Smoking Mirrors | How Things Appear to be and How Things Really Are.

By Visible

All across Europe the Soros staged, Rothschild funded immigrant assault is creating problems but nothing like the problems that are going to be following up soon. Apparently, newly arrived immigrants are screaming at Octoberfest attendees because they find public drinking in the country they just arrived in to be inappropriate. Some are claiming that the Oktoberfest is anti-Muslim. Looks like I left Europe just in time. I’m not sure if I am supposed to insert a (grin) here or not. Sooner or later the world is going to have to get together and either, by force or otherwise, take possession of the vampire banks or… somewhere out of another dimension, or solar system, or galaxy, or the mind of god, will come avenging angels of one sort or another and wipe the planet clean of this pestilence. Behind everything that happens in the political and economic worlds, in the countries and cultures around the world, in the boardrooms and on the streets, it’s all being manipulated by the bankers, who understand that currency is the blood of manifest existence and as long as they can print it and control the amounts and values of it, they can control, or appear to control everything else. Humanity has one enemy and that is a many faced Janus beast. Behind all appearances it is The Prince of Darkness and his minions that go by a legion of names and in the world of appearances it is his agents, the moneychangers. It is the synagogue of Satan.Politicians, be they weak and feckless tools or be they strong arming, testosterone fueled dictators, they are all hostage to the banks. In the corporate world it is the same thing. They all work for the banks. The Pope works for the banks. The big haired Texas preachers work for the banks. The new age zombie sheep shepherds work for the banks. Everyone who follows orders and who makes life an unacceptable hassle of endless and pointless paperwork (in triplicate) work for the banks. The rare exceptions, who do not work for the banks, are here for the purpose of demonstration, or to effect powerful and transforming change, under orders from the one who made this whole movie possible and who therefore has more power than all the banks that ever were or will be.You can think of all the worldly intoxicated men and women, climbing down the curling stairway, into the dark splendor, as marionettes; millions upon millions of them, all dancing on wires, their heads long ago unscrewed and pumped full of metaphysical Styrofoam (also flammable). Their sheath bodies are ablaze with mental fires, set aflame by thoughts of maniacal pursuit and the acquisition of one more meaningless object of desire after another. Each one is forgotten in their turn and replaced by the next Shake ‘N Bake, freeze dried, just add Old Spice After Shave, broken dream porridge, Brazilian body waxing compound, infested with crack addicted lice, drawn in by the perfumed lure of the burning thoughts; ♫a hunk a hunka burning thoughts♫. When the bankers pull the strings they all dance.It’s a simple process. They’ve known about it forever. It’s the dream child of their master, Mammon. In order for it to work at maximum effectiveness there has to be war and there has to be want and there most definitely need to be endless health crises that fill the coffers of all their satellite industries of ever more burdensome insurance premiums, ever more costly pharmaceuticals, ever more expensive and ineffective medical procedures. This is all dependent on an international network of support industries that provide all the bad food that create so many medical conditions, that support the chemically enhanced, sugar saturated rotgut beverage companies and suspect cosmetics that make you look good in bad light at 2:00 AM when the bars close and the sweat hogs prowl through the narcotized night of mesmerizing mirror images of tens of thousands of identical gray cats that turn into, by turns, desiccated and bloated Rakshasis and Rakshasas, Nri-chakshas, Kravyads and all those other definitely not roses by another name items that writhe among one another in the wall to wall darkness of the material plane (at this time).Stop the bankers. Recycle the bankers. Compost the bankers, exile or maroon the bankers; put them in bamboo cages and transport them from city to city around the world with illuminated description plates and video screens that provide a history of their activities here and let the people pelt them with rotten fruit, vegetables and raw sewage from converted water canons. Let them appear on mindless game shows where they lose without respite. Let them strut their moves on Dancing with the Cannibal Psychos.These days they say that terrorists are the greatest enemy of humanity and that they should be exterminated without mercy; relentlessly hunted around the world and annihilated, well… there are no greater terrorists than the international bankers and there are no terrorists otherwise, except what is generated by the internationa

Source: Smoking Mirrors | How Things Appear to be and How Things Really Are.

One Response

  1. Reblogged this on UZA – people's courts, forums, & tribunals and commented:
    Bravo! Well said; ONLY the trueth is setting us free…

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