The New Roman Empire (I)
Ben Ali Shriner Clown Patrol, Sacramental, Kalifornia
and put my fingers down on the keys
with nobody friends
Now I’m a-sittin’ on this rock-and-roll mood
When last we left the Queen Mother (over at our blogspot site) her Chief Engineer Doktor Krippen in the film I Am Legend had just managed to “cure” the planet of that ancient and terrible scourge, masculinity. Unfortunately her ideo-political fixall contained one tiny, unforseen drawback, as befits any totalitarian cult: most everybody got wiped out or turned into zombees.
That post, “The Picture Changes,” included ths quote from Fairhall:
Her character, the aptly-named Dr Krippen, is clearly inspired by the notorious Victorian murderer Hawley Crippen; the distinctive spelling, however, and the hard K-sound, is a well-known reptilian ‘fingerprint’, based on the fact that its hieroglyphic equivalent was drawn as a serpent (cf. Meredith Kercher.)
On September 26 a Yahoonews article began:
Talk about secrets of the crypt: Two newly discovered species of bacteria have been found on the walls of ancient Roman tombs.
The Catacombs of Saint Callistus are part of a massive underground graveyard that covers 37 acres. The tombs, named after Pope Saint Callistus I, were built at the end of the second century. More than 30 popes and martyrs are buried in the catacombs.
The new bacteria, part of the Kribbella genus first discovered in 1999, were isolated from whitish-gray patinas, or coatings, on surfaces in the catacombs. They have been named Kribbella catacumbae and Kribbella sancticallisti.
Krippen . . . Kribella. Ah hmm, Repto Redux. Further, the suffix ”bella” is a feminine adjective signifying beauty.
The New Roman Empire centered around the very Old Goddess is a joint enterprise of Great Britain and New Britain, quaintly and misleadingly called America. The Masons who founded and directed early America, however, thought of her as New Atlantis, a revivificatin of the ancient matriarchal global-nation whose secrets and techniques were conserved in the postdiluvian Old Babylon of Nimrod and Semiramis. The EU, as its Strassbourg Monstrosity and uncountable other elements prove, is the modern heir of those occult, enslaving civilizations.
Only one man has reconnoitered the combination of Roman tombs and matriarchy — the extraordinary Swiss philolgist and expert on Roman funerary momuments, J.J. Bachofen, whose massive “Myth and Mother Right” remains virtually unknown. Only a fraction of this tome was published in English, but it’s enough to make Bachofen’s major point: that the Roman funerary materials provided overwhelming evidence — however circumstantial — for the existence of an ancient and longstanding matriarchy in prehistory.
Every change in the relations between the sexes is attended by bloody events.
[K]ore’s bond with Demeter was the surce of the primacy of mother over father, of daughter over son … in ancient terms, the cultic-religious meaning of the maternal … is pimary and dominant.
J.J. Bachofen, Myth and Mother Right
One of Bachofen’s major (re)discoveries is the pervasive concept under the matriarchies of sanctitas, meaning the inviolablility of the female body and word, under the assumption (still in force today!) that EVERY female, whether girl or woman, personified the goddess, and thus was to be obeyed (by males) without question, under pain of death.
Not really surprising, then, the bacteria in the above science piece is called Kribbella sancticallisti.
I AM THE MISTRESS. I AM VAWA, and there shall be no other VAWA before Me. Get back to work you deformed spermatozoa or I’ll rent some new flying monkeys.
Fairhall recently writes:
Mrs Palin- dubbed the ‘pitbull in lipstick’- shares British roots with McCain and Democrat contender Barack Obama, who genealogists claim are both descended from the same Scottish king.’
Not Scotland, home of the Scottish Rite?
Well cows do fly.
We were also quite amused by Mr. Fairhall and his proposition that the Ma Sons of Bohemian Grove (a place in lil dynamo’s backyard) is a stronghold of the Evil Patriarchy ™, based on an alleged sign discouraging the presence of Mommy Spider the Goddess — and on the putative maleness of the participants.
That’s what happens to pups when one trails along after Her Herness too many years.
Flies dangling from the web.
Hey, l.d. once worshipped her too. He knows the feeling.
The Terrible Male … functions not only as a principle that disintegrates consciousness, but even more as one that fixes it in the wrong direction… [H]e is the destructive instument of the matriarchate, as its henchman; he is its authority, as the maternal uncle; he is the negative force of self-destruction and the will to regression, as the twin; and finally he is the authroity of the patriarchate, as the Terrible Father… whenever the ego is overwhelmed by the sexual, aggressive, or power instincts of the male,or by any other form of instinct, we can see the dominance of the Great Mother… the phallic Terrible Father is only her satellite, not a masculine principle of equal weight.
Erich Neumann, The Origins and History of Consciousness
MA-sonic practice is utterly gynolotrous, utterly anti-male, and utterly anti-god (the Father), and has been from the Beginning, continuing through the Old Babylon of Nimrod and Semiramis, down the the Euro/British pseudo-royals. All the synchromystical “evidence” in the universe doesn’t change that, no matter how abasedly one genuflects before the goddess.
Speaking of, uh, Patriarchal Enablers, heir apparent Charles and second-in-succession William are Princes of Wales, grandsons of Queen Mother Eliz. Ditto Henry, third-in-succession. And just for fun, Prince Edward, Duke of Kent runs a distant 24th in the blood-rung race to the capstone of the new Babylonian Tower. Not to worry, poor Ed is mollified by holding the UK’s senior Freemasonic position, Grand Master.
Whew. Very confoozling. No wonder America faked getting rid of these endless “royals.”
We sure didn’t shuck their dragon brood, though. Still with us in body and spirit, in our waters and soils and skies.
In our minds, too, slithering along the neural networks.
For now.
As for Wales’ flag?
Y Ddraig Goch (The Dragon Red)
Not much subtlety there from the “most subtile” of entities. That tells us plenty about how confident They’ve long been.
In 1969, at Charles’ televised investitiure as Prince of Wales, he was presented the above flag with these words:
Queen Elizabeth II: This Dragon now gives you your power, your throne, and your authority.
Prince Charles: I am now your Leige-Man, and worthy of your Earthly worship.
And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy. And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority.
Billy the Fish was “baptised” in the Music Room (Ma-Sonic) of Buckingham Palace. More Merovingian deception and Ma/lady.
CNN March 6 1996: Twelve year old Prince William of Great Britain was one of the first human recipients to be implanted with a high frequency microchip in his right hand. Thus, if he were ever lost or kidnapped, a radiowave with a specific frequency could be targeted to his implanted microchip, the signal would then be routed through a satellite to a special computer screen at Scotland Yard whereby William’s movements could be tracked and followed and thereby located anywhere in the world.
Everything in the intersts of Protection. He might get LOST, after all LOL! And if Our Prince has one of those thingies, well, what mere commoner can refuse?
In an absolutely unrelated development, Father’s Day cards recently were banned in Scottish schools.
Also completely unrelated is this as reported in our prior post:
Illinois has joined a growing contingent of states to adopt a law that will put electronic GPS tracking bracelets on men who have not been convicted of any crime, but might be involved in a messy divorce.
Might!? The Evil Males might do something?
Gee, how about we shackle all the females on the planet on the chance they might smother a baby? They’re the champeen babysmotherers after all. Almost exclusively in fact. Hell, it’s only Prudent and Homeland Secure.
OK, it’s Ill-i-noise, not Frankfurt or London. So? All these manipulations, all these measures, all these “safeguards,” come from one source, and that source sits atop America, Europe, and the rest of this godless world.
Presumably the abolition of Father’s Day cards and the electrocuffing of males who MIGHT do something not conducive to Moomy Power is further evidence of, eh, the Masonic Patriarchy and its endless misogynistic plotting.
Hey. Ya think?
Nothing being what it seems with this shifting crowd, Y DDRAIG GOCH DDYRY CYCHWYN just natchally turns out to possess a, well, alter/nate meaning. Six years after approval as an augmentation, the Lizard Queen gave it the double-axe. (Ouch.) Seems ancient Welsh poets originated the phrase as a kind of prayer to their deity. (Can we guess who that deity might be? lol)
ence the, um, augmentation was soon clipped by the Queen Mother. So to say. Reality bites.
M
atriarchal Catal Huyuk in Eastern Anatolia is famous for its bull iconography depicting fertility ceremonies featuring the Prime Opposites of male/female. Those familiar with alchemical manuscripts will find such illustrations re-worked, but intact, there. James Shelby Downard frequently pointed out that the neo-druid cabal perched atop this planet are the direct “ancestors” of the medeival alchemists, especially in manipulations of the opposites.
If I don’t get some shelter
Ooh the fire is sweepin’
our very streets today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way
Rape, murder, it’s just a shot awa
Mmm the flood is threatenin’ my very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter, or I’m gonna fade away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
Love, sister, it’s just a kiss awayy
(Jagger, Richards)
MIke n Ike
Perhaps most famously, the Heavenly Bull figures in the (ahem) myth of Europa, the mother goddess long worshipped by the Continent’s peoples, royal and commoner alike. After a brief Christian/pseudo-patriarchal interlude, to her they now scheme and clamor for return, babybird mouths agape for their own tails, trusting in her idols of euros and engines and empowerment.
(top: EU Flag; bottom: EU Poster — note overt reference to rebuilt Tower of Babel and inverted pentagrams, a signature of witchcraft)
A few years back the European Council and the European Commission, two EU lapdogs, arranged an art-exhibition in Brussels, one of Satan’s organizational strongholds.
The European Union is poised to overtake America to become the premier superpower, according to an EU exhibition launched yesterday in the heart of Brussels.
The pop-art collage mounted in a tent outside the European Commission narrates 50 years of EU history and projects events into the future in an unusually frank display of European ambition.
Segments sketched across 80 yards of canvas predict that the 21st century will be the “European Century” as the EU pushes its borders deep into Eurasia, North Africa, and the Middle East and comes to dominate world affairs through its vast “legal and moral reach.”
Under the heading the “Roman Empire returns”, it says the EU will be renamed “The Union” once it grows to 50 states over the next three decades. [London Telegraph]
She is the one-world government. She is the NWO, she was the OWO. Rock-n-roll is the sonic aspect of the NWO ceremony, its transglobal, intercranial propagandist, its mathematical nogginjuice, almost impossible to exorcise. But rock isn’t the Reptoreligion itself.
She is the religion. For almost everybody, she always has been. Little dynamo, young and mindfucked and full of foolish trust, once worshipped her too.
Here is Goddess Europa riding her “sacred bull,” dominating the masculine principle, enthroned Queen atop heaven and earth.
Europa — busy, busy Europa — has been hysterical in preparations for her own Twelve Star Coronation, like any false Bride whose wedding, rather than solemn and humble joining to man, instead descends into My Egofest.
Her tool, the European Union, is so sure of her/their ascendancy — and of the absence of opposition, or even effective dissent — they make no effort to conceal their loyalties to Her Herness. The PC Politburo know what’s best for everyone, everywhere, and they’re quite willing to destroy anyone (for their own good!) not in compliance.
[End of Part I]
