The $450 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Seven Down
Shark America Three Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 150
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event--BULLETIN! BULLETIN! BULLETIN!
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Show Them the Crack in the Earth
Today's Code is: "He is Wisdom to the mighty".
i have been running the daily opening notice "Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event" for many months, and now that event seems to be near.
Those who know this work know I expect the event Christians call The Second Coming to take place in the Peru-Chile area of South America, not the Middle East, which is the expectation of the vast majority of Christians; an expectation unscrupulous Americans and Israelis plan to take advantage of as they fake the Second Coming to their political/military advantage.
I am not married to my minority opinion, but I think my opinion is correct. We shall we what we shall see.
I don't know how other Christians look at Christianity; I know only that I am not welcome wherever they are looking; that somehow because God caused me too loudly for their sensitivities I am monstrous to them, but that's another story.
At about the age of nine I came to realize that there were a great many words of men mixed in with the very few words of Jesus that had made it through the mist and censorship and errors of Time.
I say this because I had known more about God at birth than after I had entered formal religious training at the age of six; and it took me until the age of nine to begin to remember what I had known about God naturally.
Because it is my understanding that so little of what Jesus said has made it to this day, I seek out His words in His miracles and His parables--not so much in what people say Jesus said, and very little in what people say Jesus meant.
Paul, to me, is an interloper; and Mathew, Mark, Luke and John never truly understood the Master; and the Book of Revelations is a total fraud. Christians hate this aspect of my Christianity; and pity though it is, Christians are skilled at hatred.
I consider the miracles of Jesus to also be parables and, as I said, I began studying them at about the age of nine. By "studying" I mean asking God to tell me what the miracles meant.
For example, I did not intellectually understand the meaning of Jesus' walking on the water until I was 27 years old and walked on terror in Vietnam so thick it was liquid--but I had lived the meaning of that miracle all my life as I walked on the poverty of my life and never come close to drowning in that poverty. By this I mean my spirit was never drowned by poverty.
These days, and for more than three decades now, I walk upon the liquid-like evil of psycho-fascist America's torture-enslavement of me; and I walk upon it as smoothly as if I were skating over frozen hate.
Jesus taught me how to do this in the story of His walking on the water more than in such injunctions as "Turn the Other Cheek", although I found following that injunction to be the tactical difference between life and death in many situations.
I mention this today because there is a certain miracle that my Old Pal God has been reminding me of for the last two or three days, a miracle which was one of the several Little Miracles I experienced first hand, personal and up close, one which I have never fully understood the meaning of.
The point of this narration is that it seems I am about the understand the meaning of that mystery miracle. Or said in the Space Sailor way, that mystery miracle seems to be about to ripen.
(That ripening seems to have something to do with the Peru-Chile God event I have been expecting, hence today's bulletin.)
I sometimes tell the stories of the few "Little Miracles" I have experienced since God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, such as the dollar bill God gave me out of thin air, and the cave in the wilderness God led me to as a two-day blizzard was coming in, saving me from freezing to death, and the robin who touched my right ear with its left wing, and the meteor that appeared at the exact second God said it would, and others; you know, common Little Miracles that happen in all our lives.
(I assume all you psycho-fascist Americans daily experience greater miracles of God than I, and that is why you look down on me, and on my love for God, and on God's love for me; and on the miracle which is my audible mental telepathy.
(It is that looking down that does not allow you to see the high things; and it is that looking down on me and other people of this Earth that has you psycho-fascist Americans in such deep trouble with God.)
The Little Miracle my old Pal God has been referring to lately is one I have written about at least twice in the past, most recently perhaps not more than three months ago.
I call this Little Miracle, "The Crack in the Wall". It took place soon after God had given me the gift of audible mental telepathy and the American people and government and media were behaving so viciously toward me that I wondered sometimes if they might not be demons disguised as humans.
While the American people were finding such glee in whipping me and bearing false witness against me I chose to keep my bearings by taking a trip around the world.
In the course of that journey I spent a couple weeks in Israel, much of that time in the old walled city of Jerusalem, and that is where the Little Miracle I call The Crack in the Wall took place.
I had discovered a little cul-de-sac not far down from the Jafa Gate. At that time the cul-de-sac seemed to be rarely visited--an overgrown garden with a nice little tree--and I would go there for peace and contemplation, sitting on a stone or a stone bench, I do not recall which, facing the old wall, and dwelling, as I like to do in old places, on the thousands of people who had sat there over the centuries.
(I like the spiritual smell of old places; I like to listen to the residue echoes of the tinkle of girlish laughter from long, long ago.)
Then suddenly...then suddenly...then suddenly one of the old massive stones that made up that wall, one of the stones that had stood there thousands of years, cracked with a loud sound right before my eyes.
That was the Little Miracle I call The Crack in the Wall. I know it must be small potatoes to all you psycho-fascist Americans who experience greater miracles of God every day, but to me it was an important event.
That Little Miracle took place some thirty years ago, and while I have generally understood it, I have never understood it in solid terms; and now my Old Pal God is pointing to that Little Miracle again.
You know what I think? I think my Old Pal God is going to crack the wall you psycho-fascist Americans have been constructed around me; and since you are the mortar, brick and stone of that wall, I think my Old Pal God is going to crack you.
God is calling this approaching miracle, "The Crack in the World".
Since it is God I are talking about here, and since God does things in big ways, I will describe The Crack in the World as I expect it to be.
One end of the crack in the world is where an iceberg sunk the ice breaker/cruise ship Adventure in Antarctic waters recently, the other end of the crack is where Mr. Eisenberg (encoded in this work as Mr. Iceberg) struck a campaign headquarters of Hillary Clinton less than a week ago.
Now in your mind's eye see that crack running up through the Chile-Peru area, where this work is expecting the Second Coming to take place, and have it crash through Washington Deceit, the throne of Satan in our Dante's Inferno Metaphor of Attack, as it moves on to Rochester, New Hampshire.
That is The Crack in the World into which the damned souls of psycho-fascist America will plummet.
I can today almost give you the date this will happen, but when it happens you won't need me to point out The Crack in the World to you; and although you may be in shock and awe from the immensity of the event, you will likely not be happy about it.
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com
Virgil Kret
Legal Defense, Survival & Presidential Campaign Fund
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA 93443
USA
Cell: (530) 276-4923
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.
"In my strategy, the training for killing enemies is by way of many contests, fighting for survival, discovering the meaning of life and death, learning the Way of the sword, judging the strength of attacks and understanding the Way of the 'edge and ridge' of the sword." Miyamoto Musashi, 17th Century.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
The world is George W. Bush's Iraq. The world is George W. Bush's New Orleans. The world cannot bear the fascist, insane stupidity of George W. Bush.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
The most important news story in the world today, and the most important political stance in America today is this:
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
This is how America became pregnant with her fascist baby, by falling asleep after the initial rape in 2000 and telling herself the rape had not taken place; and that gave license to the rapist to rape her again and again and again until she was raped silly, barefoot in a world of broken glass, and pregnant with Six-Six-Six.
As my Old Pal God said some 13 months before the 9/11 attack:
"George W. Bush will destroy the world."
The way things are progressing in Republican American Fascist propaganda punditry, soon John D. Rockefeller will have been a left winger, and Ronald Reagan will have been a god; and anyone who doesn't bow to the stupidity and fascism of George W. Bush will be a traitor.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
Shark America Three Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 150
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event--BULLETIN! BULLETIN! BULLETIN!
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Show Them the Crack in the Earth
Today's Code is: "He is Wisdom to the mighty".
i have been running the daily opening notice "Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event" for many months, and now that event seems to be near.
Those who know this work know I expect the event Christians call The Second Coming to take place in the Peru-Chile area of South America, not the Middle East, which is the expectation of the vast majority of Christians; an expectation unscrupulous Americans and Israelis plan to take advantage of as they fake the Second Coming to their political/military advantage.
I am not married to my minority opinion, but I think my opinion is correct. We shall we what we shall see.
I don't know how other Christians look at Christianity; I know only that I am not welcome wherever they are looking; that somehow because God caused me too loudly for their sensitivities I am monstrous to them, but that's another story.
At about the age of nine I came to realize that there were a great many words of men mixed in with the very few words of Jesus that had made it through the mist and censorship and errors of Time.
I say this because I had known more about God at birth than after I had entered formal religious training at the age of six; and it took me until the age of nine to begin to remember what I had known about God naturally.
Because it is my understanding that so little of what Jesus said has made it to this day, I seek out His words in His miracles and His parables--not so much in what people say Jesus said, and very little in what people say Jesus meant.
Paul, to me, is an interloper; and Mathew, Mark, Luke and John never truly understood the Master; and the Book of Revelations is a total fraud. Christians hate this aspect of my Christianity; and pity though it is, Christians are skilled at hatred.
I consider the miracles of Jesus to also be parables and, as I said, I began studying them at about the age of nine. By "studying" I mean asking God to tell me what the miracles meant.
For example, I did not intellectually understand the meaning of Jesus' walking on the water until I was 27 years old and walked on terror in Vietnam so thick it was liquid--but I had lived the meaning of that miracle all my life as I walked on the poverty of my life and never come close to drowning in that poverty. By this I mean my spirit was never drowned by poverty.
These days, and for more than three decades now, I walk upon the liquid-like evil of psycho-fascist America's torture-enslavement of me; and I walk upon it as smoothly as if I were skating over frozen hate.
Jesus taught me how to do this in the story of His walking on the water more than in such injunctions as "Turn the Other Cheek", although I found following that injunction to be the tactical difference between life and death in many situations.
I mention this today because there is a certain miracle that my Old Pal God has been reminding me of for the last two or three days, a miracle which was one of the several Little Miracles I experienced first hand, personal and up close, one which I have never fully understood the meaning of.
The point of this narration is that it seems I am about the understand the meaning of that mystery miracle. Or said in the Space Sailor way, that mystery miracle seems to be about to ripen.
(That ripening seems to have something to do with the Peru-Chile God event I have been expecting, hence today's bulletin.)
I sometimes tell the stories of the few "Little Miracles" I have experienced since God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, such as the dollar bill God gave me out of thin air, and the cave in the wilderness God led me to as a two-day blizzard was coming in, saving me from freezing to death, and the robin who touched my right ear with its left wing, and the meteor that appeared at the exact second God said it would, and others; you know, common Little Miracles that happen in all our lives.
(I assume all you psycho-fascist Americans daily experience greater miracles of God than I, and that is why you look down on me, and on my love for God, and on God's love for me; and on the miracle which is my audible mental telepathy.
(It is that looking down that does not allow you to see the high things; and it is that looking down on me and other people of this Earth that has you psycho-fascist Americans in such deep trouble with God.)
The Little Miracle my old Pal God has been referring to lately is one I have written about at least twice in the past, most recently perhaps not more than three months ago.
I call this Little Miracle, "The Crack in the Wall". It took place soon after God had given me the gift of audible mental telepathy and the American people and government and media were behaving so viciously toward me that I wondered sometimes if they might not be demons disguised as humans.
While the American people were finding such glee in whipping me and bearing false witness against me I chose to keep my bearings by taking a trip around the world.
In the course of that journey I spent a couple weeks in Israel, much of that time in the old walled city of Jerusalem, and that is where the Little Miracle I call The Crack in the Wall took place.
I had discovered a little cul-de-sac not far down from the Jafa Gate. At that time the cul-de-sac seemed to be rarely visited--an overgrown garden with a nice little tree--and I would go there for peace and contemplation, sitting on a stone or a stone bench, I do not recall which, facing the old wall, and dwelling, as I like to do in old places, on the thousands of people who had sat there over the centuries.
(I like the spiritual smell of old places; I like to listen to the residue echoes of the tinkle of girlish laughter from long, long ago.)
Then suddenly...then suddenly...then suddenly one of the old massive stones that made up that wall, one of the stones that had stood there thousands of years, cracked with a loud sound right before my eyes.
That was the Little Miracle I call The Crack in the Wall. I know it must be small potatoes to all you psycho-fascist Americans who experience greater miracles of God every day, but to me it was an important event.
That Little Miracle took place some thirty years ago, and while I have generally understood it, I have never understood it in solid terms; and now my Old Pal God is pointing to that Little Miracle again.
You know what I think? I think my Old Pal God is going to crack the wall you psycho-fascist Americans have been constructed around me; and since you are the mortar, brick and stone of that wall, I think my Old Pal God is going to crack you.
God is calling this approaching miracle, "The Crack in the World".
Since it is God I are talking about here, and since God does things in big ways, I will describe The Crack in the World as I expect it to be.
One end of the crack in the world is where an iceberg sunk the ice breaker/cruise ship Adventure in Antarctic waters recently, the other end of the crack is where Mr. Eisenberg (encoded in this work as Mr. Iceberg) struck a campaign headquarters of Hillary Clinton less than a week ago.
Now in your mind's eye see that crack running up through the Chile-Peru area, where this work is expecting the Second Coming to take place, and have it crash through Washington Deceit, the throne of Satan in our Dante's Inferno Metaphor of Attack, as it moves on to Rochester, New Hampshire.
That is The Crack in the World into which the damned souls of psycho-fascist America will plummet.
I can today almost give you the date this will happen, but when it happens you won't need me to point out The Crack in the World to you; and although you may be in shock and awe from the immensity of the event, you will likely not be happy about it.
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com
Virgil Kret
Legal Defense, Survival & Presidential Campaign Fund
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA 93443
USA
Cell: (530) 276-4923
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.
"In my strategy, the training for killing enemies is by way of many contests, fighting for survival, discovering the meaning of life and death, learning the Way of the sword, judging the strength of attacks and understanding the Way of the 'edge and ridge' of the sword." Miyamoto Musashi, 17th Century.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
The world is George W. Bush's Iraq. The world is George W. Bush's New Orleans. The world cannot bear the fascist, insane stupidity of George W. Bush.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
The most important news story in the world today, and the most important political stance in America today is this:
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
This is how America became pregnant with her fascist baby, by falling asleep after the initial rape in 2000 and telling herself the rape had not taken place; and that gave license to the rapist to rape her again and again and again until she was raped silly, barefoot in a world of broken glass, and pregnant with Six-Six-Six.
As my Old Pal God said some 13 months before the 9/11 attack:
"George W. Bush will destroy the world."
The way things are progressing in Republican American Fascist propaganda punditry, soon John D. Rockefeller will have been a left winger, and Ronald Reagan will have been a god; and anyone who doesn't bow to the stupidity and fascism of George W. Bush will be a traitor.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
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