No Steen King Badges

 

Omen of a Better Age being the RACIST motto on the RACIST badge of the Order of St. Michael and St. George.

 

 

Whoever St. George is.  Unless he’s the one underneath.  Wait, is he a Saint two?

It’s all exponentially confoozling and, did we mention ‘racist’ yet?

What bliss! poiched on elft breast of Lady Fair, her Herness all crown’d and fine bedecked.  ´Tis the Queen of the Order herself!

Don’t mind her she’s just being official.  Royal Queenie don’t gots to show you no steenking badges.

 

 

Ok it is gratuitous and yes St. Michael hates Mexicans as well, heck all Latinos to be diverse about it, it’s documented.  Could just as soon be a Mexican begging for breath under Michael’s slavemaster sandals there, as an innocent inner-city hero like St. George the Retroactively Righteous.  Certainly, Michael is an equal-opportunity hater.  I mean they got pictures!

So, sadly outed . . . St. Michael the Chauvin–ist, crushing the races, no different than that instant oswald named Derek Chauvin, who participated in a Scottish Rite ceremony inexplicably choked-out a black man named George Floyd, in Sergio Leone-esque elongated time, providing cover for the most recent episode of The Reset.  After the CV19 global lockdown softened ’em up.

Chauvinist!  being the cry of the Perpetually Aggrieved Feminists during the Sixties, when little dynamo was but a spark.  Demanding more ‘rights’ in a land they rule.  And at last the blessed-be hour of Jezebel and Osiris is come!  Woman rides the Beast, shore, but trotting out a scapegoat named Chauvin is slathering it on, even for our New Sorcerer Sodality.

Murderer-Chauvinist St. Michael snuffed St. George Floyd, right there in fronta God ‘n Everybody, right out in the street, knowing ten cameras were recording every move, and the vid would saturate the planet next morn.  Sounds credible to me occifer!  Mr. Chauvin/ist tra la la, kneeling on beloved St. George, hand in pocket, whislin’ Dixie, hitting every chalk-mark on the Big Red Stage.

Si, was that cruel patriarchal oppressor CHRISTIAN Michael who wantonly, egregiously, and with total RACISM AT HEART slowly crushed the life out of a fine, upstanding, respectable citizen of Minneapolis.  Cuz only White Angels Matter.  Uh huh!  Keeping the Black Beauty down.

 

look who got wings now chump

 

Ah!  here he is!  St. George sporting new corona, inaugurating their Inclusive Order of the Ages.

 

 

St. George — sacrificed in Gemini — and templar-twin coronas

 

 

marked by Scottish Rite, agent of chaos

 

Modern sorcerers use technology, drugs, media and other tools to manipulate mass or collective consciousness.  This most recent rite, sucking the race vein and hastening the Fabulous Equality Ordure of the Ages, was staged just up street from the local Prince Hall Grand Lodge.  Hm.

The Satanic Way, like the Templar War Banner, is all about reversal and inversion, spellcast at global levels.  Thus in the Victim-o-cratic Politburo when one strikes, one cries out in pain as wounded, as oppressed and offended, pointing out the perpetrator.  On the Checkerboard Tessellates, on planet oppositorum of twins and dualities, the enemy’s perennial tactic is flipping the table.

 

And the Lord God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life:

And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.  (Genesis 3)

 

 

Oh my heavens.  Thissun is even darker.  And horny!

No badge for you.

The Templar Banksters, the Inbred Schemers, the gathered Serpent Tribes, are slathering to rule long-sought New Atlantis, paradice on Earth, where lies are truth, evil is good, all things are backward, but hey it’s relative.

 

Templar War Banner — note design simplicity, impressing at the most base and basic level; God separated light from darkness, now darkness wants its day

 

Oh and, that is St. George’s Cross.

 

Apparently St. George, like Liberated Lilith, wants to be on top now.  The Philistines stole the ark, clever magicians hotwired “old flat-top’s” blue barge to sol niger. 

 

And the Lord said, “Behold, they are one people, and they have all one language, and this is only the beginning of what they will do. And nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them.   (Genesis 11)

 

And the Great American Eclipse clove the land.  Re-lux redux: 2024.

 

Stellar Corona

 

The Enemy of Humanity comes only to murder, torture, mock and steal.  Goddess Libertas is a fallen star, refined in retorts of Chaldea, Egypt, Rome, Gnostic cults, Templar and alchemist labs, revivified and codified in the Enlightenment and French Revolution, weaponized in the Mojave and the Sonoran, the very icon and beacon of America,  Liberty Enlightening the World, deified in the harbor of the nation’s — and the planet’s — Great City.

Goddess worship and gynocracy was always the nation’s secret and occult destiny.  Now comes St. George, another pharmakeia death-dance, another ancient rite under the terrible metal groves of Urbopolis.  NRG put to good use, no crisis wasted.

Here’s to you, Saint George the Martyr!  Thou art an eternal spoke in the Gears of the Woke.

Crowning the elevated serpent, corona illuminatus rex = antichrist.

 

 

Eighteen eighteen, a double portion.

 

Verily I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever ye shall loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.  (Matthew 18:18)

 

 

Antichrist Rising: The Altars of Baal

 

 

 

And they said one to another, Who hath done this thing? And when they enquired and asked, they said, Gideon the son of Joash hath done this thing.

Then the men of the city said unto Joash, Bring out thy son, that he may die: because he hath cast down the altar of Baal, and because he hath cut down the grove that was by it.

And Joash said unto all that stood against him, Will ye plead for Baal? will ye save him?  He that will plead for him, let him be put to death whilst it is yet morning: if he be a god, let him plead for himself, because one hath cast down his altar.

Therefore on that day he called him Jerubbaal, saying, Let Baal plead against him, because he hath thrown down his altar.  (Judges 6: 29-32)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yet I have left me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him.

So he departed thence, and found Elisha the son of Shaphat, who was plowing with twelve yoke of oxen before him, and he with the twelfth: and Elijah passed by him, and cast his mantle upon him.  (1 Kings 18-19)

 

 

 

 

 

The Exhumation of Obamus Corona-tus

 

In All the Dark Continents, Third Day: Annunciation from August 2018, your friendly neighborhood dynamo apprised of Obamus coronatus, a fossilized ancient sea creature — sea beast — that Mr. Science recently spaded up.

 

Damn they’re right, I do see the resemblance! Kinda like an intestinal roundworm. Almost $2 billion free for the Prince of Persia, gee thanks Hussein Soebarkah!
In truth, a burrowing, tricksy, disgusting parasite:

[dateline June 19, 2018] It lived an uneventful life in Earth’s oceans 500 million years ago, but now this newly discovered creature has an unusual honor: It’s been given the scientific name Obamus coronatus, a name that honors President Barack Obama’s passion for science. (“Coronatus” means “crowned.”)

Again with the wreathed or crowned dragon. Prolly jussa coinkidink, move along nothing to see, Bible ain’t real neither is Jesus.

 

That discussion of the crowned serpent, scarlet ouroboros, Apollyon/Scorpion, Antares, and Ever So Much More included this ringer

 

Obamus coronatus plus corona around flag in ‘New Yorker’; solar/stellar worship and influence is the heart of occult operations, almost to beginning of the race

 

So from 2018’s ‘ancient find’ of Obamus coronatus, we hie to, well, now, and the corona virus likely originating in a Chinese bio-weapons lab, just a drakon flit away from Wuhan City.

China is hand of the Red Dragon, as Africa is the devil’s profiled visage; in crossfire is caught the sprawling East, and it’s territorial spirits, from Red Sea to East China Sea.

American corporations, banksters and entrepreneurs ditched the U.S. middle and lower classes . . . suckers! and decamped ‘neath the wing of the Red Dragon.  As Amsterdam Vallon attested, it’s warmer there than you think.  Now America is dependent upon Chinese pharmaceuticals, etc. and is getting fretzy.  Lie down with dragon: arise with worms.

All smiles and cha-chingy.  Right up ’til it ain’t.

And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. (Revelation 12:3)

 

 

hint of corona in flag, no?

 

 

primary distribution twins viral morphology

 

 

The little darlings have crowns, you see?  Coronas.  Satan’s wee suns.

The crowned serpent is a typical motif/metaphor in Gnosticism and alchemy.  Medieval alchemy bridged the ancient occult or mystery traditions to both modern chemistry and mass psychological manipulation = cryptocracy.  The crowned serpent or beast signifies completion of the Great Work, coniunctio, transformation of opposites, integration of polarities — lower/libidic/terrestrial energies, or prima materia, and the celestial or spiritual energies.

Isn’t that just special.  They worked hard on it, too.

Anyway, remember Juan Corona, the Mex serial killer who snuffed migrants in orchards and buried them along the Feather River, in little dynamo’s home state of California?  Juan’s middle name — Vallejo — is l.d.’s hometown, site of Zodie’s first two cereal-moanial murders.  Small whirld, little dynamo.

Now, Juan wasn’t the caliber of our old pal Zodie!  Not the eddacated and finessing type.  But Johnny Corona made up for it by slaughtering lots more folks.

That was ’71, and Zodiac’s confirmed slayings were in ’68 and ’69.  Call it signs of the times.  The Red Danube Waltz.

 

the Red and the Black of it, Africa to South China Sea

caption: How come that filthy mooslim gets the golden elixir, while I’m stuck with bat-blood?  Can’t these ingrates remain in the lovely concen comfort camps that I built for them?

 

C’mon, guys!  On the same team!

 

Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona

(Simon)

 

Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy.  They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore I did away with them as you have seen.  (Ezekiel 16:49-50)

 

 

from the heedful film ‘Melancholia’, or, ‘The Story of My Divorce’

 

It’s all over, Baby Blue.  Poor Lars doesn’t know where he gets this stuff.  :O)

But be at peace, here’s the good news: Earth is not about to be smacked into crystalline crinkle bits by a rogue planet.  Rest easy.  It’s a spiritual divorce.

Now less-good news: the incoming is worse.  A disgruntled rogue angel and his friends.   Unlike planetary rogues, they like to destroy things slow.

OK ok that wasn’t much actual peace.   Only an interlude.  May have over-promised a bit there.

Not a ton ‘o sunshine this outing, unless you’re into black sunshine.  So we will leave you with something uplifting.

Beast of the East

The Dark Continent is a dangerous place for the Children of Light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mean while in Rome, the Colosseum lions are doing as the Romans did.   This time combining child and Christian sacrifices.  Dunno if the chains are me dreaming or a Fashion Statement.

 

 

Wings, check.  Shrieking mug, check.  Must be future because he ain’t chained now.

 

Be vigilant, watch. Your adversary the devil as a roaring lion walks about seeking whom he may devour.  (1 Peter 5:8)

 

“Paradise is Gone”

Hurricane Michael (row the boat ashore)

 

foot on neck

 

please stfu

 

It is the tongue of the serpent . . .

that holds the Keys

 

 

celebrity millionaire model — truth in advertising

 

children of Ham; as above, so below

Brenda Snipe-Hunt, Elections Supervisor, Broward County, Snakeland

 

We’re Number One!

We’re Number One!

 

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Every summer our family fled Vallejo (currently shrouded in smoke) for vacation in our beloved Sierras, beside blessed Yuba, with campfires and cots and coolers.  RV pansies shot on sight, not that there were any back then, couldn’t pass the roads.

Dad’s ancestors arrived with the Gold Rush, prospecting and running the little miner’s town of Washington, CA — yoop Washington — later setting up in Nevada City, where Grandpa Ray was born ‘n raised.

Twas a different California in the Fifties, whether Eighteen or Nineteen . . .  different nation — spiritually, culturally, materially.  The 1950s and ’60s was hour of the Annunciation, but satan remained in charge.  The Golden State wasn’t Primal Paradise, but close as this planet has had to offer.  God wasn’t nearly so angry with America, then.  Like He is N.O.W.

Each year, on the final morning beside the Yuba, Grandpa taught us to soak down the Camp Fire.

Apparently a lost art in Paradiso California.  Lots of things are missing from modern America.

 

Paradise house-key

 

 

 

 

Recall our many ‘Dark Continent’ posts scanning the satanic imago of continental Africa — whose influence in modern America, via music, entertainment, identity politics,  ‘immigration’ etc. is, well . . . outsized.

 

Each planetary territory (generally, national boundaries) is overseen, and influenced, by an angel.  Continents contain numerous such spirits, acting — some more, some less — in concert.  All woke Christians should understand the spiritual ‘climate’ of any country they reside in, or visit.

These spirits, permanent until Parousia, usually have presided for millennia . . . thus are deducible as to character — partly via inhabitants, culture, law and so on, and partly via Scripture, like Daniel 10, composed 610-620 B.C., confirming that of spirits extant on Earth then, only two were faithful to Scripture and Jehovah.  So, a war without sweet odds :O) but then, God delights in bucking the proud and entrenched.

While little dynamo was at market getting laxati bread, apparently They revised the World.

Seems the Mercator Globe of common usage is accurate as to geo-shapes, i.e., boundaries, but inaccurate as to relative size of continents and attendant countries.

 

(Dark = actual relative size; light = present Mercator)

 

Below is the ‘adjusted’ globe.

 

 

Wahl looka who turns up at Global Center, a sprawling, dominating, teeming mass that, increasingly, influences global culture.  It’s ole sand-noggin! that big horn-dog, Scratch, who hunts up ‘n down in the world, and round ‘n around.  Our buddy Equator Eye, seeking whom he can devour.  And he has devoured billions.  Takes a big mouth, always open, to tell his lies while consuming nations.

Iran, China, the EU, and other bad actors are striking partnerships with the Dark Continent . . . even as S.A. purges the Evil White Man.  The ancient Eastern Dragons a’plot.  More Christians have been tortured, murdered, and otherwise persecuted in Hamite Lands — Africa, the Middle East — than all Christians in prior centuries.  Accomplished before the Great Horn, and the Great Eye.

In myriad ways, around and above the planet, the Dragon is expanding.

War looms, some already partake.  The Revelation 12 ‘virgin sign’ whirled into the heavens on 9/23/17.  A year later, Michael smites a drake’s head.

All over the Walls of the West, the serpent is crawling through cracks.

 

Prayers at the Western Wall were unexpectedly interrupted on Wednesday night when a snake slithered out from stones above the women’s prayer section.
The reptile caused some “panic and embarrassment” among the worshipers below, until a “skilled snake catcher” was found to capture the serpent. . . .  (emphasis definitely added)

 

Do tell!  Well yer honor, the snake emerged just above the heads of the praying women.  Damn, were they all named ‘Eve’?  Wonder what they were praying for?  :O)

The fissures in the Walls of the West are legion indeed, the whole structure alive with serpents.  Gonna take a skilled snagger to bag that he-hag!

 

And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand.
And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand years.  (Revelation 20: 1-2)

 

That is Then, This is Now, and the Prayer of the Women must be first answered, that they be given the god they chose, in fullness.

Holy Ignition! but soon First Paradise was abandoned to authority of the Serpent.  The Dragon took terran possession, and eventually Last Paradise incinerated, on heels of the Panhandle Punch.  The phoenix (dragon) rises from the ashes —  antichrist and the apotheosis of Globalism — which along with liberation from all restrictions and responsibilities, is the Prayer of the Women at Western Walls.

Then war in heaven (big war) and the binding of the Beast.  That completes the Straightening of the Lord’s Highway.

After these things, the King.

 

 

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All the Dark Continents, Third Day: Confirmation

Italy is a day ahead of the Western Central Standard Time zone in which your little dynamo resides.
It seems that on the same day l.d. published All the Dark Continents: Annunciation and All the Dark Continents: Judgment, Mount Etna decided to take action.
What a coincidence. Must be getting lucky in old age.

 

 

 

Looks like Independence Day.  For somebody.

 

All the Dark Continents, Third Day: Annunciation

To everything there is a season

and a time to every purpose under the heaven

 

 

A time to love, and a time to hate

a time of war, and a time of peace

(Ecclesiastes 3)

 

Well this ain’t the Time of Peace, in case your name is Van Winkle.  But it was in ‘fittynine, when Pete Seeger scrawled Turn Turn Turn . . . and even ’65, the Byrds soaring and searing it on the Noodlesphere.  Another deep groove in soft vinyl.

Within a decade Festival Annunciato dropped its love-beaded curtain, pre-Millennial rush receding fast, and across the West flew Jezebel into her Season of the Witch.  Just like old times!

 

 

 

MI6 HQ — umm What is ‘ancient pagan temple’, Alex?  I won?  That’s impossi . . . I mean yes of course I won.  What did I win?

Ra-ther classico Sumero-Babylo stepped-schema, melding Greco-Roman elements.  You know, Diversity is our Strength.  Everyone’s Equal except those we say aren’t.  Inclusion or Death.  All gods welcome here.  Or just be your own!

Modern Brit Secret Service traces to early 19th Century, techniques evolving from Elizabeth I, John Dee, ‘Crazy Ed’ Kelly, and that court’s Enochian magick . . . fallen angels . . .  they’re always ready to help!

So — late Sixteenth A.D. concurrent with Brit East Indies Co. hatch-out.  In the century prior, the Templars (Western Masonic Orders) concocted international banking.   How’s that workin’ out for you, Elmer?  Need some more credit?

 

as above, so below — MI6 at Vauxhall Cross

 

. . . open-beaked chicks, hungry ports agape heavenward, just waiting  . . . .

 

to be plugged-in!

 

5Gzzzzrrrt. . .  separatio alchem, vintage ’64, Amending Civil Rights by dividing the population into Protected and Unprotected classes . . . guaranteed to atomize and dis-spirit, slow-boil Melting Pot, marking predators from prey.  Manufactured magma rupture, say Fissure Number 8.  Have yo-sef a Lava Ball!  Rebels in paradise, bumpy grinding polity of long restless faults, and toasty nocturnal burblings, just audible underground.

‘Ole Fire-Lake be heatin’ up, subterranean mag/ma rivers coursing high and restless.  Scripture’s County Dump for uppity Sons ‘n sech — sulfurous cauldron of unfestivity and disgruntledness.  Organically renewable! and 100 percent bio-degrading.  For Lofty Ones siphoned and magnetized to Big Blue, drawn down from vast, gravity-free celestials, and restricted to planetary surface . . .  these bubbling receptacles beckon, eager.

 

 

clockwise:  Virginia Seal (of celestial rebellion); ouroboros; Ahura Mazda/Az-hur/Beel-zebub; Great Terran Serpent, with New Zealand at head; Abel (acceptable sacrifice, good son) aflame in ‘world series’ victory; Ring of FirePower; Hexagonal Eye of Saturn

 

And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication.
And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand.
The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb

(Revelation 14)

 

Deluged Babylon, tormented with fire and brimstone, Christ and certain angels witnessing . . . gots to see them witch-boots twitch.  Brimstone = sulphur, emitted by active volcanoes, substance long equated with daemonia.  FireLake appears four times in Revelation.  Caldera scaldera.

On December 29, 2013, in the Portuguese archipelago of the Azores, Sao Miguel Island pop-topped.  Prior bloviations explored spiritual-preparation of the pre-U.S. North American Continent by sundry . . . prominently Port-u-gal’s fourteenth-century ‘Military Order of Christ’.  Don’t satan look purty in white wings!

This Order originated to cloak disgraced and abolished Templars, their lucre-grubbing, Baphomet-bowing, pre-bankster scam hounded from Europe,  gaining shelter with a complicit Portuguese king.  Shucked Templar skin, started calling themselves Jesus’ Friends.  This serpent-nest later spawned Master Mason Albert Pike, in Columb America.

 

Beauseant, Templar War Banner.   Chaos overwhelms order, unconscious swamps conscious, feminine conquers masculine.  The spirit of the Dark Continent occludes the King of Light.

 

Last September witnessed a celestial signet of Biblical provenance — the ‘virgin’ birthing the ‘man-child’ — a harbinger of, and participant in, Revelation 12 events.  The man-child is heavenly prize, and prey.

Next in Scriptural sequence is ‘Ole Red’s appearance, looking to go Total Croc on the newborn man-child.  Of this dragon’s arrival, many portents already exist, both occult and overt:  Red China, Redstocking Feminists, Red Pileus of Goddess Libertas and her secular/republican revolutions throughout the West.  Etc.  All haters of Father and of Christ.  Everywhere, the Red Dragon rises, here making feast at Wicker Park.

 

 

After this, Scripturally, the collective and/or individual ‘man-child’ is snatched to God’s Throne, likely a reference to harpazo: rapture.

The dragon’s — satan’s — thirst for man-child blood triggers war in the heavenlies, where some angels, including Michael, are seen continuing in warfare to ward Satan Inc. away from the Throne, escorting them to lodgings more suited to their temperatures temperaments.  The angel visiting Daniel reported that of all planetary authorities, only Michael and himself stood for truth and Father’s Word.  Not particularly comforting.  All the princes over nations/territories already were in rebellion.

As the celestial and earthly dragon surge toward maximum — and global — power, the war shifts to include the heavenlies.

Just because two-thirds didn’t rebel doesn’t mean two-thirds are prepared — or even disposed — to fight.  Angels are created individuals with discrete wills.  None of them are perfect, that would be God.  Do all the kids in a high-school have the same aptitude, or desire, to wrestle or box?  Do all soldiers in an army comport with equal intensity?

Likewise we’ve scoped the Portuguese-inhabited, and influenced, town of New Bedford, MA — haven for occulture and demonism, from notoriety as a font of American Feminism, to currently hosting King’s Highway West, marking New Bedford on that demon-saturated bog called the Eastern Seaboard.  The titled Bedford clan, of Jolly Olde, are the Russells — Russell Trust, Skull-and-Bones, yes it’s CryptoLand, you never left.  Rolls the bones and jumps thee three squares back, oh noes you landed on Masonic Boulevard!

Volcanic Alert: Ring of Fire Unrest Intensifies

Colossus Waking Up

credit: Daily Crow

 

Giants in the Earth, hello Days of Noah.  Dispute for Heaven and Earth full boil, on Portuguese Sao Miguel in the Azores . . . everywhere.  Hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown.  (Revelation 3:11 — Christ to the church and angel of Philadelphia)

 

Sao Miguel 12/29/13 — The left-profile volcanic cloud has a caricature nose, moustache, and nimbus of hat or crown. Possibly sombrero.  Could also be a large wart. :O)

 

Again, furnas de Sao Miguel, Ponta Delgada (off coast of Portugal, Azores) — left-profiled face, sporting indigenous-type head-dress/crown.

Same spirit, new town, here is ‘Elijah’ — brought to you by God’s Geography.  (Mount St. Helens, 1980)

 

 

Below is caldeira San Miguel, in El Salvador.  El Salvador = The Savior, who definitely is not named Michael, despite Seventh Day Adventist confabs.  San Miguel is just a popping pimple.

 

caldeira furnas, San Miguel, El Salvador — again, left-profiled, but instead of the volcanic atmospheres of Port-u-gal, sulfuric lakewater; mountain-crest is ‘crown’.  Hmm not many swimmers out . . . that can be fixed.

Here’s El Salvador’s Volcan de San Miguel again — right field, facing ‘downward’ is a small animal with long face, short legs/small feet, and long laid-back ears.  For you critter lovers out there.

Just for variety, and truth in advertising:

 

caldeira furnas, lower chambers  :O)

 

Whilst we’re yammering about typically faunal geoscapes, the recent U.S. Open Golf Championship landed on ritzy Long Island.    There are no crocodiles on Long Island, excluding residents.  Call it the Shinnecock Croc.  Downside up, like Beauseant.  Blocks ’em in and snarfs ’em ups!

 

 

Upon a landscape of reptilian predation, tis no accident that Montauk — of the infamous Project, an outgrowth of the Philadelphia Experiment — perches on the snout of the crocodile.  Not very brotherly.

Keeping it family, Long Island’s a hub for MS-13.  Number of rebellion and wickedness.

Now for the Indonesian breed.  Grand-daddio.  (Much chunkier because the Eastie Croc has been chomping a loooong time!)  Didn’t appreciate getting tidal-waved.  But we liked doing it!  even though we almost died.  Some parties are too good to miss.

 

 

One Hebrew word for Revelation 12’s drakon — poised to devour the manchild and Christ’s Church — is OZIEL.  Strong’s Concordance confides:

[A] wreathed animal, i.e. a serpent (especially the crocodile or some other large sea- monster); figuratively, the constellation of the dragon; also as a symbol of Bab.:–leviathan, mourning.

 

Tidy!  Celestial Draco, croc, Leviathan, and Babs(ylon), all jammed into three syllables.

In Revelation 13 (did we mention rebellion?) the Red Dragon is ‘wreathed’, emerging from a sea.  Many demons currently are reserved under earth and water, for eschatological roles.  Mustn’t fear.  Unless Papa’s Name isn’t in your noggin.  Then you are fair game.

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.

 

Here’s a graphic from years back, of Barack (“lil’ lightnin'”) Hussein Soebarkah, that global champion of ‘Gay Pride’:

 

 

The photo ran as personification of notorious homo-hotspot, the Provincetown Spit/Scorpion Tail:

 

 

Ho Ho!  me hearties.  Set our course for Buzzard’s Bay!

Seeings how these demons luuurve ‘back ends’ so much, they get to witness their own end.  It really is a lot of fun!  OK maybe that’s just me.

 

Scientists discover fossil of ancient sea creature, name it after President Obama.

 

Damn they’re right, I do see the resemblance!  Kinda like an intestinal roundworm.  Almost $2 billion free for the Prince of Persia, gee thanks Hussein Soebarkah!

In truth, a burrowing, tricksy, disgusting parasite:

[dateline June 19, 2018] It lived an uneventful life in Earth’s oceans 500 million years ago, but now this newly discovered creature has an unusual honor: It’s been given the scientific name Obamus coronatus, a name that honors President Barack Obama’s passion for science. (“Coronatus” means “crowned.”)

 

Again with the wreathed or crowned dragon.  Prolly jussa coinkidink, move along nothing to see, Bible ain’t real neither is Jesus.  You neither.  Only me.  Me!  ME!  Although it does get lonesome.  :O)

 

I fell in to a burnin’ ring of fire

 

I went down down down down and the flames went higher 

(June Carter, Merle Kilgore)

 

 

Lucifer, who is Apolly-on and Abbad-on, is the bright star Antares, notable for its strong bright red color.  It belongs to the constellation Scorpio (our later versions), which is also a serpent (in the older or cloaked versions) and sometimes appears as an eagle (occult versions).   — from ‘Hidden (occult) Meanings in the English Language’

 

So, closet Mooslim and homosexual enthusiast — and Scorpio(n) King — Barack Hussein Soebarkah, as Antares satelliting Lucifer, who leads all rebellious luminaries.  A strong glowing red dragon, sometimes appearing as serpent, reptilian as in Eden.  Constellations: Draco = Dragon, Serpens = Serpent, Hydra = sea monster or Leviathan.  Plus Scorpio as scorpion, serpent, and eagle.  The core of Team Lucyfer.

As for the ‘eagle’, Barry Hussein was pres #44:

 

 

Weaponized, crowned with stars (celestial realm), carrying the occult banner of ‘Out of Many, One’.

 

Crowned serpent/scorpion

 

 

It was there when you came out

it’s a special lack of grace

I can see it in your face

(‘Barrytown’)

Cool Hand Luc

The Red and the Black of it.  Jan (‘The Man’) Brewer and The One, tarmac twinnage: ‘who yo daddy?’  Yellow in hair/signage = sickness or poison.  Ain’t much doubt who is really in charge, hmm?

 

Our 2012 post ‘The Sisterhood Is Not Going Away: Bestest Knows Best‘ opened with the above photo, snarking out happily:

 

The personal is political, Barry. You’re always on vacation, perhaps you hadn’t heard. It’s the Cost-a Concordia.

Phoenix touchdown of Air Force One and reducks, the Red and Black splatter across the tarmac, Rubedo Queen and Nigredo King posed drakonic, at barter over babylon’s spoil. Our New Diversity Ordure, squabblin’ deh buzzardmeat.

Oh no! must be the season.

Overshoulder, the Big B hints that Barry goes both ways. :0)

Jesus said the antediluvian “days of Noah” were an endtimes prefigurement, equivalent conditions applicable to both. K + B = Kalb, as in Antares, red-giant in Scorpio.

 

The ‘Sisterhood’ post appended this relevant quote from Genesis 6:

There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.

And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.

 

Later in that post we took the photo’s inverted-color “K” and “B” and wrote:

 

 

Recently the scorpion arose in discussions of

1) the volcanic eruption/island creation in the Red Sea

2) the homosexual community and annual gay-fest at the Provincetown Spit on Cape Cod in Massachusetts (shaped like scorpion tail)

3) the Masonic Youth Child Identification Program (MYCHIP) run by the organization Masons of Massachusetts (folks, you can’t make this stuff up!) in partnership with the Massachusetts Crime Prevention Officers Association and the MA Dental Association.

4) Kalb al Akrab, the “heart of Scorpio,” a red binary star in the Constellation Scorpio, and its anagram barak

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Now, by some astonishing happenstance, internet Christian researcher Jonathan Kleck has discovered the same correlation!  Small whirld ain’t it?  (Thanks for the cred, Jonny.  You don’t mind if we call you Jonny?  Great.)

All slinging us uroborically back to Obamus coronatus and its naming,
Coronatus means ‘crowned’.  Scorpion resplendent.  Crowned serpent.

 

Gnostic crowned-serpent; also appears as uraeus serpent-crown on the brow of Pharaoh

 

Viconti of Milan family crest, serpent devouring child, i.e., the Empire Never Ended, Milcom Is So Yesterday, Now We Slaughter Them in Wombs and Call it Liberation

 

 

Jonny did, however, suss that reports on Obamus coronatus dated to 500 million years, and Jonny connected ‘500’ with Strong’s Concordance for Hebrew — antichristos.

Oh look!  Barack Hussein Soebarkah is visiting Johannesburg . . . lodging between the very teeth of the beest!  Why South Africa asks American Thinker, but readers here know.  All ten of you.

 

 

Home-land, indeed!  Purging Whitey from South Africa as we speak.  While Pharaoh supervises and congratulates.  But that’s not racism because . . . well because we say it isn’t.  It’s only racism when you do it.

People liberate what is evil, it turns and devours them.  Don’t pet the snake.

Pharaoh’s angry: men are getting on his nerves, and further empowering women is the solution!  Which he’ll resume after he finishes-off the White Devils in his homeland.

 

 

I like the way things used to be
And though you’d like some company
I’m standing by myself

 

I can see by what you carry

that you come from Barrytown

(Becker, Fagen)

 

Barry’s sellout of America to his buddy the Prince of Persia greatly damaged the U.S., but that was then, and this

 

 

. . . ain’t.  Love that kinda talk.  ALL CAPS.  :O)

 

Like Iranian-asset Barry Soebarkah, Emmanuel Macron is a mooslim-moocher.  Little Emmanuel was born in Amiens, France, sixty klicks from the English Channel, whence he squirmed from Atalanta Modor’s saline innards.  (Revelation 13‘s beestie arises from the sea.)

The French Revolution (Goddess Libertas) and the American Revolution (Goddess Liberty on national pedestal) were one post-Enlightenment, masonic project.  Occult workings, on one level.  Later, FRENCHMAN Frederic Bartholdi created Liberty Enlightening the World,  pedestalized in N.Y. Harbor as America’s apotropaic, guiding deity.

 

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.  (Zechariah 5: 10-11, emphasis added)

 

Preferential slaying method of the French Revolution was guillotine.  The Franco-American ‘revolts’ sought destruction of kingship and elevation of the Templar Banking Elite, later Cryptocracy/Deep States, under republican/democratic fronts.

 

And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years.

(Revelation 20:4)

 

The French Jacobins’ Reign of Terror enjoyed the guillotine: efficient, modern, and as a-personal as their own Hallowed Polities; likewise, da Mooslims; likewise Herodias and daughter Salome — pre-Empowered Ones who demanded, and received on platter, Baptist John’s head.  The common demonin denominator here?  ‘Goddess Libertas’ unleashed and predatory.  Satan walks ‘up and down’ in the world.

 

So he carried me away in the Spirit to a wilderness, and there I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was full of blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns.  (Revelation 17:3)

 

In multiple passages, Scripture prophesies a ten-nation confederacy or combined-kingdom that the beast/antichrist rules and utilizes.  The ‘woman’ riding the beast (overshadowing and controlling) is both the ‘Goddess’ (demon spirit) and the collective empowerment of Western — especially American — females.  The insignia for the French Revolution was/is Lady Liberty with pileus, or Phyrigian Cap.  (= N.Y. harbor Statue of Libertas with crown plus Red communism and communitarianism).  Marianne’s star indicates a celestial entity — in this instance, probly Antares or another red-giant, the possessing spirit.

 

triangulation: Jackie in pink hat, coat, skirt; Jackie = kore in virginal-pink, red=mater, black=crone

 

And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication (Revelation 17:4)

 

 

 

Wicker Park, Wicker Man.  Pileus blood-sacrifices, associated with goddess-cults, of which Gnosticism, masonry, sorcery etc. are sub-temples.  Red-Marxism for that just-added kettle flavor.

In both Revelation 13 and 17, the beast has ten crowned horns (allied powers or nations) and seven heads.  The seven spikes or rays of America’s Libertas probably represent continents or seas (= an entity with global reach and influence).

Emmanuel Macron is front-runner as the Ten European Kingdoms honcho; gots to chunk ‘Prince Willie’ in samewise, given requisite globalist/banking/occult pedigrees.  The Israeli President recently christened Willie ‘a prince and a pilgrim’.

Yeah well, satan’s a prince too.

Willie’s da-da is Prince of Wales (red dragon); if Charles outlasts Elizabeth and becomes King, then William is Prince of Wales, drakon principia.  If both die or abdicate, William becomes Dragon King.

Then of course there’s The Turk, that ambulatory pathogen, Erdogan.  Unscrambles to E-dragon.

Prince William plans to bring lasting peace to the Mideast

Prince William and the Little Horn Described in Daniel and Revelation

 

I wanna see

them boots twitch

 

 

Finally in the antichrist sweepstakes there’s Ivanka Trump’s PoodleBoy, Jared ‘666’ Kushner, who inexplicably was awarded the Keys to the Mid-East, based upon vast experience as . . . a bankster . . . uh Donald Trump’s son-in-law.  Rather like Ivanka’s White House self-installation, complete with offices.  Princess ran the White House inner-circus the first annum, despite having NOT been elected.  To anything.

Kush-ner — Kush (or Cush) sired Nimrod, planetary pre-Antichrist, great enemy of God, constructor/ruler of Bab Uno and Tower.

PoodleBoy may facilitate dividing the Holy Land — perhaps even Jerusalem — thus initiating late-eschatological events.  Trump is addicted to making Big Deals.

So many antichrists from which to choose.  And they’re all so damned worthy!

That’s all (vaguely) interesting, you say, but what’s this to do with Annunciation?  You promised something with the title, and you didn’t deliver, and I’m feeling a little abused, here.  A little led-on.  We know where you live, you know.

Hmph.  Your little dynamo APPRECIATES your FAITH in him, and furthermore [sniffle snork], well . . . oh just forget it!

Anyway you needn’t worry about the Annunciation, because it’s over.  So there.

This here’s the War and nobody asked your permission.  Pen in one hand and axe in the other.

 

 

The festival was over

and the boys were all plannin’ for a fall . . .

The curtain had been lifted and the gambling wheel shut down

Anyone with any sense had already left town

(‘Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts’)

 

‘Twas a doozy, a stunning celebration for an even more marvelous King.  And when it ended, sometime in the late Sixties or Seventies, a new spirit gradually took prominence, a spirit long abiding, a quick and devouring thing, long of tooth and claw.  Impervious to cold, and assorted other things, it glides from reeds off Long Island Sound — just below the beast’s choppers, indeed — slipping from a narrow inlet into a tall patch of salt grass.

After that, it hungered and bided.

You lucky devils get to live in the Kingdom’s umbra, its birth-pangs, potentially a wonderful and joyous thing, or for most, a terrifying and agonized thing.  In His generosity, Father permitted us life a moment before the permanent arrival of His chosen Son.  An astonishing opportunity.  Temporal and spiritual proximity to the Kingdom of the Father greatly amplifies works done now.

A final coat of verity applied to the Lord’s spiritual Temple.  When you’ve sipped — however briefly — from the Love Kingdom’s well, it’s hard to return to satan’s Kool Aid.  Everything under these atmospheres becomes distorted, because infused with sin and dark potencies.  The Love Generation being no exception; functioning as transom for both the coming antichrist kingdom, and for the Father’s Kingdom that follows.

Bit of a scrap to settle matters, and then for a holiday.  Fasten your safety belts because it’s gonna get shaky, snakey and hot.  Fear God and fret not.

Off we go!

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the Dark Continents, Third Day: Judgment

 Little Big Horn

Pangaea

 

ONECET UPON A TYME twere one big ole ‘appy world and now, it ain’t.

The War Planet strobes crimson and green tonight, celestial disco, dagger-handle jewels a’glint.  Tomorrow, Mars aligns beneath BloodMoon, closest pass in fifteen years. The lunar eclipse is planetary, less North and Central America, plus a slice atop South America.   So, God-of-War under the boundary limits of lunar perigee/apogee (sublunarity).  Reconnoitering thirsty battlefields.

Rummaging the back of the closet, somewhere back he  . . . ah.  Draw down the Colt from the peg.

Bit of God’s Geography, that ancient and secret lingo of land.  Like events, places have a secret language.  Yes Ladies and Gentlemen for you is herein assembled a Most Illustrious Cast.  Meet your Future Residents of Arkham!

 

 

 

Bossman Homeyz

 

Indo Croc

 

 

 

Nippon Dopple-drake

 

Sinai Sorcerer

 

Ms. Proud Piggy Herselfs!  Oinkin back atcha.

 

Not to worry however, your ducks are . . .

 

lined-up!  and dreaming of heavenly quackers

 

All the Dark Continents: Retrofit explored Satan’s power and influence upon Pangea during his proto-African gestation.

 

And I saw a beast rising out of the sea, with ten horns and seven heads, with ten diadems on its horns and blasphemous names on its heads.  And the beast that I saw was like a leopard; its feet were like a bear’s, and its mouth was like a lion’s mouth. And to it the dragon gave his power and his throne and great authority.  One of its heads seemed to have a mortal wound, but its mortal wound was healed, and the whole earth marveled as they followed the beast.  (Rev. 13)

 

Subsequent to this healing — which may be biological, spiritual, and/or geomorphic — the ‘beast’ or Antichrist can dominate both the saints and the ‘tribes’ or races/nations of the globe.  This individual comes into full power only after Satan is ejected from heaven and near-Earth atmospheres, and embedded utterly, as it were, into terra.  Necessarily the restrainer is engaged/absent during this Dead Zone transition prior to Parousia of Christ.

 

Well it’s so good to be here asleep on your lawn

Remember your guard dog?  Well I’m afraid that he’s gone

It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long

 

(‘Revolution Blues’)

 

 

East were old strongholds of Droogs; the predator hovers above the prey, the serpent lurks to choke the manchild, and East is where humanity was ‘born and raised’.  Dragons or serpents are venerated by various Eastern cultures and nations, particularly Orientals and Africans.  So are ancestors, meaning, necromancy (intended or not).  The Africa-imago overshadows the East, facing-in for , with Great Horn aimed NNE — direct at the inter-national action, the breadbasket of history and humanity.  The Holy Land.

We’ve explored various geomorphic outposts as satanic lieutenants — Japanese dubble-dragon, Indonesian serpent, Sinai Sorcerer, the lot.  Already, the ‘refugees’ of Africa and Araby (Ham’s Children) have penetrated deep into Europe and North America.  But in the east of Europe, another dragon crouches, coiled . . . a vast mountain-drake, coiled and gazing west, guarding a hidden gem.

 

 

Carpathian Drake, cocooning ‘Philosopher’s Egg’

 

The Carpathians, historical barrier between Arab/African (Hamite) invasion and the greater Contintent.  Dracul, more than legend.  For now, Poland is staunch, Hungary resists . . . Eastern Europe withstands.  Barely.

Dragons and eggs have fantastical associations, with the Carpathian ‘egg’ or jewel as Apuseni Range of Transylvania, Romania.  Liminate guardianship is prototypical dragon-stuff; trans = across or spanning, and sylvan = wooded or forest.

Far northward, the furrowed, suspicious ‘eye’ coheres as peaks near Zakopane, Poland, and northern Slovakia.  The Carpathians hosted settlements dating to Paleolithic.

Jung saw the alchemical egg as incubating chaos, prima material birthing Anthropos, the eagle/phoenix as rising ‘liberated’ soul.  This is classic coagula via artificed unification of dualities or opposites.   Same old.  Recall that medieval alchemy not only fore-ran modern chemistry, but also modern mass-psychology and intelligence ops contexts . . . advertising, statist manipulations, population control, so forth.

 

 

Sixteen years, sixteen banners united over the field

where the Good Shepherd grieves; desperate men, desperate women

divided, spreading their wings ‘neath the falling leaves

(‘Changing of the Guards’ —  1978)

 

Then take silver and gold, and make crowns, and set them upon the head of Joshua the son of Josedech, the high priest;

And speak unto him, saying, Thus speaketh the Lord of hosts, saying, Behold the man whose name is The Branch; and he shall grow up out of his place, and he shall build the temple of the Lord:

Even he shall build the temple of the Lord   (Zechariah 6)

 

The pronouncement repeats, as emphasis and seal.  The doubling motif is typical for ‘business involving Babylon’ pointing specifically to two persons: Biblical Joshua who crossed Jordan into Promised Land, and end-times Joshua, Christ’s high-priest, who crosses spiritual Jordan and welds the Eternal Kingdom to Earth.

Scripture whispers that Joshua is either boy or young man during that eschaton that Zechariah precogs —  Joshua has yet to ‘grow up’ out of his place.  Earlier in Chapter 3, Zechariah reports a contest or disagreement occurring far in that prophet’s future, concerning Joshua’s authority as high priest:

 

And he shewed me Joshua the high priest standing before the angel of the Lord, and Satan standing at his right hand to resist him.

And the Lord said unto Satan, The Lord rebuke thee, O Satan; even the Lord that hath chosen Jerusalem rebuke thee: is not this a brand plucked out of the fire?

 

The fire or furnace is the cauldron of spiritually entropic civilization.  Four entities are present — Lord, angel of the Lord, Joshua, and Satan.  The angel is Joshua’s guardian, yet makes no apparent defense, and does not rebuke Satan.  Why?

Until duly displaced, Satan has certain powers, authorities, and responsibilities before God.  A general responsibility of angels is ensuring that people selected by God for special authority on Earth are fit candidates.  Holy offices, like God’s Throne, or the archaic Mercy Seat of the Hebrews, are covered or guarded angelically.  Similarly, certain angels exercise authority over territories/nations.

All the entities present, except Joshua, are aware of Zechariah’s prophecy concerning the High Priest and the latter-day Temple.  If Joshua doesn’t finish the Final Temple with ‘Zerubabbel’, according to Scripture, there’s nothing for King Jeshua to inhabit, to take up residence in.  No fit sanctuary, no ‘place of welcome’ upon Earth.  A bit like things stood under Cyrus.

The office in question and under (invisible) dispute isn’t some obscure outpost, but the bridge to the Kingdom, the first High Priest on Earth since Christ himself, and last High Priest before Christ’s Parousia.  Joshua does ‘wear filthy garments’ even most literal; technically, Satan is correct, and within rights questioning Joshua fitness.

Satan’s real motivation, of course, is jealousy.  Not exactly legally arguable, that.

It is the LORD Himself — not the angel — who counters and rebukes Satan, and thus validates Joshua’s investiture.  The angel has no such authority.  Thousands of years prior, through a prophet who didn’t really understand what he was seeing, the LORD intervened to show Zechariah the elevation of this most unusual High Priest, and the seating of men-of-wonder before him, friends and aides.

In Zechariah 3, the LORD mentions Jerusalem because it’s both City of Peace, and personal city of Christ.  Likewise, Joshua and his ‘men of great sign’ reflect the gentleness of Father’s Kingdom.  The LORD calls modern nations ‘furnaces’, burning unseen in iniquity, greed, and deceit.  The Lord challenges Satan to deny that the individual the angel removed from that furnace is not an authentic ‘fire-brand’.  A brand is wood or metal drawn from great heat, or a marker of identity showing ownership and authenticity.  A unique and valued thing.

In Zechariah’s passages, the LORD is claiming personal ownership of Joshua, via his angel.  The objection of Satan is thus over-ruled.  Legally, and not by force of arms.  The Court recessed and the High Priest sits.  Praise Holy God.

 

 

 

Proving Grounds at Ryu Roku (Part Two: Trumpets Edition)

The buffalo are driven into the sea.  Everything not under Jurisdiction flee.  Only the ‘wild man’, the Indian, can actually see the demon.  Note the bear leading the westward black parade — later appearing on the California-seal, as familiar of Eureka.  Likewise the fact that the telegraph wire (=mass com) terminates in her hand.  What is the modern political and spiritual nature of the State of California?  Not accidental.

The U.S. labors under an occult history and pre-history, fusing the commercialism and pluralism of ancient Babylon with the intense goddess-worship of the Canaanites.  America popularly was a Christian society in 1945.  (And in 1955.)   Erosion was persistent, diverse, gradual, east-to-west, and from the margins.  Today, in the old dragon-strongholds of the East, Christians increasingly are hated and hunted, tortured and murdered, under various religious, nationalistic, and ideological excuses.

A prior ‘proving grounds’ post in 2015 reviewed the Japanese Archipelago and drake-duo mainland at close of WWII.  By August of ’45, Commie Russia was on Japan’s slipper-mat, blotting the Rising Sun on three northern fronts, tilling Manchuria for Mindmaster Mao . . . and his People’s Liberation Army, which bolshevized much of Asia pronto.  Sixties kickback: The People + Liberation + Army = Evil wiffa capital Eve.  Eleven times out of ten.

The People’s Chairman was a child of wealth and privilege.  Ho! Ho! and Cha-Ching.  The two heroes of The People’s Chairman weren’t Marx and Lenin, but Washington and Napoleon — fittingly, the Chairman’s ideo-spiritual spawn eventually captured America.  And the sirens blare in Paris.

By 1945, America showed it couldn’t be squished militarily.  Therefore the ‘Manchurian Strategy’ concentrated on psycho-spiritual ground, intel and ops, mass-com . . . Cultural Revolution with low-profile cells, corruption of morals, acquisition of academy, government, media, law.  Co-opting a Boomer Youth enamored — like the Beats, like the Beatles — of the East.  Anything to reject their parents and Western traditions! as how else to demonstrate superiority?  :O)

The Booms were peddled not the Oppressed Workers hucklebuck, but readymade, feelgood globo-supremacism . . . ‘peace’, identity-politics, consumerism, feminism, liberation-yammering, spiritualism/paganism, secular-humanist ‘civil rights’.   Appeals to our smug vanity.  The whole Babylonian blast-furnace!  Every herb and tincture in the alkhemical loft.  Every salamander tail in the cauldron.

Japan was covered above by Rooskies, and under Eye (monitoring) and Horn (power) of the Serpent Kingdom from across the Sea of Araby, to their west.   Maybe Japan’s dubbledrake mainland always was the chief prize, necessitating Nippon’s desperate pre-war empiric expansionism?

 

If Continental Africa exerts a spiritual and limbic power over humanity, and over territorial spirits, of what specific nature are entities like the Indonesian serpent/crocodile, the Korean hare, or the Japanese bi-dragon?  In the paleo-pagan and perennially rebellious Eastern World — long under domination of the hierarchies of fallen angels — such ‘stamped’ lands infer enhanced influence or position.  At minimum.  Japan is a small place, yet with persistent Imperial designs. It exhibits an outsized martial, and sometimes cruel, spirit.  Like Christian-persecuting North Korea.

Revelation 12 prophesies the tossing-out of satan and rebellious angels from heaven to the Earth, and it’s possible that Africa, Indonesia, Korea, Japan, and other draconic landmasses are past, present and/or future markers concerning the ‘habitations’ of such beings.  The Book of Genesis confirms the presence of at least one fallen angel concurrent (and probably predating) the first human beings.  This entity took a reptilian or serpent form.

 

From 2 Peter 2:4 we learn some angels were ‘cast down’ prior to the Great Flood, and Jude 1:6 (an epistle from the First Century A.D.) advises that certain angels who ‘kept not their first estate’ already await final judgment in ‘chains under darkness’.

Likewise Isaiah, living in the 8th Century B.C., prophesied concerning the fate of the chief of demons, or ‘King of Babylon’:

How you are fallen from heaven,
O Lucifer, son of the morning!
How you are cut down to the ground,
You who weakened the nations!

 

This reduced angelic being is associated with material Earth, the ground, and simultaneously with ‘weakening the nations’.

 

On August 6, 1945, the Japanese Imperium ended, as uranium-based Little Boy hammered Hiroshima.  As AF’s post infers, this effectively closed America’s military conflict with Japan.  Unbeknownst to the War Department, Little Boy also rebuked Japan for treatment of POWs.  Gotta watch that kendo stuff.  You never know whose uncle you’re torturing.

The loss of the Dragon Islands in the mid-Forties might have substituted Communist Russia for Empire Japan, and put the Pacific Theatre back on permanent, oops, red-alert.  Perhaps this instigated, or factored into, the planned strike on the Kokura Peninsula.

As AF and others suggest, the succeeding blow, plutonium-infused Fat Man, appeared pitched at spirit and administration of Communist Russia, more than reeling, burning Japan.  Use of a second and alternate atomic technology might reflect Scriptural double-judgment.  There is precedent for Yahweh specifically rebuking the spirits over nations and/or the celestial host, as in Exodus 12:12:

 

For I will pass through the land of Egypt this night, and will smite all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast; and against all the gods of Egypt I will execute judgment: I am the Lord.  [emphasis added]

 

The chapter numeral is twinned, with the apostolic number; Egypt is mentioned twice; both the terrestrial and the angelic are punished.

In the intervening post-war decades — after the ways of conquered Eastern polities — Japan adopted cultural Americana, but never abandoned Buddhist/Shinto roots.  The Bible is long-translated, but less than one percent of Japan is Christian.

However, Japan also isn’t Red Chinese.  That would have been troublesome to the West in the Fifties and Sixties.  And Japan isn’t Russian, either . . . present snugbunny of Iran.

Possibly Japan, and its spirit, reflect the geographic shape it’s southly ‘head’ is in: hanging on by a sinew.

Speaking of, about a decade ago, over at blogspot, our massively unpopular website honked that ‘Kali Lives, and Moloch is her King’:

Kali, Empire State Building, August 2015 — NOW RENTING

Along these laylines, the day (9/16) after Part One published, Chile went jalapeno with an 8.3, complete with tsunami warning.

Meanwhile, Japan and Iran negotiate NRG.  The Persian empire resurrects, alongside spiritual Babylon and Khem.   Russia and the –istan nodes, possibly Turkey, North Africa, Somalia, Ethiopia, various Ishmaelites — are prophesied by Ezekiel to attack territorial Israel.  Korea is derived from the Kingdom of Goguryeo.

 

The impression of satan conserved as geomorphic Africa features Somalia as its forward, or chief, horn — though due to flatness at the Gulf of Aden, the horn up-close more resembles an upraised nipple.  Paradoxically, the breast is youthful, yet parched and desiccate.

Barack Hussein Obama’s eldest daughter is named Malia.

It’s a funny old world ain’t it?

In Scripture, horns often represent power.  Within the Somalian Breast is a second horn, formed by artificed political boundaries — an Ethiopian horn, sharp and masculine.  Something keen and deadly tucked within something seemingly attractive and nurturing.

Ok well that’s enough about titties.  You preverts you.

Backing Ethiopia and Somalia is Kenya, supposed homeland of Barack Hussein Obama, Sr.

Having found seat in the American Executive, the spirit of Iran (prince of Persia or Medes) manoeuvers for nukies.  How camest him to such authority?

Goddess Eureka, Pioneer Plaza, San Francisco

San Francisco, cornucopia of occult geography, rites, nomenclature.  Pioneer Plaza is sand-witched ‘twixt UN Plaza (international power) and S.F. Civic Center (local or civic power) and is bordered by the State and Federal Buildings.  In this Google Map image, the illuminated Eye of ‘Eureka’ obtains, oculus within rectangle, entombed by Grove, Hyde, Larkin, and McAllister streets.

And they come unto thee as the people cometh, and they sit before thee as My people, and they hear thy words, but they will not do them: for with their mouth they shew much love, but their heart goeth after their covetousness. . . .

And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.  (Ezekiel 33)

With threat of Japan and Axis kaput, and the RussoBear temporarily exhausted within fragile safezones, America and the Anglosphere bloomed, an unprecedented pouring-forth of God’s spirit in creative activity . . .  though into naïve containers, with serpents by all waysides.  Still, the Fifties and early-Sixties permitted a certain sweetness, faint pre-Kingdom waft, and though the West fell-away as  biblically predicted, some were shielded in Father’s hands — latterly reprised by Joshua and his ‘men of wondrous sign’ that herald Christ’s kingdom.  Like David dancing the ark into Jerusalem.

Japan gathered its dead, and Europe grieved, groaned and re-built.  America throve, God taking pleasure in his people even in New Babylon, where the very mountains and coastlands prove His unmistakable splendor and grace.  What portion survives American Progress, that is.

Between Franklin and Van Ness, and due west of the Goddess Kali Grove ‘n Temple Pioneer Plaza Memorial, Fulton Street ends in a verdant little warhead, backed up against the sea.

This armed grove-let or ‘grassy knoll’ is sentried by the S.F. Opera at south, and the War Memorial at north.  (Classical and martial — living singers and musicians, dead soldiers.)

The organic projectile, this little grove, points at City Hall/Civic Center Plaza, the Eureka Kali-fornia Shrine, and UN Plaza.  Were one hovering above the terminus of Fulton Street, looking across Franklin, one might see a greensward bullet . . . or the foundation-line of an outdoor church.  From street level, most likely one would see nothing at all — and just hurry past, on important business.  :O)

During the Eighties, little dynamo occasionally utilized that very lawn as a (relatively) quiet lunchtime refuge.  Between shifts pimping for Mr. and Ms. Moloch!  :O)

Meanwhile, about a century earlier at opposite end of Amerikoo, Charles Pratt and Company bustled about their own urban sward: the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn, conjuring their Astral Oil Works, refining and selling handydandy NRG potion: Pratt’s Astral Oil.   Mr. Pratt bragged in ads that The holy lamps of Tibet are primed with Astral Oil.  (See side page graphics at Aferrismoon.)

Oot went Whale Juice and in came the Petroleum Age.  Big Earl and sheiky shakedowns.  But ole Ahab and Jezebel, they didn’t change a lick.

Poof their lights go out.  Inexhaustible and living NRG sources the planet.   Everyone sane will desire nearness to it.  To Him.  For after the master musician appears, and we are filled and stumble home, sailing down the glimmer-ways . . . does anybody remember who ushered him on stage?

Nobody will remember the Master was even introduced!  All (sane) thoughts are on him, all creatures and spirits circulate around him, the ecstasy that never fades . . . did he have a band?  Uh I think so, honey . . . was it Magneto Twelve?  Something clunky like that, yes.

May your pitiful enemies be thrown down from your Mountain, may your Kingdom duly and gloriously come, may you sit in Jerusalem with miracle waters bursting from either hand.  May every nation that rebels against your goodness go without eternally, digging wells in dry sand, forever within the blast radius.