Loosening the Seals
And I saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice, Who is worthy to open the book, and to loose the seals thereof?
And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof. (Revelation 5)
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Oct 5, 8:58 PM (ET)
WASHINGTON (AP) – The presidential seal has fallen off President Barack Obama’s podium and clattered to the stage as Obama delivered a speech to a women’s conference.
The president was joking with the audience and getting some laughs when he realized what happened. “All of you know who I am,” he quipped.
Obama told the audience that somebody in the back was really nervous, referring to the staffer who hung the seal on the front of the lectern so precariously.
The seal fell about halfway through the president’s remarks to Fortune magazine’s “Most Powerful Women Summit” Tuesday at Carnegie Mellon Auditorium in Washington.
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I beheld Satan like lightning falling from heaven
(Luke 10)
In both Hebrew and Greek, barack or baraq = lightning.
Last night we almost published this post, before deciding to see what gift morning might bring.
And patient birdy was delivered of a nice juicy Phat Wurm! Yes indeed punkette, we surely know who you are.
Soon, all the universe will too. For. Ever.
The Banner of Mordor behind our Presidential Pussyman reads “The Most Powerful Women” and after the Great Seal went keee-rash, the punkette tried to slither out of it, suggesting that someone on his staff should be nervous.
Nice scapegoating attempt Mr. Id Serpent, we expect no less from your gutless and masculine-free self, but it is you and your femsupremacist nation that has been baracked. Again.
Take a long, deep breath of Eternity, all you lying and grasping and bullying motherfuckers serving evil babylon, ’cause that was only the beginning of woe.
Here’s the balance of the post, unaltered since yesterday. Note the photo of Pharaoh behind his Campaign Isis Lectern (scroll below).
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
–HST
Gone but not for long!
– Little Dynamo
Old and Evil was already buried in this land, waiting. Long before the Pilgrims.
And the Boomers turned out to be Rong about most everything, except that rarest of earthy phenomena, the spirit of love. For the few that actually practiced it.
Has anybody here seen Razorface?
I heard he’s back
lookin’ for a place to lay down
must be gettin’ on
needs a man who’s young to walk him around
(Taupin, John)
Rock-me-baby rolled the Virgin’s personal State on October Three. Carry me back, Pa Pow New Ginny Agin-ny, as when two Americans repping Virginia’s Synchronicity Foundation got deceased at the Mumbai Massacre . . . just after Inja claimed the Moon for Inja. The Synchronicity Foundation described ongoing visions in Virginia of an entity calling itself the “Divine Feminine” and ”Blessed Virgin.”
Come down, and sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon; sit on the ground without a throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans….
(Isaiah 47)
Vectored through Isaiah, those words show both Faithful and Oppressors that Senor Jefe knows the origins and nature of endtimes Babylon. The first Great Escape wasn’t Israel from Egypt, but Abraham from Ur of the Chaldees, a physical, psychological and spiritual region.
The postdiluvial serpent cults and cultures, under overshadow princes, eventually re-amassed at Babylon, with ancient world HQ shifting as need arose: sidewinding from the Persian Conquest to Sparta and Athens, thence to Rome, then to the Pharaisic Second Temple in Jerusalem, to indwell Herod and others, to decap Baptist John, and to prepare every hindrance for Jesus.
The towers were re-forged (temporarily), the tongues welded into English lingua franca, the cunning slave markets of East India Co. re-dedicated, the Mystery Goddess re-erected on her “own base” here in Shinar. In “A Flying Scroll for Shinar” we checked Zechariah’s ephah “basket” that measured and contained the iniquity of Mystery Babalon’s nation.
For the mystery of iniquity doth already work: only there is one that restraineth now, until he be taken out of the way.
And then shall be revealed the lawless one, whom the Lord Jesus shall slay with the breath of his mouth, and bring to nought by the manifestation of his coming….
(2 Thessalonians)
In Paul’s second letter to the neophyte Thessalonian church, he specifically places Mystery Iniquity (lawlessness in context of injustice and general unfairness) in eschatologic context, just prior to, and during, a future Second Advent. Paul makes the same endtimes point as Zechariah: an institutionalized spirit and practice (often gloating!) of unfairness will characterize Babs Dos.
The messenger instructing Zechariah actually displayed and named the ephah woman “Wickedness” before stuffing her back under lead lid. Paul first informs his fledgling flock that Mystery Iniquity is “already at work” in the world, descending from the inceptive alliance between Eve and serpent — a bargain between Woman and Evil carrying disastrous psychospiritual and socio-political baggage that culminates in these endtimes.
Paul reveals that, in the first century A.D, the transtemporal ”restrainer” limits this particular wickedness, then teleports us into the last days, when such restraint will cease, and the fullness of iniquity will concretize, by general will and consensus of The People, into the final antichrist. The personal is political, and ideology is its own god, goddess, and religion.
In 2 Thessalonians we see that even in the First Century, Equality = Gynogulag!
Ideologues are the ultimate True Believers, utterly certain unto themselves, closeminded and unwilling to learn in their “tolerance,” deluded by self-serving humanism and rationalism — the enemy’s cheapest tricks. Garden-grown Mystery is the global goddess/feminist (anti)consciousness that’s already conquered the West in spirit and temporal power. Iniquity is the political and ideological mechanism, administered and enforced by the State, that propagandizes, punishes, and oppresses god’s people — seekers after righteousness and truth — under cover of “progressiveness,” “fighting oppression,” and “redressing grievances.” Ouroboric closed loop; Our Sister of Perpetual Motion.
Power in the last days is vested in coercive, cunning elements, the ideopolitical “god of forces” (“The Force”) literally worshipped by the antichrist . . . an utter and unexamined subjugation to silly political theory; the apotheotic puffery of human self-regard.
Speaking of iniquitous self-regard that would shame Ramses II . . . Hey Tiger! where you been?
Didja miss l.d., long-time no-see bird-ee!
:O)
Sure didn’t forget about you Tige, nor about the guys you left hanging by covering up wifey’s domestic violence and penchant for lies. ‘Cause them boys don’t have blazillions in endorsement money to protect, not disposo-zazillions to pay off toxic swedish meatballs.
How’s the shack on Jupiter Island? Everything goin smooth out there with the yalie spooks and bloated warmongering traitors and despoilers of a planet that ain’t theirs?
And speaking of dragons . . . the biennial Ryder Cup golf tournament, pitting the Europeans vs. Americans, just concluded in Newport of Wales.
Dragon Passant, flag of Wales (hm out for a day on the Celtic Manor links . . . just shanked one into the camera)
In the town of Newport in the State of Cecil Rhodes (Island) squats the Mystery Tower, popularly termed the Newport Tower, very possibly a remnant of Templar expeditions under various national banners down Nova Scotia and the upper Atlantic Seaboard.
NEWPORT, United Kingdom – After a day in which he was humiliated on the course by the European team, Tiger Woods was delivered a fresh dose of embarrassment from his own captain.
Woods and partner Steve Stricker were obliterated by Lee Westwood and Luke Donald on Day 3 of a rain-ravaged Ryder Cup, as the United States managed to collect just half a point out of a possible six at Celtic Manor on Sunday to trail 9.5 points to 6.5.
But the biggest blow for Woods came deep into the murky evening, as U.S. captain Corey Pavin released his order for Monday’s decisive singles matches. Woods was buried at No. 8 in the order, a position that made it clear Pavin has no confidence in his ability to handle the pressure of the rescheduled final day.
Meanwhile on Team Europa, iniquity (for a change) isn’t tolerated:
NEWPORT, United Kingdom – Europe captain Colin Montgomerie used an unusual controversy to fire up his team and left the United States facing deep trouble heading into the final day of the Ryder Cup.
Montgomerie was incensed when two of his players, Italian brothers Francesco and Edoardo Molinai, went out for their first match of the competition on Saturday with an incorrect pin sheet. . . .
A European team source confirmed that Montgomerie’s demeanor changed “from that point on, into one of even more determination and intensity.” That mindset manifested itself in an explosive captain’s speech ahead of the final session of pairs play.
Boom Boom down go the Yanks.
(Even the best dog, kick him enough, eventually he will sever your Femoral Arteries.)
The rain-delayed tourney finished on Monday with Europe snatching a squeaker from Templar Babylon and Her Pirate Pussies, the Ryder Cup going down to the wire, the last match of the tournament.
So often the case with Iniquity: a strange and unforseen incident very possibly turned the tide against the American cause.
U.S. player Phil Mickelson, shown fashion-challenged
It seems that pre-tournament, U.S. Captain Corey Pavin decided to practice some Affirmative Action, some “Positive Discrimination,” some in-house nepotism — in short, some Iniquity — when Cap’n Corey vested authority for awarding the clothing contract for the American Side to . . . dig this . . . his own wife, Lisa Pavin.
Yep. He did. Really. No doubt the less painful of two deaths, i.e. telling her “no.”
Preposterously, it turned out actually to precipitate in Wales during the tourney (whoda thunk eh?) and behold ‘n low, the U.S. players and caddies performed soppingly, weighed-down by “rain gear” that looked Absolutely Fabulous but, alas, apparently retained rather than repelled the rain. (And who will stop it, eh?)
Ignorance of small details lost many, many battles, and even some wars. Who despises the day of small things, writ bold.
Lisa Pavin’s wise-latina-choice for golf raingear was manufacturer Solar Ziggurat Sun Mountain, whose stock no doubt has peaked. <– ekk. sorry
Folks now we’d like to sing you
Talkin’ Blind Lemon Blues
Mr. Chitlin? Uh . . . Mr. Chitlin? I’m afraid you can’t say that on the air . . . .
In “A Time of Troubling Waters” we narced on both Sandia National Weapons Lab in Albukookoo, where l.d. was stationed during the Nam Police Action, and also scouted the September 29 Indonesia quakes and Wolf’s Bus Line plummet.
Again that date and locale surfaced today (Oct. 5) in an article discussing the annual Albuquerque Balloon Festival in conjuction with the death of two of the sport’s major figures.
Abruzzo and Davis were flying in the 54th Gordon Bennett Gas Balloon Race when contact was lost Sept. 29 over the Adriatic Sea. Race organizers said radar indicated the two plunged toward the water at 50 mph (80 kph) and they likely didn’t survive. . . . [A]bruzzo shattered his forearm and broke his pelvis in the 2005 Gordon Bennett when the Abruzzo-Davis balloon struck a power line in Kansas, and he tumbled from the gondola from about 25 feet. Davis landed the balloon and was not hurt.
Did that man just say power line in Kansas plus tumbled from a gondola?
Ah hmm was Perfesser Marvel, a fuzzy little dog, and a Wicked Western Witch involved?
(For more on Sandia Labs, the Baal-loon Fest, and “power lines” see “Tangled Up in Blue” of October 16, 2008. That post mentions a successful sea-rescue operation of the Marinos (father and son) and a temporary suspension of evictions ordered by Chicago’s Cook County Sheriff, Raymond Dart. Three days ago, on October 2, 2010, Bank of America suspended evictions in 23 states. Twenty-three is the “prime masonic numeral” and Templars are international bankers. Also in recent news, White House superspook and chief-of-staff Rahm Emanuel announced candidacy for Mayor of Chicago. Chicago is locus of Second Bab Temple activities.)
Vegas and Chicago, twin sisters, as The Good Doctor might screed.
Giuseppe Mazzini, a Thirty-Third Degree Mason, founded a group of revolutionaries called Young Italy. Their goal was to free Italy from the control of monarchy and the Pope. They succeeded, and Mazzini is honored as a patriot in Italy. However, in the process, the Mafia was born. The Young Italy revolutionaries needed money, and they:
“…supported themselves by robbing banks, looting or burning businesses if protection money was not paid, and kidnapping for ransom. Throughout Italy the word spread that “Mazzini autorizza furti, incendi e attentati,” meaning, ‘Mazzini authorizes theft, arson, and kidnapping.’ This phrase was shortened to the acronym, M.A.F.I.A. Organized crime was born.” (John Daniel, “Scarlet and the Beast,” Vol. I., pages 330-331
Albert Pike was Grand Commander the Thirty-Third Degree, as well as Grand Commander of the Southern Jurisdiction of the Scottish Rite of Freemasonry. He was also a Confederate general. Pike was influenced by Mazzini. Both were military men who were good at fomenting rebellion. [Source]
Skull-and-Bones, East India Company, Mafia . . . such groups and many others are always in alignment with Mystery Iniquity, the global gynogulag. All serpents leave similar tracks.
The East Coast and Chigago/Vegas mafia benefitted vastly from Prohibition, also championed by the suffragettes. Post-sixties feminism burgeoned largely on the back of the War on Drugs/Zero Tolerance crackdown, which imprisoned and destroyed vast numbers of boys and men. Likewise both world wars fattened the reptile considerably. One big Molochian Sacrifice.
The graph below is not an accident or aberration, but a result of very deliberate and calculated “social policy” to crush fatherhood, sonship, and masculinity. Cui bono?
So: essentially no change in property or violent crime, yet an extreme spike in prison construction, prison profittering, and caging people.
Whoops! well not actual people — just mere males. ‘Cause overwhelmingly, that’d be male incarceration, at a very tidy fiscal and kultural profit too! Otherwise called apartheid, otherwise called oppression. Political imprisonment on a vast, sexist, and sinister scale. Rather like how the “crime” of Harrassment currently is used by pathological and vindictive females against males in Amerika.
. . often employing female “judges” and persecutors prosecutors. Lets the nasty little males know who’s really Boss. Keeps the dockets and pockets of the “staff” full. Keeps those new SUVs red hot ‘n rollin’.
Like HST wailed, somewhere out on the sands of the American Sinai, west of Vegas, that sweet wave rose, crashed, and receded.
It didn’t die, though. The Love Generation failed, but not the love. Didn’t come from them to begin.
What’s ahead, as foreshadowed by certain otties, Downs, etc., is a completely different spirit in and over Earth.
Whole new spin. And neither Vegas nor Chicago will break that wavelength.
Beginning on September 24 and lasting six parched days, Los(t) Angeles real-estate mogul and (retired?) hiker Ed Rosenthal hunkered in snatches of shade during his walkabout through Joshua Tree National Monument. It is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of the living god. Even when he likes you.
His ordeal started Sept. 24 when Rosenthal went for a day hike but became disoriented after making a wrong turn while returning to his car.
After losing his bearings, he wandered some 25 miles in the searing heat to the canyon where he spent the following days with a horsefly that buzzed around him.
His face was tan and leathery, and his eyes were tired but alert as he recounted the days without food or water, beyond the rain drops he caught in his mouth during a drizzle that came the day before he was rescued.
“I’m much more religious now,” he said in the thick accent of his native New York. “I prayed for rain and it rained.”
Well how ’bout that. Such an Israel Lite. Whose Real Estate is it now, Mr. Ed? And if horses can talk, why not fly?
The wolf will live with the lamb
the leopard will lie down with the goat
the calf and the lion and the yearling together
and a little child will lead them.
(Isaiah 11)
Wild mustangs in vast herds, trotting free over the rich refreshed soil where Chicago once squatted, never again a fence to bind.
Don’t you doubt it, me gentle bewisdomed droogs. Impossible as it seems in times so evil.
Greed and vanity, predation and covetousness — the Spirit of Iniquity – will burn away. The Demetrian Age and her blood-sacrifices will implode, yet the fields will burst with staggering plenty. The common currency and motivation won’t be pride or power or wealth, but pleasing god. No creature will fear any other.
Once in place, this condition will never remove, never return to, well, all this bullshit.
Remember that as your planet passes through Joshua Tree.
and p.s. keep those signs and seals falling!
