Retreat, Part 14
The $609 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Two Down
Shark America Eight Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 185 (Small Quakes in Frisco Area)
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 (14)
Today's code is "102nd Day, Last Year".
The Shock and Awe of Republican American Fascism's attack on the Constitution of the United States of America is based one of America's most cherished freedoms, the freedom to lie.
Since lying is legal and rewarded in the United States of America, there is virtually no defense against a lying White House.
The current faux-president of the United States of America, George W. Bush, can hold a press conference and lie throughout it, and the journalists in the audience cannot call him a liar even if they might know he is lying.
They must report what he says. "George W. Bush today said the moon is made of green cheese." Then the lie has to be found out by Americans landing on the moon and tasting it.
It takes about a year for the media to catch up with one Bush lie, even though it might have known it was a lie when it came out of his forked-tongued mouth, and in the mean time tens of thousands of human beings might die for and because of that lie, but there is no doing anything about it.
Knowing this mechanics of governmental lying, all the Republican American Fascists have to do to destroy democracy in America is adhere to the lesson of Hitler's Minister of Propaganda, Joseph Goebells, and tell lie after lie after lie after lie, knowing that even if some small percentage of their lies are found out after a year of those lies chewing the guts out of America, all the lies will never be found out, even by historians; and if they were to be, what the hell, the government has the right to lie to the people.
American history is filled with liar-government after liar-government after liar-government, Republican and Democrat.
While it should be a criminal offense for an American president to lie to the American people, it is not; as if the voter is saying, "This candidate has the right to lie to me", when the voter marks the ballot.
One might say, well it evens out doesn't it? Lying Democrats and lying Republicans; in effect saying the government's position that the American people need to be lied to holds water; made even more legitimate by the fact the American people, too, are liars, and they deal with lying car salesmen and lying corporations and lying media and lying politicians and lying generals every day.
Liars being told lies by liars, what could be wrong with that?
Truly, the American people would not mind having been lied to in order to get them into Iraq if the promise of easy victory had not also been a lie.
As this Earth dies, put the blame where it belongs, liars singing liars' songs.
There is something fundamental, even cosmic, about a lie, in that a lie mates with other lies and becomes parent to new generations of lies; so, soon the world-over nought can be seen but a blanket of lies; and truth becomes agreement to deny the existence of the lie.
When one American citizen, Virgil Kret, became audibly telepathic America's response was lie about it. If we all agree to lie, then the lie is truth. Yet that one lie, in the end, destroys the United States of America.
The road to Hell is paved with American liars.
There are profound reasons for every one of the Judeo-Christian Ten Commandments. They are not God's earnest suggestions. They are the way to peace, prosperity and Heaven on this Earth; and among them the bearing of false witness is fundamental to the creation of the man-made Hell which the human being now approaches.
I think I can begin to prove this starting Sunday. The question is, will America be in one piece when I finish the proof?
Now let's return to the next installment of our story, Retreat, as Tea prepares to destroy The Not-Forgetting Society.
Retreat, Part 14
Tea, too, slept.
He slept what was called, Warrior's Sleep, meaning his body rested while his spirit scouted the terrain.
This was the root of the concept of "sleeping with one eye open". The open eye was one of three, not two. The open eye was the soul's eye, the notorious Third Eye.
To understand this, imagine the human soul as a turtle under water, stretching its neck while not moving its body to put its nostrils just above the surface of a pond to take in air.
As Tea Slept the Patrol (as it was called) his body remained unmoving in the mummy pose, the spirit of Goldfish-Tatoo resting gently on him, in her dreams somewhere healing herself of her horrible death as quickly as possible, so she could get back into the battle. Born to duty, born to war; that was that space love-team.
Tea's spirit rose straight up from his body, that being the direction his eyes had been set in for a long time before he drifted off into the shallow sleep the mummy pose placed him in.
It was a moonless night, late enough for the Milky Way to have set and the march of the straggler stars to be in process, and as Tea rose in the dreamy reality of astral travel he could see the lay of the land taking form. By "see" is meant as the spirit sees, for Tea could not take his flesh and blood eyes with him on this patrol.
Tea already knew the lay of the land. having backpacked the area extensively. This game was being played out on his home court. Now he looked down on it from on high. This was called The Soul's Eye View.
The trail leading from the trailhead up to the lake where he was camped was the right fork of a trail that split a few hundred yards down the mountain from the lake; the other fork led to a large grassy area traversed by a meandering stream, and then to the Forest Service trail he had explored the day before, looking for telltale footprints the snow.
At the entrance to the grassy area stood and old, abandoned, one-room cabin, often used by backpackers for their first night's sleeping before they moved on to the inner lakes of the Marbles; and nearby flowed the gentle little stream.
That would be where Matsushita, an old man now and the ground being too hostile to him to sleep on, and the others, would be spending time waiting for Tea's expected surrender in the hope of saving the life of Goldfish-Tatoo; waiting to murder Tea with such pleasure.
Beside the cabin, like a signal light flashing at Tea's Soul's Eye, saying, "Here! Here! Here we are!", were the glowing embers of a campfire.
Yes, the Japanese were sleeping in the cabin. Tea could see their souls hovering, attempting to attain Third Eye, but falling a million miles short. There were three of them.
Tea returned to his body, and awakened himself.
Goldfish-Tatoo was still asleep. Tea's moving would mean a break in the contact between them, but he had to move in order to kill the three Japanese.
"Kimi," he said, using the diminutive and love word for "you", I must go now. Can you hold on to me?" "Hai, dekimasu," Goldfish said in Japanese, "Yes, I can".
She was coming into focus. Soon Japanese would become a foreign and distant language to her, and she and Tea would speak in pure, non-languaged telepathy. That was yet a day or two away, considering the rate Kingyo's soul was healing. For now, Tea spoke in Japanese and English to comfort her.
"O.K.", Tea said, "I am going to go now", and for the first time since Kingyo had attached herself to him, Tea slowly rolled out of the mummy pose; and as he did Kingyo's presence became less and less detectable; and then Tea could not feel her at all and he could only assume she had been right, that she was capable of holding on.
If she lost her hold he could possibly retrieve her when he came back from killing the three Japanese, but to the fresh dead on Earth many variables were possible. Tatoo at this early stage of death was as helpless and defenseless as a hairless infant possum holding onto her mother's back, to fall would mean certain disorientation, and very probably disconnection from Tea as he moved, focused on battle, toward the cabin.
Nature is the same wherever you go, be it Heaven, be it Hell, be it Life or be it Death.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 102nd day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Two Down
Shark America Eight Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 185 (Small Quakes in Frisco Area)
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 (14)
Today's code is "102nd Day, Last Year".
The Shock and Awe of Republican American Fascism's attack on the Constitution of the United States of America is based one of America's most cherished freedoms, the freedom to lie.
Since lying is legal and rewarded in the United States of America, there is virtually no defense against a lying White House.
The current faux-president of the United States of America, George W. Bush, can hold a press conference and lie throughout it, and the journalists in the audience cannot call him a liar even if they might know he is lying.
They must report what he says. "George W. Bush today said the moon is made of green cheese." Then the lie has to be found out by Americans landing on the moon and tasting it.
It takes about a year for the media to catch up with one Bush lie, even though it might have known it was a lie when it came out of his forked-tongued mouth, and in the mean time tens of thousands of human beings might die for and because of that lie, but there is no doing anything about it.
Knowing this mechanics of governmental lying, all the Republican American Fascists have to do to destroy democracy in America is adhere to the lesson of Hitler's Minister of Propaganda, Joseph Goebells, and tell lie after lie after lie after lie, knowing that even if some small percentage of their lies are found out after a year of those lies chewing the guts out of America, all the lies will never be found out, even by historians; and if they were to be, what the hell, the government has the right to lie to the people.
American history is filled with liar-government after liar-government after liar-government, Republican and Democrat.
While it should be a criminal offense for an American president to lie to the American people, it is not; as if the voter is saying, "This candidate has the right to lie to me", when the voter marks the ballot.
One might say, well it evens out doesn't it? Lying Democrats and lying Republicans; in effect saying the government's position that the American people need to be lied to holds water; made even more legitimate by the fact the American people, too, are liars, and they deal with lying car salesmen and lying corporations and lying media and lying politicians and lying generals every day.
Liars being told lies by liars, what could be wrong with that?
Truly, the American people would not mind having been lied to in order to get them into Iraq if the promise of easy victory had not also been a lie.
As this Earth dies, put the blame where it belongs, liars singing liars' songs.
There is something fundamental, even cosmic, about a lie, in that a lie mates with other lies and becomes parent to new generations of lies; so, soon the world-over nought can be seen but a blanket of lies; and truth becomes agreement to deny the existence of the lie.
When one American citizen, Virgil Kret, became audibly telepathic America's response was lie about it. If we all agree to lie, then the lie is truth. Yet that one lie, in the end, destroys the United States of America.
The road to Hell is paved with American liars.
There are profound reasons for every one of the Judeo-Christian Ten Commandments. They are not God's earnest suggestions. They are the way to peace, prosperity and Heaven on this Earth; and among them the bearing of false witness is fundamental to the creation of the man-made Hell which the human being now approaches.
I think I can begin to prove this starting Sunday. The question is, will America be in one piece when I finish the proof?
Now let's return to the next installment of our story, Retreat, as Tea prepares to destroy The Not-Forgetting Society.
Retreat, Part 14
Tea, too, slept.
He slept what was called, Warrior's Sleep, meaning his body rested while his spirit scouted the terrain.
This was the root of the concept of "sleeping with one eye open". The open eye was one of three, not two. The open eye was the soul's eye, the notorious Third Eye.
To understand this, imagine the human soul as a turtle under water, stretching its neck while not moving its body to put its nostrils just above the surface of a pond to take in air.
As Tea Slept the Patrol (as it was called) his body remained unmoving in the mummy pose, the spirit of Goldfish-Tatoo resting gently on him, in her dreams somewhere healing herself of her horrible death as quickly as possible, so she could get back into the battle. Born to duty, born to war; that was that space love-team.
Tea's spirit rose straight up from his body, that being the direction his eyes had been set in for a long time before he drifted off into the shallow sleep the mummy pose placed him in.
It was a moonless night, late enough for the Milky Way to have set and the march of the straggler stars to be in process, and as Tea rose in the dreamy reality of astral travel he could see the lay of the land taking form. By "see" is meant as the spirit sees, for Tea could not take his flesh and blood eyes with him on this patrol.
Tea already knew the lay of the land. having backpacked the area extensively. This game was being played out on his home court. Now he looked down on it from on high. This was called The Soul's Eye View.
The trail leading from the trailhead up to the lake where he was camped was the right fork of a trail that split a few hundred yards down the mountain from the lake; the other fork led to a large grassy area traversed by a meandering stream, and then to the Forest Service trail he had explored the day before, looking for telltale footprints the snow.
At the entrance to the grassy area stood and old, abandoned, one-room cabin, often used by backpackers for their first night's sleeping before they moved on to the inner lakes of the Marbles; and nearby flowed the gentle little stream.
That would be where Matsushita, an old man now and the ground being too hostile to him to sleep on, and the others, would be spending time waiting for Tea's expected surrender in the hope of saving the life of Goldfish-Tatoo; waiting to murder Tea with such pleasure.
Beside the cabin, like a signal light flashing at Tea's Soul's Eye, saying, "Here! Here! Here we are!", were the glowing embers of a campfire.
Yes, the Japanese were sleeping in the cabin. Tea could see their souls hovering, attempting to attain Third Eye, but falling a million miles short. There were three of them.
Tea returned to his body, and awakened himself.
Goldfish-Tatoo was still asleep. Tea's moving would mean a break in the contact between them, but he had to move in order to kill the three Japanese.
"Kimi," he said, using the diminutive and love word for "you", I must go now. Can you hold on to me?" "Hai, dekimasu," Goldfish said in Japanese, "Yes, I can".
She was coming into focus. Soon Japanese would become a foreign and distant language to her, and she and Tea would speak in pure, non-languaged telepathy. That was yet a day or two away, considering the rate Kingyo's soul was healing. For now, Tea spoke in Japanese and English to comfort her.
"O.K.", Tea said, "I am going to go now", and for the first time since Kingyo had attached herself to him, Tea slowly rolled out of the mummy pose; and as he did Kingyo's presence became less and less detectable; and then Tea could not feel her at all and he could only assume she had been right, that she was capable of holding on.
If she lost her hold he could possibly retrieve her when he came back from killing the three Japanese, but to the fresh dead on Earth many variables were possible. Tatoo at this early stage of death was as helpless and defenseless as a hairless infant possum holding onto her mother's back, to fall would mean certain disorientation, and very probably disconnection from Tea as he moved, focused on battle, toward the cabin.
Nature is the same wherever you go, be it Heaven, be it Hell, be it Life or be it Death.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 102nd day of its last year.
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