Tatoo, Part 13 (Stipped 2)
The $631 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Zero Down
Shark America Ten Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 298 (Another 6.6 in the same Aleutian location of two a day or two ago)
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Profound Act of God Against Israel & USA on June 7, 2008. A Attack Code is, "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 -Stopped 2).
Today's code is "125th Day, Last Year".
There is something beautiful happening with this work, The Obituary of the World.
Stop your headlong rush to Hell long enough to listen to what it is. Hell is patient, Hell will wait for you to get there.
Here is an example of what it is, because you have to know the concept to see the beauty of it.
Once when I was deep in the wilderness I was singing a song in my telepathic mind, one with a reoccurring chorus coming in regularly.
I being in the wilderness in those days still meant peace from constant, daily psycho-fascist American torture. Government pigs and citizen volunteers did not aggressively seek me out in the wilderness to torture me as they have done almost every year thus far of this century.
Apparently no human ear was offended at my telepathic voice being forced upon it when I was that far back in the mountains, and therefore singing that song telepathically in my head was legal in the wilderness; like Negro slaves were allowed to sing all they wanted after their day's toil was done.
Say the song I was singing telepathically was the naughty version of "Bell Bottom Trousers", an old sea chantey. You probably know the chorus, "Bell Bottom trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too"
And every time I came upon that telepathically sung chorus, a bird sitting on a twig of a branch of a limb of a nearby tree would sing along with me; no, not with words, Fool, with tweet-tweets in rhythm with the song.
"I was a sweet and comely lass, down old Brisbane. Me master he was good to me, me mistress was the same, when along came a sailin' man on shorin' liberty, and owe to me woe he took liberties with me, singing Bell Bottom Trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor and he loved her, too."
The bird would have joined in after "liberties with me, singing..."
Well, I had been talking to animals all my life, and I have always had the closest of relationships with birds, but this was the first time a bird had ever sung a duet with me.
"It was at a Ball I met him, he asked me for a dance, I knew he was a Sailor by the way he wore his pants. His shoes were nice and shiny and his hair was neatly combed, and when the Ball was over he asked to see me home, singing, Bell Bottom Trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too."
Well. God's Space Sailors have joined in on the singing. like that bird; and here is the best part: it is the nature of their singing that the music of their singing is the making of the song come true.
Let me take another run at that. Their music is their songs' coming true, like their songs are buns in the oven and their music is the heat baking the buns.
(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the line. Well, Boy, you can give them a shiner.)
It is The Teaching Game made into something like a rock and roll drama. It is like when I pointed out to you the "Bat Out of Hell" references that had come into this Obituary of the World narration, and how they could be expected to lead to something.
You can see this Bat Out of Hell duet between me and Sweet Muse in live action with the "Stop Right There!" code the day before CIA agent Ronald Barnaby was shot and killed by Houston police officers because he did not Stop Right There!
Sweet Muse's music magic made the code come true; that is, Sweet Muse got involved with events.
I explained at that time the Stop Right There! code was introduced that it was what we Space Sailors call a "Pregnant Code" well, Barnaby was the baby the Stop Right There! Pregnant Code birthed.
This joining in with me on the song amounts to a kind of thickening of the encoded language between God's millions of free Space Sailors and God's one enslaved Space Sailor, God's One True Telepath. America's telepathic torture-slave, me.
Bees buzzing around a brother bee trapped in a child's jar with holes in the lid.
What had been background-singer support now becomes duet, like Patti Russo in Meat Loaf's "Paradise by the Dashboard Light". Stop Right There!
My brother and sister bees open the lid.
Militarily I am speaking of a joining of two forces, but I prefer the music analogy. It is more fun and more accurate.
"He asked me for a kerchief to wrap around his head, he asked me for a candle, to light his way to bed, and I being a foolish maid, thinking it no harm, jumped into the sailor's bed just to keep the sailor warm, singing Bell Bottom Trousers...(and here Sweet Muse joins in)...coats the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too".
Sweet Muse told you in her story of Tatoo that God's Space Sailors never talk, they sing; never walk, they dance, and this is an example what she meant.
Understand, Angels are singing this story. That's the beautiful thing that has happened.
"Now I knew he was no Samson, but that night he went to town, he laid me on the bed there until me blue eyes turned to brown, and when the night was over, before the break of day, handed me a ten pound note, and this advice did say, singing, Bell Bottom Trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too."
Yesterday I promised to explain the Eight Belles Kentucky Derby event in terms of God's Space War against the United States of America. Any of you Dear Readers who have actually learned to read the writing on the wall of the news, as I have been attempting to teach you, are now reading a drama presented on a level of Shakespeare to the Tenth Power, in real time as it is being written on the wall of the news. Congratulations, you are literate.
"Take this, me Darlin', for the damage I may have done. You may have a daughter, and you may have a son. If you have a daughter, jounce her on your knee. If you have a son, send the bastard off to sea, singing Bell Bottom trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too."
The Eight Belles event constituted a Pregnant Code, and there are a number of "births" possible. For example America can be saved by the Belles, if it surrenders before all the Belles are used up. Considering one Belle a day, the Belle bell with cease to toll at the close of Mothers' Day.
That is, something will be birthed out of this Eight Belles Pregnant Code on Mothers' Day, just as CIA agent Ronald Barnaby's death was birthed out of the Pregnant Code, Stop Right There! last Tuesday.
Saturday was Belle One, today, Sunday is Belle Two...Belle Eight is Mothers Day, next Sunday,
There is a feeling here at I.C. News that the Belle count leads to a God's Space War attack on the United States Navy on or just after Mothers' Day, but we are still very early in this tracking.
By the way, I hear that CIA agent who was shot dead by Houston police last Tuesday lost his soul.
Yesterday I touched with you on the mechanics of this Earth's exploding on or about December 26, 2064, saying that at a certain point in the melting of Antarctic ice the downward pressures on the earth will be overcome by upward pressures from the Center of the Earth; by the same upward pressures that just woke up that volcano in southern Chile that had been sleeping for 10,000 years.
(Bell Bottom Trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too)
Over the eons of this Earth's existence the planet has changed position, and relocated its North and South Poles in the process, a number of times.
That is, such things as melting icecaps and many erupting volcanoes have taken place before and they did not cause this Earth to explode.
How can that be? What is different now?
There is now existing a very dramatic equation of planetary doom involving the forbidden apple Eve ate; in this case, oil.
That poison apple is oil--not the human being's warring over oil; not the human being's polluting this Earth with oil--but the human being's sucking oil away from the natural, stabilizing function it had where it was.
Always before in this type of planetary event, which may have happened as near to us in time as the Ice Age, oil could fulfill its gyroscopic and pressure-balancing functions. That is what the oil was put there for in God's "Intelligent Design" of this Earth. Now the gyroscope and the downward-upward pressures balance are no longer there; thanks its unintelligent removal.
Talk about forks in the road, Folks; had there not been an industrial revolution and had there not been the internal combustion engine, this Earth would be in no danger at all today.
Said another way, had so much oil not become gasoline, the oil would still be in the ground and this Doom' Day scenario would not be in motion.
If you were ever to get to know God's Space Sailors you will know they have been nothing but eco-friendly for their entire existence. They have wants and needs too, but they never kill or pollute to get them.
God's Space Sailors millions upon millions of years ago heard, understood, and obeyed the universal injunction, Thou Shalt Not Kill.
They sought another way, and they found it, and now their space ships fly faster than the speed of light, and they go back and forward in Time; and they live eternally. All this for not killing.
So, considering the dynamic I just described to you, that this Earth is to explode as a direct result of humankind's sucking oil out of her; what are you going to do; you can't put the oil back, so what are you going to do?
Any solution to the crisis of this Earth to that involves killing people is not a solution at all; it just makes the killers' Hell hotter.
Give me an answer, Smart Asses who torture me for approaching the problem, how would you approach the problem, other than with your old standby of mass murder?
Sweet Muse, having told America is was in for bad luck the day before Eight Belles had to be put down at the Kentucky Derby, still refuses to continue her story about Tatoo and the founding of the Japanese race today. There is likely still more bad luck in store for the USA in that clip as she throws bad luck to rock and roll.
Tatoo, Part 13 (Stopped 2)
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 125th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Zero Down
Shark America Ten Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 298 (Another 6.6 in the same Aleutian location of two a day or two ago)
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Profound Act of God Against Israel & USA on June 7, 2008. A Attack Code is, "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 -Stopped 2).
Today's code is "125th Day, Last Year".
There is something beautiful happening with this work, The Obituary of the World.
Stop your headlong rush to Hell long enough to listen to what it is. Hell is patient, Hell will wait for you to get there.
Here is an example of what it is, because you have to know the concept to see the beauty of it.
Once when I was deep in the wilderness I was singing a song in my telepathic mind, one with a reoccurring chorus coming in regularly.
I being in the wilderness in those days still meant peace from constant, daily psycho-fascist American torture. Government pigs and citizen volunteers did not aggressively seek me out in the wilderness to torture me as they have done almost every year thus far of this century.
Apparently no human ear was offended at my telepathic voice being forced upon it when I was that far back in the mountains, and therefore singing that song telepathically in my head was legal in the wilderness; like Negro slaves were allowed to sing all they wanted after their day's toil was done.
Say the song I was singing telepathically was the naughty version of "Bell Bottom Trousers", an old sea chantey. You probably know the chorus, "Bell Bottom trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too"
And every time I came upon that telepathically sung chorus, a bird sitting on a twig of a branch of a limb of a nearby tree would sing along with me; no, not with words, Fool, with tweet-tweets in rhythm with the song.
"I was a sweet and comely lass, down old Brisbane. Me master he was good to me, me mistress was the same, when along came a sailin' man on shorin' liberty, and owe to me woe he took liberties with me, singing Bell Bottom Trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor and he loved her, too."
The bird would have joined in after "liberties with me, singing..."
Well, I had been talking to animals all my life, and I have always had the closest of relationships with birds, but this was the first time a bird had ever sung a duet with me.
"It was at a Ball I met him, he asked me for a dance, I knew he was a Sailor by the way he wore his pants. His shoes were nice and shiny and his hair was neatly combed, and when the Ball was over he asked to see me home, singing, Bell Bottom Trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too."
Well. God's Space Sailors have joined in on the singing. like that bird; and here is the best part: it is the nature of their singing that the music of their singing is the making of the song come true.
Let me take another run at that. Their music is their songs' coming true, like their songs are buns in the oven and their music is the heat baking the buns.
(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the line. Well, Boy, you can give them a shiner.)
It is The Teaching Game made into something like a rock and roll drama. It is like when I pointed out to you the "Bat Out of Hell" references that had come into this Obituary of the World narration, and how they could be expected to lead to something.
You can see this Bat Out of Hell duet between me and Sweet Muse in live action with the "Stop Right There!" code the day before CIA agent Ronald Barnaby was shot and killed by Houston police officers because he did not Stop Right There!
Sweet Muse's music magic made the code come true; that is, Sweet Muse got involved with events.
I explained at that time the Stop Right There! code was introduced that it was what we Space Sailors call a "Pregnant Code" well, Barnaby was the baby the Stop Right There! Pregnant Code birthed.
This joining in with me on the song amounts to a kind of thickening of the encoded language between God's millions of free Space Sailors and God's one enslaved Space Sailor, God's One True Telepath. America's telepathic torture-slave, me.
Bees buzzing around a brother bee trapped in a child's jar with holes in the lid.
What had been background-singer support now becomes duet, like Patti Russo in Meat Loaf's "Paradise by the Dashboard Light". Stop Right There!
My brother and sister bees open the lid.
Militarily I am speaking of a joining of two forces, but I prefer the music analogy. It is more fun and more accurate.
"He asked me for a kerchief to wrap around his head, he asked me for a candle, to light his way to bed, and I being a foolish maid, thinking it no harm, jumped into the sailor's bed just to keep the sailor warm, singing Bell Bottom Trousers...(and here Sweet Muse joins in)...coats the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too".
Sweet Muse told you in her story of Tatoo that God's Space Sailors never talk, they sing; never walk, they dance, and this is an example what she meant.
Understand, Angels are singing this story. That's the beautiful thing that has happened.
"Now I knew he was no Samson, but that night he went to town, he laid me on the bed there until me blue eyes turned to brown, and when the night was over, before the break of day, handed me a ten pound note, and this advice did say, singing, Bell Bottom Trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too."
Yesterday I promised to explain the Eight Belles Kentucky Derby event in terms of God's Space War against the United States of America. Any of you Dear Readers who have actually learned to read the writing on the wall of the news, as I have been attempting to teach you, are now reading a drama presented on a level of Shakespeare to the Tenth Power, in real time as it is being written on the wall of the news. Congratulations, you are literate.
"Take this, me Darlin', for the damage I may have done. You may have a daughter, and you may have a son. If you have a daughter, jounce her on your knee. If you have a son, send the bastard off to sea, singing Bell Bottom trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too."
The Eight Belles event constituted a Pregnant Code, and there are a number of "births" possible. For example America can be saved by the Belles, if it surrenders before all the Belles are used up. Considering one Belle a day, the Belle bell with cease to toll at the close of Mothers' Day.
That is, something will be birthed out of this Eight Belles Pregnant Code on Mothers' Day, just as CIA agent Ronald Barnaby's death was birthed out of the Pregnant Code, Stop Right There! last Tuesday.
Saturday was Belle One, today, Sunday is Belle Two...Belle Eight is Mothers Day, next Sunday,
There is a feeling here at I.C. News that the Belle count leads to a God's Space War attack on the United States Navy on or just after Mothers' Day, but we are still very early in this tracking.
By the way, I hear that CIA agent who was shot dead by Houston police last Tuesday lost his soul.
Yesterday I touched with you on the mechanics of this Earth's exploding on or about December 26, 2064, saying that at a certain point in the melting of Antarctic ice the downward pressures on the earth will be overcome by upward pressures from the Center of the Earth; by the same upward pressures that just woke up that volcano in southern Chile that had been sleeping for 10,000 years.
(Bell Bottom Trousers coat the Navy Blue, she loved a sailor, and he loved her, too)
Over the eons of this Earth's existence the planet has changed position, and relocated its North and South Poles in the process, a number of times.
That is, such things as melting icecaps and many erupting volcanoes have taken place before and they did not cause this Earth to explode.
How can that be? What is different now?
There is now existing a very dramatic equation of planetary doom involving the forbidden apple Eve ate; in this case, oil.
That poison apple is oil--not the human being's warring over oil; not the human being's polluting this Earth with oil--but the human being's sucking oil away from the natural, stabilizing function it had where it was.
Always before in this type of planetary event, which may have happened as near to us in time as the Ice Age, oil could fulfill its gyroscopic and pressure-balancing functions. That is what the oil was put there for in God's "Intelligent Design" of this Earth. Now the gyroscope and the downward-upward pressures balance are no longer there; thanks its unintelligent removal.
Talk about forks in the road, Folks; had there not been an industrial revolution and had there not been the internal combustion engine, this Earth would be in no danger at all today.
Said another way, had so much oil not become gasoline, the oil would still be in the ground and this Doom' Day scenario would not be in motion.
If you were ever to get to know God's Space Sailors you will know they have been nothing but eco-friendly for their entire existence. They have wants and needs too, but they never kill or pollute to get them.
God's Space Sailors millions upon millions of years ago heard, understood, and obeyed the universal injunction, Thou Shalt Not Kill.
They sought another way, and they found it, and now their space ships fly faster than the speed of light, and they go back and forward in Time; and they live eternally. All this for not killing.
So, considering the dynamic I just described to you, that this Earth is to explode as a direct result of humankind's sucking oil out of her; what are you going to do; you can't put the oil back, so what are you going to do?
Any solution to the crisis of this Earth to that involves killing people is not a solution at all; it just makes the killers' Hell hotter.
Give me an answer, Smart Asses who torture me for approaching the problem, how would you approach the problem, other than with your old standby of mass murder?
Sweet Muse, having told America is was in for bad luck the day before Eight Belles had to be put down at the Kentucky Derby, still refuses to continue her story about Tatoo and the founding of the Japanese race today. There is likely still more bad luck in store for the USA in that clip as she throws bad luck to rock and roll.
Tatoo, Part 13 (Stopped 2)
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 125th day of its last year.
posted by Virgil Kret at 3:38 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home