“’Cause the free wind is blowing through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair, Alligator lizards
in the air
Wishin’ on a falling star, watching for the
early train,
Sorry boy, but I’ve been hit by purple rain
Aw come on Joe, you can always change your
name
Thanks a lot son, just the same…”
America, Ventura
Highway
“The power of philosophy floats through my head.
Light as a feather. Heavy as lead.” Bob
Marley
“Turn on TV
I see a burning moon, put there by you
A sign to say it’s time, no, it’s too soon
I see the pools of Technicolor petrol
Loom around the room
Hide me, and disguise me
Loop me a hole in the contract
Break the pact, let me retract
If there’s any good left inside you
Henchmen line the windows
Mouthing the words ‘Go go
Time to go.’
Outside lilac twilight
Smouldering skies are full of signs
Inside the floor is cracked,
The cracks are wide
Nowhere to hide from holes
That swallow all my pride, fall inside
Printed initials, witness officials
Naively expecting the day not to come
When they will take me, break and berate me
Henchmen mouth the words
It is time to go, go.”
Purson, The Contract
Here we are again, transmitting and digesting words into and from the
ether, spilling ink, as it were, under a descending canopy of chemtrails
tonight, looking at a modern day mystery unfolding in real time even as it
quickly moves away from us. Only one
week ago the artist and messenger known as Prince passed away into something
else, and already the news is cold and fading away like mists before the
sunrise. It’s a metaphor Prince,
through that hole in the somewhere, might be smiling to.
The news broke like a viral firestorm last Thursday, and over the
weekend the entire mystery, already draped in enough shadows and black fog to
do Sherlock Holmes proud, took a hard left turn into the mystic, and began
sparking headlines dripping with supernatural portent. With every passing hour, it becomes apparent
that there are deeper, darker subtexts to the entire Prince death mystery that
simply refuse to go away. More and more
it is being revealed that there were larger and more far-reaching forces that
played a hand in his death, even as it is becoming known that the well-read and
erudite Prince was well aware of forces far beyond even those residing in the
so-called “normal” pressures of the recording and entertainment industry, which
may overlap with certain hidden, global interests. Simply put, if recent
disclosures by those he confided in can be believed, Prince realized full well
that he was dealing with “powers and principalities” that had targeted him, and
that were, plainly speaking, not of this world. Even more disturbing, this is becoming a recurring meme when
dealing with popular culture as a whole, where it appears to be a
thought-construct deliberately planted and timed to explode fully into our
popular consciousness now.
When last we left our tragic catastrophe (Dave Chappelle went so far to
call it the “black 9/11” such were the psychic reverberations) we were
speculating over forensic and possibly toxicology evidence. In a little over 48 hours and by the time
last weekend was over, those were rendered pedestrian and kicked to the curb
with gale force in light of disclosure bombshells that ranged from the highly
suspicious to the truly bizarre, and lead us straight into the dank labyrinth
of hushed whispers about not only the true nature of the recording business,
but our entire civilized structure, and what powers it.
As
a somewhat creepy personal aside, it seems the fact that I was completing the
“Born In Blood” posting scant hours before Prince passed, and that it dealt
with an ancient occult sacrificial season, the “Feast of the Beast,” that runs
from April 19th through May 1st, may have been more than mere
coincidence, if you believe in that kind of thing. It could have been a sense of esoteric knowledge paired with
glimpses of precognition that all of us can access in these times. Just as much it could have been the muse of
synchronicity knocking on the door. Or
to put it another way, in the land of “there are no coincidences,” it could
have been the Akashic record, as Prince himself was wont to call it,
desperately trying to make itself known and get a message through. All I know is that something steered me to
put up a piece based, at that moment, on the importance of what is clearly
ritual sacrifice to some people. Either
way, sinister forces are no longer content to hide themselves from the lives of
each and every one of us now, and it becomes increasingly important to listen
to that still, small voice inside all of us, as these veils that separate
worlds grow thinner.
As
fantastic as this unbelievable Apocalyptic scenario seems, it is being
documented in hundreds of independent, verifiable, and unconnected testimonies
occurring all over the world right now, from differing concerns of corporatism,
industry, entertainment, and science.
Think of what has previously been reported about the CERN facility here,
about the recent plans to resurrect temples to the god Baal across the globe,
about the reportings of discoveries in space that match records thousands of
years old from Mesopotamia to Egypt to the ancient South American
cultures. All point to something
extremely biblical taking place in the world under the present time
scenario. Whether one is religious or
not becomes a moot point when 2,000 year old prophecy begins to coincide with
the cold light of science happening now.
“You need to laydown, and let me show you how
We do this thing up in funkytown
From the heart of Minnesota, here comes the
purple Yoda
Guaranteed to bring the dirty news down, come
on
You need to shut it up, your cup ain’t full
enough
Let me show you what I learned from laying in
the cut
You need a six-string, and let that sucker
ring
The Holy funkin’ Ghost to get the people UP!
To say this name borders on blasphemy
Everybody wanna be me
If your girlfriend didn’t have the surgery
Maybe she could see what I see…”
Prince, Laydown
Events began cascading when Erich “Mancow” Muller, in an interview with
Alex Jones last Friday, disclosed that he had been in private conversation with
Prince in the months leading up to his death, that Prince knew all about the
insider “Eyes Wide Shut” parties, that they were real, and that this had been
his first impetus for trying to free himself from the music business’ “corporatized”
and very ritualistic structure.
This was right around the time he dropped out of the entire record-label
scene and began scrawling the word “SlaVe” on his cheek and changing his name
to a symbol to get out of certain contracts in a bizarre real-life scenario
straight out of the film Angel Heart.
Interestingly and in this same context, Mancow named various insiders
such as Lady Gaga and Keshe that were surrounded with bodyguards 24/7 even in
private, they forbade the use of mirrors, how they saw ghosts and demons
pursuing them, and how they were afraid to go to sleep.
On
Saturday, word leaked of Prince’s final Instagram posting from folks that had
saved screenshots of it. This became
crucial since it had been deleted on the 22nd after being put up on
the 14th. “JUST WHEN U
THOUGHT U WERE SAFE.” What Prince was
referring to will forever remain a mystery, but is it a leap to say that he was
trying to warn us that he was in some kind of danger? Prince, a Jehovah’s Witness, was outspoken against all manner of
political and corporate systems.
Jehovah’s Witnesses believe that we live in a “system of things” which
is controlled by Satan.
L.
A. Reid, chairman and CEO of Epic Records, a Sony division, said in an
interview on CBS how he recalled a haunting conversation with Prince during the
“Purple Rain” days, and how Prince, in the song “Let’s Go Crazy” told him that
the elevator in the lyrics symbolized “the Devil.” Of course Prince died alone…in his Paisley Park compound…in an
elevator. As a child he was an
epileptic. Epileptics throughout
history have been known to have premonitions, visions, have been known to be
channelers, walk-ins, employ ESP, etc.
Did Prince, when writing “Let’s Go Crazy” in 1983 somehow channel or envision
his own death? And yes, that would
be 33 years later. A number we will
see popping up in these proceedings with increasing and sinister regularity, as
we will see below.
Finally on Sunday night came the most disturbing disclosure of the
weekend. Prince, according to his
brother-in-law Maurice Phillips, had been awake for 154 straight hours
before collapsing in that elevator.
That’s over 6 days with no sleep, which, curiously, would place it
starting right after he had tweeted the “I am transformed” message from the
Moline hospital before leaving.
We
have more bizarre circumstances also.
Just how much of an “insider” was Prince? What kind of information had he overheard in circles that
intersected with his? And how best to
get such information “out there” without the possibility of his being
controlled or stopped? On stage and in
concert, of course, would be the best way.
If he indeed knew anything it was probably making him sick, and so in a
“you’re not going to shut me up” addendum to a song, he puts it out there. This is him letting people know what’s going
on…on what he had overheard at those “elite,” “Eyes Wide Shut” parties. And in the context of those type of parties,
we also have to bring to the table the fact that in all likelihood, and given
the fact of his always adopting numerous personas (Camille, Alexander
Nevermind, Christopher Tracy, Joey Coco, Jaime Starr, Victor, etc) Prince was,
and had been, abused over numerous periods of his life. Even the backstory to Purple Rain has
both Prince and his mother being abused physically (sexually?) by his father, a
fact to which Prince agreed in numerous interviews at the time had taken place
in real life. How much creepy stuff did
Prince have to do to even get his foot in the door? Which in turn brings up the very real possibility of Multiple
Personality Disorder, the favored affliction at places like Bohemian
Grove. Who knows what you can hear at
places like that…and let’s be honest, 9/11 wasn’t planned overnight. Prince, in the Netherlands, December 1998:
In
2015 Prince's music was removed from all streaming services when he signed an
exclusive deal with Jay-Z's music platform, Tidal. Prince told Ebony Magazine
he did it "because Tidal gave him control over the way his music was
presented instead of relying on other people’s vision." So even
posthumously, Tidal is the only streamer to carry most of Prince's catalog.
Looks like Tidal--supposedly struggling-- hit pay dirt. Given Jay-Z’s admittedly esoteric leanings –
this is a guy that flashes the pyramid sign everywhere, puts the All-Seeing Eye
on clothes he markets and endorses, and openly wears Crowley’s ‘Do What Thou
Wilt’ with pride – we could do much worse than to “follow the money,”
especially when Prince became worth far more to Jay-Z dead than alive.
Next we have the strange connections between Prince and Queen Elizabeth
II of England. So entangled suddenly in
each others lives that the purple illumination of Niagara Falls was initially
attributed to honoring the day of Prince’s death, when in fact it had been
planned to honor the Queen’s 90th birthday, falling on exactly the same
day, according to the Niagara Falls Illumination Board. “The meaning that visitors interpret from
these displays is entirely up to them.
For some, yesterday’s purple illumination marked a milestone birthday
for Canada’s longest serving monarch. For many others, it acknowledged the
untimely passing of a music icon.”
The Queen and the Royal family also happened to release this charming
and/or disturbing photo on her birthday.
Those sensitive among you will notice the “infinite reflection” in the
mirror, always a hallmark among the ritually abused which portends extreme mind
control, and usually acts as one of many triggers for various altered states to
be entered (Alpha, Beta, Delta, Omega, etc.)
“I
was born on a blood stained table, cord wrapped around my neck
Epileptic til the age of 7, I was sure Heaven
marked the deck (We sacrifice)
Mama held up her baby for protection, from a
man with a strap in his hand
Ask the Victor about pain and rejection, you
think he don’t, when he do, understand
1967 in a bus marked ‘public school,’ rode me
and a group of unsuspecting political tools
Our parents wondered what it was like to have
another color near
So they put their babies together to eliminate
the fear, we sacrifice
Yes we did fightin’ one another, we
sacrifice…”
Prince,
The Sacrifice of Victor
We
also have coded information that is relayed, which is also part of the
ritual. Subtract the Queen turning 90
with Prince’s 57 years at death gives you 33.
We know from examination in previous posts here that 33 is an absolutely
essential occult number that is used as a marker in both Masonic orders and
numerous secret societies around the globe, as well as coded communication
whenever it appears. You will recall
how this year long-awaited news of Nibiru or Planet X was finally, officially,
heralded in the mainstream, and confirmed by sources from Caltech to JPL &
NASA. It was the first such mention in
the mainstream since the Washington Post carried this earth-changing article in
December 30 of 1983, exactly 33 years earlier. In the interim, there had been COMPLETE radio silence.
Once again, 33 turns up. This
area (Planet X) also happened to be one Prince was very interested in
privately, which only stands to reason, since harking back all the way to hits
like 1999, and the entire undercurrent running through Purple Rain
is one of a coming apocalypse, the end of the world, the biblical armageddon
end times, and in being with, getting to, your one true love in time to spend
those final minutes and seconds with them.
Indeed, purple rain itself was blood falling as it filtered through the
blue sky.
And since we are speaking of both metaphorical and literal gateways
here, how pleased the druids must have been when the Arch, the re-named Baal
Temple structure, was turned blood red in Trafalgar Square on the night if
Prince’s passing. How better to signify
the night of a blood sacrifice? One
chosen by them to cause the greatest psychic displacement/upheaval. The words of David Icke come to mind: “You
can’t control lots of people physically, but you don’t have to…” Such is
the way the wind blows when you are living in the days of the workings of the
Saturn Death Cult, as its bio-control machinery casts a shadow over every
organism in this evolving matrix where the end stop is a restructured Humanity+
in a total One World Bank/One World Government environment.
If
Michael Jackson couldn’t pay the bills at the end with control of the Beatles
catalogue, the Sony/ATV crown jewel, what chance do you think Prince had to
escape? Money was vanishing from
Prince’s accounts faster than you can say Hilary’s e-mails. Once he signed on initially, he was always
going to be a slave to the control system that created the platform for his
mega-celebrity in the first place. You
can check out any time you like, but you can never leave, and Prince, deep into
investigating the matrix, found out there are certain areas that are off-limits
to the homicidal curiosity of even mega-stars.
For one reason or another, Prince seemed to be absolutely terrified in his final days. In hushed tones he confided how people like Mancow and Alex Jones needed to be extremely careful in these particular times, and that he could feel things were snowballing and gathering now.
The death of Prince now becomes darkly illustrative of how the human ego is used against itself, as the story goes even deeper, far beyond the scope of one man's failed attempts at managing immense pain, both physical and psychological. It must now encompass manipulative factions at work in our social construct, likely in league with deceptive interdimensional forces that have been preying on us for time untold, watching the advance of civilizations with non-human patience. Sound implausible? Far-fetched? You sense something's the matter with your world? Interesting that you do. Especially in light of the discovery of a Glindoni painting of Dr. John Dee holding forth a conjuring before the court of Queen Elizabeth I (there's that Queen angle again.)
It seems after the initial original work was completed, someone
had commissioned the painting over of a fairly significant detail: the fact
that Dee was surrounded by a ring of human skulls. A fact that skews the original towards a
distinct sense of the occult and the dark arts. A fact someone, someone influential, wanted buried.
It’s only been with the advent and
application of amazingly sensitive x-ray tech that this has even been
discovered at all. And ah, but that was
then, you say, an artifact of a time when everything was spookier, and the
world turned with more superstition and fable.
There’s nothing in the world today that’s remained ominously hidden
that’s only recently been discovered.
Nothing even symbolic of that time survives in the world today. Well, first, take a gander at the casting of
Dee’s famed Enochian skull, and compare and contrast it with the symbol Prince
adopted when trying to break free of the record companies and whoever, whatever,
was controlling them. Notice any
similarities? Perhaps Prince felt he
needed the same protection afforded to Dee almost 500 years before, and from
the same forces.
Then next what to make of recent white papers detailing
discoveries of Invisible Terrestrial Entities (ITEs) by Nobel Prize nominee Dr.
Ruggero Santilli, and published in the peer-reviewed American Journal of Modern
Physics? These entities were only discovered
when using trademarked telescopes with concave lenses (instead of the
traditional convex) and have been visually targeted freely roaming our skies,
flying in from possibly beyond the upper atmosphere. What’s more, Santilli presents hard evidence that these entities
are “moving rapidly in the night sky over sensitive civilian, military and
industrial installations with behaviours suggestive of intelligent,
unauthorized surveillance.”
Which makes me think of this quote from John Keel, way back in
1970, from Operation Trojan Horse.
“Already we can arrive at one disturbing conclusion based upon these
basic factors of behavior. If these
lights are actually machines operated by intelligent entities, they obviously
don’t want to be caught. They come in
the dead of night, operating in areas where the risks of being observed are
slight. They pick the middle of the
week for their peak activities, and they confine themselves rather methodically
to the political boundaries of specific states at specific times. All of this smacks uneasily of a covert
military operation, a secret build-up in remote areas.”
Attention everyone, that long-held deal with the devil? It’s coming due. And why are so many people having trouble sleeping? Because something’s here. If you’re influential and opposed to the New
World Order, you’re a target. And
Prince? Prince was running and in
effect had been running his entire life from things that happened in childhood
when that targeting likely first began.
In adulthood he fell in with predatory elites that promised him the
world in exchange for his soul. Perhaps
in his sensitivity he only saw those things that others would wish us not to
see, the architecture of a manufactured and deeply layered occult plan, a
“Great Work,” where their betterment equals our detriment. We are left with his final cryptic words of
warning and his lyrics, which foreshadow worlds where pain and Armageddon can
only be relieved by the touch of compassion and One Love, a love which he never
found in this life.
Or to put it another way, in visions both wondrous and
terrifying, perhaps he merely saw beneath the paint all along.
