The New Roman Empire (I)

Ben Ali Shriner Clown Patrol, Sacramental, Kalifornia

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‘Synchro-mystically’, this fact yields poetic confirmation that the ‘real’ virus is no mere germ, but a state of being equally contagious and potentially much more deadly: the ‘reptilian (or predator) consciousness.’

 

 

Her character, the aptly-named Dr Krippen, is clearly inspired by the notorious Victorian murderer Hawley Crippen; the distinctive spelling, however, and the hard K-sound, is a well-known reptilian ‘fingerprint’, based on the fact that its hieroglyphic equivalent was drawn as a serpent (cf. Meredith Kercher.)

On September 26 a Yahoonews article began:

NEW LIFE FOUND IN OLD TOMBS

Talk about secrets of the crypt: Two newly discovered species of bacteria have been found on the walls of ancient Roman tombs.

Bacteria often grow on the walls of underground tombs, causing decay and damaging these archaeological sites. Scientists in Italy found the two new microbes while studying decayed surfaces in the Catacombs of Saint Callistus in Rome.

 

The Catacombs of Saint Callistus are part of a massive underground graveyard that covers 37 acres. The tombs, named after Pope Saint Callistus I, were built at the end of the second century. More than 30 popes and martyrs are buried in the catacombs.

 

The new bacteria, part of the Kribbella genus first discovered in 1999, were isolated from whitish-gray patinas, or coatings, on surfaces in the catacombs. They have been named Kribbella catacumbae and Kribbella sancticallisti.

Krippen . . . Kribella.  Ah hmm, Repto Redux.  Further, the suffix “bella” is a feminine adjective signifying beauty.

The  New Roman Empire centered around the very Old Goddess is a joint enterprise of Great Britain and New Britain, quaintly and misleadingly called America.  The Masons who founded and directed early America, however, thought of her as New Atlantis, a revivificatin of the ancient matriarchal global-nation whose secrets and techniques were conserved in the postdiluvian Old Babylon of Nimrod and Semiramis.  The EU, as its Strassbourg Monstrosity and uncountable other elements prove, is the modern heir of those occult, enslaving civilizations.

 Only one man has reconnoitered the combination of Roman tombs and matriarchy — the extraordinary Swiss philolgist and expert on Roman funerary momuments, J.J. Bachofen, whose massive “Myth and Mother Right” remains virtually unknown.  Only a fraction of this tome was published in English, but it’s enough to make Bachofen’s major point: that the Roman funerary materials provided overwhelming evidence — however circumstantial — for the existence of an ancient and longstanding matriarchy in prehistory.

Every change in the relations between the sexes is attended by bloody events.

[K]ore’s bond with Demeter was the surce of the primacy of mother over father, of daughter over son … in ancient terms, the cultic-religious meaning of the maternal … is pimary and dominant.

 J.J. Bachofen, Myth and Mother Right

 One of Bachofen’s major (re)discoveries is the pervasive concept under the matriarchies of sanctitas, meaning the inviolablility of the female body and word, under the assumption (still in force today!) that EVERY female, whether girl or woman, personified the goddess, and thus was to be obeyed (by males) without question, under pain of death.

Not really surprising, then, the bacteria in the above science piece is called Kribbella sancticallisti.

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he ancient draco-satanic interests behind the Global Gynogulag — and the Galactic Gynogulag — now have their tessboard Pieces and Puppets in place. Mindripe and willing are the servile peoples of the West, hypnotised by toys and politics, by unearned power, by drugs and agitprop and flashing screen lights.

 

 

 

 

Trailing the Army

 

Late last week Little Dumbnamo, trailing the army, watched for ten minutes as a low, cumulus-type cloud remnant in the distinct shape of a snake cruised regally across the southern sky at about 70 degrees above horizon.  The figure was perhaps at 2,500 ft. altitude, and about 500 yards in length. 

Duhnamo mentioned it to someone tolerant of, and used to, him.

Yesterday he saw another such cloud, with about the same specs, unremarkable except for its immediatly discernable sphinx shape, which it held a surprising amount of time as it floated on by.

He mentioned it to the same someone, a person who has, shall we say, partaken personally of the weirdness attendent to yrs trooly, a person he is helping bring into the New Rajneesh Temple. (Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, it’s in a Bear Cycle but it’s coming back.  Traded in the Rolls Royces for subarus.)

Speaking of coming back — the obsession of the Egyptian pharaohs, and therefore the obsession of all ancient Egyptians, if you get the meaning — that old toad Ramses II made another appearance today, so soon after the sphinx sighting and Anubis’ grand promenade into London.

He was known to successor pharaohs and to Egyptians in general as the “Great Ancestor.”  Egypt, land of Khem(icals) and other sorceries, land of deception and bondage (life and afterlife), land of necromancy and ancestor worship.  The point of all their rituals was transfer of the pharaoh’s soul to the “outer spheres,” to await eventual and certain rebirth on Earth, with vastly enhanced powers. 

Somebody, it seems, promised them that.

The serpent means cunning, the dragon means force, violence.  This being symbolizes a “removed” entity.  Egypt, of course, was awash with literal serpents, serpent motifs, serpent iconography.  The asp on pharaoh’s head-dress.  The serpent-crozier.  On and On.

The larger, and far older purpose, is a gathering of forces, even as the dragon and human sacrifice are intetwined in countless cultures throughout history and prehistory.  Bangkok, Teotihuacan, China, the Yucatan, the Norse realms, Babylon, etc.  The lie is always the same.

And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die.

(Genesis 3:4) 

 

Cairo – An Egyptian archaeological team has unearthed a temple and parts of a statue belonging to one of Egypt’s most famous pharaohs, in a rare find inside the capital, the official MENA agency reported on Monday.

A temple built for 19th dynasty King Ramses II was found in the Ain Shams area in east Cairo, MENA said.

“The team also found parts of a giant statue of Ramses II” as well as “large slabs of limestone used to build the temple,” MENA said.

In 2006, one of Cairo’s landmarks, a colossal 100-tonne, 11m high pink granite statue of Ramses II, was moved from the polluted city to a spot near the pyramids and closer to its original site.

Ramses II reigned over Egypt for around 68 years, from 1304 to 1237 BC, and is believed to have lived to the age of 90.

He covered the country with monuments to his exploits and his mummy, on display in the National Museum in Cairo, is one of the country’s biggest tourist attractions.

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This guy’s C.V. highlights are: he set the attendance record for self-worship ceremonies (Sed festivals), he built more statues and monuments to himself than anyone else, and he enslaved the Israelites who, at the time, were under god’s protection (via Moses.)

So The Great Ancestor got his ass kicked and, apparently, his nose broken.

Welcome back, bro.  Let’s do it again real soon.

To Infinity and Beyond

   

 

Snatched From the Jaws of the Beast

 

 

 

 

 

 

For, behold, the day cometh, that shall burn as an oven; and all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedly, shall be stubble: and the day that cometh shall burn them up, saith the LORD of hosts, that it shall leave them neither root nor branch.

But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.

And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, saith the LORD of hosts.

Remember ye the law of Moses my servant, which I commanded unto him in Horeb for all Israel, with the statutes and judgments.

Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the LORD:

And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.

(Malachi 4) 

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By Mallory Simon
CNN

(CNN) — Walter Marino shouted to his 12-year-old son, Christopher, as he drifted farther away in the Atlantic Ocean.

 “To infinity,” the father yelled.

“And beyond,” Christopher replied.

After a rip current swept the boy and his father out to sea Saturday, darkness fell, and the sound of rescue helicopters and boats grew faint until they were nonexistent.

Despite the danger, Christopher, who has autism, was enjoying himself, his father said. The boy lacks a fear of death because of his autism and finds comfort in the water, Marino told CNN.

Marino finds comfort in his son. Their unique circumstances helped keep them alive for more than 12 hours in the open ocean, Marino said.

“With many kids with autism, the thing that is so dangerous is that they have no concept of fear or fear of death,” Marino said. “In this case, though, it perhaps saved him — that and the fact that water is one of his favorite things. Whenever he goes missing or tries to run away, we can always find him near water … even at the mall if it is just near a fountain.” 

Christopher was laughing as the father and son were pulled farther and farther from Ponce Inlet, Florida. As the pair lunged for buoys — and missed — Christopher couldn’t help but giggle. It was this spirit that helped ground Marino, the father said.

“It was a big entertainment roller coaster for him, that’s what got me through it — because he wasn’t freaking out,” said Marino, 46.

But after four hours at sea witout a life vest, and after it became obvious that rescue operations had ceased for the night, jellyfish began to sting the pair.  That began to “freak Christopher out,” his father said.

 

 

[illustration lifted from Rigorous Intuition — a pro-matriarchy site! lol]

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While Christopher is almost nonverbal in his communication, he and his father use catch phases from Disney movies, which the boy loves, to communicate. 

After four hours, the currents picked up, and Christopher began to drift from his father’s reach. Because of the darkness, they couldn’t see each other. So Marino shouted out part of a phrase to his son.

“To infinity,” Marino shouted, referencing one of Christopher’s favorite lines from the movie “Toy Story.”

“And beyond,” Christopher shouted back, pumping his fist in the air like movie character Buzz Lightyear.

The call and response went on for a while, with Marino choosing different phrases and Christopher yelling back. But over the course of an hour, Christopher’s voice faded until his father couldn’t hear him anymore.

“That’s when I resigned myself to the fact that he was gone,” Marino told CNN, saying he believed his son had been pulled under the water. At the time, Marino said, he thought about giving up, until he thought of his daughter Angela. She had just registered for ballroom dance classes, and he told himself over and over he would live to see her dance.

“I just kept thinking about her and how I was not going to leave her without a brother and her father in the same day — not on my watch,” he told CNN. “It was the visual of her that kept me going.”

Marino used other tricks to keep his mind focused in the 81-degree water. He remembered going to the Ponce Inlet museum, which highlighted a lighthouse. He then set out to use the lighthouse as a guide for himself, so he would know how far he was from shore.

He alternated doing the “doggie paddle” and floating on his back with his ears in the water, the way his son loved to.

He would float on his back and watch the bright stars. He wished on four shooting stars that flew by and used constellations in the sky to know what direction to go if he drifted away.

Under the stars and in the dark Atlantic, he turned to his spirituality, realizing his life was in God’s hands. A religious medal rested on his chest.

As morning turned, Marino tried to stay alert for sounds that might mean help was near.

Hearing a boat motor, he waved frantically.

Soon, a group of fishermen pulled him aboard their boat. A flash of light from the medallion had caught the eye of one of the anglers, who shouted at his brother at the helm to stop the boat, one of Marino’s rescuers told him.

The first thing Marino asked was if the men had heard anything about his son, but they hadn’t.

Marino began to grieve. It had been nearly eight hours since he had last seen his son, and he believed he was gone for good. He wept.

When the U.S. Coast Guard arrived, Marino asked them, too, about Christopher, but they said they had not found him. The Coast Guard crew asked if he wanted to go to the hospital, but he decided to stay on the boat so the search for Christopher wouldn’t be disrupted.

But Marino chose not to watch the water as the search went on.

“I chose to be down below, because I didn’t want to see them pull up on Christopher being face-down in the water,” he said.

So the Coast Guard vessel steamed on. After more than an hour, the boat went full throttle, jolting Marino backward in his space below deck. Suddenly, the boat was idling, and Marino was asked to come topside.

“That was my personal green mile,” Marino told CNN, a reference to what some people call the walk on death row from the cell to the execution chamber.

“I took three steps up the green mile to the back of the deck, and they pointed to the helicopter and they said, ‘You see that helicopter? It has your son on it, and he is fine,’ ” Marino recalled a crew member saying.

Marino was so excited he began “kissing all the Coast Guard guys.”

The father and son were reunited at the emergency room at Halifax Medical Center in Daytona Beach, where they were treated for dehydration.

“We were both very weak, tired and thirsty,” Marino said. “But I reached out and held his hand and could tell from the same sparkle in his eye that he was going to be fine.”

While Christopher can’t truly communicate what he felt during those hours alone at sea, his father hopes that one day, he will be able to tell him what he felt alone in the Atlantic.

The one thing Marino knows is that his son still loves the water and that the experience hasn’t taken away that special comfort from him.

“It may be a while before we go back to a beach,” Marino said. “But he still loves the water. He’s already gotten back in a pool.”

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The recent Interruption In Service was due to little dynamo’s intermittent homelessness, which makes it a bit difficult to blogpost.  For the moment he’s back in biznuss.

Dad and son Christ(opher) rescued from Chaos by fishermen.  Not the kind of miracle that the Millennium Dome might host.  Instead, a real miracle, the kind that actually matters.

Under the stars and in the dark Atlantic, he turned to his spirituality, realizing his life was in God’s hands.

Took the threat of annihilation to do it.  Pretty common for most of us.

And isn’t Spaceship Earth, lost and desperate, bobbing and tossed, a lonely speck of life amid Tiamat’s Void of Khaos?

And haven’t father and son been sundered in the West?  And haven’t fatherhood and sonship both been set purposely adrift, marooned at sea in sugjuagtion to the NWO and its growing global, tribal, pagan goddess-centered unreligion, locused in the Atlantic’s EU?  Yup yup and yup.

The enemy hates fatherhood because he’s the father of lies only.  He hates sonship because the son of man is greater than he.  Even Adam was superior, the enemy knows it, god rubbed it in by giving the universe to humans.  So as in Eden, the dragon rules the waves and wavelengths, putting death between father and son.

 

 

Look up, notice who connects father and son.  Who restores what this Earth’s petty powers sever.

Your dynamo spent the first few years of the millennium studying Qim Tunes, a document authored by five largely nonverbal, institutionalized autistic men in Southern California.  That resulted in Kin Notes, a manuscript attempting to “translate” and elucidate the syntax-garbled, highly coded “quotes” of those profoundly autistic men.

The Kin Notes site, called Quoteznet, was uploaded and is maintained by a mother of two autistic sons — one aspie, and one “Kannners” or deep-autistic. 

The Kanners boy, four or five when little dynamo met him, is almost completely nonverbal, but extremely intelligent.  He uses a whole-environment style of communication, relying heavily on songs, video clips, and so forth to interact and “talk” with those trusting his intelligence.  His diversity and depth of expression utilizing these means is astonishing.

One of his favorite films is Toy Story, and many times over the years he and l.d. have sat together laughing and exulting over this wonderful film.  (Yes, yes, it’s full of Disney mindslave zombee triggers etc. etc. — not everything is A Plot, folks.) 

On many, many occasions, this boy has deliberately pointed out the call phrase “To Infinity,” and the response phrase “And Beyond.”  On very rare occasions, usually when greatly motivated by emotion and desire, he has spoken to l.d., usually in the presence of others.  His mother confirms that he has never verbalized outside this context, speaking only around l.d.

Those miracles — like the miracle of the Marino’s (Marine-o) — came from our Father, but that doesn’t mean a lot of plain old hard work and love didn’t facilitate it.  It’s impossible to describe the satisfaction, joy, and gratitude filling l.d. upon hearing a theretofore silent child speak.  A little like Mr. Marino felt, probably, when he learned they’d just pulled his son from the sea.

Lil dynamo is thankful to all the interests — otties and otherwise — involved in this rescue from Typhon and Tethys, the Maritime Twins. 

In the mosaics of Greece and Rome, Typhon was typically shown with a man’s muscular torso, a long beard and horns, crab claws, and a serpent’s tail.  Gee whatta shock. 

 Our Father permitted this trial to illustrate the desperate lostness of fatherhood and masculinity on Earth, and to show exactly what steps are necessary to keep Beast Babylon from drowning fatherhood and maleness altogether.

God is telling us there are many ways to express fatherhood, not necessarily limited to blood-paternity, as with the Marinos. (Mari-noes, No-Mari.)  Like the two autistic boys that l.d. knows, MANY MANY boys across the Western world are starving and desperate for positive masculine attention and interaction.  The best and most immediate way to fight the Beast of the Sea is to encourage and/or establish connections between men and boys — even in the smaller ways like Little League, mentoring programs a la Big Brother, etc. 

Legal adoption isn’t necessary.  Just support and encourage the lads any way possible.

Often l.d.’s interactions are only frequent phone calls, but you’d be surprised how comforting it is to single-mother American boys — autistic or not — to hear the voice of a man they know loves them. 

The quote from Malachi underlines the point.  This passage is the last Word in the Old Testament, the final warning — and the final offer of restoration — given by our Father.  After speaking these words through his prophet Malachi, god was silent four hundred years, until acting again through his servant Baptist John, who announced the coming of Dad’s personal representative to Nuthouse Earth.  We all recall what welcome John and Jesus received from the State, the Religions, and the People.

Nothing has changed, except that modern deceit and propaganda are even more cunning and omnipresent.  To take merely one current example:

 

LAW OF THE LAND

ELECTRONIC CUFFS PLANNED FOR DADS

Illinois has joined a growing contingent of states to adopt a law that will put electronic GPS tracking bracelets on men who have not been convicted of any crime, but might be involved in a messy divorce.

The plan, named in memory of Cindy Bischoff, who was attacked and murdered by a former boyfriend, was signed into law just days ago and is scheduled to take effect Jan. 1.

 

Certainly there are a small number of men — and WOMEN — who are psychopathic enough to warrant close monitoring.

But that’s not really what’s being enacted here.  The preselection-by-gender is plainly fascist and satanic, not to mention unconstitutional, not that the Constitution matters anymore.  This is just more NWO/neo-goddess mass-hysteria-manipulating, ensuring that the West’s males are sufficiently emasculated and primed for the Gentle Gynogulag.

Lets electrocuff the uppity Evildoer Males ahead of time.  Saves the energy and expense of due process.  Presumption of guilt for MALES ONLY.

Not a peep from any quarter of U.S. society.  It’s all good.

Yes, it’s quite a, er, patriarchy we have here on Earth.  Cindy’s Law, Megan’s Law, Christine’s Law,  Barbara’s Law, Cupcake’s Law.  Fortresses upon fortresses, towers upon towers, even as in the days of Nimrod and Semiramis.

And look, it’s our old friend Ill-i-noise, featured in prior posts, jumping on the Fatherhate Bandwagon.

They’ll be jumping off it when the seat gets hot enough.

Times of trouble unlike the Earth has ever seen are coming.  But in the calm before that typhoon, l.d. will luxuriate in the joy of the Marino’s mini-restoration, hoping beyond hope it can be extended a billionfold across this planet, and that Earth will reject the false idols of Her Herness, under malevolent powers in high places.

For the moment l.d. will bask in the dying Sonlight, revelling in the great miracle and grace given us, selfish and undeserving though we are.  Such is the lovingkindness of our Father, so unlike the methods of this planet’s false authorities, of Pharoah’s New Shackles.

Whose God is like mine, who plucks my brethren from the very mouth of malady?

“To Infinity” says the Father.  “And Beyond” responds the son.

Heavenly music to yr ‘umble servant’s ears.

Now, each time l.d. hears that phrase, he’ll remember not only the laughter and delighted squeals of his young autistic friend, but also the miracle in the Atlantic, when the massive, rising Beast of the Sea was countered by the stubborn lovebond of one small father and son.

 

 

And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with the waves: but he was asleep.

 And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish.

 And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm.

(Matthew 8:24-26)

 

Even to your old age and gray hairs 
I am he, I am he who will sustain you. 
I have made you and I will carry you; 
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

(Isaiah 46:4)

 

Humanity is at the beginning of the journey, not at the end.  The forces described in prior posts seek to extend mankind’s slavery from this planet into the celestial spheres.  But the cosmos was prepared not for the angels, but for the righteous among human beings to inhabit in peace, joy, and eternity.  Some of the angels didn’t like that, and still don’t.

War is already here.  Don’t listen to lions and dragons purveying peace, promenading in fancy uniforms and titles.  They devour men’s bodies, and their boss devours men’s souls.  They must be confronted and overcome, there’s no way around it, and their opponents will be in a tiny minority.

Remember in the years ahead this small victory, then, when father Marino kept hope and re-discovered his faith, and son Marino frolicked amidst the Chaos, trusting in god and his father.

 

 

 

 Father and son