Lemonade for Suckers

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

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

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

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

Hello world! Ding Dong! Wisdom calling...

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

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

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

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

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

Be very afraid of Kaligrammes...



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

squeezed and running down my leg.

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

This clear headed muddle will soon make cents.

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

The children of the Ishmael, or as the Jews would frame them ... off-spring of the wild donkey, were whipped into a frenzy of riots, black flag raising, embassy burning, and murder, by a mock-up Hollywood (nee California) film by one "Sam Bacile".

"Sam" being short for Samael or Samuel means adversary and in the Testament of the Jews was the prophet who anointed their first, head and shoulders above other men, King Saul. "Bacile" is from bacillus meaning staff, stick, wand, or scepter. Bacillus occurs in the word imbecile meaning one who should not hold a stick. All those who set their hand to Excalibur and could not draw the sword from the stone were imbeciles.

Drudge intimating staff, stick, wand or scepter, and the fire of the Sons of Ishmael.

Le Streghe's bass-ack-wards spell has been cast and the void of voids has answered the calling of the One who will fuse the three into one. ALP as 111 via 1+30+80 is the source energy of 1 becoming 1000, or greater ALP. In order for ALP to get there, it has to be goaded or driven or initiated to its greatness. This being the LP of ALP. L as LMD is the goad or driver. Saul becoming Paul was goaded on the road to Damascus leading to his serpent wisdom when he saw scales falling from his eyes. The road to Damascus is fraught with peril and the initiatic cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. The first being the test of charity and ass mistaking; the latter being old salty mothers and Daddy on the sweet mounds of his two daughters. To not pass the test in either and wallah your an imbecile dancing in flames.

Borrowed from the most insightful Loren Coleman of "Twilight Language".

Being haunted, prodded and possessed of the riddle of ALP, I have shared the riddle over and over, of the name game of Sarai to Sarah, and Abram to Abraham. I was blessed to read the "Cipher of Genesis" by Carlo Suares, who fleshes this riddle out over and over and over. He points out that Sarai becomes Sarah (yod to he) at 90, and that Abram becomes Abraham (insertion of he) at 100, totaling 190. Some water here from Ign's well will make your eyes see..

The name game of all name games is really about your name. Cutting to the chase ... when you are not you, ie possessing your center, another comes from outside yourself, and is made King over you. When this happens in the course of time with the proliferation of bodies, bodies that are not possessed of Self, the kings become more numerous and the emptiness of the desert grows. The magic or flexibility or youth of the world dries up and the world becomes real or rigid or an old imbecile enrolled in a school of hard knocks. Well my friends, the world has filled up, and the King knocks at the door. He doesn't knock with his hand, He knocks with a stick, more specifically, a scepter of iron. All the imbeciles can't wait to see Him, whether He be Maud'dib, or the second coming, or the first coming.

When did this happen you say? When men stopped running around chasing game, knowing plants, and chasing pussy, pussy that also ran fast. The spirit that inhabited these persons was wild, free, strong and long legged. Then one day, after the course of aeons of time, the seasons changed, the water turned 90 degrees, the hand framed a window and men became pregnant with the idea of .. agriculture and cities. What did this? Qaheen's foot turned from being of plants, to undoing Abel, to being the first city builder or in a nutshell Iron did. Iron is the scepter of a Dragon King who spins the earth, and all of the other dancing BB's, as a magnetic top in the whirl of the impossible possibility made possible. When He falls as raindrops and the shell cups that hold Him do not know Him .. He makes a King for Himself to rule over His non-knowing Self. All the cups and the fictions that the cups have made are smashed into dust back into the ground from which they came from and the world becomes new in magic again. The King is the Kingdom and all is one again. Blessed be ALP the greater.

Hhamah (Sun) formed by Khaf-Kaf is behind us (West) as we face the East. We do not see the sun, but only our shadow cast at our feet. We cannot look at it fixedly: it would blind us. We cannot stand the power of its emanations. It provides all energy: it destroys, burns and calcinates by its power. Its elemental Hhayt has to meet the elemental Mem of the Waters, and only then does it give forth its third Aut, Hay (life), and fertilise our actions. Its two formations are both in Arieh (Leo). By Khaf Hhameh it is O'ser (richness) and by Kaf it is O'ni (poverty). - excerpt, page 133, "The Sepher Yetsira" by Carlo Suares

Khaf-Kaf, the letter K, as in KING KONG. Khaf is soft sunshine. Kaf is hard sunshine. The sun is shining hard because the Mem that holds it is Kelipot. The hardness of the Sun is a response to our hardness of heart because we are not possessed of the Supreme Self. What are we possessed of? Guy Faux. Why? Our left ear is not working and in turn our right hand touches the pillar of severity, afterall were imbeciles.

The Great External King is the fruit of our collective action of emptiness, and yes nature abhors a vacuum. Am I the Scare-Crow? The Tin-Man? The Lion? Or Toto? These all being the questions of Abram. Am I the untouchable, yet sharing Virgin? Or the untouchable, never sharing wicked Witch of the West with my winged monkey minions? These being the questions of Sarai. The fruitlessness of these two AP-parent sets of identity questions, is the foundation stone of His Black Iron Prison Kingdom. It is built on the knowing disclosures by PKD:

"The Empire never died" and "To fight the Empire is to become infected with the Empire" - tractates Gnostica Scripture, PKD

ALP becomes an APL and this APL is the poison of Samael Bacile.

LMD is 12, an object, a whip, a perceived thing. What is revealed is 5, a Hay or HH. As you can see, this HH or 5, is a broken representation, miming Saturn, the King who eats his children. Peer closely at this comic sonogram. The light that is not shown is PE or 17. The mouth that made this little light shine is our collective empty unbounded hunger. Guy Faux makes only one meal "Iggy in a basket" and by now you will instantly think "babe in a manger". "Its almost here" was played out this week reinforcing the spell of 911. 119 and 191 and 911 are all masks of the Square of Saturn, the Devil's telephone.

The goad of LMD driving driving driving into the mouth of the Empress of Adamah is inverted .. the mouths of the little beasts everywhere resist the whip, and the flames of Khaf ignite on the earth. The heart of each is inflamed, the test of charity, ass mistaking, salty mothers and sweet daughters, becomes the wood pile that Iesou Christou has been waiting for, to come again. You either die alone daily inwardly or you die one day externally altogether. Those who die daily are garbed or robed in a light that is not of the external Sun and the reach of His iron scepter. The test of the King is always will the stone be alive in its heart? Or will the stone be hard, empty and possessed only by its god, the stomach? Will the stone know itself past the shells of its parents, the shell of its skin, its bodies, all seen in the light of the external sun. Life or Hay or HH is inward and always and only in the kernel of the Self. The shells, always with fruit outside, are food for Chronos or Time or Saturn .. and he is the cookie monster.

The coming of the Great External King was heralded this past week in the showing of the teats that will pap this little Monster to its destiny. The closing trick of this is that you too have seen the teats! This also a sign of little monsters everywhere. Open mouths of unbounded hunger needing, demanding a J-O-B to get PE'd. Monarchy and Anarchy wrestling to get through the door last.

X marks the 640 acre palatial estate where Katherine has unveiled herself. Having already shared many times .. Katherine is Katrina is Erika is Kali is Shakti is Kor, the foundation stone of mouths in hell. While she barred her paps, William was talking on the phone or some such.

While visiting a Malaysian cemetery for World War II dead, the Royal couple smile for the munchkins. Feigning furiosity, they beg for your sympathy. Tea and milk?

The parents of the Great External King are the iron tools in the hand of the Supreme Self. A tool cutting a stone cut without hands; silent in the Temple. A stone with mysterium measurements of:

1 : 4 : 9

1 x 4 x 9 = 36

1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 = 36

1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13+14+15+16+17+18+

19+20+21+22+23+24+25+26+27+28+29+30+31+32+33+34+35+36 = 666

The slivers of the ShMsh enter your eyes blinding you to his dark, enigmatic, fixitaing presence. Light acting on waters birthing twins, a lesser light with attendant shadow. What if there are twins in there? As ever, from before the aeons of time, only one of them will be Samael Bacile; I'm the other. The rod of iron being twenty-six in length is the only length able to hold the seat, to anchor the line between the square of a number, being five, the cube of a number, being three. There is no other number with this property in all of the numberdom.

5^2 vs 2 x 13 vs 3^3

I + H + V + H = 26

The devil in the blue dress has no head. Its again only the Great External King, its head covered in the anointing oil of Baphometis, will deliver all the shells, itself included, to a world remade and illuminated only be the light within. The fishes, diametrically opposed to the world above the event horizon, the world of water, of or in the air, will be tested as to breath in the net of Peter. If the fish breathe, once past breath no more, and speak "no man may take my life, I lay it down and I pick it back up again", Peter vanishes as dust in the wind. Petrefecations principle will have ovened and the nested the seed intelligence therein to its shatter moment, its sure trajectory standing straight up to its waiting crown. The way will open and the event horizon bride will bleed.

The excerpt below should pry your eyes wide shut wide blind.

Chateau D'Autet, the 640 acre estate in the south of France is the reveal of the coming union with the Great External Sun King. William on the I vs APL phone is communicating to all down in apron-ville, Katherine focusing on her sunbathing is to be overshadowed by the Holy Ghost. The tremors caused by merely showing the paps that will feed Him were world-wide, tick-tocks that the countdown to His day is on.

The monolith is sending out the waves to call all the monkeys to shine in anticipation. Mr. Higgins shows how "396" is the "40" or logos of the philosophical universe, meaning the word that upholds the box container .. on all a levels. 396 as seen below from pictures taken deep in Ign's well show that 369 is "6" or "union" and wink the concept that a new Brashith (create 6) will issue from the Great External Sun King's mouth. Chateau D'Autet also reinforces the metallic message with AUT. Considering the story line would it be any surprise if William had an accident? Down in MALaysia all the pics of her strolling with William in the cemetery have her under her parasol.

"The hotel in which they were staying is set in 640 acres of rolling countryside in south-eastern France and is owned by Viscount Linley, the late Princess Margaret’s son."

A 26 page spread to be published tomorrow by an Italian Magazine is ROMA AMOR sending the smell of the iron scepter over the earth.

The smashing of the Guy Fauxian fictional lines, pigs ear wallets with 30 pieces of silver in every pocket, and the world of boy in city is going "BYE GOOD". The event horizon is the SSSumation all of what is above it in the world of expansion, and what is below it in the world of compression. High - middle - low. Middleton has no head just as all the shells have no head. They do share one common head, A-Bram, the negation of Brama, surmounted by a giant dunce cap. The gravity of the internal Sun that makes the Universe go round is going to negate the A back to Bram, a self correcting flagellation if you will.


Happy Jewish New Year!

Post Script; more confirmation of the KTR spell:

Katherine is crowned the "Queen of the South Seas". Ha! It's a "half" naked truth.

China prepares to possibly nuke Japan over senKAKU sea or "south sea".

And to cinch this ruby-ruddy deal .. well need some shoes!

BRITISH GLOBAL FOOTPRINT!

Post Post Script - for the those steeped in Tea and Milk .. a universe size cookie from Carlo Suares:

Three Mothers: Aleph Mem Sheen. Be-Schinah (in transformation): Esch and Maim and Rouahh. The word Schinah or Schanah (Sheen-Noun-Hay) signifies transformation or change. In current language it means "year", doubtless as a measure of duration, since time is the measure of change. Next we read Hhom (Hayt-Waw-Mem, translated as "heat", although heat is Hham: Hhayt-Mem without Waw) is created by Esch; Qor: Qof-Waw-Raysh (translated "cold") by Maim and Ruaia (Raysh-Waw-Yod-Hay), translated "surfeit", by Rouahh "knelt down" between the two.

Read in everyday Hebrew, and all the more so in translation, this verse is superficial. But the cabalist's attention is drawn to the Waw of Hhom, which should not be there if it only conversns Hham, heat. Is it not a question of the transformation of the Autiot? And must the sky and the earth be explored to state that fire engenders heat?

The Three Mothers, Aleph, Mem, Sheen summarise the whole process of energy. They beget themselves mutually, project themselves into existence and, first and foremost, into the human individual. This is the central concern of the Sepher Yetsira, which considers man the as teh focal point of all cosmic energies. Aleph, Mem, Sheen express simultaneously the essence, appearance and movement of everything. It is important to see these at work in the totality of everything that it is possible to mean. For the authors of the Sepher Yetsira the most important thing to show how the two poles of energy (essence-appearance, spirit-matter, etc., etc.) are One. As follows:

Fire, Esch, 1.300, transforms itself into Hhom, 8.6.40; water. Maim, 40.10.40, transforms itself into Qor, 100.6.200.

Esch, beyond our conception, becomes substance 8, undifferentiated, fertilising (6) the Mem (40), Maim becomes cosmic Aleph, 100, fertilising (6) the cosmic 200 (Raysh, as we have seen engenders Sheen). In short, Aleph becomes Mem and the two Mem become cosmic Aleph. We are here in the whirling round of the Autiot which we come to feel in our minds and even in our bodies. By Raysh-Aleph-Sheen, Aleph-Sheen enters the head (Rosch), Maim enters "the dwelling house", Bayt-Tayt-Noun (2.9.50), of the abdomen and Rouahh, the breath, unites the two through Guyia and Waw-Yod-Hay, the three Autiot of YHWH brought by Ghimel, 3, archetype of organic motion (in the order in which they seal the 9th Sephira). This verse opens up endless opportunities for contemplation." - Carlo Suares, The Sepher Yetsira, pages 100 & 101, Shambala

Ghimel 3, as archetype of "organic motion", uses in time Lamed 30, LMD, the whip as the tool of delivering YHWH into the torso. The 9th Sephira per Carlo is "Depth of the North". The Great Dragon, mouth agape, magnetically pulls the iron into its maw, a red running river of KFC chicken.

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.

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

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88
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191
808
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999

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