Retreat, Part 11
The $606 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Five Down
Shark America Five Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 169
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Profound Act of God Against Israel & USA on June 7, 2008
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, Retreat (11)
Today's code is "99th Day, Last Year".
I thought I might tell you a few things about my Old Pal God today, things that will get Jews, Christians and Muslim's all huffy; which is, I must admit, somewhat pleasurable.
First of all, God has no anus; and to reveal that truth to Moses is why God allowed Moses to see his backside. God has no need of nor interest in food, and animal sacrifice to God is an abomination to God, despite what the Bible says.
Two, God is neither male nor female, although among human beings that sounds like a freak of nature. That is why this work never uses the pronoun "He" when talking about God. While most might say, "I talked to God and He was angry", this work would say, "I talked to God and God was angry".
Three, man is not made in God's image. That is delightful Judeo-Christian folk myth, but in fact God does not look at all like a human being; never did and never will.
Four, God chooses no human race or tribe over any other. There are no chosen people, and the concept of chosen-ness is self-generated folk history; and in the case of the United States of America, which feels it is the nation of this Earth more loved by God than any other, is blind masturbatory delusion.
Five, God loathes murder; no matter how you slice it, no matter what pretty labels you put on it, kill a human being as invading soldier, sinner, saint or president, and you might as well weigh yourself down with a big stone and sit on a frozen lake and wait for the Spring thaw.
Not one child murderer in the history of the human race has escaped God's wrath, nor will any ever, be they judged insane, be they prison converts to Christianity, or be they never discovered and prosecuted by man. Their lot is hopeless, having murdered the helpless, their soul is forever guilty, having murdered the innocent. This is true no matter what any priest or preacher might tell you or them. False hope is the only hope they have.
Thou Shalt Not Kill is not an earnest suggestion; it is a rule upon which your soul succeeds or fails, upon which the human race succeeds or fails.
Six, God is more simple than I, as simple as a bubble, while I am gangly and full of imperfections. All you sophisticated murderers and thieves and bearers of false witness who torture and enslave me believe me to be very, very simple, I know, but God is more simple than I.
Seven, God expects more of you than I; compared to God I am as easy as pie; and, frankly, I see the human race as collectively stupid and selfish; a tragic story, yes, but stupid and selfish nonetheless.
Eight, neither Jews nor Christians nor Muslims understand the Nature of God. They kill each other over theological nonsense.
Now that I have even more deeply endeared myself to those three religions, the Jews and the Christians and the Muslims, that wicked Tornado of War, all of which I consider to be theological rats' asses, let's return to our story, Retreat.
Today we see an attempt to find and rescue Chawon and the six Space Sailors who were murdered and marooned in their attempt to contact Chawon's soul in ancient China; this second attempt finding a new level of success, showing us the Space Sailors learn as they go along.
Retreat, Part 11
After that, Molly was never called Molly again, but rather became known officially on the charts by her nickname, Hell.
Hell was the only sphere in the Gala Sea, as far as We knew, where murder existed.
We grieved over this new loss, and over Our own lacking which made Us inferior to the reality of conditions on Hell--that is, We were too naive to understand them. We were Space Sailors and We were Fools rushing in where wiser Beings would not have tread.
We were a civilization of over one hundred million years, and We had never experienced murder.
Our Great War was against a terrible natural disaster, suns exploding like trees in a forest fire. Death was understandable to Us, murder was beyond Our scope; and now seven of Us had been murdered.
Chawon was fifteen million years old when His life was taken from Him at the Ear of Africa. The six aboard Bold Seeker were in Their fifth millions. The three women aboard were Margaret, Agnes and Tatoo. The men were Jacob, Homer and Effendi.
Another vessel was dispatched to Hell in a rescue attempt. She was Flying Spirit. She arrived 37 years after the loss of Bold Seeker.
Cautioned to remain in orbit, but retaining the discretionary rights of all our ships at sea, the Crew opted to take Flying Spirit to the area of the Ear because it was at that time the most telepathically active area charted.
As a precaution, only one crew member disembarked. She was Proso, skipper of Flying Spirit and a close relative of Chawon, Her Mother and Chawon's being Sisters, Their Father being the same.
While Proso investigated, Flying Spirit was de-timed two time spectra back, a maneuver which was hoped would make her invisible to the Cousin Spawn. This turned out to be the case, and allowed the vessel to hover nearby as a safe haven in case the Cousin Spawn again proved to be murderous.
(While this maneuver is common now when "UFOs" visit Earth, that was the first time it was attempted. To this day this de-timing two time spectra back is remembered in the name of the city near where it first took place,Timbuktu.)
The Ear was arid and semi-arid, and populated by a race of Cousin Spawn deep black in color, so black They were almost purple.
Because of this likeness to Our color, Proso dared approaching some of Them, and to Our great joy found She was greeted with hospitality, even veneration, and soon was able to walk among Them without fear. She allowed the ship to appear in the sky once for Them, a sight which amazed Them and increased Their level of hospitality toward Her.
Knowing Chawon well, Proso knew His poetry well. That is, She knew His style. She felt that His having designated the Ear as His landing site meant He would probably return there periodically to listen for rescue craft and look for signs of Space Sailors having been there.
There was no sign of Him currently living among these Cousin Spawn, but the name They called themselves, the Dogon People, smacked of home, somewhat like the name, New England, smacks of England; and the advanced level of Their telepathy relative to other Cousin Spawn of Hell indicated Chawon might have lived at least one successfully manipulative life among them.
That meant He would probably return at some frequency, such as once every few hundred years, or once every five or six or seven incarnations. This would be a logical procedure for a marooned Space Sailor to follow.
In other incarnations He would be studying the Riddle of Hell's Doom, as the dilemma of Hell came to be known, and looking for successful counter-doom manipulations.
Proso decided to leave a Time Poem for Chawon. She knew Her visit would become part of the Dogon People's oral history, perhaps even Their religion, so She told Them She had come from Sirius, which in fact had been Her last port of call. She told Them Sirius was a binary starnest system, expecting that fact to be learned centuries later with the development of telescopic optics.
Sooner or later, Chawon would get the message that His Sister Proso had been there.
After about a month's visit, the Gala Sea Watch Vessel Flying Spirit left the Dogon People and made several low level circumnavigations of Hell, seeking sounds from the Souls of the seven, but hearing nothing.
Cultures were beginning to flourish. Chawon would be accelerating His manipulations. The same could be expected of the marooned Souls of the crew of Bold Seeker. It could even be hoped the Souls of the six had been able to make contact with the Soul of Chawon, and They would be operating as a complete unit.
Flying Spirit, the first Gala Sea Watch Vessel to successfully land on Hell, then charted course for Home, and departed.
At Home, while she was still in Passage Passing, all Our hearts swelled at hearing Flying Spirit's telepathized report; and the great rescue undertaking was begun, beginning with the construction of the Grand Vessel, Peacemaker. It would carry a crew of thousands. It could be at sea for five thousand years, if need be. It was to be the finest vessel afloat.
Peacemaker would have two initial primary missions: Rescue the seven marooned Space Sailor Souls, and put an end to murder on Hell.
About the time Peacemaker set sail on her three hundred year voyage to Hell, Chawon was manipulating the building of temples in the eastern Mediterranean area so that if charted from high above they formed musical notes. The resulting message, which literally took hundreds of years to write, read: "We know who We are."
It was an all but illegible note in a bottle on a sea of sand on a speck of dust on the fringe of a war-torn Gala Sea called Ever.
When Peacemaker reached Hell's Solarsister she entered orbit opposite Hell, behind its Sun, totally undetectable. She was to stay on station for the duration.
By then the Cousin Spawn had begun to develop Their long-dormant telepathy, particularly the Greeks, the Egyptians, the Phoenicians, the Israelites, and others of the Mediterranean area; and various cultures in the area We called Heart, known today as India; and various Peoples in the Skull, known as Africa; and on what We called the Other Side, the Western Hemisphere, and on Large Island, which became known as Australia.
Among the living Cousin Spawn telepathy was on the most part accidental, and associated generally with priesthoods; although some cultures, such as that of Large Island and others not prone to the creation of cities, incorporated it more fully into daily life.
However, among the Souls of dead Cousin Spawn telepathy had attained more normal levels of use. The dead, in general, seemed to be more organized and progressive than the living, although terribly hampered by mass depression, hysteria, ignorance and discomfort.
Except for Tatoo, none of the seven lost Space Sailors were detected until about two thousand years after the time of Timemarker, when in the course of a sortie patrol a scout vessel heard a fetus in a womb singing a Space Sailor sea chantey 30 million years old.
That fetus, in the womb of a farmer's Wife in North Dakota, in the United States of America, in 1939, was Tea, and Tea is Chawon.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 99th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Five Down
Shark America Five Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 169
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Profound Act of God Against Israel & USA on June 7, 2008
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, Retreat (11)
Today's code is "99th Day, Last Year".
I thought I might tell you a few things about my Old Pal God today, things that will get Jews, Christians and Muslim's all huffy; which is, I must admit, somewhat pleasurable.
First of all, God has no anus; and to reveal that truth to Moses is why God allowed Moses to see his backside. God has no need of nor interest in food, and animal sacrifice to God is an abomination to God, despite what the Bible says.
Two, God is neither male nor female, although among human beings that sounds like a freak of nature. That is why this work never uses the pronoun "He" when talking about God. While most might say, "I talked to God and He was angry", this work would say, "I talked to God and God was angry".
Three, man is not made in God's image. That is delightful Judeo-Christian folk myth, but in fact God does not look at all like a human being; never did and never will.
Four, God chooses no human race or tribe over any other. There are no chosen people, and the concept of chosen-ness is self-generated folk history; and in the case of the United States of America, which feels it is the nation of this Earth more loved by God than any other, is blind masturbatory delusion.
Five, God loathes murder; no matter how you slice it, no matter what pretty labels you put on it, kill a human being as invading soldier, sinner, saint or president, and you might as well weigh yourself down with a big stone and sit on a frozen lake and wait for the Spring thaw.
Not one child murderer in the history of the human race has escaped God's wrath, nor will any ever, be they judged insane, be they prison converts to Christianity, or be they never discovered and prosecuted by man. Their lot is hopeless, having murdered the helpless, their soul is forever guilty, having murdered the innocent. This is true no matter what any priest or preacher might tell you or them. False hope is the only hope they have.
Thou Shalt Not Kill is not an earnest suggestion; it is a rule upon which your soul succeeds or fails, upon which the human race succeeds or fails.
Six, God is more simple than I, as simple as a bubble, while I am gangly and full of imperfections. All you sophisticated murderers and thieves and bearers of false witness who torture and enslave me believe me to be very, very simple, I know, but God is more simple than I.
Seven, God expects more of you than I; compared to God I am as easy as pie; and, frankly, I see the human race as collectively stupid and selfish; a tragic story, yes, but stupid and selfish nonetheless.
Eight, neither Jews nor Christians nor Muslims understand the Nature of God. They kill each other over theological nonsense.
Now that I have even more deeply endeared myself to those three religions, the Jews and the Christians and the Muslims, that wicked Tornado of War, all of which I consider to be theological rats' asses, let's return to our story, Retreat.
Today we see an attempt to find and rescue Chawon and the six Space Sailors who were murdered and marooned in their attempt to contact Chawon's soul in ancient China; this second attempt finding a new level of success, showing us the Space Sailors learn as they go along.
Retreat, Part 11
After that, Molly was never called Molly again, but rather became known officially on the charts by her nickname, Hell.
Hell was the only sphere in the Gala Sea, as far as We knew, where murder existed.
We grieved over this new loss, and over Our own lacking which made Us inferior to the reality of conditions on Hell--that is, We were too naive to understand them. We were Space Sailors and We were Fools rushing in where wiser Beings would not have tread.
We were a civilization of over one hundred million years, and We had never experienced murder.
Our Great War was against a terrible natural disaster, suns exploding like trees in a forest fire. Death was understandable to Us, murder was beyond Our scope; and now seven of Us had been murdered.
Chawon was fifteen million years old when His life was taken from Him at the Ear of Africa. The six aboard Bold Seeker were in Their fifth millions. The three women aboard were Margaret, Agnes and Tatoo. The men were Jacob, Homer and Effendi.
Another vessel was dispatched to Hell in a rescue attempt. She was Flying Spirit. She arrived 37 years after the loss of Bold Seeker.
Cautioned to remain in orbit, but retaining the discretionary rights of all our ships at sea, the Crew opted to take Flying Spirit to the area of the Ear because it was at that time the most telepathically active area charted.
As a precaution, only one crew member disembarked. She was Proso, skipper of Flying Spirit and a close relative of Chawon, Her Mother and Chawon's being Sisters, Their Father being the same.
While Proso investigated, Flying Spirit was de-timed two time spectra back, a maneuver which was hoped would make her invisible to the Cousin Spawn. This turned out to be the case, and allowed the vessel to hover nearby as a safe haven in case the Cousin Spawn again proved to be murderous.
(While this maneuver is common now when "UFOs" visit Earth, that was the first time it was attempted. To this day this de-timing two time spectra back is remembered in the name of the city near where it first took place,Timbuktu.)
The Ear was arid and semi-arid, and populated by a race of Cousin Spawn deep black in color, so black They were almost purple.
Because of this likeness to Our color, Proso dared approaching some of Them, and to Our great joy found She was greeted with hospitality, even veneration, and soon was able to walk among Them without fear. She allowed the ship to appear in the sky once for Them, a sight which amazed Them and increased Their level of hospitality toward Her.
Knowing Chawon well, Proso knew His poetry well. That is, She knew His style. She felt that His having designated the Ear as His landing site meant He would probably return there periodically to listen for rescue craft and look for signs of Space Sailors having been there.
There was no sign of Him currently living among these Cousin Spawn, but the name They called themselves, the Dogon People, smacked of home, somewhat like the name, New England, smacks of England; and the advanced level of Their telepathy relative to other Cousin Spawn of Hell indicated Chawon might have lived at least one successfully manipulative life among them.
That meant He would probably return at some frequency, such as once every few hundred years, or once every five or six or seven incarnations. This would be a logical procedure for a marooned Space Sailor to follow.
In other incarnations He would be studying the Riddle of Hell's Doom, as the dilemma of Hell came to be known, and looking for successful counter-doom manipulations.
Proso decided to leave a Time Poem for Chawon. She knew Her visit would become part of the Dogon People's oral history, perhaps even Their religion, so She told Them She had come from Sirius, which in fact had been Her last port of call. She told Them Sirius was a binary starnest system, expecting that fact to be learned centuries later with the development of telescopic optics.
Sooner or later, Chawon would get the message that His Sister Proso had been there.
After about a month's visit, the Gala Sea Watch Vessel Flying Spirit left the Dogon People and made several low level circumnavigations of Hell, seeking sounds from the Souls of the seven, but hearing nothing.
Cultures were beginning to flourish. Chawon would be accelerating His manipulations. The same could be expected of the marooned Souls of the crew of Bold Seeker. It could even be hoped the Souls of the six had been able to make contact with the Soul of Chawon, and They would be operating as a complete unit.
Flying Spirit, the first Gala Sea Watch Vessel to successfully land on Hell, then charted course for Home, and departed.
At Home, while she was still in Passage Passing, all Our hearts swelled at hearing Flying Spirit's telepathized report; and the great rescue undertaking was begun, beginning with the construction of the Grand Vessel, Peacemaker. It would carry a crew of thousands. It could be at sea for five thousand years, if need be. It was to be the finest vessel afloat.
Peacemaker would have two initial primary missions: Rescue the seven marooned Space Sailor Souls, and put an end to murder on Hell.
About the time Peacemaker set sail on her three hundred year voyage to Hell, Chawon was manipulating the building of temples in the eastern Mediterranean area so that if charted from high above they formed musical notes. The resulting message, which literally took hundreds of years to write, read: "We know who We are."
It was an all but illegible note in a bottle on a sea of sand on a speck of dust on the fringe of a war-torn Gala Sea called Ever.
When Peacemaker reached Hell's Solarsister she entered orbit opposite Hell, behind its Sun, totally undetectable. She was to stay on station for the duration.
By then the Cousin Spawn had begun to develop Their long-dormant telepathy, particularly the Greeks, the Egyptians, the Phoenicians, the Israelites, and others of the Mediterranean area; and various cultures in the area We called Heart, known today as India; and various Peoples in the Skull, known as Africa; and on what We called the Other Side, the Western Hemisphere, and on Large Island, which became known as Australia.
Among the living Cousin Spawn telepathy was on the most part accidental, and associated generally with priesthoods; although some cultures, such as that of Large Island and others not prone to the creation of cities, incorporated it more fully into daily life.
However, among the Souls of dead Cousin Spawn telepathy had attained more normal levels of use. The dead, in general, seemed to be more organized and progressive than the living, although terribly hampered by mass depression, hysteria, ignorance and discomfort.
Except for Tatoo, none of the seven lost Space Sailors were detected until about two thousand years after the time of Timemarker, when in the course of a sortie patrol a scout vessel heard a fetus in a womb singing a Space Sailor sea chantey 30 million years old.
That fetus, in the womb of a farmer's Wife in North Dakota, in the United States of America, in 1939, was Tea, and Tea is Chawon.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 99th day of its last year.
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