Tatoo, Part 12
The $629 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Two Down
Shark America Eight Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 238 (6.5 Aleutians)
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, Tatoo (12)
Today's code is "122nd Day, Last Year".
Waiting for a space ship to pass by.
The Americans were kind enough to answer our question of a few days ago with the "Stop Right There!" code. No (boo hoo) they don't love me. Big surprise; but we had to ask as a matter of form; a "yes" would have stayed the approaching cup from them.
Tomorrow, therefore is "Bat Out of Hell" day, and what that means is unclear, but the feeling is there is something fine (from my point of view) about to take place.
It's a little like waiting for Christmas, waiting for tomorrow.
I have been expecting a strong "UFO" story to come along about now, this because we have reached the point in Sweet Muse's story where Tatoo and her clan of western Chinese are rescued by God's Space Sailors and transported up to what Sweet Muse calls the "Great Vessel", Peacemaker.
I have seen Peacemaker once. Truly, like a city in the night sky; revealed to me when I was at my lowest, when the Americans were pounding my mind into dust.
I believe few of the stories I have read about "UFO" sightings, except those sightings which are witnessed by large numbers of people. Likely I know more about the "UFO" than any person on this Earth, but I have never seen those shiny objects over power cables or those funny looking little people who exist only in the mass imagination of "UFO" cultists.
Since I am expecting some "UFO" activity about now I thought I might review one of my experiences with the "UFO". You might be disappointed, or you might be intrigued, but the story I am about to tell you is the real "UFO" thing.
In her story about Tatoo, Sweet Muse has spoken of "The Teaching Game"; and that is precisely the game the "UFO" has been playing with the human being since about 1948.
The problem is, the human being has shown no learning curve. The reactions to "UFO" sightings in 1948 were pretty much like reactions to "UFO" sightings now, the creation of fiction around them by the fiction writers, the creation of lies about them by the government, the shallowness of shallow journalism, but never an intelligent examination of them.
That is, there has been no accumulation of knowledge about the "UFO" in 60 years of modern contact.
This situation is as if the "UFO" had set out to teach the human being the alphabet and the human being never got passed "A", but rather entered into lunacy about A; does A exist?; the A that came from outer Space in 3 D; have you ever seen an A?; the A is nothing but swamp gas, ad infinitum, ad nauseam.
So you might better understand what is meant by the Teaching Game I will tell you about a lesson the "UFO" taught me through playing the game.
I once presented an argument to the "UFO" that if it brought me a particular camera, that camera would free me from America's torture-enslavement and prove the extraterrestrial capabilities of the "UFO".
That camera was a Hasselblad dropped by an American astronaut outside a capsule, and is now most likely still in orbit. It has a serial number that most certainly was recorded by NASA, so my coming up with the camera that was lost in space would have been sensational news.
I was on one of my backpacking trips in the Sierras, and I was lying in my sleeping bag one night looking at the night sky, when a light blinked three times, moving slightly each time so the three blinks together made a triangle.
Hmmm? Interesting, but I had seen Peacemaker, I had seen the City in the Sky, so I was not easily impressed.
The next day I was hiking along and I came upon a pair of snow glasses lying beside the trail, the kind with lenses like mirrors when looked at from the outside, and on the bridge between the lenses was a triangle.
Just as I spied the glasses a telepathic voice I know said, "That's one".
OK, well, I had played The Teaching Game before, and I had no trouble connecting the snow glasses with the light in the sky the previous night; and it was no great leap to expect a "That's two" and a "That's three" to come along.
So, I am walking along, and I find a pencil with Number 2 lead...well, ok...not so impressive, not like two buckets of gold, but the pencil had the name of a Christian church on it, and as I spied the pencil the telepathic voice said, yes, "That's two".
So, now I am really expecting "That's three", but "That's three" does not come along all day, and as I hike I come upon two young backpackers who are lost in the wilderness; so I point the trail out to them; and it fast becoming too late to hike safely I invite them to share my camp with me...and the next morning they hike away, and I continue my searching for "That's three".
I come upon a waterfall, one which I had seen from the distance before I had seen the three blinks of the light making a triangle in the sky, and there I found a camera...no, not the Hasselblad I had asked for, but a beautiful Japanese version of a Leica, called a Konika III, "That's three!"
So what did I learn playing The Teaching Game?
First, I learned God's Space Sailors were not interested in my presenting sensational proof of their existence.
Second, I was given what I had asked for, though not exactly, a camera but not the camera that would break my story wide open.
Third, I had enjoyed two days of playful companionship with those God's Space Sailors who had shown me the three lights in the sky.
Most important, I was reminded that I am not alone in this work.
I have had quite a number of experiences with the UFO", and all of them incorporated The Teaching Game; and were I a free American journalist I would offer the American people to once and for all learn the truth of--and the existence of--the "UFO" by guiding them along as the "UFO" played The Teaching Game with them.
Returning to our serialized story, in today's installment of Sweet Muse's narration of the story of Tatoo and how her clan of western Chinese were saved and settled on the Japanese islands, we enter into the most secret aspect of The Secret Story.
To help you understand what seems about to happen in this story there is one thing about the Japanese you should know.
The Japanese language is unique within Asia--unique within the world, yes--but the striking thing is that it has no cousin languages in Asia at all.
Chinese and Vietnamese are cousin tongues, like French and German, far back having common roots; but there are no such roots connecting Japanese with Chinese.
Certainly, the Japanese have adopted into their language Chinese characters and Chinese words, but these are add-ons to the original language, and the Japanese have also added on English and German words in abundance.
Chinese is monosyllabic, Japanese is polysyllabic, and there are no natural cognates between them.
Clearly the Japanese are truly oriental, sharing the "Mongolian Spot" on their infants with all Asian infants, a little blue spot at the base of the spine that is present at birth in Asian, Eskimo, and American Indian babies, but sharing absolutely no linguistic roots with any Mongolian Spot peoples.
When I lived in Japan I came upon a Buddhist priest who had made a lifelong study of this and he thought...he thought...he thought he might have found a word for water that connected Japan not with the Chinese but with the Greek roots of the English language.
It is the suggestion of this work that the Japanese language is an extraterrestrial-influenced language, and it is the uniqueness of the Japanese language which is the first proof of the truth of the Japanese myth of their creation by the Sun Goddess.
With that understanding, let's listen to what Sweet Muse has to tell us.
Tatoo, Part 12
We took Tatoo and her clan aboard Peacemaker in 700 BC; we delivered her clan to Japan in 660 BC, in the intervening years those western Chinese became the first Japanese.
How could this be? It was us; it was us. They lived with us aboard Peacemaker so long that they learned our speech and our ways.
Imagine our joy, if you can, of having found our beloved needle named Tatoo in the haystack called Hell. It was pure joy to us; and we were working out her rescue as we went along. Had we found her alone and without responsibilities it would still have been a difficult matter, because she had the mind of a human being and a soul of one of us; but that she had a clan of human followers who believed in her and loved her; well, you can see the complexity of the problem we were faced with. We could not awaken Tatoo without awakening them; we could not save Tatoo from the desert and leave them to die there--we are God's Space Sailors after all, and there are laws of God's Gala Sea.
Perhaps you can understand this.
By the time we had delivered the second gift of the three jugs of water from Kilimanjaro, Tatoo's clan was ready to go to space. From the sand to the stars was no jump at all for them.
These were no small people; in their few surviving, the desert of northern Africa where no oriental foot had ever tread before.
So, after we delivered water to them the third time further acclimation to our reality seemed unnecessary; and we told them through Tatoo--but they all would have understood without Tatoo--that we were going to take them to our space ship in the sky; and soon thereafter Peacemaker came in from her station on the other side of the sun; and from Peacemaker were sent many of the small craft which in the 20th Century would be called "UFOs" to transport them, in groups of three, to Peacemaker, awaiting them at the hem of the Universe.
It was a glorious day for us Space Sailors, we had found and rescued one of our own, but it was a complex day has well. for we had found she had kinships and friendships and relationships which came with her, like a daughter coming home with a baby in her womb, our love for the one made our love for the other imperative and natural.
When they arrived aboard Peacemaker--such a small thing to mention--there were no chairs for them to sit on, nor beds for them so sleep on--for we neither sit on chairs nor lie on beds--so adapt they must and adapt they did; and to this day Japanese sit on the floor, as we do; and to this day they speak a variation our language, which they learned from us.
You will know this is true when you are brave enough to say hello to us.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 122nd day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Two Down
Shark America Eight Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 238 (6.5 Aleutians)
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, Tatoo (12)
Today's code is "122nd Day, Last Year".
Waiting for a space ship to pass by.
The Americans were kind enough to answer our question of a few days ago with the "Stop Right There!" code. No (boo hoo) they don't love me. Big surprise; but we had to ask as a matter of form; a "yes" would have stayed the approaching cup from them.
Tomorrow, therefore is "Bat Out of Hell" day, and what that means is unclear, but the feeling is there is something fine (from my point of view) about to take place.
It's a little like waiting for Christmas, waiting for tomorrow.
I have been expecting a strong "UFO" story to come along about now, this because we have reached the point in Sweet Muse's story where Tatoo and her clan of western Chinese are rescued by God's Space Sailors and transported up to what Sweet Muse calls the "Great Vessel", Peacemaker.
I have seen Peacemaker once. Truly, like a city in the night sky; revealed to me when I was at my lowest, when the Americans were pounding my mind into dust.
I believe few of the stories I have read about "UFO" sightings, except those sightings which are witnessed by large numbers of people. Likely I know more about the "UFO" than any person on this Earth, but I have never seen those shiny objects over power cables or those funny looking little people who exist only in the mass imagination of "UFO" cultists.
Since I am expecting some "UFO" activity about now I thought I might review one of my experiences with the "UFO". You might be disappointed, or you might be intrigued, but the story I am about to tell you is the real "UFO" thing.
In her story about Tatoo, Sweet Muse has spoken of "The Teaching Game"; and that is precisely the game the "UFO" has been playing with the human being since about 1948.
The problem is, the human being has shown no learning curve. The reactions to "UFO" sightings in 1948 were pretty much like reactions to "UFO" sightings now, the creation of fiction around them by the fiction writers, the creation of lies about them by the government, the shallowness of shallow journalism, but never an intelligent examination of them.
That is, there has been no accumulation of knowledge about the "UFO" in 60 years of modern contact.
This situation is as if the "UFO" had set out to teach the human being the alphabet and the human being never got passed "A", but rather entered into lunacy about A; does A exist?; the A that came from outer Space in 3 D; have you ever seen an A?; the A is nothing but swamp gas, ad infinitum, ad nauseam.
So you might better understand what is meant by the Teaching Game I will tell you about a lesson the "UFO" taught me through playing the game.
I once presented an argument to the "UFO" that if it brought me a particular camera, that camera would free me from America's torture-enslavement and prove the extraterrestrial capabilities of the "UFO".
That camera was a Hasselblad dropped by an American astronaut outside a capsule, and is now most likely still in orbit. It has a serial number that most certainly was recorded by NASA, so my coming up with the camera that was lost in space would have been sensational news.
I was on one of my backpacking trips in the Sierras, and I was lying in my sleeping bag one night looking at the night sky, when a light blinked three times, moving slightly each time so the three blinks together made a triangle.
Hmmm? Interesting, but I had seen Peacemaker, I had seen the City in the Sky, so I was not easily impressed.
The next day I was hiking along and I came upon a pair of snow glasses lying beside the trail, the kind with lenses like mirrors when looked at from the outside, and on the bridge between the lenses was a triangle.
Just as I spied the glasses a telepathic voice I know said, "That's one".
OK, well, I had played The Teaching Game before, and I had no trouble connecting the snow glasses with the light in the sky the previous night; and it was no great leap to expect a "That's two" and a "That's three" to come along.
So, I am walking along, and I find a pencil with Number 2 lead...well, ok...not so impressive, not like two buckets of gold, but the pencil had the name of a Christian church on it, and as I spied the pencil the telepathic voice said, yes, "That's two".
So, now I am really expecting "That's three", but "That's three" does not come along all day, and as I hike I come upon two young backpackers who are lost in the wilderness; so I point the trail out to them; and it fast becoming too late to hike safely I invite them to share my camp with me...and the next morning they hike away, and I continue my searching for "That's three".
I come upon a waterfall, one which I had seen from the distance before I had seen the three blinks of the light making a triangle in the sky, and there I found a camera...no, not the Hasselblad I had asked for, but a beautiful Japanese version of a Leica, called a Konika III, "That's three!"
So what did I learn playing The Teaching Game?
First, I learned God's Space Sailors were not interested in my presenting sensational proof of their existence.
Second, I was given what I had asked for, though not exactly, a camera but not the camera that would break my story wide open.
Third, I had enjoyed two days of playful companionship with those God's Space Sailors who had shown me the three lights in the sky.
Most important, I was reminded that I am not alone in this work.
I have had quite a number of experiences with the UFO", and all of them incorporated The Teaching Game; and were I a free American journalist I would offer the American people to once and for all learn the truth of--and the existence of--the "UFO" by guiding them along as the "UFO" played The Teaching Game with them.
Returning to our serialized story, in today's installment of Sweet Muse's narration of the story of Tatoo and how her clan of western Chinese were saved and settled on the Japanese islands, we enter into the most secret aspect of The Secret Story.
To help you understand what seems about to happen in this story there is one thing about the Japanese you should know.
The Japanese language is unique within Asia--unique within the world, yes--but the striking thing is that it has no cousin languages in Asia at all.
Chinese and Vietnamese are cousin tongues, like French and German, far back having common roots; but there are no such roots connecting Japanese with Chinese.
Certainly, the Japanese have adopted into their language Chinese characters and Chinese words, but these are add-ons to the original language, and the Japanese have also added on English and German words in abundance.
Chinese is monosyllabic, Japanese is polysyllabic, and there are no natural cognates between them.
Clearly the Japanese are truly oriental, sharing the "Mongolian Spot" on their infants with all Asian infants, a little blue spot at the base of the spine that is present at birth in Asian, Eskimo, and American Indian babies, but sharing absolutely no linguistic roots with any Mongolian Spot peoples.
When I lived in Japan I came upon a Buddhist priest who had made a lifelong study of this and he thought...he thought...he thought he might have found a word for water that connected Japan not with the Chinese but with the Greek roots of the English language.
It is the suggestion of this work that the Japanese language is an extraterrestrial-influenced language, and it is the uniqueness of the Japanese language which is the first proof of the truth of the Japanese myth of their creation by the Sun Goddess.
With that understanding, let's listen to what Sweet Muse has to tell us.
Tatoo, Part 12
We took Tatoo and her clan aboard Peacemaker in 700 BC; we delivered her clan to Japan in 660 BC, in the intervening years those western Chinese became the first Japanese.
How could this be? It was us; it was us. They lived with us aboard Peacemaker so long that they learned our speech and our ways.
Imagine our joy, if you can, of having found our beloved needle named Tatoo in the haystack called Hell. It was pure joy to us; and we were working out her rescue as we went along. Had we found her alone and without responsibilities it would still have been a difficult matter, because she had the mind of a human being and a soul of one of us; but that she had a clan of human followers who believed in her and loved her; well, you can see the complexity of the problem we were faced with. We could not awaken Tatoo without awakening them; we could not save Tatoo from the desert and leave them to die there--we are God's Space Sailors after all, and there are laws of God's Gala Sea.
Perhaps you can understand this.
By the time we had delivered the second gift of the three jugs of water from Kilimanjaro, Tatoo's clan was ready to go to space. From the sand to the stars was no jump at all for them.
These were no small people; in their few surviving, the desert of northern Africa where no oriental foot had ever tread before.
So, after we delivered water to them the third time further acclimation to our reality seemed unnecessary; and we told them through Tatoo--but they all would have understood without Tatoo--that we were going to take them to our space ship in the sky; and soon thereafter Peacemaker came in from her station on the other side of the sun; and from Peacemaker were sent many of the small craft which in the 20th Century would be called "UFOs" to transport them, in groups of three, to Peacemaker, awaiting them at the hem of the Universe.
It was a glorious day for us Space Sailors, we had found and rescued one of our own, but it was a complex day has well. for we had found she had kinships and friendships and relationships which came with her, like a daughter coming home with a baby in her womb, our love for the one made our love for the other imperative and natural.
When they arrived aboard Peacemaker--such a small thing to mention--there were no chairs for them to sit on, nor beds for them so sleep on--for we neither sit on chairs nor lie on beds--so adapt they must and adapt they did; and to this day Japanese sit on the floor, as we do; and to this day they speak a variation our language, which they learned from us.
You will know this is true when you are brave enough to say hello to us.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 122nd day of its last year.
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