The $259 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Four
Shark America Six
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 154
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (A Slip of the Lip Can Sink a Ship)
I have been trying to squeeze in the Secret Story of the Ages, how the world got into the mess it is in, with its history of war and horror shuffled in with beauty and love, the story I call, "The Constantly Ascending Joy Factor", but news of Armageddon keeps getting in the way.
Ancient history and current events, that's about all you get at Virgil High; well, with the addition of military science, subatomic physics and Time Travel. Tomorrow, unless we have bigger fish to fry, we will return to the Battle of Smallvile and fry those God-damned fish.
Getting back to The Constantly Ascending Joy Factor, we left off last time with God asking me to help with a problem; me being the me of over fifty thousand years ago, not the wounded and poverty stricken me who writes these words for you today, God being the Supreme Being; we together being Father, Son and Pals.
My telling you the story of this request of me by God is likely to bring on the ire of many, many religionists and the mocking analysis of that fascist cult which is America's state religion, psychiatry, but rather than buffering against that onslaught I will just throw you into this story and let you learn to swim.
It is a deep story, but it is not over your head. You will not drown; it is your nature to swim.
In the context of where we are as I am telling you this story (this Earth to be dead in by 2065 and the human race extinct slightly before then) the problem God brought to me my wife and my kiddies those tens of thousands of years ago might be simply described as a Problem Pregnancy.
God was asking me my wife and my kiddies to in a sense to jointly be a midwife to that Problem Pregnancy.
You, Dear Reader, were and are the fetus within that Problem Pregnancy. Better said, all humanity is that fetus, and you are cells within the fetus.
This is important for you to know, because the historical truth regarding the human dilemma is exactly the opposite of the Old Testament biblical teachings.
Adam and Eve were not driven out of Eden, Eden left Adam and Eve.
This is not to say Adam and Eve ever existed except in folk lore, but the folk lore, the cultural memory, does describe the sudden turn for the worse of the human condition which took place just at the dawning of human existence.
Do you understand the difference? There was no sin by humankind that brought on the misery, no more than there is sinfulness in the fetus within a human pregnancy that is in trouble.
There was no Original Sin, as Roman Catholicism teaches.
Eve, who never existed, was not tempted by the serpent, who never existed, and did not in turn tempt Adam, who never existed, and in so doing evoke the anger of God...which did not exist...the anger of God, I mean...God existed and exists.
Throughout this the Milky Way Gala Sea, and I suppose throughout this Universe, gestation of God's seed runs approximately one hundred thousand years; and this has been going on among the wives of God, fertile planets, for hundreds of billions of years. These pregnancies are almost always wonderful periods for the mothers and the fetuses. These fertile planets are, after all, wives of God and the pregnancy is by the seed of God.
In her Problem Pregnancy, this poor dying Earth has been carrying the human being for some two million years; far, far longer than the normal term.
Please just consider this a statement to be proven later--and it will be proven later--but now I want to lay out the broader tableau for you and show you how and why you human beings are a central figure in this tableau.
Something happened with Earth which disturbed the gestation of the human being. We Space Sailors call it a "Snapped Twig", but in fact it was a massive disaster that happened to the Milky Way Gala Sea.
The disaster took place ahead of where Earth was moving in the circular dance of the stars and their planets around the center of the Gala Sea.
I'm not being clear, and this is an important point.
You have seen photos of Gala Seas, generally round and with an egg yolk of golden stars in the center.
Now over that image superimpose a clock face, and have the clock running counterclockwise.
Picture Earth at about Three and the disaster at about Two. Picture Earth slowly slowly moving toward Two.
Picture Two in turmoil, ruptured by a colliding Gala Sea.
Picture that turmoil slowly slowly moving toward where One was, but far slower than Earth is moving because of the turmoil; and picture One moving to where Twelve was.
This what we Space Sailors call "A Gala Sea Being Rent".
(Except for the collision of the two Gala Seas, that is what we Space Sailors call The Dance of the Stars; and the music of that dance is entitled,The Mystery of Life.)
Now see our beloved Earth entering the debris and radiation field of the disaster as she approaches the place where Two was, like a car approaching an accident site where pieces of cars and bodies are littering the highway, and itself becoming involved in the accident.
To understand the Broken Twig metaphor see all the Gala Seas in the Universe as trees in God's orchard, and the fertile planets within those Gala Seas as ripening fruit. There is an orderly process to this ripening, but in the Broken Twig metaphor a branch of the tree is broken, preventing the free flow of sap and causing the gradual death of the limb and the fruit growing on it.
This is the Problem Pregnancy of which I speak and of which you are a part.
I know this is not apparent in the Bible as the Bible is near-universally interpreted, and perhaps not visible to the Hubble Telescope; but bear with me, proof is on the way. Proof will be the horrible thunder of a Gala Sea being rent when the sound of the collision reaches Earth millions of years after the event took place.
That great disaster compelled God to ask all God's Space Sailors, all God's fully gestated and born children, and their children, to set sail for the area of the collision.
That collision is another story outside the scope of this story because it involves the salvation of literally thousands of planets on hundreds of Broken Twigs on which hundreds of billions of souls are in endangered gestation.
This story I am telling you, The Constantly Ascending Joy Factor, does not concern that larger event accept that it is a part of it; this story...this story...this story concerns the salvation of just one fertile planet, this Earth.
So, when God approached me and my wife and my kiddies on our home planet ("In my Father's house there are many mansions") we were asked not to join the great armada of Space Sailor ships that was sent into the zone of that collision; but instead God asked that my ship, Peacemaker, sail instead to Earth; where it arrived after some centuries at sea, some fifty thousand years ago.
Do I expect you to believe this? Dear Reader, you do not believe I have the right to live outside the confines of America's torture-enslavement of me. Dear Reader, your head is up your ass and I don't care what you believe; but you are facing extinction and I am not.
Unless you remove your head from your ass you will be aborted by Time; and I am telling you how to avoid that miserable end.
That was the favor God asked of me, to save you from extinction. But, and this is the big butt you are going to smell forever in Hell if you are aborted, God asked me to save the mother first, and only then birth the fetus; to save the Earth first, and only then the human being..
In any case, Dear Reader, Peacemaker, though big as a big city, is much too small to hold all of you.
So, to review this class in ancient history at Virgil High, I am saying the shock of the collision between two Gala Seas had an impact on the pregnant planet called Earth, and on the fetus called the human being, and my wife my kiddies and I were asked by God to see if we could help the fetus and the planet survive.
Those three little words, "and the planet", are very important here; because if she dies you die, and there will be no Sweet Chariot coming for to carry you home. I'm the captain of the Sweet Chariot, after all, and I might as fill it with rattlesnakes as with human beings.
Shark America Six
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 154
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (A Slip of the Lip Can Sink a Ship)
I have been trying to squeeze in the Secret Story of the Ages, how the world got into the mess it is in, with its history of war and horror shuffled in with beauty and love, the story I call, "The Constantly Ascending Joy Factor", but news of Armageddon keeps getting in the way.
Ancient history and current events, that's about all you get at Virgil High; well, with the addition of military science, subatomic physics and Time Travel. Tomorrow, unless we have bigger fish to fry, we will return to the Battle of Smallvile and fry those God-damned fish.
Getting back to The Constantly Ascending Joy Factor, we left off last time with God asking me to help with a problem; me being the me of over fifty thousand years ago, not the wounded and poverty stricken me who writes these words for you today, God being the Supreme Being; we together being Father, Son and Pals.
My telling you the story of this request of me by God is likely to bring on the ire of many, many religionists and the mocking analysis of that fascist cult which is America's state religion, psychiatry, but rather than buffering against that onslaught I will just throw you into this story and let you learn to swim.
It is a deep story, but it is not over your head. You will not drown; it is your nature to swim.
In the context of where we are as I am telling you this story (this Earth to be dead in by 2065 and the human race extinct slightly before then) the problem God brought to me my wife and my kiddies those tens of thousands of years ago might be simply described as a Problem Pregnancy.
God was asking me my wife and my kiddies to in a sense to jointly be a midwife to that Problem Pregnancy.
You, Dear Reader, were and are the fetus within that Problem Pregnancy. Better said, all humanity is that fetus, and you are cells within the fetus.
This is important for you to know, because the historical truth regarding the human dilemma is exactly the opposite of the Old Testament biblical teachings.
Adam and Eve were not driven out of Eden, Eden left Adam and Eve.
This is not to say Adam and Eve ever existed except in folk lore, but the folk lore, the cultural memory, does describe the sudden turn for the worse of the human condition which took place just at the dawning of human existence.
Do you understand the difference? There was no sin by humankind that brought on the misery, no more than there is sinfulness in the fetus within a human pregnancy that is in trouble.
There was no Original Sin, as Roman Catholicism teaches.
Eve, who never existed, was not tempted by the serpent, who never existed, and did not in turn tempt Adam, who never existed, and in so doing evoke the anger of God...which did not exist...the anger of God, I mean...God existed and exists.
Throughout this the Milky Way Gala Sea, and I suppose throughout this Universe, gestation of God's seed runs approximately one hundred thousand years; and this has been going on among the wives of God, fertile planets, for hundreds of billions of years. These pregnancies are almost always wonderful periods for the mothers and the fetuses. These fertile planets are, after all, wives of God and the pregnancy is by the seed of God.
In her Problem Pregnancy, this poor dying Earth has been carrying the human being for some two million years; far, far longer than the normal term.
Please just consider this a statement to be proven later--and it will be proven later--but now I want to lay out the broader tableau for you and show you how and why you human beings are a central figure in this tableau.
Something happened with Earth which disturbed the gestation of the human being. We Space Sailors call it a "Snapped Twig", but in fact it was a massive disaster that happened to the Milky Way Gala Sea.
The disaster took place ahead of where Earth was moving in the circular dance of the stars and their planets around the center of the Gala Sea.
I'm not being clear, and this is an important point.
You have seen photos of Gala Seas, generally round and with an egg yolk of golden stars in the center.
Now over that image superimpose a clock face, and have the clock running counterclockwise.
Picture Earth at about Three and the disaster at about Two. Picture Earth slowly slowly moving toward Two.
Picture Two in turmoil, ruptured by a colliding Gala Sea.
Picture that turmoil slowly slowly moving toward where One was, but far slower than Earth is moving because of the turmoil; and picture One moving to where Twelve was.
This what we Space Sailors call "A Gala Sea Being Rent".
(Except for the collision of the two Gala Seas, that is what we Space Sailors call The Dance of the Stars; and the music of that dance is entitled,The Mystery of Life.)
Now see our beloved Earth entering the debris and radiation field of the disaster as she approaches the place where Two was, like a car approaching an accident site where pieces of cars and bodies are littering the highway, and itself becoming involved in the accident.
To understand the Broken Twig metaphor see all the Gala Seas in the Universe as trees in God's orchard, and the fertile planets within those Gala Seas as ripening fruit. There is an orderly process to this ripening, but in the Broken Twig metaphor a branch of the tree is broken, preventing the free flow of sap and causing the gradual death of the limb and the fruit growing on it.
This is the Problem Pregnancy of which I speak and of which you are a part.
I know this is not apparent in the Bible as the Bible is near-universally interpreted, and perhaps not visible to the Hubble Telescope; but bear with me, proof is on the way. Proof will be the horrible thunder of a Gala Sea being rent when the sound of the collision reaches Earth millions of years after the event took place.
That great disaster compelled God to ask all God's Space Sailors, all God's fully gestated and born children, and their children, to set sail for the area of the collision.
That collision is another story outside the scope of this story because it involves the salvation of literally thousands of planets on hundreds of Broken Twigs on which hundreds of billions of souls are in endangered gestation.
This story I am telling you, The Constantly Ascending Joy Factor, does not concern that larger event accept that it is a part of it; this story...this story...this story concerns the salvation of just one fertile planet, this Earth.
So, when God approached me and my wife and my kiddies on our home planet ("In my Father's house there are many mansions") we were asked not to join the great armada of Space Sailor ships that was sent into the zone of that collision; but instead God asked that my ship, Peacemaker, sail instead to Earth; where it arrived after some centuries at sea, some fifty thousand years ago.
Do I expect you to believe this? Dear Reader, you do not believe I have the right to live outside the confines of America's torture-enslavement of me. Dear Reader, your head is up your ass and I don't care what you believe; but you are facing extinction and I am not.
Unless you remove your head from your ass you will be aborted by Time; and I am telling you how to avoid that miserable end.
That was the favor God asked of me, to save you from extinction. But, and this is the big butt you are going to smell forever in Hell if you are aborted, God asked me to save the mother first, and only then birth the fetus; to save the Earth first, and only then the human being..
In any case, Dear Reader, Peacemaker, though big as a big city, is much too small to hold all of you.
So, to review this class in ancient history at Virgil High, I am saying the shock of the collision between two Gala Seas had an impact on the pregnant planet called Earth, and on the fetus called the human being, and my wife my kiddies and I were asked by God to see if we could help the fetus and the planet survive.
Those three little words, "and the planet", are very important here; because if she dies you die, and there will be no Sweet Chariot coming for to carry you home. I'm the captain of the Sweet Chariot, after all, and I might as fill it with rattlesnakes as with human beings.
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