Oh My F*cking God!
posted by Eugene at 11:55 AM
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Returned mail from the road on the way to K West. Deficient postage.
The Noetic Bau of Ra sails the event horizon of Ocean of Chaos. An object filled with the teeming masses of lower souls and 8 perfect ones called out of the 888 pool of potential. The lower souls are 2 and 7, these being the tessalation game of house agitation and house at rest, see 1776. The 8 perfect ones are delivers of the seed over the liminal state of the day and night of Brahma. He being wakened only after Kali cuts him to pieces and eats him alive in her bikini attired feast of Asar. There are no hot cross buns in the Noetic Bau of Ra. All such things are food below the moon, for the moon, in the Ocean of Chaos.
The measures of the Noetic Bau are a symbolic story of being goaded as a fish, a being below the event horizon, to ascend into the wind that is above the event horizon. This wind is the realm of judgment, i.e. all that measured true against the feather of MAAT. The wind blows where it wishes, birthing what it knows, scrubbing down all that does not shine in the firmament.
Noah is a pun related to the foot as inch. I-nch is IHVH as Noah, the Demiurge in regenesis. Drinking the wine of the River of Styx falling backwards, down below the moon as food. It happens again with Abram taking wine and bread with Melchizedek. He falls into Sarai, she falls for Pharoah; in the end, the sorrows turn to laughter. The circumference of the earth is related to the size of man's feet. In times 90 degrees to now, the feet are different.
Noetic's boat converted to inches reveals 777,600 as flaming, sharp vessel, captained by Demiurgic Ra (777)over the Ocean of Chaos (600). There will always be a fire in the celestial realms that cannot sink, cannot be quenched. No matter how much stormy, chaotic darkness overshrouds the boat, the light of the compass is true. This compass is Zep Tepi, a mirror of the first stirrings that Nuit had of Atum. Its needle is ever magnetic to the Queen of all spinning bodies, all circles, micro-macro ad infinitum. A small dagger this needle, having the innate power, to fructify the darkness.
Seven is a weapon in the lover's hands. Like Paris and Helen they are blind to how all faces, all identities become embroiled in their blood lust. They unknowingly court an adversary to menage-a-troy with them. He enters beastly, swollen and enlarged with cunning of the field, heroic and triumphant, a man of the road. Or was it many men? The alluring face of Helen bewitches heroes far and near to set her free. "Back to her husband!" they cry, each however, sharpens his sword at night dreaming they were the one with her. One day, a great hero amongst them, conjurs and constructs a clever ruse to let the wanting deliver their desires. The fateful night arrives where "fortune" arrives as stealthy hoofprints. The riders carry out their pent up dreams, sacking, raping, pillaging, murdering till their hearts content. Our great hero turns his lust slaked heart to home, remembering the love of his youth, before the great war. Struggling through many a road, many a test, a tryst with a demi-god (life is good on the road), many a curvy suitor, he makes his way home. His long hearts desire cannot see him through the other men, and his own guise. A tongue is caught in its own webs afterall. "I so!" he endlessly repeats, storing the tears inside, he sharpens his will to gain the face of carefree youth, an identity made new, far removed from the endless faces of the road. He cleans his own house and destroys the porn of Troy, the stories of Helen in each magazine, and burns his favorite patriot stories of kings and captains he once wanted to be.
Many years later Fatimah and Mary would mindlessly wrestle over the mass produced dildo, stamped with "made in the temple of Judaism". Each a whore for a missing Daddy like Meriochane of ole. Their many sons, too numerous to count, filled the earth, bastard after bastard. Each a glistening dark drop of near soullessness, if not entirely soulless. Each filled with identities, slogans, advertisement jingles, songs of propped up fathers; all wanting and never filled. The bastards, all claiming true origin, true faith, and a pure mother, went everywhere singing of a fountain that none could show as real. Their zeal, errant on its face, corrupted their minds, their asses and their faces all become bank deposit slots. Each yearning for the dildo to give them a son. Paris, now was a city with tower whose husband was named Erica (she suffering objectum sexualis) was a shiny modern city. Its denizens had once sent a famous statue to a kindred nation, the nations shared revolting heritages. A magazine fragment,from a house previously owned by a famous hero, miraculously drifted and multiplied filling Paris with the need to ride sea horses. All night long. All day long. Their health suffered, they cried to heaven "Give us leavened bread! Afterall we are your sons!" and "Dildos for boys as well as girls!".
One day the faraway kindred nation way way west, had a lightning boy hero. He being the answer to all their prayers. He, like heroes of old, went to war with in the Spring. He called it "Arab Spring". It was followed by Libya, land of lotus eaters; Syria, land of flesh eaters; and Colchis, land of previous road warriors. The Arab Spring ended in abysmal failure, as all cupcake revolts do, advancing the faraway nation to its western telephone end. The play out parody of the King of South vs. the King of the North, slave vs. free, Helen vs. Penelope, Sarai vs. Sarah, Fatimah vs. Mary, was endless. The parody, and every playbill in between, was germinated from the fragment from that ole house of the hero. Like the previous upside down ages of "Back to her husband" and the one that followed it, heralding "take my daughter instead", this one parrots "Pussy Riot" freedom, while the chains clink everywhere, and the pussy fruit is murdered and burned for fuel in hospitals. The cul-de-sac of sacks has arrived, Lilly Leadbetter, will get PE'd. Just as Juicy J meant wet work in the context of $10.10, the single water of all as one is foolfilled as 180 endlessly. Blood red lower waters, Setian sharks. The Noetic fire is ever free and above all such things, no matter how it appears here below.
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The End.
The Noetic Bau of Ra sails the event horizon of Ocean of Chaos. An object filled with the teeming masses of lower souls and 8 perfect ones called out of the 888 pool of potential. The lower souls are 2 and 7, these being the tessalation game of house agitation and house at rest, see 1776. The 8 perfect ones are delivers of the seed over the liminal state of the day and night of Brahma. He being wakened only after Kali cuts him to pieces and eats him alive in her bikini attired feast of Asar. There are no hot cross buns in the Noetic Bau of Ra. All such things are food below the moon, for the moon, in the Ocean of Chaos.
The measures of the Noetic Bau are a symbolic story of being goaded as a fish, a being below the event horizon, to ascend into the wind that is above the event horizon. This wind is the realm of judgment, i.e. all that measured true against the feather of MAAT. The wind blows where it wishes, birthing what it knows, scrubbing down all that does not shine in the firmament.
Noah is a pun related to the foot as inch. I-nch is IHVH as Noah, the Demiurge in regenesis. Drinking the wine of the River of Styx falling backwards, down below the moon as food. It happens again with Abram taking wine and bread with Melchizedek. He falls into Sarai, she falls for Pharoah; in the end, the sorrows turn to laughter. The circumference of the earth is related to the size of man's feet. In times 90 degrees to now, the feet are different.
Noetic's boat converted to inches reveals 777,600 as flaming, sharp vessel, captained by Demiurgic Ra (777)over the Ocean of Chaos (600). There will always be a fire in the celestial realms that cannot sink, cannot be quenched. No matter how much stormy, chaotic darkness overshrouds the boat, the light of the compass is true. This compass is Zep Tepi, a mirror of the first stirrings that Nuit had of Atum. Its needle is ever magnetic to the Queen of all spinning bodies, all circles, micro-macro ad infinitum. A small dagger this needle, having the innate power, to fructify the darkness.
Seven is a weapon in the lover's hands. Like Paris and Helen they are blind to how all faces, all identities become embroiled in their blood lust. They unknowingly court an adversary to menage-a-troy with them. He enters beastly, swollen and enlarged with cunning of the field, heroic and triumphant, a man of the road. Or was it many men? The alluring face of Helen bewitches heroes far and near to set her free. "Back to her husband!" they cry, each however, sharpens his sword at night dreaming they were the one with her. One day, a great hero amongst them, conjurs and constructs a clever ruse to let the wanting deliver their desires. The fateful night arrives where "fortune" arrives as stealthy hoofprints. The riders carry out their pent up dreams, sacking, raping, pillaging, murdering till their hearts content. Our great hero turns his lust slaked heart to home, remembering the love of his youth, before the great war. Struggling through many a road, many a test, a tryst with a demi-god (life is good on the road), many a curvy suitor, he makes his way home. His long hearts desire cannot see him through the other men, and his own guise. A tongue is caught in its own webs afterall. "I so!" he endlessly repeats, storing the tears inside, he sharpens his will to gain the face of carefree youth, an identity made new, far removed from the endless faces of the road. He cleans his own house and destroys the porn of Troy, the stories of Helen in each magazine, and burns his favorite patriot stories of kings and captains he once wanted to be.
Many years later Fatimah and Mary would mindlessly wrestle over the mass produced dildo, stamped with "made in the temple of Judaism". Each a whore for a missing Daddy like Meriochane of ole. Their many sons, too numerous to count, filled the earth, bastard after bastard. Each a glistening dark drop of near soullessness, if not entirely soulless. Each filled with identities, slogans, advertisement jingles, songs of propped up fathers; all wanting and never filled. The bastards, all claiming true origin, true faith, and a pure mother, went everywhere singing of a fountain that none could show as real. Their zeal, errant on its face, corrupted their minds, their asses and their faces all become bank deposit slots. Each yearning for the dildo to give them a son. Paris, now was a city with tower whose husband was named Erica (she suffering objectum sexualis) was a shiny modern city. Its denizens had once sent a famous statue to a kindred nation, the nations shared revolting heritages. A magazine fragment,from a house previously owned by a famous hero, miraculously drifted and multiplied filling Paris with the need to ride sea horses. All night long. All day long. Their health suffered, they cried to heaven "Give us leavened bread! Afterall we are your sons!" and "Dildos for boys as well as girls!".
One day the faraway kindred nation way way west, had a lightning boy hero. He being the answer to all their prayers. He, like heroes of old, went to war with in the Spring. He called it "Arab Spring". It was followed by Libya, land of lotus eaters; Syria, land of flesh eaters; and Colchis, land of previous road warriors. The Arab Spring ended in abysmal failure, as all cupcake revolts do, advancing the faraway nation to its western telephone end. The play out parody of the King of South vs. the King of the North, slave vs. free, Helen vs. Penelope, Sarai vs. Sarah, Fatimah vs. Mary, was endless. The parody, and every playbill in between, was germinated from the fragment from that ole house of the hero. Like the previous upside down ages of "Back to her husband" and the one that followed it, heralding "take my daughter instead", this one parrots "Pussy Riot" freedom, while the chains clink everywhere, and the pussy fruit is murdered and burned for fuel in hospitals. The cul-de-sac of sacks has arrived, Lilly Leadbetter, will get PE'd. Just as Juicy J meant wet work in the context of $10.10, the single water of all as one is foolfilled as 180 endlessly. Blood red lower waters, Setian sharks. The Noetic fire is ever free and above all such things, no matter how it appears here below.
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The End.
posted by Eugene at 6:20 PM
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January 28, 2014
Fe Brew Aire by CoupBeBe (Click on each pic to enlarge)
Homer being the inky cover of Odysseus' initiatic "bau-king", the division of shell and winged, shows Exo as fight for Helen (god bless the dough-boys), and Iso as fight for Penelope (Eleeth D noted awhile back she is a much better mother). The horse of course still carries all who return with the sword of His mouth, the silent still obey silently.
posted by Eugene at 2:29 PM
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March 15, 2013
Ring Around the Bathtub, Don't Drop the Pope Soap
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| Tell-Tale of Franciscans |
The covenant made by the First Francis with the water long ago .. will be paid, in fool. The great ship of fools has now filled up, just like in the days of Noah, and will be scrub a dub dubbed by She who cannot be fooled. The great ship of fools was forged by Francis of Assisi, the 44th Doge of Venice, by the marriage of Venetian Merchant Banksters, the Papacy and the English Crown. London Crown Temple Corporation has even made French news recently as more and more people want to know about whats behind the curtain. The Emblem of the Ship of Fools is shown above. Francis' vision from a Seraphim, showing its origin to the Red Lion, and his earthly marks of Stigmata will lead mankind to its "hour" on the cross (see previous post). The Emblem clearly shows the Crowns of Rome and the Crowns of the usual suspects. I can hear the Mask of God whispering .. "the Green Lion will devour the Red Lion". The Cult of the Corybantes is the Red Lion right down to the new Pape Francis, even if he won't wear the red shoes.
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| Tell-Tale of the Republic of Venice, the Red Lion |
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| The Green Lion will devour the Red Lion |
The Sun sinking in the waters is the fiery wedding ring thrown into the waters by the Doge as He married the Sea.. Reading the official version of St. Francis; does not lead one to believe anything of the sort. However the heretic with an eye will note that his Grandfather was Domenico Morosini;, he being the 37th Doge. Note his emblem below...
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| The 37th Doge's Tell-Tale |
His Daddy was Pietro Bernardone dei Moriconi, a very wealthy cloth merchant,; whose business was very far and wide. The Cult of the Corybantes, with its many 'Troy' branches, is symbolized as the whore of Babylon and also as the purple clad Lydia of the Book of Acts. She being a seller of purple cloth ties nicely with Pietro and his beastly semenation ... then along in a manger came Francis....
She even staged the birth of her son in a stable built for the occasion on the ground floor of their home to honor the birth of Jesus. Later the stable will be known as “stalletta” or “Chapel of baby Saint Francis” and it is located in the main square of Assisi.
Holy Jesus is right!
Here is one official entry for the 44th Doge;, note "we don't know much about him", just like the other 44 and all the other "Guy Faux".
Here is another official entry for the 44th Doge Tell-tale-ing is it not? Read it before it changes.
Others have seen the blood red footprints across the corridor of time of the Cult of the Corybantes and have written extensively about them. One most fascinating find reads as follows...
The proposition to his fellow Venetian was simple--so long as Venice attempted to be neutral between the wars of Christians vs Christian and Christian vs Muslim, Venice would continue to face imminent danger. But if Venice supported the Urseoli (Pierleoni) descendents and their Roman Cult in holding power from Rome, its future could be assured, so long as the Roman Cult held control of the Catholic Church. Giovanni then proposed that the Doge and the Longhi grant permission to found a christian academy of priest-navigators both loyal to Venice and to Rome that the Roman Cult would then enforce as a religious edict for all Christian nations. Thus, the church would help enforce the monopoly of Venice in controlling of shipping and navigation, in exchange for the loyalty and profit share with Venice. While Doge Pietro Zani probably did not believe such an audacious plan was possible, he agreed to grant him the future site of St Mark's Basilica next to the Doge's Palace as well as the site of San Francesco della Vigna, near St Mark's Square as the first Franciscan Monastery and Finance/Navigators school.
Using his newly replenished family fortune (thanks in large part to the raid on Constantinople), construction began almost immediately on the immense Basilica as the future site for the remains of St Mark, stolen from Alexandria. Giovanni then left Venice to Spain and England to recruit the best navigators he could find for his new school and religious order in Venice. In 1215, Giovanni returned to Rome to attend the Fourth Lateran Council. In 1216 Innocent III died and was succeeded by his son Honorius III who took a keen interest in the plans of Giovanni. By no later than 1219, he assigned some of his top advisors as protectors and oversight on the progress of the Friars Minor.
Similarly, the Venetians continued their keen interest in the success of their joint-venture with the Roman Cult, the creation of the Holy See - a monopoly of trade across the known world, by controlling the very tools of trade, navigation knowledge, maps, charts as well as ships. The first partnership between the Venetian Friars Minor Order was with England, the Venetians and the Papacy which saw huge knowledge of all manner of technology such as ship building, metals, education and military skills to England thanks to "Francis of Assisi". Such was the success of the actions of Giovanni (Francis) that in 1249 he became the first Christian Doge of Venice (1249-1253). It is why later forgers of the Roman Cult saw it important to sever all possibility of "St Francis" the Moroconi/Morisini also being the Doge "Marino" (Mariner, or of the sea) Morosini in 1249-1253. In his first year in office, works on St Mark's Basilica was expanded and the very first Bucentaur (state galley) was constructed. Doge Giovanni then called upon Anti-Pope Innocent IV (1243-1254) to give him is papal ring--his symbol of authority.
Then in 1250 upon the Bucentaur, Doge Giovanni (St Francis) and Innocent IV went off into the sea near St Mark's Square's square and Doge St Francis threw the Papal Ring into the sea during a formal Roman Cult religious ceremony at which point St Francis was the first to ever usher "Desponsamus te, mare, in signum veri perpetuique domini" "We wed thee, sea, in the sign of the true and everlasting Lord" declared Venice and the (Holy) sea to be indissolubly one--thus the Holy See was first born as the first "fully christian" joint business venture between the Roman Cult, the Venetians and the Crown of England. With the aid of the Venetian trained Franciscans, Pope Innocent IV promoted new centers of learning in Rome attracting the very best and most talented such as Thomas Aquinas. It was under Thomas Aquinas that the Roman Cult developed its most potent weapons for fighting to dominate the world in the form of legal words, legal forgeries and the concepts of law and justice. The Venetians had the most sophisticated of all legal systems in its maritime edicts, passed down from Doge to Doge into a consolidated codex since the end of the 10th century. This was consolidated into Admiralty Law, the law of ownership and debt--the law of money, land, sea and property. Thus using the Venetian maritime laws as the skeleton, Aquinas weaved a new set of laws given to the Crown Corporation of England called the Admiralty laws which considered all non titled living men and women to be human (animals) represented by an upper case persona (fictional character) which deemed them the legal property of the crown to be treated in the same manner as "vessels".
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| William Blake on the Feast of the Assinzion |
William aptly putting on display the 'Feast of Ascension' as the tale of the table of Gehenna and who the meal is. The meal is our children, ourselves, in service to giving ourselves over to the idol. The doll-r in your pocket has been collaterized against your physical body. The law of vessel-dumb was, as has been iterated above, was the beast-child of St. Francis, Doge 44 (Mass of the Phoenix), and will be echoed in a finale by Pope Francis. Anywhere and everywhere that the mail box and the birth certificate has gone, and yes all governments pass these out like candy, the false fellas (Guy Faux) have been created via exchange of real being with paper being, real being with fictional identity, real being with corporation as personhood. It is all the idol's answer. Finis.
Post Script - 4/3 .. right on time ... NAVIGATORS to shepherd the vessel sheep!!! Afterall its just business and shoah business wants noting more than "healthy" sheep for sacrifice.
posted by Eugene at 6:39 PM
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March 9, 2013
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.
"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 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
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...
"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.
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.
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.
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.
posted by Eugene at 10:04 PM
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January 15, 2013
Metathesis of IHVH
The Badge of the House of Winsor
The Queen of the South Seas The First Son of the House
The King The Dog
The Juggler
The Pickpocket The Clowns
Heimloss
The Innocent
April 29th of last year was the 119th day of the year when She wedded the First Son of the House. The Feast of Epiphanies this year shined on Her birthday darkly displaying the adoration of Apophis. Apep did not destroy the earth on Her birthday as feared but it did shed two seeds. The two Supernals one hand clapped their response to the cosmic duat'd blessing with a show of their own. A show aptly named Kooza, with its seven lower Infernals and its closing act the wheel of death, is one off from His name, the imminent Great External King.
The Great External King, still in utero, lays his hand to the sword in the stone through the words of the all knowing forerunner. Only the King may wield the iron implement which has, is, and will smash the nations. All others who touch the sword are "imbeciles" and are to not touch the sword, not being of the blood, the lineage or the oaths that bind Him to it.
These imposter sovereigns are not worthy of iron swords, or life, or home, in any fashion. Their rights are in some "little book" of no consequence, their claims laid nullified by babble of the forerunner. Their own children will betray them and hand them over to the all knowing forerunner, who is only working out the machinations of the Great External King. These children have specially formed ears and minds that only hear and believe "slavery is freedom".
The stone that sheaths the sword before its emancipation is the peterfied mind of man. Only the Great Dragon of 88 stars holds the right to wield magnetic iron. Being the jealous god that He is, the Great Dragon through its forerunner mouths and utterances, will not stop until a new magnet arises and displaces Him, or until he has subjugated the wandering knights to His sword. The contest for who may hold the iron is not in the strength of the hands of men. The real contest as Pliny the Elder wrote of was the cutting of the mistletoe with the sickle shaped, Gold knife .. Iron was strictly forbidden. The panacea of all hangs in the balance. The golden dagger is inside and its purchase price is 30 pieces of silver. Hand yourself over.
posted by Eugene at 10:33 PM
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December 19, 2012
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.
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.
posted by Eugene at 11:10 AM
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