Monday, June 25, 2007

The $279 Billion Defeat

Jews Jaws Three

Shark America Seven

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 192

Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--More Fire

Today's Code is "The Fire Next Time".

On Friday the code was "Fire in the Hole", then the news reported "Fire in Lake Tahoe"; must be a poetic coincidence.

(Yes, but we Space Sailors say, Coincidence is the Rockets' Red Glare of God's Space War; and this Tahoe coincidence poetically connects closely with the bullet fired at me in Smallville on June 9, the gun being spirited away in a Chevy Tahoe van pulling a boat. There are no petty clues in God's Space War.)

God's Space War is becoming somewhat exciting, don't you think?

And don't forget last Wednesday's code, "Who rides so late...", and don't forget it pointed to United Airlines; and now I must inform you that code has gone to Los Angeles.

So much news, no place for a blacklisted genius journalist to market it; but if someone I loved were planning to fly United to or from as far east as Denver to or from anyplace on the West Coast, but in particular to or from Los Angeles, I would ask them for Love's Sake to stay away from United until this danger zone of the future had been passed into the past.

I say this because myTime Travel sword comes back hot from fires yet to burn, dripping the blood of people yet to die.

I know I can't kick this dead horse. I know the fact that I have documented perhaps a baker's dozen of airline crashes in advance means nothing at all. I know America is going to let these people die; and let United Airlines pay the bill; and forget I ever warned at all.

The first event I ever documented in advance was the BOAC crash into Mount Fuji on March 5, 1966; or rather it was documented for me because God was teaching me the ABCs of my craft at that time.

God first told me about that crash on January 1, 1963, and reminded me of it many times as Time went by, so I would know...so I would know...so I would know my foreknowledge was important, and so I would begin to learn the codes, to smell events of the future wafting back into the past like a sailor can smell land still unseen because of the curvature of the Earth.

A pity, Dear Reader, a pity, that America made it illegal for me to live in peace anywhere on this Earth. It was like cutting off the fingers of a concert pianist. Sure, I can still bang out boogie woogie with my mitts, but it is not Brahms.

Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com.

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Virgil Kret
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Morro Bay, CA 93443
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