The $299 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Three
Shark America Seven
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 149
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Victory in One Day
Today's Code is "His truth is...".
In the morning I sit down at my desk on the verge of Victory. The battlefield is quiet, and a light mist rises from the ground as the sun evaporates the dew. I can hear the clanking of mess kits, and here and there a sergeant calling the roll. The enemy remains as the enemy has always been, wicked and unprepared.
My Old Pal God has asked me to tell you today the story we call, "The Great Cosmic Marble Game". It is a true story, a witnessed story, and a miniature of a larger story, a story upon which your fate hangs.
The miniature of the major took place in Laguna Beach, California, in, I suppose, 1971; where my wife and I were living while I was working for a journalism whore called The Los Angeles Times.
I had been hired by The Times on the strength of my Vietnam War writing, not the editor-censored crap that appeared in newspapers, but the pre-polluted copy take right off the Tokyo bureau's teletype machines straight from Saigon, before the New York boys got their battlefield-cherry hands on it. That is, when it was still good writing and accurate reporting.
My beat at the Times was the hippie and anti-war movements, but it had soon become clear all The Times wanted was anti-hippie and anti-anti-war movement stories; so journalistically I had gone from one desert to another, from United Press International to The Los Angeles Times.
Meanwhile, back at my home on Temple Terrace in Laguna Beach, my wife and I were building a happy life, coffee by the morning glories on the patio in the morning, making love to the singing of crickets in the night, making plans, you know, like real people do.
I had known while we were dating of the great hatred for me that had erupted in US Naval Intelligence; and I could see no cause for it nor solution to it.
I had told my wife about it before we were married, and given her evidence of it, asking her if she really wanted to walk into that danger; but what the hey, we were in love and we got married, and deep down inside we both hoped it would go away.
Nixon was in the White House. It was like hoping cancer would go away.
The Great Cosmic Marble Game story took place at the home of a couple my wife and I enjoyed hanging out with. I would say they were a classic hippie couple of the time, renting a nice little semi-rural place; smoking a little pot; making for themselves a happy, simple life.
Tom was very interested in things metaphysical, secret teachings passed down over centuries, and I was, too, of course, I being captain of the Mystery Ship.
So my wife are I were visiting Tom and his lady one warm and lazy afternoon: and Tom and I were drinking wine and smoking pot in the sunshine, while the girls was talking in the kitchen; and somehow Tom and I decided to play a game of marbles.
Tom drew a really big circle with a stick, at least six fee across, and in the middle we each placed a marble; and on the outside of the circle we each had a shooter.
To understand what came next you should understand that the American government's trap for me had already been set, and my wife had already been compromised, and my friends had already been compromised, and even my mother than already been compromised; they were all in on that secret, and I was the lamb going to the slaughter.
I, of course, except on the cosmic level, knew nothing of the betrayal that was taking place, that America was a nation of many Judases and not one Mary Magdalene, that all would betray me and none would stand with me...I did not know that, except on the cosmic level.
So, I took a toke of Panama Red and got down on one knee ready to shoot my shooter at Tom's marble, far, far away in the middle of the big circle, and I said, "Tom, this is what I am going to do to you in the big cosmic marble game".
I shot my shooter and it hit Tom's marble and split it right in half. As the event happened there was the briefest, smallest white light around the two marbles.
Tom's face blanched, He knew he was playing Judas in the wrong game.
Now why did my Old Pal God ask me to tell you this old story today, I wonder. Could it be...could it be...could it be that the macro version of that micro story is about to take place?
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com.
Legal Defense, Survival & Presidential Campaign Fund:
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA 93443
USA
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
His cry of misery will be heard around the world; then the chorus will sing "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!"
George W. Bush is a perfect storm of stupidity, dishonesty and vanity.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
Shark America Seven
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 149
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Victory in One Day
Today's Code is "His truth is...".
In the morning I sit down at my desk on the verge of Victory. The battlefield is quiet, and a light mist rises from the ground as the sun evaporates the dew. I can hear the clanking of mess kits, and here and there a sergeant calling the roll. The enemy remains as the enemy has always been, wicked and unprepared.
My Old Pal God has asked me to tell you today the story we call, "The Great Cosmic Marble Game". It is a true story, a witnessed story, and a miniature of a larger story, a story upon which your fate hangs.
The miniature of the major took place in Laguna Beach, California, in, I suppose, 1971; where my wife and I were living while I was working for a journalism whore called The Los Angeles Times.
I had been hired by The Times on the strength of my Vietnam War writing, not the editor-censored crap that appeared in newspapers, but the pre-polluted copy take right off the Tokyo bureau's teletype machines straight from Saigon, before the New York boys got their battlefield-cherry hands on it. That is, when it was still good writing and accurate reporting.
My beat at the Times was the hippie and anti-war movements, but it had soon become clear all The Times wanted was anti-hippie and anti-anti-war movement stories; so journalistically I had gone from one desert to another, from United Press International to The Los Angeles Times.
Meanwhile, back at my home on Temple Terrace in Laguna Beach, my wife and I were building a happy life, coffee by the morning glories on the patio in the morning, making love to the singing of crickets in the night, making plans, you know, like real people do.
I had known while we were dating of the great hatred for me that had erupted in US Naval Intelligence; and I could see no cause for it nor solution to it.
I had told my wife about it before we were married, and given her evidence of it, asking her if she really wanted to walk into that danger; but what the hey, we were in love and we got married, and deep down inside we both hoped it would go away.
Nixon was in the White House. It was like hoping cancer would go away.
The Great Cosmic Marble Game story took place at the home of a couple my wife and I enjoyed hanging out with. I would say they were a classic hippie couple of the time, renting a nice little semi-rural place; smoking a little pot; making for themselves a happy, simple life.
Tom was very interested in things metaphysical, secret teachings passed down over centuries, and I was, too, of course, I being captain of the Mystery Ship.
So my wife are I were visiting Tom and his lady one warm and lazy afternoon: and Tom and I were drinking wine and smoking pot in the sunshine, while the girls was talking in the kitchen; and somehow Tom and I decided to play a game of marbles.
Tom drew a really big circle with a stick, at least six fee across, and in the middle we each placed a marble; and on the outside of the circle we each had a shooter.
To understand what came next you should understand that the American government's trap for me had already been set, and my wife had already been compromised, and my friends had already been compromised, and even my mother than already been compromised; they were all in on that secret, and I was the lamb going to the slaughter.
I, of course, except on the cosmic level, knew nothing of the betrayal that was taking place, that America was a nation of many Judases and not one Mary Magdalene, that all would betray me and none would stand with me...I did not know that, except on the cosmic level.
So, I took a toke of Panama Red and got down on one knee ready to shoot my shooter at Tom's marble, far, far away in the middle of the big circle, and I said, "Tom, this is what I am going to do to you in the big cosmic marble game".
I shot my shooter and it hit Tom's marble and split it right in half. As the event happened there was the briefest, smallest white light around the two marbles.
Tom's face blanched, He knew he was playing Judas in the wrong game.
Now why did my Old Pal God ask me to tell you this old story today, I wonder. Could it be...could it be...could it be that the macro version of that micro story is about to take place?
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com.
Legal Defense, Survival & Presidential Campaign Fund:
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA 93443
USA
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
His cry of misery will be heard around the world; then the chorus will sing "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!"
George W. Bush is a perfect storm of stupidity, dishonesty and vanity.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
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