Say Goodbye it’s Independence Day

 

 The boy cried out/gaily from the ground/at the joy/of something he had found 

 (Dan and Catherine Peek)

 

 

 

 

Some of you Punishment Gluttons recall this re-run ottie click.  This isn’t one of Annie’s autistic sons, but last week the re-verb sounded on her porch, with robin eggs aligned harmonic, blue as new eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Right on the edge of hatchtime, seems Mama Robin vamoosed the coop, allergic to Fourth-of-July bunting near the nest.  When the Offending Sigils were removed, she cautiously returned — only to be rousted again a day later by close M-80 reports.  Bombs-bursting-in-air, celebrating America’s Independence.  

Every year on the same day, the Natives gather to celebrate my father’s death.

L.D. didn’t caper on the birthday of  Goddess Homeland.  He grieved at the betrayal of the nation’s sons.

This’d be a good time for birds everywhere to remember whence come their eggs.  Hint, it ain’t The Goddess.

When autistic boys line up quackers or shoes, they are imposing order on chaos, thus their distress at attempts to interfere with or deconstruct that order.  Certain otties gossimer the great waves, smiting Tiamat’s unruly aqua with their mindrods.

Greenwich meantime, Ben Fairhall reduxes the dark waters, and Witnesses the Marian Dawn.  

Part I. 

LOL.  Sounds like Ben’s expecting!  Will the London Books take a few bob on the Old Grrl?

 

In that last quarter of the twentieth century, the whole world seemed to sicken.  Civilized institutions, whether old or new, fell, as if some primal disorder was re-asserting itself.  And men asked themselves: Why should this be?

 (opening voice-over of Quatermass, Episode One, “Ringstone Round”)

 

 

The Goddess of the North arises in Northumberland, 400-yards long and nekkid as a jaybird robin.  Let them eat Ceres-eal! saith Marie.  Three times a day.  All shall love me and despair!

In the design depiction above, the Great Goddess’ lower-trunk is, literally, mere-bound.  A water entity.  Like that Grainy Grrl, Mount Tamalpais (tam-ul-pie-us) across the Golden Gate from San Fran is a Virgin Goddess whose western slopes sub/merge with Pacific-o.

Viewed from Vallejo, looking west, Mount Tamalpais mirrors the supine Northumberland Goddess.  Mt. Tam’s legend as Indian Maiden probably extends back millennia, through various oral-traditioned indigenous language groups.  L.D.’s dad oft  repeated the legend, as the mountain, about 20 miles from Vallejo, is so imposing and prominent throughout the North Bay Area. 

The Coast Miwok called Mt. Tam the Sleeping Maiden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This page recounts the Miwok legend, plus the Lakota belief that Mt. Tam is the “holy right eye” of the “Great Turtle” — with Mt. Diablo, which appeared in our last post in conuinctio conjunctivitis conjunction with Zodiac, as left or unconscious eye.

 

But the best of each trip
is the Golden Gate Bridge
and the road like a snake
that takes me back to my home ridge

(Jesse Colin Young, from “Ridgetop” — a song about his home on Mt. Tam)

 

Your dynamo’s been up n down that road oftener than a plebe on a First Degree ladder.  He’s mystery-tramped all over the bushy maid.  One summer eve, after a day at the Pacific, he and girlfriend hiked over the western face of The Princess, back to our car at Pan Toll Ranger Station.  (Pan.  Toll.  Yuppers!)  As we passed along a fire-road, a whole procession of deer appeared just above, hovering on the hillock’s brow, still and silent, watching the sun crash behind us.

Toll is an important and frequent word in Qim Tunes.  It has various cognates, dependant on context, but generally might equal collectivity, with a major secondary meaning of downtrodden or poor.  Often toll appears in a context of spirituality or judgment, describing a group of souls bound in a common enterprise, or under a common malady, curse, or travail.

 We recently covered Zodie’s first four Ceres-ial-moanies:

–  Lake Herman Road on the Vallejo-Benicia (red) line, very near where Bill Graham intended to build his ampitheatre . . . soon after which his helcopter finished downside-up at Sears Point (Seers’ point) —  dangling from the power-lines between Vallejo and Mt. Tam

– Blue Rock Springs Golf Course/Park in East Vallejo, about a mile from Lake Herman

– Lake Berryessa in the hills above the Valley of the Moon (Napa County jurisdiction)

– Presidio Heights in S.F. overlooking the Pacific

 

Recall Zodiac’s promise on the car of his Berryessa slaves:

 

(prop reproduction – quite faithful tho — dig the checkerboard base!)

 

Brian Hartnell’s (heart-knell/knoll) car door is the medium for Zodiac’s tally-to-date.  The third date-inscription, “Sept. 27 by knife,” refers to the victims he slew on Berryessa’s shores, a few minutes prior – Cecilia Shepherd and Hartnell.  (Yep, Shepherd.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cenotaph from the First Section of the Egyptian  Book of Caverns – the bottom register depicting “afterlife slaves” with hands bound behind backs (exactly as Zodiac bound Hartnell and Shepherd at Berryessa)

 

 

 

 

 

Cenotaph from the Sixth Section of the Book of Caverns, with bottom register showing more “paradice slaves” being tortured and decapitated by three “goddesses”

 

 Note that in Zodie’s ritual-schema, “Vallejo” is the “site” of all his killings.  The “Vallejo” inscription is the “ruling tessellate” in this instance, the locus of his o/c mind’s feverdream.  Beneath the geomantic inscription, as in the lowest registers of Egyptian codices, duat-slaves are identified.

Dominion is established with Zodiac’s “gunsight” mark, set over the tessellate-locale and paradice slaves (the victims) — like a pharaoh’s mark over executive orders.  [No, I'm not going to run it again.  Stop complaining.]

 

 

 

Here’s Zodie’s “Halloween 4-teen” card from October 27, 1970.  At this point, killings by knife and gun were already confirmed.  It’s strongly suspected that in an aborted murder attempt, Zodie set the car of Kathleen Johns on fire on March 22, 1970, on the edge of Maze Road, just off Kalifornia Interstate 5.  (See prior posts re Michael Jackson, Jackson Browne, etc.)

 That accounts for all the Lord High Executioner methods, except “by rope.”

 The Zodiac-Manson Connection suggests, like many researchers, that on April 19, 1970, Zodiac hanged Pat Tan, a Eurasian girl, from an oak near Bootjack Camp on Mount Tamalpais, with rope and an electric cord:

 

There was a Pan Toll Station (Pat Tan) leading to Bootjack Camp at this State Park. Zodiac was connected to three other parks: Blue Rock Springs, Lake Berryessa and the Presidio area with Julius Kahn Park.

The sharp investigator that found out the girl’s identity was Marin County coroner / investigator Keith Craig. Craig found a key in Ms. Tan’s pocket and traced it to a Greyhound bus terminal locker in the area. In that locker he found an address book with phone numbers. One of those numbers was to the University of Chicago. There was a professor there that had met Tan in 1966. Tan had been  living in San Francisco since March 22, 1970 (the day Kathleen Johns was abducted.) 

 

Did the Zodiac-Manson Connection just say Chicago?  Them’s the Three Magick Psillibles these days!

Many of the Elektra-fried leylines of modern ritual magick lead, unsurprisingly, to the Midwest hub of Columbia’s heartland. 

 

 

illustration: Manson-Zodiac Connection

 

Pat Tan suggests Tamalpais, the Sleeping Princess.  Both are young and exotic or Eastern.  Pat Tan almost anagrams Pan Toll, the ranger-station a couple miles from Bootjack Camp.  (Pat Tan = Pan Tat)

L.D.’s been to Bootjack Camp often.  Couple thousand feet elevation, Bootjack’s a dark little campsite just off a main trail – picnic table and grill, heavy oak and brush, with a small stream on one side of camp, at the foot of a steep ridge.   

Bootjack Trail winds down the southern slopes of Mount Tam, into the deep redwood stands of Muir Woods.  The mid-July gatherings of the nation’s “elite,” the Bohemian Club, take place at a private grove near Guerneville/Monte Rio, and a public site, Muir Woods Grove.  Both are “Bohemian Groves,” very close to the Pacific, that abyssic realm of Leviathan – Neptune and Tiamat. 

 And the children of Israel did secretly those things that were not right against the LORD their God, and they built them high places in all their cities, from the tower of the watchmen to the fenced city.

And they set them up images and groves in every high hill, and under every green tree:

(2 Kings 17: 9-10)

 

So in probable Zodiac-victim Pat Tan, we glimpse The Virgin’s reflection. . . in Princess Tamalpais – the mountain itself – and in the Northumberland Goddess.

Goddess icons and worship mean pagan mentalities, occultism, enslavement, and ritual blood sacrifice.  Lots of it.  To keep the Ma-sheen shiny and sleek.

Recently someone compared late-20th-century American males to late-nineteenth-century buffalo.

Boy howdy! as they say on Peckerwood Hill in Texas.

 

Summer days, where did you go?
you let me down so bad
Clouds fill the sky
Gone is the dream of Happy Hunting Ground
Wild buffalo played!
and I never saw a rainy day
but it looks like summer days ain’t coming back

(J. Lynne)

 

Cross-country from Mt. Tam and  Mt. Diablo in Kalifornia, and from Willow-ville in Sarah’s State, Old Style masonic HQ South Carolina is in lock-down, the citizenry cereously fondling their triggers.

Make you go blind!

Oops already is! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Both Charlestown and Columbia, South Carolina, are Rite strongholds.  Origin of Manson’s amphibious basilisk, the state borders the Atlantic, bookending La Pacific. 

Charleston, also called Chucktown and The Holy City, was American Masonry’s official birthplace, one of the first established European settlements on the continent.  (For more on Egyptian codices, Zodiac, Manson, and South Carolina, see Ragna Rok and Man Son Role from October 2005.)

Four people have already been shot to death in Gaffney, S.C., by a “serial-killer.”  Gaffney from Gaelic Gamhna or Gamhain, meaning calf.  Figger golden calf worship, as when Moses descended with the rules, only to find the Israelites had already regressed to idolatry . . . the minute he turned his back, basically.  Speaks volumes about human psychology and the madness of crowds.

Also relevant is the recent Hathor/cow thread, including the mysterious “Caddo” bovine deaths, heavy on the Ritual Sauce.  You want jalapenos with that or Freedom Fries?  See AF and Newspaceman (currently undercover as Mr. Pasta Bake) for more.

The English surname from Gaffney/Gamhna/Gamhain is Caulfield — sure to widen the orbs of those grokking John Lennon’s ritual slaying — Mark David Chapman, calmly waiting for the cops, reading his “bible,” The Catcher in the Rye, while Lennon dies nearby.  

Another day, another grain-sacrifice, eh Chappie?  Ho hum.

The book’s protagonist is Holden Caulfield.

Secondarily, a gaff is a long pole, hooked on the end, used to spear and boat fish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Third-adarily, a gaffe is an error, especially in social settings.

Fourth, a gaffer is an old man or boss – Sam Gamgee, in LOTR, calls his father “my old gaffer”

Fif, in moviemaking a gaffer controls the electrical/lighting systems  

Finally, Gaffney is possibly an altered spelling of the German Ga(f)fner, a topographic name for a cottage dweller, from Gafene, “large basket.”

Ring the gongl?  How bout Zechariah 5, the endtimes prophecy in which a large basket, or ephah, is “removed” to the “Land of Shinar.”  Within the ephah is a woman, representing wickedness.  Ephah, originally an Egyptian word, is a measurement of iniquity, associated with the “flying scroll,” an instrument of judgment – one side cursing thieves,  the other cursing liars, forswearers, or those who misuse God’s name.

 

I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel, diesel fixed me
What a weasel
And baby was a Workshop Owner
Baby and me were ripe for the picking
That was the day we ran into Albert Flasher

(B. Cummings)

 

Speaking of Uncle Albert, the Invisible Circus, Pop Kings and Red Line head-ons, two Monorail Trains crashed this morning in the Magic Kingdom, killing one operator, and twinning the recent redline pileup in Columbia’s Dis Trick.  The link contains source comments from Disney VP of Communications, Michael Griffin.

Last Tuesday, June 30, a man was killed by a Chicago Transit Authority Red Line subway train.  Eight days before, on June 22, nine people died on the District of Columbia-MaryLand border, ridin’ the Old Red Line.

In the wake of the Red Witch milkshake at Willow, Alaska, Governor Palin announced her resignation, in favor of a “higher calling.” 

God help us all.  Here’s hoping Sarah means staying home and shutting up.

If she can break away a moment from watchdogging Willow — even when dotter isn’t threatened — perhaps she’ll turn Hathoric Eye to this fifth-grade teacher in Elk Grove, Kalifornia, who distributed X-rated vids of herself to the kids and their families.  (Elk lodges/fraternities + goddess grove = libidic magick.)

All a Terrible Mistake, doncha gnow . . . might even say a Big Ole gaffe . . . and, of course, all is forgiven.  Live and let live!

The teacher won’t even lose her job, much less be prosecuted to the Fullest Extent of the Law, sentenced to decades in prison, placed on the Sexual Predators Lifetime Registry, and be tortured and sodomized.

No indeed, not a bit of it!  That’s only for the Inkorrect Gender.  Would the Media, the Authorities, and American Sossity be so benevolent had a male teacher handed out his personal fuck-flicks to the grade-schoolers?

He’d be in Central Holding — probly a little worse for wear – awaiting his preliminary hearing, and talking with his P.D. about plea-bargaining his (multiple) felonies from a probable 30-year sentence down to 20.

With no time off for split colons.

Luckily, the hordes of female lawyers, judges, and law professors churned out by The Gynogulag the past half-century are fully prepared to administer The Maximum on all Perpetrators equally . . .  when they’re male.

Otherwise, it’s an Oopsie.  Never mind.  Widdle boo-boo.

Most of the damage is already done and probably irreversible, but WTF, we’ll keep pissin against the hurricane.  One example from legion:

Here’s influential and respected Berkeley Law Professor Nancy K.D. Lemon, editor of the Domestic Violence Lawbook that she and her fellow illnesses use to “educate” the Kalifornia Judiciary (when the judges and lawyers aren’t attending Diversity Workshops or Multicultural & Trans-sexual Re-education Forums.)

 

“The history of women’s abuse began over 2,700 years ago in the year 753 BC. It was during the reign of Romulus of Rome that wife abuse was accepted and condoned under the Laws of Chastisement. … The laws permitted a man to beat his wife with a rod or switch so long as its circumference was no greater than the girth of the base of the man’s right thumb. The law became commonly know as ‘The Rule of Thumb.’ These laws established a tradition which was perpetuated in English Common Law in most of Europe.”

 

There we have it.  Only true word in the whole paragraph is and.  The Law is whatever Nancy and The Grrls feeeeeel at any particular moment. 

The “reign of Romulus of Rome?!”  From a LAW PROFESSOR!?

Obviously, facts are Inutile Impediments here in the Homeland of Goddess Justice.  Once upon a pre-feminist (non) revolution, fifth-graders knew that Romulus was a mythological figure, not a political “ruler” of Rome — much less an opportunity for princessified haters to bully the judiciary and propagandize the citizenry.

Now the fifth-grade boys are drugged and intimidated by the matriarchy — when the class isn’t watching Teach dispensing blowjobs to her gardeners. 

Facts, like truth, turn out to be a “guy thing.”  

“V is for Vampires.”  Apt title for that blogpost!

All is well, however.  The sparklers sparkled and the firecrackers cracked, the nation patted its  back, and Lady Liberty’s crown, for the first time since 9-11, re-opened for habitation.

 

“I feel the Statue of Librety represents global unity, a sign that our world must unify,” said Barbara McLean, 57, of Atlanta. After ascending the total of 354 steps to the statue’s crown, she sang “America the Beautiful” — her deep voice resonating off the low, rounded ceiling of the crown’s interior — before fellow visitors broke into a hefty applause.  [emphasis added]

 

No doubt Barbara sang “America the Beautiful” with lusty joy.  It’s her statue, her crown, her song, her country, and her NWO tyranny unity.  Babs doesn’t need Maria Shriver’s confirmation that It’s a Woman’s Nation.  From her high tiara seat, she need only gaze in any direction.

Tomorrow, the three aligned eggs will be buried.  Mother was off the nest, distracted by mere national pomp, as America celebrated Herself.

The human race is not an experiment. 

The difference between Nature and Woman is that Nature knows she isn’t independent.

Even a country robin can tell you that.

Little Dynamo didn’t chirp much on the Fourth.  While the Goddess of the North gazed heavenward with vast anticipation, l.d. consoled his dad, face down and spread across his own livingroom rug, blood seeping from his head. 

Never was any investigation.  Babs ruled no fowl play.  She’s the boss.

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For who hath despised the day of small things?  for they shall rejoice, and shall see the plummet in the hand of Zerubbabel with those seven.   (Zechariah 4:10)

 

AF’s latest highlights the District of Columbia’s subway system, featuring the Red Line running along the Roslyn MaryLand border.  AF and Egg Salad Annie saw MedUSA in the system layout — tho typically Yrs Trooly missed it.

Doe from Prover!

Master-Mason Gen’ral George’s city, in The Goddess’ District, envisioned, designed, created, constructed, and operated for Her Herness – the head/brain of Noo-vo Atlantis and its New Wroman Order. 

 

 

Reviewing last week’s a-sign-ment:

Yeah now I’m running down California 5
with your laughter in my head
gonna have to block it out somehow to survive
’cause those dreams are dead
and I’m alive

 (Jax’ son)

 

Jackson 5 demarcates our prior psychotic break literary gem something, wherein we stared down MedUSA in Cybergulch, Air-a-Zona, while the Townspeople scurried to grab the last Red Line outta Doomsville.

A few hours after posting “All Along the Red Line,” Michael Jackson succumbed to bladeless — but no less effective – regicide.

“Jax” above is Clyde Jack Browne, father of Clyde Jackson Browne of Lost Angeles.  Jackson’s pop “Jaks” was an ex-serviceman and musician with Django Reinhardt, Mahalia Jackson, and others.  Jaks worked for Stars and Stripes in Germany, where Jackson incarnated.  (See Jim Morrison, the band America, etc.)

 

 

Like Jackson Browne, Michael Jackson is a puer aeturnus, that mysterious entity so fascinating to Jung and von Franz, to mystic and theologian alike.   The collective conscious knew Michael as King of Pop, but in Snorry Mindburg he’s apriori, his semi-divinity as obvious as that of Christ, Dionysus, Attis, or John Barleycorn.

Like fellow pharmaki JFK and Elvis, Michael Jackson’s death was collective regicide – I shouted out “Who killed the Kennedys?”/when after all/it was you and me — with guidance by the Secret Commonwealth, who take microscopic interest in the puer, for reasons we’ll skip at present.

Neither JFK nor Elvis were puer, but all three deaths were preparatory rites in an overarching masonic working – one of the lesser-known rites.

Returning to the subterranean Red Line Strand of Goddess Columbia’s snakewig, Fairhall’s “Twilight Over Mumbai” of Dec. 20, 2008, cites another aspect of these Rose Line cereal-moany concertos:

 

In this post from last December, I reviewed the movie ‘I Am Legend’; a film described by the uber-geek at my local SynchComp Odeon as concerning ‘not zombies- but vampires.’ Lodging itself snugly in my gourd, that little nugget of reportage seemed keenly significant even then… but why? I began understanding why a couple of weeks later, when, in the midst of investigating the (morbidly fascinating) story of Meredith Kercher- and Amanda Knox, America’s Favourite Bad Girl- I discovered a YouTube video posted by Rudy Hermann Geude, currently beginning a thirty year jail sentence for his part in the murder. It was a story with considerable occult pedigree, and Guede’s self-description, captured on video and transcribed below, seemed to encapsulate that perfectly…here.)here. According to this theory- devised by Gabriella Carlizzi, a psychic investigator who claims to channel Padre Gabriele, a charismatic priest who died in 1984- the manga-fuelled murder was part of a broader Satanic rite of human sacrifice originally planned for the night of Halloween. (See here.)

‘Oh my God,’ said the well-refreshed Guede. ‘I’m an extra-terra. I’m from alien earth who must be called human people. Oh Mamma. I’m a vampire. I’m Dracula. I’m gonna suck your blood.’ (Article

Vampires were evoked for a second time in that case when Italian prosecutors identified a vampire-themed manga comic owned by Guede’s co-accused, Raffaele Sollecito, as having inspired the killing.

 

Plenty o work for Professor van Helsing in today’s Free Fly Zone! 

Vampire and murderer Rudy Guede’s middle name, Hermann, matches Lake Herman – Ness West – prominent in our last post.  On Vallejo’s Lake Herman Road, near the marshy and low lake itself, Zodiac enjoyed his first public ritual slavetaking, shooting two local kids to death.  Then he plopped in his car and pulled away regally, his tail-lights crocodile eyes, sinking into the tule fog. 

Last rumble we soldered The Willow Palin Incident to the subsequent 5.5 shakeytown at Willow, Alaska.  Willows thrive in the Valley of the Moon . . . and at Blue Rock Springs, site of the second slaying . . . probably some on the banks of murky Lake Herman, too.

Water-loving Willow, one of Wicca’s “nine sacred trees.”  Witche’s Tree.  Tree of the Goddess.

 

 

Zodie’s first rite-site was Lake Herman, just downhill from the Water Pumping Station, on almost the exact borderline between Vallejo and Benicia, the latter perched coquettishly on Carquinez Strait’s north bank.  Both Mari-time towns are in a County named after a Suisunes Tribe injun, but adhering to occult solar overlays:  Solano.  (Recall here the Rafael Sollecito moniker.  San Rafael is about 20 miles southwest of Vallejo.)

Next,  Zodie – in his Lord High Executioner drag from The Mikado, the little snipe – struck literally on the shore of Lake Berryessa . . . a site frequented by teen  l.d. . . .- and then killed a taxi-driver (hell-o de niro) atop Pacific/Presidio Heights in San Francisco, overlooking the bay, ocean and Golden Gate Bridge.

 

Kalifornia State Capitol at Benicia (active 1853-54)

 

Benicia was named after General Mariano Guadalupe Vallejo’s wife, Francisca Benicia Carillo de Vallejo.

A century after Benicia’s inheritance of Kali’s Forum Legislature, little dynamo fell into the world, enjoying uncountable outings over the years at Blue Rock Springs Park and Golf Course, where his grandfather was Course Marshal.   Fifteen years later, on July 6, 1969, Zodiac killed two kids in their cars, under the willows and eucalyptus where l.d.’s father once parked, treating his sons to a late-Saturday afternnoon nine holes.  As a toddler, l.d. was already a clubhouse regular.

The operations of Pharaoh and the Mom-in-Chief are no less overt — though perhaps less conscious — than the death-rites of Sollecito, Rudy Hermann Guede, and Zodiac.  [It'll piss him off to get grouped with these others!] :O)

la la la . . . anyway, all are involved in blood-magickal rites as instruments of necro-cults — no less than the Bushies and their Boney-Maroneys.

There has been no change in the Agenda.  Thank Goddess the nation’s delivered from those East Coast spook-o-frats and their horrid whitemaleness, and given into the soft, clever hands of Pharaoh, cyborg changeling of the Multicorrect Matricks.

Zodie loves to dress-up too, Mr. President!  Pageantry and theatre!

 

 

Barack Zodiac

 

Happily, we’ve fabricated encountered many occasions to drag out our BarackZodiac shtick.

Consider this another. 

Don’t even click away.  We’ll know before you do!  Deserters will be found. 

Egg Salad Annie – whose front porch lately confirms her name, according to Robin Hood – humours us by viewing Obie’s signature through the eyes of Gregg Shorthand.  Back in the Pliocene, when Annie and Little Dynamo roamed the Erf, secretaries codified dictation via a system of standardized notations, example:

 

 

 

 

Annie, apparently dissatisfied that her autistic kid merely humiliated Ms. President at The Wonder Bowl, cites our BarackZodiac templar-twinning, then reproduces Obie’s book cover sig: 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gregg Shorthand compresses vocalizations into discrete squigglets.  In Pharaoh’s sig:

* the first half of the B, beginning at lower-left, corresponds to the dev sound

* the bottom curve of the B plus the curlicue/loop = the er or ur sound, or alternately, the oi or ou sound

* the mark between the B and O  = the il or ur sound

. . . roughly then, as the beest flies, devoil or perhaps devour 

Moving to the surname sig:

* the circle with vertical slash = an “exaggerated” I sound

* the squiggle emerging from the vertical slash, looking much like the P-wave of the sinus human heartbeat = am sound

So, devoil or devour I am interpreted by a former Gregg Shorthandist, combined with the ZodiacBarack “O” (=the world) – well, let’s say it’s suggestive.  Mite ’spicious.

 

 

Well, that’s about all we have time to traumatize you with for the moment.  No doubt meaty enough to tide us all over.

Ah Dios!

Ninth-inning note: check Mr. Pasta Bake for “felicitous” willow-watching.

* The kruggerands are still unarrived.  Please tell us the error’s in shipping.

All Along the Red Line

 

I’m just mad about fourteen

 

 

fourteen’s mad about me

 

(top: October 27, 1970 “Halloween Card” from the Zodiac, announcing his fourteenth victim; bottom: Patriot Palins; lyric: “Mellow Yellow”)

 

Any ‘jokes’ about raping my 14-year-old are despicable. Alaskans know it and I believe the rest of the world knows it, too.

– Todd Palin

 

What a fine White House 2012 addition the Palin Family will make for our New Woman Order!

– Mayor Hector C. Bato, B.M.F.,  inviting the Palin Posse to Eagle Pass, Texas, for a Peckerwood Hill Weenie Roast

 

As drearily debriefed last missive, the matriarchal meme of Sarah Palin’s village family, if not already sufficiently blunt, crystallized in the aftermath of a lame David “Red” Letter-Man joke about a Yankees player “knocking up” Palin’’s eldest dotter, the already once-knocked Bristol.

Catty kitty Dave. 

From there, the tableaux suddenly ratchets to charges of advocating rape of a fourteen-year-old, Willow, Palin’s middle daughter.  Demeter raging in defense of Demeter Persephone.

  

 victim’s car door showing Zodie’s “slave tally” – evidence from knifings at Lake Berryessa, midst Kalifornia’s Valley of the Moon

 

Last yak mentioned Mare Island/Vallejo again, and thissun kicked off with Zodiac’s 4-teen Halloween card.

[The sentimental old salt.  Sniffle.]

From a page called “He“:

“Surrounded by water on three sides, Vallejo was a water town – home for Zodiac, a water-obsessed killer…” ZODIAC UNMASKED p.2.

Satan, who is water-0bsessed, comes from the sea or lakes where he was drowned. Mark 5-13. And in the end a lake figures in his doom. Revelations 21-8. Also the name Vallejo is very close to the word “valley.” The following shows that a valley is significant to Old Scratch:

The Valley of Hinnom had a very horrendous history in ancient times. It was used as a place where the pagan worshipers did all sorts of vile and wicked things – including burning children alive as sacrifices to the idols Moloch and Ball. One section of the valley was called Tophet, or the “fire-stove,” where the children were slaughtered (2 Kings 23:10). It was a place of tremendous evil for many years.

 

 

We’ve scrutinized Zodie, Vallejo, and the mystical topography of the North Bay Area B-4, to use Zodiacese . . . along with tussling Manson’s Arctic seabasilisk (an amphibian actually, like the polliwog/frog) and endless other nautical occulture — most recently, “Crossing the Line.”  

The valley in  ”He” indeed is Vallejo, only partly after its founder, General Marianno Guadalupe Vallejo — though geophysically “valley” references the adjacent Napa-Sonoma valleys, the Kalifornia Wine Kountry collectively called “The Valley of the Moon.”  Giza West.

Note drawn sickle moons at bottom of Zodie postcard, and recall our chitchats about the late nineteenth-century “ Good Templars Orphanage” on the verdant and breastful hills overlooking Vallejo and the Carquinez Straits –very near the site of Zodiac’s first lovers-lane cereal-moany, on Lake Her-Man Road.

 

 

Pharaoh — all on his own, the big boy, no more dideys for you!– equated himself with the Egyptian Priest Qar/Kar.   Vallejo is separated from Mare Island by the Carquinez Strait which leads — under gaze of Mt. Diablo — to the Abyss Duat hm one more chance . . . Pacific.  Qar + quin (five) + Z, with quin also Cain.  A strait is a narrow nautical passage, and/or a danger or crucible.  AF reminds that cropcircle or Otherwise, the ubiquitous “jellyfish” = MedUSA. 

 

Yeah now I’m running down California 5
with your laughter in my head
gonna have to block it out somehow to survive
’cause those dreams are dead
and I’m alive

 (Jax’ son)

 

Carvaggio’s Medusa, porthole agape in prosecution, circles us back all enantiodromic-like to PalinGenesis, and them trippy trip sisters. 

Question to the Dreaming Mind:  in this modern-day TV re-enactment of the Demetrian/Eleusinian “Mysteries,” why not invoke Piper, the youngest daughter, for full mass-hysteric value? . . . max  Kore kaaba dramatae?   

Answer from the Awake Mind: because no mountains in Alaska are named Piper.

 

 

Yo Dorothy, look who sportin’ yo kicks.  

In the wake of The Red Witch Alaska Governor Palin’s Cerelean Meltdown, a 5.5 earthquake surfaced, prompting Anchorage folk to haul same and burrow ‘neath deck and desk.  (Linked story quotes 5.4, USGS has it 5.5.)

The jolt centered near Willow, Alaska.  Not Piper, Alaska.  Which unexists, townwise.

On Good Friday, March 27, 1964 — about four months after JFK’s kingkill — a 8.6 earthquake and tsunami weighed Anchorage.

 

 

 

 

On the original Good Friday

. . . when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.   At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom.  The earth shook and the rocks split. 

(Matthew 27: 50-51)

 

There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it.  His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
 

(Matthew 28: 2-4)

 

‘Twas a fussy, mussy Monday, postsolstice partum blues, as the Deal went twinning down the Red Line, on the skirts of the Virgin’s State, in the liminate funkzone between Columbia’s District and Mary’s Land.

A subway train piloted by Jeanice McMillan of Springfield, Virginia, plowed highpeed into a train ahead, killing nine and injuring more than 70.

National Transportation Safety Board Spokesperson Debbie Hersman and Co. are investigating the worst accident in Metrorail’s 33-year history.  

Like Vallejo P.D., drawing chalklines on Lake Her(s)man Road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

credit: Zodiac Killer Facts

 

Such a man is the antichrist—he denies the Father and the Son.  (1 John 2:22)

 

Pharaoh, that grinning megaphone of MedUSA, again celebrated Fathers Day by threatening and chiding American men for their faults and irresponsibility.  Our mother-in-law commander, married to Mom-in-Chief.  The masses love ‘em.

Obie didn’t “dream of his father. ”  He capitalized on him in a national climate of pandemic male-hating.  Mom and granny — and then those more clever, if no less virulent – groomed this gelding from the gate.  As with that other gonadal M.I.A., Bill Clinton, the Alkhemical Chessmasters of R’lyeh use Barack’s daddy-rage to further demonize maleness, to divide us from our Father.   Frontman Obie, the Gynogulag’s Presiding Dildo, making mammy not just proud, but ecstatic.

This blogger explains how Pharaoh and The Gals cooked the “Stimulus Package”:

A current story in The Weekly Standard by Christina Hoff Sommers details how NOW and its cohorts lobbied the Obama administration — successfully — to redirect the stimulus plan towards female jobs and away from infrastructure investment. (You may remember Sommers as the woman who was brave enough to take apart Carol Gilligan in her book “The War Against Boys”.)
This, despite the fact that this recession, as we all know, has hit men very disproportionately. As Sommers points out, 80% of the jobs lost in the United States between December 2007 and May 2009 were male jobs.

. . .  This war against men is entering a new phase, readers. They’ve taken our families and children from us. They’ve taken away any respect for us in society and the culture. They’ve taken our boys from us and repressed and emasculated them so that girls could surpass them. And now they’re coming after our jobs, full stop.

. . . The bitch queen of Mordor has turned her evil eye towards us, and slammed her pink fists down in her wrath against low status men.

 

See The Water Connection (scroll to page bottom.)

 

That concludes today’s tour.  Cheerio.  We’re off to meet Jack Fate at the Snowman Promenade.

Mind your step departing the bus.

The funeral directors calculate while the broken cars are dragged, screeching, off the Red Line.  The servants of D.C. matrons clatter tea-ware, the upstairs rooms abuzz with high, insistent voices.  Birds retreat deep into lush summer trees.

It’s a party! 

In a snug, tidy sloop on the North Bank of the Potomac, Medusa lounges in a beanbag chair, picking at the little fabric-clots on her bathrobe.  She’s occasionally daubing her toenails black, watching Deal of the Century.  When the party voices rise, her hair sways harmony. 

Across country a heavy, bespectacled man hikes an evening hilltop, playing it back, glancing out over the water, mumbling to himself in numbers.  By switchback he descends, a languid parashootist.  At the valley floor he crosses a broken-striped blacktop road and vanishes, merging with the tule fog that hugs Lake Herman.

Crossing the Line

 

 

Wed Jun 10, 3:32 am ET

 

TOKYO (AFP) – Meteorologists in Japan say the rainy season has just started in Tokyo, but residents in a small coastal town have reported a different phenomenon — tadpoles dropping out of the sky. . . .

Similar events — in what is sometimes called the “Fafrotskies” phenomenon, short for “fall from the sky” — have been reported around the world, with whirlwinds passing over water bodies and picking up frogs, jellyfish or other unfortunate animals before dumping them back to earth.

 

Polly Wogs, Jelly Fish and Mug Wumps fer as the Eye can sea.

Hard rain, old plague.  Beestie Airy.

 

Fair thee well, fair thee well
Fair thee well my fairy fey
For I’m going to Loosiana
just to see my Susieanna
singin’ Polly Wolly Doodle all the day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Jellyfish Lightning” over France on June 5, 2009

 

[On the same day, Pharaoh met with "Call me Dino" Sarkozy in Paris.  Next day at Normandy Pharaoh celebrated Operation Overlord and Operation Neptune along with Prince Philip, Gordon Brown, Sarkozy, and a cast of thousands, mostly Dead White Males.  See Annie's "Overlord Day."]   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tadpole, or pollywog, is liminal both in life-cycle and environment, temporarily aquatic and larval.  In the Tokyo example, they inhabit a rare and alien third dimension, atmosphere.

We’ve discussed the occult, intelligence, and MK  aspects of the British and American navies, along with mercantile extensions such as the East India Company.  The recent trail extends from Queen Elizabeth and Dee to our modern Templar/pirate global orgs, Skull and Bones et al. 

As with Egypt, navies are synonymous with occult rites and operations, enslavement, and torture/ brutality – with frequent elements of homosexuality, overt or otherwise.

Whether earthly or celestial, seas are like minds: navigable, largely unconscious, open to plunder.

The nautical ceremony  “Crossing the Line” initiates, though various rites, sailors called Polliwogs from “Equitorial Maidenhood.”

Larval sailors thus transform into Shellbacks . . . alternately are called The Sons of Neptune. 

Ho Ho Ho and a Bottle of Sark!

Apparently the last (official) holdout for Crossing the Line hijinks was the California Maritime Academy, located in the town hosting Mare Island Naval Shipyard, the first two Zodiac slayings, Marine World U.S.A. and so much more . . . Vallejo, Kalifornia.  Birthplace of yurz trooly.  

 

 

In Matthew Benedict’s Crossing the Line, the whole Invisible Circus shows up: Neptune and his Mer-Maid, Davy Jones, the Priest, and a Bonesman looming over the victim pollywog, playing Master of Cereal Moanies.

Whipping, often severe, was the typical pollywog punishment of the sadists sailors, along with various semi-drownings — Matthew Benedict’s work prefigures the preferred method of our latest crew – waterboarding.

The Details matter, you see.  Carrying on the tradition.

In the painting, all the actors are entranced by the danse macabre, except the red devil, who poses, staring out over the mindwaves.

But . . . hey, Skull n Bones, that’s all behind u.s. now.  The Western World is finally brainwashed mobilized against Those Evil White Males.  Now its Yes We Can witht Pharaoh, Michelle, Oprah, Hillary,  Sotomayor, and Little Sasha.

Speaking of Demetrian (all the) Rages

 
Sarah Palin: Letterman owes women an apology

Sarah Palin says David Letterman owes an apology to young women across the country for his joke about her daughter. . . .

 “I would like to see him apologize to young women across the country for contributing to kind of that thread that is throughout our culture that makes it sound like it is OK to talk about young girls in that way, where it’s kind of OK, accepted and funny to talk about statutory rape,” she said. “It’s not cool. It’s not funny.”

Letterman has said his joke was about Palin’s 18-year-old daughter Bristol, who is an unwed mother (no name was used). Problem was, the Alaska governor was traveling with 14-year-old Willow. Palin said it took Letterman time to think of the “convenient excuse” that he was talking about Bristol instead of Willow.

 

A stupid and lame joke, but . . . how does doofus Letterman owe “women” an apology?  How is that, exactly?

Unless, of course, we all assume existence of our some impossible hypothetical American matriarchy, in which an Offensen against The Goddess A Woman by Them Perpetrating Men is a collective Offense. . . .

Demeter could’ve defended Persephone privately, but following modern precedent chose to hystericize it deep into the Dreaming Mind, pinning the Scarlet Letter on Man,  ramping-up the feminist BabTower SexWar, and bleeding the political effect.

Halfway to

 

Zeig Heil there O Palinogenic One!

 

 

 

No wonder young girls especially have such low self-esteem in America when we think it’s funny for a so-called comedian to get away with such a remark as he did,” she [Palin] said.

 

 

 

PalinGenesis: There’s No Place Like Homeland

 

As for “getting away with it,” the powerful celebrity, David Letterman, hastily went into Total Grovel Mode, mewling apologies . . . Larry Summers Syndrome.

David “Red” Letterman has mega-millions and good health.  How about “I messed up if I hurt the kid’s feelings, the joke was  a cheap shot. . . but who elected you God, bitch?”

Decamp to The Archipelago.  Retain your gonads.

Oh well.  Little Dynamo’s gonna go visit Across The Pond, where men are still

 

 

Whoops.  Hold that flight.

Hey Sarah!  He’d make a great bride for one of your kids!

:O)

But Sarah’s right, America needs to crack down on this sort of thing.

 

PARIS, Texas – A teenager who has profound mental disabilities was sentenced to 100 years in prison after pleading guilty to charges in a sex abuse case involving his 6-year-old neighbor. . . .

“He couldn’t understand the seriousness of what he did,” said his father, Robert Hart. “I never dreamed they would think about sending him to prison. When they said 100 years — it was terror, pure terror, to me.”

 

Wonder what Bubba and sixty years in a cell will do to this naive, marginally-aware boy?

Serves him right.  Except if he’s a her.

Then strike-through all the above.

In 2003, Lisa Diaz — of Texas — drowned two kids, six and three, in the bathtub.  Determined insane, released in 2006, with no criminal record.

In 2003, Deanna Laney — of Texas – bashed two kids, ages six and eight, in the heads with a rock until dead.  A third child, fourteen months old, was said to “survive.”  Not guilty by insanity.

In 2004, Dena Schlosser — of Texas – cut off the arms off a fourteen-month-old.  The child bled to death.  As with Lisa Diaz, Schlosser was cured by the State of Texas and released in 2009.  No criminal record.

In 2001 Andrea Yates — of Where Else — drowned five kids in the tub, declared insane.  Yates’ case was a bit too public for an early “curing” and release by the State of Texas . . . but no doubt they’re chomping-at-the-bit to get Andrea back in the mix with Schlosser and Diaz.

Not to mention the now-common occurrence of female teachers “having sex with” (but not molesting or raping) schoolboys, and getting suspended sentences from the same Goddess Justice who condemns mentally disabled male teenagers to 100 years.  

Something foul, crawling across the skin of the Earth.

Polliwogs, jellyfish, and mugwumps.  All the old disease, sub marine surfaced.

 

The Further Adventures of Mr. Potato Tut

hieroglyph of Qar, Egyptian priest and judge

 

REALM

 

Hereabouts we assumed equivalence of Pharaoh & Queen Tiya with both geophysical and spiritual Khem from Jumpstation Uno.   Thus routine Anubis-mockings and Michelle MAulings.  

A homecoming long-anticipated in many quarters.  Dol Guldur, re-possessed. 

Certainly Pharaoh as leader of Earth’s most powerful nation caps the triangle for diverse interests.  Spiritual Egypt empowered, manifested as premiere global force.  The ancient Ban restored, mater magna-d, Orwell valedictus, masked and anonymous unmasked.

The celestial going-forth of Pharaoh, and earthly re-arrival as deity, is at kaabic kore of ancient Egyptian cosmology, that mondopagan civilization’s guiding intent and religion.   Djedic loops sealed, tail-meets-mug, Big Gulp Serpens.

 

 

As with the Special Olympics bowling bumble, Obama’s attempt at self-deprecation goes ker-splot .  (Sports Recap:  Autistic Kid 63, Pharaoh 37, victory by 26 yhvh.  Special Effects: pros from dover.)

From CBS News on June 4:

Serving as Mr. Obama’s guide in Giza was Dr. Zahi Hawass, Secretary-General of Egypt’s Supreme Council of Antiquities. He led the way in and around the pyramids and the Sphinx, including a visit to the Tomb of Qar, who Hawass described as a well-known priest, scholar and judge in ancient Egypt. On the wall were hieroglyphs of Qar, primitive images engraved in the stone. He was a thin man man with big ears.

“That looks like me!” exclaimed President Obama. “Look at those ears.”

The president summoned to his top aides to take a look, and repeated his observation about the Qar hieroglyph.

“Look, that’s me,” he told them. None of his senior staff was willing to disagree with the boss. Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel smiled politely, if not knowingly.

 

Yeah.  If not.

Presiding as co-priest with Zahi (”Happy”) Hawass, Chief Rahm — who we sheesh-ka-bobbed onced or twiced ourselfs — confirms Pharaoh’s Return, after the Glorious Descent down Starecase Sirius, incarnation in Uttermost West, domination and indoctrniation by mammy and mammy grandy, thenceforth initiation at Columbia and Harvard Law.  Djem-stone polishing in Columbia’s own Heartland, Chicago.  Loki Coreuptus.

. . . and Saul wed Jezebel, aligning to her grid-nexus, the Daley Demo Deal Machine.   Ley Lady Leyl

Hawass unveiled the Boy King’s face in 2007, so his current touting of Tut-to-Barack wasn’t exactly a blurt.

Barack Hussein Obama is a boy, initiated into everything but manhood.  Born in the Matriarchal Matrix, lacking even the tribal rites that atttempt to separate boys from maternal dominion,  Barack’s never broken the apron strings.  He’s a biological father, and a psychological child, all id beneath the Teleprompter.

Standing next to Michelle, Malia, and Little Sasha, he’s not a father.  He’s just another of the kids.

He’s not a man’s man.  He’s not even a woman’s man . . . and pity these.  He’s just a big, goofy, cunning kid.  With a wife more subtle by far. 

Chief Exec, starchild of Grendel Modor.  Khaos Monstitution.

Suited to devotees of an Age of Horus, Barack’s global popularity, for a political leader, is already far beyond precedent. 

 

 

  

Tink supplies the “Monster Jellyfish Crop Circle” new-etched in Oxfordshire.   Note the kabballic seven segments rung by Ma Bell.  (Oxford’s a frequent victim herein, and Ben Fairhall speared the Mari-time NWO Cthulhu Jellyfish well before It surfaced, in his Tentacle/UFO series from January at the DB.)

Battling the Behemoth, from “That Hideous Strength“:

But by far the most significant forerunner to the Conisholme event was an extraordinary report filed on New Year’s Day and published in the Daily Telegraph on January 12. Its author was one Lyn Meall, who was returning with four others from a Hogmanay celebration in the Scottish Highlands. ‘We were driving through forestry when we spotted four orange balls of light in the sky ahead of us,’ she is quoted as saying. ‘Then another one emerged to our right which had silver tentacles reaching down from it towards the ground, like an octopus.’ Of the similarity between this and the description given by John Harrison just three days later, Meall said she was ‘convinced that they were the same things.’

 

 

Ben also mentions the Fortean sesame of Bell — well-depicting the Oxfordshire design.  (Bel being  deific cognate.)

Re-gandering the Qar hiero, the reusrrected Obie ET. . . the “body” is composed of a triangle/pyramid, thus pharaoh as human capstone.  (Recall our posts on OS University’s doliocephalic Head Coach Robinson, Michelle’s brother.)  

 

 

Hey, either that or it’s a little girl’s dress.  Which fits too.

‘Mongst Egyptian iconography, Ole Qosmic Qar conjures the Osiric “resurrection bulbs” of the djed apparati.

 

 

 

 

 

In the bottom image, the entities flanking the djed, and closing its circuit (ObaPharaoh back in Egypt) likewise dopple the Priest Qar.

Only because you’re You, at no Xtr charge we’ll also toss in Them Grey Ale Lee Yunz and Crowley’s LAM:

 

. . . and seeings how we’ve prised open the Dion Fortune-Warwick Psycho Hotline

 

  

You better believe it, buster.  Mr. Potato Tut.

Shoes: blue suede.  Suggestion: do not step on.  He is in a snit.  Fried.  Oooh!  Tap tap tap.

Nor does the hat suggest gruntledness.

Now, l.d. isn’t saying the U.S. President is the reincarnated Egyptian Priest Qat, indwelled by a (likely Sirian) extraterrestrial (LAM?) and by Mr. Potato Head.  He’s not staking his shaky cred on fringe shit like that.  Smudges the conservative image.

It’s not like Obama’s actually Priest Qar.  More like a sum and synthesis of all pharaohs.  All the liars.  All the enslavers.  All the dickless fuckheads.

Hydra Fay-row, not the archetype’s result but its source, impressed on Brittanic grainland, druid soil long familiar with Cerelean/Demetrian rites.  Soil once fed, always thirsty.  Agegypt Aggre gat US.

 

 

The HQ of the Vile Valley, Egypt, where Ramesses II Our President debarqued el suncharioto lustrously to champion that most downtrodden and oppressed of all creatures since creation . . .  that Vast Sistern of Bottomless Aggrievment . . .  the American Woman.  (Cue Guess Who.)

 

The sixth issue — the sixth issue that I want to address is women’s rights.

(APPLAUSE)

I know, and you can tell from this audience, that there is a healthy debate about this issue. I reject the view of some in the West that a woman who chooses to cover her hair is somehow less equal. But I do believe that a woman who is denied an education is denied equality.

(APPLAUSE)

And it is no coincidence that countries where women are well-educated are far more likely to be prosperous.

Now let me be clear, issues of women’s equality are by no means simply an issue for Islam. In Turkey, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, we’ve seen Muslim-majority countries elect a woman to lead.

Meanwhile, the struggle for women’s equality continues in many aspects of American life and in countries around the world. I am convinced that our daughters can contribute just as much to society as our sons.

(APPLAUSE)

Our common prosperity will be advanced by allowing all humanity, men and women, to reach their full potential. I do not believe that women must make the same choices as men in order to be equal. And I respect those women who choose to live their lives in traditional roles. But it should be their choice.

That is why the United States will partner with any Muslim-majority country to support expanded literacy for girls and to help young women pursue employment through micro-financing that helps people live their dreams.

 

Attractive lies, comfortable lies, profitable lies, charmingly popular lies.  Lies worthy of Belial!!

 

 

More Bel wringing: seems our Wise Latina Woman, Sonia Sotomayor,  is an active member in a secretive, female-only group, the Belizean Grove, founded as “the female answer to the Bohemian Grove.”

The scamps.

Turns out that, opposite of Pharaoh’s claims,  Ms. Sotomayor has been touting with frequency and full smugola her Latina Wiseness and Superiority  over those mutants of a lesser god, Uncolored Males.

Now that’s Egalitee!  The Empowered Ones – dissatisfied with elite manlings snurfing after the goddess and each others’ bungholes — form their own coven.

Sotomayor proudly chirps, to all who approve, that she’s an Affirmative Action Baby.  For every one of her that got Full Rides to Princeton and Yale Law, some working-class white shmuck — often brighter and more industrious than our Wise Latina — went to the local junior college, then wiped tables in pizza parlors to afford a cheap state uni.

Many of those guys were veterans who risked their asses so Ms. Sotomayor could twinkle along the Yellow Brick Road to certain power.  Ms. Sotomayor, brimming with Wise Latina Superiority, will now further disenfranchise and war upon the EWM from behind the Goddess’ gavel.

 

When the Confederate army that had been defeated at the battles of Champions Hill and Black River retreated into the fortifications of Vicksburg, they were greeted by scornful women. The ladies told the common soldiers that they should be ashamed to have been beaten by the Yankee army.

 

From Sotomayor’s fem-only Belizean Grove — cause Moloch is so yesterday — we reel back to yet another idol outpost, the Midnight Oasis itself, old kountry-ways Khem, fragrant as the dragon’s tail, where Barack Hussein laid out The Rules under today’s New Woman Order.

In America, the stronghold of that Order, men and boys grow desperate and feral.

 

The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

(”Visions of Johanna”)

 

All the incidents have readable signatures, but perhaps the most recent of note is the slaying of Wesleyan student Johanna Justin-Jinich in Middletown, Connecticut on May 6.

. . . middle (earth) town in the coagula-et-solve  State.  Another U.S. male giving his Class Evaluation to alma mater, this time while Justin-Jinich worked at a campus cafe, Broad [slang for "woman"] Street Books.  Wesleyan suggests West-Law — the brand name of standard Western legal tomes in common use . . . so, Dea Ley.

Jinich = djinn-itch.

The middle name, Justin, is also a hidden legalism, combining justice and tin.  (Jump on The Weirdwagon to visit the Tin Man in Chicago’s Oz Park.  Annie reminds that D-Day — June 6, two days after Pharaoh revisited Giza — was Operation Overlord, and the assault phase Operation Neptune.)

 

 

 

The day before Stephen Morgan killed Johanna Justin-Jinich, he packed everything, telling his father he was moving to Newport, Rhode Island.  (From the Dreaming Mind’s perspective, Stephen told God that he was relocating to the beast’s belly — that is, going to war.)

Rhode Island (Cecil Rhodes, a crucial NWO devotee and financier) ought be sufficiently erk-y.

Ditto new and port.  The New Port is the NWO.  Fay-row’s even a lefthanded leftist.

But Newport, R.I. (P.) harbors one of the most mysterious megaliths in the New World, the pillared Newport Tower.

 

The circular fortress migdal is typical of pagan ceremonial designs for the Magdal or Goddess of matriarchal ages.  The Newport Tower smells like pre-colonial Templarism, Henry the Navi-gator or somesuch.  Planting the Homeland Flag!  (Could certainly be earlier in construction however.)

Stephen Morgan is a name long known to l.d.  It’s the (purportedly) pseudonomic screen-name of Sir Dole of Scum, whose link is featured on this blogroll.  He long posted many years under that name on Usenet as — among other things — an antifeminist.  His most recent post, “A warm gun” (har har) combines sensible observation and solid occult analysis.

In a tour-de-force of noncommittance,  Stephen claims “no memory” of the Johanna shooting.

“Morgan” of course is the most infamous name in modern Masonry.  Capttain William Morgan was the nineteenth century victim of a (likely) Brethren-hit that provided impetus for many decades of widespread anti-masonic movements in the U.S.

Just to chap Oprah’s nipples , Dole Scum’s Stephen Morgan links to Glenn Sacks’ post in which Sacks quotes The Nation’s Katha Pollitt:

 

But in one way, she (Justin-Jinich) was far from unusual.  She was a woman killed by a man because she was a woman.   (The Nation, 6/1/09)

 

Justin-Jinich’s killer had an anti-Semitic fixation, and apparently a romantic obsession.  Sacks is right to call Katha Pollitt, The Nation, and the American Medea on its misandry.  Pollitt’s rhetoric is intentionally incendiary, pandering for more fem-power by equating Morgan’s action to an attack on all female-kind.

Which, as you’ve been shown, it was.   Inside the Dreaming Mind. 

But neither Pollitt nor The Nation knew that.  Heck, Mr. Morgan very likely didn’t know it.  He was spluttering about Jews.

There’s no evidence that Morgan targeted Justin-Jinich as representative of femininity.  The Dreaming Mind leaves fingerprints, not DNA and screeds.

Pollitt and The Nation got caught with their fat little hands in the Unconscious Jar, trying to agit-prop a glassy and unfathomable  sea.  

Pollitt and The Nation assure that it’s commom for men to kill women simply becuase they are female.   This is absurd, it’s actually quite rare but — thanks to The Gynogulag — is becoming more common.  Pollitt, like almost all Western Medea, expresses a collective paranoid fear as a reality, and then by attitude and policy, with an impetus of empowerment, goes about forging her dysfuction into reality.

The Medea seek to stimulate and further co-opt the collective female hindbrain, exciting and confirming its fear/selfish repto-centers, medulla mumbojumbo that convinces US Consumers that

1) money must be spent and things must be purchased to Be Secure and fill The Abyss within

2) harsher measures (on males only) are required; The Gulag is not only necessary, not only inevitable, it’s all that stands between American girls and Stephen Morgan.

 

The Dreaming Mind, like the Moon, mirrors the Gorgon’s true face, filling it with the harsh light of incarnation.  We see the Beest a-Pollitt-ticking, electromagged to Earth, raging against its confinement, constellating Stephen Morgans licketysplit, means to its own end.

 

I don’t know why I done it
Honest it ain’t like me
But I ain’t sad now I done it
‘Cause a baby boy has got to be free

(”Pigeon Song“)

 

 CONQUEST

 

The Pokemon, X-Box, Nintendo and Wii worlds of modern Western boys grasp subliminally the “invisible” reality of spiritual warfare on Earth.  In Michael Clayton, George Clooney confidently underplays a character who has been Set-up for dismemberment (via carbomb) by monitor-lizard and super-lawyer Tilda Swinton.

In an affectionate gesture, Clayton’s little boy lends another character a Realm & Conquest speculative-fiction book, called Summons to Conquest.  When that character, Arthur,  is murdered Clayton investigates his apartment, finding the book handily prominent, pagemarked, and illustrated by a horse and tree atop a hill’s horizon-line.  Subsequently while driving, on noticing three horses, tree, and hill, Clayton impulsively (unconsciously) pulls off a country road. 

Clayton gets out, drawn to the horses his personal Dreaming Mind already knows, introduced “outside time” by his son . . . while back downhill, the bomb harmlessly explodes. 

The skeleton-key nature of the boy’s “little book” is artfully done, and eminently missable given the film’s temporal discombobulations.  Yet the whole matter turns on the boy’s loving gesture towards Arthur, which “indirectly” saves his own father.

Bad news for Tilda Krippen Swinton and The Firm.

 

SERVICE

 

Nick:  Yes.  South Oleo interest.  You should understand Thin Tin Man Roi to us.  You not in outside lane to us. Tin Man I O U.  Your to Most High for us! 

(”Qim Tunes”)

To Bolden Go Where Nobama’s Gone Before

  

SeeLanes swept by Anubis, Pharaoh’s sky-chariot locks on Cairo.

Our Oprahized Orphan Obamanation.  Gangsta Chicago, nouvaux Ground Zeraux.  Equalizing All Levels, pulling everything six thousand feet down to trenchtown. 

WGN America and its Tribune Company.  (”The Empire Never Went Off-Signal.”)

“T.V. You Can’t Ignore” . . . say what Chumleigh? . . . like a San Fran shanghai saloon, false fronting the mindfuck.

Last we heard, Illinois led the Swine Flu Sweepstakes in US.  The Boomer Generation and its nihilistic successors, fatherless and desperate, famished for mysticism without righteousness, for consumption without production, for political solutions to spiritual phenomena.  The Love Generation.  Authenticity Lite.

The nexus of the MasonicObamic Working = Illinois, heartland Chicago – with Hawai’i, as elsewhere discussed, prima materia oppositorum, a deathlands paradise.  Extending the Daley Machine to new heights of lowness.  Fresh treads ‘n fixins courtesy Elijah Muhammad.   

She of the West reconnoitered Pharobie’s sipapu in the Land of Ancestors, in context of Egypto-Chaldean magick – the current preferred solaroccult brand — and The Obamoid’s role as Sirian Phoenix.   Then we scoped the Chicago Sun-Times Bargebuilding – the BarackBarque – and the Chicago Trump Tower, initiated just before 9-1-1.

 

Obamonolith doppled in Trump Tower Chicago

 

Black Basalt wall (r) representing the Sons of Belial — Shrine of the Book, Jerusalem

 

Last August, just after the Trump Tower Chicago was capped, Obie called for Global Unity ‘neath the super-vision of Goddess Victory. 

 

 

Ill-i-noise drew swine flu like it magnetized the Mom-in-Chief’s cereally sirius discarnate soul.

 

Chicago! Chicago!
that toddlin’ town
Chicago! Chicago!
I will show you around

(F. Fisher; performed by Sinatra in 1957’s The Joker is Wild)

Though your brother’s bound and gagged
and they’ve cahined him to a chair
won’t you please come to Chicago just to sing

(G. Nash)

 

Following solid Bible chops, with input from Todd at TTLG, Ben Fairhall, and others, blogger JRed at this site mods the Demetrian/Cerelean Rites.   Featured is the Chicago Board of Trade building, topped by what a 1930 Time [Henry Luce] Magazine article called the “twinkling magnificence” of Ceres, the official Goddess of Chicago.

 

 

JRed – reconciling secular, topical, and biblical material – explores recent slayings during the early-April ”Cerelean Season,” e.g., Blacksburg in the Virgin’s State and  Columbine (= goddess Columbia.)  As discussed herein, the Zodiac is also an assassin of magna mater, a swiny satellite packing guns and blades with boar-tusk handles, instead of micro-orgs.  

Zodie stalks couples, destroys love between male and female.  Like Demeter he’s obsessively jealous, mad with ownership.  Quite a tagteam.

 

‘Cause when we stop and look around us
there is nothing that we need
in a world of persecution
that is burning in its greed

“Question” (J. Heyward)

 

 

The question-symbol of Ceres is only answerable by another Mystery.  Babalon.

It’s a broken, unwhole(some) and incomplete symbol for the collective feminine.  It’s Erich Neumann’s Terrilbe Mother, it’s Kali, it’s Madonna Niger, it’s the West’s matriarchates, Boomer Women going atomic, ragin’ at their agin’, warwagin’  Creation.  

Ceres’ mark, the missing link of chaos.

Kore Kore Kore.   Even threely, ain’t ever enough of you to go around.

The Rage of Demeter, otoh . . . now that’s an inexhaustible “archetype” . . . .  de ride’s over but de meter’s still ticking.

Trillionplus $ cosmetics industry?  Dear whales: fuckyouverymuch.  Vanity ain’t cheap.  Signed, le serpent rouge.

Eleusinian or Demetrian, Isis or Inanna, the mother-goddess rites spanned many millennia, for the same reason Oprah sells.  An American citizen considering the nation’s vast architectural  goddess-symbolism might cite  polyglot secularism, a borrowing of “the best” of diverse antiquities.

But Queen Victory staring down at Obie’s speechifying, or from the ceiling of the U.S. Congress . . . that’s in yo face.  The munchkins ain’t singin’ the Ding Dong Song.  Yet.

 Jred:

Why is it important for us students of Bible prophecy to understand the stories of the Egyptian/Greek/Roman gods and goddesses? Because like we’ve indicated on many occasions in the past, these are the very beings and dark forces that Satan established as counterfeits to Christ Jesus. More importantly, they’re the same beings that the dark forces controlling this world honor and worship.

 

Not exactly, but close enough.

On Saturn-day, our resurrected fay-row began fine-tuning NASA, the space agency sauteed in both Chaldeo-Egyptian astromagick and JFK’s blood.  Striking a blow for celestial politicization and the further militarization of “space,”  Pharaoh and Jezebel, drooling heavenward,  tapped former Marine general and space-shuttle commander Charles Bolden, Jr. to honcho NASA.

The linked article states:

“I think it’s good news and good for the agency,” said Frank Siezten, a Washington-based space consultant.

“All things being equal, he’ll come down on the side of the current architecture.”

 

In related Architectural Noos, Oboe named the multiculturally credentialed Lori Garver as Deputy Administrator. 

Bolden grew up in . . . Columbia, South Carolina.

[L.D.  loves doing that to you]

Companion Charleston, S.C . . . latitude thirty-three . . . U.S. Masonry Central.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where’s the basilisk’s spout come out?

 

General Bolden piloted the Goddess Columbia Space Shuttle in 1986, during a scenic tote that included one of his chief political allies, Florida Democrat Bill Nelson.  Florida’s been quite newsworthy recently for torturing kids.  They have a White House there too.

In 2003, Colunbia disintegrated above Palestine, Texas.  All seven aboard died.

The Phlistines snatched the ark.  For awhile.  Then Philistines started dying, and those that didn’t  got “emerods. ”

Not your average hemmies, no no no.   Nasty oozing purplers, big around as your ring finger.  Back then, wasn’t no ”bedrest.” 

No Prep H either!  No rubber doughnuts . . . nor much shade!  :O)

So to the Philistines, it qualified as Plague.

Ran around frazzled tying to give that ark back!

Anyway, the shuttle Atlantis was scheduled to land in Florida for Obie’s announcement of Bolden, but was weather-delayed.  America, we may have mentioned, is the masonic New Atlantis, the Homeland of the Goddess  re-emerged from the Deeps.  [Update: today Obamama stumped for a Palestinian Homeland]

 

“I would hope that a wise Latina woman with the richness of her experiences would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn’t lived that life,” said Judge Sotomayor, who is now considered to be near the top of President Obama’s list of potential Supreme Court nominees.

 

 

Better get the plus-size flying bubble for this hispanic hefty!  Maria can give you lessons!

Note that the Judge confers “wisdom” on herself based on her gender and ethnicity, the same cynical reasons she was selected.  Pharaoh chose her for ”empathy,” something white guys officially lack.

Whoop, hang on.  Yer Honor?  It’s for you . . . Global Elders calling. . . .  and Doctor Phil’s on Line Three.

Sotomayor was initiated educated at Princeton and Yale Law.  Not exactly Modesto Community College, there, eh Mz. Oppressed?

In the solve-et-coagula State of Connect-i-cut, she ruled that white firefighters who scored highest on tests, but were passed over for promotions in favor of More Korrect Colors and Genders, were not discriminated against.  I got mine, Rigoberta!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ka-Trina

 

The flying scroll/ephah incident in Zechariah 5 foreshadows an eschatological threshing, righteous from wicked.  Specifically, condemnation against thieves or promoters of iniquity in any type of measurement,  and those who use “God’s name” in vain – misrepresenting God from selfish/monetary motives.

Recents posts have explored the grain-measuring and goddess-storing ephah from the book of Zechariah, and JRed discusses this prophetic endtimes vision during his Ceres examinations.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In her May 20 post, Egg Salad Annie oogles the Palestine Orb sighted over Texas on May 18.  Quoted in the Phoenix-datelined story was NASA spolesman Bill Stepp (-Pyramid) of the (ayup!) Columbia Scientific Balloon Facility in Palestine.

Philistinism is idolatry of materialism and money.

Pandemic Asherah-grovelling.  In high places. 

 

And the Philistines stood on a mountain on the one side, and Israel stood on a mountain on the other side, and there was a valley between them.  (1 Samuel 17:3)

 

Goliath of Palestine, Texas, met David of Bethlehem, in the Elah Valley.  David went on to rule a (rare) godly kingdom.

Goliath went on to hit the turf.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Egg Salad Annie’s blurb refers to Glinda’s bubble in The Wizard of Oz, and sho nuff, the Palestine-balloon photo appears to contain a large grin-face, with a smaller, brown, alien-type face in the balloon’s “neck.”  

. . . prompting Annie to rummage her Foozler Files for that elusive and reclusive goober sage, Obi wan Aboinker.

Fracture in the Feminine!  Crack in the kosmic eggos!  N/S = good, E/W = wicked.  Dorothy’s house via Laredo Tornado flattened the East Witch.  Glinda opposed the Wicked Witch of the West, but it took Dorothy to liquidate her phat assets.

“Flying Foozle Femonema” recounts an old Ozark Mountain Daredevil’s recollection of ”brown women” inhabiting flying bubbles in the Sonoran desert.  Perhaps the bubbles weren’t as “playful” as he and his brother assumed.  Or remembered.

Zechariah’s ephah is unstoppered and open before us, and that vision is bad bubblemoons rising in the West, Michelle and Oprah and Judge Sotomayor and their hordes of True Believers.  Tilda Swinton’s character from Michael Clayton perhaps best personifies the unsealed gourd of wickedness that America now is.   Boldenly grasping for the stars.

 

 

Somebody else’s stars.  Now, is that any way to get acquainted?

 

Ray’s Hell Burger and the Drink of the Green Fairy

“You gonna eat those Freedom Flies?”

 

Last episode of Iron Chef: WTF? we tastetested Swineflu Primavera at Smithfield Foods in the State of Virgin(ia), heavy condiments courtesy Todd at TTLG and AF, the latter’s most recent jambalaya extending the SwineAmerica/(H)arlington/Bubalon men you.

On Toozday, VAWA Joe (”Doin’ Her”) Biden and Barack the Slack hunkered down at Ray’s Hell Burger in Arlington, Virginny, to devour fresh hathorgash cowflesh and show the unsleeping dead citizenry what Common Folk our Two Boys are.  Rully.

Extruding from the back of VAWA Joe’s sold and soggled noggin is MA bedecked in crimson, whose lefthanded blade dangles just above Joe’s occipital bun, reminding him whence his VPness cometh, and who can “rescind his delegates” . . . as if they hadn’t re-ascended into lunar orbit long ago.

The Swine Flew, like ephah storks from Old Babylon.  Landed everywhere.

As AF discerned, our April 11 post, De Queen of De Sowf  “anticipated” the outing outbreak of global porkerness.

On April 23, at St. Francis Prep School in, ta Da, Queens, NY, seventy-five young citizens of Columbia were swabbed for Swineness.  Green mean time

as last post chirped, Global Elder Muhammad Yunus, the “Banker to the Privileged Poor”  recently canvassed Queens, New York, shovelling out greenbacks to female-only businesses.  Shit how many queens is that?  AF, help.

In Howen Nowen Browen Cowen, aforesaid welds the first U.S. Swineflu death, a 33-year-old woman (Christ’s death-age; Masonic numeral) in Harlingen, Texas, to

1) Harlingen in the NetherLands (=Kore, Sowf, sexmagick)

 2) Harlingen, England; and

3) various cognate Arlingtons, in sacrificial/burial contexts

 

You can trust your car
to the man who wears the star
the big, bright Texaco Star! 

 

Lee Harvey Oswald is buried at Rose Hill Memorial Burial Park in Fort Worth.  Again, the Dea-ley/Rosy Cross keyname, set in a high place.

Probly got groves there too!

Arlington, Texas, latitude 32/42/18 N, formerly was called Marrow Bone Spring. 

The U.S. National Cemetary is, of course, at Arlington, Virginia, and purportedly holds the bones of  JFK, kingkilled brown-as-dirt near the Triple Overpass and Trinity River in the Metroplex trident of (Pallas) Dallas-Fort Worth-Arlington.

Ain’t fur from Peckerwood Hill.

And, of course, the Virgin’s Burger Boys in Arlington last Tuesday, munching on the kin[E], another Unworthy Joke around the French Plantation dinner table in Apocalypse N.O.W.

 

It’s like this: when you want a burger, you have to have a burger.

In this state of mind on Tuesday, President Barack Obama and Vice President Joe Biden took a short — but wholly noticeable — motorcade ride from the White House to Virginia and pulled into a small, independent burger joint called Ray’s Hell Burger.  [Source:  AP, Ben Feller; emphasis added]

 

As implied by surfeit Queens and Virgins and Little (H)arlings above, America and Her Majesty Mom are settling down to the Sirius Biznuss of New Woman Orderdom.

 

 

The endless onslaught of pigpenish Some More Equal Than Others legislation and cultural codification in the U.S., while G.B.’s Equality TripleSpeaker, Harriet Harman(hater) wants to stock the boards of nationalized banks with the Approved Gender.

‘Sometimes we have to take scary methods in order to achieve worthwhile results,’ she told a mainly female audience.

‘It is about saying, “because you are a woman I’m going to put you in this promotion.”

 

Krazy Aunt Harriet is klearly Krippen Kin!!

And don’t we have laws everyfuckingwhere specifically to prohibit gender from being the reason for any hiring, placement, or promotion?

Ooops.  Silly l.d.  Dea Ley.

With slithertongue akimbo and in absolute controversion of the facts of job loss and “economic dislocation” in Great Britain, Ireland, and the U.S., Ms. Harman declared:

We have to worry more than men and we are definitely worrying more about the recession than men are.

 

The girls “worry” and the guys suffer.  Which, that must be remediated by more female privilege and power.

Then we’ll all agree not to talk about it.

More from Harriet as she champions DNA databasing, bringing Holy Equality to the Unblessed Isles.

But what, you queerie, of Brother Baal de Bub?

 

 

Global Elder financier and mastermind [dildo] Richard Branson, chumling of Muhammad Yunus and Oprah, will offer its Virgin Airlines victims passengers absinthe, Green Fairy Gator-aid, on its bloodwinged flights.  Pictured below, a Virgin Spokesfairie, looking decidedly Khemish.

 

 you don’t drink the Green Fairy

 She drinks you

 Rev. 17

 

The herbal “hub ingredient” of notorious absinthe is Artemisia absinthium, commonly called grande wormwood.   Artemisia, of course, from Artemis, the Greek “virgin” goddess of libidic frenzy, war, and blood-ritual.

Wikipedia:

That Artemisia absinthium was commonly burned as a protective offering may suggest that its origins lie in the reconstructed Proto-Indo-European root *spend, meaning “to perform a ritual” or “make an offering.”

 

Predictably, Wikipedia reports that the absinthe revival traces to, well gosh, elements in the European Union. 

Got us that time.  We’d have guessed Guatemalan peasants.

Co-standardly, Allie Crowley was an absinthe guzzler.  Absinthe and wormwood are essentially interchangeable, in philology and practice.   Revelation 8:11 references wormwood as a star or heavenly object that poisons one-third of humanity.  This interpretation doesn’t exclude manifestation on Earth of an ”angel” or other ”celestial figure.”  “Myths” come from somewhere.

As discussed recently herein:

A Dictionary of The Holy Bible states, “the star called Wormwood seems to denote a mighty prince, or power of the air, the instrument, in its fall, of sore judgments on large numbers of the wicked.”

 

So eat hearty, VAWA Joe and B.O.  Two steers gnawing manflesh.  Cow patty or salmon steak, when you want one, you just gotta have one.

Even when it ain’t your ranch.  Or your critters.

Hey, the tab’s on l.d.  Dig in!  Long as you don’t dig out.

All the condemned deserve a last meal.  We won’t be serving your kind any more.

“In the Likeness of Molten Calm”

 

Generation of Swine, as the Good Doctor diag-nosed. 

Vipers vipers vipers Baptist John rained on the crowd.  Whilst jumping up and down.

And up.

Our last dismal effort checked Pharaoh’s hobnob in Tenochtitlan/Zocalo (Mexico City), one of l. d.’s formerly favorite locales on one of his formerly favorite planets. 

We revisited Zechariah 5, testimoaning the iniquitous ephah with it’s eye-shinar.  We cogitated the ephah’s two stork-winged trans/porters, its current NWO contexts, and stopped in at Malachi 4, the last prophetic utterance from disgusted dad until Baptist John, who acted ”in the spirit and power” of Elijah – as did the biblical Elias, Elijah’s successor.

In Malachi 4 the planet is offered restoration of fatherhood or the King’s curse.  Typically, as with Rameses II, this might manifest as plague, earthquake, tidal wave, or other clue.   Like 911, the now -commonplace shootings and mayhem in America are a pre-curser of impending events.

The Brotherhood of Death administers the Homeland.  Like Shinar a’basket, Pharaoh indwells the nation’s spiritual borders, his wake swiney with disgruntled disease.  A crummy trail of poison spirits, deeper down the laby.  At night the Zocalo clears out, the vendors and mariachis and gringitas fade into smog and Toltec hills, and the gurgles of the slaughtered roam around the Square.

 

 

(photos via Loren Coleman’s blog)

 

 

Seems Obie showed at the Museo Antropologica for his Special Tour, next day his host and tourguide, Director Felipe Solis Olguin, croaks of “flu-like symptoms.”

Who’s that backing you, Felipe?

 

The swine flu epidemic entered a dangerous new phase Monday as the death toll climbed in Mexico and the number of suspected cases there and in the United States nearly doubled. The World Health Organization raised its alert level but stopped short of declaring a global emergency.

 

DEAth entered the world through Eve’s disobedience and arrangements with Beliar.  Goddess-law, Dea-ley, Way of Death.

Yesterday a shaken (but not stirred!)  Mexico got another tester, a 5.6 centered about 100 miles southwest of the capitol. 

Bingo, Bango . . . but where’s Bongo?

Flew coop leaving pigpoop.

His backup Heir Farce Won buzzed the Statue of Libertas today, flanked by a fighter-jet.

Official Reason for mindhumping half of Noo Yawk: photo opportunity.

Probably wise to get in a few quick snaps.  That torch looks heavy and hot.  

In our prior post, we hitched the cereal-moanial blood-sacrifices of Dea with the JFK kingkill, Lady Bird and LBJ, and the “grain-storing basket” of Shinar/Libertas.

From our Neverended Empire File (ok not really) over at Through the Looking Glass Todd reminds us of Ceralia, the mid-April ”festival” in worship of the Roman Goddess Ceres.   These classic(al) blood/fertility rites feature sacrifice of a swine.

A couple day back in Todd’s hometown of Athena, Georgia (dubble goddi!) yet another American male berserked.  Predictably, it’s a Total Mystery, Gee We Just Can’t Understand It.

George Zinkhan pulled the harness on Maggie’s Farm for decades at Georgia’s own University, alma mater.   Then he didn’t.

(Not even a Sirhan anymore.  A frickin Zinkhan.)

Loved his two kids.  Killed his ex-wife, Marie Bruce, and two of her friends.

A coniunctio title . . . queen of heaven Mary wed to a male middle name ( maiden name?)  Marie Bruce was a noted family law attorney in Athens.  A goddess in Goddess City practicing Dea Ley.   

Nupe.  Can’t figger how anything went wrong.  Cereously.

Guess Marie Bruce’s Theatre Troupe — where the trio were slain — isn’t the only Lace Curtain in the land.

Speaking of The Invisible Circe-nsus, Todd mentions another recent rampage, at Hampton University in the Virgin Goddess State  near

 
Smithfield Foods; originally thought to be one of the primary points of origin of the SWINE flu outbreak, Smithfield Foods claims that no pigs at either of it’s two Mexican processing centers are infected. 

 

 

Queen Mother (Neil Hague)

 

The foul swine industries of the Virgin Goddess states, vectored through Mexico by our Toxic King. 

The Swine Plague is US, counselled the Good Doctor.  Meanwhile in I Am Legend a physician of decidedly different bent, Alice Krippen, watches (briefly) while her cure for “cancer” (maleness) metastasizes into global plague and zombiness.  

 

Matthew 8: 31-34:

The demons begged Jesus, “If you drive us out, send us into the herd of pigs.”

He said to them, “Go!” So they came out and went into the pigs, and the whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and died in the water. Those tending the pigs ran off, went into the town and reported all this, including what had happened to the demon-possessed men. Then the whole town went out to meet Jesus. And when they saw him, they pleaded with him to leave their region.

 

So he did.

A Flying Scroll for Shinar

 

Doppling a retchy Easter Weekend  that saw the Pontiff scolding humanity (twice!) for oppressing women, the Scientific Legate hastened to dispatch its own hireling to Tenochtitlan for communion with the gods.

The world writhes, ho hum.

Obie strides the Pyramid of the Sun, left hand outstretched, blessing the New World, shining excelsis gloria, deadlands risen from  Giza(rd), Hawaii, Sirius . . .  Duat diddy diddy dum diddy doo. 

And we’re off . . .

and On to Mehico Shitty.  Doon in de sanctita war archaeologists dunna go, Babs sets a-basket, tongueing sol niger’s heat as it rises off the Zocalo.  

You the man!  She sends him.

The bush-el wobbles and out pops Shinar, a dark and dwarfy brick of wicked mystery.  Cute tho.

  

How Barack Obama Resurrected The Dead

 

In the NIV, Zechariah 5 prophesies the relocation of an ephah to the “country of Babylonia.”  Babylonia in Hebrew is Shinar.  For convenience, here’s Zechariah 5 (KJV ) in entirety.  It’s latterday prophecy concordant with sections of Malachi, Daniel, Isaiah, and Revelation. 

 

Then I turned, and lifted up mine eyes, and looked, and behold a flying roll.

And he said unto me, What seest thou? And I answered, I see a flying roll; the length thereof is twenty cubits, and the breadth thereof ten cubits.

 Then said he unto me, This is the curse that goeth forth over the face of the whole earth: for every one that stealeth shall be cut off as on this side according to it; and every one that sweareth shall be cut off as on that side according to it.

 I will bring it forth, saith the LORD of hosts, and it shall enter into the house of the thief, and into the house of him that sweareth falsely by my name: and it shall remain in the midst of his house, and shall consume it with the timber thereof and the stones thereof.

 Then the angel that talked with me went forth, and said unto me, Lift up now thine eyes, and see what is this that goeth forth.

 And I said, What is it? And he said, This is an ephah that goeth forth. He said moreover, This is their resemblance through all the earth.

 And, behold, there was lifted up a talent of lead: and this is a woman that sitteth in the midst of the ephah.

 And he said, This is wickedness. And he cast it into the midst of the ephah; and he cast the weight of lead upon the mouth thereof.

 Then lifted I up mine eyes, and looked, and, behold, there came out two women, and the wind was in their wings; for they had wings like the wings of a stork: and they lifted up the ephah between the earth and the heaven.

 Then said I to the angel that talked with me, Whither do these bear the ephah?

 And he said unto me, To build it an house in the land of Shinar: and it shall be established, and set there upon her own base.

 

Innana of the Grain

 

 Ishtar, Libertas,  Liberty, with Torch

 

People called, said “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you

 

When reading Zechariah, Babylonia/Shinar is oft confoozled with the nation or region of the same name.  In fact, anciently there were many locales of that name.

But Shinar is the entity owning the land – “sitting upon the nations,” as Revelation reports. 

 

 

From “America, The Babylon”:

Zechariah 5 indicates that Babylon moved – or shall we say, the “spirit” of Babylon – the Woman – aka “Ishtar” the chief goddess of Babylon moved. 

Some ancient rabbinical commentaries on Zechariah were written about 300 B.C. citing rabbis who were assistants to Zechariah who had stated that the prophet Zechariah had taught them that the Woman of Zechariah 5 was the fallen angelic entity who was the guardian spirit (i.e. angel) of Babylon and that this spirit moved westwards out of ancient Babylon, and would be relocated for the “End of Days” in a place beyond the Nile River and the Great Sea.

By the time of Jesus, rabbinical thinking was that Zechariah’s vision of the Woman pointed to her having moved on to Rome. In point of fact, the Ishtar religion’s home-base kept moving slowly westward.  The religion’s main base moved from Babylon on to Assyria and into northern Syria in particular where she was known as Ashtoreth/Ashtaroth and also by that same name in Lebanon and Israel.  Later the Ishtar religion was picked up by the Egyptians.  The original native Egyptians called her Ishi. The Greeks found out about her, and referred to her Egyptian version as Isis. . . .

The Romans, initially picked up on her dogma via the Greeks and the first one they adopted was the goddess of freedom/liberty – and they called her the Libertas around 600 B.C., but by 400 B.C. they’d adopted her other dogmas and incorporated much of her other mystery doctrines back into a single goddess known as Venus, goddess of love.

Now the early version of Ishtar in Rome - Libertas - becomes extremely critical to the Mystery Babylon prophecies, because the Freemasons picked up on this aspect and used it as a political rallying cry in the mid to late 1700s – just in time for the American Revolution. American Freemasons, like Ben Franklin, Paul Revere, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison initially picked up on Libertas and placed her image on early U.S. coinage.

Later, by the 1850s, she became part of the concept for topping off the U.S. Capitol building dome – with a statue of her – initially to be called the Statue of the Goddess of Liberty (aka Libertas, goddess of Rome). However, Jefferson Davis, (before he became the president of the Confederacy) objected on behalf of slave holders, fearing the name would incite the slaves to rebellion.  So it was changed to Goddess of Freedom. The statue was slightly altered from a Libertas “freedom cap” to a modified “Indian Headdress”; however, it still retained Ishtar’s “star” symbols. In this rendering she was more of a woman warrior, with a sword by her side.

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This page, also from R. A. Coombes nicely summarizes Zechariah’s ephah-vision.

We’d add Semiramis to Coombes’ litany, as both historical and “ongoing” entity, who along with Nimrod birthed Chaldean sex-magick.  Likewise Astarte, Neolithic/Bronze Age goddess of war, motherhood, and fertility, who in Phoenician “myth” impacted Earth at Byblos as a fiery star.   Siriusly.  Myth.

Lady Libertas and her Phygian Cap featured in our March 18 post, “A Woman’s Nation,” in which the Shriver’s Daughter told us what everyone already knows, and must not say.

 

Mari-Anna, Libertas

 

The author of “America, The Babylon” continues:

 
The entire city [Washington, District of Columbia] is but one big temple to her, full of her occult symbolism including the city being totally aligned astrologically and astronomically to her chief zodiac sign – Virgo – as she is the “perpetual virgin” despite her promiscuity.  On the spring and fall equinox the main street of D.C., Constitution Avenue, lines up with the U.S. Capitol building precisely to her home star, where she originates from – Sirius. Venus was her “on the road” traveling base according to the Sumerians.  [brackets, emphasis added]

 

 

The Obie-Sirius waltz was explored on this blog and elsewhere.  The First Degree Board is fitting for a reborn/new President, with Sirius the sexmagickal gateway for descending “angels.”

The two stork-winged women from Zechariah 5 — the transporters of the ephah to its new Secure Homeland – carry the ”basket” and its iniquitous contents between “heaven and earth,” the sublunar realm.

Having just read AF’s latest post (also contributing illustrations to this post) winged females suggest Lady Bird Johnson, born in Karnack, Texas, present with Jackie at LBJ’s Swearing-In atop Love Field in Pallas Dallas.

. . . kicking-off the Goddess-Law Age, with John’s body still warm.   (The nickname was given in childhood by nursemaid Alice Tittle, saying Claudia was “purty as a ladybird” — the beetle or scarab commonly called a ladybug.)

 

 

Hey there, sailor!  Red and black are the mourning skies. 

 

 

then of course there’s

 

 

 

 

 

 

and who could ever forget

 

or even

 

Mindful of the First Degree Board, we recall the passage from “America, The Babylon” asserting that Babylonia (Shinar) identified in Zechariah 5 was and is a “fallen angelic entity” – the over-shadow of Babylon in both a spiritual and concrete sense.   Masons of high practice worship the goddess; she is the Guiding Light of all they do and desire.  Evidence indicates that America’s always been Shinar’s intended destination, her “own base” – the final two words of Zechariah 5. 

 

 

Lady Bird, LBJ, Jackie 

 

Claudia Alta Taylor Johnson, Lady Bird in Yellow

 

Black-necked stork

Compare wing configuration with First Degree Tracing Boaad — as in Zechariah 5, two winged figures, probably feminine, are positioned at the foot of  the stellar staircase, yet remain in midair, while a blue-clad (heavenly, extraterrestrial) female entity, possibly “delivered” by the winged figures, steps onto the checkerboard of manifest incarnation (duality, the opposites, earth); in the foreground are pillars as bases for statuary, possibly powers she is superseding or replacing, and a lectern (speaking platform) with a book (dea-ley)

 

 

The star-foundationed Statue of Liberty and U.S. Capitol pinnacle, both designed by Masons,  are only symbols of her “glory.”  In reality, America is her pedestal, from which she overshadows the nations.

 

Princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made
Exhanging all precious gifts

“Statue of Freedom” atop U.S. Capitol Building

 

 

In the Uttermost West, the Phrygian Cap of Libertas transforms into eagle’s head, feathers, talons.  The lead cover on the ephah is removed, revealing the bronze helmet and stars: alchemical gold.  An entity unfettered, established on her own base, in places low and high.

A prior post described the panoptic Masonic Eye as belonging not to Horus, but to Isis/Hathor.  On this excellent page, R.A. [lol] Coombes suggests that, after John Calvin,  Zechariah 5:6 should translate:

This is the measure that goes forth, and this is their eye in all the earth.

 

The Contemporary English Translation kicks the door open further, with the angel telling Zechariah:

It’s a big basket, and it shows what everyone in the land has in mind.

 

Both translations evoke familiar images, especially to modern Babylonians Americans:

 

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United States Great Seal, with Eye of Hathor in obverse

  

JFK’s kingkill, Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo, or Zechariah gazing 2,500 years off-prow: it’s the New Woman Order on display, fowl orbiting around a neolithic Fertility/Grain goddess, herself descended from, by suggestion of their own graphics, an extraterrestrial source.

As Zechariah illustrates, God matches her measurement of iniquity, the ephah basket, with her own cereal-moanial nature and worship.  Eventually, the silver-hammered leadpipe cinch comes down on her head. 

For the same reasons – idolatry and iniquity — Christ prophesies through Malachi in the final passages of the OT the endtimes return of Elijah as annunciate of the 2nd Advent.  Elijah did not die, but was “translated into heaven.”  His time, the 9th century BC, was utterly immersed in, and corrupted by, worship of Astarte and her consort Baal/Bel, which included sacrifice of firstborn children.

 

(also via AF, see his post and comments for details)

 

The vast majority  of ancient Israel opposed Elijah, including Ahab the King of Israel and his Tyrian/Sidonian wife, Jezebel, the power behind the throne.  The Goddess in the Gateway.  The snake in the lidless basket.

 

Woodcut, Master Mason Ben Franklin, May 6, 1754

 

Abu Zubaydayh was drowned and “resuscitated” at least 83 times in the month of August 2002 alone.  By the land and hand of Libertas, up from the Abyss to inaugurate the torture gulag Aquarian Golden Age.  Condi donned the goddess’ warmask, drank her fill, the lied about it to Congress.

(As if that shit even matters anymore.)

 

Official Torturer and Liar: late for her meeting with Oprah

 

Orca’s audience howls in glee as their heroines revel in manblood.

Meanwhile Muhammad Yunus, Orca’s pal in the Global Elders, has been handing out money to women-only businesses in the borough of Queens, state of York Rite, in the nation of Shinar.

 

 

  

(See our Global Elders I and II posts from September 2007.)

Mu Hammerhead bills himself to the Medea as ”Banker to the Poor.”  Obviously he doesn’t actually spend any time with The Poor, else he’d have to confront the unconfrontable fact that that they’re overwhelmingly male.

 Summarizing this vile planet: A bloodslick path from Semiramis to Shinar.

The servant fluttering behind Zechariah’s eyelids whispers a silly child’s song, something about  quacking and a train.  Up for many days, sick with consciousness, the prophet sighs, finally konks out.   He snores very very loud. 

Taking what looks like a coin from his robe, the servant sits on a bench across from the old man.  He frowns with intensity and extends the coin — no, it’s a slug, just a plain lead slug — to the measure of the old prophet’s eye.

Satisfied, he returns the slug to his robe, trading it for a text messager.  The servant begins to write.

De Queen of De Sowf

The sky, too, is folding under you
and it’s all over now, Baby Blue

The Mystical Supper (Simon Ushakov)

 

Driven by strong winds, wildfires are scorching Oklahoma and Texas.  Next door on Maundy Thursday, a tornado fell like God’s House on the backwoods Masonic hub of Mena, Arkansas.  

 

MENA, Ark. (AP) — A tornado has killed three people, injured at least 24 and seriously damaged 100 homes in a small western Arkansas town.

Polk County emergency coordinator James Reeves says the town of Mena suffered a direct hit from a tornado between 7:30 and 8 p.m. Thursday.

One of the victims was found in a collapsed house, one in a Masonic Lodge, and another was found in her front yard. Their identities have not been released.

Officials say a tornado heavily damaged the downtown area, including the county courthouse. At least 100 homes were damaged enough to be rendered unsafe.

Gov. Mike Beebe has dispatched 30 National Guard soldiers to help secure the area.

Maundy Thursday, or Great and Holy Thursday, commemorates Christ’s Last Supper with The Boys (Eucharist/transubstantiation) and includes the psychological torture in Gethsemane and the Betrayal by Judas.  Likewise remembered is the King of the Universe setting the bar for  service and humility, by kneeling to wash the feet of his own subject-creatures.

Little Mena in the State of Ark is an infamous NWO hotspot, connected to megaMason Albert Pike and various Clinton/Bush administration black operations, chiefly involving the Mena Intermountain Airport and various “shipments” and “traffic.”

Arkansas’ crimson Razorback Hog is both the state icon/mascot and chief faunal weapon of the goddess.  In the Grail Cycles, the boar gores (castrates) the Grail King, inflicting an incurable wound.

 

 

 

 

Lil dynamo spent substantial time in northwest Arkansas.    Due east are Little Rock (’n Roll) and Memphis.  Due north is Fayetteville, as in the Marquis de Lafayette, Mason and primary French operative in the Second French Revolution, also known as the “American Revolution.”  (See post of March 18, 2009, “A Woman’s Nation” for more on Goddess Marianna, the Phygian Cap, and the Masonic (non) Revolutions of Lady Libertas.)

Just across the stateline to Mena’s southwest is Pallas Dallas, and due south about 40 miles from Mena is De Queen, Ark.  Between Mena and De Queen are the tiny towns of Wickes and a dopple Dallas.

 

Two-faced Dallas.   Dallas Alice, a la Lowell George.

Speaking of Maundy betrayals,  De Queen’s Tiya and Elizardbreath became hugbunnies just before the Mom-in-Chief and her Stooge embarked on their G-20 European Tour. 

 

On the original Maundy Thursday the Church, State, and People were all united against the King.

Still are.

In this Good Friday plant article, the Papacy pretends to differ with the State via Tony Blair, secreting the Lie and Agenda within multiple truths.

On the station that marks the passage in the Gospel where Jesus met the  women of Jerusalemon the way to be crucified, the Pope also condemned the oppression of women, saying there were ‘many societies in the world where women fail to receive a fair deal’.

‘Christ must be weeping for them,’ the Pope will claim.

He added: ‘There are societies too that are thoughtless about their future. Christ must be weeping for their children.

‘Wherever there is unconcern for the future, through the overuse of  resources, the degradation of the environment, the oppression of women, the  neglect of family values, the ignoring of ethical norms, the abandonment of  religious traditions, Jesus must be telling people: “Do not weep for me, but  weep for yourselves”.’

 

Remembrance of a tortured and murdered man — the best of men, and much more – is marked with Gynogulag propaganda.  In concord with their femidolatrous “churches,” pretty soon they’ll be assuring us that Jesus was actually a woman.  Or at least an honorary one.

 

Well she talks to all the servants
about men and God and law
everybody says she’s the brains behind Pa
she’s sixty-eight
but she says she’s fifty-four

(”Maggie’s Farm”)

 

On Betrayal Thursday Benedict assured us that Christ weeps for women, the victims of planetary oppression by The Patriarchy.

Benedict’s gettin’ hisself in line as Second Named Ambassador to the Global Elders!

After Oprah.  O course.

 

 

Environment/resource misuse?  Check.  Ignorance of ethical norms and (true) religion?  Check.

Global oppression of women?

Get real, Benedict.  There are limited areas of the world where femaleness truly is abused.  But you’re lancing a nose-pimple while your feet gangrene off.   Western societies oppress their boys and men, not their females.

Wonder whose bright idea that was.  The answer’s in that big black book you tote around.  Benedict.

Somehow the FemAgenda always manages to worm its way into legitimate issues, like Templars into the Vatican. 

Soon, the Agenda swallows all other concerns, and becomes the Only Church, mater worshipping itself.

Benedict doesn’t know Jesus from Jujubees. 

 

He’s blunt, he’s pissed
he’ll see you in the lists

(”A Knight’s Tale”)

 

Recently we wrote that while U.S. males lost over a million jobs last year during the “recession,” females actually gained jobs.   Guess that isn’t the Pope’s kind of information.  Probly listens to NPR.

America’s co-matriarchy, Canada, reported that since October of 2008, eighty-one percent of job losses were by males.

In service to the Pope’s “oppressed” females, the U.S. has loathed God, gutted its Constitution, betrayed its stated ideals, and stomped gleefully and often on tens-of-millions of trusting, dedicated, patriotic citizens, perpetrators of that most mortal of sins, maleness.

The desperation of American boys and men has been obvious for decades, and the annihilation of masculinity is beginning to show.  America is self-destructing, one rampage at a time.

The more desperate and hopeless males are kept, the more extreme their acts.  This perfectly facilitates more fear-prop and profitable hysteria as the NWO implements yet more “security and surveillance”  measures already on the books in America and elsewhere.

Last September 27, outside the Ohio State football stadium, in the appropriately named city of Columbus, Spiderman and Superman  (Donald Tenn and Paul Fisher of Fathers 4 Justice) ascended a construction crane to protest America’s matriarchy.

 

 

 

The crane looks a bit like . . . well, it is Good Friday.

On Monday, April 13, the two heroes will appear in a courtroom of their peers Goddess Columbus on felony charges of “vandalism,” apparently despite the absence of physical property damage.

The Goddess takes her justice very seriously (except when females commit “crimes” — then she takes a powder.)

The righteous F4J protest carried added semiotic value given that B. O. fancies himself Spidey and Superman. 

 

Man of Steel, Boy of Clay

 

Pharaoh the Phake

 

The Real Deal

 

Right on time for the Pig Service in Columbus, a Thai firefighter rescued an autistic boy from a third-story building ledge.

 

Overhearing a conversation between the boy’s mother and his teachers about his love for comics and superheroes, Somchai rushed back to the fire station to change into a Spider-Man costume before swinging into action. . . .

Somchai, who keeps costume of Spider-Man and a Japanese superhero Ultraman to liven up fire drills at schools, said the teary-eyed boy broke into a smile and started walking into his arms.

 

That’s called a hint.  Like Malachi 4.

 

 

 

Columbia and her Gynogulag back her Barack anti-spidey, while attempting to make Convicted Felons of the real thing.  Hathshepsut was a female pharaoh, whose name translates as Queen of Sheba/ South.  Sheba likely derives from the Egyptian word for star. 

Wikipedia:

The “Queen of Sheba” may have referred to the title of the Kandake when acting as the chief astronomer or high priestess of a star-venerating religion that was centered in Africa, with satellite centers in Arabia, Asia, and Europe.  The “star-worshippers” also studied or venerated the sun and moon.

First-degree masonic Tracing Board, with sun at viewer’s far-left, moon and stars at far-right, and principal star in-between

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

L.D. will be watching the trial of Supe and Spidey.  But any way you look at it, Babs, you lose.

Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson.  How you like Mena now?