“Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
(bygone, bygone)
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To
a muted trumpeter swan
Columnated ruins
domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?” The
Beach Boys (Wilson-Parks) SMiLE, Surf’s Up (1967)
“Bow down in
position
Against the polished steel
This is something different
You'll like
the way this feels
No time for
asking questions
No time for wondering
We've heard enough from you now
We've
heard everything
We're going to
play a new game
You'll put on this blindfold
You'll do what we tell you
You'll
do as you're told
Used to be the
leader but
Now comes the time to serve
Maybe we show some mercy
Maybe you
get what you deserve…
Count down to the end
Gotta make it come
faster
Right around the bend
Is a coming disaster
Count down to the end
And we're headed
there faster
Come on down my friend
It's time to meet your master
You've left
quite a mess here under your stewardship
You thought you'd figured it out but
You'll learn your place in this
Might take some convincing for you to see the
truth
There are so many things we've got in store for you…”
Nine Inch Nails (Reznor) Meet Your Master (2007)
Greetings once
again all you poets and pundits, researchers and recluses, and each and every
dabbler in the psychosphere. We meet yet again across time, space, weather and
circumstance to lock horns with the infernal plane and whisper the word that
sends it reeling in fear and revulsion: Discovery.
Right out of the
gate I will tell you my research into the worldwide “Black Eye Club” remains
frustratingly incomplete. The exact reason so many popes, politicians and popstars
(not to mention a ridiculous amount of members of Royal families) are seen
sporting black left (but sometimes right with approximately a 90-10 ratio) eyes
is still unknown. But examining the sheer statistical numbers shows heavy
indication that something is happening. Speculations range from an initiatory
rite or ritual, ingestion of something vital that alters the physiology briefly
in that particular area (direct applications/injections of blood/adrenochrome),
or a load-bearing passage into a society that deifies the Egyptian Eye of Ra.
But once again,
statistical rates would strongly suggest there is something more here, perhaps
much more, than just the circumstantial.
We are soon to
be dealing here with, how does Q phrase it, Future proves Past. But before
that, let’s set the stage…as we are so far off the Deep End of the Deep State
lately that we’re approaching Marianas Trench territory of the surreal:
CRISPR-9 tech, as predicted by Anthony Patch, is beginning to insert itself, as
it asserts itself, via Targeted Gene Editing. The night skies are lighting up
from horizon to horizon in far-flung territories from New York to Louisiana to
Dublin in what are being claimed are transformer explosions.
Vast swaths of
the internet and communications services continue to go dark. And I don’t know
about you, but I’m still recovering from the Mockingbird assault on my senses
and decency that was the glorification/canonization of the life of that great
humanitarian and philanthropist George H. W. Bush. Surrounded by pod people
doesn’t even begin to explain my state of being lately. (I had one pal even
shedding actual tears at little W’s church comments about daddy before the holy
assembled – freakin’ spare me, OK?) An American Hero? Fake News was never so
fake.
Are we in the
Twilight Zone yet, because when we’re elevating to sainthood the utterly vile
life of one of history’s greatest abusers, war criminals, serial murderers,
rampant pedophiles and psychopaths, Rod Serling is surely turning over in his
grave at the collective gullibility/naivete of huge portions of the status quo
brainwashed. And speaking of graves, let’s both burn and salt the ground H. W.
is hopefully decaying under, just to be sure. Now, about that Future proves
Past line…..
Examine this
little glorious factoid from back in April 2005, which ties it all together and
provides an alternate real history of Poppy Bush, from the psychedelic and very
missed typewriter of Jeff Wells: http://rigorousintuition.blogspot.com/2005/04/dead-man-dead-man-when-will-you-arise.html
And yet with all
this: eyewitness testimonies, Franklin Scandal depositions, CIA psychologists, and
multiple convenient, mysterious deaths, the best we can do is a complete
whitewash of history, a Mockingbird project treatment that turns a
serial….well, a serial everything….into
one of the finest, most upstanding humanitarians and great, most humble and
human presidents we’ve ever had?
And even beyond
all this, we will of course forever speak no more of the JFK assassination
(can’t remember where he was…he was there: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc8yzkoxvng ),
Iran-Contra, the attempt on Reagan’s
life which essentially catapulted him into the catbird seat of the de-facto
presidency after March 30, 1981 (and the quickly airbrushed but substantial
personal friendship and history between the Bush and Hinckley families),
what
went on in Mena, Arkansas in the mid/late 80s (and exposed forever the
closeness of the Bush-Clinton junta),
1,000 points of light and the occult
underpinnings that phrase led from and to, and all things New World Order (a
term Poppy proudly coined/appropriated and which we are still living inside
today.)
And there are of
course the little things. A sly, horribly inappropriate smile at the phrase
“deluded gunman” when speaking of the JFK assassination at Gerald Ford’s
funeral: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWiAQ1IXECg
Along with a
final jab, being buried in socks that according to mainstream sheep-dipping
supposedly are a nod to his glorious (cowardly) WWII past, but that I believe
are one final “gotcha” to those being sacrificed under his NWO trappings and
machinations – they will tell you jet fighters; all I can see are chemtrails
with some cackling of the damned from beyond.
Of course there
always have been those that claim this Bush line of evil stems from a farther
source. Historical evidence indeed points to the altogether disturbing
possibility that none other than Aleister Crowley was the true father of
Barbara Bush, Poppy’s longstanding wife that exited this mortal coil 7 months before he did.
When Crowley was
50 years old he was residing in Paris, France after having been expelled from
Italy by Mussolini for having been involved in magickal rites that led to a
man’s death. He had taken up residence at the home of good friend and author
Frank Harris and common law wife Nellie O’Hara. In early 1924, Nellie was being
visited by her American socialite friend Pauline Pierce, wife of Marvin Pierce
of the McCall Corp., publisher of McCall’s and Redbook magazines, and notorious
wild girl.
Nellie's friend
Pauline no doubt scandalized her social circle by traveling to France on her
own and leaving two very young children behind in the care of nursemaids.
However, her correspondence with her friend -- whose life in France with a
famous literary figure must have seemed quite glamorous -- can only have
inspired a sense of wanderlust. Her husband, increasingly bound to his duties
with the McCall Corporation, did not share this spirit of adventure.
Sometime after
Pauline arrived, Crowley endeavoured to undergo what he termed the “supreme
ordeal,” an initiation rite into the Masonic Ipsissimus Grande – the highest
magickal level in his OTO order. This included choosing one or more
“attendants” who were charged with arousing and exhausting him sexually by
every means possible, using every trick and stimulant then known. Who better to
fulfill these duties than those that happened at the time to be residing under
the same roof? Crowley was nothing if not opportunistic, and anyone who has
studied his life will understand what happened next was, in every sense,
inevitable.
After her and
Nellie’s labours, Pauline returned on October 1924 to America and her husband
and two children, and on June 8, 1925 – exactly 8 months after Crowley’s
“supreme ordeal” had been completed – gave birth to a girl she would name
Barbara. Barbara later of course grew up to marry George H.W. Bush.
One has to
wonder just how much of Bab’s past Poppy was privy to, and exactly how much of
her lineage, as his ties to the occult are as wide and dark as midnight on the River
Styx.
Of course this
paints in a whole new light various Bush quotes about how he “had to have her”
when first laying eyes on her…it seems what he more likely had to have
was his own insertion into the DNA and/or bloodline of the Beast. What he truly
“loved forever” wasn’t really her, but what she represented to him, a dark
jewel. As for the veracity of all this, I leave for you to judge, but at least
some familial lineage seems all but assured.
For more
assurances, let’s see these Barbara quotes: “But why should we hear about body
bags and deaths, and how many, what day it's gonna happen, and how many this or
that or what do you suppose? Or, I mean, it's not relevant. So, why should I
waste my beautiful mind on something like that, and watch him (her husband,
former president George H. W. Bush) suffer?” (re the Iraq War.)
“What I'm
hearing is they [the Hurricane Katrina refugees in the
Houston Astrodome] all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is so overwhelmed by the
hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were
underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them.”
Could a
moonchild of Crowley have done any better in catapulting an ages-old agenda of
routine callousness and serial non-empathy as expected?
What’s amazing,
or possibly not given social engineering, is just how far this weltanschauung,
this worldview, proliferates today. See this recent headline from NPR: https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2018/12/31/679832549/when-too-cute-is-too-much-the-brain-can-get-aggressive
First of all,
what in hell did I just read? I mean, don’t get me wrong, we’ve all reached
saccharine overload in our lives, too much “chick flick”/juvenile mania when you’re just
not in that particular mood at that particular time. However, at no point in this thought process did I
ever once want to violently dismember Bambi or the Little Mermaid. Any
normalization of this, any thoughts leading us down the road to this being “OK”
or normal, is straight up Michael Aquino-Fort Bragg Psyops-Alfred
Kinsey-MKUltra WTAF PSYCHOTIC. But do you see what they are trying to do?
Do you see what
they have always been doing?
In March of 2005
in the middle of a Congressional debate between Dick Durbin and Jeff Sessions,
an unidentified woman stood up in the visitors gallery and started ranting
about child pornography.
This from the
March 3 issue of The Hill from nearly
14 years ago:
"At a few minutes before 5 p.m., when
Sens. Dick Durbin (D-Ill.) and Jeff Sessions (R-Ala.) were debating an
amendment, the woman rose and shouted, “You don’t know who’s a pedophile,”
according to a Democratic staffer whose office abuts the chamber.
“You don’t know who has a child
pornography site,” she continued. As police were removing her from the chamber,
she began shouting names. “George Bush,
John Kerry, McCain from Arizona — those are the sites you should check.”
The woman, who appeared to be roughly in
her 50s or 60s, continued to scream, kick and resist for some time as she was
removed to a hallway and handcuffed. A Senate employee who works in the gallery
said the woman 'had been in there all day and I think even yesterday.'
Capitol Police did not release the
woman’s name. Disruption of Congress is a misdemeanor offense."
Once again
here’s the full thing from the only place on the web where I can find it hasn’t
been disappeared (Jeff Wells again): http://rigint.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-know-better.html
Note that Wells was composing
this in the aftermath of the Mark Foley “Pagegate” scandal that exploded into
public awareness in 2005-2006 and that now has been all but scrubbed from the
public and historical consciousness, but which in hindsight now seems like a
vital link on the way to disclosures like Sandusky and the Second Mile, as well
as, of course, pizzagate and what was in the Clinton-Podesta emails. But
please, go easy all you conspiracy theorists, ‘cause absolutely NONE of this
stuff is related.
I also notice
that the very first comment after Wells’ piece also mentions rumours swirling
around Dennis Hastert at the time. So, we’ve explicitly got the names of two
recent dead men, Bush and McCain, and also a convicted pedo in Hastert…all in
an incident taking place a full ten years before Hastert would be convicted of
being a “serial child molester” as termed by the court.
Then we have the
links between Hastert, Tony Podesta, and “mentoring” youth at Camp Nose in
Japan in the mid-60s. Funny how these pizzagate names keep crossing no matter
the time-frame.
And this: personal
testimony of a widespread East Coast network involving Hastert, Sandusky,
Second Mile, and the Podestas: https://disobedientmedia.com/2017/12/victims-testimony-reveals-establishment-connected-east-coast-trafficking-network/
Meanwhile, Paris
still burns beneath the rage of the yellow vests, and they would still have you
believe it’s all about fuel taxes, despite revelations like this: https://www.crazydaysandnights.net/2019/01/blind-items-revealed-38.html
Yes, that
closeted EU leader would be Macron, he of the major interest in keeping those
trafficking lanes open. See him here pictured in a since scrubbed pic from his emails of he and, hey, John Podesta (!), engaging in what is no doubt some innocent horseplay. Things like this mean nothing, I'm sure.
Maybe they were just playing True Detective, Season 1.
Drops like this are becoming increasingly frequent as
it all comes apart for the Cabal, NWO globalists, and their organized religion
lapdogs – and more and more people are becoming clued in to the way things have
always been run behind the scenes.
For much more to
this backstory and deep black rabbit hole, research Sanela Diana Jenkins and
the book Room 23. Per her wiki she’s
another of those deep pocket “philanthropists,” (they’re everywhere you want to
be!), a major contributor to the Clinton Foundation, as well as starting up a
foundation of her own in Haiti…Things that make you go ‘hmmmm.’
And yes, a
glorified Hollywood whorehouse madam meeting the Pope certainly isn’t out of
the realm of possibility – not these days when their stations in life don’t
have a millimeter’s width between them. http://ba.n1info.com/English/NEWS/a265438/Sanela-Jenkins-speaks-to-Pope-Francis-about-Bosnia.html
Sure, she was
there to speak with him about Bosnia alright, more like those child Bosnian
refugees that need a place to land….what better place that a billionaire
globalist’s lap or twelve, eh?
Bushes, whores,
pimps, madams, sold-out Popes, we are all wise to the moves in the game now.
We’ve seen Nazi alliances by the Bushes, Nazi gold and ratlines by the Catholic
Church, all anchored in shared ideologies of child abuse and occult ritual, and
whether painted in intelligence ruses like Paperclip or globalist child
sacrifice on a grand scale, nothing is out of bounds – everything is permitted.
We have danced to their false dichotomy of Republican/Democrat for generations
while nothing changes – both sides cleverly cloaked in Orwellian wordspeak so
we don’t notice the mirror-images of chaos and disorder they display.
Of course that was all out there for the informed to witness back in 1987, when
whispers started trickling in along the nightwatch margins about the crimes of
Mena, a little airport (Intermountain Regional) in Arkansas that served as
ground zero for the importation machine of the largest drug operation this country
had ever seen, all under the auspices of that de-facto President and the governor of
Arkansas at the time, Bush and Clinton. And all wrapped up in financing the
extra-Constitutional Iran-Contra program. Is it any wonder “made man” Clinton
was next in line after that to be President himself?
“The Crimes of
Mena” was an expose by Sally Denton and Roger Morris all set to run in January
1995 in the Washington Post before being killed. It subsequently saw the light
of day in the July 1995 issue of Penthouse.
http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/RANCHO/POLITICS/ARCHIVE/CRIMES_OF_MENA.html
When the creator
of the ridiculously popular Birdbox
on Netflix was quoted recently as saying the film should be taken as an
allegory for the rise of social media and the possible reaction of Jane and Joe
Mainstream when all the longstanding behind-the-scenes information about those
that are at the helm of the Deep State comes pouring out (and what their
certain fetishes and tastes are), it struck a resonant chord. Shades of “you can’t
handle the truth.”
There has long been a divided opinion about the level of
exactly how much disclosure there should be re the horrors that have been
happening in the bedrooms, chambers, outdoor encampments, and boardrooms that
serve as the ritual altars of the elite. Some insiders claim that there needs
to be a distancing from the full truth in lieu of widespread institutional
breakdown.
There remain insider accounts still from within the NYPD of how the
officers that viewed the Clinton-Abedin footage on Weiner’s “insurance” laptop
required counseling and hospitalization for sudden “mental issues” and
psychological breakdowns. What they viewed – the truth – had driven them mad, a Lovecraftian scenario sprung to life.
The fact that
likely well over 50 million people have viewed Birdbox in its first 7 days shows that people are gravitating to it
on multiple levels…they know in their interior psychology something is going
on, and that sense is trying to put a deeper name to things they hear on the
periphery, things bubbling to the surface…
Is any of this
sounding familiar? Is it ultimately better to remain ignorant (blindfolded) and
mentally stable, shielded from the horrible occult truth that’s been lording
over us for decades and longer? After all, when they got Al Capone for tax
dodging instead of much more heinous crimes, they still got him.
As always, the
choice to know, and the acceptance of that knowledge, will be yours.
Oh, and when
Barry Seal, (pilot extraordinaire in the Mena scheme, possibly one of the
getaway pilots in Dallas on Nov.22.1963, and best pal of David Ferrie, member
in his New Orleans Civil Air Patrol and acquaintance of Lee Harvey Oswald,
another member of that same CAP) was gunned down in a “man that knew too much”
scenario on Feb.19, 1986 in Baton Rouge by, supposedly, Colombian shooters on
the orders of drug kingpins Jorge Luis Ochoa Vasquez, Pablo Escobar and the
Medellin cartel, he bled out with the personal home phone number of George H.
W. Bush in his pocket.
Names, numbers,
parallels, whisperings, and vanishing points all converging in the howling
vortex of hidden history, where all is ritual, and ritual is unspoken.
We won’t go into
Ferrie’s intense interest in/aptitude for hypnotism and predilection for young
boys right now, since that might be a little telling, and beyond the field of
view under that blindfold.
And so it goes.