Tatoo, Part 16 (Stopped 5)
Tatoo, Part 16 (Stopped 5)
The $642 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Nine Down
Shark America One Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 269 (5.1 & 5.3 in New Crack in the Egg zone; 5.2 & 5.8 south of Africa near Antarctica)
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 (16-5)
Today's code is "135th Day, Last Year".
I find myself mourning the Chinese killed in the 7.9 quake on Mothers' Day, deep mourning, and my Old Pal God tells me it is a warning-mourning, because the day will come when I will be mourning the extinction of the human race--mourning you, Dear Reader, mourning you.
The uninitiated might say, "Even if that were true that the human race will have gone extinct by 2045, you would be long gone so how could your mourn?", but there is no going, going, gone for the human soul; nor for that matter for a God's Space Sailors' soul. I live forever, you live forever; and it is what humanity's forever will be like that God cautions me to brace myself for.
Oh, the misery of the Chinese today; oh the misery of all humankind tomorrow.
The naive might say, "Well, I will be in Glory Land, no need to mourn me". Getting past the inherent selfishness of this Christian belief, there is no Glory Land for a few, no matter how tightly they close their eyes when they pray, no matter how worshipfully they say, "Jesus! Jesus!"
No, we are talking about reality here, when a planet dies, and with it all life; and Christians will be surprised and dismayed at the judgment calls God' Space Sailors make as they search the flotsam of this Earth for recoverable souls.
I mourn those quake-dead Chinese because to me, knowledge is responsibility, and that includes foreknowledge; and to me looking into the future, stepping into the future for the purpose of saving lives, is no parlor game with which to entertain psycho-fascist America, is no gimmick to cajole psycho fascist America into releasing me.
It is my duty, Dear Reader, my God-commissioned duty.
(No, Dear Reader, God will cut the fingers off the evil American hand which grasps me; and I will not mourn those fingers no matter how many thousands or hundreds of thousands of psycho-fascist Americans make up those fingers.
(I would not be mourning for San Francisco today if San Francisco had taken that 7.9er; so wicked San Francisco has been to me. I would have warned the Frisco psycho-fascists to take their children out of harm's way; and they would not have listened to me; then I would have washed my hands of them.)
In the story of Genesis, why did God harden Pharaoh's heart? I have not read the Bible since the Christians and the Jews railroaded me into prison in Singapore in the early Seventies, but when I did read it I never quite understood why that hardening Pharaoh's heart phrase kept returning.
Of course, the story of Geneses is Jewish folk history padded with Jewish concepts and Jewish memories, with Jewish thoughts put into the mouth of God; and it was that hardening of Pharaohs' heart and God's slaughter of the Egyptians and sending plagues upon the common, guiltless Egyptian people which to me always made Genesis ring false--or more politely said--erroneous.
I know God, and that is not God's Way.
But sometimes I wonder if God has not hardened the heart of psycho-fascist America, blinded psycho-fascist America to the reality of the wickedness of its torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath, blinded psycho-fascist America to the truth and value of my work, for some great reason relative to Judgment Day.
It is as if God were saying, "See, Virgil, these Americans are what they are, so don't mourn them."
I mourn those quake-killed Chinese because it was within my capability to have warned them; certainly not my capability from within America's torture chamber, but my capability as God gave it to me had America not taken the wicked fork in the road it took with me.
Sometimes we mourn what might have been.
You can lead an American to thought, but you cannot make an American think; and my Old Pal God tells me this unthinkingness is a choice the Americans consciously make, part of the blissful ignorance the Americans so earnestly seek.
America's idiot faux-president, George W. Bush, is in Israel mouthing words so stupid and self-damning that it must cause the Jews to inwardly smirk at his ignorance and his servitude under them.
Perhaps it is the most telling thing about America that not one in 500,000 Americans know how utterly cruel the Jews have been to the Palestinians since Israel was forcibly founded on Palestinian land in 1948.
That is something I have in common with the Palestinians; the Jews have been utterly cruel to me since God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy in 1972.
Enough of my "Happy 60th Anniversary as a wicked state, Israel" Hallmark card; let's return to the subject of wicked Israel's drone ally, the wicked United States of America.
As I understand it--and as I was told by God some 35 years ago--God will judge the Americans harshly--and as I understand it, America's torture-enslavement of me precisely mirrors the American soul, mirrors its torture-enslavement of the Black Africans, mirrors its genocide of the Red Indians; mirrors its maltreatment of the poor and the oppressed all around the world.
Ignorance is bliss; but ignorance is not innocence.
"You shall know them by their works," Jesus told me as I set out upon this work just before entering my mother's womb in 1938, "and though they might praise themselves and claim to be God's Own, and though they may be a nation as cute as a basket full of bunnies, know them by their works."
I have seen the works of America's Christians, and they are living in a dream world relative to Salvation; and I have seen the works of America's Jews and they are fantasizing their special relationship with God.
Turning to our earthquake study, the lower Southern Hemisphere pattern has resumed, with a 5.1 and a 5.6 in the New Crack in the Egg between Australia and South America, and a 5.2 and a 5.8 south of Africa, near Antarctica, where the earthquake-volcanic death blow to this Earth shall be delivered in late 2064.
Turning our attention to Sweet Muse's story of Tatoo and her clan of western Chinese, and how she and those western Chinese were rescued from an Impossible Pocket by God's Space Sailors and delivered some 40 years later as Japanese to what is now Japan (and being mindful that the dead, the trapped and the damaged Chinese in the killer quake are western Chinese in an Impossible Pocket) we await with anticipation for her to resume her story.
(I find it interesting that every time she pauses in her story a small or great disaster takes place. Three out of three times now.
(First in conjunction with our superb advance documentation of Israel's premeditated murder of Reuters' Palestinian cameraman, Fadel Shana.
(Then the death of second place finisher Eight Belles at the Kentucky Derby, which set the timing of the China quake.
(Then stopping right before the quake itself.)
At the outset of Sweet Muse's telling of the story of Tatoo I said it would be of this nature, the story bouncing off current events; and now I find it most interesting that Sweet Muse is not telling the story because she and all God's Space Sailors have gone to battle stations.
I had expected Sweet Muse to pick up the story of Tatoo today, because her pattern was to resume after four days, and this is the fifth day stopped.
What does "Battle Stations" mean? I look for writing on the wall of the news to answer this question. That is, I look for God's Space Sailor warfare to be unknowingly reported by the news media. It will have to be disguised warfare because the American media would censor it if it were obviously what it is.
Tatoo, Part 16 (Stopped 5)
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 136th day of its last year.
The $642 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Nine Down
Shark America One Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 269 (5.1 & 5.3 in New Crack in the Egg zone; 5.2 & 5.8 south of Africa near Antarctica)
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 (16-5)
Today's code is "135th Day, Last Year".
I find myself mourning the Chinese killed in the 7.9 quake on Mothers' Day, deep mourning, and my Old Pal God tells me it is a warning-mourning, because the day will come when I will be mourning the extinction of the human race--mourning you, Dear Reader, mourning you.
The uninitiated might say, "Even if that were true that the human race will have gone extinct by 2045, you would be long gone so how could your mourn?", but there is no going, going, gone for the human soul; nor for that matter for a God's Space Sailors' soul. I live forever, you live forever; and it is what humanity's forever will be like that God cautions me to brace myself for.
Oh, the misery of the Chinese today; oh the misery of all humankind tomorrow.
The naive might say, "Well, I will be in Glory Land, no need to mourn me". Getting past the inherent selfishness of this Christian belief, there is no Glory Land for a few, no matter how tightly they close their eyes when they pray, no matter how worshipfully they say, "Jesus! Jesus!"
No, we are talking about reality here, when a planet dies, and with it all life; and Christians will be surprised and dismayed at the judgment calls God' Space Sailors make as they search the flotsam of this Earth for recoverable souls.
I mourn those quake-dead Chinese because to me, knowledge is responsibility, and that includes foreknowledge; and to me looking into the future, stepping into the future for the purpose of saving lives, is no parlor game with which to entertain psycho-fascist America, is no gimmick to cajole psycho fascist America into releasing me.
It is my duty, Dear Reader, my God-commissioned duty.
(No, Dear Reader, God will cut the fingers off the evil American hand which grasps me; and I will not mourn those fingers no matter how many thousands or hundreds of thousands of psycho-fascist Americans make up those fingers.
(I would not be mourning for San Francisco today if San Francisco had taken that 7.9er; so wicked San Francisco has been to me. I would have warned the Frisco psycho-fascists to take their children out of harm's way; and they would not have listened to me; then I would have washed my hands of them.)
In the story of Genesis, why did God harden Pharaoh's heart? I have not read the Bible since the Christians and the Jews railroaded me into prison in Singapore in the early Seventies, but when I did read it I never quite understood why that hardening Pharaoh's heart phrase kept returning.
Of course, the story of Geneses is Jewish folk history padded with Jewish concepts and Jewish memories, with Jewish thoughts put into the mouth of God; and it was that hardening of Pharaohs' heart and God's slaughter of the Egyptians and sending plagues upon the common, guiltless Egyptian people which to me always made Genesis ring false--or more politely said--erroneous.
I know God, and that is not God's Way.
But sometimes I wonder if God has not hardened the heart of psycho-fascist America, blinded psycho-fascist America to the reality of the wickedness of its torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath, blinded psycho-fascist America to the truth and value of my work, for some great reason relative to Judgment Day.
It is as if God were saying, "See, Virgil, these Americans are what they are, so don't mourn them."
I mourn those quake-killed Chinese because it was within my capability to have warned them; certainly not my capability from within America's torture chamber, but my capability as God gave it to me had America not taken the wicked fork in the road it took with me.
Sometimes we mourn what might have been.
You can lead an American to thought, but you cannot make an American think; and my Old Pal God tells me this unthinkingness is a choice the Americans consciously make, part of the blissful ignorance the Americans so earnestly seek.
America's idiot faux-president, George W. Bush, is in Israel mouthing words so stupid and self-damning that it must cause the Jews to inwardly smirk at his ignorance and his servitude under them.
Perhaps it is the most telling thing about America that not one in 500,000 Americans know how utterly cruel the Jews have been to the Palestinians since Israel was forcibly founded on Palestinian land in 1948.
That is something I have in common with the Palestinians; the Jews have been utterly cruel to me since God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy in 1972.
Enough of my "Happy 60th Anniversary as a wicked state, Israel" Hallmark card; let's return to the subject of wicked Israel's drone ally, the wicked United States of America.
As I understand it--and as I was told by God some 35 years ago--God will judge the Americans harshly--and as I understand it, America's torture-enslavement of me precisely mirrors the American soul, mirrors its torture-enslavement of the Black Africans, mirrors its genocide of the Red Indians; mirrors its maltreatment of the poor and the oppressed all around the world.
Ignorance is bliss; but ignorance is not innocence.
"You shall know them by their works," Jesus told me as I set out upon this work just before entering my mother's womb in 1938, "and though they might praise themselves and claim to be God's Own, and though they may be a nation as cute as a basket full of bunnies, know them by their works."
I have seen the works of America's Christians, and they are living in a dream world relative to Salvation; and I have seen the works of America's Jews and they are fantasizing their special relationship with God.
Turning to our earthquake study, the lower Southern Hemisphere pattern has resumed, with a 5.1 and a 5.6 in the New Crack in the Egg between Australia and South America, and a 5.2 and a 5.8 south of Africa, near Antarctica, where the earthquake-volcanic death blow to this Earth shall be delivered in late 2064.
Turning our attention to Sweet Muse's story of Tatoo and her clan of western Chinese, and how she and those western Chinese were rescued from an Impossible Pocket by God's Space Sailors and delivered some 40 years later as Japanese to what is now Japan (and being mindful that the dead, the trapped and the damaged Chinese in the killer quake are western Chinese in an Impossible Pocket) we await with anticipation for her to resume her story.
(I find it interesting that every time she pauses in her story a small or great disaster takes place. Three out of three times now.
(First in conjunction with our superb advance documentation of Israel's premeditated murder of Reuters' Palestinian cameraman, Fadel Shana.
(Then the death of second place finisher Eight Belles at the Kentucky Derby, which set the timing of the China quake.
(Then stopping right before the quake itself.)
At the outset of Sweet Muse's telling of the story of Tatoo I said it would be of this nature, the story bouncing off current events; and now I find it most interesting that Sweet Muse is not telling the story because she and all God's Space Sailors have gone to battle stations.
I had expected Sweet Muse to pick up the story of Tatoo today, because her pattern was to resume after four days, and this is the fifth day stopped.
What does "Battle Stations" mean? I look for writing on the wall of the news to answer this question. That is, I look for God's Space Sailor warfare to be unknowingly reported by the news media. It will have to be disguised warfare because the American media would censor it if it were obviously what it is.
Tatoo, Part 16 (Stopped 5)
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 136th day of its last year.
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