Soldier Ghost, Part 9
The $558 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Nine Down
Shark America One Up
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George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
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Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Soldier Ghost (9)
Today's code is "72nd Day, Last Year".
Lies are paper ships on an acid sea, and eventually all liars sink into that sea. That sea is misery. That sea is remorse as far as the eyes of the human soul can see.
Acid, acid everywhere and not a tab to drop.
Because of America's lies, Dear Reader, Americans will one day use their cars as chicken coops; and would eat the chickens' feathers if they could, along with the flesh and the bones and the guts; and yes they will eat the bones and the guts, they will be so hungry.
Before George W. Bush tricked America into his stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq I said America would lose that war worse than any nation has ever lost a war in the history of the human race, and that is coming to pass.
As my Old Pal God told me and I told you a year before 9/11, George W. Bush will destroy the world; and the death of this Earth will come to pass some decades after America's abysmal military defeat.
As surely as night, ahead of day, lies in wait, Liars' Hell will come.
The United States of America has entered now into progressive disaster, which can almost be measured with the rise in the price of gasoline; but America is diving into disaster faster than prices can rise.
The stupidity and fascism of George W. Bush and his ilk will not only lead to national misery that will make the Great Depression look like a champagne party with naked women coming out of cakes from sea to shining sea; but will mark the long, long inexorable slide of humanity into extinction.
Extinction will come by about 2045, but by about 2020 the entire human race will know extinction is coming; and everyone will know the United States of America, and the stupidity and fascism of George W. Bush leading America by the nose into wicked war, brought it on.
If George W. Bush is still in the flesh by 2020 he will dare not be seen by citizens of any nation, the most fearsome being American citizens, not even by the mercenaries he will have to pay with gold to protect him, the furious loathing of him by a dying race will be so great.
(He will have to pay them with gold because the dollar will be less useful than toilet paper; and the mercenaries will hate him, even as they guard him.)
If George W. Bush has passed on by 2020, if he is dead when that terrible knowledge becomes common--that knowledge of unstoppable human extinction--his soul will be torn asunder by mobs of souls in The Land of the Dead.
And after human extinction...after human extinction...God's Space Sailors will continue, unhindered by human avarice and mindless wickedness, to attempt to save this Earth from exploding; that explosion currently expected around Christmas time, 2064.
And the human being, now trapped in The Land of the Dead because there are no more wombs to pass through into The Land of the Living, and no more human seed to be planted if there were, will fervently pray for our success in saving this Earth; because existence in eternal death on a living Earth is better...far, far better...than existence in eternal death drifting in miserable, frigid space among the flotsam and jetsam which was this Earth.
For the human soul, there is no such thing as death.
I just thought you might like to know what the true debate of this presidential campaign should be about, and understand that no pretty Black man, and no sour White woman, and no cutsie wootsie old war monger, is up to that challenge.
No matter who of these three might be elected, that "President" would be nought but the elevator attendant on the descent into Hell George W. Bush has created.
Now let's return to our story of Soldier Ghost, remembering that it leads us to The Secret Story of how God's Space Sailors rescued the Japanese people from certain extinction in approximately 660 BC; and in the back of your mind ask yourself: Might another such rescue take place?
In our last episode, Tea was faced with the dilemma of the growing hatred for him the souls of the American soldiers clinging to him were developing; and he found a way to solve that dilemma by telepathically saying The Lord's Prayer over and over again for four days in a row.
Then out of the calm that resulted he heard a Vietnamese-accented voice say, "You prayed me Union Two".
Soldier Ghost, Part Nine
Tea was relieved. Out of the moaning and gnashing had come a calm and friendly sentence, and a change in attitude.
Contact with the friendly voice then broke off, but the cold static of what had previously been what Tea called the "smell" of the contacts seemed to have been replaced by a generated warmth.
Tea surmised that on some level of subatomic physics that warmth was unhearable sound, unhearable telepathy, not warm of itself but of its context or intent. In an odd way, it was a cooing.
Clearly the sentence about praying had not been spoken by Soldier Ghost. That was apparent by the Union Two reference.
Union Two had been a US Marine operation Tea had covered prior to the First Division operation Billings in which Soldier Ghost lost his life.
Tea had seen no white flashes coming from the dead Marines of Union Two. It had not occurred to him that he had picked up any ghosts of dead Marines.
However, the reference to Tea having prayed for the ghost who had spoken to him so calmly seemed to peg the ghost as being that of one of the six dead Marines laid out in a row the morning after Tea's first battle.
They were the first dead he had seen since arriving in Vietnam three days before, and Tea had put one knee to the ground and said a hasty, almost embarrassed, prayer for them.
It was the first prayer Tea had said in ten years. What drove the prayer from him he did not know.
"You prayed me Union Two". Encouraged by this clear voice Tea broadened his experimentation.
Tea hypothesized that if ghosts could produce odors, and they frequently had in his experience, they might be able to smell them; so he rummaged through his mind for smells he had access to in Tokyo which might be familiar and agreeable to dead American soldiers. Marijuana was one; whisky was another; the scent of women.
As he groped along the dark cave of his experience in this way a surprise breakthrough occurred which relieved him of a number of the ghosts. It was an accidental discovery which taught him why the ghosts had adhered to him and how to get them unstuck and on their way home.
The Foreign Correspondent's Club of Japan was planning a party for wounded men recuperating in a nearby US military hospital. There would be a dinner, a strip show, and a lot of booze.
Members attending were asked to sponsor a guest, meaning to be his host, paying for his dinner and drinks. Tea drew a Black soldier who had a taste for whisky, and the two of them got thoroughly drunk.
Tea got home about two, pealing off his coat, tie and shirt as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Undoing his belt was beyond him, as was pulling back the bedding. As he headed for oblivion the voice from Union Two came in with this message: "Three left, three gone, very good success first try".
Three of the dead had joined the wounded who had come to the party.
While Tea's whisky-soaked brain was asking why this dead Marine spoke with a Vietnamese accent in clipped sentences; there came a brief glimpse, like a photograph, of that dead Black First Division grunt's arm with the disk-shaped wound on his wriest Tea had seen on the day Soldier Ghost joined him.
As the image dimmed into disappearance, a yellow pencil with a worn eraser without a hand to guide it appeared and printed, "HIM TOO".
Before that vision Tea did not suspect that dead Black soldier he remembered so vividly was one of the ghosts who had attached himself to him; and now he knew that dead Black soldier had attached himself to the wounded Black soldier Tea had got drunk with; and when that wounded Black soldier went home that dead Black soldier would go home with him; not to stay at his home, but to return then to his own.
(If you had been around in the late Sixties and early Seventies and had had the ability to see ghosts, you would have seen thousands upon thousands of dead American soldiers making their way home, hitching rides on planes, trains and buses, hanging out at gas stations waiting for cars going their way.)
It took Tea two days to defog. The ghosts were silent. They seemed subdued. They seemed fewer. What had been sure before was not so sure now; but maybe the drunken dream about the dead Black soldier had been true.
The next breakthrough came rapidly, with some help from the American Red Cross.
Tea had been asked to by the Red Cross to do a news report on its activities at the military hospital just outside Tokyo, which received wounded directly from Vietnam.
In the course of interviewing staff and patients Tea became bone weary from heavy ghost contact and had to lie down, falling into a brief, heavy sleep.
As Tea entered that sleep the Union Two ghost said, "This good place. Many American dead. Easy leave you".
Tea awoke from the catnap with a feeling of progressive lightness, like that aboard a small plane as jumpers leave. It was as if stronger magnets were drawing the iron shavings from him.
Tea was happy for them, happy for them that they were free of him and going home; and he was glad to see them gone; but he was soon to learn Soldier Ghost and the strange dead Marine with the funny accent were still with him.
By now you know the "strange dead Marine" was the ghost of a dead Vietnamese, but Tea did not; he was boozed down and doped up, blurry, shell-shocked and exhausted, and sometimes the obvious was obscure to him.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 72nd day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Nine Down
Shark America One Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 190
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, Soldier Ghost (9)
Today's code is "72nd Day, Last Year".
Lies are paper ships on an acid sea, and eventually all liars sink into that sea. That sea is misery. That sea is remorse as far as the eyes of the human soul can see.
Acid, acid everywhere and not a tab to drop.
Because of America's lies, Dear Reader, Americans will one day use their cars as chicken coops; and would eat the chickens' feathers if they could, along with the flesh and the bones and the guts; and yes they will eat the bones and the guts, they will be so hungry.
Before George W. Bush tricked America into his stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq I said America would lose that war worse than any nation has ever lost a war in the history of the human race, and that is coming to pass.
As my Old Pal God told me and I told you a year before 9/11, George W. Bush will destroy the world; and the death of this Earth will come to pass some decades after America's abysmal military defeat.
As surely as night, ahead of day, lies in wait, Liars' Hell will come.
The United States of America has entered now into progressive disaster, which can almost be measured with the rise in the price of gasoline; but America is diving into disaster faster than prices can rise.
The stupidity and fascism of George W. Bush and his ilk will not only lead to national misery that will make the Great Depression look like a champagne party with naked women coming out of cakes from sea to shining sea; but will mark the long, long inexorable slide of humanity into extinction.
Extinction will come by about 2045, but by about 2020 the entire human race will know extinction is coming; and everyone will know the United States of America, and the stupidity and fascism of George W. Bush leading America by the nose into wicked war, brought it on.
If George W. Bush is still in the flesh by 2020 he will dare not be seen by citizens of any nation, the most fearsome being American citizens, not even by the mercenaries he will have to pay with gold to protect him, the furious loathing of him by a dying race will be so great.
(He will have to pay them with gold because the dollar will be less useful than toilet paper; and the mercenaries will hate him, even as they guard him.)
If George W. Bush has passed on by 2020, if he is dead when that terrible knowledge becomes common--that knowledge of unstoppable human extinction--his soul will be torn asunder by mobs of souls in The Land of the Dead.
And after human extinction...after human extinction...God's Space Sailors will continue, unhindered by human avarice and mindless wickedness, to attempt to save this Earth from exploding; that explosion currently expected around Christmas time, 2064.
And the human being, now trapped in The Land of the Dead because there are no more wombs to pass through into The Land of the Living, and no more human seed to be planted if there were, will fervently pray for our success in saving this Earth; because existence in eternal death on a living Earth is better...far, far better...than existence in eternal death drifting in miserable, frigid space among the flotsam and jetsam which was this Earth.
For the human soul, there is no such thing as death.
I just thought you might like to know what the true debate of this presidential campaign should be about, and understand that no pretty Black man, and no sour White woman, and no cutsie wootsie old war monger, is up to that challenge.
No matter who of these three might be elected, that "President" would be nought but the elevator attendant on the descent into Hell George W. Bush has created.
Now let's return to our story of Soldier Ghost, remembering that it leads us to The Secret Story of how God's Space Sailors rescued the Japanese people from certain extinction in approximately 660 BC; and in the back of your mind ask yourself: Might another such rescue take place?
In our last episode, Tea was faced with the dilemma of the growing hatred for him the souls of the American soldiers clinging to him were developing; and he found a way to solve that dilemma by telepathically saying The Lord's Prayer over and over again for four days in a row.
Then out of the calm that resulted he heard a Vietnamese-accented voice say, "You prayed me Union Two".
Soldier Ghost, Part Nine
Tea was relieved. Out of the moaning and gnashing had come a calm and friendly sentence, and a change in attitude.
Contact with the friendly voice then broke off, but the cold static of what had previously been what Tea called the "smell" of the contacts seemed to have been replaced by a generated warmth.
Tea surmised that on some level of subatomic physics that warmth was unhearable sound, unhearable telepathy, not warm of itself but of its context or intent. In an odd way, it was a cooing.
Clearly the sentence about praying had not been spoken by Soldier Ghost. That was apparent by the Union Two reference.
Union Two had been a US Marine operation Tea had covered prior to the First Division operation Billings in which Soldier Ghost lost his life.
Tea had seen no white flashes coming from the dead Marines of Union Two. It had not occurred to him that he had picked up any ghosts of dead Marines.
However, the reference to Tea having prayed for the ghost who had spoken to him so calmly seemed to peg the ghost as being that of one of the six dead Marines laid out in a row the morning after Tea's first battle.
They were the first dead he had seen since arriving in Vietnam three days before, and Tea had put one knee to the ground and said a hasty, almost embarrassed, prayer for them.
It was the first prayer Tea had said in ten years. What drove the prayer from him he did not know.
"You prayed me Union Two". Encouraged by this clear voice Tea broadened his experimentation.
Tea hypothesized that if ghosts could produce odors, and they frequently had in his experience, they might be able to smell them; so he rummaged through his mind for smells he had access to in Tokyo which might be familiar and agreeable to dead American soldiers. Marijuana was one; whisky was another; the scent of women.
As he groped along the dark cave of his experience in this way a surprise breakthrough occurred which relieved him of a number of the ghosts. It was an accidental discovery which taught him why the ghosts had adhered to him and how to get them unstuck and on their way home.
The Foreign Correspondent's Club of Japan was planning a party for wounded men recuperating in a nearby US military hospital. There would be a dinner, a strip show, and a lot of booze.
Members attending were asked to sponsor a guest, meaning to be his host, paying for his dinner and drinks. Tea drew a Black soldier who had a taste for whisky, and the two of them got thoroughly drunk.
Tea got home about two, pealing off his coat, tie and shirt as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Undoing his belt was beyond him, as was pulling back the bedding. As he headed for oblivion the voice from Union Two came in with this message: "Three left, three gone, very good success first try".
Three of the dead had joined the wounded who had come to the party.
While Tea's whisky-soaked brain was asking why this dead Marine spoke with a Vietnamese accent in clipped sentences; there came a brief glimpse, like a photograph, of that dead Black First Division grunt's arm with the disk-shaped wound on his wriest Tea had seen on the day Soldier Ghost joined him.
As the image dimmed into disappearance, a yellow pencil with a worn eraser without a hand to guide it appeared and printed, "HIM TOO".
Before that vision Tea did not suspect that dead Black soldier he remembered so vividly was one of the ghosts who had attached himself to him; and now he knew that dead Black soldier had attached himself to the wounded Black soldier Tea had got drunk with; and when that wounded Black soldier went home that dead Black soldier would go home with him; not to stay at his home, but to return then to his own.
(If you had been around in the late Sixties and early Seventies and had had the ability to see ghosts, you would have seen thousands upon thousands of dead American soldiers making their way home, hitching rides on planes, trains and buses, hanging out at gas stations waiting for cars going their way.)
It took Tea two days to defog. The ghosts were silent. They seemed subdued. They seemed fewer. What had been sure before was not so sure now; but maybe the drunken dream about the dead Black soldier had been true.
The next breakthrough came rapidly, with some help from the American Red Cross.
Tea had been asked to by the Red Cross to do a news report on its activities at the military hospital just outside Tokyo, which received wounded directly from Vietnam.
In the course of interviewing staff and patients Tea became bone weary from heavy ghost contact and had to lie down, falling into a brief, heavy sleep.
As Tea entered that sleep the Union Two ghost said, "This good place. Many American dead. Easy leave you".
Tea awoke from the catnap with a feeling of progressive lightness, like that aboard a small plane as jumpers leave. It was as if stronger magnets were drawing the iron shavings from him.
Tea was happy for them, happy for them that they were free of him and going home; and he was glad to see them gone; but he was soon to learn Soldier Ghost and the strange dead Marine with the funny accent were still with him.
By now you know the "strange dead Marine" was the ghost of a dead Vietnamese, but Tea did not; he was boozed down and doped up, blurry, shell-shocked and exhausted, and sometimes the obvious was obscure to him.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 72nd day of its last year.
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