A New Wrinkle

 
There are strong indications the great Space War attack on the United States of America is taking form; the clouds have gathered and the storm is about to rage.
 
The countdown code seems to be "Plough", and this countdown promises to follow a far more complex and dynamic countdown pattern than the recently carried out "Timber" countdown.
 
The Timber countdown documented in advance of their taking place the deaths of Australia's Steve Irwin and Anna Nicole Smith's son Daniel, the thwarted school shooting in Green Bay, Wisconsin, and on its climatic Zero day, the coup that toppled the government of Thailand.
 
To set up the Plough countdown I have been asked to tell you the following story, which at least for the time being I am considering to be the opening "Metaphor of Attack" of the next phase of God's Space War against the United States.
 
That is, the battle plan of the next maneuver of God's Space War is hidden in this story.
 
In this story, Osama bin Laden is out walking one clear, starry night in his beautiful area of refuge, contemplating God and war, and a lovely, small spaceship hovers high in the sky in clear view.
 
Osama is not afraid, rather he is struck by the little ship's beauty; and while he hears no voice he understands he is being spoken to and is being asked if he would like to go aboard to visit.
 
He says yes (telepathically), and the space ship descends slowly and lands near him; a portal opens; and he walks aboard.
 
Osama finds himself in a small, pleasant room where there is a small table with two chairs, and he understands he is invited to sit, and he does.
 
Very soon a Space Sailor enters the room.  He is carrying a tray on which sit two small, white, handle-less cups.  The Space Sailor sits opposite Osama and hands Osama one of the cups, and takes the other for himself.
 
Osama sips at the liquid and finds it to be his favorite tea.
 
That is as much as the story as I have been told, but I suggest it will prove to be an important story as we proceed.  That is, I suggest this metaphor will play out in the news as my next advance documentation of a series of events runs its course.
 
I had intended to explain yesterday's code today, "When Telepaths Attack", but the best-planned lays of mice and men gang oft agley, and I will put aside that explanation.
 
I will remind you, however, that I have told you this next demonstration could very likely prove the existence of the spirit beings known as Angels, called Space Sailors in this work, and called Telepaths in the code When Telepaths Attack; and further it will likely prove God's Angels are attacking the United States of America.
 
My little joke above, "The best-planned lays..." points to the form of the attack can be expected to follow.  The attack will be based on an overlay of the famous but obscure 1785 poem by Robert Burns entitled "To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The  Plough".
 
It is famous because almost everyone has heard its phrase, "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang oft agley, obscure because very few modern people have read it.  The famous line is often misquoted as, "The best-laid plans of mice and men oft go awry"; hence my hilarious "best-planned lays" joke.
 
I, like most people, have never read the poem, which adds a bit of excitement of the unknown for me as this most serious and devastating attack by God on the United States of America unfolds.
 
It is my guess that this attack in terms of wealth, will cost America far, far more than ten billion dollars.  I have no estimate on lives to be lost.  More on this tomorrow.