Society, Part 3
The $563 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Four Down
Shark America Six Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 211
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Society (3)
Today's code is "77th Day, Last Year"
This report will be short and serious today, Dear Reader, because we have strong confirmation that an assassin is on the move against Hillary Clinton.
I.C. News has been watching this story for the past few months, and now it has gone from the back burner to the front.
I remind you, I.C. News has never been wrong in tracking an assassination or attempted assassination--nor has it ever succeeded in prevention through warnings.
This assassin is almost certainly male, a trained military sniper, and associated with Blackwater or another of the neo-fascist private armies waiting in the wings for the call to coup.
He has likely been subliminally induced to assassinate Hillary Clinton; this rather than having been given a direct order.
I note that Hillary Clinton is the only politician of stature I have heard speak against these fascist fists in our midst, these private armies in service of the "client" and not the nation; these private armies Republican American Fascism has made superior to the law.
In the past, my first warnings about assassins in movement came from two to four weeks before the attempt. I refer here to my advance warnings of the two attempts on President Ford, the one attempt on President Reagan, and the murder of John Lennon.
On less dramatic levels I also tracked an incomplete plan to assassinate President Carter, and the attempted assassination of Pope John Paul II.
Since it seems very likely this will be a successful tracking and I will be following this potential assassin each step of the way, I thought I might reveal to you the forms of communication between God and I about this as we move closer to the event.
My Old Pal God and I often communicate in images, mental pictures, and the confirmation code of the plan to assassinate Hillary Clinton came with one of those images.
The encoded image was of a white crane standing in water on one leg, the other leg tucked up under its breast; and four white handle-less Japanese tea cups, representing human souls--the number four in Japan being unlucky because the word for four sounds like the word for death, "shi".
Soon after this crane-four tea cup image was received, a crane toppled in New York City, killing four.
When God kills four people to make a point, that point is worth heeding.
Now let's return to our story, The Not-Forgetting Society, as it leads us to The Secret Story, the story of how God's Space Sailors saved the Japanese race in about 660 BC.
In our previous installment, Tea had received a cryptic message from a living Japanese man referring to Praying Mantis, the ghost of a Japanese soldier killed in World War Two. Tea had never mentioned Praying Mantis to anyone; so this living Japanese man apparently knew the ghost of the same dead Japanese man Tea knew.
Society, Part 3
When one looks at comparative mythologies one finds interesting comparisons.
Take for example the imaginative little story told by the Israelites that the sun stood still in the sky for three days.
The Japanese, who live on the opposite side of the world, tell just the opposite story, that the sun goddess hid her face for three days.
The story is concealed in metaphor.
Ohirume-No-Muchi, better known as Amaterasu, better known to us as the Sun Goddess, went into a cave and stayed there for three days.
Princess Ishikori-Dome made a round mirror about eight feet across and hung it in the branches of a tree in front of the cave, to lure the Sun Goddess out by enticing her to view her beautiful image.
The gambit worked, and the world survived.
When, some time later, Prince Minigi was about to descend to Earth at Ama-No-Hashidate to begin the Japanese race, the Sun Goddess gave him three gifts, one of them a mirror, telling him to see the face of the Sun Goddess when he looked into it.
The mirror was called Yata-No-Kagami, the second word Mitisi had written on Tea's bathroom mirror, and the word Harry had laboriously spelled out.
Speaking of Harry, at the UPI bureau, Harry had his right forearm flat on the glass top of the overnight desk, using his shirt sleeve as a rag, pulling in the ashes of his night's cigar smoking. His rancid sports coat would cover the soiled sleeve. The telephone rang.
"News Desk," Harry mumbled, shifting his cigar to the left side of his mouth.
"Harry, this is Tea. Tell Dunkel I have gone to Ama-No-Hashidate."
"He won't like it. He's got you scheduled to interview Ertha Kitt at the New Otani."
"Tell him its hot."
"Hotter than Ertha?
A terrible joke welled up in Tea's mind and was bent on advancing to his vocal chords. No, he wouldn't let it out. He looked for the sparrow, but it had flown. At the front door the milkman was putting two bottles down. They were clinking. He couldn't hold it back, despite all the pleadings of all the Buddhas.
"Harry, it's hotter than Helltha."
Tea quickly bathed and shaved, put on fresh clothing, and packed a second shirt, his razor, toothpaste and comb.
He climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Mitsi had apparently not moved. He checked her pulse. He wrote a brief note in his childish Japanese script, saying, "See you later," wondering in the back of his mind when she had written the two words on the mirror; and trying to remember how in the hell they had met in the first place.
Damned if he hadn't wandered into her bar by apparent chance; and damned if they hadn't hit it off at first glance. Accidents are few in the world of telepathy and ghosts; and telepathy was frequently puppetry.
Tea took a cab to Tokyo Station and caught the first Bullet to Kyoto, and there transferred to another express that took him across the waist of Japan to Ama-No-Hashidate.
He arrived at his destination about 3 p.m., about the time Mitsi was reading the note, having just awakened. She bathed, tidied the apartment, and returned to her little bar in Akasaka.
She wished she could have gone with Tea to the seance.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 77th day of its last year
Jews Jaws Four Down
Shark America Six Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 211
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Society (3)
Today's code is "77th Day, Last Year"
This report will be short and serious today, Dear Reader, because we have strong confirmation that an assassin is on the move against Hillary Clinton.
I.C. News has been watching this story for the past few months, and now it has gone from the back burner to the front.
I remind you, I.C. News has never been wrong in tracking an assassination or attempted assassination--nor has it ever succeeded in prevention through warnings.
This assassin is almost certainly male, a trained military sniper, and associated with Blackwater or another of the neo-fascist private armies waiting in the wings for the call to coup.
He has likely been subliminally induced to assassinate Hillary Clinton; this rather than having been given a direct order.
I note that Hillary Clinton is the only politician of stature I have heard speak against these fascist fists in our midst, these private armies in service of the "client" and not the nation; these private armies Republican American Fascism has made superior to the law.
In the past, my first warnings about assassins in movement came from two to four weeks before the attempt. I refer here to my advance warnings of the two attempts on President Ford, the one attempt on President Reagan, and the murder of John Lennon.
On less dramatic levels I also tracked an incomplete plan to assassinate President Carter, and the attempted assassination of Pope John Paul II.
Since it seems very likely this will be a successful tracking and I will be following this potential assassin each step of the way, I thought I might reveal to you the forms of communication between God and I about this as we move closer to the event.
My Old Pal God and I often communicate in images, mental pictures, and the confirmation code of the plan to assassinate Hillary Clinton came with one of those images.
The encoded image was of a white crane standing in water on one leg, the other leg tucked up under its breast; and four white handle-less Japanese tea cups, representing human souls--the number four in Japan being unlucky because the word for four sounds like the word for death, "shi".
Soon after this crane-four tea cup image was received, a crane toppled in New York City, killing four.
When God kills four people to make a point, that point is worth heeding.
Now let's return to our story, The Not-Forgetting Society, as it leads us to The Secret Story, the story of how God's Space Sailors saved the Japanese race in about 660 BC.
In our previous installment, Tea had received a cryptic message from a living Japanese man referring to Praying Mantis, the ghost of a Japanese soldier killed in World War Two. Tea had never mentioned Praying Mantis to anyone; so this living Japanese man apparently knew the ghost of the same dead Japanese man Tea knew.
Society, Part 3
When one looks at comparative mythologies one finds interesting comparisons.
Take for example the imaginative little story told by the Israelites that the sun stood still in the sky for three days.
The Japanese, who live on the opposite side of the world, tell just the opposite story, that the sun goddess hid her face for three days.
The story is concealed in metaphor.
Ohirume-No-Muchi, better known as Amaterasu, better known to us as the Sun Goddess, went into a cave and stayed there for three days.
Princess Ishikori-Dome made a round mirror about eight feet across and hung it in the branches of a tree in front of the cave, to lure the Sun Goddess out by enticing her to view her beautiful image.
The gambit worked, and the world survived.
When, some time later, Prince Minigi was about to descend to Earth at Ama-No-Hashidate to begin the Japanese race, the Sun Goddess gave him three gifts, one of them a mirror, telling him to see the face of the Sun Goddess when he looked into it.
The mirror was called Yata-No-Kagami, the second word Mitisi had written on Tea's bathroom mirror, and the word Harry had laboriously spelled out.
Speaking of Harry, at the UPI bureau, Harry had his right forearm flat on the glass top of the overnight desk, using his shirt sleeve as a rag, pulling in the ashes of his night's cigar smoking. His rancid sports coat would cover the soiled sleeve. The telephone rang.
"News Desk," Harry mumbled, shifting his cigar to the left side of his mouth.
"Harry, this is Tea. Tell Dunkel I have gone to Ama-No-Hashidate."
"He won't like it. He's got you scheduled to interview Ertha Kitt at the New Otani."
"Tell him its hot."
"Hotter than Ertha?
A terrible joke welled up in Tea's mind and was bent on advancing to his vocal chords. No, he wouldn't let it out. He looked for the sparrow, but it had flown. At the front door the milkman was putting two bottles down. They were clinking. He couldn't hold it back, despite all the pleadings of all the Buddhas.
"Harry, it's hotter than Helltha."
Tea quickly bathed and shaved, put on fresh clothing, and packed a second shirt, his razor, toothpaste and comb.
He climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Mitsi had apparently not moved. He checked her pulse. He wrote a brief note in his childish Japanese script, saying, "See you later," wondering in the back of his mind when she had written the two words on the mirror; and trying to remember how in the hell they had met in the first place.
Damned if he hadn't wandered into her bar by apparent chance; and damned if they hadn't hit it off at first glance. Accidents are few in the world of telepathy and ghosts; and telepathy was frequently puppetry.
Tea took a cab to Tokyo Station and caught the first Bullet to Kyoto, and there transferred to another express that took him across the waist of Japan to Ama-No-Hashidate.
He arrived at his destination about 3 p.m., about the time Mitsi was reading the note, having just awakened. She bathed, tidied the apartment, and returned to her little bar in Akasaka.
She wished she could have gone with Tea to the seance.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 77th day of its last year
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