Retreat, Part 12
The $607 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Four Down
Shark America Six Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 177 (7.3, Loyalty Islands, far east of Australia)
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 "100th Day, Last Year".
There was a very interesting 7.3 earthquake some distance east of Australia today, and just how it was interesting is difficult to explain unless you are interested in learning how to read God's writing on the wall of the news.
That is, that quake was a deliberate act of God, making a specific statement.
As long time readers of this work may know, I.C. News has been running an earthquake study with daily observations for about two years; and has documented a number of earthquakes in advance over the last 35 years, including the great tsunami quake nine days in advance.
I.C. News documented three days in advance the 7.5 earthquake in far western China about a week ago.
As far as know, that China quake was not reported in the American media. I monitor news web sites every day and saw no mention of it; but I do not have a TV and I do not subscribe to the cowardly New York Times, which likely made note of it on some deep, deep inside page.
Likewise, this 7.3 quake east of Australia, centered in the Loyalty Islands, was not covered in the American news media, as far as I know; and if so, certainly not on any level of importance.
At I.C. News we feel the earthquake pattern, even more than the global warming pattern, portends the extinction of the human race and the death of this Earth.
Therefore, we watch quakes very closely. We glean the fields of the this news no other news service wants.
One interesting thing about this 7.3 Loyalty Islands quake is that it is in a location where I.C. News has not seen a major quake in its two-year study; and it seems to us to be an extension--or worsening--of the "Crack in the Egg" of earthquake patterns we have been talking about and documenting in advance for years.
That Crack in the Egg goes from Iran eastward through Afghanistan, Pakistan, south-western China, Tibet and northern India, down through Indonesia, across the top of Australia, up the Pacific rim through the Philippines, Taiwan, Japan, over to Alaska, and down the west coasts of North and South America.
This Loyalty Islands quake indicates to I.C. News the appearance of a new crack in the egg, one beginning to go from Australia to South America, and indicates to us that the chick of planetary death is pecking its way out.
I.C. News, of course, stands alone with this story; but I.C. News has stood alone on many stories events have proven it to have been right about, including the fact that George W. Bush lied to America and the world before his stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq.
I.C. News is standing pat with the cards it is holding.,, and I.C. News is standing straight and bold, and but for God's standing with I.C. News, standing alone in saying the Loyalty Islands quake was more important than the tainted testimony of General Betrayus in Washington, Deceit.
I have told you that when we finish the three pre-written stories in the Tea Rain Collection--Soldier Ghost, The Not-Forgetting Society, and Retreat--I will write a fourth story extemporaneously, and that story will be accompanied by a thickening of coincidences--the appearance of more and more noticeable acts of God.
As it stands, our current story, Retreat, is scheduled to reach its exciting climax on Saturday, and already the coincidences are thickening and my Muse is anxious to get started, having already given me the first segment of the fourth story, Tatoo; a story my Muse is dictating and I am but recording; I not knowing where the story is going.
In that context, I must tell you the Loyalty Island quake was a part of that thickening of coincidences; and in that context I want you to bear in mind that I have told you that God calls me Faithful, and in your mind connect Faithful with Loyal.
I am saying God quaked this Earth today in my name; and that is what psycho-fascist America is up against.
I am putting every chip I have on the table--and so is America--on the bet that God will rescue me and punish America hard for its torture-enslavement of me before the story called Tatoo is finished.
God is going to be talking to America hard, clear and powerfully over the next few weeks.
Now let's return to our story, Retreat, where Tea has just learned the Not-Forgetting Society has captured Tatoo, his wife, lover and friend for millions of years; and this bomb of information has sent his mind into turmoil.
Retreat, Part 12
Yesterday was cold, today is colder, could it be that the Winter, aware of our disposition, is growing bolder? And look at the sea, it grows rougher, almost as when we were younger, and tougher, and seamen.
It was evening and a cold wind was beginning to blow,
The sun was a half hour from dropping behind the ridge.
Last night's doe passed through Tea's camp again, looking for more salt.
Tea lit his campfire and put water on to boil; his mind already boiling furiously.
Tatoo...Tatoo...Tatoo...Tatoo...Tatoo...
Her name beat upon his mind like an insistent drummer drumming at his door; drumming him into volunteering for war; drumming him into forgetting every lesson he had ever learned; forgetting every word he had ever heard or read; forgetting every motto, maxim, teaching , preaching, philosophy and thought he had ever heard or heard of.
Tatoo was one of six precious needles in this burning haystack of Hell. His precious, precious friend, shipmate, lover and wife, who had come searching for him in this horrible place. this hellish planet called Earth, only to be, like he, murdered by Earth people.
If Tea was going to live through the night he would have to somehow stop his heart from exploding with this news.
Tea paced his camp for a hour, Ruger magnum on his hip; and when the fire burned down he put himself down on his sleeping bag and looked up a the constellation he called Holy Wolf, wherein Sirius formed a nostril, the last outpost before Hell, and wherein lay hidden the secret chart to Home.
Lying there, his hands cupped behind his head in that peculiar way of Earth people, he could see some of the very courses Tatoo and he had sailed together, at times as Travelers in the Dew, as honeymooning was called, or as crew on Gala Sea Watch Vessel after the war began.
It was so easy then; it was so perfect; princeling and little princesses presented with a transparent space vessel with which to explore and play.
Sure, they knew childhood would not be forever; they knew they had been conceived of before they had been conceived; and that they had been Born to Purpose and to Duty, but they were happy in their livingness, existence being so much finer than non-existence; and yes, yes, yes, yes they loved the concept of Duty.
As they played, space children playing space children's games, they learned the arts and crafts of space war; just as Earth children learned the arts and crafts of human warfare in their play.
Only, Chawon-Tea and Tatoo-Goldfish played and played for millions of years, and they learned war very, very well.
Tatoo.
Her name being brought into the game totally changed the equation.
Tatoo.
Together, they could do sweeps and find the other five; alone, it was like searching for flotsam matchsticks in the Sargasso Sea.
How could the Not-Forgetting Society have found her and identified her, and captured her; while Tea had searched the world for her with nary a whiff? How could Tea have slept with her, worked her for years in his role of espionage task master, not for a moment realizing Goldfish was Tatoo's current incarnation?
He concluded he must be very weak after such a long marooning. He estimated 57 thousand years, but it seemed longer.
Then something happened; and the history of the world was changed.
As Tea lay there, his restless brain and pounding heart audible to animals a mile away, the ghost of Goldfish-Tatoo rushed to him, stuck to him, put her little arms around his neck, and wept like a child at the open coffin of her mother.
Tatoo was about two weeks dead.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 100th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Four Down
Shark America Six Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 177 (7.3, Loyalty Islands, far east of Australia)
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 "100th Day, Last Year".
There was a very interesting 7.3 earthquake some distance east of Australia today, and just how it was interesting is difficult to explain unless you are interested in learning how to read God's writing on the wall of the news.
That is, that quake was a deliberate act of God, making a specific statement.
As long time readers of this work may know, I.C. News has been running an earthquake study with daily observations for about two years; and has documented a number of earthquakes in advance over the last 35 years, including the great tsunami quake nine days in advance.
I.C. News documented three days in advance the 7.5 earthquake in far western China about a week ago.
As far as know, that China quake was not reported in the American media. I monitor news web sites every day and saw no mention of it; but I do not have a TV and I do not subscribe to the cowardly New York Times, which likely made note of it on some deep, deep inside page.
Likewise, this 7.3 quake east of Australia, centered in the Loyalty Islands, was not covered in the American news media, as far as I know; and if so, certainly not on any level of importance.
At I.C. News we feel the earthquake pattern, even more than the global warming pattern, portends the extinction of the human race and the death of this Earth.
Therefore, we watch quakes very closely. We glean the fields of the this news no other news service wants.
One interesting thing about this 7.3 Loyalty Islands quake is that it is in a location where I.C. News has not seen a major quake in its two-year study; and it seems to us to be an extension--or worsening--of the "Crack in the Egg" of earthquake patterns we have been talking about and documenting in advance for years.
That Crack in the Egg goes from Iran eastward through Afghanistan, Pakistan, south-western China, Tibet and northern India, down through Indonesia, across the top of Australia, up the Pacific rim through the Philippines, Taiwan, Japan, over to Alaska, and down the west coasts of North and South America.
This Loyalty Islands quake indicates to I.C. News the appearance of a new crack in the egg, one beginning to go from Australia to South America, and indicates to us that the chick of planetary death is pecking its way out.
I.C. News, of course, stands alone with this story; but I.C. News has stood alone on many stories events have proven it to have been right about, including the fact that George W. Bush lied to America and the world before his stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq.
I.C. News is standing pat with the cards it is holding.,, and I.C. News is standing straight and bold, and but for God's standing with I.C. News, standing alone in saying the Loyalty Islands quake was more important than the tainted testimony of General Betrayus in Washington, Deceit.
I have told you that when we finish the three pre-written stories in the Tea Rain Collection--Soldier Ghost, The Not-Forgetting Society, and Retreat--I will write a fourth story extemporaneously, and that story will be accompanied by a thickening of coincidences--the appearance of more and more noticeable acts of God.
As it stands, our current story, Retreat, is scheduled to reach its exciting climax on Saturday, and already the coincidences are thickening and my Muse is anxious to get started, having already given me the first segment of the fourth story, Tatoo; a story my Muse is dictating and I am but recording; I not knowing where the story is going.
In that context, I must tell you the Loyalty Island quake was a part of that thickening of coincidences; and in that context I want you to bear in mind that I have told you that God calls me Faithful, and in your mind connect Faithful with Loyal.
I am saying God quaked this Earth today in my name; and that is what psycho-fascist America is up against.
I am putting every chip I have on the table--and so is America--on the bet that God will rescue me and punish America hard for its torture-enslavement of me before the story called Tatoo is finished.
God is going to be talking to America hard, clear and powerfully over the next few weeks.
Now let's return to our story, Retreat, where Tea has just learned the Not-Forgetting Society has captured Tatoo, his wife, lover and friend for millions of years; and this bomb of information has sent his mind into turmoil.
Retreat, Part 12
Yesterday was cold, today is colder, could it be that the Winter, aware of our disposition, is growing bolder? And look at the sea, it grows rougher, almost as when we were younger, and tougher, and seamen.
It was evening and a cold wind was beginning to blow,
The sun was a half hour from dropping behind the ridge.
Last night's doe passed through Tea's camp again, looking for more salt.
Tea lit his campfire and put water on to boil; his mind already boiling furiously.
Tatoo...Tatoo...Tatoo...Tatoo...Tatoo...
Her name beat upon his mind like an insistent drummer drumming at his door; drumming him into volunteering for war; drumming him into forgetting every lesson he had ever learned; forgetting every word he had ever heard or read; forgetting every motto, maxim, teaching , preaching, philosophy and thought he had ever heard or heard of.
Tatoo was one of six precious needles in this burning haystack of Hell. His precious, precious friend, shipmate, lover and wife, who had come searching for him in this horrible place. this hellish planet called Earth, only to be, like he, murdered by Earth people.
If Tea was going to live through the night he would have to somehow stop his heart from exploding with this news.
Tea paced his camp for a hour, Ruger magnum on his hip; and when the fire burned down he put himself down on his sleeping bag and looked up a the constellation he called Holy Wolf, wherein Sirius formed a nostril, the last outpost before Hell, and wherein lay hidden the secret chart to Home.
Lying there, his hands cupped behind his head in that peculiar way of Earth people, he could see some of the very courses Tatoo and he had sailed together, at times as Travelers in the Dew, as honeymooning was called, or as crew on Gala Sea Watch Vessel after the war began.
It was so easy then; it was so perfect; princeling and little princesses presented with a transparent space vessel with which to explore and play.
Sure, they knew childhood would not be forever; they knew they had been conceived of before they had been conceived; and that they had been Born to Purpose and to Duty, but they were happy in their livingness, existence being so much finer than non-existence; and yes, yes, yes, yes they loved the concept of Duty.
As they played, space children playing space children's games, they learned the arts and crafts of space war; just as Earth children learned the arts and crafts of human warfare in their play.
Only, Chawon-Tea and Tatoo-Goldfish played and played for millions of years, and they learned war very, very well.
Tatoo.
Her name being brought into the game totally changed the equation.
Tatoo.
Together, they could do sweeps and find the other five; alone, it was like searching for flotsam matchsticks in the Sargasso Sea.
How could the Not-Forgetting Society have found her and identified her, and captured her; while Tea had searched the world for her with nary a whiff? How could Tea have slept with her, worked her for years in his role of espionage task master, not for a moment realizing Goldfish was Tatoo's current incarnation?
He concluded he must be very weak after such a long marooning. He estimated 57 thousand years, but it seemed longer.
Then something happened; and the history of the world was changed.
As Tea lay there, his restless brain and pounding heart audible to animals a mile away, the ghost of Goldfish-Tatoo rushed to him, stuck to him, put her little arms around his neck, and wept like a child at the open coffin of her mother.
Tatoo was about two weeks dead.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 100th day of its last year.
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