BLOOD IN THE CUT

“I believe there is a perichoresis, an interpenetration.  It is possible, indeed, that we…. are now sitting among desolate rocks, by bitter streams……and with what companions?”    Arthur Machen

“I am sending you out as sheep amoung wolves; so be as cunning as snakes, but as innocent as doves.”  Matthew 10:16

Greetings yet again my children of the psychosphere; incredible things have been happening since we last convened here. How many “October Surprises” until it’s no longer coincidence?…To mention but a few:  

2 major hurricanes featuring incredibly weird anomalies in and around them, Florence and Michael, which combined to knock out my power for a total of over a week (In the maelstrom churning around Florence, a record 7 tornadoes touched down in Richmond, VA and environs in one day, a record);

A ridiculous and radical sea change in the social structure pertaining to the election of a Supreme Court judge, including a manufactured “victim” lobbying against him that showed all the hallmarks of CIA ties, Deep State manipulation and MKUltra triggering;

A major solar observatory at Sunspot, N.M. and the whole town where it is located were shut down by federal action for reasons still unknown (said to be over child pornography charges against an on-site janitor);

Trump enabling a national emergency alert system that bypasses all major media and is designed to contact everyone in the country in real time on their cellphone platforms, an unprecedented action;

A strange worldwide shutdown of Youtube for reasons as yet unexplained;

Video released of a fleet of Ufos attacking and taking out a satellite; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyMqiIA9RJA    

An ancient and huge volcano, the Arsia Mons on Mars, located directly along the Tharsis bulge, appears to be exhibiting activity for the first time in over 50 million years;  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-YA-5t8esU&t=137s    

Letters laced with ricin were two weeks ago sent to Trump, Sessions, General Matthis and the head of the Navy;

This week letter bombs (props) have been sent to the Clintons, Obama, CNN, Eric Holder, Wasserman-Schultz, Maxine Waters, and Soros…..and we’re just getting started. (And as a political aside and just to illustrate the bias of the media, the threats to the Democrats have been shouted in every mainstream outlet from the rooftops while those against the Republicans have been effectively scrubbed…) (Edit: as of 10-26 the targets have expanded to include Cory Booker, Robert DeNiro, Joe Biden and CNN yet again…) 

Just another staged, fake attack way to paint themselves as victims of an unhinged terroristic right wing which has been actively working towards their imprisonment for crimes against this country and humanity. We’re talking treason and child sex trafficking, and this just happens to occur right after anons had warned us of a false flag sequence coming, and just before the midterms yet. And now, as of 10-27, not one of the so-called mail “bombs” has proven to be an actual, well, bomb. None of the packages sent contained a single explosive device.

So, for the record, when the Deep State boasts unlimited funding we get this:

 When the Deep State is bankrupt, we get this:

Any questions?  And when the media is also part and parcel to this circus, is it any wonder why Trump calls it collectively an enemy of the people?

“We will know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false.”  William Casey, CIA director, February 1981

“We will control the horizontal – we will control the vertical. Sit back quietly and we will control all that you see and hear…..”  The Outer Limits, 1963

October 24^th boasted a full moon. Perfect. And, as is my wont, I’m sensing occult connections in all of these things as the stars come right once again: until mid-December all of the planets are congregating on the same side of the sun in our solar system. And finally, in what can be seen as the cherry on top of this horrid cake we’re baking, or the ultimate canary-in-the-coal-mine warning, all manner of insects are rapidly disappearing from the ecostructure all around the world. 

Are you receiving?  The original Captain Marvel of the once-and-future Jet Propulsion Laboratory, Jack Parsons himself, seems to be everywhere in the entertainment media all of a sudden: a series titled Strange Angel on CBS’ all access channel, and in a stellar episode of Amazon Prime’s critically acclaimed Lore. But why? What is so important about his dawn-of-the-rocket-age story at this juncture? What is the sudden fascination and what is being conveyed? (Other than the fact that Parsons was and still is literally the base human conveyance that continually symbolically weds the occult with the technological in a dance that never ends…) 

As we have observed before, Parsons was merely the latest in a long line of portal-constructors, the openers-of-the-way that stretch back in the mists to King Solomon and John Dee, and may even include historical bad actors such as Elizabeth Bathory and Gilles de Rais – it is a line that certainly must include the Nazi inner sanctum as well as Aleister Crowley himself. All seeking access to the “other” that has long been among us, seeking entrance, seeking to cross dimensionality, to merge many worlds, to join in time and space chalk pentagrams drawn on wood and stone with quarks flying at millions of miles an hour down proton synchrotron boosters at CERN. All seeking the same level…..all seeking the same effect. Communion. In service to breaking dimensional barriers, infusing power, summoning demons. 

The late Art Bell spoke so often in the mid-and-late 1990s of what he called “the quickening.” He likened it to a phase shift in global consciousness where everyone sensed that time was accelerating at a rapid pace, running out and running up into a feeling of a building towards something; some great happening or revelation. That feeling and term he coined still abides, and it’s on steroids now. There is no need to wax biblical, but the times of old men dreaming dreams and young men seeing visions are now upon us, in ridiculous numbers that all are collectively pointing towards……something…..that is approaching us. A dose of alacrity is needed as the final realization dawns: when you extrapolate this dead man’s curve out to the leading edge, a stark picture begins to emerge of the survival of the few at the expense of the many.

This investigation has been getting inside the minds of monsters for a long time now, all in the hopes of being able to correctly anticipate their next moves on the global chessboard. The farther down these roads we go, we glimpse beyond the scope of the entire latticework that’s been constructed, and just how far it goes. There is a stretching back of centuries, and areas of confluence that one might never guess overlap without seeing the structure as a whole; for example, the strange merging of technology and magick, of science and ritual, that happens at far too often a rate in the historical record for it to be mere coincidence. These things are applied together over and over again because they comprise a formula that works, and works well. Over and over again we find examples of humanity seeking to contact outside forces in an attempt to weaponize them, to gain earthly power and control, to accrue wealth and status. We see over and over again that the human mind is the lynchpin in all of this.

We see Sidney Gottlieb pioneering the use of the occult (in Operation Often) in an attempt to crack its inner mysteries and try to gain the ultimate control over individuals first, and then possibly humanity as a whole in the endgame. We see the brilliant physicist John von Neumann reduced to a shell in his last days, desperately fearful that the mind itself held the key to something alien being able to penetrate this reality: our very recognition of “them” would be enough for their forces to come flooding in to this plane. Therein the policy of official ridicule of all things Ufo and/or flying saucer was born – and so continues to this day. (Which, if that postulate is true, begs the question of exactly what johnny-come-lately “disclosure” folks like Tom Delonge, Peter Levenda and long-time stalwarts like John Podesta are up to, and, more interestingly, why?) 

Mesh this corollary with the quite substantial rumours of exactly what kinds of things Podesta and friends engage in after hours in their groves and grottos – see everything thelema, spirit cooking and pizzagate – and you begin to finally see what we may be up against. And exactly why the issue of so many missing children gets swept under the rug consistently on a global scale, right along with satanic ritual abuse getting routinely laughed off as ridiculous despite maddening mountains of evidence to the contrary.  Those in power, the real conspirators, have always delighted in drawing up strawman caricatures of conspiracy and then have always had trouble concealing their giddiness when setting them ablaze with all of us believers inside like some seasonal Wicker Man sacrifices.

And most certainly yes, Podesta, make no mistake, is still up to his eyeballs in all things Crowleyan, see here for ‘Thelema’:   https://www.wikileaks.org/podesta-emails/emailid/39459

Since December 21^st, 2017, according to President Trump’s Executive Order, we have been operating under a state of National Emergency. This has not been lifted and continues. This represents the first steps that have been taken in my lifetime to combat some of these things that are addressed here month after month in any concrete way. I doubt you’d be able to find anyone in the administration that would be willing to concede on the record the biblical/paranormal parameters at work at present, but there is an unspoken dynamic in play also – a recognition of how immense a task this all is, and why. Draining the swamp is cute wordplay, but the reality is far beyond most folks’ earthly comprehension. The proof has been out there for a while in instagram photos like this from Ray Chandler’s account (since scrubbed and privatized.)

The scenes are of underground surveillance camera feeds monitoring activity taking place on Jeffrey Epstein’s island of Little St.James, likely taken on her phone and smuggled out. Chandler is long thought to have been a player in this system acting as a “go between” for laundering money received to set up private pedo operations – many act as mules in this setup without exchanging any actual goods; think fringe consultants, escorts, and hostesses that make deliveries and ferry digital info between parties. And yes, now we begin glimpsing the Rachel Chandlers, Alison Macks, and Meghan Markles of the world, and how they are used.

“It’s an illusion/ it’s a game/ A reflection of someone else’s name/ When you wake in the morning/ Wake and find you’re covered in cellophane/ Well there’s a hole in the somewhere…” Abacab, Genesis  1981

“I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in/ And stops my mind from wandering/ where it will go…” Fixing a Hole, The Beatles   1967

But if these are all symptoms of a sick system, how did it get that way? Where is the origin point to all this madness? For that, I believe we once again must journey back to 1947. The way the prevailing breezes seem to be blowing these days is towards an illuminating of the esoteric and arcane practices of the elite wizards and warlocks that kicked this whole thing into high gear. David Lynch based his entire Twin Peaks reboot on the premise that folks like Oppenheimer and Edward Teller were messing around with things they had no business dabbling in, and the very same can be said for their psychic predecessor, Jack Parsons, founder of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory on, fittingly, Halloween 1936.

Under the auspices of furthering humanity’s naked faith and blind ambitions, all they really succeeded in doing was the opening of portals between the here and the somewhere waaaaaaaay out there, where mind alterings and expanding consciousness are only tools to animate the agenda to its furthest extremes. Mixing spells and rituals with scientific equations and formulae never ends in the best interests of mankind for some strange reason.

Immediately after Parsons and L Ron Hubbard finished their Crowleyan-inspired Babalon Working in January-March 1946 in locations including the Devil’s Gate Dam as well as Parsons’ home base “the Parsonage,” things really begin popping. The ritual “working” was designed to widen a previously existing portal (opened by Crowley in his 1918 Amalantrah Working and possibly as early as 1904 when in Cairo he contacted the hyperdimensional known as Aiwass) just that much wider, and usher in both a “moonchild” and kickstart the age of the Aeon of Horus….Aiwass would also be given curious phonetic preference and placement by Paul McCartney and the Beatles. Another example of hidden in plain sight for indoctrination of the masses.

According to Nick Redfern in his amazing work Final Events, (and corroborated in Linda Howe’s Glimpses of Other Realities Vol.II, High Strangeness), alarm bells were set off among the Department of Defense set, as well as other intel insiders, when it was discovered that Jack Parsons was buddy-buddy with Kenneth Arnold…yes, the same Kenneth Arnold that made the very first report of nine strange flying aeroforms over Mt. Ranier on June 24^th, 1947. Deeper entreaties were made into Parsons’ background and news of the Babalon Working rite was discovered, as well as his heading the Agape Lodge of the O.T.O. in Pasadena, at Crowley’s insistence.

These intel agencies, after looking at the relationship between Parsons & Arnold, the date proximity of Arnold’s sighting to whatever went down at Roswell, & taking into heady account Parsons’ use of spells and rituals to summon something – became convinced that what began showing up in the skies over America at that time was not in fact a vanguard of some extraterrestrial invasion force, but multidimensionals summoned here by electromagnetic pull of magickal workings: Crowleyan wizardry handed down from a scarlet line stretching all the way back to John Dee & Edward Kelly.  The race to tag ETs as not extraterrestrial, but interdimensional and perhaps demonic, was on. It was a line that would be championed by the likes of John Keel, Gordon Creighton, Lord Hill Norton of British Defense, Lynn E. Catoe of the Library of Congress, Ivan Sanderson, and Jacques Vallee amoung others. 

Even Blue Book’s own J. Allen Hynek would reach this conclusion. And speaking of which (witch), now might be as good a time as any to ask, given this staff photo of Blue Book circa its beginnings showing a secretary prominently wearing a distinctly upside down star – a pentagram – just what did Blue Book know and when did they know it? Hidden in plain sight goes back a long way as we are continually discovering.

 The DOD agency men would eventually express concern that certain groups within the military industrial complex still valued these off-world contacts, and were working to keep these lines of communication open, going so far as to use animal, human and child sacrifice to further these goals, again along the unholy parameters first given expression by Crowley. The inside group given leeway to study all of this and its frightening ramifications became known as the Collins Elite. Some are given to understand some offshoot of this special group still exists today.

Jack Parsons never gave up on his quest to initiate a moonchild into existence on this plane, and given the course of events well into the 1960s and 1970s, who is to say if he indeed succeeded or not?

The rise of the New Age, the Age of Aquarius, worldwide rebellion amoung the youth of the day (which was nothing but “Do What Thou Wilt” dressed up in mod peacock finery), and increased drug consumption to alter the mind took over. 

Crowley was on the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s prominently displayed, which began by intoning “It was 20 years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play….” 

Released on June 2, 1967; looking back to June 2, 1947, that first Ufo explosive wave was ready to crest over all of a suddenly haunted America, and groups like the CIA were busy investing in men like Timothy Leary, Richard Alpert, and programs like MKUltra to both pacify and bully the unsuspecting into ways of testing ingestion of experimental chemicals, just to see where exactly all this mind-expanding could take them, and how it could be used to their advantage. As it ever was, the guinea pigs, were us. 

Parsons died in a tremendous explosion after dropping a beaker of mercury fulminate on June 17, 1952. Exactly one month later (on consecutive weekends of July 19-20 and 26-27, although reports began coming in as early as July 12) America experienced another paroxysm of weirdness when entire fleets of Ufos began being sighted over the entire city of Washington D.C., with both visual and radar confirmations. It remains one of the largest “flaps” ever in Ufo lore, with no clear cut explanation ever being touted, although the powers-that-be at the time blamed the ever popular “temperature inversions.”

Marjorie Cameron, Parsons’ star-crossed lover down through the years, always claimed that this particular visitation was Parsons himself signaling the world of what lay beyond in every sphere, across every timeline, and that death was not the end.

“…Thought if I was smart I’d make it far

But I’m still at the start,

Guess I’m contagious it’d be safest if you ran

Fuck that’s what they all just end up doing in the end

Take my car and paint it black

Take my arm, break it in half

Say something, do it soon

It’s too quiet in this room

I need noise

I need the buzz of a sub

Need the crack of a whip

Need some blood in the cut

I need noise

I need the buzz of a sub

Need the crack of a whip

Need some blood in the cut …I need blood in the cut”  

Blood In The Cut    K Flay  2016   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2WcOdz96ko

So where does this lead us? What’s going on today that could be seen as adjuncts – as continuing projects and rituals -- to all of this? Let’s start with Ambrosia Medical, for one. It’s a New York State startup which will charge $8,000 before the end of the year to quench your veins with blood from donors aged 16-25 in order to “ensure longer life.” And so it begins. 

With visions of the Human Genome project, CRISPR technology and third-strand dna dancing in my head, I’m calling this out as distinctly not good, to make no mention of any latent vampiric tendencies they’re seeking to implant in the deplorables, all the while marketing their latest occult ritual to their captive audience of elites and left-hand-pathers. And it was only 3-4 generations ago when British royalty still dined on human flesh, but please don’t worry, that was 300 years ago, right? I’m sure there’s no danger of anything like that happening today.

I have no idea how all of this connects, all these lights in the sky and these nefarious practices, false flags, and hidden rituals down here on terra not so firma, but I know damn well that they do. There is a hive mind at work as there has been at every next phase in this evolving cosmic horror show since time immemorial – there is a rule of evil in this plane which has been given over to it.

But I also know that everything is happening according to plan: some are happily playing the bad guys in order to awaken the Christ consciousness in all of us. Perverse, I know, with more than just a touch of the Gnostic, but as time grows ever shorter, all things serve to catapult the Will of the White Lodge over the Black one. Many are working around the clock to let us all know what’s going on. More on that soon as clue after clue is leaking out……keep watching the skies, and keep watching closely. Many things are embedded in entertainment, as we have seen.

As always, the most important question remains, not what is going to become of you if you speak out, but what is going to become of you if you don’t?

“Just wanna be, I wanna bewitch you, one last time in the ancient rite…..”

Have your safest, happiest, and spookiest Halloween!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Gr63DiEUxw

TANIS ANYONE?

“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 (21^st 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.

 Mollie was taken just before a Blood Moon on July 27^th, one of the most significant ritual dates on the satanic calendar.

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 18^th 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)

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)

Driver's Seat

In light of very recent developments.......39 Labor Days ago, in a flash of precognition:

"Pick up your feet/ Got to move to the trick of the beat/ There is no elite/ Just take your place in the driver's seat..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blrHHRWKygw

OCTOBER SURPRISE EARLY

This just in and breaking as of earlier tonight per Q:

ALL 9 NSA/CIA Supercomputers have been taken offline, both SNOW WHITE and CORONA.

Q posted this information in real time starting at 6:30:48 pm EST when SNOW WHITE 3 went offline, soon followed by 4, 6, and 7. That was followed in real time by CORONA 1, 4, 8, and 16. And finally BIG BIRD 1 went down at 7:47:19.

Word followed at 8:12:19 that the NSA was effectively, no more.

This also means, of course, in a major coup for the White Hats, that the Cabal is effectively also now blind. No intel, no sat fund transfers, no command prompts, no false flag plans, assassination orders, 4 am talking points, kiddie trafficking coordinations, live "art" shipping manifests and times, pickup plans, nothing.

Word also spread like wildfire on the Hill over the last 3 hours, and it will be an extremely interesting exercise over this suddenly blossoming Labor day weekend just how much of this info can be suppressed in the mainstream media, and if leaked, just how they will spin it.

Also extremely important that Q released this info in real time…..imagine if computers and satellites of this type are completely taken down and there’s no one to take credit for it….the MSM Mockingbirds could claim that the Russians or Chinese just engaged in an act of war. Now, they absolutely can’t.

This Labor Day just got a lot more interesting wouldn’t you say?

This is a breaking release and does NOT constitute my next post, but was simply too good not to let you guys know. Stick around your cities and keep your ears to the ground.

Everything here:  https://qmap.pub/

Be back soon. Don’t know about you, but I can hear the thunder of an early October Surprise…..and a breaking Storm.

WHILE YOU WERE WAITING...

Merely a quick shoutout to let all muh peeps know that I haven't fallen off a bridge, or developed a fascination for red scarfs hanging on doorknobs or any such skullduggery.

Just a placeholder to let you all know that although the heat is indeed on, the normal meeting on the docks will (hopefully) commence this Labor Day weekend at the latest. 

Feel free to please leave any pertinent asides or drops in the comments section, and we'll get this party started again in a few days time.

Thanks for the endless patience -- you guys are great! I promise to make it all worth your time.