Tatoo, Part 16 (Stopped 2)
The $639 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Eight Up
Shark America Two Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 297 (7.9 in China)
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 (16-2)
Today's code is "133rd Day, Last Year".
Few people can see the error in America's torture-enslavement of me; it is so beautifully rationalized that left, right and center all agree; it is a perfect democratic evil.
There is a double whammy to America's sins against God's One True Telepath, and that is the work I was supposed to have used my gift of audible telepathy for has been to a great extent destroyed by America's torture-enslavement of me.
My earthquake study is an excellent example of this. I was documenting earthquakes before they took place as early as 1972; and had I been allowed to live and work in piece that study would have advanced to the point where by now I could have given the date and location of the deadly, calamitous 7.9 quake in China at least a week in advance.
Further, my reputation for accuracy would have been so well established that my warning would have been listened to, and children would not have been in school, and people would not have been in buildings.
America does not have the courage to face this, to come terms not only with the wrongs it has done to me but with the costs of those wrongs to others.
America can lie to itself about this until Doom's Day; but God sees through that lie as if it were made of window glass.
I was expecting a major event on Sunday, Mothers' Day, and advertised it extensively in this work; but my work being hampered and distorted by some 35 years of American torture-enslavement I expected it in the United States of America, not China.
Torture creates wishful thinking; wishful thinking distorts findings.
However, I was not totally wrong about the location of the disaster, because God sees America as the cause of the death toll in the China quake; and God's punishment of America which I have been attempting to describe to you will be intensified by that death toll.
God says this China quake was a major event in the sequence of events which lead to the death of this Earth; and suggests I re-run my story called, "The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu", with the notation that the current president of China is a Mr. Hu; and with the statement made above that if America had not tortured God's One True Telepath for the last 35 years, I.C. News would be naming the precise dates and locations of major quakes well in advance.
Such preventable catastrophes as the China quake's death toll "Double Down" the severity of America's sins against me, and against humankind, and against this Earth.
I understand that America cannot see its torture-enslavement of me as sinful. It's state religion, psychiatry, allows it to be guilty without feeling guilty; and that is why America genuflects before that false god.
The point here is God sees the sin of it, and when people die for lack of forewarning, when forewarning by me was prevented by the USA, God puts the blame where it belongs, right smack dab on the souls of the American people.
Perhaps Sigmund Freud will protect you psycho-fascist Americans from God.
So, here is the rerun of the Mr. Hu story. Written years ago; Time has now caught up with it. In God's Space Sailor terms, the story has "ripened".
That is, this long-ago-written story describes God's punishment of the United States of America for the China quake death toll.
Time Travel, Dear Reader, Time Travel is the nature of God's Space War.
The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu
For some fifteen years I made my living serving as a designated driver for the communities of Morro Bay and Cayucos, California.There was no taxi service, and there were very strict and not always fair enforcement of drunk driving and drunk in public laws, so I performed a valuable public service. I kept people from driving drunk, thereby keeping them out of jail, and over those fifteen years perhaps saving a life or two.The Morro Bay police always liked me for running this service; but the San Luis Obispo County Sheriff's Department did not, and harassed me extensively; and finally, in the end, the Sheriff framed me on a false drunk driving charge and put me out of business.My passengers to a large extent were commercial fishermen, hard drinking and hard working, so we got along just fine.I would often ask drag fishermen, those who worked on boats that dragged a net along the ocean bottom, if they had ever pulled up interesting things. Some told me of bringing up large ancient Chinese pottery jugs, which had apparently been used as food or water containers on Chinese ships that visited the West Coast long before the first Spanish ships came.It was one of these fishermen who told me the story of The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu.He said he was fishing aboard a boat called the Eleanor Gay, out of Moss Landing, California, and they were working off the coast of Oregon.One day their net brought up a coffin, not an ancient coffin but a new coffin of shiny polished metal, an event that sent a chill through the four-man crew.The skipper of the Eleanor Gay radioed the Coast Guard about the coffin and was told to check to see if there was a seal on it, which would identify it as a legal burial at sea. The skipper checked and found there was. Then the Coast Guard told him to just drop the coffin overboard.Now, the crew of the Eleanor Gay should have done that but after some discussion and hemming and hawing they broke the seal and opened the coffin; and there they saw the perfectly preserved, perfectly dry body of an elderly Chinese man.Curiosity satisfied; an act of group impetuosity immediately regretted; a chill passed through all four men because they had all, after all, violated a grave.Then, as if in eerie confirmation of the chilling feeling, a sudden rogue wave, not a monster but big enough, broke over the port rail of the Eleanor Gay and soaked the four fishermen and the corpse of the Chinese; then, omen upon omen, four curious gulls landed atop the pilot house, not uncommon but oddly foreboding under the weird circumstances, and looked down at the scene on the deck, the four men looking into a coffin, peeping toms in queer violation being caught in the act."Who do you think he is?", one asked all but no one is particular."Who? Who? I don't give a damn," said the skipper, "Let's close it up and put it over the side."Suddenly they were all very nervous, and grave robber-pall bearers that they were they closed the coffin and carried it to the starboard rail and dropped it with a splash into the Pacific, and horrified but not knowing why they were so horrified, they watched the coffin turn over and sink upside down.The Eleanor Gay was never the same again.Over the coming months one man fell overboard and nearly drowned; and then the skipper, high on cocaine, got wrapped up in the net as it was being wound up on the huge iron spool at the stern, and was crushed to death; and after a time the Eleanor Gay had such a bad reputation only desperate drunks and unknowing kids would sign on.It got so no one even wanted their boats tied up along side the Eleanor Gay, thinking the curse might transfer from deck to deck, and in the Golden Bear bar where the fishermen drank she was talked about like she was a whore in a nunnery.Finally the Eleanor Gay ran up on some rocks south of Big Sur and sank; and up north in Moss Landing there was sadness that the crew had been lost (but they should have known better than to go out on a cursed boat) and as for the Eleanor Gay, the general mood was good riddance.
Tatoo, Part 16 (Stopped 2)
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 133rd day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Eight Up
Shark America Two Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 297 (7.9 in China)
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 (16-2)
Today's code is "133rd Day, Last Year".
Few people can see the error in America's torture-enslavement of me; it is so beautifully rationalized that left, right and center all agree; it is a perfect democratic evil.
There is a double whammy to America's sins against God's One True Telepath, and that is the work I was supposed to have used my gift of audible telepathy for has been to a great extent destroyed by America's torture-enslavement of me.
My earthquake study is an excellent example of this. I was documenting earthquakes before they took place as early as 1972; and had I been allowed to live and work in piece that study would have advanced to the point where by now I could have given the date and location of the deadly, calamitous 7.9 quake in China at least a week in advance.
Further, my reputation for accuracy would have been so well established that my warning would have been listened to, and children would not have been in school, and people would not have been in buildings.
America does not have the courage to face this, to come terms not only with the wrongs it has done to me but with the costs of those wrongs to others.
America can lie to itself about this until Doom's Day; but God sees through that lie as if it were made of window glass.
I was expecting a major event on Sunday, Mothers' Day, and advertised it extensively in this work; but my work being hampered and distorted by some 35 years of American torture-enslavement I expected it in the United States of America, not China.
Torture creates wishful thinking; wishful thinking distorts findings.
However, I was not totally wrong about the location of the disaster, because God sees America as the cause of the death toll in the China quake; and God's punishment of America which I have been attempting to describe to you will be intensified by that death toll.
God says this China quake was a major event in the sequence of events which lead to the death of this Earth; and suggests I re-run my story called, "The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu", with the notation that the current president of China is a Mr. Hu; and with the statement made above that if America had not tortured God's One True Telepath for the last 35 years, I.C. News would be naming the precise dates and locations of major quakes well in advance.
Such preventable catastrophes as the China quake's death toll "Double Down" the severity of America's sins against me, and against humankind, and against this Earth.
I understand that America cannot see its torture-enslavement of me as sinful. It's state religion, psychiatry, allows it to be guilty without feeling guilty; and that is why America genuflects before that false god.
The point here is God sees the sin of it, and when people die for lack of forewarning, when forewarning by me was prevented by the USA, God puts the blame where it belongs, right smack dab on the souls of the American people.
Perhaps Sigmund Freud will protect you psycho-fascist Americans from God.
So, here is the rerun of the Mr. Hu story. Written years ago; Time has now caught up with it. In God's Space Sailor terms, the story has "ripened".
That is, this long-ago-written story describes God's punishment of the United States of America for the China quake death toll.
Time Travel, Dear Reader, Time Travel is the nature of God's Space War.
The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu
For some fifteen years I made my living serving as a designated driver for the communities of Morro Bay and Cayucos, California.There was no taxi service, and there were very strict and not always fair enforcement of drunk driving and drunk in public laws, so I performed a valuable public service. I kept people from driving drunk, thereby keeping them out of jail, and over those fifteen years perhaps saving a life or two.The Morro Bay police always liked me for running this service; but the San Luis Obispo County Sheriff's Department did not, and harassed me extensively; and finally, in the end, the Sheriff framed me on a false drunk driving charge and put me out of business.My passengers to a large extent were commercial fishermen, hard drinking and hard working, so we got along just fine.I would often ask drag fishermen, those who worked on boats that dragged a net along the ocean bottom, if they had ever pulled up interesting things. Some told me of bringing up large ancient Chinese pottery jugs, which had apparently been used as food or water containers on Chinese ships that visited the West Coast long before the first Spanish ships came.It was one of these fishermen who told me the story of The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu.He said he was fishing aboard a boat called the Eleanor Gay, out of Moss Landing, California, and they were working off the coast of Oregon.One day their net brought up a coffin, not an ancient coffin but a new coffin of shiny polished metal, an event that sent a chill through the four-man crew.The skipper of the Eleanor Gay radioed the Coast Guard about the coffin and was told to check to see if there was a seal on it, which would identify it as a legal burial at sea. The skipper checked and found there was. Then the Coast Guard told him to just drop the coffin overboard.Now, the crew of the Eleanor Gay should have done that but after some discussion and hemming and hawing they broke the seal and opened the coffin; and there they saw the perfectly preserved, perfectly dry body of an elderly Chinese man.Curiosity satisfied; an act of group impetuosity immediately regretted; a chill passed through all four men because they had all, after all, violated a grave.Then, as if in eerie confirmation of the chilling feeling, a sudden rogue wave, not a monster but big enough, broke over the port rail of the Eleanor Gay and soaked the four fishermen and the corpse of the Chinese; then, omen upon omen, four curious gulls landed atop the pilot house, not uncommon but oddly foreboding under the weird circumstances, and looked down at the scene on the deck, the four men looking into a coffin, peeping toms in queer violation being caught in the act."Who do you think he is?", one asked all but no one is particular."Who? Who? I don't give a damn," said the skipper, "Let's close it up and put it over the side."Suddenly they were all very nervous, and grave robber-pall bearers that they were they closed the coffin and carried it to the starboard rail and dropped it with a splash into the Pacific, and horrified but not knowing why they were so horrified, they watched the coffin turn over and sink upside down.The Eleanor Gay was never the same again.Over the coming months one man fell overboard and nearly drowned; and then the skipper, high on cocaine, got wrapped up in the net as it was being wound up on the huge iron spool at the stern, and was crushed to death; and after a time the Eleanor Gay had such a bad reputation only desperate drunks and unknowing kids would sign on.It got so no one even wanted their boats tied up along side the Eleanor Gay, thinking the curse might transfer from deck to deck, and in the Golden Bear bar where the fishermen drank she was talked about like she was a whore in a nunnery.Finally the Eleanor Gay ran up on some rocks south of Big Sur and sank; and up north in Moss Landing there was sadness that the crew had been lost (but they should have known better than to go out on a cursed boat) and as for the Eleanor Gay, the general mood was good riddance.
Tatoo, Part 16 (Stopped 2)
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 133rd day of its last year.
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