Back By Unpopular Nondemand: Curtain Call

In that day the LORD with his sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan the piercing serpent, even leviathan that crooked serpent; and he shall slay the dragon that is in the sea.

In that day sing ye unto her,
A vineyard of red wine.

-- Isaiah 27, 1-2

"Surrender Dorothy"

'artwork' by Hurricane Ka-trina



THE rare strange thing is to hit the mark; the gross obvious thing is to miss it. Chaos is dull; because in chaos a train might go anywhere -- to Baker Street or Bagdad. But man is a magician and his whole magic is in this: that he does say 'Victoria,' and lo! it is Victoria.

The Man Who Was Thursday, G.K. Chesterton

Like Hurricane Kat, Little Dynamo, by unpopular demand, comes staggering back to Do It (yet again!) One More Time.

Just when y'all thot it was safe.

Tsk.

When last heard from, L.D. had converted to Rajneeshism. Despite the current, well, bear market for Rajneeshism, little dynamo promptly was Excommunicated and sent packing, sadly shouldering stick and bindle, spiritual aspirations crushed.

Not their type. Didn't Measure Up.

Slept during Om-Meditation Circles.

Perhaps dynamo did not help his cause reminding the Rajers about sneekin' salmonella into restaurant food in The Dalles, Oregon.

Jeez. Touchy folk. Funny hats cut off blood supply? . . .

A Petition for Reinstatement to the Temple is under official review, and fiscal negotiations continue between the Rajsheeshers and dynamo's attorney, Sir Hector Bato, vice-mayor of Eagle Pass, Texas, and proud homeowner.



There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain

tears on the letter I write

There's a woman I long to touch and I'm missing her so much

but she's drifting like a satellite








There's a neon light ablaze in a green smoky haze

and laughter down on Elizabeth Street

And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone

where she bathed in a stream of pure heat


Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise

but he practiced what he preached from the heart

A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted to me

the time and the place that we'd part


There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage

And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage

As she winds back the clock and she turns back the page

Of a book that no-one can write


Oh where are you tonight?

(Zim the Sled-Dog)


Because L.D. has been absent so long, so many times, and might be again rightquik: "gossimer wings" is Attire of the Day.

Related posts include October 23, 25, and 31 of 2005; November 15, 2005; and December 20, 2005. A post of November 4, 2005 is also helpful.

Shit . . . they're ALL related. One big inbred ken-el. Read them or I'll cry.

The root post, "Ragna Rok and Man Son Role" is from October 5, 2005.

On Sept. 2, Hurricane Felix went category five. This one, like Wilma, Katrina and certain others, bears watching and post-event analysis.


18. Real time ceased in 70 C.E. with the fall of the temple at Jerusalem. It began again in 1974 C.E. The intervening period was a perfect spurious interpolation aping the creation of the Mind. 'The Empire never ended,' but in 1974 a cypher was sent out as a signal that the Age of Iron was over; the cypher consisted of two words: KING FELIX, which refers to the Happy (or Rightful) King.


19. The two-word cypher signal KING FELIX was not intended for human beings but for the descendents of Ikhnaton, the three-eyed race which, in secret, exists with us. 20. The Hermetic alchemists knew of the secret race of three-eyed invaders but despite their efforts could not contact them. Therefore their efforts to support Frederick V, Elector Palatine, King of Bohemia, failed. 'The Empire never ended.'


-- P.K. Dick, Valis



Here's an interview reprint from Rigorous Intuition, pilfered from Stephen Morgan's blog Dole Scum (prima materia! an essential substance without which lil dynamo's morning cornflakes and constitutional would suffer.)

little dynamo gets V. cantankerous w/o his Dolescum!

[And Yes i do know how to spell egregiously, thankyouverymuch.]

Priest Frank Morales, discussing 9-1-1, responds to interviewer Theresa Duncan (identified as 'Wit'):

FF: Paul, yeah. Corinthians 13.

Wit: Which is a spectacular piece of writing.

FF: Yes, but getting people to read the Bible. To see or hear. You encounter this kind of resistance. It's just like pushing away the 9/11 Truth tape. You know? You can agree or disagree, but they don't even want to look. It's what Erich Fromm called Escape From Freedom.

Wit: Yes, that or creeping chicken shit-ism.

J.B.: Terminal Mama’s Boy-ism.

Wit: Yes, people that resist every form of 9/11 Truth seem so juvenile to me. Silly. But they’re all kind of nuts because they secretly—unconsciously—know Dad Did It.

YIKEZ!! It takes a woman in America to discern and communicate the most obvious and essential of information.

All them Presidents and congressfolk and 'journalists' and so forth? Ain't worth shit, except to shovel it (and we pay to eat it)

Oh when the saints go marchin' in, eh me droogs?

Whoa he's got him a Big Un this time!

Check the Galloping Goose munching that phat krunchy wurm! We go Way Back. Meanwhile

far away in another part of town

Rubin Carter and a couple friends are drivin around

The Number One Contender for the middleweight crown

Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

This is the story of The Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

(Bob-ostrow de Maestro)

Speekin of boxers and knifefighters, Stephen Morgan's pal, Ben Fairhall, Battles the Behemoth.

Big bite but, hey. Somebody's gotta.

Write on, Ben.

little dynamo likes your name.

Me too! (Apologies to Horselover Fat.)

Fairhall's blog is excellent. Ben seems kinda stuck on The Goddess, tho, so the Behemoth-battling may be slooow and buh-luddy.

Ben's only 31 and at that age, i was goofy on Her Herness as well.


Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl but she doesn't have a lot to say
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day

(Lennon, McCartney)

Same as ever twas . . . .

Thank Goddess he ain't tacklin' Leviathan!

The Levites supposedly 'caretake' the ark, thus Leviathan/FishSis is pontedly monikered, as both entities conserve information etc. transtemporally. Who the Levites are is sumpin else.

Ben smells rottun toona all over the Maddie McCann "tragedy" and correctly deduces that The Coordinated Campaign is about much much more than Miss McCann's return. Molestation/sexual harrassment/security hysteria is big business. The biggest, loose if err.

Takes a big scare to make a big snare.

Dunno what's up in G.B., but in America, female=good and male=bad. Been that way a long time, getting worse daily.

Western women will gladly assent to Armed Presences in all our kitchens, offices, bathrooms, streets and bedrooms if:

1) they can be frightened and propagandized sufficiently;

2) they are assured that any Necessary Measures will impact males far more harshly than themselves (i.e., females will gain in relative power over the vast majority of males, which is what 90 percent of this madness is actually about); and

3) the totalitarianism can be rationalized as "child protection" or a slightly lesser choice, "national security."

In other words, like my grandpa, a sailor and fisherman, oft said, "If you can see the fish, the fish can see you."

In other other words (last one, i promise), if L.D. knows that these triggers exist and are manipulable, other interests understood the racket from get-go.

Beginning to end. Gulp.

Fairhall's reportage and synchro-intuition peel some skins, but there are other levels to the Vulnerable Child aspect of mass control. It's squarely in the Luciferian/Illuminati/Merovingian/etc. M.O. of utilizing an "unassailable good" as a weapon to consolidate power.

How's that? Don't like the new Security Provisions? You say you are for pedophiles?!

And so forth.

Understanding the Bible and various apocrypha, e.g., Enoch also helps fill in blanks. You know. All that Nephilim stuff.

The selection of Portugal for the McCann "abduction" wasn't accidental, as Fairhall and others rightly suspect. Psycho-spiritual doorways (Port) are inferred, of course -- this is sorcery, correspondence is the point. Thus, 'Port-u-gal' roughly equals "[We] shift (or transport) you gal."

The 'gal' rings a gong -- mebbe the suffix from the name of a Sumerian goddess?

As with Dorothy's Twistermobile to Oz, the heroine's true enemy isn't God, nor the Evil Patriarchy (tm) -- it's the malevolent side of the collective feminine, the matriarchy, the Wicked Witch of the West. That's where the major damage is being done, and that's who's doing it.

She who hearkened to the serpent hearkens still. Power Power Power is a thrill, and unlike most of us, it never gets old.

Portugal has a long and complex history of seagoing and navigation (both techno-scientific and occult, i.e., nautonniers.) Of course, until recently, there was little or no distiction between sorcery and technology.

Prince Henry the Navigator (see post below of August 14, 2006) was Grand Master of the "Order of Christ," the Templar front in Portugal.

(Subsequent posts, assuming any occur, will further investigate Templar/Portugal/Massachusetts/matriarchal connections.)

Portugal was "father of the New World slave trade" and certain Portuguese are still very involved: control the Mind, and the bodies will follow. Not surprisingly, the Zodiac's ultimate interest of "gathering paradise slaves" coincides.

Dark streaks across twinkling city skies. Moths to light. Round and around.

These issues are about slavery. Always. About souls. Who rules who, who uses who, transtemporally (in practical terms, "forever.")


Is it so frightening having me at your shoulder?

Thunder and lightening couldn't be any bolder

I'll write on your tombstone 'I thank you for dinner'

This game that we animals play is 'A Winner'


(I. Anderson)


Slavery didn't go away. It didn't go anywhere, except out of sight.

And out of mind.

The heavy Portuguese and Cape Verdean presence in New Bedford, Massachusetts, and the fact that the town was the birthplace of New World feminism (via the wives of whaling Quakers) matters. A lot.

A-la P.K. Dick and his ongoing Roman Empire, whispers swirl in the gossimer of a co-temporal, co-spatial Portuguese States of America.

Not some future despotic fantasy. Just another ho-hum, dopplegangic daily horror program happily running alongside the circus' Middle Ring.

Like this shit ain't already enough.

We have a lot to learn about who we really are, eh?

The Zodiac began killing in my hometown, in my childhood playground, before moving on to slaughter at a favorite picnic site, Lake Berryessa in the Napa Valley Wine Country (aka the 'Valley of the Kings')

Small whirld ain't it?

Like the (putative) people who are staging the Mary Magdalene er Madeleine McCann Great Incitement, Zodie undertands that installing a global Gulag requires subtle, pandemic domestic terrorism . . . destruction not only of the loving bonds, but also of the essential complementarity, between the female and male principles, beginning with woman and man.

Zodie's primary -- and preferred -- victims were young couples. This was not mere jealousy.

The way to break the woman/man bond, as our old garden Friend demonstrated, is to lure Woman by promising -- and delivering across time -- dominion over Man. Concurrently, weak and evil men are used as fronts to convince the lambs that "It's a man's world" and that the "Patriarchy has oppressed females since Eden."

The truth, however, is exactly opposite.

By these machinations, from the Beginning onwards, Woman remains bound to the Spirit of Deceit, who flattered her ridiculous conceit that she understood, and understands, the cosmos sufficiently to decide what is good and what is evil.

Woman took -- and takes -- Judgment upon herself (i.e., declares herself God.) By example, she then convinces the male that he, likewise, has the power to weigh souls, judge, and punish (be God.)

Doing this, he becomes subservient to her power, because she, appearances notwithstanding, eventually and always, assumes Judgment.

Don't think so? Take a look at any "criminal offense" category in America -- arrest, prosecution, sentencing, releases, prison conditions, on and on -- and note the massive gender disparities. As a culture, we are constantly, and often subconsciously or unconsciously, mindwiped to assume that women are morally and spiritually superior to men, and thus to ignore and deny the extreme differences in cultural treatment and status that, obtaining under any other circumstances, would be identified as servitude. At least.

The human Male is thus the Female's perennial thrall. Through the woman, the Spirit of Deceit entered the man -- who, crucially, was and is by far the "stronger vessel." That Spirit could not have approached, not have enticed, the Man directly.

The Adam/Eve "story" reveals this: at the outset, both the spiritual and natural orders were intentionally inverted and perverted. God's will was undone, crucified upside down like Peter, and frozen in stasis, century after howling century.

He made them Male and Female. These polarities are the most powerful energies available for manipulation.

Spiritual warfare 101. The old Chaldean Two-Step.

Manson, Zodiac, and a whole risen Leviathan of Western culture -- pagan, tribal, vengeful, masonic, fatherless, malevolent, matriarchal.

Demonic.

Demonstrations such as Zodie's -- like feminism's tactics, like the hatehucksters who turned Maddy McCann into a pawn in their powercircus -- are designed to create fear, distrust, and hostile divisiveness, trickling down from the sexes to the balance of creation.

Textbook magick, writ large. Eventually, the sheep will demand the Remedy.

I also see that Mr. Fairhall is a Bob-0-holic. My sympathies!

I recommend masked and anonymous which, if attended closely, will cure Lefties, both old and new, of their Diversity Delusions. Here's a skribble yr umble servant done did back when for Trev Gibb's m & a database.

Returning now to Felix, the Wunnerful Wunnerful Kat (rina).

The occult signatures of Hurricanes Katrina and Wilma were overt, unmistakable.












Wilma was the most intense hurricane ever recorded in the Atlantic Basin. In my post of October 23, 2005, I compare Manson's "Christmas Day 2000" artwork with the image of Wilma, poised to strike. (Image below -- cobra, in red and brown, facing east off the U.S. Eastern Seaboard. See prior posts for details.)















Here's a quote from the Oct. 23, 2005, post:


Wilma appears as a coiled serpent, and is especially ouroboric in that the dragon's "tail" (the hurricane center/eye) resembles a mini-snake's head, photographed precisely at Cuba's latitude. As of this writing, the "tail" or hurricane center is forecast to strike the Florida Keys/Southern Florida -- that is, the "head" of itself. In this sense, precisely in accord with its "mythic features," the ouroboric Serpent is poised to "swallow its own tail" -- to devour itself.


OK, let's Namegame these leetul debbils.

Wilma Wilma Bo Bilma Bananabana . . .

Whoops rong namegame.

Wilma, obviously, suggests the Will of MA, the Great Mother Goddess. (MA, the abbreviation for Massachusetts, is also inferred.)

Similarly, Katrina denotes that part of the human soul that Egyptians and other 'magicians' called Ka, or life-force, aka k3.

"Trina" probly infers the triune goddess, nymph/mother/crone. The suffix "a" usually indicates feminine gender.

Wilma made landfall in Romano, FL, crossed the state, then re-entered the Atlantic at Jupiter, FL. [Yep, thas right, Jupiter and Roman, P.K.D. eat yer heart out.]

Florida's Jupiter and Jupiter Island are ground-zero for a major faction of neo-Templar, Skull-and-Bones matriarchalists. What they used to call the Serpent People. Not because they always worshipped snakes, but because they always worshipped, and worship still, a strictly Darwinian/neo-Malthusian kind of reptilian-draconic energy. A conveniently self-rationalizing, pathological worldview.

You know:

I'm the Strong, you're the Weak, therefore it's really a good thing that I enslave and destroy you, and establish my children as your Mistresses and Masters.

You'll thank me later. Really. Toughens the Stock. Thins the Herd.

LOL!!

Yup. I wish it were hyperbole. They really do believe shit like this, and there's lot's of 'em. Just turn on the teevee.

Here's a relevant page.

It's been a bit off-feeding to learn, gradually, that America was only a Christian nation in name . . . that, in fact, the U.S. was foreseen, scouted, settled, developed, manipulated and dominated -- especially in the last century -- by old Ma's Sons, worshipping their Virgin Goddess, planting their shiny sharp seeds.

And a krafty lot of weaklings they are.

Leviathan is composed of interlocking segments, many "crowned heads." The crowns signify power. The heads, however, do not signify nations, continents nor individuals. The heads signify spheres of influence. Some of these spheres are temporal (e.g., political offices, great wealth, military influence) and others are transtemporal, atemporal, or extratemporal -- spiritual spheres, psychological spheres, things that go bump in the sky.

The heads co-operate, stemming from one body.

Today, as in Elizabeth's court, it's not happenstance that seagoing, maritimes, navigation, navies, espionage, occult practice, and queenship/feminine empowerment intertwine.

Three words: Oh En Eye.

:O)

Our new (as of October 1, 2007) Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff is not only a seabrat, but an ardent feminist.

Little Dynamo is SO shocked!

:O)

Searching for an archaeological, evidentiary Atlantean Continent is goofy -- useful only for selling books, producing documentaries, etc.

The transtemporal SPIRIT of "Atlantis," the Bistis Neptunis, Beast from the Sea, already has arisen amidst us. Leviathan, Atlantis, Cthulhu, Realm of the Mothers, unconscious ocean, primal matriarchy, Serpent People. Chaos. It's here. Again.

She's coming down fast!

She's here! Same as the old boss!

Take a curtain call, darlin. I know a house with your number on it.

There's a wicked wind blowing on the upper deck
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck

"Senor" (Bobo and the Iron Range Burglars)

Thou shalt bring down the noise of strangers, as the heat in a dry place; even the heat with the shadow of a cloud: the branch of the terrible ones shall be brought low.

And in this mountain shall the LORD of hosts make unto all people a feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.

And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the vail that is spread over all nations.

-- Isaiah 25, 5-7