--put in Bruppbacher III in reverse
Attend Le Gog / et·tên lə·ḡō·wḡ / Qe·ḇer.
Tyndale had a double death. Whilome the Name. Anyone found in unlicensed possession of English Scripture was executed by strangulation, then burned at the stake. Prevent the King’s eyes to open. Escape, get out of the city, someplace where multitudes are not falling beside trucks, in roads, the privileged pacing by in trains and armored cars.
No need press against the window panes. Peasants let in for the master plan, peace and happiness for every man. Play your saxophone dear, your reflection in the glass is as much in other faces, hearts, carrying as much into the beyond, no point describing, as some hotel or warehouse station of mind turnings. gave no vision of the Ezekiel’s birds come to the table to stuff (39,17f).These fourteenth century conclusions are the norm. If you want to know the name of the writer, he actually carried John Gower's Voice of One Crying in his pocket We want to know the derailment of dark, instead of the points you entrain. The details of imbuement, crowds shuffling, warm smells and sounds.
Alone as the eye the ear that hears what none can say, no passenger or refugee before the fact, before if you like to put it that evacuees know what any of this means that hasn't happened yet. IGNORANCE WILL NOT PREVENT, says the pocket Gower, filled with apprehension I sing true dreams in dream disturb the depths. Whilome the Name I bear.
I woke up on the mid line between sea and land. There was a decompression of bends and chokes, plumbed with beached lungs, oxygen entering. The tongue spoke after awhile that it was a sea without end, but once before the water was not wet, no currents, no boats or flood to ratchet out the stones. Before water at all points, no seas, compares to some myth of an unconscious we don't name. So to have a thing but not know it, contract opaque a diamond frost of self formless shape, old trees, cracked skin, stout limb, a sapling circulating beneath. Does it come clearer if we regard the unimportant thing as a writing under writing where parchment in short supply, bleached out or not, is overwritten in a different text and ink? This new writing over top of ancient texts, only lists of things, entertainments, but when scraped off, removed, the old precepts resonant with the past retell the telling of a thing beneath, repeating it again, told and retold and retold in night. Everything built on top of everything else which transfers by your will to extend it. You're going to say you've been praying all these years for this, and we ourselves in a diaphanous corona contracted at the moment of greatest brightness, the moment of birth, further contracted, less understand the moment. Two voices translate an inner inarticulate which the mouthpiece transfigures to originary unspeakable words, a kind of thought that failing falls to words, as if the bears write bestiaries of themselves. Mind you, minus the one extant memory. To recognize the ineffable turn, declaring the name back and forth like a violin whirling forces, winter in jeopardy, snow, accidents of stone, lightning phrases of fire produce this desired finished contradiction, point not to the external shapes that language describes, but to a world without shape and time that lives in pure praise, sparing the bones of epigrams, that wash with aspirants ashore. I did my topographies along the tracks where oil wells stained the ground. I fastened torpedoes on the bridge above the Creek and dropped heavy stones from above to explode.
Fires raged up those hillsides of black paintings of tunnels and roads undermined with coal. Dug out like childhood near the mines, engine smoke unscrubbed, the white was black with soot where the freights went up two tracks. Freights carrying coal, the blessing that prevented development.
My confession unfolds like a tree in a rock. Jack in the Pulpit, valleys with springs, rhododendrons above slag. Iron rails, creosote ties, spikes, rail rock beds, hillsides, polluted creeks with bales of crushed metal cubes overturned, never taken out after wrecks, dirt floors of shed houses, firehouse hoses, axes, mats.
If you have a sense of humor you’ll appreciate that summers from 15 I worked in a foundry washing the letters off of tombstones, good for a soul driving in the night. At speed, not lost, destined with sons in little birth hats who would float to my arms on a flood, I took them up, two arms full! Milk vetch and hard fern and destinies of the road taken. I traded a teaching fellowship in Chile that would have seen the demise of Allende for an appointment in Fayetteville at the passing of Dr. King. Inexorably that led to the wide macadam of Texas. Those who know the future by staying in the lines don’walk the tracks at ten with a gun. Outside the camp on the rails of the Pennsylvania Railroad up from Scully's roundhouse, shooting out insulators, what's the kid doing?
Like swimming in fish tanks to survive a war, not waiting in Weimar for the wonders to survive. Bailed out over Paris, that upstart life can't hear the noise. Its own vapor trails, its rockets, deny the war. Run to the street and warn! Empty the mind so the jars don't explode! Launch commandos to herd the shadows grown. Nothing to say Captivity? Grown great upon your pillows? Next person up to have memory wipe gets rejuvenalized.
Dreams working late at night raise eagles and wear a heavy shirt. The claws you know. A large eagle lands on the shoulder of the life. A smaller female lands in its lap. A profusion of eagles finds the carcass gathering. A baby eagle snuggles into its fur, the mother preening, while the father passes laws and looks out, as if each were to bring the text written in burning acts of precognition, warned before the fact. There a large white dog, or a coyote, and a dumpster round the corner show themselves. The dreams can't see, but know, and if those, de nada, then St. John in his portals, holds the Blue prints of Dream. Kyrie Eleison, a cappella under the casement. Kyrie eleison comes to call. All sinners light in the dark Last Words shining. Babylon is gone, so surely comes the surrogate to live.
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On the coast, a storm walking in September among comets out where the sun is having a beautiful day. So his advice was to go captive. Say it for him, Jeremiah his St. John, Overstate the gofernment pages. Torn philosophy burns in the grate. Speak intellect where inmates incarcerate their collective tiers with shanks and tools of kindness. Insert the ipad and iphone quick and a desktop to flick the power plugs and GPS a-wandering. No common breakfasts. Dress without bodies. Cruets, crocks and casserole in these collective cups. If you’re looking for the army of Gog that thought to have subdued through Syria, Babylon and Egypt to Arabia Felix don’t look at the Mediterranean west or sulphurous Dead Sodom, Chinnereth or Genesareth, Tiberias or Galilee, pass through Canaan and seek in the valley of the passengers east of the sea. Also try that great road at the foot of Mount Carmel through Philistia into Phoenicia. Take the cities one by one for the nations have already fallen, Seattle, Minneapolis, Austin, Atlanta, New Orleans, Chicago, LA. It shall stop the noses of the passengers. The passengers shall stop their noses, because a) the ill smell of the carcasses or b) their mouths, the mouths of blasphemers shall observe this monument of power. Rendered, "it shall stop the passengers from passing because of the multitude of carcasses that shall fall there" is good reason of their being buried out of the way, near Targum, that is, near to two mountains, as if this described the valley. They hold their noses but help with the bodies. It takes seven months. After that there the memorial of bones begins in those valleys of pleasure that end in the many ways a doll can dress up and pollinate her finger rings, all buzzing. Bands that common wander there, beasts change shape. The cow was a bear, the cow was a lion, the cow was anything but itself, but this was nothing compared with the hog hordes that styed the soil like they were wolves. RPGs came out of their mouths. Hot foam shot from their nostrils to put out the fires. Fire pigs looked like tigers, but at night had pillows for their heads, which is a comfort of which you should be warned. What about the thousands of dogs, the one eyed three legged myths of Cadmus and Actaeon and Geryon, the Cephalus dog biting, the foxes who broke the banks and raided S& L safe boxes, who ate the chicken customers? Dreams have significance, rebellious ass-long years turn up their horns in the middle of foreheads and blow, which makes them want to lead asses in revolt, compared with cows, feedlots with bear feet and dragon tails, breath so sulphurous it sets fire to the roofs of those towns. We do well to wonder why the cats of Akron infest the barn. Cocks changed with sheep into blue, gold, scarlet incandescence in the yard with the sun. The rooster falcon took wing. Some turned black you recall, hundreds, thousands copulated in air and on ground, owls with iron feathers, scorpions, caterpillars, ants turned into peacocks. It was beautiful if you like the sort. These images were projected when all the authorities of the world escaped, which film is now showing. It's never about escaping, different from what we fled. One society exchanged privileges with another for controls. Always the same for those on top. Salvation comes in miniature one ounce packs. Freedom comes in smaller dreams that belong to someone else you think, except it is you. Elijah said to be unconscious, wake, and blew everything up. Jars of pickles exploded while he mulled why one kernel went off and when. What was his gift spreading over London, no news to Washington, body parts more seriously spread along its Thames. Gogernment cordoned it off, hey, hey, rebred it, fed it superpods of digest men with fluorescent mucous from past war. From all the wars against the natural, the self, no other, nothing gorgonment but wars, the war to end all Gog. Elijah, the man with four last names, had a desk in no building, no desk unless the books count with the plants, rue where he grew monarchs from chrysalis, checked the progress of the rot sycamore where carpenters grew, big black buzzers to inhabit the cracks and fly the hollowed stump, air traffic over burrows tortoise dug among the Gambel quail, the edda of gogernment opposed forces. It shall stop the noses of the passengers. The passengers shall stop their noses, because a) the ill smell of the carcasses or b) their mouths, the mouths of blasphemers shall observe this monument of power. Rendered, "it shall stop the passengers from passing because of the multitude of carcasses that shall fall there" is good reason of their being buried out of the way, near Targum, that is, near to two mountains, as if this described the valley. They bury Gog, and all his army, such as fowls and beasts divulge, but left not the bones of the army only, but also, the Sultan Seignior of the Turks, whom Antiochus must be exhumed to join.
Whahyah va Youm hahu hahu eTTEM le GOG quahom quahom
It takes a long time living among Plantagenets to take them seriously. Their thoughts are like Cyclops hidden in a cliff. I did my topographies there among the visible, invisible tutelary beings that interepose a man between the intercourse gods long extinct. How do you think these rocks got here anyway? These are all windows into artificial intelligence that seeks to replace natural ancient with spiritual beings invoked by corps og Gog and gogernment. It took 300 years to do the visible empiric into nothing but words as rods and cones, mind disassociates unremembered, unbelieved in ear. Couplets drilled flat. Doilies programmed in applauding episodes. At the last these paintings on adobe walls were transferred to canvas. Presumption transferred giant forms to the thought of the age. What’s it look like if you’re a rock giant? An outpost. A fat monk. I don’t want to tell you what this guy is doing to rule. If you learned to read like this, like people in a car right here, a big one and a little buddy born, like this one, can you see his face? Ficino burned the commentary on Lucretius into ashes just because it depopulated the universe. Jehoiakim, king of Judah burned every page of the prophecy of Jeremiah that he should willingly go captive of Nebuchadnezzar into Babylon. Government theologues brought these invisibles into politics, put toddlers among the rocks to disguise them. How do you think they will feel when Bercilak takes up again his severed head? Extinction of the invisible. Now we see. See that arm behind, sticking out? His buddy keeps birds near the coast. You would not believe that in the eye of a giant the whole purpose is manifest. But these are our circumstances. The Hunchback sat in his chair, knee to the left, shoulders right. Let’s count. That’s the face, nose, cheek, a brow over the eyes, arm hangs down. I began to see beings in the wood grain of doors in doctor's offices, anywhere the grain was preserved, cuts joined side by side like the heads of faeries. Three in one, joined at the shoulder, gathered praying, looking down, the premise of the ineffable gone flesh. Heads, shoulders, one, two, three wearing long coats. I guess the other is a girl. The guy’s got his arm around her. I began to paint them to illustrate. Don’t have a name for her yet. The world must simply be done. This is going too far maybe into nature. Other worlds analogize, badgers and dwarves, tortoise and yarrow. Amateurs thrown into wars of angels. Waking trees and visible naiads, fauns and satyrs, dwarfs and giant gods, centaurs. The charm is that life goes on. Abyss against the saints, blood moons and their coming King. Elbows, arm behind the back, and down, another behind. Three corner colonial hats on top of rocks triangulating. The herringbone, a whole crowd of airy creatures between earth and moon, finally comprehended with reason, “being in proportion superior to the world was how they ordered the extinction. Somebody left them. A baby bending over, buttocks sticking out. There’s his arm going down the thigh. He’s reaching over...and they say people that play with clouds are weird. w'häyäh vaYôm hahû eTën l'gôg m'qôm-shäm qever These are our circumstances. I was canoeing down the phase-locked ELF signals, the upper reaches of water cold as ice. Entrainment of bordering factories rose from white foam, made effluent from the factory scum steam. Factory after factory of storm drains elaborate branches. I walked miles up the concrete tubes, which got smaller until some sphincter tinkled at the foot. Frozen creeks in winter flooded into skating rinks. The flood felled tree trunks, overran scrape train wreck cars and cubes of metal. I walked the tracks with a .22 to shoot insulators out on the power lines. Like some grandfather against illumination in the Esquilache Mutiny in Madrid in 1766, 4400 oil burning streetlamps twelve feet high of iron and glass, smashed in protest against illumination. Spy cameras, geo phones, grid illumined life surveillance lamps. Cameras, microphones shoot out. Resistance to the collective where ever you disconnect the Schumann Resonance, stronger than the Schumann Resonance, In docudramas the trouble comes from men, women, groups, rivals of the Freedom that makes known these harbored thoughts: "this man and woman were the most profoundly beautiful human." If you live well toward knowing, laugh rivers with people who don't want electricity, have doubts against the Unknown remains of Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and the Great Basin that will not wash away, Ohio long since gone, seeds gone, sown, fallen in harvest, raised against wilderness, then physical hardened topographies reinhabit internal species. Scab-shriveled mold and armyworm during day, winter pupa in soil, civilized boots back the Good up to an edge down the hill. The road winds and then the truck, backed up and in, bodies in mind piling up fox, bear, seal, hawk, coyote, horse, start to come apart from the unmaking glued back skins, beaded ridges marred as if none, nameless, to look at the faces below, diminish plateau, mountain and cave, a topography one can see. The face, the nose, the cheek, the brow that shades the eyes, one knee stuck out, arm down among hunchbacks, joined at the shoulder. One's a girl. The guy’s got an arm around her, looking down, praying something. Shoulders, heads, one, two, three long coats, hats on top, left on the rocks. Herringbone moving. Somebody hasn’t been born. People that play with clouds. An eye hidden in a cliff, toddlers in the rocks. The other arm sticking out, you know what that is? A bird on a roost or a fat monk. Don’t have names for them all, the samurai behind the back, an elbow down sits in a chair, knee to the left, shoulders right, entities of Collective Mind. All is One Forbidden, and after enlightenment don't worry, opinion like weather forecasts, Ophelia silent in the roar. That's the adagio. w'häyäh vaYôm hahû eTën l'gôg m'qôm-shäm qever Tolkien says it is spiritual evil because so massive on streets, in cars. Unmasking the cell, Galeano said in 1970 what was known in every barrio and ghetto centuries before, but only then came the bubble, a strengthened electro-magnetic hold on media phones and the mind. Right off Tolkien says "I am aware it is a rash adventure." It was rash to him because a diversion from his protection, a spice, some adrenalin. It's different when it's life or death. "Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary and dangers for the overbold." He did not say, "spiritual evil is an overriding pervasive force that infiltrates every custom and social purpose." He writes of a thing invented to hide, its mask, "beauty that is an enchantment," which chaps in the cheap seats of the perilous and shadowy marches vote (9). You might say Dante is Fairy if you want a good argument. But open your eyes, the prophet is a fool and the spiritual man is mad. Unmask, unmask, the despoliation is not complete. Not the Blue Fairy Book or Sir Gawain's primary and secondary belief, They are not coming to pick you up for some FEMA camp of mind and heart. Mark your curbs to save time. These days it is a French camp fantasy that thousands of workshop writers find by inventing from their front brains any situation it used to be impossible to encounter. 4chan! The news is their worst nightmare. These weapons will serve as fuel for seven years and it will take full seven months to bury them. Lift continents angelic gravities Birds and beasts are to enjoy a feast, Come all to this great supper, press wine, And heavenly birds you also come to dine devouring the flesh of the mighty and great, Princes and Kings The lambs must wait now man is the dish and drink the blood of the princes at Gog. When anyone sees a bone, they should set up a sign, otherwise those buried are but a passing cloud, clouds without water, carried by winds. Join Atlas in the marriage state, the Governor with stones around his thick unstaunched where all of Saturn sat plucked up by roots, come down upon the heads of Cherubim in parks by molten pools.
shrines of shields of brass three years piled by apes Houses in pomegranates prophesied with guitars Trombones the last words of Iron drawn by seers, six toed dissected oracles shout in the tops of trees to greet. chaste scorpions, cedar and sycamore Organic golden idol priests.
The faces of lion men devouring stripped heads of strangers, mighty famous men, set up in rooms among plants by the lake of lions. Now suppose we live our lives in boxcars, say the heads of barley giants with six toes. Inevitable as dreams of underground cities spun by viscose mirrors in bars to shield the surface, that tarnish when the inn keep wipes it clean. fire managing fantasies, history. --What do you want from me? --She lay on a bed of meteorological circuits, sluicing an aural pancake dish. Sacred chowders broadcast to world packs without visible effect. Franz Freud's Psychiatric conquest. Hegel complication experiments in a Skinner Box. Altered gunmen cut holes in dog cheeks to thin the volk. Illuminized Trojans light up the dark, giving and withholding stimuli of the swamp.
If your mind was being controlled how would you know If your mind was being controlled how would you know If your mind was being controlled how really would it show If your mind was being controlled how would you know Dick acid bull surface pointing planetary orbits to spark contrasts with citizen space reprograms. Steeples, space lab prophetic masters, reassembly rejuvied, a prairie struggle on 8 levels of psy-con accelerators. Peace. Entice cheering protozoa with high tide whistle whales. He was changing too fast. Fake defectors, shadow gofernment, cabal-cabal wiretapped beliefs. Turn on the spigot, brainwash clean. Hirsh, Pinchot, O' Donnell, Crump, World Gov, Mohrenschildt enlightened. Patricians, groups of psychedelic women, bulldozers, screams along the canal. Turn on the Senate. Ambushed by its own security of illusion, no one talked. They couldn't control him. |
Every day in the subterranean deny it from above. Walls broken, boundaries stones gone to make sculpture heads. "Fantasy, of course, arresting (Tree and Leaf, 47-8). Put your hands on the car and spread your legs. But who needs fantasy when we have micro view? V? Strangeness, can you ever remember the DNA factories unveiled, where they call into being "desired dragons…but not intruding into my relatively safe world, in which it was, for instance, possible to read stories in peace of mind, free from fear." Absolutely one of them is gone. w'häyäh vaYôm hahû eTën l'gôg m'qôm-shäm qever
Along the road the valley east is sung by merchants of the Dead a place where imaginary saline echoes play on words and passengers out for a walk are buried in their graves, "passengers" to bury them. Ezekel merkabh Ezekiel 39:11-15.
wə·hā·yāh
ha·hū
ḇay·yō·wm
And on that day
. Attend Le Gog
et·tên lə·ḡō·wḡ
Qe·ḇer
Dr. del Sur left his practice in the Barrow straits of Alaska after taking a sabbatical in Jerusalem to explore the chattels of binding, a branch in experimental dentistry which reference the Maquilas teeth round necks worn in invisible servitude. In his increasing role as an international trouble shooter he was involved thereafter with various dentitions of radioactive speech, but has not left dentistry behind even if his present post in Antarctica, in a location undisclosed, near the trans Antarctic mountains that divide east and west, in the vicinity of the Leveett Glacier of the Queen Mauds planned route for overland supply joining McMurdo and Amundsen-Scott Stations. Such research is conducted far from observed eye where removals in the dental cosmos of the invisible chattels as agencies of liberation are well represented in the innocent teeth-mountains among certain culpable agencies not to be named.
Jerusalem Democrats
Fish
Squid below, jealous angels above, the birds from Dilmun and Bahrain found their counterpart in the spinners off Lake Vostok they populate. Squid hats, you will remember in Dr Padaka's warning, slid across the ice one night to nail a colleague.
The hypostases of these learned and secret tentacles date back to the apkallu antediluvians inscribed on stones. They were not pretty. To cover up they wore pant suits, four of them sewn together, and even if half- headless they were also sublime. The fungoid belly sprouted telepathic muttering to numb awareness and anesthetize fear.
Under the ice, terrestrial or aqueous, they laid jelly eggs and grew scaly fingers of hard nailed red horn.
If you can get your hat around that these cone heads ran a car with a hundred cylinders across a Henry Ford sky. Eek the logic of feeling not seen. Fifteen foot spheres like balloons guided their evolution. The fish-men appeared in space-time propaganda too. The murals of their exile from a homeland never seen were covered with vast membranous wings with the star heads pointed down. Would you weep for it, native if you not one, alien if you are.
They ran tests of the eye to unfocus. Then the form is seen, but not by looking at its parts. Like skeins of an onion happening simultaneously, two and more species of long and short waves surrounded the thing with invisible beams. Exposed archways were ten feet to the first step high on the upper stories. Tetrahedral or pentagonal cretaceous cycads and angiosperms, who really cares? Every doctrine is a parody of revelation offered by these gurus to show who they are. There the disturbing elite disclose themselves in one day mating leviathan and behemoth.
Heavy cloud forecasts had not appeared by six. They were sprayed before dawn, streaked the sky. Poonoo wingkewang sprayers sprayed it down. Flibeedoo-flobeedee-buskeebang controlled it. The forecast used all its wits to make that market counterfeit a round the globe.
This is the dog
that worried the cat
that killed the rat
that ate the fat
that lay in the dust of Jack.
Sabbatical Diary
A long time before, when time was putty and gas was turned to light, the first condition of every foot was to stomp on Pop. Instances of this slogan began to allow words like, Eat Pop. then "Eat People!" which would appear between the lines of fairytales. The Gigantes in various forms revised each fairytale together with the dwarfs who believed in the veracity of events revealed. As the characters multiplied, dwarfs and giants became too numerous to name. They might as well have been elephants to the blind children who read them. Of course they weren’t children, but adults fully conditioned to feel the elephant, or accept the latest band of wave of the planet noise. We should call them Los Levantados, the lifted up. They wore Maquilas teeth invisibly around their necks. Bayer, BMW, Dawwoo, Motorola, Xerox, Kodak, Lilly, iffy, Sanyo, Sony, you know the kind, extracts of the mastic universe that masticate the mind. You might compare maquilas grinding to the eallus of jealous angels who complain with ingenious discord to those watching the enslaved thoughts in the present that the man stole their place in the world.
Pop eats pop, ayin and its teeth a physical note to the spiritual. Sue Monsanto, who wrote The Comic Adventures of Mother Hub and GoldyPop, delivers these contents to the consumed. The consumed consuming was another Pop, Guapa Pop, which in Brusselese means devious and clever-named. Another, The Octopus Eats Its Leg, tells the tale of a million-year-old squid preserved below the south pole that once ruled Earth the way birds had. It’s obvious who these represent. The reptifilians. A more specialized study of the spinal adjustments of birds and their remedial wing sockets proves this inner dislocation fused of separate identities. These should be taken spiritually. The tail of sparrow preserved in amber no larger than a small juvenile Coelurosauria with a large group extending from Tyrannosauruses to modern birds, all were entered in the diary.
2. This part put to start at [[[empty 2D]]]Now sir that you are fully conscious you may set up your sail and row. The belt of sunlight between bands of light, where lean answers to prayers were ordered before were prayed, take. Time travelers can't remember much. Or shut your window and into your chamber be gone. They wake the interstices we pretend, wash down labyrinths and fill the eyes, then open to an old river bed. Forced to change, like waters, not kept in their banks like the Seine or the Euphrates that hardly break the substrate, a time wanderer travels the flood back from deep. Are you intimate with Monongahela? The world below Susquehanna! A reiver here, a bend there, not the Colorado down to its salt sea. Who belongs to the Thames? Oh Claudius Drusus Germanicus! At the same time they loose their space satellites for war, you will wake your conscious answers to prayer ordered before you pray.
Wash down the Labyths, wash the eyes, you are talking to a potter who threw a million bowls, who had blazes of hare’s fur, tortoise shell and partridge, to make a bowl with a notched rim. Time travelers go right through the walls.. We recommend you keep a watch tuned to home so as the flude comes fleetinge fast in you you can come back from the sleep streets. One hardly knows as the skies unlock how to call such a Malmsine good, and all the more if itself had no source of light, if curtains were not exterior. Streets, cities, houses fell to underground in our Englysshe tonge like the beauty of extinct volcanoes. All took seconds, didderum dum.
This is no history of these events or their likeness before judgment, since all the sources of information are corrupt. all sorts of moral ethical and cactus issues arise from the back. In the age of Noah and genetic mutation, when Noah goes into the ark and all sorts of peoples who surround it beg for deliverance we see them already changing into the bestial likeness of four footed beasts and creeping things they have had woven in their DMA. A wave of crazed half animals, like centaurs, charged the life raft with barks and howls. It sounds like a slander of the living kingdom of animals, the true animals and true men and women however are already aboard. For remember the purpose of this salvation is deliverance of life itself.
We all wish the flesh to rejoice, to remake harte and tonge continually to a time not lost. Paragraphs of this text are therefore set apart to show the disjunct from the estranged. Come thou into the shippe. First I saw him saw going by the coast on a fine day, who heard assertion from the obvious, love kissing with all your heart, breakfasts and dressing, being without body. It's about escaping that we may go out and come in, never arriving at any state different from that one. Cruets, crocks, casseroles of war are the first condition for clandestines to flee, not wait for the cupboard jars to explode. It overwhelms a century, both saddle horse and mare, these fantasies. These various physiognomies crowd. This future, this Boulevard of the interior, an overnight creation of a world that does and does not exist, whose mundane causes thou canst all ymagyn. There shall be upon every high mountain and upon every high hill rivers and streams.
As I went over the water the water went over me. The bottom of the inside was inscribed. Writing figures ascended in different stages. Countless people flew up in a sphere descending in a blue sky. The lunar colored Brueghel, white with tones of gold, white as milk that isn't milk since it is a day moon, impossibly nearing, bright as the sun, the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun, as though some revelation is at hand.
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea.
All of our time in the flesh is spiritual. Shadows...much in mind, images, in the retina, in the brain, made with hands, seen in space, imagined at night, every catalogue, photograph, gallery even so that we construe, the thing physical changing with light, but to know it must know the spirit. Amen. I got to the 26th level underground before they turned off the elevators. Inspiration is consubstantial. The phrase, “the moon and the stars,” considering the plight of a hollow moon, is to be trusted from its consubstantial appearance there. The Word is transsubstantial with itself. Beresheth!]]]]
Who wants the ark, who wants the ark? Uncle Sam had his hand in the weir. A thing not known for a thing to pursue. Like the half man half angel commanded to be destroyed over and over, not in genocide but deicide, in which some seem always to behave one way or another to survive. Their fins and gills saved them as they took to the waves. It is always between the true men and true animals and the false Men who grow horns, and tusks and snouts, and bawl in the dust when they lose their legs. They grow hair, scales, every variety of the denatured who know they have been CRISPRd with fins. Branches, leaves roots instead of words, they lost their speech with bawl and caw and whistle. Arms turned to wings but could not fly. nose hook beaks, fingers razor sharp, their minds no longer human. They were never human, Elon Musk neurolinks from AI, going the opposite way. From the bestial to the inanimate prisons of virtuality never escape, don’t even die except they will be freed at the end of the world and all its woes when everything is undone. All this is in Bosch and Breug..
Half man, half fish, fell on its face, head and palms broke, only the body remained. Humpty Dumpty glue sac back, come together! You are all going to be shot. What’s more natural? A thriller of the lower worlds.
Can you say, Todaelde! Grief counselors are available with burgers and toys. Firings, destructions, closings, uprootings of coal and steel, fun guys out of Gogol throw bottles at tombs. Will the legacy networks overcome the news where the secret science astronomers meet? Who would have thought secrets so important? Sacrifice precedes events. Heavy metal personal. Just business phones by antichrist, installed by AT&T. Standard oil gave the free gas and labor camps for mines. Ford gave engines for the trucks. It sounds like the Maya, the Inca, Europe, Poland. Gold teeth were melted into bars and stamped for the English treasury. These are sources for the new disclosures in Antarctica. Leeds Northrop, Skunk Works are hiring by the way. American railways ride to the coalfields of Oświęcim. Transplant the toxic Bush, visions of alkaloids, cardenolides, common flowers and worse, the compliant ombies of scopolamine. They did not celebrate holy days. And before that you may say they did not remember the first principle of the age, that being, Wahoo Smile and get down.
If I were to call the cause of gold tumors,
as Rabbins did, stepping in a hole,
the buriers who turn face away from words
would not likely know.
A Preface. We wake on this side of the bridge a priori and are told to walk. The Bridge connects what was with what will be. The world makes all its doctrines up. Most of us wake in families bound to the land and to each other in a web, are born, live and die according to doctrines to keep us in line. You got what you get because you deserve it --even if you don’t know how and you’ll keep on getting it, so stay in line. Marcho. That holds most of the people of the earth in line so they don’t kick, but there are two p’s in people.
Even with a good birth they stay in line and bury themselves in themselves not finding out an alternative of being. Reincarnation is the greatest prison of all. Walk the bridge, turn around and walk the bridge, turn around and walk the bridge, but if the bridge had some other purpose, to see through its veil, all the floating clouds of existence, the inventions of karma, the houses and the fairs, the burlesques and the carnivals, the corporations and cell phones, the worship of gods, the slaughter of others and use for exploitation? What if the purpose of life, the purpose of the bridge is take it over, to defeat the gods? What if the gods are a tyranny, and their government is a tyranny to milk us like cows and then slaughter us for our adrenal glands after being stimulated with enough fear to spike the juice? What if the gods were in league with the governments? What if they made the governments, kept them as their favorite pets before they ate them too?
How many gods there are and what are their names is what the gods what you to know, to spend your whole life studying them and their philo-soophies. What if kings and princes, senators and presidents were special candy bits cuddled and tended as their delights before the bite? What if the gods were real and these forces they generate control the world as far as it goes? And what if the favored of the nations were taught that if they had talents and worked hard they too could be favored, as long as they went along with the program of milking all the others under them and having a bite to eat themselves? All they had to do was pretend to be beautiful, confident, powerful and they could fool the masses into their stalls at night to be milked. And they would even get to taste the fruit, the bitter fruit of what they do to them really.
And what if this had been going on for thousands of years but that there was after all another force besides this evil which was so different from it that only the evil could not understand and fear the Good. The herds below thought the evil was the good, but the evil knew that the Good was good. What goodness is then would be paramount, but could not be known from by evil which would be constantly mistaking it for themselves. What if the Good was patient? What if the Good saw the end from the beginning? For there must be an end of the world since it is lie. What if the Good saw that the principle of evil was not its puppet but a lower autonomous force, but still far above the governments, the gods and their herds? So what if the Good decided to enter the very world of evil and subvert it, overthrow it, destroy it? How would the evil like that? So that’s where we are on this side of the bridge. We wake up in the midst of a struggle older than ourselves being controlled by evil in an evil world that calls itself good. This is the first day of the rest of your life.
Since the world might not like its own overthrow what if the world said all these controls are for your good and without them you would fall into chaos. Our government is the producer of your advancement in the world and prosperity! Of course the world would lie. It is built on lie upon lie. It’s a little CNN. All the world good is evil and now comes its overthrow. Hallelujah that you were born for such a time as this.
Happily enough this seems as good a time as any to admit to the discourse on invisibility had yesterday with one who argued that if invisible he would just feel around until he found it out. Well put, master, if your one sense is all you lose to blindness and not them all, for then would they all desert you and disappear. Some say the orc was once an elf that was tortured into existence and mortality. But none is mortal as a man, he is the only mortal.
Hey can I make you believe that every thing you believe is false and that there is a layer of reality you don’t believe that is true?
I am still waiting to see if the music coherent to the ear can ever be heard in another dimension. I have two cases still negotiated from the first of the year, happily under different names than my own. The editors there have put some effort into the dialogue, but not as yet with any result, so I am reluctant to start another, not that I'm inured to the revision of Going Out. All this writing is in free fall and automatically under revision and doubted as a partial expression. I don’t like the beginning, but context makes it whole if Bruk=er going out is a prequel it predates, now included here. It would help Going Out to know what comes after, so it might end up as flashback. This juggling the narrative is the same as saying we don't know our youth until our age. And they are all versions. Even if we think we do. To this end the glossary helps The Bridge.
In short the bridge is the astral projection of evil upon the worlds, the physical worlds below. The gods, the governments, rulers the elite all serve the evil above them. This bridge, over the river of humanity below, rules them. To walk the bridge on its terms is a defeat either physically with shamic doses of drugs that make them confident when they should be afraid, or astrally in the mind. But there is another way to walk it that evil cannot comprehend, in Yeshua in the flesh, soberly by donkey that is, in and around the thought forms like Christian on pilgrimage through the world-
I’m an actor performing on a stage I can’t see to a script I don’t know. After life in life.
Conclude the hardest thing to accept is terrestrial life, tha he has a body and that it matters a whit apart from the thoughts he thinks while in it. Like it should be a pleasure center, ok. That it can perform work, ok. That it a way he can touch other bodies, ok. Center of emotion, feeling. That it is a locus for gratification of fame or success or an end in itself. Excep in general like war there is are no historical effects or events but it is all looked at both before the effect and after the event and the only matter was the choice first to deny the world and second to comfort the prisoners. And the effort to sustain life to work to find its purpose –provide an identity of children
Coming in from the spontaneity cha ching, cha ching, cha ching, three steps removed from what was unspeakable, here becomes the proposition that they maintain statues in that place of all the cites and hence the nations, which they stick with various afflictions, pins and needles is too simple a ruse, but somehow infect the streets and the citizens with their maladies so that London is not London all by itself but withal the tampering and predictment of the kings and powers of that place. Whether any of this is true cannot be said for it is triple translated, but that’s what it is in our world to us, in the three envelopes, understanding that the envelope is one and two and three are quantums accelerated from each other and the depth of the third is beyond leaped by the fourth, which is unspeakablely spontaneous and self evident there but non existent here, except as a passing memory and fancy. Which is really the way a quantum works, turn over, turn over, turn over, spit out—bingo so the 4th dimen is the quantum reading this thought stream at odd moments of fatigue and coming in and out of sleep. The terms energy, mass, information, spacetime, field, time, charge, plasma, wave, and others are NOT and do NOT qualify as physical objects in math, but entanglement: How does one discrete particle over here affect another discrete particle over there?
To abstract the simultaneous into a rational rotund is the illusion but on the bridge where the thoughts fly with momentary precision and immediate perception of a constant dream, apprehended with a butterfly net and taking the leavings of the net back to your space to paste them in a notebook and spread their wings with pins, the herbarium aviary, the ossuary, is the illusion. They fly they fly and who ever dares will meet them in the bye and bye.
The conflict is symbolic both in name and deed of the greater struggle against the forces that compel the human prison, the theological implant of metempsychosis in the Greek mind that strains credulity with the idea of one virtuous life let along three, let alone the entity of the soul visiting over and over again this life as a prison, recycled from the chains of the moon as some other Egyptian beliefs proffer throughout the theosophical industry where the child is father of the man in this savagery of the two year old working out its socialization with fear and trembling.
There was not one biblical figure that led a virtuous life, unless it’s Daniel, and therein the one truly virtuous was sacrificed and tortured, not by the mandarins on some distant planet so the rest of humanity could have peace, but here on earth, so they could know the truth of their being complete and incomplete in this intermittent world.
The struggle for virtue, to govern his intolerable acts has no end, and to know this is not to attain virtue but to wrestle with every incarnate absurd thought and act, which is honest anyway, to give lie to the pretense of goodness broadcast from its corrupt public leadership of every kind. This denial is so pervasive that to say so is to endanger the self, for the beautiful and the true have betrayed every principle they outwardly profess and that virtue is a lie. What thinking man is not vexed with these possessions? What is there to do but admit his fragility with Aeschylus and Shakespeare?. Against this backdrop the creations of a man are still extraordinary and full of acclaim and astonishment, but just when they reach their apex his failure of virtue overwhelms the whole.
We all should hope to lead a pitiless life, blade sunk to the hilt in the hardest stone. How did it even get in there our adversaries will say, and well finally that so and so is gone, good riddance. So he can laugh at them from the grave, if it holds him, and know he gave it absolute absolved, and though they grave his name on a stone cannot forget him. But he forgets them, goes on.
Operation Database si the parameters of search altered, reversed, then the results, doctored, prove just the opposite of what they are and the researchers none the wiser turn their research into propaganda. But examples are forgotten. Why this is done, who does it to control the outcomes. This could apply to any universe of data. The thesis selects the data according to the parameters chosen. If the parameters are reprogrammed than the universe of data will give false conclusions but it would not be known. This could apply in pooling or any medical examination. Data naif. So in all the metadata stored in all the cell bases, proof becomes the opposite of the real by alternation of the premise. The more this is talked about, the faux, the moe, the farther away it becomes.
It must be an axiom, that the more folk externalize their short term memory into their hand helds the more they lose themselves and their choice individuation. The corollarial is that the more this happens the more they dogmatically question anything outside their range that grows less and less as they externalize their autonomy. The effects mimic early onset Alzheimer’s. Digital Alzheimer’s. Loss of the ability to schedule short term memory in the brain but relegated to an out source in device, the same with special recognition and mapping, instead of knowing the route and visualizing it on a mental map the route is outsourced and no memory of it occurs, unless it is the rote cognition of the way to work, but any new destination outsourced to the device GPS, which once resided in the memory was reasoned out. More prevalent in the gaslighted abused.
3.. Who owns heaven and descends? Wello thay, the rebels all talk. Oker, poker dominoker, A dove, by my lute, will send. New moon and full tides and a people of the sun will search for them in brush and shrub. What they consider heaven goes out talking of Antwerp and Brussels and how far they fall, where ever there were three footed and creeping chimeras that angels overthrow, devolving this world in a flude.
As the moon in every child's dream, unremembered, descending into their life perfect light of love and blue sky, impossible to see with such a moon perhaps, but the sun is not the Father or the Son and He who made creation. So fall the days of judgment upon the week and the months of the year gods and even upon time's legacy out of Eden in the lovely with angels defending dear Plotinus, Evening and Morning make the Day. Day at dusk and dawn mid-day. Inter, mitzy, titzy, tool, Ira dira, dominu.
I cross out this by my saint Johan!
take cap in my hand and I am gone.
3.
Himmelskuchlichen, flieg aus! Freedom comes to someone else. Little head and no eyes. blew everything up in Jars. Pickles exploded over London. Why one kernel went off or not, what this gift was to Washington, body parts spread seriously along the Thames, gofernment Standestaat cordons it off. Gogernment opposes. Hark ye not how boldly the knave calls? Superpods digest fluorescence from past sacrifice. London bridge again. All wars against the natural, self and other, something Gorgonment, the war to end them all. Elijah with four letters, aleph, lamed...Eliyahu had no desk except the count books with their spanking covers, books and plants where grew monarchs from chrysalis, seesaw sacradown, the progress of rotting sycamore for carpenter bees. Black buzzers inhabit the cracks and fly the hollows. He came into populations of tortoise and Gambel quail. Refuge, salvation miniatures, the fall that has not yet launched commandos?
The discontinuit wears not one self in common. <A breach swelling out in an instant, a high wall breaking sudden> In words that would exist, the same place that does not yet exist rises to the ankles, to the loins. Trees on both sides are rising. From the east to the desert comes a water according to the fruit months,
today is for apple I cut iup for food,
B is for the baby bird I play with after school,
one for food, one for medicine. Because the water from the house is the name of the city Hierosolyma, since Jahu is there to complete the light of the sevenfold. The west wall, this apocryphy before Darius or Nebuchadnezzar marched, or Alexander captured the breastworks of Tyre that filled in time and made a peninsula, embroidered in all our limbs.
Pig-hog captive up to the lips. A herd greater than we can imagine. Ranunculus in the not private to one self. not private to one self. There captivity was rasping.
Jerusalem Discontinuit Put into Jerusalem ms. 10/23/16 at end
The Ice Cave at Belgrano II Base made of ice: ice fumaroles - form around gases escaped from vents in the oxygenated hydrothermal surface, circulation in highly reducing host rock The caves on Erebus are of especial interest for astrobiology no CH4 or H2S. Many completely dark can't support photosynthesis Acidobacteria ascent in seventeen hours unassisted via snow mobile and on foot. inside of the volcano explored by Dante I, an eight legged tethered robot During the Antarctic summer, snow melt on the flanks reveals debris from the crash; glow from its persistent lava lake interpreted to be the cause of spreading at the Terror Rift.[1] Its mantle plume, 190 mi in diameter, below the surface changes into a narrow column that further extends 400 km (250 mi) below the surface of the
Higher than a horse, higher than a tree, one decade could not recognize anon. It was the Annihilation of Now sprayed down, applied eight hours before dawn. Heavy cloud forecast, not there at six, streaks across the sky. Poonoo wingkewang sprayers sprayed it down. Flibeedoo-flobeedee-buskeebang controlled it. The forecast was fit five wits to counterfeits that market different clothes about the globe.
I slip the holes. Salvation goes in one ounce packs as Wriggle enchanted evening. I survive streets overridden with history. I bridled, saddle over millenniums, centuries. The land as a million colors runs my body into colored maps. Layers like the Babylonian Talmud overhead with the Lehmann discontinuit, the Mohorovicic discontinuity, Hadean, Archean, Proterozoic, Paleozoic, Mesozoic beds. Cats in blue jackets and dogs in red hats. I am walking the surface of water-sunk Jonah. But with Jesus comes the 45 courses of stone,28 above where the mimic Brueghel moons, and wisps of hair, and 17 below Master Humanyte, Syr, most of which came between the war and the next decades if unknown.
Darius, Nebuchadnezzar, Alexander sprawled on top the rocks, and those too special to name abandoned flat. And here we lie to tolerate the country network of our arteries and veins. Mythic reconstruction of searches below in predawn send a call. Rag picker history surrounds the sun, collectible data, blueprint of dream, this Jerusalem where beheaded Goliaths reconnect to a body that has no literature. I will anyone send the Dayman into space and time to Hierosolyma.
Shout down any other
view buffoon, but the first principle of
quantum invisible hand behind "discoveries.' is believe it not. When they told you they
landed on the moon did you believe? They told you? It don't matter. Did they
lie before? "High confidence generally indicates that judgments are
based on high-quality information from multiple sources [which] does not imply
that the assessment is a fact or a certainty; such judgments might be
wrong." (ICA.
Assessing Russian Activities). misprisons. practice their best NLP.
In-terra-gators. at Disney World eat you. THE
GOOD ARE WAY WORSE THAN THE BAD, those anorexic pedophiles give a bad name to
calorie restriction.. All arguments to the contrary, deception couched in
truth. Spare us the good. And the truth.
This comes down to the Ugaritic monsters closest in language to ancient Israel whose
docudramas were discovered in 1927. shared six levels, if you can forgive this
shorthand. Take both into the Secret Space Programs occupied with the same
rivalries and committees. Disclosure analogy notwithstanding.There have been a
series of excavations of angelic
technology sites, boxes, arks from the the Americans stole from the Bagdad used
in building the Tower of Babel, constituting DNA formulas of Nimrod, to study
how he, "began to become," a necessity for transhumans considered
another arm of the destroying Shiva at CERN. But Shiva has five or six arms
flown out by helicopter by night,
In all the discord of psuedonymity there is yet a ventriloquism, not of puppet master, though we should consider it, but of a speaking through the present of the past, a Rosenroth through Jung about alchemy, right fol de riddle del, which references are many sided to strip the ancients more pregnant in a change remolting feathers, remolding images, the words themselves in their sound. So Gershom Scholem says Messiah will be the last and first philosopher to deduce Judaism from its language, not nearly enough, since by the Breath of his Mouth whole worlds came, and here when the angel unlooses the vial and Euphrates dries up like the fig, and the Kings of the east rise up and march, the utterance of language, root and alphabet is the least spiritual power of the Sons. But over the land this water spreads. The meaning was not in the sound, he looked in the sound. The meaning was not in the syntax he looked at all the connections. The meaning was not in the language, for the words, the languages were within the still small voice what it did speak, language, what sounds that sounded indeed sounded, but like that language, all and none or one, and say the impossible when out the boundless deep turns home.
what will you mate
What do they do at the tops of mountains, children lifting pretty heads from pillow beds? Oh that I were where I would be, then would I be where I'm not. Not only here, but by interpretation, Opening the Fifth and landing in Danby's Sixth. Being hung consciousness is only important to those who are not. R. Nehorai said: In the generation in which the scion of David will come, the young will insult their elders and the old will rise before the young, as it says, The daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; a man's enemies are the men of his own house (Micah VII, 6), and a son will feel no shame before his father.
Seems inevitable as little dreams of boxcars and underground cities, a ring of fire managing fantasies, history. Fellow fantasies lay in the house where they're spun by the viscose mirrors, little canisters of drilled couplets, doilies to shield the surface from tarnish, water rings the innkeep wipes clean. Next customer up for a hanky panky memory wipe, rejuvenalization straight, phantasmagor fant will live over reprogrammed? -- like the noise of the freeway at night the e/m broadcast, the roar of the surf, the rings, the texts, the twitchs. Is there a schumann resonance or an implant planting?
All the witty pranks of youth played to its riper years, pleasant for winter evenings. Here are doves, ducks, grackles and each fowl, the audience of heaven exploding episodes to remove anxiety, dreams working late at a farm to raise eagles. Happily wearing a heavy shirt, a large eagle lands on the shoulder of a life it must know, while a smaller female in the lap, surrogate profusion of eagles found the carcass gathering. A baby snuggles into its fur as if to suck, the mother preening the while, father perched with claws next to his neck, a look out and the four sit to begin this wait.
Each person, the unique text unwritten, burns in precognition, before the fact warning, Archdeacon Pratt and Joan his wife. As if St John's portals, hideaways, blue prints, Kyrie Elieson, were heard a cappella under the casement. Emaciates call sinners not the righteous, de nada, to each point of light dark swimming underwater in viscose. Not waiting in Weimar or the wonders under Dresden to survive stories, sense impressions of the real, bailing out over Paris, not this unreal upstart that can't hear the nose of its own approach, vapor trails of rockets that deny chemtrails of a war as reality the way ghosts in St John flee the fields of Judea.
This is the place you go before and after escape. All effort was to get out of the city, or the country, someplace beyond multitudes falling beside trucks. They think they've gone mad. Why they let peasants in the master plan, peace and happiness for every man. Play your saxophone dear. No need press faces against windows, noses on panes. Rattlin, roarin' Willie, your reflection in the glass is as other faces that you pass, I seen this. This I seen, the appearance of a body. But the body is the body, the direction of an image in a mirror. I point sideways or behind to things which I don't see. I point at one thing as opposed to another. Feeling in a hurry I instinctively press against something in front of me, a foot pedal, grasp the wheel as if I could push or brake carrying as much into the beyond. No point describing the setting, old hotel or warehouse or station of the mind, bestial turnings round which 14th century conclusions were the norm.
to papered walls by any man alive, and tank with a blessing.
He actually carries John Gower's Voice of One Crying, to know the name of the writer. Given, can a human body have pain? A body isn't conscious. Someone else had a part of our hand. We want to know the details of imbuement in the dark, covering light instead of details, get to the point of entrainment as if description warms the difference between this, the smells and sounds and the crowds shuffling, the nice biscuits made. Is he alone as the eye or the ear that hears what none can say, no passengers or refugees yet, for he is before the fact, before the fall if you like to put it so.?
If you don't know what any of this means it hasn't happened yet. If you want any more you can sing it yourself. Ignorance is prevention, which explains his pocket Gower, filled with apprehension I shall sing of true dreams whose import disturbs the depths of my heart. May the ole whom the Isle of Patmos received in Apocalypse, and whose name I bear, guide this work. Now Isaac sonne, goe we our waie to the mount.
Job, Noah and Daniel each saw three worlds, a world that had been built, a world destroyed, and a world rebuilt. Ezekiel gives the vision particulars by the river of the cherubim in much detail, kettledrums, banderole, trumpets show the fall of the King of Tyre and the prophecy of Lucifer's fall, the valley of bones reconstituted by the Breath, the future Jerusalem called into existence continually, reimagining the entire Temple structure beyond telling. When Adam delved and Eve spanned, Adam scriveyn, if ever it thee bifalle. So ofte a-daye I must the werk renewe if there were enormous mention of Daniel as one of only a few self conscious moments in all this greatness, which externally dates (even without the yod and its equivocation), it is not doubted that Ezekiel wrote at the Fall of Jeruallym, when Tyre-Lucifer claimed to be Elohim and wiser than Daniel; there is no secret that they can hide from thee.
3. Now on a cock horse he would ride on sea, on land, an empire in which the state in itself grows a flow of stateless persons, expatriots to flee the West blaze. Our gate let us go! not quickly, but in achingly slow advance from camps with blotches under eyen, explained away by pretense of light, I pray thou be of comfort good, reshaping attempted escapes, fantasy boats and fable captains, for I have made me sore bones and weary feet, visas for the countries of Atlas and passports for countries that don't exist. At port we will pass for one of its sailors.
Jerusalem! Architecture of gold beyond history, that ordains a new high priest appointed by the Sanhedrin or by the King after 2000 years. How do I not weep for the stones in the building? For the new Urimmin and Thummin found for a Temple flown down like a jack boot. What shal I to his moder say? As if commanded, a thing ordained, the cupbearer who entered the city with Alexander, toured the walls with Darius the Persian, Darius Nothus, and intermarried with the inhabitants of the land. I have Nennius for consolation, Britain and Neemias in Jerusalem. The concept of restore or return is the only use of the verb form of apocatastasis in the Septuagint.
It must needs mean withoutten lesse in the "restoring" of Job, the rescue and return of captives, the restoration of Jerusalem when R. Levi said: The scion of David will come only in a generation which is full of impudence and deserves to be exterminated.
R. Jannai said: If you see one generation after another cursing and blaspheming, look out for the coming of the Messiah, as it says, Wherewith Thine enemies have taunted, O Lord, wherewith Thine enemies he taunted the footsteps of Thine anointed (Ps. LXXXIX, 52), and immediately afterwards it is written, reporting first the "facts," then the endless rebroadcast and analysis of seesaw and Sacch'ry-down "facts," only insight by analogy to partial occurrences. Andre Maurois' Tragedy in France how Germany near possessed the soul of France, rowsty dowt,or how Sheol, truckler's dog in manipulated Vichy knaves was forseen by Goy-a. I met a man who speer'ed me. Hannah Arendtgot so much trouble after her report on the Eichmann that their leadership was complicit in their deaths, now called the "evil brainchild of German Nazis," to manipulate the Jewish Council of Amsterdam, "charged with informing the Jewish constituency of their edicts through its official publication Het joodsche weekblad -- under the illusion that by negotiations it could save the Jews from the worst.
Public attention is systemically poisoned by the triad of GMO food, irradiated sea and water and chemtrailed air. In this new aluminum earth of the aluminum age, Jerusalem, the great city is called spiritually Sodom and Egypt (Rev 11.8). New York, the center of all the world is a shoo-in for the beast. Not Rome, not the Vatican, but its counterpart, Washington D.C. is the great whore that sits upon many waters. the home of the creature that rides it. All the beauty of the world embodied in its celebrities is all beautiful outward, coded, multidimensional, vampires within, worse than filth.
Our own worst enemy, a wheelbarrow began to crack, the Council had in effect to select who would be sent to die in when the sky began to roar and later to camps in Poland when my heart began to bleed. Why England Slept, Why slept, fabrication, myth. Hold your nose please sir in the valley of the passengers.
Up and down the ladder of consciousness mirrors -The most painful state of the citizen occurs in the realization that the world is false, all the world, the whole world and it has been so from the beginning. This means everything the child has been taught to love and respect, all the leaders, all the art, the science, on and on. Because Satan is so vastly intelligent it can design effects millennia in advance and set such mousetraps to catch the well meaning. Nowhere is this more distressing than with the case of the counterfeit Israel. Satanic mirrorings of every aspect of the faith so preoccupy modern practice. Given this mirroring occurs on every front producing satanic Christians who preach the word in season and out of season. Yes they are preaching the truth, but mixed with what, a little bit of falsehood. Nobody can sort it out until after the fact. So Zion, that sacred mount on which all aliyah rests is turned to a betrayal of Zion.
Whoever passes these coliseums in their corporate homes and hears wings thundering, chariot breastplates breathing iron, a feeling that is no pleasant, Sir Stephen said, “when you worship Saturn you take a portable Moloch to carry around its gods.” That is how you imagine the cavity in your tooth at the pulling. Trade the Spender, Schneider, Mandarin, European, Pleidian for cheap refrigerators, gas. Maquiadores inoculate against the bones of the altered localities in sense. Talk about government waste, the body underwent quadruple expansion. Fusion Centers, post offices, generic buildings with physical locations disappeared. Which is getting esomewhat ahead. Whole new “implantation techniques” elaborated the melancholy Adam Smith. Adam shall have a new master "if he was to lose his little finger to-morrow, would not sleep at all that night, but provided he never saw them, could snore with the most utmost security over a hundred million of his brethren ruined, which destruction of that immense would seem less interesting than this paltry misfortune of his own." (Theory of Moral Sentiments). But that was before weaponization. Adam suffering at distant time and space did not code for Mandarin adrenals getting Rocky Mountain a-hoeing and mowing ET high. The Underground Cities and Residential Centers were silent on this, cockleshells welcome in midnight airports proving the toy of Saturn is not a rocket, but animated by its cargo within. Whichever of these colonial mysteries, Zwen zur haupten, along the Archuleta Fault assembled above the 129 Bases in the Ten Sectors, Yod He, Sir Stephen on Weimar terrors that threaten by night is our best chance to comprehend. As to the involvement of Orion and Sirius downtown, the falun gong tracers of these implantation techniques are actively searching for people who can foresee the future, DNA specific. What are you doing, my little men? Shall I come in and cut off our threads? The big call recorded in "Tussaud! the Musical" was, are you ready, are your life forms prepared to receive Mistress Pussy to terminate their larval existence? Doctor Joseph-Ignace Guillotin took off his cloak, fastidious Mengele, no lark more blithe than he. To be or not to be gods was cool. Do we know the place of pain in Euclidian space? Contradiction states that Wordsworth McBeth crept in the way now opened for sleeping millions and billions of human seed in his petty pace and illumined stem cells fueled destiny.
It must be we are that important, to be tested against the highest created being in the universe--the cast out highest, the supplanted highest. Supplanted by who? By men and women! We take Lucifer's place in high praise of creation! What! Do you feel it? There are many wheels in the wheels, whether the end comes to the Ecumene from Blue Beam Projections of mass control, or radioactive Fukushima poisoning of the worlds and seas, or the arrival of the mass deception of the Cydonians from all civilizations before, in the past, the 33rd parallel boys, the antiMessiah pretending to subdue Israel's neighbors as in Psalm 82 and Isaiah 17, all to impersonate the true Messiah, who by the way has the last word and all the glory, --or some lesser scenario of WWIII, the Pope, the Ark of Gabriel, a banking collapse, the elite underground. Or all. This endears the Valley of the Passengers of Ezekiel to us. They are all cognitive, with a full measure of emotion of fear. But cognition is the way we arrived in this mass of tangled deception, 9/11, Sandy Hook, every false flag of TV news, global warming, drug induced sickness induced to sell drugs, calls to patriotism for enlistees to die, all cognitive. What makes anyone think cognition and its ensuing emotion is an exit? There is and has been extreme cognitive interference with chemical and electromagnetic means. Food with additives, water with additives, air with additives, EM waves of every kind, Cesium radiation. All these conspiracies, counter conspiracies, devastations, poisonings have an overt purpose to distract from the validity of life, which is to love and to work, to create with the gifts bestowed the very subjects our false liberators say comprise our sleep. But over and above all our purpose is to love not the world neither the things that are in the world. That means Hollywood and fashion, possessions for their own sake, tourism, etc but instead to seek true government and truth. As Pilate and Herod, who were enemies, became friends at the death of Jesus, so the Sabbetatians befriend their anti messiah to bring him in, even if the mutual destruction of evil destroys the wicked. That's their goal, to destroy the world. They think to return Messiah with their evil and will but it will be the false messiah ET, UN, Cydonic nephilim, the fallen angels they return, bring back and it will kill them. All this is accepted, fomented by religious, government, scientific leaders who rejoice in rejecting Jesus. Let us call them now the leaders against Trump, the Pope, the president, the Chinese and Trump himself. Psychological suasion to conform has never been greater. Opinion makers large and small. Tyrannies small and great. Your father and mother, millennials think. You want to get out? Do this.
When they saw their hands move they were not aware of any connection with the rest of the body or any loose feathers. General society did not know its scientists were certifiably crazy at the time or check up on the arms' existence in any way. Therefore the hand might be connected to the body standing beside, or of course not to a human body at all. Ryght convenyent they would improve the species, lord over all the world, a person sitting and waiting and something important arriving. Master H was a discard, a dinosaur they would revive. Mélange came to new man+, the human anesthetic like before Noah's flood when the sons of God went in. The modern impending turnaround would be the Weimar ending one little Nazi livin' alone. It would have seemed unbelievable that transhumanists would pat it and prick and revive the first book only resolved in the last. The Apocalypse denouement of the flood. Not even the peacock with a fiery tail believed it all, which makes all the more poignant the understanding the beginning at the end.
Different methods juice and oil. Cider press, putting apples to boil in cheesecloth and after all the drippings end, wringing the cloth to get the last squeezings. That 's what it feels to get this now until the juice escapes. Thou watchest the last oozings hour by hour.
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This is the dawning of the age of Ameriactica, outer perimeter of the dark flat earth where the fgov fills in the harbor at night and you take your picked colonists to the moon. Dulce or Archuleta. It is an honor to join our brothers there when they throw bodies out alive from Elisha's bones. Taken up while the angel looses its vial, Euphrates dries.
This visit came as part as Precedent’s meeting with Pope when two or more meanings of a word exploit subtle and similar words. Let's say both sides invented this. Who says two sides? Colonists underground and Plain Folk. No questions Oberbold. They clearly not touch it and live.
After the service at the Holy Trinity church in Antarctica Patriarch said from Mt. Nebo that he would not enter the land of summer and fresh spring and Mt. Hermon south, but who would have guessed his echo that the stone towers brooding there were "Corona Mundi...Roof of the World" (43), when all along you thought we were treading upon the foot and not the head. Pseudo foot. You are going to posit a dome over a flat earth unless we give the order. You are going to say plasma? the Fig Kings March.
"Remember you are on the summit of the planet. When I blessed water today, I thought about the whole globe below us... When we bless water we attract this divine energy [which] penetrates through it as we sprinkle ourselves with WATER. WE BLESS OURSELVES as we drink and ARE charged with the union of things physical and earthly with things divine. Here is an image of St Vladimir Equal-to-the-Apostles, Baptizer of Russia, the millennium whose repose we marked last year, and shrouds for the Eucharistic vessels."
But there's more to Ashdod, Patriarchs, Philistia and Arabia. In Antarctica with its sunny beaches and hot spring resorts ten thousand miles from Moscow it's really only possible to talk about the idea of the matter, not specific acts and persons who commit to them. All particulars of these concepts must be rejected. Unbelievable absolutes bring the offenders to account? Indict the kings and queens of Inland greater than Goliath’s head. Sons will be waking up with cold sweats in their beds. What was he doing in that remote earth?
Before his Inaugural the Pope prepared in private with Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew of Istanbul, who attended his Mass. This was the first time the spiritual Orthodox had attended an inaugural since the Great Schism of 1054 A.D., a meeting to be repeated in Havana with the Patriarch of Moscow. Called “my brother Andrew,” a reference to the apostle Bartholomew who was the brother of St. Peter, first bishop of the Church of Byzantium. Francis also held a privacy with the Metropolitan Hilarion, foreign minister of the Russian Church, largest Orthodox in the world. Mirror mirror on the wall who's the most Ecumenist of All?
"Mount Erebus is the second highest volcano in Antarctica and the southernmost active volcano on earth. It is the sixth highest ultra mountain on an island. It is located on Ross Island with a summit elevation of 3,794 metres (12,448 ft), which is also home to three inactive volcanoes, Mount Terror, Mount Bird, and Mount Terra Nova. The volcano has been active these 1.3 million years and is the site of the Mount Erebus Volcano Observatory.
To count from when the Pope handed off the Enochian secret text to the Patriarch, who already had the ancient Islamic manuscript and the seven letters to the churches of Antarctica appeared in code in the times and places of these planes, Mecca, Moscow, Cuba, Rome, El Cibolo, Antarctica, L.A., with more progressions implicated at Mt. Hermon, these lines draw a quincunx from the Paris Meridian multiplied by Pi, joined to the 33rd parallel. Everything north and south of this electrogravitic map and clock conjoin. The events just after meeting Pope and Patriarch sailing with the Ark protected by a flotilla ordered by President Putin, who had been first informed about this Gabriel the previous September converged. The 30 September 2015 Putin bombing of the Islamic State and defending Syria, ceased as suddenly as it began, 14 March 2016
corp, one society exchanged with another for controls.
In this world the Pope Entourages gathered in Cuba. Boundary cousins opened heads. Fantasy of course reconnoitered arresting strangeness. Sweep the room, mark the exits, never sit with your back to the door. It was the first meeting of such representatives in a thousand years. What's the cause? The valley of the passers-through was closed.
Liberality held captive three nights in the earth
Plasma emission, super collider stoff.
There goes science to its secret labs. Strangeness, report to base! Nobody could touch the first ark on which everything is modeled. You couldn't lean against it. Don't try to steady it any more than Teddy driving the Chappaquiddick. Our minds drive where we don't know while we think we are doing something else and for different reasons too. Gogites don’t take seriously any more than Colonists take their faerie pills to march to Gaul. These same colonists like the the man in Babylong recited loud You will understand that hubris after a thousand generations, frost beets, cracked skin, stout limb, opaque beneath, alive in the last, the people of Ashdod governments, books, civilizations real. Do not touch the holy.
But if the things I have mentioned do not come too hard for you, depart the sooner the better from the European Sodom, and remember Lot’s wife, who indeed went forth with her feet but left her heart and inclinations there…I remain ever your true and devoted servant.
Squid Just like the movie Jurassic Park, scientists have discovered a 99-million-year-old baby dinosaur tail preserved in amber. This discovery of a feathered tail supports the contention that the giant beasts that once ruled the Earth looked "of bird origin, ostrich or egret, articulating from the epiglottis to the beak" and of "spinal adjustments of those remedial wing sockets.... The bestial significance of its evolutionary reptilian likeness to old myths of half men half beasts common to anthropoids was only secondarily like the bestial case of giants, also mythological. The monstrous includes a deeper depravity than thought, a hyperspace marooned arthropod degraded from citizenship, a debased angel coming out a bug. Paranoia differs in its ability to solve epistemological questions of this destiny. Inner dislocation and personality dissolution fused those separate realities with the monstrous." The tail in the find likely belonged to a small “juvenile” dinosaur, probably no larger than a sparrow. It would be classified under the group of dinosaurs called Coelurosauria, a rather large group that fits animals from Tyrannosauruses to modern birds. The feathered tail thus helps support the theory that the giant beasts that once ruled the Earth that if reptiles, looked also like birds.
There is this dog that worried the cat
that killed the rat that ate the fort
that lay in the dust of Jack.
These amphibians run from Dilmun, Bahrain, Kuwait, Qatar as the saying goes, along came the giants and sat beside. Second Noahs found these fish migrant waves at home in Lake Vostok the squid to repopulate, " reservoirs and lakes across North America” some species of octopus that lays 200,000 eggs. Squid fish hats had been the subject of Dr Padalka's warning when his colleague there was killed by a tentacle "slithering across the ice bank." Hours after it was sliced off with an axe it got her in the night. While these squid are banks squeezing their tentacles into every corner of the globe,
As to the personalities of these Old things in their new pants suits, half-fungous, crustacean, headless slime-coated shoggoths, new schools infer a molecular disturbance in the book of shapeless jelly frog eggs. Giant 15 feet diameter spheres show this "unguided evolution" if not the Antarctic fishmen themselves, 19th century takes from Hindu and Sumer amid propaganda linkages of " advanced and potent races of beings," come from the space-time under sea, "first created earth-life," hidden in the secret Blavatsky -vast membranous wings. Their star heads folded down, tentacles covered with murals of their exile they should never see again. Under ice or out and if terrestrial, then cosmic, hence pre-cosmic if you can get your hat on "the pre-terrestrial life of the star headed beings on other planets" to share the architecture millennial fossils dwelling in masonry cone heads like a car with a hundred cylinders of the cosmic Henry Ford sky. Who would not weep for the arabesque of math? saguaros. "Hold your breath" space ships after 50 years must be put off with photographs from space and Google earth, but to close these glimpses in the fictional ground that cognizance of metaphor filtered down native if you not one, alien if you are. Cretaceous cycads and angiosperms not tetrahedral but pentagonal expose transparent archways ten feet high with upper stories precog the discovery to scale, to disclose there to the disturbing elite who flock, the mating of leviathan and behemoth.
The Ice Cave at Belgrano II Base made of ice: ice fumaroles - form around gases escaped from vents in the oxygenated hydrothermal surface, circulation in highly reducing host rock The caves on Erebus are of especial interest for astrobiology no CH4 or H2S. Many completely dark can't support photosynthesis Acidobacteria ascent in seventeen hours unassisted via snow mobile and on foot. inside of the volcano explored by Dante I, an eight legged tethered robot During the Antarctic summer, snow melt on the flanks reveals debris from the crash; glow from its persistent lava lake interpreted to be the cause of spreading at the Terror Rift.[1] Its mantle plume, 190 mi in diameter, below the surface changes into a narrow column that further extends 400 km (250 mi) below the surface of the
- Catholic Chapel of Santisima Virgen de Lujan at Marambio Base: "Inequality is the root of social evil"
O Antarctica My Antarctica The ANTARCTIC Death and the Patriarch
What if hundred mile long cigar ships sunk bell shaped pyramid colonies on the black side of the moon Nazis took over democracies and everything taught was foolery posed?. Corruption of the deep merged with the golden shower. Brownstone ops, Skunkworks Loc lunar operations command, buried bell shaped pyramid compartmentalized Apollo money laundering black cash, back moon sliced up should be clear as the 17 agencies can make it.
The Rabbis say: In the generation in which the scion of David will come, the wise men of the generation will die and the rest will waste away with grief and sorrow and much trouble will come upon the community and cruel decrees will be promulgated, one coming on top of another.
O Antarctica My Antarctica The ANTARCTIC Myths. Death and the Patriarch
What if hundred mile long ships sunk bell shaped pyramid colonies off the black side of the moon that Nazis took over for democracies and everything taught was fine foolery cigar? Corruption deep merged golden shower Brownstone ops, Skunkworks Loc lunar operations command, buried bell shaped pyramid compartmentalized Apollo money laundering black back moon cash sliced up clear as the 17 agencies could make it.
The COMING OF MESSIAH REVEALED BY ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. Hey baby, you think that's true? Playing both ends against the middle, it's going to be hard to understand how 200 fallen angels could orchestrate the phenomenal effects now culminating, not to speak of Satan engineering the return to Israel, embedding it as a code in copies of scripture, just as in the Sumer tablets spaceships were encoded, and releasing the means in computers to divulge the code, as Newton, so that the distance from London to Jerusalem is 1948 nautical miles, the year of modern Israel, all of which to prepare for the false Messiah to come and annihilate most of the surrounding nations to validate, in imitation of the true Messiah's exploits, in order to fool the world, the church, the nations. Oh yeah that's a lot to take. The false Messiah looks more like the truth than the true Messiah. But get this, that with all that Satan can only further his own demise, as in the anointing of the threshing floor before David becoming the founding of the Temple Mount, all because
Satan deceived him into numbering the people, but who was deceived? Satan brought his own demise there, but here in this day, the false Messiah bringing the false Israel into being by sacrificing millions in the Holocaust a la Rothschild and Zionism, will here only do what was previously done, the false in usurping the true will prepare its way as the tare prepares the corn of wheat. Bible codes, Torah Codes, Equidistant Letter Sequences in the Book of Genesis, based on a belief that the Torah is unique among biblical texts in that it was given directly to mankind (via Moses) in exact letter-by-letter sequence and in the original Hebrew Language are here taken as counterfeits because no one has doctrines of inspiration of scripture inerrant beyond the originals, long gone. Only gemetria and kabbalah remain. So if you add up the number of the letters you get what ever number is then interpreted as meaningful, eg. the year of Messiah. So they will be waiting with dictionary, text of Deuteronomy, computer in hand. Not exactly in the dark like the virgin with extra bottle of oil. Is it proof you want or faith? Want to kill giants or talk about the Smithsonian collection from the Grand Canyon. Readers of the codes find that Obama was born in Kenya of a Muslim father, so the codes reflect the PR of the news and prejudice of the viewer, because neither of those assertions are true. Validate the Codes with government news and statistics? Nonsense. Niburu and Messiah will come in year 5776, 2016, the number of the the name of God multiplied by the number of secret equals 1820, the ELS skip code, which means... all false, beautifully made to sound and prove true, as much as that Name was changed to Adonai or Ha Shem or, if you like, the Shroud of Turin was a "love letter to the church. The Codes predict all the false flag events perpetrated like New Town, 9/11, Paris, Brussels, you name it, but don't reveal Mossad loaded the buildings and blew them up? Oops. Want to know what the codes say about the Khazar empire? The initial ELS were worked out by Rabbi Weissmandel on note cards and grids, Toras Chemed (Mt. Kisco, 1958) after his escape from the boxcar going to Auschwitz. He did not take his wife and children with him though. Many sides of this can be told, but his guilt rules his life thereafter. See Shabtai Teveth. Ben-Gurion and the Holocaust. NY: Harcourt, Brace and Co. 1996. That's all Babylon, taken as true. None of it is true any more than the codes reveal Messiah, but they do the false. Remember that the Law was lost under Manasseh until his grandson Josiah and that this is the book of the Law now extant. The remaining chain of copies, faithful as they may be, are editions codified at various times, hence susceptible to editorial functions, which in a fallen angel means letter skips engineered to the finest degree, unless you doubt Satan is not superior to a quantum computer. Satan was allowed to predict, plan and found the false Israel, all the ingathering and aliyah, in order that the true Israel would emerge from the tare. Before the deconstruction of all sacred authors in the nineteenth century, Newton could be taken as a benchmark of what can be internally known of the manuscript editions. His Compilers of the Books of the Old Testament give these constructions in precise language, inferences justified such as Kings etc, "collected out of the historical writings of the antient Seers and Prophets. And because the books of the Kings and Chronicles quote one another, they were written at on and the same time."(9)
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