The Cow

Since we are killing time while Time kills you, I thought you might enjoy following a space war code as I received it from God, and see how I interpret it or misinterpret it, and how it plays out, all in "real time" as the current phrase has it.
 
I did this for you very successfully about two months ago when I described the vision-image of a tiny elephant being dropped out of the sky into the water of a marina and sinking like a stone, at one point comparing it to the vision a famous American Indian chief showing the defeat of a famous American general before the battle began.
 
The Tiny Elephant vision was played out in the electrocution death of a Baptist minister in the baptistery of his Texas church.  There was no interest expressed in this remarkable advance documentation of the death of Reverend Lyle Lake of the University Baptist Church in Waco, Texas, so there is no use splashing that puddle again at this time.
 
The code I am now going to track for you as it unfolds is called '"The Cow".
 
I have a feeling this is a very important code for me, and for you.  I suggest this may be a Little Miracle in the making.
 
In this vision-code, a huge cow perhaps as big as a small elephant is standing behind me at my right, its nose almost resting on my right shoulder.
 
That's it.  That's the whole code.
 
I have experienced so many such vision-codes in the past I can be quite certain this code is going to lead to an event, either an event that will be seen in the news or a Little Miracle, which would normally only be seen only by me but in this case might also be seen by you.
 
The process of explaining and tracking this code may take a few days, and I may have to set it aside if more pressing developments come along; like I say, we are just killing time now, waiting for Time to kill you.
 
(Certainly, you do not mind dying for America's "right" to enslave and torture God's One True Telepath, do you?  Thousands have already, and you don't hear them complaining.)
 
When I receive a vision-code like this my interest is aroused and I start guessing what the code might mean.  Sometimes I am right and sometimes I am wrong.  I am not given these codes to demonstrate some perfection on my part, but rather to be constantly reminded that God is involved in my day to day life and will, in God's own sweet time, rescue me from America's torture-enslavement of me.
 
So, to the deciphering of The Cow vision-code.
 
I first ran it through a couple foreign language variations, German and Japanese, looking for its meaning there; and then I remembered a cow vision I had just after the United States of America began its torture-enslavement of me back in about 1972.
 
 Remembering that experience led me to another cow story, one I frequently tell when I compare my company, I.C. News, to Capitol Records in its early stage.
 
Putting these two stories together has, I think, given me the meaning of The Cow vision-code.
 
The cow vision of the early Seventies relates to one of two stories of the crucifixion we Space Sailors tell.  I have never told the cow variation, but I have frequently told the other variation.  I will tell you that variation first.  Brace yourself, this is a story of Christ most Christians do not like.
 
In this variation, told among the Angels, when Jesus said, "Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do", God said to Jesus, "Look again, Son, look again".
 
So Jesus looked down from the cross at the people standing around, who were exactly like the people you see in photos of lynchings of Blacks in the South, smirks on their faces, glassy eyed with excitement, many eyes focused on Jesus' exposed genitalia; and having looked again, and seen this, Jesus understood, and died.
 
In the cow variation to the crucifixion story, the lynch mob and the few who loved Jesus who were brave enough to be with Jesus at the crucifixion had left the scene, and only the three crucified bodies on the three crosses, and one Roman soldier, remained at the place called Skull Hill.
 
Here is where the cow comes in.  Under Jesus's cross stands the Roman soldier, spear in hand, and a cow walks up to the soldier, and the soldier pets it on the nose.
 
That's it; that's the whole story; but this cow story is very important in the story of God's broader approach to the human being (by broader I mean beyond Judaism and Christianity); and even Christians might appreciate the poetry of Jesus having been born in a manger and later visited by a cow at the cross.
 
I think, however, that this is just about as much of this cow story as Christians will bear until they hear it straight from the Horse's Mouth.
 
Now to the Capitol Records comparison I mentioned.   The entire huge enterprise that is Capitol Records was established on one hit record.  It was "Cow Cow Boogie", and Capitol had it job-pressed because it had no production system of its own; but that hit record gave Capitol the capital to move on.
 
I have said almost since I.C. News published its first mailer in about 1971, that all I.C. News needs to make it to the financial big time is one big hit, one scoop the public wants to hear and the government pigs and the media weasels cannot censor out or distort.
 
I think that scoop is hopping-bopping along toward me right now, and I think I got a whiff of it in today's news.
 
That is, I have been saying I can smell Victory in the air, and today there was a Nike executive jet with landing gear trouble that dominated the TV news for several hours before it landed safely.  Nike was the Greek Goddess of Victory, we Space Sailors call her Goddette.
 
So, my interpretation of the vision-code is that I am about to get my journalistic "hit record".
 
Said another way, I am going to scoop a story that cannot be denied, perhaps and hopefully about God's saving this Earth from Republican American Fascism, and saving me from the mass psycho-fascism of the American people.
 
Saying this, of course, will cause psycho-fascist America to brace itself against this scoop, to redouble its censorship of my work and its distortion of what I am; but that's part of the fun of it, you see, knocking psycho-fascist America on its tightly braced ass.