Tatoo, Part 13 (Resumed)
The $634 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Three Up
Shark America Seven Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 341 (6.8 near the east coast of Honshu, Japan, later oddly reduced to 5.0)
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Profound Act of God Against Israel & USA on June 7, 2008. Attack Codes are "Two Birds, One Stone" & "Double Down".
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 (13 - Resumed).
Today's code is "128th Day, Last Year".
We are running from 12 to 24 hours ahead of the news today and there is a great urge to jump ahead to tomorrow's scheduled subject, which is another attack by God on America's secret pigs...er...intelligence services.
You may recall God's Space Sailors killed a CIA agent in Houston last week, and left a beautiful proof elsewhere in town that they had been there and done that.
Of course, America's secret pigs...er...intelligence services don't want to know nothin' 'bout that.
Today's subject, however, is my candidacy for the Presidency of the United States of America, and how I intend to win the Jewish vote.
The great tragedy of the Jewish experience is that the story that says the Jewish people are the chosen people of God is the greatest con of human history, not a con foisted on humankind by the Jews, but by the Jews upon themselves.
This con locked the Jewish people into the behavior patterns which have brought them endless grief throughout the centuries, and which can be seen today in the racial arrogance of the Israelis over all their neighbors.
(The Israelis are the villains in that Palestine story, although it is against the de facto American law for American journalists and politicians to say so. Israelis are sugar and spice and everything nice; Arabs are snakes and snails and puppy dog tails, so goes the American puppy love myth about Israel.)
Were the Israelites guided by God in ancient times? Most certainly, though not in some areas claimed, such as genocide and theft of land. That was their own idea, but they gave God the credit.
Did they go in the direction in which they were being guided by God? Decidedly not.
Had they done so this Earth would have been a planet of peace and enlightenment for the past 4,000 years; and humankind would be traveling through space faster than the speed of light, and would know God as God is, not the comic book versions of God scattered around the globe.
I mention this today because, as I said, I am about to expand my candidacy for the Presidency of the United States of America, and I expect to win the Jewish vote.
I expect to win the votes of a vast array of Americans, overcoming differences in color, race, religion and political party through one simple method: Courageous Truth.
Truth is the most lacking element in the United States of America, be it politics or economics, church or school; and Truth is the missing element the American people need and crave like a missing vitamin.
Without truth, the American people have scurvy of the soul.
Now, I am not a hot babe like Hillary Clinton gathering votes with the sex kitten angle; and I am not a handsome young man like Barack Obama (B.O. as the headline writers at I.C. News fondly call him), implying a lot but saying nothing; and while I have spent far, far more time under torture than John McCain, McCain can jock a jet better than I but I can think better than McCain.
There is one thing and one thing only that has kept me out of leadership in American journalism and politics, and out of richly deserved multi-millionaire status, that being that I have for over 35 years been America's torture-slave.
God is now about to bring that to an end in a stunning way, giving new momentum to my campaign for the Presidency.
On paper it would seem I have near-zero votes and near-zero supporting funds, except for my one vote and my pitiful bank account; but we have a long way to go before we get there, and a lot is going to happen between now and Election Day.
The basic campaign strategies of Clinton, McCain and Obama (in alphabetical order) is to stroke the American people in the hope they will ejaculate their votes onto them.
The American people will get none of that pandering from me; they are the leading murderers of this Earth, and though they might eventually claim to be planet killers through ignorance and bad leadership, they are still murderers, idiotic murderers, and proud to be idiotic murderers.
(Have you ever had a mad man come at you with a knife, as I have? There is no luxury of considering the forces of society and toilet training that have set him on that course toward murdering you. No, you snap him out of it or you break his back; but you don't let him murder you out of the sympathetic kindness of your heart.
(So it is with mad America and its long, slow murder of me, and its rapidly accelerating murder of this Earth; America will snap out of it or God will break America's back.)
So I am thinking that on slow news days such as today when...:
The earthquake pattern is rather quiet except for that pesky 6.8 in Japan which mysteriously became a 5.0 a few hours later in a country expert at rating quakes.
The next expected God's Space War hit on the United States of America is not until Sunday, Mothers' Day.
George W. Bush's stupid and fascist invasion of Iran not quite in place (his planned total dictatorship over the people of the United States of America to be the true reason for his invasion of Iran).
...I am thinking that on such slow news days as this I will present a series of campaign speeches here, and suggest where I would like to give them were I a free American citizen with freedom of speech and freedom of reputation.
I would, for example, like to give my first speech before a Jewish organization, the bigger the richer the better; and I would begin by asking one question: Why have you Jews been so cruel to me?
In the answer to that question is the salvation of the Jews, because they have a profound tendency to be cruel, and that cruelty will always create Hitlers, and will always create wars in the Middle East, forever, or until the human race is extinct in 2045.
Stepping back from that big stuff, and looking at just the Jews' treatment of me, the one man in the history of the human race to become audibly telepathic, and looking at the entire spectrum of Americans who have tortured me for being telepathic (except the Blacks, who stayed out of the torture game) the Jews stand head and shoulders above all others as the most cruel, and the most cunningly sadistic.
Said in another, more sophisticated and politically correct way, the kikes have been even more cruel to me than the queers.
Why? That is for the Jews, not I, to answer; but before they got their perfidious hands on me the word "kike" was not in my vocabulary; and if they were to answer that questions they would thank me for asking it, because the answer would cause them to look at what they never look at, their own sins; which constantly come back on them.
Now, turning to Sweet Muse's story about Tatoo and her clan of western Chinese, and how they were rescued from their Impossible Pocket in the desert of northern Africa, and set down on the island now called Honshu, Japan, creating the memory-myth of the Japanese that they were placed there by Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess; I am happy to say Sweet Muse has, though somewhat reluctantly, resumed her narrative.
When we left off five days ago, God's Space Sailors were transporting Tatoo and her clan to the great ship Peacemaker temporally in stationary orbit above northern Africa; a sight which had been witnessed from perhaps a thousand miles to the southeast by Black Tea, the long-marooned Chawon, from atop Kilimanjaro, and the sighting had brought to an end his beloved cycle of reincarnating through Black African wombs, and sent him off to Greece where he was about to reincarnate through the first White womb of his experience, but that is another story.
Tatoo, Part 13 (Resumed)
When we brought Tatoo and her clan of western Chinese aboard Peacemaker we had never before had direct contact with human beings, our only historical experience being the murder of Chawon in northern Africa and the murders of the six who set down in China to rescue him some 30 thousand years later.
It was strange for us, and it was strange for them. They might have thought us to be gods, but we guarded carefully against that. We have a certain elegance, and we live for millions of years, but we are not divine.
We carried them aboard Peacemaker in groups of three in the tiny craft you call "UFOs", Tatoo insisting to be the last taken aboard. We still had not told her who she was; but she was getting the picture.
Like all the other steps we had taken we took this one carefully, our greatest worry being we would drive them insane with Newness, too many new things to take in too quickly; the shuttle craft, yes, fantastically new in itself, but the magnificence of Peacemaker, and difference of us, that would have been too much for human beings of any time in their history.
(Though all earth people who had seen us thus far thought us ugly, and even the Dogon People of the area of Time Back Two, who loved Proso, thought of her as the Purple Fish Goddess, we are quite beautiful once one sees past our color and our shine, and we look not at all like fish, although in fairness our clothing might give that impression.)
We are Deep Purple, and we don't talk, we sing; and we don't walk we dance; and we wear long garments of beautiful colors.
Ask any Space Sailor and that Space Sailor will tell you, I perform my existence as if God were my audience.
I perform my existence. That is a classic God's Space Sailor concept.
By now, after three days of receiving the water in the large Chinese jars--the water we had collected for them on Kilimanjaro, Tatoo's clan was in a state of religious ecstasy, for surely who but the greatest of all the gods could do this?
So, explaining to them telepathically why we were doing it, that we knew Tatoo and wanted to save her and all of them from death in the desert, we took them aboard the smaller craft three by three, and then aboard Peacemaker, hooded, like one might do with a bird or a horse to protect it from fearful or strange sights; and we kept them hooded until they were all aboard Peacemaker, in one large welcoming room, they all sitting on the mat-covered floor in a group of some 50 men, women and children, speaking among themselves in whispered, wondering western Chinese words, not speculating, no, there was no experience upon which to build speculation.
Now this is where the story becomes interesting, because this is when we began to change Tatoo's clan from western Chinese to Japanese; not consciously, no, but through their living with us aboard Peacemaker on the far side of the Sun for over 40 years.
However, as we begin to enter into this most important and secret part of this most important and secret story, we see our beloved shipmate Virgil is still a torture-slave of the Americans, and the Japanese are still prevented by the Americans from knowing the true story of their own creation; so let's cross this Bridge of Knowledge with tiny steps, like an elaborately robed Geisha with white powdered face and lacquered paper umbrella crossing a steeply arced stone bridge in a warm summer rain.
And let's see if we can apply more pressure on the Americans, to encourage them to abandon the Road of Indecency in favor of the Road of Decency.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 128th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Three Up
Shark America Seven Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 341 (6.8 near the east coast of Honshu, Japan, later oddly reduced to 5.0)
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Profound Act of God Against Israel & USA on June 7, 2008. Attack Codes are "Two Birds, One Stone" & "Double Down".
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 (13 - Resumed).
Today's code is "128th Day, Last Year".
We are running from 12 to 24 hours ahead of the news today and there is a great urge to jump ahead to tomorrow's scheduled subject, which is another attack by God on America's secret pigs...er...intelligence services.
You may recall God's Space Sailors killed a CIA agent in Houston last week, and left a beautiful proof elsewhere in town that they had been there and done that.
Of course, America's secret pigs...er...intelligence services don't want to know nothin' 'bout that.
Today's subject, however, is my candidacy for the Presidency of the United States of America, and how I intend to win the Jewish vote.
The great tragedy of the Jewish experience is that the story that says the Jewish people are the chosen people of God is the greatest con of human history, not a con foisted on humankind by the Jews, but by the Jews upon themselves.
This con locked the Jewish people into the behavior patterns which have brought them endless grief throughout the centuries, and which can be seen today in the racial arrogance of the Israelis over all their neighbors.
(The Israelis are the villains in that Palestine story, although it is against the de facto American law for American journalists and politicians to say so. Israelis are sugar and spice and everything nice; Arabs are snakes and snails and puppy dog tails, so goes the American puppy love myth about Israel.)
Were the Israelites guided by God in ancient times? Most certainly, though not in some areas claimed, such as genocide and theft of land. That was their own idea, but they gave God the credit.
Did they go in the direction in which they were being guided by God? Decidedly not.
Had they done so this Earth would have been a planet of peace and enlightenment for the past 4,000 years; and humankind would be traveling through space faster than the speed of light, and would know God as God is, not the comic book versions of God scattered around the globe.
I mention this today because, as I said, I am about to expand my candidacy for the Presidency of the United States of America, and I expect to win the Jewish vote.
I expect to win the votes of a vast array of Americans, overcoming differences in color, race, religion and political party through one simple method: Courageous Truth.
Truth is the most lacking element in the United States of America, be it politics or economics, church or school; and Truth is the missing element the American people need and crave like a missing vitamin.
Without truth, the American people have scurvy of the soul.
Now, I am not a hot babe like Hillary Clinton gathering votes with the sex kitten angle; and I am not a handsome young man like Barack Obama (B.O. as the headline writers at I.C. News fondly call him), implying a lot but saying nothing; and while I have spent far, far more time under torture than John McCain, McCain can jock a jet better than I but I can think better than McCain.
There is one thing and one thing only that has kept me out of leadership in American journalism and politics, and out of richly deserved multi-millionaire status, that being that I have for over 35 years been America's torture-slave.
God is now about to bring that to an end in a stunning way, giving new momentum to my campaign for the Presidency.
On paper it would seem I have near-zero votes and near-zero supporting funds, except for my one vote and my pitiful bank account; but we have a long way to go before we get there, and a lot is going to happen between now and Election Day.
The basic campaign strategies of Clinton, McCain and Obama (in alphabetical order) is to stroke the American people in the hope they will ejaculate their votes onto them.
The American people will get none of that pandering from me; they are the leading murderers of this Earth, and though they might eventually claim to be planet killers through ignorance and bad leadership, they are still murderers, idiotic murderers, and proud to be idiotic murderers.
(Have you ever had a mad man come at you with a knife, as I have? There is no luxury of considering the forces of society and toilet training that have set him on that course toward murdering you. No, you snap him out of it or you break his back; but you don't let him murder you out of the sympathetic kindness of your heart.
(So it is with mad America and its long, slow murder of me, and its rapidly accelerating murder of this Earth; America will snap out of it or God will break America's back.)
So I am thinking that on slow news days such as today when...:
The earthquake pattern is rather quiet except for that pesky 6.8 in Japan which mysteriously became a 5.0 a few hours later in a country expert at rating quakes.
The next expected God's Space War hit on the United States of America is not until Sunday, Mothers' Day.
George W. Bush's stupid and fascist invasion of Iran not quite in place (his planned total dictatorship over the people of the United States of America to be the true reason for his invasion of Iran).
...I am thinking that on such slow news days as this I will present a series of campaign speeches here, and suggest where I would like to give them were I a free American citizen with freedom of speech and freedom of reputation.
I would, for example, like to give my first speech before a Jewish organization, the bigger the richer the better; and I would begin by asking one question: Why have you Jews been so cruel to me?
In the answer to that question is the salvation of the Jews, because they have a profound tendency to be cruel, and that cruelty will always create Hitlers, and will always create wars in the Middle East, forever, or until the human race is extinct in 2045.
Stepping back from that big stuff, and looking at just the Jews' treatment of me, the one man in the history of the human race to become audibly telepathic, and looking at the entire spectrum of Americans who have tortured me for being telepathic (except the Blacks, who stayed out of the torture game) the Jews stand head and shoulders above all others as the most cruel, and the most cunningly sadistic.
Said in another, more sophisticated and politically correct way, the kikes have been even more cruel to me than the queers.
Why? That is for the Jews, not I, to answer; but before they got their perfidious hands on me the word "kike" was not in my vocabulary; and if they were to answer that questions they would thank me for asking it, because the answer would cause them to look at what they never look at, their own sins; which constantly come back on them.
Now, turning to Sweet Muse's story about Tatoo and her clan of western Chinese, and how they were rescued from their Impossible Pocket in the desert of northern Africa, and set down on the island now called Honshu, Japan, creating the memory-myth of the Japanese that they were placed there by Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess; I am happy to say Sweet Muse has, though somewhat reluctantly, resumed her narrative.
When we left off five days ago, God's Space Sailors were transporting Tatoo and her clan to the great ship Peacemaker temporally in stationary orbit above northern Africa; a sight which had been witnessed from perhaps a thousand miles to the southeast by Black Tea, the long-marooned Chawon, from atop Kilimanjaro, and the sighting had brought to an end his beloved cycle of reincarnating through Black African wombs, and sent him off to Greece where he was about to reincarnate through the first White womb of his experience, but that is another story.
Tatoo, Part 13 (Resumed)
When we brought Tatoo and her clan of western Chinese aboard Peacemaker we had never before had direct contact with human beings, our only historical experience being the murder of Chawon in northern Africa and the murders of the six who set down in China to rescue him some 30 thousand years later.
It was strange for us, and it was strange for them. They might have thought us to be gods, but we guarded carefully against that. We have a certain elegance, and we live for millions of years, but we are not divine.
We carried them aboard Peacemaker in groups of three in the tiny craft you call "UFOs", Tatoo insisting to be the last taken aboard. We still had not told her who she was; but she was getting the picture.
Like all the other steps we had taken we took this one carefully, our greatest worry being we would drive them insane with Newness, too many new things to take in too quickly; the shuttle craft, yes, fantastically new in itself, but the magnificence of Peacemaker, and difference of us, that would have been too much for human beings of any time in their history.
(Though all earth people who had seen us thus far thought us ugly, and even the Dogon People of the area of Time Back Two, who loved Proso, thought of her as the Purple Fish Goddess, we are quite beautiful once one sees past our color and our shine, and we look not at all like fish, although in fairness our clothing might give that impression.)
We are Deep Purple, and we don't talk, we sing; and we don't walk we dance; and we wear long garments of beautiful colors.
Ask any Space Sailor and that Space Sailor will tell you, I perform my existence as if God were my audience.
I perform my existence. That is a classic God's Space Sailor concept.
By now, after three days of receiving the water in the large Chinese jars--the water we had collected for them on Kilimanjaro, Tatoo's clan was in a state of religious ecstasy, for surely who but the greatest of all the gods could do this?
So, explaining to them telepathically why we were doing it, that we knew Tatoo and wanted to save her and all of them from death in the desert, we took them aboard the smaller craft three by three, and then aboard Peacemaker, hooded, like one might do with a bird or a horse to protect it from fearful or strange sights; and we kept them hooded until they were all aboard Peacemaker, in one large welcoming room, they all sitting on the mat-covered floor in a group of some 50 men, women and children, speaking among themselves in whispered, wondering western Chinese words, not speculating, no, there was no experience upon which to build speculation.
Now this is where the story becomes interesting, because this is when we began to change Tatoo's clan from western Chinese to Japanese; not consciously, no, but through their living with us aboard Peacemaker on the far side of the Sun for over 40 years.
However, as we begin to enter into this most important and secret part of this most important and secret story, we see our beloved shipmate Virgil is still a torture-slave of the Americans, and the Japanese are still prevented by the Americans from knowing the true story of their own creation; so let's cross this Bridge of Knowledge with tiny steps, like an elaborately robed Geisha with white powdered face and lacquered paper umbrella crossing a steeply arced stone bridge in a warm summer rain.
And let's see if we can apply more pressure on the Americans, to encourage them to abandon the Road of Indecency in favor of the Road of Decency.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 128th day of its last year.
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