The $26 Billion Defeat
We have just completed the third week of our eight-week proof that God is making war on the United States of America.
From America's point of view this week was a good week because America tortured me into excruciating pain; from my point of view it was a good week because I documented in advance the aircraft death of an American athlete, that damned Yankee who crashed into a New York City building.
Among we Space Sailors it is considered impolite to speak the names of the dead who are damned, so I will only lightly touch upon the subject of that damned American baseball player.
America lost a great deal more than one damned Yankee this week, it lost the codes that could have saved him and thousands of other not-yet-dead-and-damned Americans.
America's torturing me caused those codes to be lost because I was in too much pain to capture and record them. So much valuable work was lost this week, work that cannot be regained.
Perhaps you will recall that when I began this demonstration three weeks ago I presented you with an American Civil War analogy; and perhaps you will recall I later used the terms "stepping up to that plate" and "taking another swing at that ball" after the fatal shooting at Platte High School in Colorado, a shooting which I documented in advance of its taking place; and perhaps you will recall I told you repeatedly aircraft carrying athletes would be crashed during this demonstration; and perhaps you can connect those references to that damned New York Yankee pitcher dying in a plane crash.
Certainly the part about his having lost his soul remains, for now, beyond your understanding, but that's another story.
We are talking here about the damnation of about half the population of the United States of America, which is way, way, way beyond your understanding; and that is the other story to which I refer.
Consider this image: See that skein of metaphorically connected events I just described as part of one strand of God's spider's web running from the center to the outside edge.
I don't know if you Americans have it in you to follow that string of codes. If you are a government pig, likely not; if you are a media weasel, maybe; if you are a real American person, you can if you want to but you will probably wait until your masters allow you to.
There is another skein which showed itself again this week, and likely we can follow this skein in the news just as we followed the skein that documented in advance the death of the damned Yankee.
I have been telling you God will relocate the North Pole over the New York-Washington Deceit area within eight years; and suddenly we see in October Buffalo, New York looking like it does in January, the glory days of autumn suddenly taken away. This is not a full skein of confirmation codes to my news that the poles will shift, but it is a good part.
Before this skein ends you will see snow on the sand of Miami Beach.
Likewise, there are more American athletes to die in the skein that saw the damn Yankee die.
And there are many other skeins to God's spider web, skeins you Americans do not want to know about..
I think America's government pigs still retain the idea that this work is useless, or they think they can modify the events it concerns by torturing me.
They can modify my work by torturing me, as they have; they can destroy my life, as they have, they can murder my progeny, as they have, they can make this work much less than it would have been had I been free; but they cannot modify the events of which I speak except to make them worse.
As I told you, the streets of Hell waft sweet with the aroma of roasting government pigs.
This "Mouse" demonstration I am carrying out is an attempt to describe a massive attack on the United States of America, an attack being carried out by God; and the attack will continue whether I am allowed to, or choose to, report it or not. I am a war correspondent covering God's war; I don't even pack a piece; and I certainly don't tell the general what to do.
I know, my referring to God gets you Americans' goat. You think God gives you license to do evil as long as you give it pretty names. You think you are God's super-loved country. Surprise, surprise, what a wonderful surprise will be under your tree this Christmas.
America's dead to God's anger will die whether or not I document those deaths in advance; but since such people as the recently dead and damned Yankee are killed and damned for America's torture of me, if America were to stop torturing me and let me prove to the world what is happening with God, America could learn how to stop those deaths from taking place.
I realize America's torture-enslavement of me is considered by the Americans to be more valuable than human life, that has been demonstrated many, many times; but now we are approaching the massive defeat of the United States of America, massive death, as a direct result of America's torture-enslavement of me.
This is separate from any war against the United States by any peoples or any nations; this is between God, Me, and America.
Other things count, too, like America's murder of innocent Iraqis and Afghanis; America's nuclear blackmail of the the world; America's leading role in the murder of this Earth; but this attack I am describing to you is in direct response to America's torture-enslavement of me, God's One True Telepath.
Consider it my Christmas present from God.
You should understand that I established enough evidence prior to that damned Yankee's death that he would not have died if he had paid attention to the evidence, if he had been aware the evidence was being established. It was simple enough. God is going to crash airplanes carrying American athletes during this demonstration. Had he known of that warning, and known of my 30 years of accurate warnings, he might not have flown.
(There was, by the way, another New York Yankee aboard another plane who survived a serious accident on the ground within hours of the death of the first, remindful of the old Space Sailor saying, "Double Shadow Mysterious, Repeat of Message, We Are Serious".) It was hardly mentioned in the news, despite the coincidence.
The damned Yankee who crashed into the building lost his life and his soul because of America's torture of me. The evidence proves I documented his death in advance; so consider what I might have been able to do if I were not being tortured in America's torture chamber.
The scope of what has happened, in the case of the damned Yankee and in thousands of other cases, is not understood by the Americans. They prefer it that way. They prefer to go to Hell stupidly than to Heaven intelligently.
Once the American defeat I am describing happens there will be no going back, no more chance of going back than that damned Yankee has of getting out of his grave and putting his little airplane back together and playing his boyful game of baseball next summer.
Let me point out to you the great scale of the battlefield I am describing to you, my map of which you are destroying as fast as I produce it. It leads exactly, precisely to what Christians call Judgment Day, which American Christians will find to be a most unpleasant day indeed.
When Americans torture me they are like insane passengers on a sinking ship who are breaking up the lifeboats because the boats look so pretty when they burn.
You Americans do not know the suicidal indecency of what you do to me, nor do you want to know because you are so happy in that indecency; but it is indecent and suicidal whether you know it or not. You are guilty of self-imposed ignorance about your torture-enslavement of me, but such ignorance is not the innocence you have constructed it to be.
What would you say to God if God were to stoop to talk to you? "We did not think there was anything wrong with our inflicting pain on the Telepath". Or would you tell God the lie you would swear to today on a stack of Bibles: "What Telepath?"
God is not as stupid as you Americans think, nor as forgiving of you Americans as you would vote God to be.
As I mentioned above, what is taking place during this eight-week attack pattern is similar to the construction of a giant spider web, a web in which America will be caught and thereafter sucked dry, and I am describing that construction to you as I name in advance such unimportant events as the death of that damned Yankee.
Your destroying my writing about God's web does not destroy the web that is entrapping you, it only makes it more obscure to you; and your destroying my life only makes Hell worse for you.
Tomorrow I will give you the fourth verse of the eight verses of Robert Burns' 1785 "Mouse" poem, on which our battle map is based. See it as dew on the web that reveals the web's form, reveals your doom and your damnation and your pathetic, wretched immortality.
For today, I have cast enough pearls before you American swine.
From America's point of view this week was a good week because America tortured me into excruciating pain; from my point of view it was a good week because I documented in advance the aircraft death of an American athlete, that damned Yankee who crashed into a New York City building.
Among we Space Sailors it is considered impolite to speak the names of the dead who are damned, so I will only lightly touch upon the subject of that damned American baseball player.
America lost a great deal more than one damned Yankee this week, it lost the codes that could have saved him and thousands of other not-yet-dead-and-damned Americans.
America's torturing me caused those codes to be lost because I was in too much pain to capture and record them. So much valuable work was lost this week, work that cannot be regained.
Perhaps you will recall that when I began this demonstration three weeks ago I presented you with an American Civil War analogy; and perhaps you will recall I later used the terms "stepping up to that plate" and "taking another swing at that ball" after the fatal shooting at Platte High School in Colorado, a shooting which I documented in advance of its taking place; and perhaps you will recall I told you repeatedly aircraft carrying athletes would be crashed during this demonstration; and perhaps you can connect those references to that damned New York Yankee pitcher dying in a plane crash.
Certainly the part about his having lost his soul remains, for now, beyond your understanding, but that's another story.
We are talking here about the damnation of about half the population of the United States of America, which is way, way, way beyond your understanding; and that is the other story to which I refer.
Consider this image: See that skein of metaphorically connected events I just described as part of one strand of God's spider's web running from the center to the outside edge.
I don't know if you Americans have it in you to follow that string of codes. If you are a government pig, likely not; if you are a media weasel, maybe; if you are a real American person, you can if you want to but you will probably wait until your masters allow you to.
There is another skein which showed itself again this week, and likely we can follow this skein in the news just as we followed the skein that documented in advance the death of the damned Yankee.
I have been telling you God will relocate the North Pole over the New York-Washington Deceit area within eight years; and suddenly we see in October Buffalo, New York looking like it does in January, the glory days of autumn suddenly taken away. This is not a full skein of confirmation codes to my news that the poles will shift, but it is a good part.
Before this skein ends you will see snow on the sand of Miami Beach.
Likewise, there are more American athletes to die in the skein that saw the damn Yankee die.
And there are many other skeins to God's spider web, skeins you Americans do not want to know about..
I think America's government pigs still retain the idea that this work is useless, or they think they can modify the events it concerns by torturing me.
They can modify my work by torturing me, as they have; they can destroy my life, as they have, they can murder my progeny, as they have, they can make this work much less than it would have been had I been free; but they cannot modify the events of which I speak except to make them worse.
As I told you, the streets of Hell waft sweet with the aroma of roasting government pigs.
This "Mouse" demonstration I am carrying out is an attempt to describe a massive attack on the United States of America, an attack being carried out by God; and the attack will continue whether I am allowed to, or choose to, report it or not. I am a war correspondent covering God's war; I don't even pack a piece; and I certainly don't tell the general what to do.
I know, my referring to God gets you Americans' goat. You think God gives you license to do evil as long as you give it pretty names. You think you are God's super-loved country. Surprise, surprise, what a wonderful surprise will be under your tree this Christmas.
America's dead to God's anger will die whether or not I document those deaths in advance; but since such people as the recently dead and damned Yankee are killed and damned for America's torture of me, if America were to stop torturing me and let me prove to the world what is happening with God, America could learn how to stop those deaths from taking place.
I realize America's torture-enslavement of me is considered by the Americans to be more valuable than human life, that has been demonstrated many, many times; but now we are approaching the massive defeat of the United States of America, massive death, as a direct result of America's torture-enslavement of me.
This is separate from any war against the United States by any peoples or any nations; this is between God, Me, and America.
Other things count, too, like America's murder of innocent Iraqis and Afghanis; America's nuclear blackmail of the the world; America's leading role in the murder of this Earth; but this attack I am describing to you is in direct response to America's torture-enslavement of me, God's One True Telepath.
Consider it my Christmas present from God.
You should understand that I established enough evidence prior to that damned Yankee's death that he would not have died if he had paid attention to the evidence, if he had been aware the evidence was being established. It was simple enough. God is going to crash airplanes carrying American athletes during this demonstration. Had he known of that warning, and known of my 30 years of accurate warnings, he might not have flown.
(There was, by the way, another New York Yankee aboard another plane who survived a serious accident on the ground within hours of the death of the first, remindful of the old Space Sailor saying, "Double Shadow Mysterious, Repeat of Message, We Are Serious".) It was hardly mentioned in the news, despite the coincidence.
The damned Yankee who crashed into the building lost his life and his soul because of America's torture of me. The evidence proves I documented his death in advance; so consider what I might have been able to do if I were not being tortured in America's torture chamber.
The scope of what has happened, in the case of the damned Yankee and in thousands of other cases, is not understood by the Americans. They prefer it that way. They prefer to go to Hell stupidly than to Heaven intelligently.
Once the American defeat I am describing happens there will be no going back, no more chance of going back than that damned Yankee has of getting out of his grave and putting his little airplane back together and playing his boyful game of baseball next summer.
Let me point out to you the great scale of the battlefield I am describing to you, my map of which you are destroying as fast as I produce it. It leads exactly, precisely to what Christians call Judgment Day, which American Christians will find to be a most unpleasant day indeed.
When Americans torture me they are like insane passengers on a sinking ship who are breaking up the lifeboats because the boats look so pretty when they burn.
You Americans do not know the suicidal indecency of what you do to me, nor do you want to know because you are so happy in that indecency; but it is indecent and suicidal whether you know it or not. You are guilty of self-imposed ignorance about your torture-enslavement of me, but such ignorance is not the innocence you have constructed it to be.
What would you say to God if God were to stoop to talk to you? "We did not think there was anything wrong with our inflicting pain on the Telepath". Or would you tell God the lie you would swear to today on a stack of Bibles: "What Telepath?"
God is not as stupid as you Americans think, nor as forgiving of you Americans as you would vote God to be.
As I mentioned above, what is taking place during this eight-week attack pattern is similar to the construction of a giant spider web, a web in which America will be caught and thereafter sucked dry, and I am describing that construction to you as I name in advance such unimportant events as the death of that damned Yankee.
Your destroying my writing about God's web does not destroy the web that is entrapping you, it only makes it more obscure to you; and your destroying my life only makes Hell worse for you.
Tomorrow I will give you the fourth verse of the eight verses of Robert Burns' 1785 "Mouse" poem, on which our battle map is based. See it as dew on the web that reveals the web's form, reveals your doom and your damnation and your pathetic, wretched immortality.
For today, I have cast enough pearls before you American swine.
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