“Fire for the hills, pick up your feet and let’s go/ Head for the hills, pick up steel on your way/ And when you find a piece of them in your sight/ Fire at will don’t you waste no time…” Young Men Dead (Passover 2006) The Black Angels
“All things are
subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at any given time
is a function of Power and not Truth.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
“The insurgency
will rise/ When the blood’s been sacrificed/ Don’t be blinded by the lies/ In
your eyes…..Say!” Know Your Enemy (21st
Century Breakdown 2009) Green Day
“There are
sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my
belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and shadows and
dwellers in twilight. It is possible that man may sometimes return on the track
of evolution, and it is my belief that an awful lore is not yet dead.” Arthur
Machen
Before anything
else, I need to take a moment to explain how these dispatches appear before you
every month or so. To say that I write them would be taking things wildly out
of context. I DO compose them in front of a keyboard, but more than that, I
must wait for them to come to me. Many things, many prods nudge me this way and
that in a news-entertainment-political collective merry-go-round where I sit
and sift them all in my mind: headlines-rumours-texts-tweets-reports-books-articles-films-music.
But not until something moves me can
I act to interpret all of these into any kind of coherence out of all this
decoherence. What I do isn’t even inspiration – it’s more akin to channeling,
and that, much more than any household or everyday distractions, is why these
posts appear at such irregular intervals.
Where it comes
from and where it goes – I haven’t the vaguest idea. I laugh when I remember
the old Jimmy Page adage about his music and how he used to sit cloaked and
silent in the candle-lit margins of the night, “waiting for something to come
through.”
Trust me, I am
in no way placing what I do here on such an exalted level of being an antennae,
but believe me, I understand completely, and I know with every fiber of my
being that this doesn’t come from me, but (unlike distinct Crowleyan mouthpiece
Pagey) from whatever better angels
lurk out there in the corners and in the edges and are observing and with us
constantly, whether we wish to acknowledge them or not.
This particular
posting has been especially long in the interpretation phase before finally
“clicking,” or coming into full view and definition out of the mists, so let’s
see where these ethereal connections and celestial frequencies take us this
time, and hopefully you will find in them what I do; all these monstrous
revelations that have been hiding themselves from us all along, in plain sight
and fully according to seasonal occult ritual.
To start: Mollie
Tibbetts, and what exactly has been going on in Iowa over these last several
weeks. The fingerprints of (and on) this case will branch out into other areas,
double-back upon themselves, and all lead straight into the dark heart of the
same cabal of bloodlines we’ve been looking into, accent on the blood. As
always, remember that they depend on our marginalized thought processes being
unable to comprehend that all of this is connected, and coincidence is indeed a
fiction. It never stops getting weirder out here in the playpen of the damned.
“Their need for
symbolism will be their downfall.” Q
drop 189
The body of
missing 20-year-old Mollie Tibbetts being found in a cornfield in Poweshiek County, Iowa on August 21 (after being
reported missing on July 18), seemed to bring to a head the raft of strange
goings-on and disappearances in that state that had been occurring for weeks
and months. But it also seemed designed to perversely take the focus off of the
staggering numbers involved to shine a spotlight on one case alone. And once
again as so often happens in these investigations, peripheral facts lead us to
believe we are seeing yet another real-life True
Detective in the making.
A SIGNAL FOR
HARVEST
To begin, Iowa is
in the middle of a record number of children going missing (at one recent point
48 over a 10-day stretch), and strange markers have been afoot there for a
while. Ex-FBI director and determined Trump-hater James Comey made a trip there
for a bizarre photo-op in a cornfield on June 16th; strangely, just before the
mass disappearances began occurring in earnest. And he also made this rather
ominous aside, given what was about to befall the state: “So good to see new growth in Iowa and across the country.” Coded
twilight language, anyone? And standing in a cornfield yet…let the Ceremonies
begin. (Or just refer to the Q quote above.)
And speaking of
weird True Detective vibes, there
remains an obvious butterfly symbol in a field adjacent to where Tibbetts’ body
was found. (This, of course, now starts ranging into connotations of Monarch
programming and MKUltra mind control experimenting and ops – symbols they love
to leave at scenes and performances showing their handiwork, which are always
occult-tinged, technology based: certain Crowleyan-derived numerology, owls,
butterflies, red shoes, etc.) They can’t resist leaving calling cards.
Another piece
that gives their hand away also came recently here: Chelsea Clinton snarkily
left this twitter drop commenting on the recent Arizona “homeless” camp that
showed far more telling signs of being a child trafficking waystation, and in
doing so dropped the number of the National Human Trafficking hotline………
………which also
just happens to be the number for the
Clinton Foundation, funnily enough. (What does Q always say: These people
are stupid.)
Can there be a
more blatant example of collusion and the stark fact that (these entities being
one and the same), these kinds of Institutes and Foundations exist not to help missing and disappeared children,
but to funnel them along
pre-described routes in their hidden-in-plain-sight underground of a
trafficking system? I believe I’ve said it before, but every time you
see an org that says they’re there to help children, in fact they were created
and exist to do precisely the opposite. (See the Clinton Foundation, the
Clinton Global Initiative, the NXIVM child schools, Child Protective Services,
the McCain Initiative, etc.) Heck, every time you hear an Amber Alert on your
phone, that’s not a be-on-the-lookout, that’s a dinner bell.
Only recently,
with the Clinton Foundation being all but de-fanged, the lion’s share of their
(wet)work shifted over to the McCain Initiative, making all the nauseous MSM
fawning over McCain at his alleged passing all the more disgusting. But I’m
sure Ashton Kutcher would tell you otherwise.
Tibbetts’ father,
in doing a bit of research, also displays some ominous connections and timing
glitches. He quit his job only 8 days before Mollie’s disappearance – that job,
was Vice President of Marketing at HOK, formerly Helmuth Obata and Kassebaum,
the US’s largest architectural design company. It so happened to partner with
the US Green Building Council and the
Clinton Global Initiative to build a new orphanage and a children’s center
in Haiti.
Mollie’s
disappearance also happened along Highway 80, a main human/child trafficking
corridor and distribution line that happens to terminate in Toronto, where HOK
just so happens to have a main hub.
Christhian
Bahena Rivera, a 24 year old undocumented Mexican immigrant charged with her
abduction and murder, claims he blacked out and has no memory of what happened
prior to finding her bleeding in the trunk of his car before taking her body
and hiding it in said cornfield. He claims being drawn to her and following her
in his car before then chasing her on foot prior to his ‘sans memory’ episode,
saying all the time he was hearing “voices” in his head directing him. How many
times have we encountered this specific narrative before from Charles Whitman
to Sirhan Sirhan to Son of Sam, Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, Dylan Kleebold, Eric
Harris and James Holmes on down? Also, how many times do undocumented illegals
register a car (when they can even afford one) in their own name and with their
own home address? (How the police initially located him.)
Something is
incredibly off about all of this, with much more than meets the eye to uncover.
Her father kept insisting she was “alive, with someone she knows, and going
through something she can survive.” “Whoever took Mollie didn’t want to hurt
her.” “I think Mollie was taken by someone who knows her.”
Just one page of
the Iowa missing. There are 19 more just like this with at least 20 per page.
Staring into the black hole sun of these statistics is scary. You feel as if
you’ve fallen into the lair of the forbidden, or a hinted-at Lovecraftian
vision that portends far more than human eyes can comprehend.
Her body was in
the cornfield from July 18th until discovery August 21, amid
scorching heat and many predators – and yet, her body was in fairly pristine
condition degradation-wise according to authorities, excepting the multiple
“sharp force injuries” that took her life. How? Here we begin to veer into
David Paulides territory. How can a body so exposed to the summer elements as
well as predators remain in such an unexposed state for over a month?
Temperatures ranged from 88-96 degrees for much of that time, and yet the body
showed no signs of being exposed to such heat over an extended period. What is
going on here? One plausible explanation is that she was killed previously and
then the body moved at a later date – but this would mean the authorities are
fudging the facts concerning the place of death….why? And why exactly was
Mollie targeted out of literally hundreds to focus the media machine spotlight
on? The grim spectacle of a chosen sacrifice begins to make itself known. As
part of a ritual. As part of a bloodline.
“Here comes just
another day that’s drifting away/ Every time I draw a breath, it’s dying away/
First the sun and then the moon/ One of them will be round soon/ Slipping
away…” Slipping Away
(Richards-Jagger) 1989
“The sun and the
moon, the wind, and the rain….”/ “All of our love and all of our pain/ Will be
but a tune/ The sun and the moon/ The wind and the rain.” Tears For Fears – many mentions in lyrics
throughout the album Sowing The Seeds Of Love, 1989
“We both
wondered whether these contradictions that one can't avoid if one begins to
think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole of life is a
dream, and the moon and stars bits of nightmare.” Arthur Machen (The Terror)
The Q forces
have always relied upon the prescient and very telling phrase “symbolism will
be their downfall.” Nowhere was this more evident than very recently when they
chose to laser in on the Vanderbilt clan, specifically Mom Gloria Vanderbilt
and her sons Carter Cooper, and Anderson Cooper of CNN fame.
Much has been
made of the favored artwork of the Podestas and how certain backdrops depicted
seem to be modeled on those in the pool of the famed Biltmore Vanderbilt
estate. The artwork itself, by Serbian Biljana Djurdjevic, is highly
disturbing, and depicts young children in various states of bondage clad in
only bathing suits, underwear, and/or shifts, with red (presumably paddled or
whipped) bottoms and showing glassy, MKULtra inspired expressions. One in
particular of note even seems to highly resemble a young Anderson Cooper
himself.
EVERYTHING in
this scenario points to the high probability of the Vanderbilts being a
generational, bloodline family in a dark system that goes back thousands of
years, that has installed itself at the top of a food chain that, in the end,
is run by disciples that venerate and worship ancient gods, and make sacrifices
and offerings to such. Religion rules the day and night, but it is a strange,
powerful, and dark one, it permeates every strata of our so-called
civilization, and it has been with us for as long as each one of you reading
this has been born, and your parents, and their parents, on and on and on. Only
now is their hidden hand being exposed for those with the correct eyes to see.
Everything is symbolism, and looking back in the historical record, certain
planets are of extreme importance to them, and stand in for their gods.
Remember last
time (and at many junctures here) how I have postulated that all this can be
boiled down to an intergenerational, centuries-spanning Saturn Death Cult? Many
times, many names. So where does the Vanderbilt line embellishing and
venerating the goddess Tanit come into play?
Greeks
identified the Carthaginian Baal Hammon with Cronus, and Romans, in turn, with
Saturn.
Why was that?
Did Baal Hammon share any attributes with Cronus/Saturn? I suspect this has more to do with the
Carthaginians practicing child sacrifice (remember that Cronus ate his
children), rather than the deities actually sharing attributes or abilities. They sacrificed children to both.
The collection of city-states known as Phoenicia (modern-day Lebanon) was
a major Bronze Age maritime power, establishing colonies all around the
Mediterranean. Carthage, in modern-day Tunisia, was founded circa 814 BCE
by Phoenicians from Tyre, and eventually grew to become an Empire in its own
right, declaring independence from Tyre in the 5th century BCE and going
on to become the dominant power of the Western Mediterranean. The great
Phoenician Goddess Astarte was originally honoured alongside her Punic counterpart
Tanit, but eventually the two merged; Tanit became the ‘Carthaginian Astarte’,
worshipped in a dual cult with her consort Baal Hammon – a title that has been
variously translated ‘Lord of Hammon’ (an area near ancient Tyre), ‘Lord of
Mount Amanus’ (a mountain on the Syrian border), or ‘Lord of the Brazier’ (from
the Semitic root hamman). Tanit’s title in the context of this dual cult
was Tanit Pene Baal – Tanit, Face of Baal……Tanit’s profile, elaborately
coiffed, appears on the coinage of Carthage from the 4th century BCE onwards:
by this time she had taken precedence over Baal Hammon to become the chief
deity of the city state. Evidence of her cult has been found in every Punic outpost
including Malta, Sicily, Sardinia, Ibiza, Cadiz, and even Britain.
Tanit, Baal, Saturn are all congruous with each other. We’re talking
about the same thing. A Saturn Death Cult, the modern day Cabal, that must be
kept well fed.
On the morning of July 22, 1988 (another July date), 23-year-old Carter
Cooper, oldest son of Gloria Vanderbilt and Wyatt Cooper, brother of Anderson
Cooper, arrived unexpected at his mother's 14th floor apartment in New York
City. He had recently broken up with the girl he loved. He told his mother he
was moving back home.
Mrs. Vanderbilt suggested he take the larger vacant bedroom, the one his
brother used to have. It had a fireplace and sliding glass doors to the
terrace. Having not slept for several nights, after dinner Carter retired to
the sofa in his room for a nap. He opened the sliding glass door. In spite of
the terrific heat, he vetoed his mother's suggestion for air conditioning, even
asking her for a quilt for his nap. Before she left, he asked her, "Mom,
am I blinking?" (p. 96 of his mother's book, cited at bottom of page) (He
was.)
He definitely slept during his nap because Mrs. Vanderbilt checked on him
several times during his nap and found him sleeping.
They were planning to see a rented movie together after his nap.
About 7:00 p.m. Carter, awoke, entered his mother's room, looking dazed
and asking several times, "What's going on?" (102) After a short
conversation in which Mrs. Vanderbilt's attempts were to soothe and orient her
son, Carter took off, running up the stairs to his bedroom. His mother arrived
swiftly behind him. She found him sitting on the low wall of the terrace, one
foot on the floor, the other on the wall. Another short conversation ensued,
attempts on the part of his mother to get him away from the wall. He stopped
her concerned approach with arm held in a military gesture for "stop!"
He wondered, "Will I ever feel again?" (103) He stood, "with a
terrible, rigid tenseness, staring past her, past the river as if he didn't see
them." (103) Mrs. Vanderbilt suggested calling his new therapist but
couldn't remember the number. Carter shouted out the number, then said,
"Fuck you!" He stared down, as if mesmerized by the scene fourteen
stories below. A helicopter passed overhead. Carter looked up, then back at his
mother. He reached his hand out longingly to her. Then he moved "deftly as
an athlete, over the wall, holding on to the edge as if it were a practice bar
gym, holding firmly and confidently, then he let go." (pp. 104-105)
Carter Cooper was not into alcohol or drugs. His autopsy confirmed none
were in his system.
“The descendents of the original ones here – the ones that came from Mars….” Richard Hoagland
As I have said many times before, key researcher Richard Hoagland (a main
inspiration for everything you will ever read here), was one of the first to
sense a whiff of this network some 2 decades ago, when he and his Enterprise
Mission stalwarts began noticing repeating Egyptian themes and stellar
alignments in various NASA missions, going all the way back to the Apollo Moon
missions and recurring repeatedly at pointed intervals thereafter. He at the
time called it a Mars cult, and in his way of putting together the pieces of
this jigsaw, it could certainly be called that also. (Hoagland was the first
that I know of that introduced the highly charged connections between
NASA-JPL-Jack Parsons and Aleister Crowley into the popular culture.) Ever
since then it’s been one Babalon Working after another, and off to the races.
Hoagland set herds of researchers loose in the National Archives, and one of
the first clandestine nodes they discovered was the Crowley-Parsons info.
“There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the
newspaper.”
Arthur Machen (The White People and Other Stories)
Arthur Machen (The White People and Other Stories)
Hoagland pioneered the thought process in these type of investigations of
how you don’t have to be the killer to get inside the mind of the killer, taking a cue from such mass entertainment
of the day like Silence Of The Lambs,
Profiler, X-Files, and Millennium. This
line of thinking and attack has informed everything that takes place here in
this little waystation of the weird.
This “Mars cult” that Hoagland postulated 20+ years ago now, begins to
drift into cryptic comments Q has made about a certain “Project Horizon,” which
accommodates electro-gravitic black tech, the infamous ‘Alternative 3’
scenario, missing and “suicided” scientists from both Marconi and various
DNA/genetic concerns from the 1980s through post-9/11, and much, much more.
Further investigations might very well ascertain that this Mars cult of
elites is only a subset of the Saturn cult in pursuit of the same ends. And
without a doubt the planet Saturn remains a landmark icon for those intimately
involved with CERN, as this space has provided ample evidence for, so these
tentacles intertwine and overlap endlessly, but essentially always lead back to
the same octopus, infiltrating and perverting every manner of
social-religious-political iconography. In part to that end and to continue to
show how it’s all related, let’s look at what is going on with the Vatican.
The goddess Tanit shows up in Denver Airport murals – and in the
iconography that Gloria Vanderbilt exposed her 2 little ones to.
And does the Saturn polar configuration during the Golden Age look
familiar? Any questions as to how Tanit came to look the way she does? All the
way into the Vanderbilt bedrooms…..
Years ago, around the same time Dick Hoagland was making his claims,
Father Malachi Martin was claiming on the very same late night/wee hours venues
of the old vintage Coast to Coast AM broadcasts with Art Bell, that the smoke
of Satan had indeed entered the Vatican, and that this was by design. Long
before the worldwide pedophilia claims had been made known, Martin was
predicting catastrophe and ultimate evil for the entirety of the Catholic
Church. Proclaiming in books such as Keys
Of This Blood and Windswept House
that the Church had been co-opted by a malevolent “Superforce.”
He had seen structures such as this commissioned and erected in the Papal
Hall in 1977, which, no matter how hard they try to spin away from the obvious,
shows Jesus with the head of a snake. Why?
The Papal Hall itself is clearly designed to mimic, quite starkly, the
reptilian, right down to the stained-glass windows as eyes, and replete with
fangs in the mouth. Why?
And now we find that the Vatican itself, including numbers and the
highest ranking members of Catholic congregations all across the nation, has
been harboring and covering for child molesters, pedophiles and worse for
literally decades. The late Father Martin no longer appears such a doomsayer,
does he? Much more like a modern day Paul Revere that everyone ignored at their
peril.
I often wonder what Father Martin would think of today’s scene, where I’m
finding more of a real church on Twitter and Voat, and with Q and the Great
Awakening on Reddit than I ever did in any building. Hope and a glorious chance for renewal and
upheaval flies under the radar in many, many forms. I’m sensing many of you
feel the same.
Let’s see what’s been going on on the island at the Oceanside sector of
the same Club…..it seems the golden dome has been removed from Epstein’s Little
Saint James Temple/compound. Other things are also afoot there if this Q
posting can be taken at face value, which up til this point have always been
gold.
Most importantly, this main Clinton Foundation trafficking route has been
completely shuttered. The flow from Little Saint James to NXIVM outlets and
vice versa? Also utterly demolished. And people still sit and wonder why the
MSM remains mute on every aspect of this – a story so huge it should be dominating
every newscast and morning headline for months, Watergate-style. Think about
it.
All of this has been put into effect by the Q forces and the Trump
administration. And possibly more, because look what Google Earth had camouflaged
as a tennis court on Little Saint James – what looks conspicuously like an
active missile silo leading underground – unless you think that legitimately IS
a tennis court.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t think Roger Federer himself could
make tennis work on a court configured like that. (Once again, these people are
stupid.) But they had a lot of dangerous toys at their disposal, didn’t they?
As can be seen in alarmingly similar configurations at both the Biltmore Estate
and at Vatican City. The shattering of the Deep and the Dark continues
unabated.
I began this posting with a quote from Nietzsche. Because of the work of
thousands of nameless, rigorous researchers and citizen journalists, the power
is returning to the people, and with it, the terms Power and Truth don’t have
to be mutually exclusive of each other any longer. The Power is returning into
the hands of a more just and honorable non-electorate, and this is only because
it is bringing the Truth with it, however distasteful, however disgusting, this
Truth must be revealed into the blinding light of cleansing revelation. It will
lift all of us into a future that before this, could scarcely be imagined. The
sky is literally the limit (think the mid-60s giddiness of Star Trek realized), and was underscored even more by the recent Q
drops I hurriedly put up before this posting.
Much as I suspected, none of this momentous news has been reported on
beyond the excited and/or panicked whispers (depending on your side) deep in
the Washington D.C. infrastructure, including what little has leaked out around
watercoolers ringing the tidal basin and the monuments. This is a silent war,
make no mistake, but the CIA/NSA has no eyes or ears anymore. The Cabal is
going to have to finally play on an even footing (or less) now, and will find
out forthwith what it feels like to be crushed.
This is the most thrilling moment in American history, and the vast
majority of America doesn’t even know it’s happening.
The MSM is deliciously caught between a rock and a hard place: if they
report on any of this they confirm without a doubt the existence of the Deep
State, something they have long consigned to the backroads of conspiracy
theory. And what of Q? Reporting even a shred of this confirms the existence of
an entity they’ve spent the last 6 weeks marginalizing and ridiculing in the
extreme.
Think of Comey standing in that cornfield again, and the brazenness of
such blatant signaling. They grow desperate as their ratlines are systematically
being shut down one by one, and all the connections, from the Vatican to elite
bloodlines like the Vanderbilts to Deep State operatives like Comey, are
unveiled before the tumbling down begins.
When you extrapolate the curve out to the leading edge, the name of the
game has always been the survival of the few at the expense of the many. This
is why so much information has remained so secret and in the hands of such a
limited number – if it ever became widely known just how few they are, and how
many we are, the game would be over. This is the dread secret that has always
driven the secret schools, secret orders, and secret societies.
It wasn’t (only) some arcane occult knowledge – it was the fact they
never had a chance. And that had to be hidden at all cost, through bluff and
bluster, through scare tactics and hubris, through deceit and obfuscation. Now
their worst nightmare has come to pass, as the ending of this age-old story
begins to dawn upon them: They lose.
“Strangeness which is the essence of beauty is the essence of truth, and
the essence of the world. I have often felt that; when the ascent of a long
hill brought me to the summit of an undiscovered height in London; and I looked
down on a new land.”
Arthur Machen (The London Adventure or The Art of Wandering)
Arthur Machen (The London Adventure or The Art of Wandering)
