Da Black Whole

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Your Daily Hate Crime


"Lucifer's Crown," a followup post on Elizabeth II and the Koh-i-Noor Diamond (etc.) is almost ready -- unfortunately, resources disallow.

It's a complex post, can't do it justice at present. So here's a tideover tidbit.
Above, of course, is the All Men Are Bastards (tm) Knife Block, a useful reminder of the collusion amongst business, government, the law and its enforcers, media, finance, the dark powers of this Earth -- and Woman.

A powerful alliance. The most powerful, and the most dangerous, the world has ever known.
Compared to these aligned interests, Adolph was a subway pickpocket.

As in the Garden, it is Woman's self-awarded (and God-damning) Judgment that started this aquamarine Ate Ball down the suicidal path we are now on -- and can't get off.

Most modern Western females believe -- believe collectively and absolutely -- that as females, they are entitled to wreak vengeance on the lives of males, for any alleged offense, perceived or otherwise.
In the Real Old Days, Woman believed the same.
Power is the Beast that dies hardest of all. Just ask Saur-on.
Love, otoh, is snowflake fragile.
Most of religion, from a practical standpoint, concerns little more than attempted restriction of two things -- Woman's will-to-power, and her assumption of vengeance upon males as her birthright.
Now that religion's basically kaput, or compromised by feminism, liberation politics, sexual scandals, etc., the reins are off the coal mare.
Headless and heedless, she gallops across the globe, shrieking for -- and getting -- the manblood that, for reasons still unexplained, sustains and comforts and delights her.
So far, the Nightmare has proven unstoppable and, in any broad sense, unmentionable.
If this little problem is not addressed and remedied, nothing will be addressed and remedied.

Hunting, torturing, and killing males has always been popular. It's the Most Dangerous Game (yawn) doncha know. In our liberated, egalitarian societies, however, the "free market" pumps gas on the constant conflagration that is female retribution.
Females, and certain males, derive great power (and often wealth) from this anti-dynamic. However, the destructions wrought affects us all -- and by us, I don't just mean stupid humanity. There's a world out there, full of beings who want to live and be joyful just as much as you. Consider it.

Here's a "writer," one Fern Michaels, who has gathered a tremendous amount of money and notoriety -- along with the applause and thanks of millions -- for inciting females into hating, and harming, males. For decades, at least, such pathology has become a staple of American "culture."
The lovely and delicate Fern vomits out an entire SERIES of "romance novels" whose basis is a Sisterhood (wink wink) enacting vengeance on males. The "Sisterhood" -- themselves spotless and protective souls, seeking only to Do Good in a world dominated and befouled by Evil Men -- meets regularly to try and sentence males they deem insufficiently punished by "the law." (LOL like there's some other law besides women! Dubble Jeopardy, eh MacBeth?)
Here's a sample that summarizes American culture post-1980:

For one of their number, it’s an evening filled with anticipation. Because tonight, over delicious food and in the company of those she trusts most, it will finally be time to tell her story—and for the Sisterhood to help plan her revenge. Yoko Akia’s mother was only fifteen when a wealthy man swept her off her feet with promises of love. Instead, he filled her brief life with horror and misery.
The Sisterhood has helped each other exact vengeance on rotten men before, but this time it’s different. Their target is none other than America’s favorite movie star—a brute who has conned the world into believing he’s Mister Perfect. But he’s about to learn that nobody—not even a powerful superstar—is above the Sisterhood’s special brand of payback...

Patriarchy. Right.

Misogyny. Yeah, right. It's everywhere.

I've been around both males and females longer than I'll admit, and I have never spoken to any boy or man that exhibits such overt malevolence towards females.

Does the odd serial killer hate females? Apparently.

Do many men feel antagonistic towards women, especially modern women? Yes. The genders repel, as well as attract, and always have.

But there is no mass cultural reward in hating females. Quite the opposite. Try defending youself against a female in a public place in America, if you're a man. See what happens, if you can still see.

Why does this condition persist?

It persists because Western females, and especially American females, want it to persist. Such behavior is profitable AND a sure sign of self-esteem, of empowerment and liberation. America approves heartily.
For self-styled "alpha men," of course, such behavior by women and girls keeps the niggers down.

Woman is about to "payback" herself right out of a planet, precisely as her Beloved Advisor and his psychotic punks want . . . and have always wanted.

Amogst themselves, women are unable to police their shared misandry. Hating males coheres them, instantly providing rapport, a psychosocial sugarbomb in uni-bloodstream.

With rare exceptions, women want far too much to be liked and included. They want agreement and pleasantness. Like children, most have not learned that ostracization -- and worse -- is sometimes necessary for the health of the planet and kids they constantly claim are their only concern.

Wake up, Princess. Fast. If you cannot control your Payback Planet sanctitas, if you cannot control the sadism and evil of your own gender, it is all going pfttt.


Oh ye men. If the top blows, the bottom's a goner.

As a cheerer-upper, here's an excerpt from the Good Doctor's (ret.) "Hey Rube":

There was an exact moment, in fact, when I knew Al Gore would Never be President of the United States, no matter what the TV networks said — and that moment was when the whole Bush family suddenly appeared on TV and openly scoffed at the idea of Gore's winning Florida. It was Nonsense, said the Candidate, Utter nonsense. ...

Anybody who believed he'd lost Florida was a Fool. The Media, all of them, were Liars & Dunces or treacherous whores trying to sabotage his victory. They were strong words and people said he was Bluffing. But I knew better. Of course Bush would win Florida. Losing was out of the question. Here was the whole bloody Family laughing & hooting & sneering at the dumbness of the whole world on National TV.

Gimme this guy, plus Kaufman, Kinison, Jimbo, Kindred Phil, Hicks, a dozen others . . . shit, might keep the bigtop turning. . . .

Oh wait. . . they're all dead, ain't they?

Hounded out and away-away. Sliced, diced, tarred, de-feathered, and kissed off. As Bobby puts it, "Treated like a farm animal/on a wild-goose chase."

They didn't look back in longing a whole bunch. Get my drift?

Why do I bother?

Now everybody calls him 'Donald's Duck'

but I call him my Quackeroo

It took an awful long time, incalculable agony, to plant this cornpatch.

Nobody gets everything they want, and I mean nobody. Men are not perfect, as women have figured out and publicized unceasingly.

Now the Gens must hold Medusa's mirror up to itself. 'Cause the guys these days have been disarmed -- at minimum.

It's decision time, girls. Power or love.

For every mare -- even the oldest, biggest, wildest one -- there can only be one master, one groom.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Bush Declares Elder Mandela Dead

Fri Sep 21, 8:15 AM ET

JOHANNESBURG (Reuters) - Nelson Mandela is still very much alive despite an embarrassing gaffe by U.S. President George W. Bush, who alluded to the former South African leader's death in an attempt to explain sectarian violence in Iraq.

"It's out there. All we can do is reassure people, especially South Africans, that President Mandela is alive," Achmat Dangor, chief executive officer of the Nelson Mandela Foundation, said as Bush's comments received worldwide coverage.

In a speech defending his administration's Iraq policy, Bush said former Iraqi President Saddam Hussein's brutality had made it impossible for a unifying leader to emerge and stop the sectarian violence that has engulfed the Middle Eastern nation.

"I heard somebody say, Where's Mandela?' Well, Mandela's dead because Saddam Hussein killed all the Mandelas," Bush, who has a reputation for verbal faux pas, said in a press conference in Washington on Thursday.

Jailed for 27 years for fighting white minority rule, Mandela became South Africa's first black president in 1994. He won a Nobel Peace Prize for preaching racial harmony and guiding the nation peacefully into the post-apartheid era.

References to his death -- Mandela is now 89 and increasingly frail -- are seen as insensitive in South Africa.

"It's out there."

Indeed it is.

In there, too.

And given the reputation of Bonesmen . . . it shouldn't come as any surprise that Junior is a fan of Black Wholes.


No no baby dont need no phone
Levin's the numbah o your badbone

Have Sir Richard and his shrew Scilla slipped a doppleganger Mandela (hmm . . . man-d'el-a, a female that only looks like a man) into The Global Eeels, uh, Elite, er Elders?

Has anyone seen McCartney lately?

Up close?

And that Saddam . . . wow he really gets around!

Here's the Dub-a-rub-rubya:

"I heard somebody say, Where's Mandela?' Well, Mandela's dead because Saddam Hussein killed all the Mandelas," Bush, who has a reputation for verbal faux pas, said in a press conference in Washington on Thursday.

Yeah. Faux pas.

He faux pas a lot don't he?

He's really ridikillus. Everything but Big Floppy Shoes.

Do not be disarmed or charmed. Junior is very good at what he does -- at night-navigation, flying in the dark, the quickfooted illusion of spontaneity: at presenting various useful fronts while maintaining a dismissible, inept, almost ritually clownish demeanor.

Junior isn't educated, or erudite, or accomplished.

Neither is a snake.

But both are cunning and dangerous within their domains.

Wonder who the Somebody was who said "Where's Mandela"?

Another phunny thang. Just yesterday Little D was chatting (no, not to himself, that's Monday-Wednesday) with someone about how both the Right (e.g., Bush) and the supposed-Left (i.e., The Global Founders and Elders) share pseudo-elite, masonic, godless, matriarchal agendas.

This guy mentioned that the "M" in the two-headed goddess logo of Sir Richard's Virgin Records strongly resembles the masonic square and compass. (Amongst other things, the square infers rule on land and the compass dominion at sea.)
We post our toasties re The Global Elders Uno and Dos, below. As reported therein, the key player cementing formation of the Elders was Nelson Mandela.

Next day, why, theeeeere's George, blurting The Mandela Thing.

Notice how the spiked tail of the occult/masonic red dragon lurks directly below the GynoGemini vagina. Directly in line beneath, the gate of hell gapes in mimicry, a hoarding pirate's black heart. It's "appendages" ape the serpent's occult "feelers," extending beyond the head (i.e., across time -- augury, soothsaying, sorcery.)

For, since generally no one is accustomed to obey crafty and clever men so submissively as those whose soul is weakened and broken down by the domination of the passions, there have been in the sect of the Freemasons some who have plainly determined and proposed that, artfully and of set purpose, the multitude should be satiated with a boundless license of vice, as, when this had been done, it would easily come under their power and authority for any acts of daring.

-- Thomas Droleskey, Sad Land of Masonry, Of Thee I Write

A huge generation traumatized by The Bomb and looming planetary ecological disaster, hypnotized by drugs, sex, and The Electronic Nipple.

Virgin territory -- prime territory -- for sorcery, subterfuge, mass manipulation, uber-control.

It worked.
Joseph Smith's Mormonism borrowed heavily from Masonry. In 2002, Smith's original Temple in Nauvoo, Illinois, was reconstructed exactly . . . except that the original "flying angel" weather-vane atop the Temple was replaced by a likeness of the "Angel Moroni."

Check the weather vane's (veins) Masonic compass and square appearing ABOVE the "angel" (i.e., the Craft, or secret Society, supercedes any deity.) The fleur-d'-lys spearpoint, a la Longinus, transfixes the angel in time, extending the Crucifixion indefinitely. The holy book is aloft, but the lips never quite reach the trumpet, and he blows not the horn, but as himself an inert tool, with every masonic wind.

Here's Gen'rul George's Masonic Apron, as "Levitical High Priest" of the new, multi-religious/nonreligious nation.
It was given by a Mason, Gen'rul Lafayette, to a high-ranking Mason, Washington. To be fair, apparently Lafayette became a Mason only late and reluctantly, and was more a military man than a Lodger. Militarism and pawn-playing are equivalent.
However expediently, via the Apron Lafayette extended the Masonic principles and schemes of the brewing French Revolution (principally, final separation of Church/royalty and State, with eventual subjugation of Church/royalty by State) through Washington, and into the American fabric.
From the historical long-view, and in realpolitik terms, the French and American Revolutions were concurrent, and certainly were guided by the same Intelligence.

[Breef Digression: why are top military commanders called 'Generals'? "Gen" is a female prefix.]

The Apron is supposedly a Craftsman's Shield, but don't the ladies wear it in the kitchen?

Hey. Just wondering.

Enyway, at the superior position of Gen'rul George's fancy occult Apron, we find a hive amid orbiting bees.

It is ironic, and probably more, that the newspaper in Kali-fornia's capitol is the Sacramento Bee (Sacred or Sacramental Bee.)

Associated widely with masonry and Babylon, bees feature in Hislop's The Two Babylons:

Thus we find Muller referring to the symbols connected with the worship of the Ephesian Diana: "Her constant symbol is the bee, which is not otherwise attributed to Diana...The chief priest himself was called Essen, or the king-bee." The character of the chief priest shows the character of the god he represented. The contemplar divinity of Diana, the tower-bearing goddess, was of course the same divinity as invariably accompanied the Babylonian goddess: and this title of the priest shows that the Bee which appeared on her medals was just another symbol for her child, as the "Seed of the Woman," in his assumed character, as Dabar, "The Word" that enlightened the souls of men.

As reported, via Reuters, in our post below of September 5, "Colony Collapse Disorder":

Beekeepers do not find bees dead -- they simply find the hives nearly empty, with the queens alone and workers gone.

Hive empty. Queen alone. Workers gone.

Maybe a holi-day for Flying Monkeys everywhere?


Funny medal.

Oh well I liked the Tin Man anyway. :O)

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

The Global Elders II

This followup to investigation of "Sir" Richard Branson and his recently enthroned Global Elders begins with an excerpt from the online Telegraph Magazine article The Power of Twelve.

Part I suggested that the Elders were a thin cover for more of what both the "Left" and "Right" of the Western World -- and especially America and Great Britain -- have been preparing us for over the past century: total and willing submission to the onrushing "kind and egalitarian" pagan matriarchy (redundant, but worth emphasizing.)

The Twelve of the New Matriarchy opposes the Apostles, is one obvious reading.

Certainly, the first thought in regard to Richard Branson is covert operative.

Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter which, if any, of the Elders and their functionaries are compromised. The cunning, sinuous, feelgood message under their rhetoric is: the planet's a disaster, men have failed, it's Woman's Millennium Now.


Read on.

From The Power of Twelve [quotes nonconsecutive]:

For Branson and Gabriel, the gathering at Ulusuba held a particular sweetness – the culmination of a dream they have been nurturing for the past eight years.

The pair have been good friends for many years, but it was in 1999 when they first began to talk in theoretical terms about how the tradition in indigenous cultures of tribal elders serving as the repository of wisdom, judgement and long-term thinking might be applied in the global village.

The premise that Branson and Gabriel thrashed out was deceptively simple – there are any number of organisations and institutions, from the UN down, dedicated to solving the world’s ­myriad problems, but there is no single group that is totally independent, deriving its authority not from political, economic, military or religious power but from ­wisdom and experience. What might such a group achieve?
Gabriel joined them, and over lunch he and Branson gently floated their idea of the Elders.

Mandela’s response was guarded: the UN, he said, might look askance at a self-elected group presuming to step on their territory.

But he could see the value of the idea. He remembered how in his mediations between the Tutsis and the Hutus both sides had said it was as if they were talking to a father advising them, rather than to someone with an agenda of his own.

Branson now set up a team, led by Jean Oelwang, the chief executive of Virgin Unite, the independent charitable arm of the Virgin Group, with the objective of defining what a council of Elders would look like, what it might do and, as Oelwang says, 'bringing together the collective wisdom of some of the world’s most remarkable leaders with no other agenda but that of humanity.’

The first question was the most difficult: who should the Elders be? The number of figures who command not only universal recognition but universal respect can be counted on the fingers of one hand. How do you arrive at a group of 12 – the number had been decided by an unspoken consensus – that would equitably represent gender, ethnicity and cultural pluralism?

Mandela had already outlined a handful of names that he would like to join him; to research further candidates, Oelwang recruited Scilla Elworthy. She is the founder of the Oxford Research Group, which she established in 1982 to study ­global security issues and develop dialogue between nuclear-weapons policy makers and their critics. She is also the founder of Peace Direct, a grassroots organisation devoted to developing conflict resolution skills, and has herself been nominated three times for the Nobel Peace Prize.

Over the next 18 months, Elworthy consulted government figures, diplomats, civic leaders and Nobel Peace Prize winners throughout the world, assembling a long-list of individuals for consideration as possible Elders. At this point it was felt expedient to reveal as little of the project as ­possible. In her canvassing of names, Elworthy referred to the project simply as an initiative to influence decision-making on global issues.

'We felt we shouldn’t use Nelson Mandela’s name – we didn’t want it to get into the press in the wrong way. We simply said this was going to be something at the highest level, led by absolutely impeccable names with global moral authority. And it wasn’t going to be just a talking shop; it was going to be about direct action.’ 0

Through a process of discussion and elimination, a set of criteria began to emerge for prospective Elders. The first, and most important, was that they should not be currently involved in politics; they should have no personal agenda, vested interest or bias. They should have earned international trust, demonstrated outstanding integrity and built a reputation for non-coercive leadership.

Jimmy Carter had agreed to come to Necker purely in an exploratory capacity, reluctant to commit himself to the idea of the Elders.

Addressing the group on the first day, he expressed his reservations, talking of the disparity between 'a dream of peace, love and sharing and caring’ and an organisation that could deliver the practical solutions to problems – 'the mundane thing of building a latrine, or putting a tablet in someone’s mouth, or putting up a [mosquito] screen. Bridging that wide chasm between dreams and practicalities, 'takes money and organisation,’ Carter pointed out.

But as the discussions went on, so his enthusiasm began to grow. If the Elders could evolve into a stature of global acceptance and respect, he said, it would be very difficult for others to reject their influence; their independence, lack of any agenda, and their global reputations as honest brokers would give them entree with individuals that might be denied to other organisations, and even governments, enabling them to exert influence in a way that even the UN could not do. What leader could resist an invitation to meet such a group?

'Even in the most controversial issues, the Elders could make themselves felt. Even though people on both sides may say they don’t want interference.’ The Elders, Carter suggested, might function as a first court of appeal in conflict resolution, 'a place where people can say as a first response, why don’t I go to the Elders to help prevent this war?’

Their unique position, he went on, would also mean they would be free to speak with 'pariahs' – the 'unsavoury leaders' who may be the real cause of the problem but are never included in the discussion of the solution. 'This group would have the collective stature to overcome the stigma of dealing with people whom the world may be condemning.'

But the potential for the group, he said, was ­limitless. 'We’re talking about alleviating suffering in the third world, women’s rights, the protection of human rights, dealing with diseases, the environment. I think the last thing this group wants to do is put any kind of limit on what they might address.

After three days of meetings, Carter’s scepticism had given way to commitment. He left Necker indicating that if he were invited to become an Elder he would accept. The Elders, he said, could be 'the conscience to the world’.

The initiative is being funded by a group of founders. As well as Branson and Gabriel, who are committing their own money to the project, these include the UN Foundation, which was created in 1998 by Ted Turner with a $1 billion bequest to support UN causes and activities; Humanity United, a philanthropic organisation started by the eBay founder Pierre Omidyar and his wife Pam; and the American businessman and philanthropist Raymond Chambers, the founder of Malaria No More and Millennium Promise. Oelwang estimates that funding over the next three years will be in the region of $20 million.

Elders will serve a three-year term, with the potential to extend.

They will also be overseeing the setting up of supporting groups of 'grassroots' Elders around the world – to be drawn from the existing databank of 300 names and from recommendations from the public through the internet. 'Mandela and Graca have said they want to have an open global debate about who else should join the Elders,' Branson says. 'The final choice will be theirs, and will have credibility for that reason.

And Mandela will also be getting Nobel Peace laureates to vet his list. The important thing is not to rush and choose the wrong people.' A small number of prominent figures will also be invited to become 'Ambassadors' to the Elders, championing their work. Oprah Winfrey has agreed to become the first of these.

Buried in the briefing documents outlining the putative objectives of the Elders and their possible strategies, lies a cautionary note about what the Elders will not do, '… solve all the world’s problems…’ It is intended in a light-hearted way. Who after all would realistically expect them to? But it does raise the question – if they can’t, who can?

God's authorized. As ever. Period. (Apologies for the long excerpt, but it gives the flavor of the group.)

The naming of Oprah Winfrey as "First Ambassador to the Elders" pretty much seals the crypt, don't it me droogs?!! No ambiguity there. War and nothing but -- while the Elders preach "peace."

The other key female in this plot against God is one Scilla Elworthy, whose name suggests "Witch-friend of Baal" . . . and she's got the C.V. to prove it!

Elworthy founded the Oxford Research Group and is a darling of the cryptocracy's spook-set anxious to install the rest of their Security State Planet by offering woman the empowered apple.

The last generation of U.S. women were addicted to cigarettes, en masse, by "advisors" who suggested that smoking assured them power equivalence with men. Cigarettes were sold as the "Torch of Freedom" and incanted Lady Liberty, the Sea Goddess. (Has anybody ever seen her feet? LOL)

Half the Boomer Generation were born addicted. Hopelessly and lifelong addicted.

Woman + Empowerment = Death.

How many more millennia of agony until we grok this fundamental reality?

Who benefitted, who benefits, from this agony and death?

Why, the Merchants of Death, leading us right back to Skull and Bones and other crypto-elite "fraternities" -- occult organizations aligned with the British SeaBeast -- along with the mass of luciferian/matriarchal fellow travellers and dupes.

Bush et al. came to power via the drug trade -- the modern hydrahead of the British East India Company. An addicted generation serves the gynocracy's interests well, especially a generation of spiritually crushed boys and men. They can be criminalized, subjugated, and robbed simultaneously. And that's precisely what the cigarette ad campaign accomplished.

You've got the power, Mom.

Woman is again deceived. Alliance with the serpent only brings fleeting power and wealth, delusional security.

After that, only ashes.

Speaking of ashes, Scilla Elworthy was appointed by Branson to winnow the Elder candidates (from a huge pool of gynofascists to a small pool of same.)

Her shtick, basically (stop me if you've heard this) is that females are essentially good and males are essentially bad, and if it weren't for Evil Males (especially White Ones) why, not only would Peace and Harmony embrace the world, but cows would give chocolate milk.

If only "men" (as if all were the same! as if Bush and Clinton etc. qualified as men!) would get out of the way.

Ad infinitum.

Here's the source for one example of our new Global Equality Security Matron, Scilla Elworthy. (All kneel or be smothered.)

"The perpetrators of terror are overwhelmingly male,” say the reports authors, Scilla Elworthy and Gabrielle Rifkind. “Yet women can bring striking results in areas of conflict, since they are known to be effective communicators and to have a natural talent for building bridges. It’s high time we feminised our approach to security, by actively encouraging women to introduce their particular ways of doing things into all our efforts to deal with terrorism."

See the serpent's split tongue, nailed together in pure white space.

Here's a link to "Dr." Scilla Elworthy's Baghdad Diaries with accompanying photo (not of the Doctor, to be sure!)


As to Doctor Elworthy's contention that the divine mother and son have always been at war, little dynamo might wonder where was Scilla when this meatmarket opened?

Oh, yah, right: wound around a tree, urging Woman to appropriate God's Judgment and Power.

Convenient that Our Friend Scilla owns a company providing "Global Security for the 21st Century."

And as she's already informed us -- as if we need yet another Kultural Source to grind it home -- MEN are the terrorists, MEN are the perpetrators.

Not men like the Elder males, of course. Just the Other men. The troublemakers. The outside agitators. The chauvinists who are keeping women and girls down. Those that don't agree with me.

Elders are elders because they act in everyone's best interest, there, Doctor. Not in the exclusive interest of females, of female empowerment, or of the wicked, weak "men" who sell out their planet for a little cameratime, some baubles, and ephemeral hosannahs.

Controlfreaks and Haters masquerading as Liberationists, as Humanitarians.

Meanwhile the planet writhes. War is everywhere. Madeleine sleeps on.

The band begins at ten to six
When Mr. K. performs his tricks
without a sound
And Mr. H. will demonstrate
Ten summersets he'll undertake on solid ground
We've been some days in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all

And tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill!!

(Lennon, McCartney)

Then she gave one flip of the rainbow tip
of her tail, and swam back down

(G. Lightfoot)

In the name of love she came this foolish winsome girl

She was all decked out

like a rainbow trout swimming upstream in the world

And she said, "Please please I've lost my way

the current is too strong. In the name of love

kind sir, I pray.

In the name of love.

So I took her by the hand, she took me by the will

She was all dolled up like a blue-eyed pup

lookin' for something to spill

And she said, "Please please I've lost my way

the current is too strong. In the name of love

kind sir, I pray.

In the name of love.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

The Global Elders I

THE ELDERS, seated above their palantir-like illumined globe, reminiscent of navigational equipment and the servants of Elizabeth I (and probably II)

Loinger boats are coming to win us
Coming to win us
Coming to win us
Loinger boats are coming to win us
Hold on to the shore or
They'll be takin' the key from the door

(Cat Stevens)

Apparently over summer The Global Elders convened under their own authority as "unbiased and independant" leaders launching attacks on the Global Village's problems.

Little Dynamo as usual was a Conspicuous Uninvitee. Lessee . . . he's elderly alright. Check.

He's bad, he's nationwide . . . yep he's global.


Hm. Well . . . mebbe it was the The!

That'd be 'El' in espanol.


Let's peek at Sir Richard Branson's Global Elders, see how Unbiased and Openminded they are.

To begin askance, below is an excerpt from Rigorous Intuition of May 9, 2007, the Comments section, as part of a discussion of 'faery' and occultism. It's included here as followup to the suspected influence of occultism and masonry in the Michaeline/Marian happenings at Garabandal.

From an FT [Fortean Times, probably] article by Therese Taylor about Lourdes. No link. Just old fashioned printed paper. Sorry.

The Cave of Massabielle has an identifiable history prior to the apparitions of 1858. This rocky outcrop on the left bank of the river Gave, a short walk from the town of Lourdes, was part of a chain of grottos, some of which opened into deep caverns within the mountains. The grottos were sufficiently notable to feature in guidebooks to the region, although one's response to them was always dependent on class and social factors.

To the educated, such natural formations were the occasion for scientific exploration and scenic appreciation; to the common people, they were sites of supernatural activity. As the 19th century anthropologist Andre Lefevre wrote: "There is hardly a single French province which does not have trees, grottoes or dolmens which are haunted by fairies. One hears of fairy pillars and rocks, fairy nooks, fairy wells, lakes, houses and chambers of fairies, wraiths and sorcerors.

"Superstitions concerning Massabielle provide evidence of a reputation both sacred and demonic, of a place both haunted and holy.When describing the area, local writer Lagreze noted that "the belief in fairies and sorcerors is dear to our mountain people", but did not record exactly what stories the grotto inspired. The fairies were also known as 'white ladies', and they lived in caves, dolmens and groves.

These nature spirits could be either well or ill disposed towards humans, and the could also be lustful, capricious, and powerful. They retained all the characteristics of pagan deities mingled with later Christian elements. The figure of a powerful or impressive Fairy Queen was often mixed up with that of the Virgin Mary, whose image she both shaped and mirrored.The fairies around Lourdes were familiar to the people of the town, and were known to live at Massabielle.

Even today, the Lourdes Grotto is known as 'Fairy Cave' among local people. Lourdes tradition also linked the area of Massabielle to the Virgin Mary. It was claimed that in the 11th century Lourdes had been dedicated in feudal vassalage to Notre Dame de Puy, and that every year green herbs from the fields around Massabielle were gathered and offered to this ancient icon.

From the end of April 1858, people began to report that they had seen visions, either at the Grotto or other locations. Most were children, but they included women and some men. Francoise Junca, who watched a group of children fall into trances at the Grotto, described how they "threw themselves on their knees, together like one man, then they would rise...weep, cry, lament, then they would suddenly fall to their knees again: and we, we followed all their changes, all their prostrations."

The eccentricity of these displays did not repulse her. She found the children to young and naive to be capable of invention, "therefore for them there was a vision, and also for us, the spectators." The Grotto, however, was a gateway to the other world, and anything might come through it.Soon, many visionaries were showing signs that they were in communication with either nature spirits or devils. Local folklore preserved chilling stories of a beautiful white lady who appeared around Massabielle.

Unlike Bernadette's Dame, she did not remain stationary but floated in the air and beckoned to the children who saw her, luring them towards the precipices. The white lights, also, would fascinate the watchers and draw them towards the caverns. Several visionaries would have stepped over cliffs or into the rushing water of the Gave had they not been restrained. The children at the Grotto sometimes exhibited signs that they were possessed.

Faery, the Little People, the Shee, are all liminal latencies thirsting backwards to the Great Mother/Goddess. The Land of Faery, like the Realm of the Mothers, is the chthonic underworld, the Great Sea of the Mind, especially its "unconscious" and preconscious components.

Fairyland has a "king," but is ruled by a queen. Spenser perceptively (if subserviently and self-preservingly) connected the archetypal Faerie Queen to Elizabeth I, whose role in occultism, global navigation and exploration, and intelligence paved the way for our modern Western synarch-cryptocracies. Through her, Great Britain ensured its prominence in re-establishing functional matriarchy, idolatry, and worship of the feminine throughout the Western world.

The list is far too long to enumerate here, but luciferianism/masonry deliberately infested the world -- particularly North America -- via the serpent's servant called Gloriana, Elizabeth I, The Virgin Queen (a direct reference to the Goddess.)

Sampling of Elizabeth's company: Dee, Bacon, Raleigh, and of course Drake, whose name at least doesn't lie.

Bistea Neptunis. Elizardabeth I, Queen of the modern age of tessellation, the planet as powergrid for crafted chesspieces.

As with Henry the Navigator in Portugal, the intent towards the "New World"-- despite lip-service to 'God' -- was always establishment of an Eternal Homeland for the Goddess.

How would the Chosen Families maintain longitudinal dominion in this New World? What would serve as fount for sure cashflow across the centuries. How would the rabble be stifled -- jitterbugged, as They say?

Poppies. Poppies. Poppies will put them to sleep.

In 1600, Elizabeth chartered the British East India Company, and all three problems were solved simultaneously. High offices in New World nations would be controlled by banks and other "merchant elite" pirates and robber-barons, with exotic substances the manipulated baseline product.

The Templars still controlled banking, and always would.

The British East India Company, or just The Company (still called that!) acted as Satan's Fence, involved in all kinds of sinister activities that eventually morphed into the worldwide arms and drug trade . . . especially opium and derivatives.

Connections between American (and Western) Intelligence and the drug/arms trade are well-documented. The War on Drugs was installed partly as weapon against young Western males, partly to guarantee monopoly by the current Company, and partly from sheer malevolence and vengeance. Only illegality ensures monopoly, as earlier versions of The Company proved with sugar, tea, and so forth.

Less well-documented are the unending connections between the Bush family -- and much of America's transgenerational, neo-Tory rulers -- and the British East India Company. Yale University, lair of the U.S. "elite" and cryptocracy, was founded and funded by Eli Yale -- employee of, and veteran opium pirate for, The Company.

We can't "vote" these God-hating, megalomaniacal, torturing, murdering fuckers out of office.

They run America -- and most of the world -- from well behind any office, and they place into office (political, religious, military, or otherwise) anybody they wish, at any time.

In reality, America long ago was re-swallowed by the Seabeast, the matriarchal British Empire, largely through the machinations of The Company in various shapeshifting guises.

America is a Luciferian, narrowly oligarchic matriarchy, designed and developed -- despite opposition from many good folks -- to operate in conjunction with Great Britain to spread a monopolized gynofascist "marketplace" around the planet.

Elizabeth II continues and consolidates her namesake's draconic tradition.

Today, happily, Yahoonews informed moi that one Sir Richard Branson, knighted by the lovely Queen Elizabeth, and chairman of Virgin Group, stepped forward as a major financier and protector of the McCann parents.

Yuup. Virgin Group.

Sir Richard's aid is designed to "clear the name" of the McCanns, despite the rather thorny fact that, presumably, Sir Richard doesn't yet know if the McCanns are innocent.

Minor Flaw in the Effort, to be sure!

For some bizarre and unexplained reason, plopped turdily into the AP story is the testimony of one John Sentamu, Archbishop of New York, who declared that the McCanns had been treated "unjustly and inhumanely, because the evidence does not stack up at all."

Now the Archbishop wants to play not only God, but Detective, capable of evidentiary analysis.

Yee. Ikez. And sheesh.

Sir Richard's wife is Joan Templeman. Yep.

Mom is named Eve.


Ain't no escape in this universe, is there?

Like the Fat Conductor, Sir Richard is heavily involved in Britain's railways, and founded Virgin Records (Sex Pistols, Culture Club, Faust.) Most ominous and telling, Virgin Record's first -- and breakthrough -- release was Mike Oldfield's "Tubular Bells."

Wikipedia fails to mention it, but "Tubular Bells" was the opening and recurring soundtrack behind The Exorcist.

Ah. At last. Familiar territory, Mike's Old Field.

And awaaaay we go! . . . .

Folks, that Goddess in that harbor, disguised as Lady Liberty? Oooweee she needs an exorcist. Bad.

America is indeed possessed. And she ain't strapped to nobody's bed.

She does the tying down, and the leashing.

Virgin Records logo

(note that the serpent's tail rests in the crotch of the female twins -- a second crotch is deliniated by the double-crossed legs, with open vagina, forming the capital letter M -- the M is doubled via the twin heads, suggesting MM -- Mary Magdalene, Madeleine McCann, Mother Mary, etc.)

On Feb. 1, 2007, the Queen's vassal Sir Richard opened his Virgin Health Bank to offer "parents-to-be the opportunity of storing their baby's umbilical cord blood stem cells in private and public stem cell banks after their baby's birth." [quote from Wikipedia]

Wikipedia again:

In the late 1990s, Branson and musician and activist Peter Gabriel discussed with Nelson Mandela their idea of a small, dedicated group of leaders, working objectively and without any vested personal interest to solve difficult global conflicts.

On July 18, 2007, in Johannesburg, South Africa, Nelson Mandela announced the formation of a new group, The Elders, in a speech he delivered on the occasion of his 89th birthday. The founding members of this group are Desmond Tutu, Graça Machel, Kofi Annan, Ela Bhatt, Gro Harlem Brundtland, Jimmy Carter, Li Zhaoxing, Mary Robinson, and Muhammad Yunus.

The Elders will be independently funded by a group of "Founders", including Branson and Gabriel.

Desmond Tutu serves as the chair of The Elders—who will use their collective skills to catalyze peaceful resolutions to long-standing conflicts, articulate new approaches to global issues that are causing or may cause immense human suffering, and share wisdom by helping to connect voices all over the world. They will work together over the next several months to carefully consider which specific issues they will approach.

Here are the Agenda-free Elders:

Ela Ramesh Bhatt, ardent feminist and founder of SEWA, India's Self-Employed Women's Association.

Nelson Mandela and his wife, Graca Machel, Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire and associate of the U.N.

Former Chinese Ambassador to the U.S., Li Zhaoxing, seemingly a bizarre choice for this group. He's another U.N. spook, though. And he does know something about Happy Totalitarianism.

Mary Robinson, former President of Ireland and U.N. High Commissioner for Human Rights who, according to this site, is a big backer of abortion, gay "rights" and Victim Rights -- which always, esp at the U.N., means Female Empowerment/Male Disempowerment.

Lest one get suckered by all the Left/Right bullshit: Robinson is a member of the Trilateral Commission.

There is no Left or Right. Only the onrushing satanic, goddess-grovelling, avaricious, smarmy, Perfectly Diverse NWO so expertly captured by the Zimmerman/Charles film masked and anonymous. Hilary Clinton is as much Leviathan as the Bush Babies.

Difference is, they know it, and they know most of you don't.

Kofi Annan, former U.N. Secretary-General. The U.N. has, for some time, largely been a rubber-stamp for the surfacing British-American NWO cryptomatriarchy.

Gro Harlem Brundtland, former Prime Minister of Norway and World Health Organization Director-General. The WHO is also, largely, a compromised organization, often used as a front for less-than-exactly- humanitarian objectives. Brundtland, a diehard and outspoken feminist, is also UN-connected.

Sample wisdom from Herr oops Elder Bruntland:

The myth that men are the economic providers and women, mainly, are mothers and care givers in the family has now been thoroughly refuted. This family pattern has never been the norm, except in a narrow middle-class segment.

Women will not become more empowered merely because we want them to be, but through legislative changes, increased information, and redirection of resources. It would be fatal to overlook this issue.

Women power is a formidable force.

OK . . . how we doin' so far with our New Founders and Elders, eh? Not quite as "unbiased" as advertised.

Shuck n jive n jive n shuck
The New Boss is the Old Boss
With Elders like these
We are surely fucked.

[blush -- little dynamo stayed up all night composing that pome! send him kruggerands if you liked it or didn't]

Ah, let's see, who's next, who's next . . . . such a palette of squidlings, so many dark marbles to pluck from the seaslime!

Jimmy Carter.


A sneek. MommyZombie. Nuff said.

Desmond Tutu. Founder and Chairman of the Elders.

Anglican Bishop -- meaning his boss is the Archbishop of Canterbury -- "Church of England' political malarky pretending to be religion. Ain't nothin' to do with Jesus.

So back to Merry Olde the trail again returns, like the ouroboric Maw.

The Anglicans, by the way, are groundbreakers concerning the ordination of women. Progressive Primalists! How very ungodly! :O)

Guess who Satan's first 'priest' was. Go on. Just guess. The world will wait. . . .

Muhammad Yunus is a banker. So were/are the Templars.

But Muhammad, you protest, is a GOOD banker, creating the concept of microcredit for the poor, and founding Grameen Bank which, along with Elder Yunus himself, won the 2006 Nobel Peace Prize.

Sounds great, huh? Impeccable. Unassailable, really. No negative blowback, as our Manipulators chucklingly phrase it. Pure Teflon.

Except . . . except . . . this tidbit buried in the Wikipedia profile on Elder Madhummus:

Many, but not all, microcredit projects also retain its emphasis on lending specifically to women. More than 96% of Grameen loans have gone to women, who suffer disproportionately from poverty and who are more likely than men to devote their earnings to their families.[14]

1) Women do not suffer disproportionately from poverty in my nation, and if you think they do, come on a neighborhood tour

2) Women are not more likely than men to devote their earnings to their families. Feminist NWO-UN propaganda.

To return to our Elder Muhammad, however, that model of Fair Bankerism upon whom the planet can now safely rely egalitarially, knowing, as Sir Richard Branson's Global Elders assure, they remain "independant" of special interests.

Right. Four percent of Elder Muhammad's Grameen Bank outlays go to men, ninety-six percent go to women.

Shitfire! The Global Elders' System of Equality and Nondiscrimination is exactly like America's System.

But if you read out loud to any Western audience right now that 96 percent of a bank's loans are purposely funneled to women, the audience would invariably cheer. Loudly.

We are already programmed -- fully programmed -- for The Founders and The Elders. The world awaits them with open arms and minds scrubbed squeaky kleen. Soon we can expect the commercials . . . though they will be subtle, be assured, and won't even seem like commercials.

Footnote fourteen from that charming, prophetic Wikipedia paragraph above leads to more Sophia, more of the New Global Wisdom from our Illumined Elders. Here's Elder Muhammad, expounding on the egalitarian Global Village of edenic balance between females and males (as hinted in his loan policies):

[Interviewer's name is Negus]

Yunus: If you give a small loan to a rich person, that is not categorised as micro credit. We are meaning a small loan to the poorest person.

Negus: Why do you think that this works particularly well when the people borrowing the money are mainly women?

Yunus: Because women, we saw all along the way, have longer vision, want to change their lives much more intensively.

Negus: Just Bangladeshi women or women in general?

Yunus: I think women in general. If you are born into a poor family, if you are a woman you have seen the worst of poverty. In a cultural way in the families in Bangladesh it's the women who eats last. So if you have a scarcity in the family

Negus: She misses out?

Yunus: She misses out So everything comes in the raw deal for her. So , given a chance she works very hard to make a change to improve her life. And by training she is the most efficient manager of scarce resources. Because with the little resource she has, she has to stretch it as much as she can to look after the children, look after the family and everything else..unlike men - men want to enjoy right away. Whatever he got, whatever tiny bit of thing he got he doesn't care for much what's coming up.

Negus: One of the criticisms, and you've got your critics, is that this scheme has changed the relationship between poor Bangladeshi men and women-that it has altered the relationship completely, have you found that? Is that a problem? The men can't handle the fact it's the women who are doing it?

Yunus: The way you describe it, it could be an admiration of what we've been doing -that we've improved the relationship. It's changed for the better.... In a kind of Grameen Bank way you get more stability within a family, better relations between men and women. The husband doesn't see the wife as a kind of dependant person. He starts looking at her now as a kind of partner in the family because she also has an independent source of income.

Well, it's hard to know how to address such projectile vomitus, full of chunks and shards of plain old hatred for maleness.

Right you are, there, Elder -- favoring females over males in every aspect of culture, including employment, has worked GREAT in America at getting "more stability within a family" and fostering "better relations between men and women."

Really. It's been super. Just look around. Anywhere.

A real feelgood story. Assuming, of course, one's intent is to annihilate the family itself, not to mention destroy, perhaps forever, any possiblility of trusting and loving relations between female and male on this planet -- or anywhere else, for that matter.

Yah. Your Grameen Bank Model, your Global Village Sideshow, your pandering to women's weaknesses for power and vengeance, it's been a Big Hit the past fifty years in America. Sane folk can sure see why you and the Elders and Sir Richard and George and Hilary and the Queenie and other walking talking pathologies would want to spread America's agonized death-rattle, the incredible hostility and distrust between the genders, to the balance of Creation.

OK, that about covers the Flying Monkey Elderitch Horrors I guess, except for:



Wikipedia's entry on him includes this:

During the writing and recording of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, Gabriel was approached by director William Friedkin, allegedly because Friedkin had found Gabriel's short story in the liner notes to Genesis Live interesting. Gabriel's interest in a film project with Friedkin was another contributing factor in his decision to leave Genesis.

Friedkin, of course, was director of 1973's The Exorcist, a film that, like The Wizard of Oz, had many spillovers into reality. The Exorcist horrified and enraptured American audiences because it struck at our darkest collective side: our occult/masonic bargains for wealth and power, and our matriarchal past and present, Columbia Dea, our sweet national girl, possessed by the serpent, drunk and entranced by power, writhing, overshadowed and overtaken by her pagan, satanic roots.

The Exorcist, apart from technical merits, is a work of sorcery in itself (as are all artworks, particularly visual media.) The film as Attractor enwebs all manner of creature, both by sympathy and antipathy.

For example: the film opens as Father Lankester Merrin finds an ancient statue of the demon Pazuzu during an archaeological dig near Ninevah. The ancient Biblical city of Ninevah, destroyed by Yahweh for sinful pride. Thatun. The Ninevah that's now called Mosul/Hatra, Iraq.

The Iraq where the contention currently is.

Included in Wikipedia's summary of the film is mention of subliminal imagery, particularly Captain Howdy, a cover for Pazuzu.

Along with The Exorcist and neo-Templar/pagan/lluminati/cryptocracy overtones, the other spontaneously emerging theme in these "Madeleine" posts has been the looming presence of the UN, long a bastion of feminism and purveyor of a modern pandemic, the Myth of Woman, Eternally Oppressed by Man.

And that archetypally potent MegaMyth is the de facto religion of the modern Western world -- and certainly the Global Village "spirituality" embraced and dispersed by The Founder and The Elders . . . and by ur-Founder Sir Richard Branson and his Virgin Empire.

What, in fact, is Branson's interest in Madeleine and the McCanns? Can't yet say, but it's hard to believe it doesn't involve stacking his Global Elder council with neomatriarchalists.

More to come in The Global Elders, Part II

Friday, September 07, 2007

Madeleine is Sleeping

-- illustration stolen from Ben Fairhall's blog , current post of August 26, 2007

Today -- in a "shocking twist" that only shocks the Monkeys, Kate McCann was named a suspect.

Did we mention last time the whole West Witch thing?

Hm. Ho-kay.

OK, then. Brief excursion aboard the Weirdmobile.

[P.S. the McCanns subsequently were released by Portuguese police and they returned to Britain. However, the following post is still relevant for 'synchros' and as Part III of the McCann Trinity]

. . . sorry . . . couldn't resist . . .

By CARA RUBINSKY, Associated Press Writer

Fri Sep 7, 5:55 PM ET

HARTFORD, Conn. - Author Madeleine L'Engle, whose novel "A Wrinkle in Time" has captivated generations of schoolchildren and adults since the 1960s, has died, her publicist said Friday. She was 88. L'Engle died Thursday at a nursing home in Litchfield, said Jennifer Doerr, publicity manager for publisher Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

The Newbery Medal winner wrote more than 60 books, including fantasies, poetry and memoirs, often highlighting spiritual themes and her Christian faith.

Shhh. Madeleine is sleeping.

A Wrinkle in Time is L'Engle's classic children's/adult crossover mega-hit. From the A.P. report's synopsis:

"Wrinkle" tells the story of adolescent Meg Murry, her genius little brother Charles Wallace, and their battle against evil as they search across the universe for their missing father, a scientist.

The brother and sister, helped by a young neighbor, Calvin, and some supernatural spirits, must pass through a time travel corridor (the "wrinkle in time") and overcome the ruling powers on a planet with a totalitarian government reminiscent of George Orwell's "1984."

Hm. Missing Father. Orwellian/Totalitarian government under control of ruling Powers. An M.M. protagonist/heroine. Written by L'Engle.

Ya think?

Not having investigated the McCann thing originally, I was unaware of 2002 allegations (revelations?) about sexual abuse at Lisbon's Casa Pia Orphanage involving major Portuguese officials and, supposedly, some of Portugal's "elite." (Reminiscent, of course, of yesterday's Black Whole post mentioning the Portuguese connection to Vallejo, California, and the Good Templars Orphanage in Vallejo.

Fairhall goes into great detail concerning the overt occult aspects of the "abduction."

In particular, his July post about J.K. Rowling's involvement in Maddymania explodes into meaning with the death of L'Engle, 'Angel Madeleine'.

True to form, the A.P. obit above on L'Engle includes:

L'Engle told Newsweek in 2006 that she had read one Potter book and, "It's a nice story but there's nothing underneath it. I don't want to be bothered with stuff where there's nothing underneath."

L'Engle was (is!) a Christian, and thus a follower and servant of Christ -- not of the occult, of power, or anything else.

Fairhall's comparison of Madeleine McCann's "split iris" with the logo of the Child Exploitation and Online Protection center is illustrative. He calls it an All-Seeing-Eye. Referring to her daughter's iris as a possible identifying mark, Mrs. McCann said, "We want to make the most of it, because we know her hair could potentially be cut or dyed."

In this post, Fairhall discusses Gerry McCann's "extraordinary experience" inside a Portuguese Catholic Church which inspired him to launch the global campaign. Fairhall connects the experience to P.K. Dick's VALIS encounter, and closes the post with this caption and image.

The Madeleine (Magdalene) and the Royal Arch (of Masonry). Photograph taken June 1, 2007.

VALIS, published in 1981, features in my notes to Qim Tunes, and involves a schizophrenic man's discovery of a modern Messiah -- a two-year-old omniscient girl named Sophia. All very neo-gnostic, long before Dan Brown.

Speaking of schizos and rushed transitions, fans of this blog's Manson/Ragnarok posts: melting polar ice is transforming the Northwest Passage from fable to reality.

Related reality: perhaps the major contributor to greenhouse gases/global warming is cow farts.

Yup. Moo poots.

In fact, biologist James Lovelock (of 'Gaia' fame) discussed this very fact many years ago.

It takes tremendous land-usage (and resulting degradation and pollution) to feed bovines. Beef-and-milk-production is massively wasteful.

It's our infantile appetites and demands, as usual. Nothing more, really. It's more important that we have our marbled beef and hamburgers than the planet (and we) survive. Plus the cowfarts destroy atmospheric layers.

Business. As usual.

But back to the horror at hand. One at a time, eh?

The 1961 (apparent) visions at Garabandal were the first Mary sightings and declarations covered extensively, and closely, by modern technology. Unlike the events at Fatima, the Catholic Church hasn't 'endorsed' Garabandal.

[1961 was a rare numerically reversible year, and therefore of extreme importance in sympathtic/antithetic magick, as are alphabetic palindromes. 1961 also witnessed little dynamo's first, and only, visit to Disneyland]

As the prior post, 'My Leanness, My Leanness' shows, the Church's hesitation (or refutation, though unstated -- no need to alienate gazillions of the Faithful for who Catholocism is, essentially, Mary) to authenticate Garabandal might well trace to the Masonic Hand over the Portuguese government in the early 1960s. This influence could well continue currently, covers of "democracy" notwithstanding.

"The Pines" above Garabandal

Masons, Ma's-Sons, the Dionysian Artificers, the arkwrights, etc., construct reality as well as buildings. They specialize in techno-magico-libidic demonstrations, vampiric tableaux.

Want a pre-1960s tie-in to gnosticsm/templarism/goddess-worship in Portugal? Try Henry the Navigator and the ahem Order of Christ.

Conchita's description of the encounter with the 'angel' -- and the involvement of the other girls -- has sexual overtones, following a primal- Genesis storyline full of familiar characters and plots. Pubescent girls playing in the school garden, 'sinful' apple picking, thunder, wandering sheep, stoning of the devil, the ecstatic/hyper-excited state during encounter, the post-contact crying, etc.

By two weeks, the 'Michaeline encounter' preceded the girls' trancelike 'visitations' with Mary (also announced by the angel), and occurred in a kind of rocky ravine leading to a hill called The Pines, topped with nine pine trees.

As this site suggests, the way from Garabandal, through the narrow, winding ravine, and finally up the slope to the hilltop, analogs the Catholic Crucifixion Stations. Here's a quote from the Sixth Station:

St. Irenaeus wrote a meditation which reads "Eve, by her disobedience, tied the knot of disgrace for the human race; to the contrary, Mary, by her obedience, undid it.

Central to Garabandal was the propheised "global miracle" or "permanent sign" which Conchita's claims will manifest at The Pines for all . . . teevee included! This is The Warning after which, if unheeded, will come The Punishment, also global in scope.

Was Garabandal an elaborate, hi-tech holoscam engineered by Portuguese and allied Masons, whose purposes and results were occult and telluric, running far beneath the apparent surface of piety and goodwill?

Or was it a response by authentic parties to masonry in Portugal and elsewhere, and to the re-arising of the Sea-Monster, the ancient Threat of the Deep, depicted biblically as collusion between Eve and the Serpent?

Dunno yet. Evidence ain't all in. Speculative.

But the war for this planet, for its souls -- that is neither speculative, nor new.

And it's heating up.

Inquiring minds search the heavens.

Meanwhile Madeleine sleeps, yea, She's just a baby waiting/for her tomorrow. [John Kay]

The world, in many ways, is just a sad, lost little girl. Not by the standards of individual human beings, of course. By the standards of planets.

And, despite our scientific acumen . . . do we really know what a planet is?

Does the planet?

This post's opening image is from Madeleine is Sleeping, a 2004 novel by Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum. Conveniently, this free Chapter One reports, in part:

MADELEINE STIRS in her sleep.


WHEN MADELEINE SLEEPS, Mother says, the cows give double their milk. Pansies sprout up between the floorboards. Your father loves me, but I remain slender and childless. I can hear the tumult of pears and apples falling from the trees like rain.

Smooth your sister's coverlet. Arrange her hair on the pillowcase. Be silent as saints. We do not wish to wake her.

madeleine dreams

ON DARK MORNINGS, when the church still lay in shadow, Saint Michel looked absent-minded, forlorn, penned in by the lead panes that outlined the sad slope of his jaw. She thought him by far the most heartbreaking of the saints, and occasionally yearned to squeeze the long, waxen fingers that were pressed together so impassibly as they pointed towards heaven.

He had been a prince once, whose appetite was such that he could never quite keep his mouth closed. In defiance of medieval conventions, even his portraits attest to his hunger: his lips are always ajar, teeth wetly bared, as if about to bite into his tenants' capons or cheeses or one of their firm daughters. In his castle's feasting hall, he liked to stage elaborate tableaux vivants, resurrecting the classical friezes he had seen in his travels, himself always cast as the hero or the young god, a bevy of peasant girls enlisted as dryads, pheasants and rank trout imitating eagles and dolphins.

Imagine the depravity, the priest whispers: women with nipples as large and purple as plums, birds molting, dead fish suspended from the rafters, and rising in the midst of them all, the achingly glorious Michel, oblivious to the chaos surrounding him. His vanity was unmatched!


AND THEN a PLAGUE STRUCK, a drought descended, and Michel found God.

While outside his castle walls the pestilence raged, Michel was struck by the face of the crucified Lord, preserved in a primitive icon that hung beneath the stairs. His fair face had been obliterated by tears and blood; His perfect body was desiccated and dotted with flies. Wracked by self-reproach, the prince vowed to destroy his own beauty; he surrendered himself and his lands to the monastery at Rievaulx, where he spent the rest of his days inflicting torture upon himself.

He suffered through flagellations, hair shirts, and fasting while the abbot meticulously chronicled his decline: Prince Michel can barely leave his pallet; his flesh has fallen away; repeated flaying has reopened and infected old wounds; his sackcloth has spawned monstrous lesions about his groin. It was as Michel wished. When he finally expired, his face was contorted in anguish, his loveliness effaced by tears and blood. The abbot washed the ravaged body and laid it upon its bier, but by morning the saint had been miraculously restored to perfection, his body whole and sound, his face flawless and somber. This is the Saint Michel depicted in the cathedral window. Even the devout find it difficult to remember the suffering he endured.

I should have loved him more, she thought, if he had remained mutilated.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

My Leanness, My Leanness (Colony Collapse Disorder)

'Lo and Behold'

(R. Zimmerman)

You must leave now, take what you need you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Cryin' like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' thru
And it's all over now baby blue

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawin' crazy patterns on your sheets.
The sky too is foldin' over you
And it's all over now, baby blue

All your seasick sailors they are rowin' home
Your empty handed army is all goin' home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet too is movin' under you
And it's all over now baby blue

Don't always like what Bob does but respect him: the same guy who could write, perform, and believe in "Hurricane" wrote, performed, and believed in masked and anonymous (w/Larry Charles).

Getting stuck in one mindframe, one certainty, one ideology, is death -- death spreading from the individual to the nation and world.

When conditions around him changed, instead of clinging autocratically to his so-called leftism (which of course he never endorsed nor embraced), Bob nailed cultural and spiritual real-time America in masked. The film is massively Politically Incorrect. It's also superb in conception and execution, a model of great film production on a shoestring budget.

Having Bobs along didn't hurt, and the acting and background cinematographic subplots are amazing. Little wonder the film was misunderstood and ignored, however. Bob, darling of the pseudo-rad Sixties Left, makes a movie revealing the hypocrisy, failure, and horrible consequences (however unintended) of the 'Revolution'.

A hundred-million people, trusting Bob's civil-rights credentials, get their comfy, smarmy ontological rugs yanked out from below.

Bob isn't on anybody's "side." He's on the "side" of whoever, at any particular time, needs it.

Whether individual or nation, refusing to change one's worldview and bearings despited revealed reality is psychotic and self-annihilating: the death impulse.

You're either busy being born, or busy dying

(U No Who)


WASHINGTON (Reuters) - A newly discovered virus may be killing bees or may be making some bees vulnerable enough to disappear, U.S. researchers reported on Thursday. . . .

CCD hit an estimated 23 percent of all beekeeping operations in the United States during the winter of 2006-7. "These beekeepers lost an average of 45 percent of their operations," the researchers wrote in their report, published in the journal Science.

Beekeepers do not find bees dead -- they simply find the hives nearly empty, with the queens alone and workers gone.



That's sciencespeak for We Ain't Got Kloo One or Two.

Be comforted that Almitee Science will propound manifold theories about this, but here's Reality, in two acts:

1) Colony Collapse Disorder (like it's PMS or something!) affected 23 percent of US bee ops last year;

2) Hives nearly empty, queen alone, workers split.

No need to belabor the point, hmm?

Nature speaketh. The rift in the fabric between human male and female redounds through Creation. It's never been otherwise, and never could be.

Symbolically, the bee is usually identified with the youthful female/feminine, i.e., the Nymph, Kore, etc., and secondarily, fermentation and drunkenness.

The human girl, thus, literally incorporates the nymphic aspects of the natural world, particularly the faunal kingdom.

To re-emphasize: these processes are absolutely real, as real as anything science has ever "discovered." That these levels of reality are largely unknown in the modern world in no way dimishes their potency or immanence.

The Minoan-Mycenean priestesses of the Virgin/Great Goddess/Pure Mother Bee were called Melissa ('bee' probably diminutive). Thus, the connection extends back to the period of the transitional matriarchies. (Bronze Age, 2700 - 1450 B.C.) [I've shit-canned all that 'Common Era' crap!]

Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (Lord, Lord)

Will you hide the dead man's ghost

Or will he lie beneath the clay

Or will his spirit fall away?

But I know that he won't stay

without Melissa

(G. Allman)

"Artists" don't usually know quite why, or how, they come up with the good stuff, nor do they always know what it, well, means most.

From a strictly personalistic sense, Melissa concerns Duane Allman's departure. Revealingly, however, Gregg Allman says:

And about 200 songs later - much garbage to take out - I wrote this song called 'Melissa.' And I had everything but the title. I thought (referring to lyrics): 'But back home, we always run... to sweet Barbara' - no. Diane...? We always run... to sweet Bertha.' No, so I just kind of put it away for a while. So one night I was in the grocery store - it was my turn to go get the tea, the coffee, the sugar and all that other s--t... and there was this Spanish lady there and she had this little toddler with her - this little girl. And I'm sitting there, getting a few things and what have you. And this little girl takes off, running down the aisle. And the lady yells, Oh, Melissa! Melissa, come back, Melissa!' And I went, 'Oh - that's it.' I forgot about half the stuff I went for, I went back home and, man, it was finished. . . .

Now, folks, if you still think these things are accidents, please see me about shares in Uranus.


So -- speaking of hiveminds, melissas, and occult operations:

I haven't followed the Maddy McCann business closely, but one thing I learned very recently was that, three weeks post-abduction (or whatever), the McCanns had visited Fatima, Portugal.

Yup. 1917 Marian Visitation Fatima Portugal. That one.

"Portugal" is currently on the Heavy Watch Shit List, for reasons enumerated in prior posts, particularly psycho-spiritual astuteness across generations, always a dangerous quantity. Portugal has an intimate gig with Mary -- and perhaps with Mariolatry, especially in light of its history with Templarism via the "Order of Christ," and with other goddess-cults.

Wikipedia informs of a fact of which I was heretofore unaware:

Fatima is not without controversy. The apparitions occurred during a period when Freemasons had gained influence in Portugal and attempted to limit the power of the Catholic Church following the republican revolution of October 5, 1910. Many Catholics felt persecuted, leading to a polarization of Portuguese society between the largely urban liberals and the largely rural and more conservative Catholics.

Now, I'm not claiming that the 1917 Fatima visitation was phony. I'm just looking.

Wikipedia continues:

Following the rise of the counter-revolutionaries in the military revolution of 1926, under General Óscar Carmona, the newly re-established government, and especially that of Prof. António de Oliveira Salazar, devotion to Our Lady of Fatima was no longer semi-forbidden. In fact, it became rather encouraged, being one of the three anecdotal elements of popular Portuguese nationalism: "Fado, Fatima, and Futbol" (commonly referred to as "the three F's").

"Futbol" is soccer. "Fado" is a mournful style of Portuguese guitar music. The word translates as "destiny" or "fate." Fatima is Fatima -- but, especially in a Catholicism supposedly worshipping Jesus as representative of the Father, here it is strangely identified as a mix of "religion" and popular nationalism.

Folks, religion is religion. It ain't nationalism, or tacos, or anything else.

V suspicious . . . reminds me that Hurricane Wilma suggest the 'Will of Ma," as Fatima suggests the Fate, or perhaps Command, of Ma.

It gets Erk-ier:

In 1992 details relating to the apparitions, which had previously been unreleased, were finally revealed. A priest who had interviewed the children at the time of the apparitions reported their description of the Lady wearing a short skirt, earrings and a necklace with a medallion. This did not accord with the norms of modesty expected of the Blessed Virgin and was not included in the official reports at the time.
In the Documentação Crítica de Fátima, Doc. 2, pp. 11–12 Cónego Formigão, who also participated in the inquiries, said:

"Jacinta declares that Our Lady's dress goes down only to her knees. Our Lady can only appear dressed, obviously, in the most decent and modest way. The dress would have to come down to her feet. Any other way constitutes the most serious obstacle to the supernaturalism of the apparition and makes us think that it is a mystification prepared by the Spirit of Darkness. But how can we explain the belief of so many thousands of people, their living faith and burning piety, the modesty and the composure they show in all their acts, the silence and behavior of the crowd, the numerous and astonishing conversions caused by the events, the appearance of extraordinary signs in the sky and on the earth, verified by thousands of witnesses? How can we explain, I repeat, all these facts and conciliate them with divine providence and the laws that rule the supernatural world, above all after the establishment of Christianity, if the Demon is the cause of such events? (Documentação, Doc. 7, pp. 66–67, cited in Armada and Fernandes, p. 190)

Uh oh.

Ear-rings. Short skirt. Medallion?!! [see 'Low and Behold' supra -- Bob's Figure in Red absolutely could be female -- it's ambiguous]

Torpedo off the port bow.

BTW, forgot to mention in the last post re the Zodiac: Portuguese people historically had various holdings in and around the Vallejo area -- particularly the Old Borges Ranch(es).

Coincidence no dowt.

BTW again forgot oops, around the end of the Nineteenth Century, the city of Vallejo hosted, upon a prominent hilltop, the Good Templars Orphange (called at another net location the "Good Serpent's Orphanage.")

Holding this and the McCann visit in mind, we turn rather tremulously to:

Conchita's Diary from the 1961-65 Marian/Michaeline visions in Garabandal, Spain -- not so removed from Portugal.

[Notice the 'we' above, in case all this shit goes Rong, then i'll have somebody else to blame]

[Good nogprosticatin' eh?]

As is other visitations, Garabandal included 'paranormal phenomena' witnessed by many. It's a tuff grok for most folks, but all manner of 'paranormal phenomena' is indeed possible, and yr umble servant is not guessing.

Question is: who or what is the origin of that phenomena?

Garabandal: four adolescent Spanish peasant girls sneak off on a frolic to pick apples (yep apples!), and Conchita's Diary reports:

The four of us remained alone; and giving it more thought, the four of us returned to pick apples.

While we were having a good time, we heard the voice of the school teacher, who, on seeing the branches moving so much, thought it was the sheep, and said to his wife Concesa:

─ Go to the garden, the sheep are wandering near the apple tree!

Hearing this, we burst out laughing. When we had filled our pockets, we hurried off to eat the apples more at peace in the path, that is in the calleja. [This is the rocky road that goes from the village to a grove of pine trees.]

When we were enjoying ourselves eating the apples, we heard a loud noise like thunder [It is interesting to recall that in Fátima, a little before the first apparition of the Angel of Peace, the shepherd children heard a noise like thunder].

And we all shouted out:

─ It seems to be thundering!

This happened at 8:30 at night [The “Great Miracle” announced for Garabandal will also happen at eight thirty at night].

When we had finished eating the apples I said:

─ Oh, what a shame! Now that we’ve picked the apples, which didn’t belong to us, the Devil will be pleased and the poor Guardian Angel will be unhappy.

Then we began to gather stones and threw them with all our strength to the left side, where the Devil is said to be.

When we got tired of throwing stones, and were more content, we began to play marbles with the stones.

Suddenly a very beautiful figure appeared to me, shining brilliantly without hurting my eyes. The other girls—Jacinta, Loli, and Mari Cruz—on seeing me in that state, thought I was having an attack, since I was saying with my hands joined together: “Oh!... Oh!... Oh!” As they were going to call my mother, they found themselves in the same state as I was and they shouted together: “Oh, an Angel!”

Then there was a short silence among the four of us... and he suddenly disappeared. And, returning to normal, and very frightened, we ran toward the Church—on the way passing the dance that was going on in the village.

Then a girl named Pili González, said to us:

─ How white and frightened you are! Where are you comimg from?
Very ashamed in confessing the truth, we said to her:

─ From picking apples! [The Vision seems to have accentuated the intense remorse and repentence the girls felt.].

And then she said:

─ For that… you are coming like this?

We all answered together:

─ It is because we’ve seen an Angel!

She said:

─ Is that true...?

We: Yes, yes... and we continued on our way in the direction of the Church. The girl told this to the others.

Once at the door of the Church, and thinking it over better, we went behind it to cry. We met some young girls who were playing and when they saw us crying they asked us:

─ Why are you crying?

We told them:


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Seems pretty straightforward, in a Vision kinda way.

As reported, however -- and there's little reason to doubt the actual reportage of the girl -- it has questionable undertones, that also could be interpreted as "Masonic signatures."

For example, the Masonic degree of the 'Holy Guardian Angel' would correspond, here, to the Guardian Angel potentially displeased at stolen apples. The events and expulsions from the Garden in Genesis obviously match.

Note also the strange reference to the 'poor' Guardian Angel. Remember -- these are rural village children in the early 1960s. And they're calling the angel poor.

I'll leave the reader to draw conclusions about the balance of the excerpt above, and will only add this: most occult operations are sexual/libidic manipulations, in one form or another. The more unconscious the operation is, and the more unconscious the participants are, the more powerful the effect, and the easier it is to direct or channel the effect to one's purposes.

In a brief scene from Coppola's 1992 film, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Abraham van Helsing (Anthony Hopkins) is summoned for, essentially, exorcism duties, amidst which he finds time for elsewise.

Mina and Lucy, two girls, chatter in a fountained garden. Suddenly, thunder erupts, a spattering of droplets fall, and the girls, giggling and delighted, turn their faces upwards.

The camera's P.O.V. flashes to a huge intense face in the stormy sky, gazing down with a strange look of, perhaps, concentration. It's the face of the exorcist, the vampire-hunter, van Helsing.

Keanu Reaves plays the male lead, Jonathan Harker.


The burden of the desert of the sea. As whirlwinds in the south pass through; so it cometh from the desert, from a terrible land.

A grievous vision is declared unto me; the treacherous dealer dealeth treacherously, and the spoiler spoileth. Go up, O Elam: besiege, O Media; all the sighing thereof have I made to cease.

Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.

-- Isaiah 21:1-3

Two final items I couldn't pass up:

Tiger Woods is perhaps the most prominent celebrity member of the Jupiter Island community (mentioned in the previous post concerning the path of Hurricane Wilma.)

Capping the avaritic theme, under Sign of the Times, a New Age bookstore owner, after making a pact with the "multiple gods associated with Wiccan belief" won 330 million dollars in a lottery.

On Sunday, September 2, Elwood 'Bunky' Bartlett, who administers reiki (RAY'kee) healing treatments and presides over Dragon Koffee Klatches, received his reward.


From the uttermost part of the earth have we heard songs, even glory to the righteous. But I said, My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me! the treacherous dealers have dealt treacherously; yea, the treacherous dealers have dealt very treacherously

Isaiah 24:16