“Tap… tap… tap… (sigh)”. I Love You, Lord.

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Greetings my dear friends and my apologies for your not having heard from me in awhile. I have been here… “tap… tap… tap… (sigh)”. Fingers thrum on the tabletop. Time moves on and circumstances change, while they do not really change. The appearances change. Spring moves into Summer. The pulse of life beats out of Spring and into Summer. The manifest world flourishes and the bounty of Nature enlarges upon itself and enters into the harvesting time of Fall. It is not only the harvest of Nature, both wild and cultivated …but also the harvest of thoughts and words and deeds and the harvesting of the souls as each cycle completes. Fall moves into Winter and the quiescence… the time of quiescence, as the coming and incipient progression of the points of change have come and done and gone and now await the trumpet call to that magic invisibility of life that is concealed in the Earth and sprouts in the darkness and grows until the green head of the first leaf breaks the Earth with the irresistible force of each singular destiny of its unique, individualized expression. Yes! YES!! YES!!!

Two, Four, Six, Eight! Who do we appreciate? The almighty, ever loving, author of all things!!! At least I do and I hope and pray that the same is true of you. C’mon people! What else is there? On whom and what can you depend? You tell me, because… where your heart is, where your love is, there your fortune and your destiny await as well. Would I really put my fate and my future (insofar as Time is relative) in the hands of anything other than the hands that shape and direct every and each thing to the appointed end that their innate composition has already predetermined? As it was in the beginning, so it is in the end. Every role played by anything and everything is already contained in the alpha and omega of its nature. A tree is already, inherently the table and chairs, or framing of a house and the fire glow of it’s warmth coiling out of the hearth. Destiny is a funny and sometimes not so funny thing. It is what it is potentially, in all the permutations of which it is capable and it is also the promise of every foul and righteous result, which is possible from its use and abuse.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | Aloha 2017 and Welcome, Welcome 2018; Reflections and Predictions.

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It’s that time of the year when, at any moment it could be next year and you are looking at last year in the rear view mirror, even when, moments before, it was still this year. Just like that! We are in a new time zone. Time zones; not the geographic kind, are more like a state of mind than anything else. It’s what you think it is because ‘thinking makes it so’. As Descartes once said a few hundred years ago; “I think, therefore I am not a retard.” Now, that might not be verbatim but it’s close enough for metaphysics. My point is that the year is going to change and your life will change but… maybe not because it is often a case of wish in one hand and shit in the other. They say hope is the last thing to die and I think that is because it is the most questionable of emotional weather fronts. ♫wishin and hopin♫

Hope and faith are not the same. There is always more potential delusion in Hope than in Faith. A little known secret is that it is less important who and what you have faith in than the level of Faith engaged. Anyone who has studied or applied The Science of Mind knows that Faith is a power unto itself, devoid of icon or archetype. It also explains the parity between the seemingly simple minded and the complexity of a genius intellect.

What did we have last year? We had a full cycle of Boobus Presidentus, counterpointed by the biggest aggregation of lying weasels that the western world of skidmarked, yellow journalism has ever known. We had a plasticized Louis the 14th, iron pyrite gilded, numbnut, representing the Wal-Mart, every day all day, Black Friday, feeding frenzy of Materialism gone full Berserker and we had a regiment of which gave birth to the Fake News Meme.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | Digital Currency is the new Woo-woo WTF! …and it is Here to Stay.

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I am not a financial guy. I make no claims in that regard and I am not about to. I am an intuitive guy and I would be willing to match that particular feature with anyone. I was told not that long ago that things were going to change for me in many ways and I can literally see where that has been true. Bit Coin came to my attention a few months ago as a viable thing; suddenly, just like that. Someone then asked me for investment advice and if you are reading this, consider what I am about to say as a portion of that advice updated …and use your common sense and use you own internal radar. I promise and guarantee nothing except as affirmation of promises already made by the ineffable and which you should be familiar with and if you are not then you are in some kind of trouble.

When I first started telling a particular person about Bit Coin, it was at just over a thousand dollars. They farted around and then they and certain other people all said, “Okay, let’s go.” By that time it was at $4500.00 meaning they lost a substantial amount that could have led to them, today, having made 16 times their investment. As it is they are between 3 and 4 times.

Two nights ago I got an internal memo saying something should be done about Bit Coin Cash. I did not even know what that was. Apparently, Bit Coin Cash is some kind of a ‘fork’ that took place a short while ago in the Bit Coin structure. Two nights ago Bit Coin Cash jumped about 30%. This morning I saw that it had gone from $3500. to $4000+ the day previous it was at $3100. Someone who paid attention to me did very well; like thousands and thousands of dollars to the good. I have gotten another internal memo that said, “put some eggs in the Ethereum basket because it will never be around $700.00 again. Then I got another birdie in my head that said a soon to be released virtual currency called EOS, which is presently around $5.00 (just looked and it is over $12.00) is going to multiply exponentially over and over. I was told to look into something called Privacy Currency and of course, the just released Peer Play which will be using the app engine; Bookie is… I think, going to go through the roof! Especially because 2018 is World Cup year and I suspect that world wide it is the biggest sustained sport betting period that there is. Peer Play is a platform that levels the sports betting field and is unshakably honest and ‘cannot be’ corrupted. It gives you an even chance to prosper and not get ripped off by the house because the odds always favor the house and the house cheats. I do not doubt that for a minute. The house cannot cheat with this.

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Reflections in a Petri Dish | Fiat Currency and Ghost Money got Bit in the Literal Ass by Bit Coin.

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Dong! Dong! Ding! Dong! Bring out the dead! Bring out the dead! It is the death of fiat currency. It is the shuddering corpse of the international banker! It is the gasping, oxygen starved, equity starved body of the centuries old, vampire slavers of humanity, with tubes coming out of the nose and tubes in the arm, tubes of new waves curling, left breaking, surfing avatar, coming into shore. “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound”- of world shaking change.

The hot breath of Satan curls the hairs at the nape of the neck of the Baron Rothschild’s and ritual child killing George Soros, laughing in their brief hour, plunging the sacrificial knife into the chest of despoiled innocence. The weeping, tormented children writhe and squirm on the black altar of dancing demons, drinking their blood. They are like goats pissing on themselves before the rut. Their hour has come round at last and they are in a frenzy to tear and rend, until the final tortured seconds of this passing age. The thresher toothed mouth of Hell opens and the siren call of the apocalypse sings them home.

Well here it comes! Dan dan da dan dan… here comes the light…Whoa whoa… here comes the light♫

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Smoking Mirrors | The Mass Midnight Renditions to Guantanamo that have not Come to Pass.

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A friend came to me very recently and asked if I had heard about all the flights to Guantanamo with all the high level elite who were being locked up because of all the lowjinks they have been up to for such a length of time. This is, I suppose, to make us all throbbingly positive about the tsunami outfitted New Age that is washing out the shoreline of whatever the people that don’t know have told us lies ahead… somewhere.

Maybe you are familiar with BenYAHmin Fulford and David Wilcox and Sorcha Faal. They are a kind of triumverate of post Art Bell bobbleheads. I stay wide of Fulford but occasionally he will raise his magenta unicorn’s head and tell us tales about the red, or the green or the white Japanese ninjas or mafia, or the rainbow unilateral white hat yakuzas or whatever they are being called at whatever moment he brings any of them up, over and over and over again.

As soon as my friend mentioned this mass roundup and arrest of Podesta and other like affiliates I thought, had to be something from Fulford or the other guys so I went looking and saw this at one point. No doubt this fellow came across one of the maundering utterances of the triumverate. Then I came across this. Then I came across this. Then I came across some real humor here. Then, of course, I found what I knew would be there on Sucha Fool’s website. Here is who Sorcha Fall really is and that has been available for years..

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The Blood of the Lamb was the Currency that Paid for the Following Age.

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Given that the ineffable is the single most important feature in life- whether acknowledged or not and… given that the ineffable is most certainly the most important feature in my life; is indeed the centerpiece of my life- whether I live up to my potential in respect of it or not; that subject in every facet of its possibilities of expression, like a single light, shining through each one, as if it were the most complex jewel ever constructed, by the most inspired jeweler who ever existed and each of them is some aspect of its being, individualized for the purpose of transcendental illumination for whomever it applies to- whether it is acknowledged or not. Therefore, these blog renderings will always be about that, even when we take a digression or a segue, as we are going to do today.

Virtual currency is a major player in our present circumstances, whether we are involved in it or not. It may not seem so at the moment but it will shortly. I do not know if the majority of you are aware of it but there are people all over the world who are taking out the biggest loans they are able to get their hands on. They are mortgaging their houses. They are selling off anything that will give them investment capital and they are buying Bit Coin. It is a frenzy in some quarters. This is what happens in times of material darkness.

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In the Morning of the World when the Children of God Sang on the Mountain Tops of Joy

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We always wondered why people who saw, or should have seen, the signs of impending war, mass social hysteria, fabricated criminal insanities, such as is the case in Sweden presently… or any of the life changing phenomena that creeps into view and slowly (sometimes not so slowly) surely becomes panoramic, surround sound and fills the rear view mirror as well; we wonder what it is that keeps people in untenable living conditions. We have been perplexed by this for decades. We have been an avid student of history, both the ridiculous constructs of the infernal architects and the truth of the matter, concealed in occult file cabinets where you have to go and look for it but very few people do.

I have come to a conclusion about that and this conclusion surfaced because it was all that was left, once I had dismissed every other possibility. It’s obvious but few are going to want to give it credence because of what it says about them if they do, because of the position it puts them in if they do. It is a basic truth about life that people are fundamentally dishonest. If you refuse to see the truth then you will not see the truth. Whether you see it or not, it’s still there regardless. What then happens is; you render the truth into an enemy instead of an ally. If you refuse to see the truth in yourself, you automatically cannot see what is true about the world around you. Here’s something that very few people consider, you do not see ‘outside’ of you. You see ‘inside’ your head. That is the physical truth and it relates directly to what some might consider metaphorical and which I consider literal.

It turns out that the world you think you know is perceived through the lens of your desires and your fears. You see the world as you want to see it, not the way it is, which… ironically is a mirror reflection of what you have chosen to believe is true about you. The world takes the shape your mind has designed for it. Until you see yourself as you are, you will only see the world as you imagine it, which is the sum total of your desires and your fears. These change based on your investments. What you have invested in defines your values and your values define you. It would be an accurate assumption that the world is a mental institution where the level of sanity or insanity is determined by the degree of materialism present. The more pervasive the reach of materialism, the wider the reach of insanity and because sex is the dynamic of all human interaction, in times of material darkness, the forms of sexual expression become increasingly more perverted, more toxic and more absurd. It accounts for everything you have been seeing until now.

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