God Poet Transmitting.......
There is a darkness swirling up out of the steam grates of urban dystopia, and... it is riding The Midnight Jet Streams... in every place where The Sun has gone round the curve. It's looking for a place to land. It is wailing across the burning desert of Saudi Arabia... hoping some Jinn will get a clue and stop the derailing of the gravy train that the international bankers... arms merchants... and Satan worshiping politicians... and sundry have been riding in recent years.
A coke-snorting... second-rate comedian of a little dictator is the engineer, and he's AshkeNAZI born and bred, so... he's the right tool for the kind of thing that goes nowhere except back and forth to the money laundries. By this time, I suspect the printing is washed clean off the currency.
That swirling darkness has fragmented into thousands of little black tornadoes that are engines of compressed anger... looking to get unbottled just as soon as the wrong person gives the right person a dirty look. One thing leads to this and leads to that, and it's another Sarajevo Serenade, as soon as it touches enough people... so that you can't track the event back... to whoever was initially responsible.
An army of keyboard warriors with computer savvy has invaded the rat warrens where the vermin and the rodents hide the swag. The swag is being itemized and cataloged. They've got a bunch of little lists, and... to quote the Mikado... there's none of them be missed. Once they've got the lineup settled... from the DNA pecker-tracks on the swag, they're going to follow the spoor into the unhallowed halls where The Shithouse Rats have made the laws that were supposed to protect them... from what they never expected... was going to catch them in the act.
They've got armies of lawyers, but... this time they're going to have to dance in The Court of Public Opinion because the people who put them in office... under false pretenses... just put someone new in office... with the full congressional backing of both houses and... as some urban wit once put it somewhere; shitz bout to get real up in heah! In fact... this is so.
It must be moving with Heaven's Imprimatur because they are now headed... by invitation... to Fort Knox to see if there be any gold in them there hills of steel reinforced concrete, AND... this can only lead to a moment of; "Slowly I turned, and... step by step, inch by inch... Niagara Falls!” Yes... the investigation is coming round that northern corner that will put a cold shiver up the neck of every sleek and porcine Teletubbie... at any level of real rank... anywhere in The World. It's turning about until it is facing The Federal Reserve... where they have the funny money printing presses that; now, I am just assuming this, BUT... isn't that where all the interest on The National Debt is getting drained into? Isn't that where all the interest accrued on imaginary money printed out of thin air is going?
Okay, a diesel dyke... a rabbi and an international banker walk into a daycare center and... sorry, I forgot the punch line. It's something to do with multiple personality disorder and they're all the same person... or... no... I don't remember. Oh well.
Anyway... these little black tornadoes are spinning and dancing all over the place, and most people... as usual... are unprepared for what happens when someone gets hit by one of them, and immediately attacks whoever is in reach. Sometimes it will hit a crowd. Sometimes it will hit a wall and jump-start everyone leaning up against it, and... to make a long story short... everywhere one of these tornadoes of compressed anger hits someone... bad shit ensues.
I saw it happen at the entrance to the gym yesterday... between two retired gentlemen (well... only one of them was a gentleman, and from the size of him that was a good thing for the guy who wasn't a gentleman) and an argument nearly turned into blows exchanged, and prior to this... for the last nine years since I have been here, I have seldom even heard a cross word spoken.
Now I am seeing rage and fury... with attendant threats... all over social media, and all of this is being stirred up by these tornadoes that got set in motion by The Usual Suspects who operate all the heavy machinery behind the curtain. Change unheard of is going down and things are happening in Washington that are a step further than anything we have seen before, and... there is no end in sight. Flaming... jumping reindeer shit... two New Years short of a Christmas!!! I have not seen the like before... not with this kind of ubiquity.
The morally bankrupt political whores from Europe called a meeting and could not get a consensus. Even when Brigitte Macron jumped out of a cake in a Chippendale tearaway suit... nothing happened. Oh! Oh! The Money Men round The World are agitated, and they are terrified because... JUST LIKE MR. APOCALYPSE TOLD ME twelve years ago in Italy; “Visible, I'm going to appear in their midst and pull their pants down in front of The World. You... have... my... word... on... that!” This is some serious deja vu that I am experiencing, my friends because I was told that all of this was going to happen long before there was any evidence of it coming about.
Not only is it happening, but... it is happening just as I was told it was going to happen. Though I have learned my lesson about storming The Gates of Heaven... there is something to be said about accessing The Higher Planes via sky-power chemical agency. Sometimes you get to see things way ahead of time. I have no doubt it could have been accomplished through natural mediums, BUT... this is the route I took, AND... even if I am a little late to find The Official Route to The Land Behind The Veils... it is not foreign territory to me. I've already seen it a time or two thousand... now and again, and again, and again. I just wasn't able to stay there.
It isn't how you get there... getting there is all that counts, and you can't get there through infernal agency, BUT... otherwise... there is leeway to be had. Guru Bawa once told me; get wisdom anyway you can. Steal it if you have to. I guess that's what Prometheus and a few others did.
Here's the thing. It is all defined by intention. If your intention is right, you can come up the dark side of the mountain, it's just a more hazardous affair. I look back on some of the things I did in my impetuous drive to find God, and... I marvel at the reckless efforts, but I marvel even more that I am still here. God truly is watching us all the time, and... if you are sincere and true of heart... somehow... you will find the way. Otherwise, you will be a highway marker. Still... as HPB said;
“There is a Road, steep and thorny, beset with perils of every kind, but yet a Road. And it leads to the very heart of the universe.
I can tell you how to find those who will show you the secret gateway that opens inwardly only, and closes fast behind the neophyte forevermore.
There is no danger that dauntless courage cannot conquer.
There is no trial that spotless purity cannot pass through.
There is no difficulty that strong intellect cannot surmount.
For those who win onward, there is reward past all telling: the power to bless and to save humanity. For those who fail, there are other lives in which success may come.”
That has been a comfort to me since I first saw it many decades ago.
Each soul is on a road that is formed from their desires... ambitions, and appetites. We are seeing now what sort of a road so many (cough cough) world leaders have been on and what has happened to the legions of the blind that have followed them. Now... all plots are being unmasked. I wanted to find God and everything else was secondary, so... it turned out that all my errors and mistakes... all my wrong turnings... did not matter at all after all.
The wailing cries of the stuck pigs fill the air and no one is buying their bullshit. Facts and figures are appearing by seeming magic. WE HAVE THE RECEIPTS!!! The paper trail is there. The footprints and fingerprints are there, and... what... are... they... going... to... say, when court convenes in mid-air? Well... uh... you see, he did it!!! He did it!!! Heh heh... oh it is coming, and now... back to those spinning tornadoes.
There is no question that the men in the shadows have few options. Somehow... they must create a distraction big enough to turn the heads of The World... away from seeing the truth about them coming out into the cold light of day.
I suspect that... this time... the people exposing them know that they are in the crosshairs. It is... perhaps... also true that they are even laying traps for them. We shall see. Never has so much been on the table before. Never has it been so clear that The World Entire... could be turned on its axis... at any moment... by some act of calculated risk or... ambitious stupidity.
Will they be able to turn the course of things back to The Same Old Same Old or... has their time come indeed? We are about to find out because... as is ever the case... I have been watching The Trends and Patterns, and... I see where the evidence trails are leading and who the major players are... that are at the other end of the trails. Schmuckerberg has learned NOTHING... nor has Gates... Soros... or any of the rest of the demonic ilk. A wounded beast is very dangerous. I pray that cool heads are filled with vigilance and mindful of the minefields and false floors. We are about to see The Greater Purposes of The Purpose of Demonstration... one way or the other, and...
... one last thing (is it real or is it Memorex?)
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