As you know we are trying to approach, with a view to offering a solution, the only temporal problem worthy of our consideration. Why should everything in our lives be derived and determined from a simple set of instructions, handed over, to a bunch of backwards by a group, hidden, deliberately obscured, redacted in remembered time?
We hope to peer ever farther back until one day we may espy the geezers looking right back at us from 70,000 years ago.
So we will take this slowly and bit by bit. No more great splurges of wordy vomit. There is no particular scheme or order, so it will hit the pixels as and when I feel I’ve got a handle on whatever tidbit I get my teeth into.
To kick off let us have a little look at one of the things, the existence of which, I feel indicates that we are dealing with an elitist re-administered Ponzi scheme of vast antiquity.
Long derelict. Within the geneticmemetic and systems emetic there is a correcting mechanism called the Jubilee. Since the contrived economic philosophy cannot do other than concentrate wealth upwards, impoverishing the 99%, those who described the magik to their practitioners instructed that there be a different way of administering, the still, corrupting system for the administrators of the scheme.
This simple pattern repeats throughout and in a more complex age might the Kondratiev be the manifestation of this given? For those, outwith the elitists' Jubilee, their experience is, emetic, designed depression and death.
No successful practitioner will ever challenge this given economic system once within. It is Pavlovian amnesiac.
If you and I can see this simple truth, why do you think that no seat of learning can ever explore these lines of enquiry now?
As I mentioned at belly the muppets were grooming us for a discrete period before they dropped the towers.
They’ve been at it again for a little while now. Though the real marker is the noncompliant oblongs.
I’ll hit the Anne Corens here; bring everything to a screeching halt; and answer your question? The question formed in your mind about 30 seconds ago. “WTF is the turney burney stuff, big things that go boom, and not yet spotted, all things mawashi, doing over here INCOMING!!!!!!!?”
Humour me; give me a bit of slack FFS! Am I not exclamationed? I’ll do my best to keep the following….oh bollox I cannot. The dropping of the twins means we’ll go hyperdimensional; again.
I suppose that it might be best at this juncture to restate just what it is that brought me out to this godforsaken ausphart.
Calderas and the bottle neck in human population mitochondrial mutation all connect in time and place here. Before the bang the human population was massive, after the bang the population globally might have numbered 10,000. Now that is a dark world in many ways. If you thought living in ancient Mycenae was lonely and dark, that the only way to travel was on the sacred waters by right of sacramental admiralty, so only the “special” people would ever visit you, then try and imagine being alive in the years after the kaboom all that time ago.
Dream the staggered big beasts of the eternal forest might eat you, the same beasts that the fascists at the earth worshippers today, like the NoahideUN and NazihideWWF, are so concerned we pander to rather than stop child sacrifice. When was the last time you saw a Panda Special Forces squad raid a voodoo ranch and save children? Did I miss something iGRÜNPIECE? Bush meat? Where? Londres? Laundered? Lourdes?
I always reckoned that the driving force behind the psychonaughts of civilisation was a given. Given by whom and why. As you know my current suspects are the root, Watchers, and their branches, Apiru. Original deep shelled fish and the other who manifest themselves currently as the selfish genetic memetic derived from Abraham’s technology induced phekkwittery.
Arthur C ‘s remark is valid, for all times and all places as far as doing a Derren Brown on the vulgar slobs is concerned.
If there were a small number of survivors after the bang, would they be of two groups? DialecticDialaDalek. The scum randomly distributed around the, then, economic co prosperity sphere and the slaver’s agents. Well the remnants of the slavers after the centre of administration got vaped, or dusted. A deep well of stewards.
One of the interesting facts about our, contiguous, given civilisation, that we are not supposed to look too closely at, is the establishment of cities. Who? Why? What are they really for? We don’t bother looking too closely at their origin, we take the given, again. What does a city consist of? Granary, temple, palace.
I’ll slip on the Babelbolloxphish and the non-linears for this little bit of a translation from the given history. My translation in CAPITALS.
“Better than barter
Money, one of the earliest and most significant inventions of civilization[NO. MONEY WAS NOT INVENTED BY US, IT PREDATES ALL INVENTIONS. IT IS A GIVEN], is essential to the development of trade[ONLY IF YOU BELIEF SO]. Without it there is only barter, a relationship between two people each of whom has something which the other wants.[RISC AT WORK HERE]
Money (which everybody wants)[ONLY THE TRUE BELIVER DOES, FOOL] provides an intermediary substance, enabling the seller to choose when and where he wishes to become a buyer.[NO CLOWN THE MARKET IS RIGGED AS ALWAYS, CHOICE IS DRIVEN OUT]
All primitive societies invest certain things with a special value[YOU SAID IT< ABRAHQURAMISTS] - particularly livestock[KAPOROS?], and items of rarity or beauty[GOLD?]. They are presented on ceremonial occasions such as weddings. The possession of large numbers of cattle or pigs is clear evidence of wealth and prestige.
But these objects are not money in our sense, capable of easy use in everyday transactions.
The most often quoted example of primitive money is shells - in Africa cowries and wampum in America. The small cowrie shell, deriving from the Maldive Islands in the Indian Ocean, is a treasured item in the civilizations of China and India from very early times. From India these attractive objects are carried along the trade routes to Africa. Similarly the American Indians use a small white cylindrical shell for ceremonial gifts, embroidered on to decorated belts or other ornaments. Europeans give the name ‘wampum’ to these precious items.[MONEY ONLY EXISTS IN THE MINDS OF THE AFFLICTED PHUKKD’WITZ]
Both wampum and cowries eventually become a market currency, in the conventional sense, but only after the arrival ofEuropeans. [TRADE IS A SACRAMENT]
The earliest currency used in commercial transactions appears in Egypt and Mesopotamia by the third millennium BC. It consists of gold bars which need to be weighed to establish their value each time they are exchanged[GO ON THEN SMART ASS TELL US WHERE THE UNIFIED SYSTEM OF WEIGHTS AND MEASURES CAME FROM]. Later they are supplemented by gold rings for smaller sums[EXACTLY THOUGH YOU NEVER KNEW IT WHEN WRITING THAT SENTENCE. DID YOU?]. In about 2500 BC an extensive trade, at Eblain modern Syria, is based on currency of this kind in silver and gold.
Gold rings and ornaments, which can be worn for safe keeping as well as display, approach the ideal of a portable currency[GATED COMMUNITIES?]. Many poor women in India today still wear their limited wealth in this way, even when working in the fields or on the roads.[NOT FOR MUCH LONGER NOW THAT THE ROTHSCHILDS HAVE COME TO MAKE THEM ALL UNALIVE AFTER ROBBING THEM]
Safe in the temple: 18th century BC[THAT IS BETTER SUNSHINE, CONCENTRATE ON THE LIE OF THE LAND]
Wealth compressed into the convenient form of gold brings one disadvantage. Unless well hidden or protected, it is easily stolen. [BY WHOM?}
In early civilizations a temple is considered the safest refuge[THAT’S WHY IT WAS THE FIRST PLACE THE HEATHEN HID AND TURNED]; it is a solid building, constantly attended[EVER HEARD OF SACRED SPACES AND THE OCCULT?], with a sacred character which itself may deter thieves[FEDERAL RESERVE, TREASURY AGENTS, COUNTERFEITERS STYLE? DO YOU THINK WE ARE THICH?]. In Egypt and Mesopotamia gold is deposited in temples for safe-keeping. But it lies idle there[NO IT DOES NOT. CONTERFEIT RECEIPTS IMEDIATELY CIRCULATE. THE LOGISTICS BEING PROVIDED BY THE DUSTY DONKEY DRIVERS], while others in the trading community or in government have desperate need of it. InBabylon at the time of Hammurabi, in the 18th century BC, there are records of loans made by the priests of the temple. The concept of banking has arrived.“ Source [YOU DON’T MENTION HIS RAILING AGAINST USURPATION, COUNTERFIETING AND THEFT THOUGH]
You’ll recognize these suspects “They include contracts between travelling salesmen, working the region with caravans of pack asses, and the merchants in the cities from whom they receive their goods;” Source [MY SUSPECTED PERPS. THE APIRU]
The last time we had a good close look at this subject I left us with the scenario of the Watcher’s having infiltrated the temple, that they had “chosen” a bunch of wanderers with a “revelation” and instructed them in the arts of stealing, lying, obfuscation, illusion and murder. Schooled in the weaknesses of the herd. Commissioned as their bagmen, logistics specialists, assassins, blackmailers and subversives, had sent them off on a global mission.
With that in mind I know you are thinking that this is a direct descendent of this, which would make sense. Same modus operadi, same talking bollox, same gangster mentality, same piss take and same lying bastards. I know you are thinking that this is a direct descendent of this, same murderous, humanity hating freaks and psychopaths, same gated community dwelling PhukkD’Witz. I know you are thinking that this is a direct descendent of this, same forked tongued, onanist, pleased with hisself, obtuse, deluded, lying, plagiarizing bastard.
I know you are thinking “Did the cock worshipping dusty donkey driving clowns inherit the Watcher’s patent?”. It doesn’t matter if the Watchers died out or still remain never to be discovered at the highest levels of the illumined fuckedwitz. I will say that one clue is the cockworshippers continued aping of their betters through so called religious and breeding practice.
Oh yes the Watchers still watch.
I know you are thinking “Why is it that in every and all cases of mass human misery we find the cockworshipping psychonaughts right at the centre of the action, enjoying the whole death spectacle. Like here. You thought I was going here didn’t you? Or you might have thought I was going here? However as always I end up here. Or here with the religioKriminal bankster funded heathen at play.
Well duh, that is their commission.
Anyway now that I’ve whetted your appetite I am finally going to ask one of those questions that have bugged me since I was a boy.
Just before that question though one more statement of principles for the keen eyed researcher. If you find yourself stalking through the long grass with a guide whose sole focus is trying to wake you up to the dangers of the cockworshippping fools then beware, you are highly likely to be following a bollox spouting cockworshipper.
So to the question.
Did the Watchers have any real choice in their approach to their problem?
“Oh FFS INCOMING!!!!!!! What the Hong Kong Phooey are you havering about now and just WTF has that got to do with the banking meltdown that is destroying my life today?”
If you’ve got your head round the idea of the original crime scene laid out here a year ago then you will not be surprised at my answer.
My answer, which I’ll be discussing here later, is EVERYTHING.
Just to tidy this little outburst up before we plunge further.
There is no such thing as anti-semitic, just anti-fuckedwitz and anti-heathen. I am 100% anti-PhukkD’Witz and anti-heathen.
There is a great fallacy in the economic paradigm as currently propagandized by our economic PhukkD’Witz practitioners. (I remember studying econometrics, what a bunch of dickless wonders, talk about equation envy. They really wanted to be applied physicists. Oh and Freud as usual with his projected smurphmuppetry was womb envious, the arsehole)
You do not “make a market”.
The market makes you.
What we have here, in clear sight, is alchemical sorcery.
Although this started off as a fluffy second part to the original, several months ago, it has morphed, it has mixed and it is tinged with tincture of bathos.
All were seated at the dining table with the smell of one of my world renowned curries and Thai fragrant rice filling the room. I however, rattled after the proximity of a full blown 2iC, had legged it for the chiller to retrieve one, of my friend the secretive squirrel’s, favourites.
The girls could look after themselves, Chardonnay or Fitou. Your correspondent doesn’t match the wine to food; my favourite with a bit of dead cow is Sauterne, what a heathen!!! I don’t sniff and sip the stuff, all Goolden like, I clock the source. Chile, Australia, South Africa and their specificgravy, those are my favourites and I won’t change even though I’ve been briefed on the "terroir" factor by a charming Bulgarian wine expert. Oh yes there are good vineyards in Bulgaria, my mate’s family owns one long-time. Ok then, I will crawl over broken bottles for a Barolo. However your correspondent does make sure his bestest buddies and chums are well sorted on the cider front.
So I retrieved the chilled glass and poured my bushy tailed red buddy a Magners pear cider on ice. I checked on the fridge contents to make sure everything was kushty kool. Aspall’s Dry Grand Cru, Bulmers Red, more Magners, Thatchers medium sweet and on the floor, at the correct temperature, 2 flagons of Cripple Cock Farmyard Scrumpy. Loverly, hic.
I, being a peasant, pulled on another Bow. So off back to the food I toddled and as I wandered down the corridor I came to a bit of a realisation. We might be looking at this whole thing the wrong way round as usual. If you realise that we are having magic practiced upon us everyday, temporal magic, then one of the objectives of that magic is to keep us always barking up the wrong tree.
As I was saying last time I just narrowly avoided a 2iC moment, now it wasn’t the cider, it was the fact that we had all lost someone very close to us very recently. The get together was spontaneous, unplanned and there we all sat having lost one of husband, father, sister, close friend, uncle. One of us grieved for more than one very, very close to them. I reflected on why our loved ones had left us all behind, for it wasn’t as if they had disappeared, they had quite simply left us behind.
What if that egg head from Wien had been on the correct track and the sexual degenerate, met on the train platform in London by the Home secretary no less, I’ll bet his luggage was really, really heavy if you know what I mean, was as usual the screaming front man to take us off the scent. Cocks, fannies and balls all dressed up in an ology. Job creation for the lazy heathen, kind of like the porn industry, same heathen same objective. Just like that patent clerk, remind me to give you the proper heads up on patents one day, who has been responsible for keeping us in a scientific Reduced Instruction Set for a century now. All designed to keep us off the correct path. All paid for by the funny money religioKriminals. Why do you think you can get easy funding to set up a save the orchid campaign, start an industry that reduces children to gibbering idiots or a sanctuary and retreat for mounting horses. Shag a duck, fuck a mutt and rape a child, why not? You’ll get Soros funding and can swan around the world attending workshops on bovine and equine prophylacticmyarseology. Tax free. Why can you get as much funny money as you can handle to campaign for child sex slavery and yet it is impossible to get cash to save lives? Ooh I don’t think I need preach to the converted, you know.
Here we come to the crux of the matter. We are, as I’ve said before, living under sustained suppressing spiritual fire and these examples of the funny money weapon deployed, are there to keep our heads down. Once we realise this, the power held over us disappears and we then have very, very strange thoughts. I’ll let you into one of my strangest thoughts at the end of this load of cider induced swillery. I know you are going to dig it. So back to that evening then and the attempt to avert a 2iC.
That potassium rush, what if that is the 3D manifestation of a hyperdimensional change. A tiny bit of the universal soul is reaching through and completing the open system connection in life. What if the DMT flood is the return of that tiny bit of soul with the change, that is why it is a complex molecule, you have effected through your having lived? And you change the universal soul for very the next potassium rush.
So you can see why I clammed up, not just the fact that it might sound kooky, but to bring such a subject up at that time would not have helped. Mrs INCOMING!!!!!! had already told me that I had been a tad insensitive on a previous occasion. Me!! Insensitive!!
I was to be proven wrong for as the rest of the evening wore on and the moon rose, we started to reminisce about things relating to the after life. However I didn’t open my yapp about the potassium rush and the universal soul malarkey at all.
As usual, when yours truly rattles up a curry, everything had gone, scoffed. Naan bread, pupadoms, rice, curry, chutneys, diced tomato and onion, all vamoosed. Wine bottles well leathered and I’d had three further round trips to the chiller, so by the point everyone poured themselves into the comfy seats again, the secretive squirrel and I were on the Aspalls.
We all recalled things that we had experienced or had had related to us by those now recently gone which had been for them, not to put too fine a point on it, weird. Or just damned strange. Now I’ve touched on a lot of this stuff before. OoBE, ghosts and all that malarkey. I have always had time for the ordinary punter’s tale, like the guys in the sewers of York who clocked a load of legionaries wandering up the sewer. However they were only visible from the knee upwards. Once the relevant geezers had checked out the story, sure enough the old roman road course was followed by the sewer and that the long gone surface of the road was at such a level under the sewer base that only the body from the knees up of someone trying to walk on that road surface these days could be seen. The guff punted by the professional con men on the GGT and altMSM is in the main foundation sponsored bamboozletronic static, the window dressing for Zbig’s soulless technetronic oligarchic construct. We chatted about Robert’s OoBE, my colleague Mary’s NDE; both related elsewhere, the ghosts of dead family witnessed by youngsters. Not scary just witnessed. And all sorts of other things that only we could know.
I know you know where I’m going with this.
Could there be a point that the rest of us could, you me, the punters, the ordinary geezers, the non chosen, The Vulgar, could we access this universal soul? I’m not talking ayahuasca here. I’m talking act of will. I make it clear that we are not getting involved in the man of destiny and iron will that old one ball was goose stepping to. Quantum wave function collapse etc, Schrödinger’s cat bollox.
To try and give the answer to this I’m going to give some negative evidence. Remember this is purely temporal and we’ll keep the actors restricted to us for this discussion. Just us humans, no one and no thing else.
What are the two great advances in human behaviour that are to be made wide spread by the foundation front men, the pornographic barkers, doing the bidding of the mentalist heathenites sitting in the Big Room.
Infanticide. Two parts. Pre conception and post conception
Euthanasia. Two parts. Singular and group. Group has a direct feedback loop into Infanticide.
Now I can see you rolling your eyes and thinking that this is some sort of RISC religious nutter type typing these words.
Just a Bowman.
Whatever the heathen bitchboys and boybitches of the goons in the Big Room are promoting is of interest to your correspondent for two reasons. One, it gives more detail as to all their origins. Two, what ever they want for us is inherently evil and it is up to us to reason why. Remember everything written here, until further notice, has nothing to do with God.
So you can see that should that weapons grade 2iC stuff have been released into the wild there would have been cider, wine and coffee flavoured showers of phlegm hitting the flock, well in my case the dappled wall paint. Best not go there. So I let my chums continue to yakk, I clammed up and pulled on a Bow and of course his nibs, the secretive squirrel, regaled us with tales of genocide in 1970s West Africa, the burning necklaced and beheaded black bodies lying all over the airport taxiways. Contrary to what the official history says, he was on the last never acknowledged aircraft out, the killing started long before the evacuation was finished.
Keeping my ears alert for stories about past realité I drifted into a bit of a parallel reverie.
“If the clowns don’t want us around” I mused. “If the clowns want to convince us with their Blavatsky Chicago Frankfurt Hollywood heathenist charabanc of misery that we are all alone, atomic and individuals in the heathen’s rigged market place, then why would the guys promoting all this crap be communist, Maoist, group think, hive minded, calving machine breeding muppets who never want for a warm bed or prestige? What is their gangster bankster racket? What could be going on with a man and a woman getting fecund and jiggy that they cannot stand? What was happening at conception they did not control?”
So back to the universal mind.
From the heathen’s perspective could a tiny little piece of the universal soul coming into our reality at the point of K rush be a bad thing for them? Hence a good thing for the universal soul and us, the non mentalist scrypto krypto worshipping shipping cargo cult savages of Ba’al Hammon? Could they fear, after monopolising the universal soul for thousands of years, the effects on it of our tiny little bit of it, changed, returning after a life of good, not evil? With more and more of us turning up on the planet could these religioKriminal fools face getting crowded out? Is that one of their fears?
If one looks at the massive effort they have expended in turning us to heathenry you must ask the question “Is it really all about having all the money and power?” Is that just the cover story, is the gold and gold related assets scam just that, a profound scam. I have asked this before.
Imagine you, the last human being, have all the gold in creation, a star gate and the elixir of life.
How rich are you?
The perspicacious reading here will be thinking bell curve. You will be thinking back to your stats courses and wondering on which bit of the curve you exist. Well to mix my hate spitting metaphors I’ll give you a clue. The heathen and the psychopathic minions are left side 6 sigma. That is the natural rate of their misshapen heathen souls getting corrupted from the universal soul.
However their mission is to increase their preponderance.
To do that they must reshape our reality to suit themselves and thus complete the feedback loop and corrupt the universal soul.
Down’s syndrome. Infanticide. Contraception. Euthanasia. Work that out from the heathen’s point of view now. Can you get it? So why go along with it?
Imagine if you can two control groups, remember the she wolf suckling Castor and Pollux legend, take ten small boys from a small English village circa 1700 and drop them into the Great Plains. Conversely take ten small boys from the Apache circa 1700 and drop them into Grantham. Would any of the boys thrive in their alien environment? I’m not talking Darwinian crap; I’m talking about something much more subtle and never noticed. Read this, I know, I know but their con requires partial disclosure for the complete obscure, and concentrate on the final circuit.
DNA quantum tunnelling, which if you’ve read my bollox at the other shop, is a hyperdimensional reality. I’ll keep it simple and take time as going on its merry linear way as we all understand it. If we take it as read that the DNA is encoding hyperdimensional information then the environment, traumatic or not (though I’m not going to chase this variable down at the moment), within which you are conceived will have influence in the characteristics displayed by generations to come, not from the gametes within your own foetus.
Zoh, can you imagine what the little boys would experience when wrenched from their place in time?
Those of you who get this adventure in the temporal will now be thinking World Grid and Mercury. I won’t ask you the obvious that might be rude, however I will ask you why do you believe the given shite you do?
So to leave you on a strange thought note.
You and I, certainly if you’ve read here regularly, know that the money creation power is black magic. We also know that it is non local. It does not matter who practices it where, the power is realised by their will. How about we two tap every bankster in sight, everyone of their bitchboys, everyone of their itchy boybitches, boyboys, bitchbitches and their uncertain rainbow eunuchs and give the patent to these guys for just one year?
One year only.
Then remove it from existence as the heathen plan anyway.
Now that is a true moral dilemma that only a human being can resolve.
The heathen are not even fit for their own god’s evil purpose.
That’s enough for now. I didn't even get to the brain as hyperdimensional transmitter/receiver. Nothing to do with DIcke.