Da Black Whole

Saturday, August 19, 2006

All-American Witch City

"MoonDragon": VFW Representative and Employee

Yup I'm back, already -- had no intention of posting again to this blog so soon, but ('scuse the drama) obviously there's a WAR on for this nation and this planet -- and for the souls of human beings -- and it ain't a movie, folks.

No rest for the weary etc.

"The Exorcist" isn't just a movie, folks. Not a mere prop for fiction. How I wish it was.

In reality, it's just a dirty job that someone's gotta do.

Unpaid! :O)

So, like it or not (and I do not like it) here's What We Learned in School today!

My last post featured "Prince" Henry the Navigator (1394-1450) who, amongst other interests and titles, was a practicing, and quite powerful, sorcerer/necromancer.

Harry Potter might be a fiction, but Navigator Henry wasn't -- just ask the thousands of slaves he and his pals "stored" like sardines in the bottom-holds of their ships, and transported to various nasty destinations around the planet.

I've been studying some books by Bill Mann recently, including The Labyrinth of the Grail, whose back-jacket cover reports that it ". . . provides a startling link between modern-day Freemasonry, the medeival Kinghts Templar and the House of David."

And so it does . . . and mucho mas. Mann inherited a certain ring from his great-uncle, who was once Supreme Grand Master of the Knights Templar of Canada. Mann, like so many modern occult practitioners, is very big on goddess-worship, demon-invocation, etc., and very down on the Roman Catholic Church, which he considers an impediment to human progress. His book is a mix of bunk and extremely dangerous accurate information -- just enough to get himself, and his more naive/younger readers, in a great deal of trouble . . . and into places -- physical, psychological, and spiritual -- from which extrication is awfully difficult (perhaps impossible.)

A hard-sell to modern cultures, whose True Beliefs tend toward science and "rationalism." However, as mentioned in the prior post, for most things in the universe, one's belief is not required.

Hell can overtake a person -- or a nation -- quite without one's consent. Indeed, disbelief in malevolent psycho-spiritual forces aids the Beast.

Jesus was fully aware that he was being manipulated to re-enact a "role" as sacrificial Year-King and fertility "god." Whether in the animal/human blood-rites of the ancient world, or the modern rites of, say, animal mutilation, the shedding of blood and suffering were considered requisite to effect the ritual, typically for "procreative" purposes. The foundational tenet of Christianity is that Jesus' torture and death ENDS the very deep, very ancient, and still very much active human urge for sacrificial/fertility "representatives." The Bible emphasizes that Jesus' sacrifice was intended as a ONE-TIME event -- his blood meant to "cover" all past and future sins, especially the primal sin/event of human sacrifice itself. The "pact" between the May King and the Tauric Diana (the goddess) was meant to end with Jesus.

And with it, matriarchy was mant to end.

Obviously, neither did. Lots of work left to do, and little time left.

Not only has hell been extended temporally, but also spatially, shipped with the aid of various "navigators" to the New World. Bill Mann's book focuses on another Navigator Henry, likewise a supposed "Prince": Henry Sinclair (1345-1400), Earl of Orkney, and grandfather of William Sinclair, who built Rosslyn Chapel. Henry Sinclair's expeditions included Greenland, and present-day Nova Scotia, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts. Mann's text explores the occult aspects of these expeditions, including connections to ancient Meditteranean and Near East cultures -- particularly ancient Israel -- and the construction of Newport Tower and the Westford Knight.

Mann's book cannot be summarized, so I'll suffice by expanding on one particular passage. Following a discussion of cross-cultural Year-King sacrificial rituals, Mann explores the Solomonic grimoires -- texts designed to invoke, revoke, and manipulate angelic/demonic entitities: precisely the practices abhorred and outlawed by the God of the Old Testament, Yahweh.

Mann's writes:

Although there is no mention of the magic circle in the Testament of Solomon, it was suggested that the ring itself was symbolical [sic] of the circle. Accordingly, in magic it is the circle that protects the magician during the ceremony. Hence, it is to the northeast of the circle that the magician draws a triangle to confine any spirit that he might evoke (remember the triangle that was drawn to the northeast of Prince Henry Sinclair's magic circle.)

The northeastern state of Massachusetts is a stange place, and a loaded word. Among other inferences, its prefix is "Ma" (=mother), and its suffix is "set," the name of a primary Egyptian deity. Recall that the secret desire of many 15th, 16th and 17th Century "adept explorers" was the re-animation of the Goddess, the restoration of functional matriarchy, and the founding of a "New Jerusalem" in the New World. Like the sorcerer-"princes," Henry the Navigator and Henry Sinclair, many of these folk had direct ties -- or often, were ranking officials -- in pagan, "neo-Templar" orders whose practices and beliefs trace to goddess-worshipping cultures in which blood-sacrifice was the cental rite "motivating" the natural world to "produce."

Who were the victims of those sacrifices. Overwhelmingly, boys and men.

That wasn't Mary Magdalene up on that cross.

Keep that in mind as you read on.

Massachusetts has perhaps the longest history of occult, blood-rite, gynarchic activity in the U.S. Salem "fits the bill" in a sense as locus of the neo-pagan "New Jerusalem" -- ironic in that "salem" means "peace." It's a shadowy, tricksy world, however, and places and people purporting to be one thing often are the opposite.

Oh, and btw: It was a series of "false accusations" by a clique of GIRLS -- not the "misogyny" of the Evil Patriarchy -- that set off the Salem Witch Trials. Somehow that little reality always gets Ms-laid here in PC Propaganda-land.

Recently, in New Bedford, MA, I happened upon an unusual triangular "island" set amidst two opposing lanes of traffic near the "King's Highway." The island contains a large artillery piece as part of a war memorial. It was created and dedicated in 1995 by the "Polish and American World War Veterans Association, Inc." A truncated photo and very brief description of the site, under the location heading of "Mt. Pleasant and Tarkiln Hill Rd" is available here.

Tarkiln Hill Road is the adjacent extension of the "King's Highway" in New Bedford. Exploration of various connotations attached to "King's Highway" is available here. They're quite revealing, particularly the description-link connoting ancient Near Eastern trade routes -- which are actually "escape routes" out of "Egypt."

Just in case any of you "Israel lights" are interested.


The King's Highway is also central to Jim Morrison's eschatologic song, "The End." The lyric includes this:

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain!

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the king's highway
Weird scenes inside the goldmine

Ride the highway West baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake

"Summer rain" refers to fertility/fructification. The Bible calls it the "latter rain." Much of Bill Mann's book concerns the "goldmine" or "money pit" of Oak Island -- actually, an ironic term for hell. As for the "Roman wilderness," recall Phillip K. Dick's claim that the Roman Empire never really ended, merely disguised itself as the New World . . . and the New World Order.

In the "middle bloc" of the "war memorial" of the Polish League of American Veterans in New Bedford is a strange emblem, related to the homeland of Poland and, probably, in particular, to the city of Warsaw. In any case, it's an unusual "ensign" for a supposedly "patriotic" site.

Set in mosaic pattern in the triangular "island" at the northern terminus of the King's Highway is a basilisk (otherwise knows as a cockatrice, a theriomorphic occult entity discussed at length on this blog in relation to Charles Manson and his "Christmas Day 2000" artwork -- artwork which intends to invoke apocalyptic demonic forces.)

Strange bedpartners, eh? An American Vet's group and Chuckles the Kracked Klown. . . .

The association becomes less impossible, however, when one keeps in mind the occult "designs" of the groups and individuals that scouted out, and founded, the United States -- neo-Templar, neo-matriarchal groups -- and also when one keeps in mind Endtime Biblical prophecy excoriating Whore Babylon -- an empire fallen into spiritual and moral depravity that seeks to "crucify the Son of Man anew" under the occult direction of neo-pagan elements "drunk on the blood of the saints and martyrs."

As the Bible relates, the chief aim of Whore Babylon is to hunt down and kill all the "Holy People" on the planet.

In the name of National Security, to be sure.

Therefore, one is hardly shocked -- disgusted, yes, but not shocked -- to discover that the bed(ford) is absolutely FULL of bloodbugs.

Not only does the Polish League of American Veterans -- who are actually God Only Knows What -- use a demonic being as their ensign of "commemoration" -- but the Veterans of Foreign Wars organization of Salem, MA, welcomes surfers to their website thus:

Welcome to the All-American Witch City VFW Post #1524!

Uh . . . umm . . . since WHEN did a United States "All American" VFW Post describe itself as "Witch City"?

Well, I guess since America became a matriarchy, and since the Empowered Wicked Witch of the West became the "Land of Liberty's" ruling power. And here, it's relevant to recall that the Staute of Liberty was originally designed (and obviously, very intentionally installed) to represent that ur-icon of gynocracy, the "Great Goddess."

Later this month, on August 28 -- the day before Bob Dylan releases his new album -- the VFW National Convention will award, uh, Witch City "official All American" status.

Guess that Seals it, hmm?


All three of the VFW logos on the Witch City Homepage -- including the flashing, predatory eagle -- are variations on the Maltese Cross. Supposedly, this Cross identifies the "Christian warrior."

But it doesn't. Folks, the Christian Cross -- there's only one -- identifies the "Christian warrior."

Accept no substitutes, and don't drink old wine from a new bottle.

The Maltese Cross identifies a member, group, or activity of one of the legion of pagan, neo-Templar organizations associated with service to the "Great Goddess" -- the organizations discussed in this post, and in the immediately previous post titled "Krypt On and Off" (i.e., the Knights Templar, the Knights of St. John, Knights of Malta, certain Rosicrucian sects, Skull and Bones, Scroll and Key, etc.)

Amongst the "Upcoming Events" for the, blecch, Witch City VFW are a "Military Mass" at St. John the Baptist Church (he's rolling in his crypt!) and unspecified "Commemoration Prayers."

NOW -- just who exactly are the Witch Cityites "praying" TO?

Not the God of our Fathers, that's for damn sure.

All in the name of the Flag, eh boys?

I've got some bones to pick with you.

I got here first, and I'll be here when you're gone.

Adept THAT.

And just when you think all this is blasphemous and desecrating enough, well, guess what?

Down at the bottom -- the very bottom -- of the page I find this:

WebPage Design & Maintenance By:
Leather Dupris
MoonDragon Birthing Services
0 (Zero) Boardman Street

Salem, MA 01970
978- 744-5583

Hey, I'm a Vietnam-Era vet, and I don't remember any "MoonDragons" in my flight at Basic Training. And anybody named "Leather" offering "Birthing Services" wouln't have lasted one day.

Not too many "MoonDragons" on the Vet Memorial gravestones either.

Lots of "MoonDragons" put those boys underground, though.

So I hike on over to www.MoonDragon.org to see exactly WHO is designing and maintaining the VFW's presence on the Web. And I find what you just found: some psychotic, man-hating, uber-empowered, self-described BITCH who glories in her malevolence under the cover of "wellness," "therapy," "woman's wisdom," ad nauseum.

More "MoonDragons"

I supposed if I looked like these MoonDragons, I'd spend my life screeching around the planet on my broomstick, too, trying to destroy anything and everything masculine, and attempting to completely and utterly poison any possibility of loving relations between women and men.

The link to "MoonDragon's Women's Empowerment and Resouces Page" page is not to be missed. Every American should study it carefully to fully understand what went wrong with what's left of this country. I'll be sending a link of the page to various VFW organizations, and to other responsible parties.

Of particular interest to veterans, vet organizations, and the families of vets maimed and killed in action, are these nuggets of "women's wisdom," "nurturance," and female empowerment:

We hate the violence and war of man, but we do not fear when we must take a stand and fight to protect those things that need to be sacredly preserved.

Yep. These are the -- and I use this word advisedly -- "people" that the Sons of America fought and died to protect . . . so that they could stab our boys in the back, even as they lay in their graves.

Here's more from VFW Representative MoonDragon:








"Butterfly", my friend and associate. We were the night bartenders at Salem's Polish Falcons(Babysitters of drunken "2-year old" alleged adults And Co-conspirators in Body Removals)

[Hmm . . . I wonder if MoonDragon and/or Butterfly posed for the "Basilisk" emblem of the Polish League of American Veterans . . . now we know why Medusa and the Basilisk both turn men to stone]

Oh, and boys: those 2-year-olds the MoonDragons are mocking?

That'd be you. Just in case you were too drunk to get it.

More MoonDragon Nurturance:

Goddess/God grant me...
The serenity to accept the things I cannot change...
The courage to change the things I can...
And the wisdom to hide the bodies Of those people I had to kill Because they PISSED ME OFF!

OK folks, well . . . you get the idea. The saddest thing for this fallen nation is that it is rife with Entitiled, Hate-filled, Empowered MoonDragons, whose bloated, comfy lives came at the expense of our dead sons.

At least there's an excuse for the MoonDragons. They're psychotic, spoiled, self-loathing punkettes.

But there's NO EXCUSE for any element of the VFW supporting such misandrous vermin. It makes me ashamed to be a veteran, and even more ashamed to be an American. Little wonder that God despises Whore Babylon.

Oh, and one last advisory to the VFW. About your motto, "We'd Do Anything For This Country": I love my country too, but I would NOT -- would NEVER -- "do anything" for it. I wouldn't torture someone for it. I might fight for it, but I wouldn't murder someone for it.

God -- our Father, not some pathetic goddess -- comes BEFORE "your country." He created "your country," He created this planet, and He created our Sorry Asses -- though oftimes I wonder if He isn't regretting it all, especially when I see what we've descended to under the influence and power of the MoonDragons and their lackeys.

Yo, VFW: sever your relationship with this anti-American, neofascistic hatemonger -- and with those individuals and organizations allied with her, and do it N-O-W. Get your priorities -- and your relationship with God our FATHER -- back in order, doubletime quick.

Ever hear of "In God We Trust"?

I think He's had about enough of MoonDragon, and of your pathetic support for her penis-envy and threats and poisoned "patriotism."

I don't give a shit how many medals you've got. If you boys can't be men, you can never truly be patriots.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Krypt On and Off

"Prince" Henry the Navigator

The Old Dragon squatting atop modern America is partly a reaction to, and extension of, the occult-influenced and blood-rite intoxicated Third Reich. In numerous ways, post-WWII America used, and still uses, the Reich boogeyman to keep the U.S. citizenry in check, and in fear. Frightened people are easy to control, even without overt force.

The enemy of my enemy isn't necessarily my friend.

Aside from economic elements, various forces, such as volkism, and various personalities, such as Richard Wagner and Fred Nietzsche -- along with a few key "adepts" -- fueled Nazi ideo-politics and the war machine, manipulating the anxieties and mass-resentments of a dis-spirited German populace.

Of these personalities, Nietzsche in particular was mis-used by the Reich. Fred's scribblings concerning the "Superman" and the "slave/master moralities" are still widely misunderstood and misinterpreted. This post hopes, in part, to redeem Nietzsche's contributions.

The Reich was a false Fatherland, as modern America is Der Homeland Matriarchy: a no-man's land of neo-pagan idolatry. The techno-scientific lineage between the post-war Germany and America (especially propulsion-rocketry, telemetry, and mass communications/intelligence/propaganda/mind-interventions) is pretty well documented -- Operation Paperclip, etc. The career of Werner von Braun, in particular -- his S.S. commission, his associations with U.S. military/intelligence, his relationship with Walt Disney in futherance of NASA projects, and so forth, best examplifies the Reich-U.S. "power handoff."

And, as Chris Berman would narrate: it's . . . a . . . fuuuumbuuuuuulllll. :O)

Less known are the psycho-social and deep-intelligence connections between the Reich's failed Fatherland and America's NWO Mutterland. (Hint to interested parties and patriots: you can't have a Fatherland without the Father, and you can't have a Motherland because . . . well, because lil dynamo says so.)


Goddess-geuflecting America -- and in general, the major nations of the modern West --are what Biblical prophecy, in Revelation, called Whore Babylon.

Immersed in occult self-empowerment and cunningly disguised fertility-rites, "Drunken with the blood of the saints and maytyrs," she is a SHE -- and not a "he" -- for very specific reasons. Elsewhere, she's referred to as the "Beast arising from the sea." The sea infers both the personal and collective unconscious, as well as the physical oceans.

The vast majority of 15th, 16th, and 17th Century explorers and colonizers of what's now Canada and the U.S. (with most early focus on the upper Eastern Atlantic Seaboard) were secret-society (fraternal) members, usually of high rank -- as is, of course, the case with many Founding Fathers, and with much of America's current "ruling elite."

Careful review of the interests and exploits of "Prince" Henry the Navigator and his circum-global explorers and colonizers were rooted in ancient organizations carrying various titular covers: Templars, Knights of Malta, Knights of St. John, Hospitalliers, Order of the Rose Cross, Gnostics, and so on. A tangled web of self-deceit indeed.

The Portuguese version of Templarism was the "Order of Christ" -- still quite active today, under various aliases.

Most of these groups shared an over-riding goal: resurrrection of the Goddess and re-establishment of functional matriarchy throughout the planet. The presiding political powers of America -- the controllers of the Republicrats -- share this interest, as do the "leaders" of Great Britain, the European Union, and the rest of the NWO Krew. Cynical, weak, and un-manly, these groups figured out a long (long) time ago that the easiest way to accumulate and manitain wealth and power was (is) to give The People what they want . . . and what The People want, in every place and age, is to run backwards at top speed to Big Mommy.

Works like a charm.

Even the "chosen people," the Israelites, could not (and still can't) resist this urge to regress, an inner gravity fundamental to individual and collective human nature. Much of the Old Testament is a . . . well . . . testament to this regressive drive, and to God's battle against it -- His efforts to bring "Israel" permanently out of Egypt . . . and the People's constant backsliding into the pit of the past.

With rare exceptions, opponents of "Whore Babylon," of the ancient gynarchy, usually ended up nailed to crosses.

Tossed to Colosseum lions, while the Crowd cheered. Heads blown apart on limosine parade-routes.

While the Crowd cheered.


Just imagine, then, how Jesus Christ must feel about "Prince" Henry the Navigator and his "Order of Christ" -- and all the other wink-wink "fraternities" -- running around the planet for the last few millennia using his name as fronts for their power-seeking, avaricious, slavemongering, neo-matriarchal schemes.

Kinda like he must feel about the Bush Babies, the "Dispensationalists," and mucho other "religious" folk appropriating his name to promote agendas that are technically no longer "anti-Christian" -- but are damn-well anti-Christ.

At least the Universalist "church" doesn't pretend to love Jesus, then conspire against him.

Poor guy must feel like Mr. Yahweh with a five-millennia-old migraine and tertiary-level jock itch.

So if he comes around pissed, don't come running to me. You wanted Mommy. You got her.

On a lighter note (same key, tho) . . . let's talk Darth Vader.


These techno-magickal groups trace to Egypto-Chaldean sorcery, and thence to "Atlantean" sorcery. (Which doesn't necessitate a literal Atlantean "continent," but does indicate the re-emergence of such psycho-spiritual practices and systems. For example, I recently perused a magazine filled with articles about, and advertisements for, various "healers" and "spiritual practitioners." In the entire magazine, only two male names appeared -- and I doubt the "maleness" of them both. The balance of the slick, chirpy publication consisted of New Agey -- more like Middle Agey! -- women offering phake "spiritual services" to similarly lost and spiritually-defunct American women. At a tidy prophet, too!)

Who holds the pursestrings in America? Who buys the books? Who funds and runs the "Christian" denominations? Who attends the "spiritual workshops" and treks overseas to "sacred sites"? Who really runs the country?

In a word, women. American women who are used to -- indeed, who insist upon -- being told what they want to hear. And Goddess help you if you dare tell them different.

Just ask Baptist John. Ask Jesus.

Like The DaVinci Code, books about the Templars, the Merovingian "Magdalene bloodline," and patriarchal oppression of woman-as-goddess sell out.

Lit er ally.

Whether Henry the Navigator or Henry Sinclair, colonization of the New World for national interest -- even for monetary interest -- was a lure and cover story only for the Cronal Outer Rings. For the Inner Circle, the intention was always, and only, re-establishment of matriarchy with Guess Who at the helm. The Inner Circle called their quests "New Sion," "New Jerusalem," etc. -- but these were terms coined and calculated to appeal to, and to appease, the Outer Rings. After all, can't be too careful, ya never know . . . might be a real servant of God mixed in there somewheres!

For the Inner Circle, the Rebuilt Temple/Third Temple is meant to function as an all-seeing eye (thus, its representation on the dollar bill.) J.R.R. Tolkien -- one of those real servants -- personified the Inner Circle's panoptical intentions as the Eye of Sauron . . . the reptilian prefix of "saur" not coincidental.

The finished Temple -- of which the Twin Towers was likely a technical predecessor, a dry run -- seeks capability of penetrating the minds of men: thus, a partly technological, partly psychic entity, half-man-half-machine, able to spy and report on all sub-lunary activities, even precognitively. (Spielberg's film AI addresses this theme superbly.)

The NWO's Templar Supreme is a cross between Tolkien's Sauron and George Lucas' Darth Vader. Both figures, however cruel and malevolent, are merely servants of greater evil that remains hidden -- a malevolence cosmological in scope, benevolent in appearance, headquartered beyond the reach of normal human recourse or weaponry.

Very possibly, human agency cannot defeat the Antichrist. But this entitiy can be seen, described, and traced from prehistory. And it certainly can be felt.

Don't think so? Try opposing it.

As always, the worst evil thrives and persists precisely by giving the majority of us what we crave. As Freddie Nietzsche, via Zarathrustra, oft spake, human beings are heirarchichal animals, susceptible to geneto-reproductive imperatives, lusting for power over one another -- read Dworkin! We love to be told it's OK -- beneficial even -- to stand in judgement of, and to take vengeance upon, one another (as long as the Other Group gets the Worst Of It, hmm?)

Thatta way my game-eats devour, survive, replicate.

I'll write on your tombstone
"I thank you for dinner"
This game that we animals
play is "A Winner"

"Bungle in the Jungle" (I. Anderson)

When the God of our fathers -- that'd be the Only God -- said that "vengeance is mine," he wasn't being selfish or uppity. He (yes, I said "He") was being practical, he was being wise, and he was advising us in OUR best interest, exactly as children (that'd be US) are advised in theirs, lest the campfire scorch their fatty butts. He knew, and knows, that when judgement and "justice" are placed in the hands of men, it eventually falls into the hands of women. Then the cages start filling up, the gangs start roaming the streets, the shepherds start taking kickbacks, the laws multiply from ten to ten gazillion, and everything gradually or hastily Goes To Hell.

Take a look around, fellow citizens.

Take a real good look. If you were alive fifty years or so ago, well . . . you see what I mean.

Our "Land of Liberty" ends up with one-quarter of the Earth's incarcerated, right here in De-Nile River City, 'twixt sea and shining sea.

Purty soon, why . . . you're either with US . . . or you're an Evildoer.

I don't recall Jesus advocating mancages. Maybe I missed that churchchat.

Food for thought. . . .

Just don't think about it too loud!


Having a good conscience; that, whereas they speak evil of you, as of evildoers, they may be ashamed that falsely accuse your good conversation in Christ

(1 Peter 3:16)

"Having a good conscience," btw, isn't equivalent to "being perfect."

Like many other Baby Boomers, I embraced the fine-sounding ideals of inclusion, diversity, equality, and so on. Like current promises of "global democracy," those ideals seemed self-evidently good and unassailably progressive. How, after all, does one argue against "equality"?

Well, Freddie Nietzsche did.

Check him out. Studly Muffin Man!

He was right, too. More on Fred and his pal Jesus later.

Like millions of other self-righteous, naive, stoopid youngsters, I wore my Progressive Badge like gold-plated moral armor.

Being Progressive is SO satisfactory!

Hoo-Ray for Meeeee!!

But like Troy's cunning Horse, like Lucifer's pretty Golden Calf, the ideals I so pompously assumed were self-evidently superior have proven divisive, rotten, and plain old evil in the crucible of human experience.

As Larry Charles and Bob Dylan captured in their film masked and anonymous, attractive and superficially "liberating" ideals are susceptible to manipulation by malevolent interests -- and by weak, all-too-human Everyday People (apologies to homeboy Sly.) And as Freddie Nietzsche pointed out, mass/class resentments, both real and imagined, can quickly flipflop . . . and suddenly, the Oppressed morph into the New Oppressors, human nature being What It Is, see "gametes," supra . . . .

Unearned superiority -- privilege without merit -- always ends in corruption, grief, and fractured, paranoid civilizations. Our fathers -- the best of them anyway -- knew this. We still don't. Lotsa folks are still stuck in 1965.

Prince Henry the Navigator's "Order of Christ," likewise, had a worthy aspect that concealed a deeper, malevolent element. Portuguese navigation and military activity in the first half of the 15th Century held Islam back from Europe long enough to extend a (very reduced) form of Christianity into the New World. This was necessary, for reasons too lengthy to describe here.

However, Henry and his fellow Orderers ended up using Christ's title (=King) to pave the way for the Beast's NWO. Henry was Grand Master of that particular neo-Templar Order.

A relatively small nation with a very limited military, Portugal often overcame severe odds, and the Portuguese showed exemplary valor, on the seas and battlefield. They are -- or at least were -- a great people and worthy of respect.

But Portuguese expansion, exploration, and enrichment was paid for by slavery. "Prince" Henry was the "father of the African slave trade," opening up the notion and shipping lanes to other "entrepreneurs."

Like Junior Bush, Henry was a "midnight Navigator." He sailed the "spiritual seas" of the unconscious -- meaning, he was a sorcerer in the necromantic style. Likewise, the Skull and Bones brethren of Bush, Kerry, and others mess with Injun noggins and shins, hang out in crypts, and worship the owl (Lilith) in the "sacred" Bohemian Groves of their Great Goddess.

Not guy-stuff.

Henry was an "adept" Navigator. Broadly, a "navi" is an occult sailor. It's also the prefix for the Spanish word "Navidad," meaning "Christmas." "Navi" in the Hebrew Tanakh refers to a prophet. Obviously, the word's also related to the English "Navy," and the inter-relationships amongst navigation, seafaring, prophecy, warfare, weaponry, and intelligence systems/agencies are ancient and numerous.

"Gator" suggests "psychic porthole" -- but also "reptilian," and by extension, the primordial serpent tribes, a la Atlantis. This infers the una mundi, the pre-egoic, single-mind psychological condition of humanity's distant past -- a state that Jesus, the Old Testament prophets, the saints, and others opposed and attempted to crush "underfoot." Not because it was inherently "bad." Perhaps because it was premature.

"Get thee behind me, Satan" has the same connotations.

Jesus "brought the sword" to "divide" the una mundi, to sever the wholeness of the uroboric sorceress/serpent, to separate and to keep separate the primal poles of the opposites, to break the gyno-bondage of blood-sacrifice, violence, and vengeance, particularly territorial blood-vengeance based on matrilineal kinship/tribal systems (see South-Central L.A. or Hunter's Point for object-lessons.)

For the same reason, the Tower at Babylon was zapped (and re-zapped) and the tongues of nations separated.

A world of one "language" (i.e., mind) sounds groovy. But in practice, it's a gilded cage: a world without individuality, without freedom -- without even freedom of thought -- a world lacking egoic psychological structures, a world without fatherhood, a world without masculinity.

A premature Edenic ejaculation.

The past few generations in the West have been conditioned strongly to believe that masculine consciousness -- and indeed, manhood itself -- is the destroyer of the Earth and the enemy of humankind, and that the world's "only hope" and salvation is a de-gendered, emasculated, single-minded world of "perfect equality" guided beneath the loving hand of the Goddess -- that is, a world ruled by women.

Not coincidentally, that is exactly the outlook and agenda of the various secret societies that have colonized and manipulated the New World for the past five centuries. It is also the desire and agenda of the people currently in positions of political power in the West. Most crucially, it is the general belief of vast numbers of "average citizens" in Western nations -- especially in the most powerful and influential nation on Earth -- America.

America has always been predominantly matriarchal, except perhaps in its first century. Today, it is almost entirely matriarchal. The practical influence of REAL men is virtually nil. Most of them operate underground, like the holdout of Zion in The Matrix Trilogy.

The illusory, blood-sucking, uber-control world wasn't called the "Patrix."

It's hilarious -- in a depressing sorta way -- to watch all the Trumps and Clintons and Bushies, the Colin Powells and Ted Turners strutting around like ancient Eastern despots, pretending they're powerful!

LOL!! American females rule them utterly. They can't even stand up to their wives -- much less to an unemasculated man.

And they imagine themselves fit to rule the world. And the heavens!

Truly pathetic. The LORD sits enthoned, shaking his head . . . laughs and laughs. Considers pissing in their Wheaties. Re-members brave Gimpel, blessed Isaac.

Changes his mind. Guffaws instead. Phones the old lady and makes some new galaxies. Ho hum.

Frickin' Freddie Nietzsche, now . . . there was a real hombre. Everybody disagreed with him, most despised him, resented his genius . . . so he ignored the rabble and did whatta man's gotta do.

Long before John Lennon suggested that the Beatles were bigger than Jesus, Freddie -- a superb Christian, though he'd have denied it apoplectically-- rubbed our faces in the unpopular reality that God was dead.

By that, he meant not that Jesus wasn't a true son of God (which he is), but that in the subsequent two millennia, Judeo-Christianity had degenerated into not merely a shadow of itself, but in many senses the antithesis of itself. And if Fred could see what goes on in the denominations today, well . . . I suppose he'd conclude that God's even dedder!

Nietzsche (rhymes with "peachy") correctly perceived the rotting of Judeo-Christianity into a self-oppressing, self-victimizing, totalitarian "slave morality" in which the "Herd" tramples actual excellence -- truly noble, truly superior values and behaviors -- into the lowest-common-denominator of an enforced "equality" based in the Herd's recognition of its own inferiority. This "McDonalization of culture" exactly describes modern America's victimocracy, its Realpolitik of Resentment."

Freddie predicted the triumph of the hypocritical, lame, passive-agressive "morality of paltry people" that infests Western civilization, egged on and codified by (mis)leaders who manipulate the Sheeple's raging inferiority complexes, dividing the citizenry with "slave moraity" values until the desired (and oh-so-profitable!) Total Information/Total Security State is enabled.

The cunning beauty of this Machiavellian/Hegelian-Dialectical scheme is that the "free" and "democratic" citizenry -- most of whom are Herd members -- will absolutely insist upon their own bondage. The Republic's death-blow was dealt when all females were included into a functional "protected class" status under the Civil Rights Act -- leaving everyone except lower-class Evil White Males with a codified social and economic stake in Playing the Victim. No wonder Junior Bush was so gleefully eager to re-up that Act recently . . . and why he made such a Grand Show of it.

Give the Sheeple What They Want, and toss in a Ready Scapegoat. That's the success-secret of any totalitarian regime. Worked great for Adolph.

Herod, Pilate, and Augustus were giddy over it too!

Meanwhile, the Feds post "non-discrimination" notices all about their office buildings and discriminate against men, especially "non-elite" [read: unprotected] white men, to the max. Row-upon-row of gubbermint cubicles are filled with (ahem "oppressed") women, the universities are becoming male-free zones, families with intact fathers are rarer than rooster eggs, etc.

'N Granny's a-rockin' on the Porch. All's right in her world!

American males are withdrawing from "their" culture at warp-speed. That is not a coincidence, nor is it an unreasonable response.

After all: what's the world without a Scapegoat?

Sanity. Bliss. Heaven.

Equal opportunity and Enforced Outcome aren't the same thing. Even more disturbing, all men are NOT created equal. Neither are all women. Neither are women and men.

Some people are more noble, more capable, more righteous, just plain old better than most other people.

Don't like that truth?

Too fucking bad. Try IMPROVING yourself, upon your OWN MERITS, instead of depending on your Protected Status, or your daddy's power and money, or the police, or your neurotic therapist, or the government, to fix you for you -- instead of raging about the "unfairness" of "elitism" to your betters, and then deluding yourself that you're "speaking Truth to power."

Freddie was also spot-on that imposition of "universal moral rules" was a cover for Herd-fascism, under control of a likewise-inferior, transgenerational, self-elevated, nepotic "elite." He also correctly asserted that occasional "Supermen" exist, and that in future (and the future is now, folks!) a group of "Supermen" would emerge, distinguished by two rare identifying qualities: first, their inherent superiority, deriving from both genetic "wiring" and highly individuated character/egoic capacities (Jung's Self); and second, that such an ubermensch gradually learns to fulfill, and simultaneously to check, his own will-to-power, so that he doesn't fall into the control/totalitarian urges common amongst the Herd.

Fred ("Heavy Head") Nietzsche

Nietzsche contrasted the "master morality" Overman with the Herdist "Last Man," whose desires are always for comfort and security -- which the Nanny State and its operators are only too willing to provide . . . at price of our souls, and of national integrity, health, and future.

Fred envisioned the Superman as balancing Dionysian and Appolonian urges and natures, combining "the Roman Caesar with Christ's soul" -- hardly the sentiment one might expect from a dood who supposedly opposed Christianity, eh?

Jesus, obviously, was one of Freddie's "Ubermen" -- and the Moo Krew mocked, tortured, and murdered Christ because he reminded them every day, in every way, of what they weren't -- of what they hadn't the courage to be. Think the Sadducees and Pharisees didn't understand that dynamic?

Think they still don't?

Most -- though not all -- of the rare "Supermen" I've noticed are "Kanner"-type autistics -- that is, non-verbal or "deep autistics." Their fantastic cognition and precognition, their marvellously resourceful, whole-environment communication strategies, their disdain for the body-mirroring patterns which provide so much security and comfort to "normal" people, their resistance to the truncheon of "scientific" behaviorism, their shunning of one-up social games, their superb and poetic intuition, and their casual, intimate inter-relationship with God (or, if you like, with collective awareness, or the universe) is a joy to behold and experience.

Which isn't the same as saying it's easy to behold and experience. It ain't, and they ain't. It's to say they're worth the effort.

No wonder otties befuddle and terrify the sheeple -- who try to "normalize" their activities and expressions, coerce them with behaviorism, ignore their genius, and "marker-out" their genes. The Nazis learned eugenics from America's monied power-elite. Consider that carefully -- especially if you're really the "patriot," the lover of America and of liberty, you claim you are.

The last American President not a shill of the Matriarchal Herd was J.F.K. He detested government-by-secret-society, and said so publically. Perhaps he wasnt a full-fledged Superman under Neitzsche's criteria -- but he was close enough to prod our Controllers, with the unconscious approval of the Herd -- to exterminate him, in a public fertility ritual that sent a clear message to other potential mavericks. The King Arthur/Camelot persona J.F.K. carried was not mere public projection, nor media-hype. He was a noble and courageous man who, like Jesus, was quite aware of the consequences of his activities.

The one thing the Matriarchal Herd and its lackeys can't abide -- or truly ever extinguish -- is the living flame of a real man.

The Show ain't over yet. J.F.K., and the brave and good people like him, will yet overcome. You heard it here last.

As Larry Charles and Bob Dylan illustrate in their film masked and anonymous, our Baby Boomer "revolution" was, really, no revolution at all. It was regression to solipsistic Goddess-worship. "Liberation" politics led not to true freedom, but to the bondage of Resentment Politics. The "Oppressed" became the New Oppressors. The"sexual revolution" led to the cheapening and commercialization of intimacy and sexuality. Women's "liberation" gave us fatherless families -- where families still exist -- the scapegoating of masculinity as public policy, permanent Gender-War, Auntie TIA (Total Information Awareness), and the kinder, gentler totalitarianism of Der Homeland (for Our Own Good, of course!)

Likewise ye wives, be in subjection to your husbands . . . for after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands: Even as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him Lord . . . likewise ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge, giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel . . . .

(1 Peter 3)

Sossity [society] , you're a woman

(Qim Tunes)

Wm [Woman] less than man

"Brent" (Qim Tunes)

God, I love those autistics. It took a non-verbal "retard," pecking away laboriously with one finger at a letter-board over many years, to tell us the simplest truth about gender, and about ourselves.

Four out of five autistics are male. No wonder we consider them "pathologies" that need to be "corrected" by fake therapists, "normed" with behaviorism, and "markered-out" genetically.

Of course, I could be wrong. Autistics could turn out to be aliens from the Constellation Clusterfuck.

Heck -- during his strange and wayward life, old hippie little dynamo has been R-O-N-G about pretty much Everything.

Like most dumb and over-idealistic kids, I thought I Knew Better.

I didn't.

At age twelve, I forsook Chritianity. Given what it's become, I probably got that mostly right.

But I oughtn't to have forsaken Jesus. He was -- and is -- worthy. I don't mind taking orders from my betters. I do mind taking orders from my lessers.

Oh well. Live 'n learn.

King Jesus does NOT belong to Christianity, nor to Christians.

Christianity -- and ALL the faiths, and ALL the nations, and ALL the peoples, and ALL the world -- belong to him.

Our Father, whose face amongst the ancient Hebrews was "Yahweh," appointed His King eternally, and doesn't change His mind when the shit hits.

This is hard for modern people, of free will and of highly developed egoic structures, to grasp: but our "belief" is not required. For much of anything, but especially when it comes to who's who.

Lennon sums it nicely nicely in "I Am The Walrus," bridge:

Sitting in an English Garden waiting for the son
If the sun don't come
ya get your tan
from standing in the English rain! (three, four)

Speaking of English Gardens and rocking steady (hi Paulie!), the Old Testament "Yahweh" called himself the "I AM." His translatory, transducer, ponyboy, gofer, and sometime slingshot was called the Ark.

Like a hot tater, the Ark got passed around a lot in the old days. At one point, for example, the Philistines, figgering they'd hit the SuperLotto, "captured" it.

Seems the Israelites had been getting all Uppity, backsliding in righteousness, and assuming that just because they "had" the Ark, they were invincible. So they made war against Phil and the Steens, went to "turn on" their Trump Card, and Taa-Daaa!!

Nothing happened.

The Ark yawned. Looked around. Pooted. (Not advisable in closed quarters.) Went back to sleep.

No Do-Right, no Dudley. Get it?

Well, the Israelites got it. Thirty-thousand of them died that day.

The Philistines tramped away home with their new "trophy."

Pretty quick, tho, these same Philistines were sitting in the ole meeting tent, scritching each others' noggins, trying to decide how to get rid of the damned thing.

"The Plague at Ashdod" (N. Poussin)

Right off, the Philistine "god," a certain Dagon, took a header. Then folks started getting diseases left and right.

The Philistines started shipping the crate all around the lot. The last town it ended up in, everybody got hemorroids.

Not. Happy.

As recounted in 1 Samuel 6, here's what their "diviners" advised them to do (and what they did):

Get a new cart and two cows that have young calves and that have never pulled a cart. Hitch the cows to the cart, but take the calves back to their barn. Then put the chest on the cart. Put the gold rats and sores into a bag and put it on the cart next to the chest. Then send it on its way.

Watch to see if the chest goes on up the road to the Israelite town of Beth-Shemesh. If it goes back to its own country, you will know that it was the LORD who made us suffer so badly. But if the chest doesn't go back to its own country, then the LORD had nothing to do with the disease that hit us--it was simply bad luck.

The Philistines followed their advice. They hitched up the two cows to the cart, but they kept their calves in a barn. Then they put the chest on the cart, along with the bag that had the gold rats and sores in it.

The cows went straight up the road toward Beth-Shemesh, mooing as they went. The Philistine rulers followed them until they got close to Beth-Shemesh.

The people of Beth-Shemesh were harvesting their wheat
in the valley. When they looked up and saw the chest, they were so happy that they stopped working and started celebrating.

The cows left the road and pulled the cart into a field that belonged to Joshua from Beth-Shemesh, and they stopped beside a huge rock. Some men from the tribe of Levi were there. So they took the chest off the cart and placed it on the rock, and then they did the same thing with the bag of gold rats and sores. A few other people chopped up the cart and made a fire. They killed the cows and burned them as sacrifices to the LORD. After that, they offered more sacrifices.

When the five rulers of the Philistines saw what had happened, they went back to Ekron that same day.

That is how the Philistines sent gifts to the LORD to make up for taking the sacred chest. They sent five gold sores, one each for their towns of Ashdod, Gaza, Ashkelon, Gath, and Ekron.

They also sent one gold rat for each walled town and for every village that the five Philistine rulers controlled. The huge stone
where the Levites set the chest is still there in Joshua's field as a reminder of what happened.

The Philistines weren't smart enough not to "capture" the Ark . . . but were smart enough to know they'd best "test their troubles," so to speak, and un-hand it if necessary. And smart enough to know how.

Think modern scientists, fat generals, and grubby politicians are that smart?

Think again.

Two cows not "broken to the yoke" were used, to ensure the cows wouldn't behave from either force, nor from force-of-habit. That is, the animals were left to free will -- which is the will of God.

To "double-blind" the experiment, cows with calves were used. The natural inclination of such cows, unbroken to yoke, would be to return, almost immediately, to their barned calves, for feeding and mutual comfort. Cows giving milk desire to be sucked; calves desire to suckle.

Thus, one will would rule. Either the natural will of the cows returning home, or the divine will of God, as invested in the chest, returning home to Beth-Shemesh in Israel. The Philistine rulers merely observed, not intervening and thereby "contaminating the experiment." The Ark, meanwhile, was placated with a sort of bribe -- so as not to influence the experiment out of the Ark's willfulness to punish the Philistines further.

The straight road "home" taken by the cows, their contented mooing -- while travelling away from their own calves -- the welcome of the Ark by the people of Beth-Shemesh, and the recognition of the Ark by the Hebrew priests, the Levites, all convinced the Philistine rulers that God (or, to their world-view, a strong power) had directed the Ark away from their own land, and thus that same power had been responsible for the plagues their towns had suffered. Therefore, they concluded that "chance" was ruled out, and let the Ark go.

And that is how the Ark came to rest in the fields of Joshua.

Consider this carefully, proud and willful nation.

Ennywayz . . . didn't take long before some of the Beth-Shemesh boys got to messing where they shouldn't, and ffzzzzzt the Bugzapper went off on them. So the Beth-Shemites pawned it off on another town, long story . . . eventually they figgered out it was mostly the goddess-worshipping that kept setting it off.

F.D.R. got it, successors used it, time's up, take a hint.

little dynamo ain't Vendyl Jones.

Likewise -->

The predicament of the "Israelites" during the life of the prophet Jeremiah -- just prior to the Babylonian conquest and destruction of the First Temple in 586 BCE -- mirrors the predicament of America as "New Jerusalem." As with the U.S., the biggest problem with ancient Israel wasn't the typical over-indulgences and "sins of the flesh" to which folks of every age are prone. The trouble ran much deeper. As Jeremiah 3 explicates, the people -- under manipulation by (mis)leaders in high spiritual, political, and economic positions -- had overwhelmingly regressed to "idolatry" -- specifically, to occult practices involving ritual sexuality and blood-sacrifice held over from the prior tribal matriachies.

Surely as a wife treacherously departeth from her husband, so have ye dealt treacherously with me, O house of Israel, saith the Lord.

(Jeremiah 3:20)

As in currrent America, the political and spiritual "elite" maintained hypnotic control over the populace through various activities rooted in solar/goddess worship -- broadly, worship of woman and nature: sex, drugs, rock 'n roll, and worse.

Solomon had fallen into the same comfy trap, abandoning his relationship with the Father in favor of the "advice" of his many (many!) "wives." Eventually and inevitably, the demons started controlling Solly, and took over the Temple he'd originally built to honor God the Father -- and as a "resting place" for the Ark of the Covenant -- i.e., the Covenant between Israel and the Father.

Israel went "New Age" which, in reality, meant AWAY from spirituality and backwards to the Mother Goddess and the idols of blood, riches, power, and reliance on fertility rites to bring the "summer rains."

So much modern focus -- from films to books to archaelogical digs -- has been on "finding" the "lost" Ark of the Covenant, as if such a "thing" might suddenly be "turned up" if only the correct code-sequence or DaVinci brushstroke or Masonic symbol-set could be uncovered and deciphered.

But that's all crud -- very profitable, and conveniently misleading, crud.

The truth is far simpler . . . and far harder to face.

Not that our handlers want us to know the truth. They don't. It sets us free. Of them.

This article turned up yesterday: a "kabbalist rabbi" (who only "communicates via messenger," so holy is he!) and a "famed Noahide guru archaelogist" -- formerly a "Christian pastor" (har de har har) named Vendyl Jones have deigned to inform us heathen Gentiles that "the time is right" to dig up the Ark of the Covenant. (I mean, do the spookies sit up all night, shooting meth and making this stuff up?! Yoikez!)

Ennyhoo. . . .

The Famed Explorer tosses in geopolitical pontificatifatory "prophecy" along with guarantees that the Ark has been "pinpointed" and will be excavated "this summer." All that remains is to "drill a bore hole into the chamber, drop a pincamera in, and there it is. [A]nd everything is gonna change, believe me."

Well Blessed Bee!

little dynamo feels SO much more Saved!


Uno problemo: the story's dateline was May of 2005. Apparently the rabbis and kabbalists and great Noahide guru doesn't dig the Ark as much as he thinks. Mebbe the Ark doesn't dig him either.

Methinks the pinhole is at the summit of Mr. Jones' head, and that the relevant "bore hole" is his cakehole.

Something is happpening
but you don't know what it is
do you, Mister Jones?

"Ballad of a Thin Man" (Roberto Zimbardo, of the infamous Zimbardo Experiment)

Where the Father is -- there is the Ark.

Always was, is, ever shall be.

Despite all the stories you've heard, the Ark has no intrinsic power. It is only a sort of "footstool" of God. Like Earth.

Does the porch rocker have "power"?

No. Not unless God's Son is sitting in it!

And I brought you into a plentiful country, to eat the fruit thereof and the goodness thereof; but when ye entered, ye defiled my land, and make mine heritage an abomination. The priests said not, Where is the Lord? and they that handle the law knew me not; the pastors also transgressed against me, and the prohets prohesied y Ba'al, and walked after things that do not profit.

(Jeremiah 2: 7-8)

Matriarchy is antithetical to the Ark. When the Goddess rules, the Ark remains "buried." Or it acts up. Whatever: It isn't lost -- but the people, and the nation, shore are.

The last thing that the "leaders" of both old and "new" Jerusalem want is a found Ark. Why . . . what would happen to all those "spiritual savants" advertising in their slick magazines. Jeez. And what about the elites a'worshp in their exclusive, sacred groves? Why, the wine-market would dry up like blood sea under the foot of Moses!

God could have directed his Ark to whup the Babylonians butts anytime He'd wished. But that's not what Israel wanted -- and that's not what America wants. They wanted, and want, their Mommy. So, just a hunch, but I wouldn't expect pleasantries from the Ark . . . whatever it is.

In 3:16-17, Jeremiah, speaking of the historical Endtime -- that is, of the kickoff to the Messianic Age -- predicts:

And it shall come to pass, when ye be multiplied and increased in the land, in those days, saith the LORD, they shall say no more, The ark of the covenant of the LORD: neither shall it come to mind: neither shall they remember it; neither shall they visit it; neither shall that be done any more.

At that time they shall call Jerusalem the throne of the LORD; and all the nations shall be gathered unto it, to the name of the LORD, to Jerusalem: neither shall they walk any more after the imagination of their evil heart.

When God's direct representative presides over "Jerusalem" -- over Earth -- well, there's not much need for the Ark, which was God's indirect representative, the upholder of the Mosaic, or old, Covenant.

You don't need a servant hanging around when you've got the Master.

You don't need a regent when you've got the King.

Focusing all this rigamarole on the Ark is like a tour group entering the Taj Mahal, then all crowding around a spitoon over in some musty corner. It's an ignorant distraction on the part of folks who don't know better . . . and far worse, a willful distraction on the part of folks who do know better.

Something, I suspect, better left alone. Ask the Philistines.

Like Billy the Kid, old legends die hard. They're fun -- I admit it. Shoot-'em-ups, cowboys 'n injuns, the adrenaline rush of conquest and war. But better things await. Far better things.

Oh well. I can see that most of you are still not convinced.

Where, you say, is the Ark? And don't squirm around and tell me it's "with the Father." We want specifics. We want dates, places, names.

OK. We'll think on it. Mebbe little dynamo will get all inspired, make up something REALLY wild and impossible, test yer creditability. :O) Blame whatever goes Rong on God. Or them Pesky Philistines. :O) Y'all stay tuned.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Gloryland Ministries


I woke up to find
a wire that blew my mind

"Western Union" (N. Ezell, The Five Americans)


Scene from "Debriefing Sgt. Gates" [denouement]

by: Leaps and Bounds (script doctors)

Dues, Status: current


Take a look at this, kid. Fifty-two of them. Take a good look at 'em, Raymond, look at 'em, and while you're looking, listen:

This is me - Marco - talking.

Fifty-two red queens and me are telling you. You know what we're telling you?

It's over.

The links - their beautifully conditioned links - are smashed.

They're smashed as of now because we say so. Because we say they are to be smashed.

We're bustin' up the joint, we're tearing out all the wires, we're busting it up so good, all the queen's horses and all the queen's men will never put Old Raymond back together again.

You don't work anymore.

That's an order.

Anybody invites you to a game of solitaire, you tell 'em, "Sorry, buster, the ball game is over."

-- Frank Sinatra, from "The Manchurian Candidate" (1962)


Treasurer's Summation
Carpenter's Local 121
Hon. Hector C. Bato, witness

Mattie told Hattie about a thing she saw

you come on home with me now, Raymond

i hear your daddy calling