Carry Me Back to Old Virginny

 

Flag of Virginia (“Thus Always to Tyrants”)

 

After scrutinizing the Capitol Dome (with help from William “Bill” Henry) and genuflecting before  Gen’ral George’s 33-degree-deification thereon, yesterday at the charter anniversary of Heath Ledger’s cereal-moanial snuffage, a Chinese female grad student at Virginia Tech was decapitated in a campus cafe with a kitchen knife.  (A prototypical feminine tool.)

 

Assailant Haiyang Zhu, also of China, overshadowed by the Virgin Goddess’ Blacksburg dome  

 

 In 2007 at the same Blacksburg university in the “state” of the Virgin Goddess, another young man shot 32 people before killing himself.  33.

In the interim, the root causes of that massacre were not addressed.  Not even acknowledged.  Merely more forcibly suppressed.  It’s the American Way. 

Therefore, nothing has changed.  Except for more Homeland Security.

Won’t find that in the university’s Press Releases.

Nor those of Viginny’s Governor, Tim Kaine.

The Gov made our recent post “Fear and Loathing in La Vega,” concerning the ritual death of Jett Travolta, John Travolta’s character Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction, Rain Man’s Tom Cruise, the Castor Moving Group, and sun/dry else.

Describing the male leads in his boss film Once Upon a Time in the West – two of whom are good guys, if a bit skraggly and short-on-bullshit –  director Sergio Leone said “They all have something to do with Death.”  (For Age of Aquarius fans, the female lead, played by Claudia Cardinale, was a literal water-carrier, in a film also about the founding of a new age.)

Excerpt from our Jan. 5 post (boldfaced):

 

Let’s start with Aferrismoon’s comment:

AVTh = sign, mark etc in Hebrew . This is the word used in the bible for the ‘mark’ or the ‘aut’ on Cain’s forehead.

From today’s news:

Virginia Gov. Tim Kaine is set to become the next chairman of the Democratic Party. Two Democratic officials said Sunday that President-elect Barack Obama has chosen the governor to take over the Democratic National Committee.

Hopefully at this point l.d. need not waste time explaining the relevance of Pharaoh’s selection of a Cain-descendant from the state named for the Virgin Goddess.

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Today, Governor Kaine said:

My thoughts and prayers are with the friends and family of Xin Yang today and with the broader Virginia Tech community. The tragic attack on campus this week has no doubt revived terrible memories for countless members of the Hokie family.

I urge the citizens of the Commonwealth to join me in sending sympathies and support to Virginia Tech in the days and weeks to come.

All very standard, official sympathy.

But Aferrismoon mentions “aut” and “Cain’s forehead” and from that day’s news, little dynamo found the announcement by Pharaoh Obama of the elevation of Kaine to Democratic Party Chairman.  Pharaoh’s “opponent,” of course, was McCain, or son-of-Cain.

Thus:  Cain, Kaine, forehead, and decapitation.  Expanded, eliciting  Baptist John, J.F.K., and to slightly lesser degree, John Lennon.

Leone might say that Tim Kaine, John McCain, Pharaoh-bama, the Goddess and others ”have something to do with death.”

Now, Governor Pilate  Kaine’s statement was tactfully bland, but even the muddiest stream contains a little color , no matter how deep underground.  (Color is what U.S. westerners call gold, and remember the prefix col = wizard or sorcery, usually tellurian.)  Because

I shouted out

“Who killed the Kennedys!?”
When, after all, it was you and me

(Jagger, Richards)

We gaze into Tim Kaine’s official rivulet, lost light glittering beneath dirty water, reach, pluck out Commonwealth.  An interesting word, almost archaic.  What else, hmm.  Ah:  Hokie.  Virginia Tech’s mascot.  And finally, the victim’s name, Xin Yang.

Guess this stream ain’t been worked before!

The assailant’s surname, Haiyang Zhu, also contains yang, and in English sounds out “Hi Yang Zoo,” “High Yang Zoo” or perhaps “Hanging Zoo.”  Like Paul Simon, certain autistic people call Earth “The Zoo.”

The deceased was X in Yang.  In popular graphic shorthand, “O” often stands for “hugs,” “X” for “love” or “kisses.”  Kainly, “X” marks the Spot. “X” is also, obviously, a type of crucificato.

The Chinese female carries the given-name of the masculine principle, yang.  Enantiodromic conuinctio, the world upside-down and inside-out.  In spookly terms: what banner flies proud o’er the nations?

Stars ‘n stripes?  Nyet.

The banner of shadow-reversal, feminine dominating masculine, unconsciousness blotting out consciousness.   Blacksburg U Queenio.  The Sleep of Reason, the Templar War Banner, Beauseant.

 

 

The Chinese call their new year Year-pass Eve.  This year it falls on January 26, four days after this decapitation.  It’s faunal astrological symbol is the Ox. 

Generally, across cultures the circle is feminine, the X masculine, and as with Beauseant the O of OX is primary, preceding the masculine.  Again, Creation is inverted, hung upside-down and paraded across the stars.

. . . the New York Times said God is dead/And the War’s begun.

“Levon”

 

Because pronouciation of four and death are equivalent in Chinese, they consider unlucky Obama’s status as 44th president, coupled with his Ox-birth year.  The NWO target-year 2012 is a Year of the Dragon.

We are so shocked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Virgin Records logo of “Sir” Richard Branson, funder and founder of The Global Elders

Again: the Beauseant is a war banner.   As with the “Santa” killings covered by Fairhall, the Virgin-Tech incident — and, for example, the (apparent) abduction of Madeleine McCann — serve the larger purposes of that war: destabilization via hysteria.  Planetary Lockdown.  Highly visible and highly emotional incidents that the Beauseant Boys will use to further criminalize masculinity.  The public will demand  ever more severe and invasive Security Measures, which will facilitate their New Woman Order.

Bad moon on the rise, said Fogerty.  Thus always to that tyrant – murdering Man – whose attacks upon womenandchildren can only be halted by fully integrated, global security technologies and corps. CEOP cops.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today, both the spear/knife and the Heath Ledgerish black/white facepaint again appeared in gruesome (and very public) fashion, as a young fugue-d Joker slaughtered kids and female staff at a Belgian daycare center.

Returning us to secret Commonwealths.

Along with Massachusetts — which we’ve mined previously for seemingly endless occult signatures, as cradle of American feminism, etc. – only Kentucky, Pennsylvania and Virginia are Commonwealths.   Wikipedia adds:

 

This designation, which has no constitutional impact, emphasizes that they have a “government based on the common consent of the people”  as opposed to one legitimized through their earlier Royal Colony status that was derived from the King of Great Britain. The word commonwealth in this context refers to the common “wealth” or welfare of the public and is an older term for ‘republic ‘ (cf. the 17th century Commonwealth of England).

 

“Republic” aligns with Rome, birthplace of that political form,  one of the chief Empire-iterations preceding Rule Brittannia.  And as with Rome, especially in its love of Colosseum “games,” Commonwealth hints not only at shared welfare, but shared intent — shared desires, shared responsibility, shared psychospirituality before the hidden Sacrifices.

Uncoincidentally, Ben Fairhall has written recently and well of the Secret Commonwealth, even as its activities become less secret and more common.   Tricksy name, because about the only thing not held in common is the wealth.

 

“Carry Me Back to Ole Virginny”  

 

The Latin motto Sic Semper Tyrannis derives from Brutus’ mockery of Julies Caesar after Caesar (a type of king) was betrayed and murdered with a blade.  From this, the Republic (the EverEmpire of Sumer, Babylon, Assyria, Egypt, Greece) re-flowered.

The overtness of the dominant positioning tingles our toenails, whispering Beauseant, and shore ’nuff of the State of Virginia flag Wikipedia reports:

The woman is ”Virtus the genius of the Commonwealth, dressed as an Amazon” (Code of Virginia § 7.1-26) and represents Virginia. The prostrate man represents tyranny; note the fallen crown to the right.

 

Bingo Bi-Beauseant!

The Male Tyrant (modernly, The Evil Masculine) is thrown down and conquered by the Amazon Virtus (The Good Feminine from Camp Martius.)  Of course, we’re supposed to believe that emancipation from King George was inferred.

But it wasn’t and ain’t.  Tellingly, the flag was adopted in 1861, at the beginning of America’s first Civil War.  (Quite another Civil War has been ongoing for many decades now.)

And when Latin and Rome are connected to the subjugation and destruction of a king, obvious conclusions apply.

Here we thought that the heroines of our Feminine Revolution, battling constant disenfranchisement and oppression, beset at every turn for millennia, only managed to break through the iron grip of Tyrant Patriarchy in the last few decades.

And — as we’re constantly informed — there is ever so much more still to accomplish before, at last,  Woman is unsubjugated and released from the hellish chains of Man.  Only then will our wonderful, caring, egalitarian New Age bloom.  With males finally under strict control, the Tyrant cast down, Eden at last can emerge.

Yet, somehow . . . here’s an adopted State Banner, in conspicuous and proud use  for almost a century-and-a-half, proclaiming a Roman-flavored defeat of masculinity by an Amazon Goddess, termed the “genius of the Commonwealth.”

Hm now, would that be the Virginia Commonwealth, the American Commonwealth, or the Secret Commonwealth?

Yes.

Our last post eavesdropped on virgin-goddess Pallas Athene and Ben Franklin upon the lofty heights of the Washington Captitol Dome, where Gen’ral George’s shortsword still held its blood.

 

 

In the Virginia Flag, we see the same identifying artifacts of Athena, the spear and head-dress/helmet.  In the Capitol rendering, the weapon points up and away, as she counsels ma-sonic allies.  On the Virgin’s flag, however, her spear points at the ground upon which her conquest lies defeated and/or dead.  One foot on his heart, she glories in Victory.

Her aqua-blue Mari-time colors seal the deal.

Bring cakes for the Queen of Heaven!  Quickly now!  For who is like unto her in battle?  What mere man can meet the abyss of her gaze?

That was 1861, folks.  Supposedly, the “womens’ movement” for “liberation from patriarchal oppression” was just beginning, barely even organized.  Thirteen years prior, powerful interests arranged and funded the Seneca Falls Convention, as the Underground Stream again surged to surface, riding the back of abolitionism and the “Spiritualist Movement.”  (The opposite of spirituality.)

In 1954, when l.d. was uno, the General Assembly of Virginia adopted their Flag’s official salute:

I salute the flag of Virginia,
with reverence and patriotic devotion
to the ‘Mother of States and Statesmen,’
which it represents—the ‘Old Dominion,’
where liberty and independence were born.

 

Any ideas what/who the “Old Dominion” is?  Hint: it ain’t God.

To name an entity the “genius” of a land, state or commonwealth equates to the Pauline ”principalities and authorities” that overshadow and rule the nations, ancient and current.

Secret Sun’s been flashing the numeral 17 lately, so here’s l.d.’s contribution:

Then the angel carried me away in the Spirit into a desert. There I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was covered with blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns. . . . The seven heads are seven hills on which the woman sits. They are also seven kings.

Rev. 17: 3, 9-10

 

Our last post, btw, opened with a picture of the European version of the “celestial goddess” riding upon a bull, or male beast.  An ox, of course, is also a bovine.  Wikipedia, again, is instructive:

 

Oxen (singular ox) are cattle trained as draught animals. Often they are adult, castrated males. In New England and Maritime Canada, the term oxen refers to trained steers at least four years of age. Prior to age four they are referred to as handy steers.

 

What! . . . there’s some part of Canada that isn’t Mari-time? LOL

Castrated males, trained steers.  As the tune goes

Carry me back to Old Virginny
in a sealed black box

Well OK lil dynamo mighta fudged that second line a bit . . . .

Wikipedia’s page on Oxen includes a very appropriate illustration — captioned “Draft Zebus in Mumbai, India.”  [emphasis added] Here ’tis:

 

 

For now, we’ll skip more blabbering about the Mother-cults of Catal Huyuk and its cattle iconography.  Tired of repeating.

Lastly, let’s cogitate Hokie.  Remember that Virginia Tech is a technologically oriented school.    Caltech, M.I.T., and the Illinois Technological Corridor, housing Alcatel-Lucent Technologies.  All one interest.  Under one roof.

O. M. Stull — noodle that name — penned the “Hokie Cheer” around 1896.  Supposedly, the word hokie is a “nonsensical” word he “made up.”

 

Hoki, Hoki, Hoki, Hy.
Techs, Techs, V.P.I.
Sola-Rex, Sola-Rah.
Polytechs – Vir-gin-ia.
Rae, Ri, V.P.I.

Sola Rex, Sola Rah, eh?  Reel nonsensical.  Any resemblance to Isis and Ra purely coincidental.

Whatever you say, O. M.  Let’s all sit lotus-style, ain’t we enlightened. 

Outside Japanese, the only other applicable context, hoki denotes a fish, a merluccid hake of the family Merlucciidae, native to Australia/New Zealand.

Mer.  Luci.  Day.

“Large mouth containing sharp, pointed teeth” says the blurb.  We believe ‘em, got the scars for proof.

But it’s all just nonsensicalness peepul!  Just a purty tracing board, nothing sinister.  Handy steers.  Sola rex, sola rah.  Old Dominion.  Sweet, innocent Amazon Virtus, foot planted atop her Kingkill.

Jump right on in, the water’s phyne.

Looks like a sword/fish with two bad ends but hey if O. M. says it’s just the Hoki Poki, then Ra Ra, we’ll lift a glass to our old Alma Mater — as we would any gorgon — and show some school spirit.

Large mouths and razor teeth point ineluctably to the planet’s leading Black Madonna Merluccids, Michelle O-Babalonia and Oprah Winfrey, First Ambassador to the Global Elders.  (See  Global Elders I and II on our old blogspot site– September 16 and 18, 2007, respectively.)

Prior to inauguration, bitchqueen Oprah and the Obamas convened a Secret [commonwealth] Dinner, gloating over their Diversity Deception and scheming anew.  Ben Fairhall is target-on when describing these Commonwealthers as insane, smooth-talking repto-pathologies, reminding us again of the “charms” of L. Ron (Mother) Hubbard. 

Likewise  just prior to the (public) inauguration – with its intentional “mistakes,” followed by the real inauguration under the watchful Eye of Master Architect Brother Benjamin Henry Latrobe — Oprah’s Production Company distributed a youtube vid of various Hollywood Mindwipes shilling for the Obamanation.  (Below photo via The Secret Sun, see his post for more on Obamason.)

 

  

(The do-over went down in the White House Map Room – nautonniers — apparently without the Bible’s presence in this private ceremony.  Illumi-invitees only.  Once again, l.d. is stunned.  Nurse, nasal cannula please.)

The video includes “pledges” from Demi Moore, Cameron Diaz, Ashton Kutcher, George Lopez and others.  Sample vows:

I pledge to be of service to Barack Obama

I pledge to be a servant to our President

 

Very borderline stuff.

Sauron Approved This Message.

The vid is copyrighted Harpo Productions 2009, Oprah’s personal film company.  Harpo is palindromic Oprah,  and snugly fits the Heath Ledger death anniversary-decapitation (by kitchen knife) and the Belgium (Baal-jam) day-care slaughter under Ledger-mask facepaint.  Harpo Hellclownette, glibly and profitably  leading us down a Marx rabbithole that can only end in horror.

 

He was hours away from becoming president. She’s one of the most influential people in America.

 

 

What an ingratiating toady Mark Walker is.  Didn’t even have the cojones to ask Ms. Billionaire to pay the band.

Not that she offered.  They’re Privileged White Males, doncha gnow!

Barefoot in the kitchen, one of our researchers suggested an episode from the cooking-competition show Iron Chef, presided over by Star Trek “Captain” William Shatner, garbed regally in a floor-length purple topcoat.  In the episode in question, turkey dishes (American colonists, Thanksgiving, ect.) are the weapon-of-choice.  A rather bloated white American — remindful of Uncle Sweetheart (U.S.) in the film masked and anonymous — squares off against a black man who was orphaned, adopted by a Scandinavian woman, and taught to cook by the house grandmother.  Very Obams-ish, and although the symbolism of the Beauseant chiefly concerns gender and conditions of consciousness/unconsciousness, our Cultural Artificers have ensured that America likewise was painted into an inescapable corner on race issues. 

(Shatner’s topcoat recalls this post’s opening image.)

America’s distant slave-past has made invulnerable the “progressive” iniquities of America’s recent past, present and future.  Being of-color, like being female, has become a comprehensive cultural and moral free-pass, and a perfect weapon in the hands of humanity’s enemy.

With (non-elite) white males the collective Scapegoat of the nation for the past half-century — with maleness by far the greatest crime — and with the Bad-Cop setups via the Bush Administrations — the nation and planet are primed for the salvific NWO, and no authentic masculine challenge is possible.  Object, and you’re a Hate Crime, an Aryan Nation-er.

Worse, you’re a Misogynist, the Summa of Sin in the NWO, as it was in the OWO.

On cue, the Obamanation begins by “correcting” the most egregious of “Bush” policies, banning torture.  All hail the Good-Cop!

More popular “changes” will be forthcoming, but no transition will take place.  Our Kontrollers remain the same, flitting just out of the visible spectra, tweaking and shaping the Dreaming Mind, which the zombie bodies follow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Right now at Corcoran (Kore-Koran) in Kings County, Kalifornia, a wizened, self-contained little man skates forth-and-back across his cell, gliding on air.  Spry for his age, he grins a great deal, and he is grinning now.  His hands clap and squeeze, clasp and unclasp.  Devoid of restraint, under Alien Hand Syndrome, the hands locate his sketch pad, trace a few more loops around the quarry.  Always circling, like the Santa Fe Ring.  Clasp and squeeze. 

The little man envisions a small goat in British Columbia, at the Petting Zoo in Vancouver.  Kids voices echo in, calling out from the background, sometimes shrill.  Syncopated, the man and beast butt the bars gently, sharpening their caps like steak knives.

Little to do in a cage except plot and wait, fill the hours with sweet revenge.  Draw a bit, bleat at the guards, and stay very, very sharp.

They have all the time in the world.

 

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun
in his jealous sky
that we walked in fields of gold

(Sting)

 

 

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UPDATE

 

Just discovered a harmonic article at a site called Conspiracy Grimoire.  Author apparently goes by Thuth — the last person to leave a comment on this blog.

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