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
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
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
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’.
It was there when you came out
it’s a special lack of grace
I can see it in your face
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
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
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.
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!