtle isn't it? When you read Simple Simon history for dunces above and then Romans 13 .. is there any doubt that Love is evol, that its all a farce, that history is milk from Molech's teats? A bitch better know as Kybele. She loves her son and then ... TEKNOPHAGE.


Allegory of the Four Elements - Mark Ryden

"If they catch you in backseat trying to pick her locks, they're going to send you back to mother in a cardboard box." - Pink Floyd

I think the "she" in TJ's solstice piece is none other than "Chardon"...


As before .. all forms of KTR are the same. KaTheRine. KaTRina. shaKTi. Kali. Kybele. eRiKa. KaRdon. Kalypso. heKaTe.

We must run from the Mother we came from. We must not fall for the Mother we want.
We must find the girl within and be content. This was the lesson as Ish looked at the animals f*cking when Ish said "Me wanty!". Anything less, anything more are only fat bubbles with fake bacon flavor. Ish and Isha are Atman falling into Maya. IHVH said to ISH .. well thats what you want .. sleep ensued and division resulted.
The great f*cking began. You thought the serpent was the fall? This was only more division of a previous division. The nightmare grows like Fibonacci's rabbits.


Mark Ryden's - Sophia's Bubbles

Every single one is round on both ends and high in the middle as the joke goes.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

must be lonely being so knowlegable and brilliant and all and having to explain it plainly for wee dunces to comprehend. those of us who have not read what you have read. who have not seen, lived or experienced what you have. because we each have been reading, seeing, experiencing and living our own little lives.

when i have something to say/share with others, particularly those who don't know me, i use the plainest, simplest of words. to be understood. to be clear. and it's not condescending either. rather i think it's condescending to speak over another's head or understanding.

your simple simon for dunces was the clearest, best thing you've ever written, imo. soooo, why the need to insult your audience/readers? or did i misunderstand the meaning of 'simple simon' and 'dunces'?

thanks to you having written that, i can see the big[ger] picture. it all comes into sharp focus. funny, though, it's almost useless to me. meaning that i can't do a fucking thing about any of it. except for what i can do with the awareness of it. one gigantic mystery is no longer. makes a lotta sense now.

follow the money. eh. haha joke's always been on us. same as it ever was. ;/

ta, annemarie

Wed Feb 29, 05:59:00 PM CST  
Blogger aferrismoon said...

Written on Feb 28th also


copycateffect.blogspot.com/2012/02/chardon-kings.html

cheers

Thu Mar 01, 12:19:00 AM CST  
Blogger eugene said...

Annemarie WTF! Where have you been? Ive missed you. XOXOXOXO.

I have been making only sour candy lately. This worker bee is not happy in the contrived honey money pit.

Too many think they know. I write coded because .. its not for boys or girls to know.

My real findings, musings, etc. are still not writable. When I try it doesn't work. Its me don't worry. How does one distill light?

Most of last pieces are pictures .. I find that pictures, of a certain kind, draw it out of you by drawing you in. Well besides the one with nude girls :)

For instance .. every day I look at Mark Ryden's "Meat Show". It is wintertime consciousness in one glance. Everyday.

Reading is not passive. Seeing is not passive. Etc. Leonardo said the eyes were sending light back up to the stars! Something very surreal is on the other side of everywhere.

Maybe I wouldn't make such bitter candy if the other Streamers were around and I wasn't so lonely. I can change myself. I can change myself. I can change myself.

Thu Mar 01, 10:10:00 AM CST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hallo again my friend
honestly, it isn't those pics that work for me. turn me off actually. ew. it's what you wrote, how u 'splained yourself that helped me get it. oh, and now i get too that it isn't for the kiddies. or is that kidders, or jokers?!

yeah too many know-it-alls. that's a fact. ;/

me. i've been lonely too. even though i'm still in the best of company with my sweet ones.

and isn't this year turning out inneresting so far huh. methinks the priestly ones have got a really big shoe planned for us.

anyhow, that's enuff for internet chat.

take care mon ami. talk later, am

Thu Mar 01, 04:14:00 PM CST  

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