Of blasphemy and genocide
The sirens of decay
Will infiltrate the faith fanatics…” Green Day
East Jesus Nowhere
“The Autumn months are never a calm time in America. Back to Work, Back
to School, Back to Football Practice, etc…Autumn is a very Traditional period,
a time of strong Rituals and the celebrating of strange annual holidays like
Halloween and Satanism and the fateful Harvest Moon, which can have ominous
implications for some people.
Autumn is always a time of Fear and Greed and
Hoarding for the winter coming on… There is always a rash of kidnappings and
abductions of school children in the football months. Pre-teens of both sexes
are traditionally seized and grabbed off the streets by gangs of organized Perverts
who traditionally give them as Christmas gifts to each other to be personal sex
slaves and playthings.” Hunter S.
Thompson (Fall 2000)
“And I forgot just why I taste/ Oh yeah I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it’s hard to find/ Oh well,
whatever, never mind…” Nirvana Smells Like Teen Spirit
Greetings as we emerge into the darker side of the Autumnal Equinox all
you questing cyber psychonauts out there.
This evening in the night gallery we’ll break down the walls and examine
many conflicting press releases from CERN once again, as we attempt to stay hot
on the trail of the occultic assassins, and peer through their layers of
disinformation, false starts, and outright deception as they attempt to wage,
no matter their statements to the contrary, dimensional transfer on a universal
scale.
Now the last vestiges of summer flow away to the beginnings of the next
season. There is still the promise of
an Indian summer, but the chill now begins to creep in, making its shadow self
felt, to linger for increasing periods.
The Autumn People are now in charge.
They leave their symbols not only in Switzerland, not only in the here
and now for us to fathom, but also at various designated spots around our
globe, and rippling down throughout time.
But then again, maybe that’s the point.
Maybe this year the Halloween tree shows its glimmering colors early to
document the continental drift of a world gone mad. Let’s see where these falling leaves drifting by our windows take
us, and what eldritch secrets they mean to chronicle along the way, deep into
this coming season of wither.
Before we get into CERN again, and with the 14th anniversary
just gone, let’s look at some new information just uncovered about 9/11, an
event that remains THE occult ritual that served as the initial ramp-up that
put us on this road down the abyssal depths.
A basic satanic law is that they MUST show us what they’re going to do
before they do it. Always keep this in
the back of your mind when in hindsight examining world events. This gives them greater spiritual leverage
and increases the contrast settings on their dark powers. And so it was with what we now know only as
9/11. Their fingerprints on this black
artwork define their objectives and agenda as much as do the unfathomable outer
fringes of the CERN project. If you
follow the money, and trace exactly what’s been draining the economies of the
world, you’ll find the funding for both projects, run by like-minded
creatures-in-skin-suits that share similar ideologies for making the Autumn
eternal, and driving the entire globe in rhythm to the season of the Fall.
In
the months prior to 9/11, a white paper was crafted and released entitled the Project
For The New American Century. Drawn
up by Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Perle, Feith, and other neo-cons that had
hung together (wouldn’t it be nice) since the Nixon Administration (when they
were collectively dismissed by a saner, more rational world that rightly
thought them mad as hatters) and long before they were selected to become
George W. Bush’s cabinet and inner sanctum, this paper laid out the plans for
everything to come in terms as stark as Hitler’s Mein Kampf. It sought to redraw the balance of the
world…Bush Senior’s dark vision of a New World Order first uttered in a
Presidential address on September 11th, 1990 (yes, 11 years
before – they love putting sinister numerology in our faces too)… placing it
under the thumb of American Empire, but realized how much pressure there would
be against such naked power-grab madness, absent some “catastrophic and
catalyzing event, like a new Pearl Harbor.”
“I’m a member of a kind of consortium.
We represent certain… global interests.”
“What kind of business are you in?”
“We predict the future. And the
best way to predict the future, is to invent it.”
The X Files, dialogue from The Blessing Way (1995)
This is why we still examine 9/11; it
remains the litmus test. Where you come
down on this defines you as a person, and illustrates exactly what side of the
fence you stand on in this battle where justice is information, and the court
of public opinion and outcry is what can truly redraw the world, with
startling, out-of-the-blue info drops like this, from an internal DEA report
leaked to the press in December 2001 that’s gone all but unnoticed in all this
time since:
“In January 2001 the Drug Enforcement Agency Office of Security Programs
(IS) began to receive reports of Israeli art students attempting to penetrate
several DEA Field Offices in the continental United States. Additionally, there were reports of Israeli
art students visiting the homes of numerous DEA employees. These incidents have occurred since at least
the beginning of 2000, and have continued until the present. The number of reported incidents increased
in November/December 2000, and has continued to date. These incidents have involved several other law enforcement and
Department of Defense agencies, with contacts made at other agencies’
facilities and at the residences of their employees. Geographically, these incidents are very widespread, ranging from
California to Florida. The majority of
incidents have occurred in the southern half of the continental U.S. with the
most activity reported in the State of Florida. Since April 2001, the number of reported incidents has declined,
however, the geographic spread has increased to Wisconsin, Oklahoma, and Los
Angeles.
The activity of these Israeli art students raised the suspicion of IS
and other field offices when attempts were made to circumvent the access
control systems of the DEA offices and when these individuals began to solicit
their paintings at the homes of DEA employees.
The nature of the individuals’ conduct, combined with intelligence
information and historical information regarding past incidents involving
Israeli Organized Crime, leads IS to believe these incidents may well be an
organized intelligence gathering activity.”
Israeli ordnance experts were also connected with these students, as
well as an “experimental” joint Israeli/Austrian art group named GELATIN, and
their project named the B Thing. The
Lower Manhattan Cultural Center rented the entire vacant 91st floor
of WTC Building 1 to them in mid 2000.
The DEA report continues:
“DEA Orlando has developed the first drug nexus to this group. Telephone numbers obtained from an Israeli
art student encountered at the Orlando D.O. have been linked to several ongoing
DEA MDMA (Ecstasy or Molly) investigations in Florida, California, Texas, and
New York. The Orlando D.O. has opened
an investigation that is being coordinated with DEA HQs.
In
general, these individuals appear to be organized into groups of 8-10 people,
with one person designated as ‘Team Leader.’
They are usually encountered in pairs or an individual carrying a
makeshift art portfolio…The females are usually described as very attractive,
and all are generally in their early to mid-20s. Most admit to having served in the Israeli military. This is not surprising given the mandatory
military service requirement in Israel, however a majority of those questioned
stated they served in military intelligence, electronic signal intercept, or
explosive ordnance units.
Some have been linked to high-ranking
officials in the Israeli military. One
was the son of a two-star general, one served as a bodyguard to head of the
Israeli army, one served in a Patriot missile unit. That these people are now traveling in the U.S. selling art seems
not to fit their background.”
So, once again, let’s reiterate; GELATIN bunkers in to the VACANT and
vacated 91st floor of the WTC, with temporary construction IDs that
give them access to the entire WTC complex.
They proceed to remove a window, place a balcony outside (this was an
art project?), and have photos taken of the entire operation by a rented
helicopter, and also by their ‘sponsor’ situated in the Millenium Hotel. Most are outfitted in rappelling gear, and
according to these photos, can be seen among stacks of hundreds of boxes of
what are clearly designated as BB-18 plastic fuse holders. Remember, this floor specifically was
vacant. All this stuff is their stuff.
Why would art students be in among, and even privy to, thousands of
plastic fuse holders of the type used in remote controlled demolition? Art students that have temporary
construction IDs and permits granting them 24-hour access to the entire WTC
complex. Gather around closely,
children of the revolution, as here comes the kicker.
Those BB-18 fuse holders happened to come from a Chicago-based company
called Littelfuse, a subsidiary of a firm named TRACOR. TRACOR goes bankrupt in February of 1991,
realigning into Tracor Aviation, Littelfuse, and Tracor Defense Holdings of
Austin, Texas. TDH is then bought out
by Westmark Systems, a Bobby Ray Inman cutout (he of the Heaven’s Gate/blackest-of-the-black
links.) Westmark gradually declines
over time and is in turn bought back by, lo and behold, the aforementioned
TRACOR interests. They then buy up a
company called VITRO, which used to be the KELLEX Corp., a wholly owned
subsidiary of Kelloggs, proud producer of your fav breakfast corn flakes, et
al., treats frosted with the latest state-of-the-art yummy chem-washes. KELLEX was originally formed in 1942 to
manage Kelloggs’ stake in the Manhattan Project and keep it on the down-low as
those hipsters are fond of saying. The
new company’s goal was to design a facility for the production of enriched
uranium through a new tech of gaseous diffusion. Their original headquarters, before heading to Oak Ridge, TN was
in the Woolworth building in Manhattan.
Need I remind you that the original idea for the Manhattan Project was
birthed one hot July night at where else but Bohemian Grove?
Oh, and they changed their name along the dirty, genocidal way, because
today, we don’t know them as KELLEX. We
know them as HALLIBURTON. Dick Cheney’s
little personal retirement egg and nest of contractors custom trained in
everything from disappearances to state assassinations. Oh, the places you’ll go when you follow the
money. And the fuses. Those 19 Saudis with plastic box-cutters are
looking less and less like the end of the line now, and more and more like
window dressing for the naïve masses.
What did Zbig Brzezinski title his 1997 work? The Grand Chessboard.
A vision-in-progress.
After
all this time, we all need to stop looking directly at Israelis, Saudis,
the FAA, CIA, NORAD, FBI (even though none are blameless), and start viewing
them more as exactly what they were designed to be: Patsies. Shiny implements in the toolbox of the puppetmasters,
the Left-hand path wizards, placed front and center to get us starting the
blame game everywhere but where it really needs to be focused. This is, and always will be, one of those
operations best seen out of the corner of the eye. At midnight. Under a full
moon. Inside a pentagram.
Mephistopheles: Let me own up, I cannot go away. A little hindrance bids me stay…
Faust: The pentagram? That’s in
your way? You son of Hell explain to
me, if that stays you, how came you in today?
Mephistopheles: Observe it closely. It is not well made. One angle, on the outer side of it, is just
a little open as you see.
Goethe’s Faust (1808)
And speaking of the New World Order’s final plot twists, let’s fix our
attention on CERN again, because it’s a topic that we must keep examining
often. Our gaze, as Schrodinger and his cat tell us, has the paradoxical ability
to change everything. First we have to
call into question the veracity of their published schedule.
CERN announced on 19 August 2015 that it was shutting down the Large
Hadron Collider until early 2016 due to unidentified falling objects (UFOs ha
ha), particles kicked up by massing clouds of electrons getting just a little
too furious, saying “plans to run these experiments at higher energies are
likely to be delayed until next year.”
Then, suddenly and with no fanfare, intensity ramped up at the facility
beginning on 10 September 2015, with slated full power beaming on “special
physics runs” on the 23-24th.
Despite rampant internet speculation for months regarding doom set to
occur right now, the real fireworks will begin in November to continue through
December and into January when protons are exchanged for the heavier masses of
lead ions, and the collision process is set to get violent in the extreme,
accelerating towards the magic number of 14tev, when CERN’s temperatures inside
the Collider will reach 100,000 times the readings at the core of the Sun,
magnifying the ability to complete the “Great Work” of solar system-spanning
portals. That there is, on this planet,
contained in underground chambers, something actually 100,000 times hotter than
15 million degrees Celsius defies belief, and lets you begin to approach an
understanding of the absolutely deadly celestial forces they’ve trapped at work
here. For this type of energy, creating
transportation scaffolds between planets is nothing.
Before CERN’s onslaught, smaller particle accelerators and colliders
were used for DNA sequencing. The
synchrotron collider at Berkeley in Walnut Creek, CA was used for the Human
Genome Project, which increasingly winds up looking more and more like a front
for altogether different objectives than those declared publicly. For example, what does a particle
accelerator have to do with human DNA and why was the Department of Energy so
heavily involved? The Human Genome
Project mapped all the neural pathways of the human brain in exquisite
detail. Why?
Funny that, particle accelerators and human DNA, especially of the
artificially enhanced, 3rd helixical strand variety, figure mightily
in the CERN endgame. In lab tests and
suppressed doctor’s office reports nationwide, 3rd strands in human
DNA are popping up with increasing regularity.
This leads to the disturbing possibility of genetic engineering on a
massive scale for purposes unknown at this juncture, and puts directly in the
crosshairs all the biological change-agents of today: GMOs, chemtrail
components including genetically spliced red blood cells, artificial
sweeteners, heavy metals, the vaccine agenda, Roundup, pulsed microwaves, the
HAARP array, the manufactured worldwide radiation threat, and on and on.
Transhumanism also rears its head when an artificial or new host could
be utilized to house whatever makes the transition when CERN is fully
firing. (To grasp in totality the scope
of what we’re talking about here and all the myriad implications, you need to
read, if you have not, the post immediately preceding this one, Year Zero
The Aeon Of CERN to bring you up to speed.) Given the ingestion and immersion of all the agents listed above,
exactly how ‘artificial’ are all of us now?
Have we been conditioned by multiple vectors since at least the late
1990s to be perfected, fully realized “containers” for a massive occult
“working” centuries in the making that is about to get fully operational? Are we slated to be vessels for what might
be coming through those engineered portals?
As we’ll examine later in this piece, why is “As Above So Below” so
important?
Was
one of the stated objectives of CERN – the search for the Higgs Boson, or God
particle – initiated because they sought leverage to make us all ‘gods?’ Aleister Crowley famously stated “Every man
and woman is a Star.” But there is an
ominous flipside to that coin. To
simplify and paraphrase an old saying, when everyone’s a god there is no God:
the plans for reducing an omnipotent Supreme Being to irrelevance. Which of
course leads to their ultimate endgame, the death of God, and the script to a
very different finale of Armageddon.
“El sol salio anoche y me canto…El sol salio
anoche y me canto.”
“He says the sun came out last night. He says it sang to him.”
Opening dialogue
from Close Encounters Of The Third Kind (1977)
“If
you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy,
frequency, and vibration.”
Nicola Tesla
Much
has been written about Dr. John Dee and fellow psychic disturber Edward Kelley,
by turns a wizard/alchemist and a scryer in the Court of Queen Elizabeth I in
the late 1500s, and their Royal Court-ordered quest to open portals to commune
with higher angelic beings using the Lower Keys of Enoch, a
transcribed-from-the-other-side magickal alphabet that needed to be SUNG in
order to manifest the breaches in the veil between worlds. (This means Frequency.) The beings that reportedly manifested
presented the earth’s largest Empire at that time with blueprints for something
previously unheard of – a New World Order – that would be carried out with
inhuman patience over the ensuing centuries.
The final portions of that “Great Work” were never revealed but were
believed to lie far beyond the parameters of mere human control, power, and
crass earthly greed. To put it simply,
what if “they” needed a device to come here en masse? Ancient texts the world over, from the Bible to the Vedas and
Upanishads, tell of a force that covets this plane of existence.
Now, remember that part about singing?
Those Sanskrit texts on display prominently at CERN mentioned here last
time actually turn out to be animal skins donated by the Portuguese students of
the Santa Cecelia Music Academy. The
point of origin of these texts – where they were unearthed – remains shrouded
in mystery, but perhaps these are the “software” designed to be fed into the
artificially intelligent D-Wave Adiabatic Quantum Computer and “read” at the
appropriate, pre-ordained time. On
these texts are inscribed characters in Aramaic, Hebrew, Mandarin and other
Sanskrit and Arabic glyphs not completely deciphered at this time. When fed into the Adiabatic computer, could
what emerges resemble…musical tones? A
magickal note-for-note summoning not heard here since John Dee’s time? This brings to mind the plot device and
ending of Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and exactly
what secret, Mystery School information may have been encoded in plain sight in
that mass-production piece of mainstream entertainment in 1977.
This of course opens up a Pandora’s Box,
pardon the pun, of missing people, spatial anomalies, ritual, and portent
regarding the true nature of the UFO entities. Almost 500 years on, and that
sound you hear is the spirit of John Dee nodding with furious abandon alongside
Charles Fort. The Charles Fort who
thought we were property.
I
actually know a story of someone at least three times removed (and that’s all
the chain of custody I’m disclosing other than to say this isn’t even
second-hand news) that works on the Large Hadron Collider. They admitted that
confusion reigns on the site, they have absolutely no idea how the whole thing
works or what scientific principles and/or protocols are being used in what
experiments, to the point they don’t even really know what the other teams are
even doing. Compartmentalization
at its finest, and we all know how those stories end, don’t we? Hint: not in our favor.
At
deadline time, two postings of curious note just got uploaded to the CERN
website under the header of Upcoming Events.
Get your Johnny Quest decoder rings out, because reading between the
lines of these proves to be rather interesting. They are copied here verbatim as worded on the Upcoming Events
page. All italics and bold are mine.
“Friday-Sunday October 2-4 The Port Hackathon
The Port Hackathon is a project designed to combine creative individuals
from CERN and non-profit organizations in interdisciplinary teams to work on
humanitarian technology-related benefits to society. The topics selected for the 2015 edition are inspired by the Red
Cross, United Nations, and many other NGOs in and around Geneva. Six inter-disciplinary
teams with about 10 members each had 6 weeks of preparation with
video-conference meetings and a 60 hour final hackathon to build
working prototypes and tangible solutions for real life humanitarian problems.
Friday 9 October TEDxCERN
With the theme ‘Breaking the rules,’ TEDxCERN 2015 brings you ideas that
challenge the norm with solutions that could transform lives. From using tangible interfaces that
allow human interaction via e-devices, 3D technology as a means to
revolutionize education and product fabrication, to exploring
transformations of matter into habitable structures, TEDxCERN’s speakers
this year bring you their visions for a new world. These ideas push beyond the boundaries of
academia to inform our present and change our future.”
From the occult numerology of the Beast system to just laying it all
out, I’m not quite sure too much ‘reading between the lines’ is needed on
second glance at this. Months earlier
we looked at embedded codes used by the elite to communicate with each other in
pamphlets, want ads, personals, tech journals, and even crosswords. Now we’re examining their doctrine of
telling us exactly what they’re going to do before they do it to us. This, in black and white on the CERN
website, could, frighteningly, be an example of a little of both.
Before we end transmission this time, two more glaring examples of the
satanic laws of Disclosure at full throttle.
In the past weeks, in what can only be described as a Ritual to even the
most uninitiated, avant garde artist Android Jones (hey, just the messenger
here) succeeded in frightening all of New York City when he projected the Hindu
goddess of death, doomsday, and destruction, Kali, onto the Empire State
Building, ostensibly to bring awareness to the plight of endangered species
everywhere. Yeah. Like us.
He also threw in another unnamed goddess and a giant eye.
The Oculus is a huge sculpture erected smack dab in the middle of Ground
Zero of the former World Trade Centers by artist Santiago Calatrava, and
erected out of over 11,000 tons of steel by the firm Skanska Koch. Memorial guards are instructed to tell the
daily influx of prisoners – sorry – instructed to tell visitors that the
macabre creation is a dove of peace.
Alrightee then.
Someone known only as Mr. Heintges, a façade consultant on the Oculus,
told the New York Times: “It’s like a living creature. It’s evolving, it’s morphing, because it’s
receiving a skin.” (What? The skin of
the 3,000?) Down the middle of what
resembles nothing so much as a giant eye, a 355-foot long operable skylight
has been inserted. But wait, secret
shoppers, there’s more!
The “eye” normally is closed year-round,
except for every September 11, when it opens for 102 minutes. 102 minutes being the length of the 9/11
attacks, from the first plane vectoring in to WTC 1 until the collapse of the
last tower at 10:28 a.m. (which adds up to 11 by the way.) The first plane
struck at 8:46 a.m. (which adds up to 18, where 1+8 equals 9 by the way.) First hit beginning Start: 9. Second tower falling End: 11. See, I TOLD you they love coordinating their
numbers. (Those 102 minutes don’t take
into account that bothersome Building 7, but we’ve all been warned to speak of
those blasphemous “pull it” shenanigans no more.)
All this doesn’t even begin to take into account the fact, I repeat, fact,
that the numbers 11, 175, 77, and 93 were the 4 sacred numbers always used
in the sacrifice rituals of Aleister Crowley.
The fact that they also happened to be the American and United
flight numbers that day is just one of those coincidences I suppose. As much of a coincidence as Flight 11 flying
into the 93rd floor of WTC 1 and Flight 175 flying into the 77th
floor of WTC 2. The same repeating
numbers, all day long at every juncture of the operation. These were not random terrorist
attacks. Someone made sure that these
essential numbers were encoded into every facet of the day’s events; an occult
signature bound in blood and stone.
They knew that these number sigils had power, power enough to deliver
the world’s population into slavery.
Modern-day druids that believed locations were empowered by suffering, a
methodology that had to include ritual, dark prayer, and sacrifice. The entire island an aggregation of lines of
power and meaning that had to be reinforced according to the ancient ways, the
ancient gods.
Where was I? Right, a “living”
eye that stays closed all year except for 9/11. Get the joke? Can this be
any more blatant? Of course it can,
because here’s the artist Calatrava himself: “In all weather conditions, the
public will experience a subtle sense of man’s vulnerability, while maintaining
a link to a higher order.” Now I get
it. Reinforcing a continuous loop of
trauma-based mind control. What a
creepy, esoteric statement for those “in the know” to constantly remind us of
our vulnerability to those in that “higher order.” This merely repeats the cornerstones of the 9/11 ritual, placing
it in a mirrored echo, repeating endlessly.
But I told you about As Above So Below.
And here it is, because directly underneath the Oculus, in the very
heart of the mass transit hubbub, there is another eye, large and carefully
crafted out of beautiful tile and located on the deepest basement level.
Some argue whether or not it’s meant to represent the All-Seeing Eye at
the apex of the pyramid, or the Egyptian Eye of Horus, but does that really
matter, after all? It embodies quite
clearly the occult dictate that has been at the center of every Masonic Temple,
Mystery School, Solar temple, Luciferian Lodge and Hellfire Club since Egypt
designed the pyramids of the Giza plateau to align with the belt stars of the
Constellation Orion. As Above, So
Below.
There are more examples of the blatancy. Just a day ago the Pope forgot the words to the Lord’s Prayer
when giving a public speech on his Papal Damage Control Vatican Pedo Express
Tour. Just roll that around in your
mind for a bit. The Pope. Forgot.
The Words. To The Lord’s
Prayer. Or maybe something inside him
compelled him not to finish. It’s just
impossible to say anymore with the Autumn people, especially when they may be
planning an As Above So Below ritual on a chessboard that this time measures
itself not in earthly parameters but in the great, cold expanses between the
planets.
Oh
joy, oh rapture. Oh decline of space
and time
To find love in the shimmer of blood on stone
To find passion in a maze of sun-bleached
bones
Look me in the face. Who of us is more confused?
Look me in the face and tell me you don’t need
being used
It all begins with one descent, one downfall
one great lament
It cures its heart but leaves the parts. All
stream across the blood red sand
If I lead will you follow? Across the heavens
and against the tide
If
I lead will you follow? To rip the truth from the lies.
The
Devil’s Blood, Everlasting Saturnalia
