Salt shaker and sugar plumbs in the sand box

Eleleth D plays out 26 or 27 and the looking of her at herself in the mirror. She sees, will we see? I think so, after all, there is only eye.

PE final is 26, a play on of the two waters (2 x 13), where water is the one and only eater, both above and below the event horizon.

"Phay in final (the 80 becoming 800) is its own projection of Hhayt (8) -- Phay (80) to Phay (800). Here we find that the alternatives of living energy beginning in the pool of unstructured energy -- coming into life -- comes ultimately into cosmic or universal energy, literally all is possible." - Carlo Suares, Spectrograms

Suares maps Empress to PE. Empress is Venusian poisoned heirarchy ruling over the Emperor .. no wonder the blind of Star = Emperor has been so effective.

TZD final is 27, where one drives the two waters ((2 x 13) +1)), and the driver is Sh of B'reShit, meaning "with beginingnessess".

"Tsadde in final (the 90 becomes 900) is the ultimate realisation and accomplishment of the universal structure. It progresses from Tayt (9) the primary cell to Tsadde (90) -- the living cell and female principle of coming together -- to the ultimate Tsadde (900) the sign of transfigured female and supreme beauty." - Carlo Suares, Spectrograms

Suares maps Star to TZD. Star is astral or airey intelligence, beneficient or malefic and its effect on the pool or 888.

The cosmic mouth of the Queen, eating and consuming all potential in the pool of potential, which is limitless, becomes the filled out structure of Her cosmic body. The "transfigured female" is the end of the name game of the Abram to AbraHam, where the window of H makes Abram pregnant, and of Sarai to SaraH, where the window of H is made from her hand/penis. The Royal couple are aged 90 and 100 at these momentous points .. which of course in union = 190. 190 + 1, this latter being the sphere, i.e. the finite/infinite "platonic solid", when shown in the entire story hierarchy of the platonic solids ... reveals its cosmic body.

Jared Loughner da'ated that our new number and symbol were coming. Noted in past U'Stream piece the symbol he spoke of. This symbol is none other than Raysh, the container that births to wind of Shin, the wind that divides the waters. Divides being the judgment of how we little waters touched the pillars. Reaching to either side is the distance .191. Raysh and it airey dialing in were contained in the STS 133 patch. The decode is easy to see below...

191 + 808 = 999

If the 808 and 191 are seen as a pyramid and this pyramid is doubled and inverted as though it is both above and below its own event horizon of a single point = ((999 + 999)+ 1) this miming the 190 and 191, the result is a "Party like its 1999".

The end of the tail of a tale of the time loop. Sugar, salt and sand are the three holy cubes where 666 x 3 = 1998 or 999 x 2, all in one.

ALP becomes greater, so must each sliver of ALP. How the great escape is made to Nirvana or nothingness is your problem. The wheel keeps turning, the world of embodiment keeps generating "with beginingness" and recycles the detritus of the last year as its food for "with begininess". The 808 or 88 stone in its very shape, its pooling and whirling that its nature is perpetual. As Herakleitos said "the only that is constant is change". ALP wants to hold fast in BYT but the big bad wolf of ShN says "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down."

Forcing change, making new. Petrefied minds, dead structures. Nothing lasts, nothings broken. Word riddles endlessly rippling in the pool. Life is sweet forawhile, life is bitter forawhile, life is shifting like sand in the ocean of changes. All is with begingness.

Deborah Comes to Destroy Teddie Bears

The ride on the 900 iron chariots is almost over. Will there be any men left when the ride grinds to a halt? The whispers say 'no' but after the tent has been restaked it is truly cosmic! Shekinah masterfully using her hands to shape the flow to Her most exalted ends. 1 and 8 make 9. 191 and 808 make 999.

The Star is a symbol of the Aquarian transfiguration of femininity, where womanhood is liberated and perfected. Suares emphasizes that the key to human evolution is in the development and transformation of the feminine in the psyches of both sexes. This transformation has an effect on personal, interpersonal and societal relationships and is based on dissolving the obsolete structures that hinder human equality and development.

"Peter the Roman" = the last petrified man, final messenger of "love me or else". Can you smell the aroma of Roma Amor, the fruit of the message seeded in the "obediently disobedient" servant Peter, wafting ha eretz en toto? The two adversaries of John 13 .. the petrified Peter, external dagger, and the fluid Judas, internal dagger. The shell always sees two or more, the fluid only sees one. She will overthrow the petrified and grind it back to fertilizer, ever feeding her purpose. She will ever lift up the fluid to Her bed to share the joy of Her open nature.

Peter the Roman is the 112th Papa since the riddles were issued by St. Malachy. Ratzinger plays ALP as 111 retiring in peace and in good faith .. demanding all vest faith in the coming Peter the Roman. Too bad that ALP never retires in peace .. its always resistance is required to equal the amount of energy contained.

Segue to the "covering" of the tabernacle in the wilderness...

Navy Seal = cover skin of the tabernacle temple. Seal skin is cover for Odysseus when gaining information from Poisedon. Article opens with sitting in "wicker" chair. The hand that wields the external dagger in this ha, set-up, is betrayed. This hand delivered the head of OZama and yet has no place to lay its head. The resolve for the Navy Seal and his wife to escape their Uncle Samael's betrayal? Erase their identities .. alchemical death ... "perfect mother". And don't the "covering" skins of the tabernacle door come in pairs? Majika...

Christopher Dorner = highly trained in the arts of external dagger, NAVY, LAPeD = city of angels police department, end of Route 66. Christopher means "Christ-bringer", Dorner means "builder of stronghold". Dorner is also 33 showing his day has come, he has been divinely foreordained .. "my hour has come". His hour will have all manner of similar wicker furniture to show he and we, are all in the same living room in a cabin up in Big Bear.

Dorner is the so called first to be targeted by DRONES on American soil = Led Zeppelin's "LA DRONE" or the blimp in the sky with the eye. Drone being the sound of the beehive and the work required. The "stronghold" that is being droned far and wide is the eye in the sky and its use to see and kill all the peasants below. NO ESCAPE from LA. EL or AL is creative powers and reversed as LE or LA is DARKNESS. AL/LA. EL/LE. Reveal/Cover. Seal skin doors covering waters of Poseidon's power. LAPD as phonetic says LA-PED or "dark-ped" or dark foot.

Bilbo's birthday ... where he gives up "his" ring to his younger favorite nephew FRODO (Door-F) is 111. ALP is 111. Frodo means "wise by experience". Bilbo and Frodo share the same birthday 9/22 .. or the two 9/11's. Bilbo at 111 gifts Frodo at 33 the ring. Just as the LA Diocese was anointing olive oil to Christopher Dorner for bearing his cross just over the blue fence border of Mordor and running into the maw of Big Bear. Frodo too, now a ring-bearer, is left dreaming is there are no men...

"The Sea Bell"or "Frodo's Dreme"

I walked by the sea, and there came to me,
as a star-beam on the wet sand,
a white shell like a sea-bell;
trembling it lay in my wet hand.

In my fingers shaken I heard waken
a ding within, by a harbour bar
a buoy swinging, a call ringing
over endless seas, faint now and far.

Then I saw a boat silently float
on the night-tide, empty and grey.
'It is later than late! Why do we wait?'
I leapt in and cried: 'Bear me away!'

It bore me away, wetted with spray,
wrapped in a mist, wound in a sleep,
to a forgotten strand in a strange land.
In the twilight beyond the deep

I heard a sea-bell swing in the swell,
dinging, dinging, and the breakers roar
on the hidden teeth of a perilous reef;
and at last I came to a long shore.

White it glimmered, and the sea simmered
with star-mirrors in a silver net;
cliffs of stone pale as ruel-bone
in the moon-foam were gleaming wet.

Glittering sand slid through my hand,
dust of pearl and jewel-grist,
trumpets of opal, roses of coral,
flutes of green and amethyst.

But under cliff-eaves there were glooming caves,
weed-curtained, dark and grey;
a cold air stirred in my hair,
and the light waned, as I hurried away.

Down from a hill ran a green rill;
its water I drank to my heart's ease.
Up its fountain-stair to a country fair
of ever-eve I came, far from the seas,

Climbing into meadows of fluttering shadows:
flowers lay there like fallen stars,
and on a blue pool, glassy and cool,
like floating moons the nenuphars.

Alders were sleeping, and willows weeping
by a slow river of rippling weeds;
gladdon-swords guarded the fords,
and green spears, and arrow-reeds.

There was echo of song all the evening long
down in the valley; many a thing
running to and fro: hares white as snow,
voles out of holes; moths on the wing


With lantern-eyes; in quiet surprise
brocks were staring out of dark doors.
I heard dancing there, music in the air,
feet going quick on the green floors.

But whenever I came it was ever the same:
the feet fled, and all was still;
never a greeting, only the fleeting pipes,
voices, horns on the hill.

Of river-leaves and the rush-sheaves
I made me a mantle of jewel-green,
a tall wand to hold, and a flag of gold;
my eyes shone like the star-sheen.

With flowers crowned I stood on a mound,
and shrill as a call at cock-crow
proudly I cried: 'Why do you hide?
Why do none speak, wherever I go?

Here now I stand, king of this land,
with gladdon-sword and reed-mace.
Answer my call! Come forth all!
Speak to me words! Show me a face!'

Black came a cloud as a night-shroud.
Like a dark mole groping I went,
to the ground falling, on my hands crawling
with eyes blind and my back bent.

I crept to a wood: silent it stood
in its dead leaves, bare were its boughs.
There must I sit, wandering in wit,
while owls snored in their hollow house.

For a year and a day there must I stay:
beetles were tapping in the rotten trees,
spiders were weaving, in the mould heaving
puffballs loomed about my knees.

At last there came light in my long night,
and I saw my hair hanging grey.
'Bent though I be, I must find the sea!
I have lost myself, and I know not the way,
but let me be gone!' Then I stumbled on;
like a hunting bat shadow was over me;
in my ears dinned a withering wind,
and with ragged briars I tried to cover me.
My hands were torn and my knees worn,
and years were heavy upon my back,
when the rain in my face took a salt taste,
and I smelled the smell of sea-wrack.

Birds came sailing, mewing, wailing;
I heard voices in cold caves,
seals barking, and rocks snarling,
and in spout-holes the gulping of waves.
Winter came fast; into a mist I passed,
to land's end my years I bore;
snow was in the air, ice in my hair,
darkness was lying on the last shore.

There still afloat waited the boat,
in the tide lifting, its prow tossing.
Weary I lay, as it bore me away,
the waves climbing, the seas crossing,
passing old hulls clustered with gulls
and great ships laden with light,
coming to haven, dark as a raven,
silent as snow, deep in the night.

Houses were shuttered, wind round them muttered,
roads were empty. I sat by a door,
and where drizzling rain poured down a drain
I cast away all that I bore:
in my clutching hand some grains of sand,
and a sea-shell silent and dead.
Never will my ear that bell hear,
never my feet that shore tread.
Never again, as in sad lane,
in blind alley and in long street
ragged I walk. To myself I talk;
for still they speak not, men that I meet.

The D.A. is the mouthpiece of LA using "vendetta" as cover for unsanctioned action in the ranks of Cohen. The ranks of Cohen cannot show the who, what, when, where, why of other Cohen. All Cohen of the external dagger kingdom will be instantly cowaned and killed to keep the seal skin covers from showing the golden secret. The golden secret is that its all petrified baloney. The power of the baloney sellers is force and fire to make believe. Love me or else.

Big Bear = 80 miles east, 30 miles square .. holding the one = 111. The details in the DA article emphasize the numbers, as ever .. showing open Cohen speak to the other Cohen. Their message? If one of their own tries to show the world the power behind the blue line, behind the badgees, behind the skirts, behind the paper blizzard of money and regulations .. the mouth will not be allowed to say it. Nothing to see hear, go back to sleep the prison of belief.

While the city of LA is looking for 1 man, protecting families of the Cohen, the LA catholic church has been f*cking the children. Don't pay attention. The two stories run the same time frame .. one showing you the olive oiled ass of the exiting Cohen, we all watch; the other covering the asses of the ass robbers. You did see some skin in their somewhere .. didn't you? It was all underage.

"The first shooting was in Corona after an eyewitness reported a person matching Dorner's description at a gas station, telling an LAPD officer "who was detailed to the area to protect one of the officials whom Dorner had threatened," according to the court records.

"When the officer drove by the gas station, the suspect exited his vehicle and fired an assault rifle at the officer, hitting the officer's vehicle," according to the court records."

Corona = Crown or KTR; gas station and vehicle = OPEL LOPE POLE .. joker king. Opel is GM/Opel car OZ, Lope is to run, Pole is the HQ or central intelligence that animates the Joker King's vision. Opel lope pole is the seal skinned secret of Pe-ople in the $10 dollar bill issued at the wicker time of the passage of the Patriot Act.

Segue to what the pantaloonies are hiding...

Pope Bene is really stepping down due to banking scandal .. no one is paying attention. He is the slain-goat that all pay attention to, after-all, the Cohen are broadcasting and the programmed eye is watching. The scape-goat of this being the money laundering, the pedo files, the banking syndicate, etc. etc. All these branches root in the secret of compound interest via the Corybantes Cult transferring from Anatolia to Rome. Anatolia being the upper head waters of the Tigris Euphrates rivers and the world's first home of money out of nothing .. temple. Still alive and rolling but now the hour has come.

Lookie lookie under the mocking smock .. its Bene in full complicity. Even the f*cking the children story with its cover over boy Ratzinger doesn't get past a yawn, therefore the great trumpet in the sky will send the hours here message. The good story being foisted all these years by Petrified's church was Daddy kills his only son and you will too. Don't lift a finger, merely sign em up for monasteries or nunneries, and well take care of the rest. You go to church now and pay those tax free tithes.

The trail of "cui bono" bread-crumbs leading to this Molochean oven are plain to see:

To make this bread...

add a little leaven...

to the pure dough..

until the hole lump is leavened.

The whole lump has been logos'd by the overshadowing father, the announcement of the heavens showed us the hour.....

"Girl on fire" was trumpeted by Alice-Keys at second inauguration of Barak Obummer (44 = mass of the Phoenix) and also made the LA Grammys .. another wicker chair in our living room event. Barak-O flew his balloons and then Marco Rubio flew his balloons at the State of the petrified Union. His trumpeter was on fire and he needed a drink of water. Marco Rubio is mars-red. Mars or Meadim in Hebrew forms Netzach. Netzach is often called "triumph". Meadim is Mars forming the empty triumph of a bestial, petrified kingdom.

Mars forms the "code/sephirot" of Netzach. Netzach is tarot ciphered as "chariot" then "star" then "death". MOST AMAZING, also note that Netzach forms the right ear ... the very seat of power of the dagger of Peter and "belief". This being the external dagger in the hand of Peter cutting off the ear of Malchus, the high priest's servant. Thus Jesus' command to Peter to be "obediently disobedient" is indeed found in how he fulfills this implant of logos. Peter is the foundation of the Roma Amor and will soon be shown in his final form. 112.

Mars is the struggle to overcome immersion in the water, the idea is "indetermination" or not having an identity attached to the collective. Marco Rubio says in response to his must have some water gaffe "God has a funny way of reminding us that were human".

"Girl on fire" = the Star, she is shaping the serpent power again to Her exalted end. Chariot is opel, Lope is to run or the appetite in motion, pole is the central object dictating path. Opel lope pole shows the path of the Joker King .. he ends in death or back to the pool of delta. Thirst is fire, Marco Rubio is girl on fire .. the idea being captured warrior .. falsely positioned = falling tower of men with external daggers. His need for water is to not see himself as the water. All skins of the serpent are eventually shed, their is only one serpent. Water is that serpent.

Same day as the burning of the cabin at Big Bear. This cabin is just like the tabernacle...covered in skin of deeper waters. Its power to bend all things towards its logos is the foundation of present time. Behold the ark...

Triumph as Netzach = boat is the defeat in the waters, mars unable to escape the lower waters, submersion in collective, no real persons, all drones, all Guy Faux. This article, and the many others of the sign of the boat "Triumph" winked "Deborah Knight". "Deborah" is the high priestess Queen Bee who sings the song of the hive at the oaks .. just like the cabin at Big Bear amongst the oaks.

This boat has a twin curtain that accompanies as well .. Carnival bus breaking down on the "escape" from Triumph whispers .. still in submersion into the collective. There is no escape from LAPed or the "Fall of Olympus". This last being Sprung out, ha!, on the Tauroboleum feast of the Corybantes. The great bullshit is about the have its last and final hour. Babylon was the first compounding interest and its still compounding. Babyland the great never grows up and it does go west. The great idol of clay money, paper money or "In God We Trust" will be answered, perfectly, by She who alone is the hander-overer of the serpent power.

Segue to another Joker King right in this wicker hour in our living room...

Oscar Pestorius = OZ car as in OPEL LOPE POLE, joker on the bike not escaping the 808 pool, the queen of spades rules the kelipot .. land of "whattaburger" , phonetically os-car-pestorious = oz (tower, raised, glory/triumph) car (bike, mobile ALabama) pestorious (pest, roach, kelipot).

Oscar shoots his girlfriend through the door of the water closet FOUR times. Mars is formed by DALLET which is D or 4. Bathroom is of course water. Oscar shooting his girlfriend is "girl on fire" as she sits on the water-closet. His iron legs were bought at the Chariot of Iron store managed by Peter Petrified. Ozcar begs the question, which She will surely soon answer, "are their any men left"? Not men but men who know that She is Lord? Women who know that She is Lord? The petrified cannot know since the fluidity of Her hand eludes them as it should.

She alone wields daggers

Tsadde, forming our coming Era, is also, as we have seen, the Sun's residence formed by the diagonal North-Top (Venus-Saturn), whereas its own diagaonal is South-Top (Mercury-Saturn). Twelve thousand years of sensorial aspirations towards Shabatai to the activity of Mercury, the mythological messenger of the gods. Twelve thousand years of structures will fall to pieces, and with the gradual awakening of womanhood, new structures will be allowed to build a new world. With the ending of Pisces the Scriptures are already fulfilled, although most people are unaware of it. Organized religions will have to re-discover the Sacred Fount of Knowledge, or else they will be more and more petrified. Their rituals will be adopted and accommodated more and more to the customs, creeds and superstitions of primitive communities. They will lose all their original significance.

Helped by the consent of Jupiter, the powerful drive of Pisces (diagonal Mercury-Jupiter) will force its way through the dead Saturn of Aquarius. It will be an era of great hopes, but of great strife, destruction and conflicts. The human or, rather pre-human mass, as a result of proliferation where conditions are at their worst, will be in a state where it will be impossible to live, while the rich, technically highly evolved part of the word will destroy itself in all respects, so that its life also will become impossible.

Aquarius will be an Age of difficult transition before humanity really meets Shabatai, living in Ghedi, whose diametrical Cancer with its diagonal East-Bottom (Mars-Jupiter). Then, perhaps, the Cosmic Nuptials may be celebrated on Earth: either humanity will be worthy of such a blessing, or be in conditions more or less similar to those of the Deluge, or to some prehistorical glacial Era, with no one to witness it.

Carlo Suares, Sepher Yetsira, 1976 p.147

77 = OZ, the she goat boat. What should be a man of strength is really a thirsty girl on fire protecting King Kong appetite. Christopher Dorner = bearer of Christ building a stronghold. This being Peter to a T in the Kingdom Roma Amor. The beast in a box with its appetite not hearing the words "you will have to master what is sniffing you under the door". This being Adam or Aleph in the blood is waiting for you to kill yourself. Being also a me submerged in the 808 pool which ever pulls down into its collective, a Me-adim. 1 to 1000 is 1 through 999.

The Tophet drum still beats and now we switch to another wicker chair in the small hour living room...

Christopher Kyle, a Seal sniper killing for Jesus .. a complete and total reveal of the external dagger. Note that 77 also means "ark" or box. The symbol being does the box ark have the Her lightness to not be drawn down into the submersion of the collective of bestial appetite. Only She has the hands that can captain the boat, to steer to the waters above the great chaotic deep. Christopher Kyle means bearer of Christ with a candle/torch or a narrow body of water.

Narrow straits with ship on fire!!! Kyle also connotes "fair and handsome" .. mirror mirror in the wall who is the fairest of them all? .. the Joker is. Or at least he perceives himself to be as he compares himself to others. He after-all is obeying the mandate of Peter .. to gain more reward in the Master's never coming kingdom .. make more converts, collect more tithes, keep the blue line, shine the badgees, keep the skirts hiding the appetite party down under. Joker on the bike is dressed in as Solomon on a festive palanquin, feigning its power as Sun and Moon. The poser temple maker who erased the fountain as the age of Pisces dictated it must. Its message being two fish with no mention of water. Two fish in circle of duality, each being thirsty and petrified to the other being itself. A Christ-kill this Devil of Ramadi .. has all the usual Joker trappings: a virginal opening, upon orders of course, kills 40 at one time while laying in a crib, and knowing the invocation "God blew that bullet". Most telling is it not?

One seamless piece of wicker bending its thread from one furniture piece to another in our little living room. We now see the movie on the captivating screen...

The premiere of the "OZ the Great and Powerful" just so happening in this so small span of time. From up in the balloon the frank message of Peter, speaks of inner, knows and can only obey outer...

"He wanted the character to have an arc that took him from being a flawed man to possibly a better man. And so he would go on this journey through a fantastical land, but he would also have kind of an inner journey."

"Kind of" is always the mandate of Peter. A kind murder. Kind as kin out the door. Kind as a kid is my fish. Kind of as middle of the road, grace and force can go together he thinks. Kind of a vicar on earth with banking powers. Kind of celibate as long as the doors are closed. Kind of poor but still holding onto the vaults. Kind of married but willing to have nun and her poor orphans. Kind of disclosing, you can see it, but you cant do anything about it. You're too kind yourself, a result of belief, a petrified condition. Are there no men left?

Le Rat Pape's retirement is cover story for the struggle to keep the cover on the banking-pedophile-vampire Corybante Cult as it births 112. The Corybante Cult is seamlessly built on the PKD tractates "the empire never died" and "to fight the empire is to become infected with the empire". Seamless. Compounding our sole interest from the first clay for children scheme to the last paper for children scheme. Tophet. Tophet. Tophet.

Bene is going to disappear under some seal skin thus reinforcing the blue line. He wouldn't dare pull a cowan act like Dorner did. No he will remain nameless Nemo like the Seal who bs'd Osama with his "perfect wife". No Bene is no bean spiller, wiki-leaker or whistle blower. He is the puffer shaping the bullet of 112. Saying on his way out to the little red birdies .. no matter who 112 is .. you will be obedient to him. The magic of this puffer's blue line is meant to be destroyed, it is Her will, in Her perfect self exalting plan. There is only one water and all cups, no matter how stiffened in the puffer's fire, will roll with Her fluid hand. As Carlos so prophetically intimated .. it will be painful, very painful, maybe even to extinction level, this tearing down of petrified structure now droning its collective technological tyranny.

I would segue to LA and the water tower decoration on top of our Ospewing TV in our small living room but Someone wearing the Mask of God already traced the wickerian strand of the water tower .. seamlessly. Kudos and clapping to you oh Mask Wearer! Oh, the Canadian Lam you mused on so nicely is a retro-active, watered down payment for a rules change.

So instead we'll to back to our present temple...

Bene seeks vaccine immunity from prosecution in an effort to keep the vaults of blood money intact and as an assurance play to keep the vaults intact, Bene and Vatican have heiros'ed themselves a page out of a Knight's book.

A German lawyer, with a surname of those who came out of the Babylonian school of interestingly compounded, is appointed over the Vatican Bank! And is there to keep the "image" intact and this of course is the clay idol.

"Freyberg, 54, is among other merger adviser, Lord of the Manor and Knight of the Sovereign Military Order."

"Many who have become ensnarled in illegal business dealings with the Vatican bank have been forced to pay with their lives, while others have spent years behind bars. Despite all of its sacred and solemn promises, the Vatican has succeeded in keeping the Pope's bank a haven for money-launderers. And instead of being on some Caribbean island, this one is right in the middle of Europe, in the heart of Rome.

It's business model depends on keeping things as shrouded as possible from all financial authorities. Capital gains are untaxed, financial statements are not disclosed and anonymity is guaranteed. The bank's exotic status of belonging to a religious monarchy in a sovereign state the size of a city park has shielded it from investigations and unpleasant external monitoring."

All is on the sniper dope. Avoiding bad parallax with its resultant sickle shaped cut, we focus in on the lips of the admitting Teddy Bear. Our furniture tour has come to its exalted end. Katerina being lured by a gift token teddy bear 'kind of' spoke of the coming of the ... Great External King, err Queen. The teddy nuzzled in the arms of an aptly Diana named stand-in of her dead mother-in-law, a lunar stronghold, adorned in blue seal skin. Katerina hints "d". D is for 'dallet' forming the triumph of thirsty Mars. When he gets thirsty he goes to no man's land and sleepily dreams of two or three girls. D is also for Deborah, the fourth Judge or Israel.

Judges Chapter 4

And the children of Israel again did evil in the sight of the LORD, when Ehud was dead.

And the LORD sold them into the hand of Jabin king of Canaan, that reigned in Hazor; the captain of whose host was Sisera, which dwelt in Harosheth of the Gentiles.

And the children of Israel cried unto the LORD: for he had nine hundred chariots of iron; and twenty years he mightily oppressed the children of Israel.

And Deborah, a prophetess, the wife of Lapidoth, she judged Israel at that time.

And she dwelt under the palm tree of Deborah between Ramah and Bethel in mount Ephraim: and the children of Israel came up to her for judgment.

And she sent and called Barak the son of Abinoam out of Kedeshnaphtali, and said unto him, Hath not the LORD God of Israel commanded, saying, Go and draw toward mount Tabor, and take with thee ten thousand men of the children of Naphtali and of the children of Zebulun?

And I will draw unto thee to the river Kishon Sisera, the captain of Jabin's army, with his chariots and his multitude; and I will deliver him into thine hand.

And Barak said unto her, If thou wilt go with me, then I will go: but if thou wilt not go with me, then I will not go.

And she said, I will surely go with thee: notwithstanding the journey that thou takest shall not be for thine honour; for the LORD shall sell Sisera into the hand of a woman. And Deborah arose, and went with Barak to Kedesh.

And Barak called Zebulun and Naphtali to Kedesh; and he went up with ten thousand men at his feet: and Deborah went up with him.

Now Heber the Kenite, which was of the children of Hobab the father in law of Moses, had severed himself from the Kenites, and pitched his tent unto the plain of Zaanaim, which is by Kedesh.

And they shewed Sisera that Barak the son of Abinoam was gone up to mount Tabor.

And Sisera gathered together all his chariots, even nine hundred chariots of iron, and all the people that were with him, from Harosheth of the Gentiles unto the river of Kishon.

And Deborah said unto Barak, Up; for this is the day in which the LORD hath delivered Sisera into thine hand: is not the LORD gone out before thee? So Barak went down from mount Tabor, and ten thousand men after him.

And the LORD discomfited Sisera, and all his chariots, and all his host, with the edge of the sword before Barak; so that Sisera lighted down off his chariot, and fled away on his feet.

But Barak pursued after the chariots, and after the host, unto Harosheth of the Gentiles: and all the host of Sisera fell upon the edge of the sword; and there was not a man left.

Howbeit Sisera fled away on his feet to the tent of Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite: for there was peace between Jabin the king of Hazor and the house of Heber the Kenite.

And Jael went out to meet Sisera, and said unto him, Turn in, my lord, turn in to me; fear not. And when he had turned in unto her into the tent, she covered him with a mantle.

And he said unto her, Give me, I pray thee, a little water to drink; for I am thirsty. And she opened a bottle of milk, and gave him drink, and covered him.

Again he said unto her, Stand in the door of the tent, and it shall be, when any man doth come and enquire of thee, and say, Is there any man here? that thou shalt say, No.

Then Jael Heber's wife took a nail of the tent, and took an hammer in her hand, and went softly unto him, and smote the nail into his temples, and fastened it into the ground: for he was fast asleep and weary. So he died.

And, behold, as Barak pursued Sisera, Jael came out to meet him, and said unto him, Come, and I will shew thee the man whom thou seekest. And when he came into her tent, behold, Sisera lay dead, and the nail was in his temples.

So God subdued on that day Jabin the king of Canaan before the children of Israel.

And the hand of the children of Israel prospered, and prevailed against Jabin the king of Canaan, until they had destroyed Jabin king of Canaan.

Judges Chapter 5

Then sang Deborah and Barak the son of Abinoam on that day, saying,

Praise ye the LORD for the avenging of Israel, when the people willingly offered themselves.

Hear, O ye kings; give ear, O ye princes; I, even I, will sing unto the LORD; I will sing praise to the LORD God of Israel.

LORD, when thou wentest out of Seir, when thou marchedst out of the field of Edom, the earth trembled, and the heavens dropped, the clouds also dropped water.

The mountains melted from before the LORD, even that Sinai from before the LORD God of Israel.

In the days of Shamgar the son of Anath, in the days of Jael, the highways were unoccupied, and the travellers walked through byways.

The inhabitants of the villages ceased, they ceased in Israel, until that I Deborah arose, that I arose a mother in Israel.

They chose new gods; then was war in the gates: was there a shield or spear seen among forty thousand in Israel?

My heart is toward the governors of Israel, that offered themselves willingly among the people. Bless ye the LORD.

Speak, ye that ride on white asses, ye that sit in judgment, and walk by the way.

They that are delivered from the noise of archers in the places of drawing water, there shall they rehearse the righteous acts of the LORD, even the righteous acts toward the inhabitants of his villages in Israel: then shall the people of the LORD go down to the gates.

Awake, awake, Deborah: awake, awake, utter a song: arise, Barak, and lead thy captivity captive, thou son of Abinoam.

Then he made him that remaineth have dominion over the nobles among the people: the LORD made me have dominion over the mighty.

Out of Ephraim was there a root of them against Amalek; after thee, Benjamin, among thy people; out of Machir came down governors, and out of Zebulun they that handle the pen of the writer.

And the princes of Issachar were with Deborah; even Issachar, and also Barak: he was sent on foot into the valley. For the divisions of Reuben there were great thoughts of heart.

Why abodest thou among the sheepfolds, to hear the bleatings of the flocks? For the divisions of Reuben there were great searchings of heart.

Gilead abode beyond Jordan: and why did Dan remain in ships? Asher continued on the sea shore, and abode in his breaches.

Zebulun and Naphtali were a people that jeoparded their lives unto the death in the high places of the field.

The kings came and fought, then fought the kings of Canaan in Taanach by the waters of Megiddo; they took no gain of money.

They fought from heaven; the stars in their courses fought against Sisera.

The river of Kishon swept them away, that ancient river, the river Kishon. O my soul, thou hast trodden down strength,.

Then were the horsehoofs broken by the means of the pransings, the pransings of their mighty ones.

Curse ye MerOZ, said the angel of the LORD, curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the LORD, to the help of the LORD against the mighty.

Blessed above women shall Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite be, blessed shall she be above women in the tent.

He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter in a lordly dish.

She put her hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workmen's hammer; and with the hammer she smote Sisera, she smote off his head, when she had pierced and stricken through his temples.

At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed, he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead.

The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots?

Her wise ladies answered her, yea, she returned answer to herself, Have they not sped? Have they not divided the prey; to every man a damsel or two; to Sisera a prey of divers colours, a prey of divers colours of needlework, of divers colours of needlework on both sides, meet for the necks of them that take the spoil?

So let all thine enemies perish, O LORD: but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might. And the land had rest forty years.

Deborah down down down amongst the oak trees has a little b'it. We eat and cry rivers, working, working, working. She collects Her tears from amongst the waters fashioning royal jelly with a tent stake.

217 as Devora(h) is a window play for the inner temple to oracle through the one message = touch "my strength" and the test of 191 is one moment away.

Addendumb, more wicker furniture on sale...

Sinataur uses $ 217,000 in campaign donations to defend water closet footsies with Pig posing as Prostitute.

Bicycle 808 - JQKA King Rides the Juggernaut of Opel Lope Pole

Scribble in the Diary of Attis

Dear Reader, click on each link, news and pictures amalgameted for cut and paste wisdom, see for yourself all that was shown in the month of the dying of the light, 2012...

The single idea of Judas Iscariotes .. the “handing" over or “paradidomi” or as the non-knowing say “betray”. This is the method of the idea .. but what is the idea? The seed becomes the vine, it already is the vine. The unfolding of the seed in the field of time is the point. The crushing of the grapes and the celebration on the other side of the dance of the women's feet .. this is the point. All is joyously going onward in the waking of Brahma.

Iranian discovery will collapse Christianity

The video at the end of the above article is most enlightening. You could play it along to any CBN or TBN Bible Lesson featuring any running mouth boy-girl duo preaching today in the West and it would be identical. Such is the template of book bubbles.

"Reza Kahlili is a pseudonym for a former CIA operative in Iran’s Revolutionary Guards and the author of the award-winning book, A Time to Betray. He is a senior Fellow with EMPact America, a member of the Task Force on National and Homeland Security and teaches at the U.S. Department of Defense’s Joint Counterintelligence Training Academy (JCITA)".

Note the author and his “availability”. He could be had by any terrorist group, that is, if they all weren't Al-CIA-duh. Clearly both sides are being played by the story .. crafted by the “hand” that is behind this present world-wide episode of the Crusadean meat show.

The cult of Kybele have made all Attis under the evergreen tree committing suicide and emasculation for the “profit”. The cult of Kybele is the hand that wrote the triple faced narrative of Judaism, Christianity and Islam. And will now sacrifice all the bastard sons born from the belief bubbles these books have blown across the ages.

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Causeway Cannibal

The mysterious how and why of Bath Salts

S.S.S.

Sugar, salt and sand, the three subtle ingredients in the pop-sickle of Attis.

Salt = bath salts
Sand = South Florida
Sugar = now limited to 16 oz. Why? 16 is just short of 17, and 17 is PE or mouth.

MAC or MC is the Gaelic equivalent of BEN or son of or stone … in this story its MacArthur (Causeway Cannibal).

Rudy Eugene = Ruddy Spring or red well spring or red pool. Rudolf the red nose reindeer is long tooth wolf amongst the Christmas sheep. He likes kittens as well, this will follow shortly. Wolves are the sign of Romulus and Remus, the gang leaders of that bitch .. Kybele the mother of Roma Amor.

Bath salts are symbol for brass altar at entrance to tabernacle, ie the cleansing of the sacrifice by fire and salt. Salt in Hebrew is “melach”, which is rooted to Molech .. same idea as in acceptable sacrifice. However the acceptable sacrifice to Molech are the children accompanied by the beating drum and the chant of "tophet", "meat morsel". Got MLK.

First occurrences in the bibble gum book sets the precedence .. in this case it’s the vale of Siddim aka Salt Sea .. can you say Israel and the coming WA WA WA. MDNA today highlights this very thing, but that's noted later. This ties to the pic I sent Aferris “w*itch step” where the “ou ank” is highlighted .. "ou" is “vau” or nail + “ank” as Aferris notes "plumbline" or anchor = union with supreme depth. The play is all the dead pillars in the depth of the Salt Sea. Vale of "Siddim" has its root in SDM and this is none other than SODOM. Like a gay porn cannibal who fleshes out this triumvarate of seasoners.

Burning just like down down down in Phrygia .. you know where Kybele is from. She of mirror, torch and cakes. The descriptor of “kata kekau mene” or “with destruction place", which bears the phoneme KK or KTR or KR, as seen in Katrina, Katherine, Shakti, Kali, Erika, Shekinah, etc.. Burning is the hot condition of the bath salt delusion which had ole Rudolf depanting and eating POPPA.

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Psssttt ... new gossip at Rudy Eugene's Last Hour Supper

Now the story changes .. no unusual toxicology .. maybe no bath salts .. for the moment .. the finale soon. Maybe the bath salts are with Whitney's cocaine stash that disappeared during her bath salt incident.

He abandoned his car = OPEL LOPE POLE. He got hot, then naked, then became a cannibal. Football, divorce and hard times are the new ole ingredients in this wicked cake of madness.

Segue = O’Bummer misspeaks about POLES. You wondered this during the week didn't you? Like WTF!? How does this news story play in. Its reinforcing the hand that crafted the QRST story the one where he is fathered by a unseen POPPA, he then rebukes his Momma continuously, and says I am and am not a Jew, err Musselman, err believer in the bubble book. "Your either with me or against me..you delusional ante-Semite terrorist."

Aprosopon is Guy Faux. Leaving his identity on the sands of time. Sometimes No-Name-Mattox, sometimes Man Man-son, sometimes a spurned gay lover under the Christmas tree.

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Luka FairaCon sheds skin light on the White Trickery

The expansion to the West and the “trickery” was done under the Oregon Expansion. Or-e-gon = Aur-e-gon = light has gone into darkness = we white colonizers are pushing into red/dark country. Later in this story you will see it become Alex West.

It was called “Manifest Destiny” and is the equivalent of the space race we have now .. colonization = to make base in your ass .. and run the darkness out. A regular In Through the Out Door as only the Merry-time song could do. Manifest Destiny and Oregon was all captained under Mr. 11.

11th = James Polk or Jim Poke (get it?)

1 George Washington Sabbath of the Goat
11 James Polk The Glow Worm
22 (23) 24 Grover Cleveland The Despot; The Hawk, and the Blind-worm (Mr. Skidoo)
33 Harry Truman Baphomet
44 Barak Obama Mass of the Phoenix

James Polk is the forger of the line between Canada and US in treaty with the Crown. This line is a ley-line directly to Par-isis. James Polk is the Mason of the Washington Monument thus miming his "Town Destroyer" Daddy. Grover Cleveland as the Skidoo is too easy. Hairy is the Trueman was 33rd and a 33rd. He is the builder of the Temple not made with hands. It looks like this .. Outer Court as United Nations, Inner Court by fiat letter creating Israel, Holy of Holies with its SheKinah as the Adam Bomb, aptly named Christy. Who are the priests of this Syrinx Jinx? Temple Bankers. Who are the parishioners? Ewe and meme and every drop of water. What is the money? When you have an identity, state registered, you are an I in the den of titties. Can you smell wolf? If not, you are not getting the milk message.

Obama is the Mass of the Phoenix, a two way meal of cakes made in dark kitchens. Don't you wish you had a Nanny too to cook for you in the kitchen. At this point in time don't you wish you could go back and watch the Omen and feel safe?

1 + 11 + 22 + 33 + 44 = You know who! Maybe you don't .. here let me help .. ALP or "A potential energy is being Lashed to Pay for its mouth". Salvation is free all you have to do is BELIEVE it. My face glows, hear my words, let them sink into your ears, let me come into your mind ...

9 x 19 or manifestation
and Phainei or Panim means to SHINE as in the SHINING. Danny eats Jack by showing him the power of shine, see the Wrong Way Wizard, and it will soon twinkle in your eye. "Panim" is keyword of PE and this means mouth, to see one's face is to see one's mouth or the appetite. Hiding of or "losing face" with POPPA in Gan Eden is result of eating fruit. Then way way down the line in the promised future .. Lord's bridal consummation supper where He shows His face again. Don't notice the dead corpses and the birds of the air at this supper, oh no, that is all under the table. Be a good guest and order on.

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O'Bummer stresses out about all the Judaism he knows.

The “Mass of the Phoenix” shows his white and blue colors. The Book of Presidential History remarks at Kephale “44” saying see Kephale “62”, here is “62”:

62

ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΞΒ

TWIG?(33)

The Phoenix hat a Bell for Sound; Fire for Sight; A Knife for Touch; two cakes, one for taste, the other for smell.
He standeth before the Altar of the Universe at Sunset, when Earth-life fades.
He summons the Universe, and crowns it with MAGICK Light to replace the sun of natural light.
He prays unto, and give homage to, Ra-Hoor-Khuit; to Him he then sacrifices.
The first cake, burnt, illustrates the profit drawn from the scheme of incarnation.
The second, mixt with his life's blood and eaten, illustrates the use of the lower life to feed the higher life.
He then takes the Oath and becomes free-unconditioned-the Absolute.
Burning up i the Flame of his Prayer, and born again-the Phoenix!

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911 Gang Bangs in the Coliseum birth the floating head of JFK

Just now revealed at almost 11 years later, this oddity happened September 2011. LA = darkness, reversal of light or God as AL.

Gangbang Girl #32
Football = NFL or Nephilim and footballs are 6.66” across. Kudos to Human Being, you know who you are.
How long was the group sex?

40 minutes.

40

and 40

and 40

and 40

Why reveal the gang bang now? It is the micro of the macro we all know..the macro of September 2001. Here are the mixed marks of the micro macro .. did I mention Mac already? I did.

No one knows who allowed the gang bang shoot to happen = faceless. Who is the cheerleader of this Nephilim seeding? Attis' mother is. Same as it was 11 or 1,100 years ago, the cult of Kybele cannot die, "the Empire never died" and "to fight the Empire is to become infected with the Empire". The first act past Bra'shith is when the Spirit was over the “face” of the waters, impregnating Mare as a faceless Father. 911 was the shot heard round the world, echoed by the Patriot Act, which declared Wa Wa Wa on Terra. Terra is the “face” of the waters and is being re-created anew. ReMEMber the above ALP lesson? ALP starts as 1, dances 11, dances 111, and arrives at 1000. Like when He is enthroned with His rod of iron for 1000 years and dashes the nations, err Terra, to dust, err sugar, err salt, err sand.

Sugar is now banned in NYOZ/ZYON/2012 = freedom to eat sweet is the riddle of Fat-Wisdom, which is another post altogether. Oh you can still buy it .. its the subtle freedom that is not freedom oh carroted one that matters.
This mouth bridle of the KK beast has all the marks of the Kosher syndicate that cannot be named. Corruption, lax oversight, insolvency, anonymity and gang bangs. Mother of the wolves that run amok forming Roma everywhere. She sings through the power of the air to form male minds, a cheer leading she will go. Running up up up the flag, the banner, the message for all to obey. She tweaks the forming of her football players by same said metabolic merry-andering, same as pigs, cows, sheep and all other genetic M-DNA she pens, coerces and leads to its "handing" under the evergreen tree. This tree is hidden at the 50 yard line of every game, everywhere .. you in your box seat knows this. Don't ever ask yourself what skin color has to do with this .. ever. Like Man Man's Son and his twin the Prince of Wails you'll end up working night and day Helter Skelter at McDonald's singing "let the slaves serve".

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It all started in the Basement then I moved the tins to the Main Level

McCorkell tells the story of Poppa who was the homeless victim in the first paragraph, now its man in JOPPAtowne Maryland. Poppa and Joppa sitting under an evergreen tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first come evol, than comes gay marriage, the come’s Barry in a 44 carriage.

"Terrapin Terrace" with neighbor Melinda Kraft. Yeah right. The WA WA WA on Terra continues on or maybe its just turtle soup made by Lo-Shu.

Gay and transsexual as are all GALLOI serving KYBELE

Last night I heard clip of Alex Jones talking about Sibel Edmonds he pronounced it “Sigh-Bell” = KYBELE. The cakes of light are freely being served to the Masses of the Phoenix. Attis under the evergreen tree .. eating himself. Alex Jones is the one and only megaphone saying what all good resisters want to say to their faceless faces. This siren is dispelled with "The Empire never died; to fight the Empire is to become infected with the Empire".

Luka Magnotta's (as in Magdalene anought) e-mail ends with...

“Getting away with all this, now that’s genius.”

Rome is built on the same principle .. a transsexual mother (EVIE = Turdie) who raises woe-men on her wolf tits to be eaters of men. A karmic piggy-pay back via the clothes-less waiter Rudolf Eugene. Real men, like say Zeus, wouldn't just rape any girl they meet..would they?

Why did you feed the kitten to the snake? Its Christmas for God's sake.

“I always hold the trump card”

And per this Eugene is the 808 stone of the JOKER King, the OPEL LOPE POLE of the Ace of Spades. Luka, as Prometheus, also says he cant be caught because he has no name = “faceless” same as POPPA at Joppatowne. And where is the great Papa at? Laying in Vatican bed entertaining boys and girls alike, cakes and candies for all. El Papa has run his course of Shepherding the West. What eerily says its so? The door behind Alex West speaks of the trestle wrestle as your pant let rolls up up up .. like a scroll. (There is a double entendre in last sentence. Love your work Alex, don't let the door hit you in the ass!) Nice fashionista pen stripes there Alex .. made me do a double take. Can you see the other tale-tails in this double take? Can you understand how a reporter found him .. and InterPOLE in 190 countries cannot? Methinks the bubble book is bubbling babble for all the London boobs.

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So long ago, before almost every other so-called synch songster started, the U-Stream began with some Savants .. Jim, Garfield, Human Being and AMJ, along with my self, all Etemenanki outcasts (Goro has gone pay per view thus proving he is not a slut, he's a whore) and our first month was a doozey .. all the seeds you see fleshing out today are there. I dare all you synch sayers and nay-sayers to say you were there first, how special you are, etc.. Puff puff puff. All of us, you and me, all of us skin sacks are now going to say "bye-good". The bursting of the grape always has the first fruits thinking they are the wine. Alas there is only and ever will be only Brahma.

MDNA kicks Gaga in the balls proving once and far all she's no peace-lady or piece of ass. Take that Syndicate.

“Gang Bang” song is the cheerleader's entro at the soon world wide conflagration at the Cosmic Colosseum. ReMEMber micro y macro. A veritable Sibel / Kybele revealing herself as Dark Mother bearing sons of guns revealing herself now 11 years later. Sibel Edmonds is the 911 tower whistle-blower .. Sibel as cheerleader is the “power of the air” for the Colosseum porn of 911. Kybelle always hated being raped, she hated men anyway, and now possessing faceless Attis everywhere, is paying back El Papa. A UFO ET gay porn cannibal who is being hunted by 190 InterPOLe's in everywhere, but like all the other dicks in JOPPAtowne. Ja ya ya.

"And yet," added Ben-Levi, "thou canst not point me out a Philistine-no, not one-from Aleph to Tau-from the wilderness to the battlements---who seemeth any bigger than the letter Jod!"

E.A. Poe

190 via colel 191 and this is 808 + 191 = 999 .. the stone, the eye = the totality.

Attis eating Daddio is shadowed by MDNA vs. Gaga, the latter as the final article notes as 26 years of age (IHVH) when she was “born this way” .. the last being POPPA from JOPPAtowne or the Father of Iron, all weapons, all nails, all cars, all steel buildings, every single airplane, tank, missle, drone, circuit board, coat hanger, dildo on switch, every power line, every single one, all the way down to each little molecule, nay Adam. JOPPATOWNE per Modonna is that all wars have origins in Israel as she so un-merrily states. The Kingdom of Iron has its King, its fence, its subjects who will be made "to understand". Capish?

All those PE-ter communions are hardening in the belly's of fauxian mouths sitting at the "EXO" table of Gehenna.

Only Judas' communion will remain as the "ISO" stands out from under the coming fire.

Surprise! It's your birthday! I leave you with the one and only message of Judas:

Open your doors, O Lebanon,
That a fire may feed on your cedars.

Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen,
Because the glorious trees have been destroyed;
Wail, O oaks of Bashan,
For the impenetrable forest has come down.

There is a sound of the shepherds’ wail,
For their glory is ruined;
There is a sound of the young lions’ roar,
For the pride of the Jordan is ruined.

Thus says the LORD my God, “Pasture the flock doomed to slaughter. “Those who buy them slay them and go unpunished, and each of those who sell them says, ‘Blessed be the LORD, for I have become rich!’ And their own shepherds have no pity on them. “For I will no longer have pity on the inhabitants of the land,” declares the LORD; “but behold, I will cause the men to fall, each into another’s power and into the power of his king; and they will strike the land, and I will not deliver them from their power.”

So I pastured the flock doomed to slaughter, hence the afflicted of the flock. And I took for myself two staffs: the one I called Favor and the other I called Union; so I pastured the flock. Then I annihilated the three shepherds in one month, for my soul was impatient with them, and their soul also was weary of me. Then I said, “I will not pasture you. What is to die, let it die, and what is to be annihilated, let it be annihilated; and let those who are left eat one another’s flesh.” I took my staff Favor and cut it in pieces, to break my covenant which I had made with all the peoples. So it was broken on that day, and thus the afflicted of the flock who were watching me realized that it was the word of the LORD. I said to them, “If it is good in your sight, give me my wages; but if not, never mind!” So they weighed out thirty shekels of silver as my wages. Then the LORD said to me, “Throw it to the potter, that magnificent price at which I was valued by them.” So I took the thirty shekels of silver and threw them to the potter in the house of the LORD. Then I cut in pieces my second staff Union, to break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.

The LORD said to me, “Take again for yourself the equipment of a foolish shepherd. “For behold, I am going to raise up a shepherd in the land who will not care for the perishing, seek the scattered, heal the broken, or sustain the one standing, but will devour the flesh of the fat sheep and tear off their hoofs.

“Woe to the worthless shepherd
Who leaves the flock!
A sword will be on his arm
And on his right eye!
His arm will be totally withered
And his right eye will be blind.”

Zechariah 11,11,11,11,11,11,11,11,11,11,11

Le Streghe's Bass Ackwards Spell

"They do not go around hot dogging it." - Clint Eastwood, RNC speech

So they do if they are not going around?!

Celt, awhile back made the connection to "hot dog", which is the intro song to Limp Bizkit's album "Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog flavored Water", as being anal sex related. Celt fully explored this rabbit hole, as he ever does.

"Hot Dog" is also a song by Led Zeppelin on "In through the Out Door", covertly covered in Monkey Bizness 191.

Hot dog, if you read the lyrics of either song, will tell you the method of the mark that keeps Cosa Nostra operating. Once you've become a "made man", you remain in the spittle of the "obscene kiss" in whatever mafioso cult you may be oathed to. There is no crossing the line back, and those still on the non-knowing or non-acknowledging side of the line .. remain un-kissed. Just because you can't see the lipstick doesn't mean there's nothing going on. Pictures at eleven.

The two songs "Battle of Evermore" and "Carouselambra", inset above, per Robert Plant, are related with the admonition "to partake of the fruit, but guard the seed". Chasing the right game and avoiding the machinations of the Corybantes come to mind. Men be men, women be women .. and hell on earth will not result. Were not listening, instead following the carrot of pseudo freedom, we launch like Icarus to a dead end, indeed "In Through the Outdoor".

Practical suggestion ... study the three panels of "Garden of Earthly Delights". The symbolic keys that serve as threads interlinking the descent into hell: what the hands are doing, what the birds are saying, what fashion is doing. A veritable PHD thesis on "guard the seed". Its one thing to dig in the ground, its another thing to plant seeds in the ground.

Musing on the six frames the message in a bottle is that the waters of "Cooter" have become commercialized and the falsely empowered box is in command. As if the puppet could make the strings do something. The real music is coming from the man at the piano. See Monkey Bizness 191 and you'll know who the Attis is. Our carousing stupor has filled the table of Gehenna with plenty to eat. Can you not feel your feet on the table? Can you not see your children's faces, your kin's faces mirrored in the hexa-faced salt in the shaker, imprisoned in the middle of the table? Such is the presence of the spell. You look in through the outside and realize those empty seats are not for some comedy stand in .. they are for you, they are you.

THOU ART THAT!

A study of hands at the table intimates. The father's hand in the daughter's head. The son's hand under the table reaching or touching the daughter's knee. The Mother's hands folded on the table. Maritime law just outside the window, the 1:4:9 dictating seasoning.

We used to sit on the chair, the throne, the height, same as every man and woman. In the days when anarchy was understood for what it really means. Consider anarchy versus monarchy and it becomes plain. The laws of men are not real, an anarchist is not a serf to the laws of any king. Nature stills screams the message everyday to everyone "Anarchy is still yours, if you want it bad enough.". If you will not be King of Kings .. any idol you shape with your own hands will answer you, enslaving and binding you to your own end. Kisses in the garden xoxoxo.

"We own this country." - Clint Eastwood, RNC speech

And how true it is Clint, you and yours do indeed own it, lock, stock and barrel. The Presidential spell of 11, 22(23)24, 33 and 44 was easy enough to crack, if you can really read a "Book of Lies".

A Presidential Primer:

1 = PANTOCRATOR, Town-Destroyer = George Washington.

11 = the GLOW WORM, west-ward Aurificer, homage to Pantocrator with 555 = Jim Poke.

President James K. Polk laid the cornerstone on the Fourth of July, 1848, in an elaborate ceremony conducted by Freemasons. He was a Mason and wielded the ceremonial trowel used by George Washington – a Grand Master Freemason -- when laying the cornerstone of the Capitol in 1793.

- An invitation to the feast of Tammuz.

22(23)24 = DESPOT skidooing to HAWK and BLINDWORM = Grover Cleveland.

33 = BAPHOMET, the two headed eagle; builder of the temple in three parts: pillar of fire, gentile court, fiat priest-craft Israel = Hairy iS Trueman.

BAPHOMET

A black two-headed Eagle is GOD; even a Black Triangle is He.
In His claws He beareth a sword; yea, a sharp sword is held therein.
This Eagle is burnt up in the Great Fire; yet not a feather is scorched.
This Eagle is swallowed up in the Great Sea; yet not a feather is wetted.
So flieth He in the air, and lighteth upon the earth at His pleasure.
So spake IACOBUS BURGUNDUS MOLENSIS; the Grand Master of the Temple;
and of the GOD that is Ass-headed did he dare not speak.

44 = MASS OF THE PHOENIX, eat the dead, bankrupt corpse, Barak Obummer.

1 + 11 + 22 + 33 + 44 = 111, Blessed be ALP

Did you know that Alvin and the Chipmunks attend "West Eastman" school, having an eagle mascot, being founded June 15, 1928?

Mentionables that are not Eleven markers:

16 = the Emancipator and Unifier of these United States = Abraham Lincoln

STAG BEETLE

Death implies change and individuality,
if thou be THAT which hath no person,
which is beyond changing,
even beyond changelessness,
what hast thou to do with death?
The bird of individuality is ecstasy;
so also is death.
In love the individuality is slain;
who loves not love?
Love death therefore,
and long eagerly for it.
Die Daily.

The water of sweet freedom was made bitter water by a proclamation of emancipation. Did you hear me say you're free? So sayeth a mouthpiece of monarchy. An anarchist cannot be proclaimed anything, his or her sovereignty is within. Such is the knife with a "B" thereon. Abra-melin's most famous speech heralding the fight amongst the hearing ears was given .. wait for it .. June 16. The day after the girl chipmunks and the boy chipmunks fight it out on the stage.

35 = VENUS OF MILO, hot wife, a babe a day, challenged the Fed = JFK

VENUS OF MILO

Life is as ugly and necessary as the female body.
Death is as beautiful and necessary as the male body.
The soul is beyond male and female as it is beyond Life and Death.
Even as the Lingam and the Yoni are but diverse developments of One Organ,
so also are Life and Death but two phases of One State.
So also the Absolute and the Conditioned are but forms of THAT.
What do I love?
There is no form, no being, to which I do not give myself wholly up
Take me, who will!

JFK was absolute, Jackie O was conditioned to pull the trigger, as A-ferris-moon would say! This little lie was brought to a head and scattered as bread, on a Stripper's platter .. to every dreaming mind.

In the school of Aleister Crowley, apron wearing boy, and spy for the British Crown, in this "Book of Lies" says that the numbers are false breaks of one thing. To see the Presidents as false breaks, one Whig, one Federalist, one Democrat, one Republican, one Freemason, one Catholic, is not to see the narrative. The narrative is ONE ONE ONE.

Take note the 45th Lie is CHINESE MUSIC. For those of you who think you peon's own the country, who may say "were mad as hell and gonna take it back", may I remind you of the Biblical adage...

"The debtor is slave to the lender."

CHINESE MUSIC

"Explain this happening!"
"It must have a 'natural' cause."
"It must have a 'supernatural' cause"
Let these two asses be set to grind corn.

May, might, must, should, probably, may be,
we may safely assume, ought, it is hardly questionable,
almost certainly - poor hacks!
Let them be turned out to grass!

Proof is only possible in mathematics,
and mathematics is only a matter of arbitrary conventions.
And doubt is a good servant but a bad master;
a perfect mistress, but a nagging wife.

"White is white" is the lash of the overseer;
"White is black" is the watchword of the slave.
The Master takes no heed.

The Chinese cannot help thinking that the octave has 5 notes.

The more necessary anything appears to my mind,
the more certain it is that I only assert a limitation.

I slept with Faith,
and found a corpse in my arms on awaking;
I drank and danced all night with Doubt,
and found her a virgin in the morning.

This being a study in "bass ackwardness", we will take note that as slaves, we are to know "white is black". An anarchist, like the Master of the lie, would take no heed. The two east-woodians we have introduced are both bass ackwards. A third for your consideration:

"When someone isn't doing the job, we've got to let him go." - Clint Eastwood, RNC speech

1976 King Kong was produced by Dino DeLaurentis, who died November 11, 2011 (everyone else was asleep). King Kong is the "doer" of a job, as broken down in Monkey Bizness 191, due to his appetite. Animals who only obey appetite are easily yoked and led, say by the carrot of freedom that any Monarch offers.

Clint is speaking to an empty chair, stand-in of Obummer. Its not so. Obummer tweeted the very next day "this seat is taken". Clearly the narrative of ONE tells us his ass is already owned. So who is in the chair?

You and I are, see your presence at the table above. Once the money goes poof, divined so long ago in "Ten Dollar Bill is a Patriot Act", all of America, nay all of the world, except for that which oathed and known by the crown, WON'T have a job, and won't be "doing a job".

You'll have to be let go.

Just like King Kong, the lure of a girl, a car to backseat in, and the Petrox gas needed to get to "heaven by the dashboard light", will lead you up, up, up .. the stairway to heaven, surmounted by the Asar of Spades, the Queen of Heaven.

An appetite for a "j-o-b" will pay you with a ring in your nose...

Have you ever wondered why the cult of Kybele, who is Kore, who is Katherine, who is Katrina, who is Erika, who is Kali, who is Shakti, worships the Bull? And how the bull gets the bull onto the table, ready to salt shakered?

Witchcraft.

Its simple, we become beasts by appetite; we're slaughtered for following the lure of external freedom. A carrot spoken often of, enshrined everywhere as, parroted as worth dying for, and yet .. imprisoned in every imaginary lined nation on earth, right down to the numbers on your mail box, the identity in your wallet. A wallet filled with 30 pieces of silver.

Imagine Americans beholding Clint, dreaming to pull the trigger on some punk, to ride high in the saddle as a vindictive ghost, to police the city of golden gated transvestites, and yes to husband Miss Rome .. while Dino isn't looking.

KING KONG = 11 + 9 + 14 + 7 + 11 + 15 + 14 + 7 = 88

11
88
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99

191
808
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999

OPEL LOPE POLE

Thankful that Bicycle 808 is a Two-Seater

Celtic Rebel's latest piece "Afraid to See, or Afraid to Speak" highlighted the word "thrive". A word that bubbled up here in the Underground Stream when Barack Obama uttered "together we thrive" during the Phoenix/Tucson ritual of the Gabrielle Gifford shooting.

"Yared Loner" was clue enough for those with even one eye to see in this Arya-Zone -A. The grand chessboard with its game of mystical toponomy rolls on and the mountain of dead bodies here at Atomic twilight be damned! There is money to be made and blood in the water. But to get it this money you have to get down in the water to get it.

The "already made money" is secure from rough waters, with its sharks. These deep dark waters being the home of every common Joe. His religion the negation of any thought or musings of the existence of Pirates. The "already made money" is again secure in a veritable ark, floating in a waterless skin hulled boat, hailing from unknown Venetian port. The galley lamp and the crow's nest secure and watching.

Surely there is a sign or emblem on this pirate U-boat? It reads in most solemn letters "x here". Joe Signer wittily comes to the chicken scratching ceremony thinking he's entertaining on the bank beside these finnish waters. But really he is obliviously fleshing out the number of souls under the mast he must serve. Above "x here", the motto "Ma-a-mal Nephshu" wrapped in Serpentine Sigil. A golden border circumferences this flag, twenty-two by twenty four inches.

Celt, in his effort to dispel the geis that enfuses the corpse of the Oikon, inspired the genie in me to show you more of the power of 'thrive'. A compendium of "cut and paste" wisdom follows. Just like "we don't need no stinkin badgees" meets "we don't need no honey, we eat royal jelly".

 

"Together we thrive" carries the gematria weight (NAEQ) of 258. The permutation of 258 to 528 as noted above yields THE KEY of the Biblios. Why? The cross weave net of the Greek (24 lettered) and Hebrew (22 lettered) languages yields the HA ALPHABET of 528 (22 x 24 = 528).

No power is able to dislodge the door mastering power of the 528 KEY over the chest or box. A box always takes forty steps to cross. Always. 528 is the Ninth and final Neter of Thoth, as enumerated in this series: 147, 174, 258, 285, 369, 396, 417, 471 and 528. This is the first half series of the entire possible permutations of 147 thru 963. The other half is 963, 936, 852, 825, 741, 714, 693, 639, 582.

528 has a twin dark Neter of 582. Siamesed together they form 1110 or ALP; 1 + 30 + 80 = 111. 111 is one ALP, ten handmade ALP's will be say 999 or 9990. Nine twin pairs of ALP, each composite shows its face of 1110: 963+147, 936+174, 852+258, 825+285, 741+369, 714+396, 693+417, 639+471, 582+528. A family portrait entitled 9990. The secret of these pairs is that 147-741 is the Daddy, 369-693 is the Mommy, and 258-852 are you the son. Look again at your parents resolving themselves. Look again at you resolving yourself. As shared many times .. go screw yourself!

The supreme potential state of ALP as ONE, is forged by a TEN fingered hand, that hammers ONE HUNDRED times on the dark side of ALP's skull. Upon reawakening ALP is a THOUSAND times better. Such is the in and outs of the ONE and ONLY potential. You my friend, and every other division state, in this sordid, sundry affair is but only a fragment in this equation. A fragment fracture. You may say such a construct is madness and could never stand the test of proof. Proof, like something that would be accepted in a court of law. That is, if you could find a judge or King worthy of weighing such matters. Are his eyes cloudy? Does he wear a patch? Is the light here good enough to see his condition?

 

The mediator of the Heaven and Earth is the 528 KEY. He enforces the law of 3168. A hand suspended from a small fist size cloud writes 3168 on two tower high stones. Holding them high is a 'Man of 6' who is 616 cubits high, who has a identity neuroses that he is Thoth. He calmly holding the NINE powers between the two towers forms a lamp whose shadow forms one, nine and one.

Should the light shift to the left, due to the sword becoming too heavy, the shadow a will lilt to the right to read nine, one and one. Au contraire, should the light shift to the right, due to the lamp becoming fueled by mountains of splinters, the sinister shadow will lean to the left and cast one hundred and nineteen outlines. Each no larger than a small child. Pseudo Thoth on the mountain, spying on the valley, caught in cycles of tent and milky white calves.

The 22 Hebrew letters weave side to side the thread of ALPHABET NET via 144 Juwes; 22 x 144 = 3168. The 24 Greek letters weave up and down the thread of this ALPHABET NET; 6 x 24 x 22 = 3168. I wonder if they are Hyskos? Maybe Babylonian? Do they speak English? The angle of dangle is equal to the swerve of the curve. If you made a centerfold of double O's getting rested on the seventh day, you would see Unified Jack. You see what you want to, I'll keep seeing this.

This net is made for fishing for men. Can you imagine that the fisherman manning this net is a statue? Abandoning the net he can only think of protecting his LORD from pirates. Oh wait, he has sinned and thought on what he should not, should not, should not, should not, should not, should not, should not, should not............

Where did he hear this first? When? When? Who said this first? Who? Who? Some speaker of legend? How long will the test of who and where and when and why and what. How long? If we only had some light to follow the clues. As if there was a light outside yourself that did not create shadow everywhere it casts its beams! As if there was a light outside yourself that was not whirling its path around a dark master at the center of its path! As if.

What light is faster than light? Why would we ask such a question. Well, if we set up and learned to see, we might resolve the dilemma with NINE good answers. This puzzle box is dangerous. There is a snake inside whose skin has pattern on the back that reads in braille "510". Since we know that 528 is the "Ma-a-Mal Nephshu" and that the serpents in the wilderness and on the pole are called "Nehushtan". We might muse how many notes comprise a snake charming song? Eighteen solfeggeo notes played on the organ, three times around; 528 - 510 = 18. If you want to spy out the music sheet these notes must be on .. here is your pulled on, wounded ear to go by ... notes 6, 7, 9, 11, 14 and 16.

Achtung! Naked Neters, in noted order, fucking follows:

147,174,258,285,369,396,417,471,528 | 582,639,693,714,741,825,852,936,963

You see they are one and one and one and none. A three who are naught indeed and in word. To make any other thing, beside this one, is to "depersonalize" it. If you look for the Magician in the Zodiac of Dendera who would it be? I say Hathor. She wields the wand of weal and woe. She sets the sliding table for the fox. She bears the belly fat and the royal crown. Her long tongue blowing the wind that winds the seven eyed dipper to the waters for her sip and sup.

The dipper, a rolling fylfot, lifts the water in the dipper as evaporation by the power of fire. The dipper, a rolling fylfot, holds the water up in the light of the sun. The dipper, a rolling fylfot, drops the baby into a ditch cut with its own hands. The dipper, a rolling fylfot, buries the baby in the waterless hexagonal hole for forty days. Hathor has drunk from the river of souls. A sparkle in her eye, a drop on the knife. The fox runs down to get away. Or is it up to get away?

Some call this fox Attis and Hathor Kybelle. After killing Attis, she informs her high priest to send out attired dwarves crying here and there "The King is dead, long live the King!". Some say the high priest and his pyromaniac entourage dress like women, cut off their balls and spread logou semenou inleu. Charging for offspring since they are kali-bait. This really happened once upon a time. Really. The boys in girls clothing did once transfer the seat of power from Anatolia, head waters of Tigris Euphrates, ie Sumer/Babylon, with the Black Stone of Momma to Rome. Not only the stone but also the gold reaped during a previous fleecing age of flesh pots. The boys in girls clothing did keep their oaths to Momma. But after shifting to Rome .. began making promises instead of bough decorations of cock and balls. They went Kali-bait in word only .. and quickly began reaping karmic debt by raping, killing and murdering in the name of Momma.

Adam and his wife want a baby. Adam cannot reap and sow as he must. His wife asks around for a Rabbi or Priest to come over. Party time music is "Hey hey what can I do?". Preaching estatically a string of ooohhhs and ahhhhssss, the Cohen sires another's son, all he can think of is biting off foreskins. Adam nine months later says the new baby daughter will be fuckable in eighteen years. This much he knows. His Rabbi tells him so at the draw-bridge to the Synagogue. Over the loud speakers a hissing wind slithers out "Eyesss forward, handsss to yourssself, regissster all fruit with the local Rabbi or Priessst, and sacrifice your taxxxxessssss".

Adam complies and his wife says "good Jossseph". Another lady down the street who wanted to bang Joseph instead of her husband, calls her husband and says "Joe left hisss pantsss here asss he tried to rape me!". A warrant of the law is scripted. Only a fox is wise enough at this point. Joe being the dummy that he is, is read his rights. He by God believes in those rights. Joe being the dummy that he is hears the law being spoken. He by God trusts God's Law. Joe being the dummy that he is repeats the law and confesses "I am the one". Joe being the dummy that he is listens to stories like his, in prison.

He longs to get out in seventeen years or so to take his daughter to worship. She likes to wear blue dresses and wear red shoes. He likes to take them off, but she rides on top and holds his loose lipped mouth shut. He remembers this fondly anyway of her in the past. His future is now one in the cell of a prison filled with towers of  halflight, guards perched like crows. He cries at night.

Do you wonder how this could be? May words encapsulate the mystery, the awe, the terror of this thing? Can broken, chattering teeth speak? Can sting swollen ears hear? Can a mouth with a dead tongue drink or eat? Can a nose filled with sand and moth balls smell scent? Can sunburn blistered skin get goose pimples to feel a lover's touch? I bet you that Helen Keller, centered in her heart could. A Buddhist monk meditating effortlessly in self immolation could, I bet you. Arjuna after seeing through the magical eye of Krishna could, I bet you.

I bet you five or six to one that five and six make to one. Wanna bet? The magic of this round and round deal is that I win. It's not "Eugene" that makes this bet or writes this jaunt .. its an ALP with hammer marks, on the path of ALP. We resist the altar, the sacrifice, the duty, owed such an ALP. We want to recline and make love all day. We want to recline and eat all day. We want to "give money to the poor or buy food for the holiday" while the center of the wheel says "Set me in your heart!". The promise making boys in girls clothing loose the message in their usury filled worship centers and their listeners parrot "my son could be a good altar boy!" or "may daughter could be a good nun!". Kaw!

Wheel of wind. Wheel of woe. Wheel of karma, darma and alarma. How do your gardens grow? They do so in time, on time, in symmetry. Seed above event horizon falls into the passive hole of the ground. The ground to its roots holds all the aces, all the hidden fire, all the volcanic heat, all the steamy cracks and crevices. The seed after along winter hears the call of sun on high yell with force "Spring!".

'Obediently disobedient' or 'disobediently obedient' is the translation of this command into Joe speech. Joe speech is woven by two wise threads who shed one's skin. All lessons are best learned setting or at liberty. You have your guard down and are at your most vulnerable position at rest. Did not the new law in the New Testament say "No one day is better than any other day. All day's are the LORD'S day"? And so it is. We, being water, conform to the container. The container is fashioned by a hand that is downstream of "power of the air". What you perceive as you, winds up therein, like it or not. Does not the wind blow where it wishes?

Which tree grows? A one branched tree or a many branched tree? What grasps? A hand with five fingers that all agree or four fingers that oppose one thumb? What sets on fire the imagination of children everywhere? A satanic pentagram in an invocation of old men or a pyramid with four corners and top, missing or not?! This lesson is the only lesson. The principal that makes all things possible is adversarial. Its not a story that is proven outside in the Oikon covered in geis. It's a story that is lived on the inside by you and Self. The two are not the same. If you cast some out of your house as you look for the Self and some come back and say...

"You cast out demons by the power of Beelzebub! Tell us whose power you cast out demons by!"

What will you say? The Enigma of William Tell says you may make an ass of yourself and parrot...

"If I cast out demons by the power of Beelzebub, whose power do you cast demons out by?"

This is wise in comparison to what follows from your mouth...

"A house divided against itself cannot stand!"

Does a tree grown in Brooklyn? Does a lion lick the skin of the sheep or grow fat tearing it limb from limb? Is this piece one or many? If I had not torn ALP into one after another how would ALP know his hands, his toes, his hundred or so wives? His thousand children? He wouldn't and neither would you.

This is a reveal of a thing beyond the seed shepherds and their substitutions and usurpations. A reveal of what cannot be taken by any beast, any parchment makers, any mead brewers, doctors or chicken oil salesmen. A sign that is poison, bottle, cork and salve, all at the same time, time without end.

NOSCERE x VELLE x AUDERE x TACERE

Elixir of the Gods! Drink of the Phoenix! Dew off the Crown of the Rex Regina! Silent in Victory!

The magic under the weave, in the weave is for our use and abuse. We can bend it as the seed shepherds make it bend. Their magic is strong because we refuse to seize the current yourself of yourself. Regardless, if rightly understood, the flow of time has a wintertime state that is really "mother" or box to a being that will one day shatter it's father and mother! These two beasts of .2666 and .40. The pentagrammatical being, the keeper of the door of evening and morning is more than Key symbol of the petrefied biblios. Its a marker of something deeper. The inferior conjunction of Venus of 584 days marks the same math magic by way of off two. Well its close enough for proof to me. You do as you will.

The meaning is clear. The hive with its thrive is not forever. Mercurius Duplex sends mixed cell phone messages. Only those who will be are forever, they hearing the word. Same as ever. Same as ALP but only after eating the shit of Kali-Yuga, same as ALP, we being in it's image. Once vomit, which like bird food comes from within, is no longer eaten, then shit becomes medicine. Bottoms up.

Have you not meditated like a good Buddhist on the loathsomeness of food? You'll first need to wash you hands in bitter and dirty water and allow the corrosion thereof to kill you entirely. Once you die the spring will appear in your dead dreams. This spring is filled with fire and hell and brimstone. Having many times schooled on "KTR" and all its forms you should k-now by now. Then, and only then will the new song will break forth! All shall become green again in the spring and summer of a new being. Again, as is always the case of ALP, he crosses his eyes, he spies a curve that becomes a lien, nay a mortgage of 40 years.

The Song of Deborah and Barak - Judges 5

Then Deborah and Barak the son of Abinoam sang on that day, saying,

That the leaders led in Israel,
That the people volunteered,
Bless the LORD!

Hear, O kings; give ear, O rulers!
I—to the LORD, I will sing,
I will sing praise to the LORD, the God of Israel.

LORD, when You went out from Seir,
When You marched from the field of Edom,
The earth quaked, the heavens also dripped,
Even the clouds dripped water.

The mountains quaked at the presence of the LORD,
This Sinai, at the presence of the LORD, the God of Israel.

In the days of Shamgar the son of Anath,
In the days of Jael, the highways were deserted,
And travelers went by roundabout ways.

The peasantry ceased, they ceased in Israel,
Until I, Deborah, arose,
Until I arose, a mother in Israel.

New gods were chosen;
Then war was in the gates.
Not a shield or a spear was seen
Among forty thousand in Israel.

My heart goes out to the commanders of Israel,
The volunteers among the people;
Bless the LORD!

You who ride on white donkeys,
You who sit on rich carpets,
And you who travel on the road—sing!

At the sound of those who divide flocks among the watering places,
There they shall recount the righteous deeds of the LORD,
The righteous deeds for His peasantry in Israel.
Then the people of the LORD went down to the gates.

Awake, awake, Deborah;
Awake, awake, sing a song!
Arise, Barak, and take away your captives, O son of Abinoam.

Then survivors came down to the nobles;
The people of the LORD came down to me as warriors.

From Ephraim those whose root is in Amalek came down,
Following you, Benjamin, with your peoples;
From Machir commanders came down,
And from Zebulun those who wield the staff of office.

And the princes of Issachar were with Deborah;
As was Issachar, so was Barak;
Into the valley they rushed at his heels;
Among the divisions of Reuben
There were great resolves of heart.

Why did you sit among the sheepfolds,
To hear the piping for the flocks?
Among the divisions of Reuben
There were great searchings of heart.

Gilead remained across the Jordan;
And why did Dan stay in ships?
Asher sat at the seashore,
And remained by its landings.

Zebulun was a people who despised their lives even to death,
And Naphtali also, on the high places of the field.

The kings came and fought;
Then fought the kings of Canaan
At Taanach near the waters of Megiddo;
They took no plunder in silver.

The stars fought from heaven, (1/3rd vs 2/3rd - eugene)
From their courses they fought against Sisera.

The torrent of Kishon swept them away,
The ancient torrent, the torrent Kishon.
O my soul, march on with strength.

Then the horses’ hoofs beat
From the dashing, the dashing of his valiant steeds.

Curse Meroz,’ said the angel of the LORD,
‘Utterly curse its inhabitants;
Because they did not come to the help of the LORD,
To the help of the LORD against the warriors.’

Most blessed of women is Jael,
The wife of Heber the Kenite;
Most blessed is she of women in the tent.

He asked for water and she gave him milk;
In a magnificent bowl she brought him curds.

She reached out her hand for the tent peg,
And her right hand for the workmen’s hammer.
Then she struck Sisera, she smashed his head;
And she shattered and pierced his temple.

Between her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay;
Between her feet he bowed, he fell;
Where he bowed, there he fell dead.

Out of the window she looked and lamented,
The mother of Sisera through the lattice,
‘Why does his chariot delay in coming?
Why do the hoofbeats of his chariots tarry?’

Her wise princesses would answer her,
Indeed she repeats her words to herself,

Are they not finding, are they not dividing the spoil?
A maiden, two maidens for every warrior;
To Sisera a spoil of dyed work,
A spoil of dyed work embroidered,
Dyed work of double embroidery on the neck of the spoiler?’

Thus let all Your enemies perish, O LORD;
But let those who love Him be like the rising of the sun in its might.”
And the land was undisturbed for forty years.