Abominolation

Ono to unveil peace tower in Iceland







By GUDJON HELGASON, Associated Press Writer Tue Oct 9, 9:42 AM ET





REYKJAVIK, Iceland - Yoko Ono urged the world to give peace a chance with the unveiling Tuesday of the Imagine Peace Tower on Videy island on what would have been husband John Lennon's 67th birthday. . . .




The tower is a stories-tall beam of light that will radiate from a wishing well bearing the words "imagine peace" in 24 languages. The plan is for the tower to be lit each year between Oct. 9 and Dec. 8. . . .




Ono, 74, has said that she came up with the concept for the light tower in 1965, and that Lennon was interested.




"This is the biggest birthday present I gave to John," she told The Associated Press last month. "He's very, very happy about it, I know."





Ono said she chose Iceland, the world's northernmost country, because it is a very eco-friendly country that relies on geothermal energy.




"It's so beautiful," she said. "There's a certain strangeness to it. I would like to say it's magical."





[Note author's name -- Good John Hell Gas On . . . On was one name for the city of Heliopolis in ancient Egypt; it also suffixes Babylon.]






A Fox News account of the upcoming event from 9/27/07 includes this:





"I was collecting the wishes for world peace, of course," she said. "I thought: `I have to put them in a tower or something ... a peace tower.""





Oh! Oh, yeah, right, hon. A Peace Tower. That's where you'd put, ah, "them."





All of them, wouldn't you, dearie? Aggrieved Victim, perilous snake, goddess-ette that you are. Lock them in The Tower, and their little dog too.





How's the Egyptian Artifact Collection coming along, Ms. Love-In?



Below is a quote from our post of November 9, 2005. That post , focusing on Dragonlady Ono, is required reading to grok fully the information following. (The post, titled Love Hertz, Chapter 27: Yoko is God! is about halfway down the linked page. The connection between electromagnetism (hertz) and Yoko's interests are explicated in that post, and further below.)





PLAYBOY: To what extent do you play the game without getting caught up in it -- money for the sake of money, in other words?



ONO: There is a limit. It would probably be parallel to our level of security. Do you know what I mean? I mean the emotional-security level as well.



PLAYBOY: Has it reached that level yet?





ONO: No, not yet. I don't know. It might have.





PLAYBOY: You mean with $150,000,000? Is that an accurate estimate?




ONO: I don't know what we have. It becomes so complex that you need to have ten accountants working for two years to find out what you have. But let's say that we feel more comfortable now.





PLAYBOY: How have you chosen to invest your money?




ONO: To make money, you have to spend money. But if you are going to make money, you have to make it with love. I love Egyptian art. I make sure to get all the Egyptian things, not for their value but for their magic power.





Well shitfire. Make money with love. Sorta like Chevy Trucks: An American Revolution!





So that's what love is for! [L.D. slams palm into forehead.]




Little dynamo cannot understand why The Global Elders haven't already embraced Peace Egalitarian Oh No as their Second Ambassador (Oprah being The First, of course, as she's even more gluttonously wealthy and demented by hate.)

The Love Hertz post cited above also contains this:

Jesus is perfoming a kind of mass-exorcism on his fallen generation, through the temporal vehicles of the Wicked Priests ("Pharisees") and the transtemporal, or atemporal, vehicles of the "seven wicked spirits" -- both groups not only maintaining, but increasing power sevenfold during the intervening millennia. Likewise, the beast of the Book of Revelation is seven-headed, and thus hydra-like.)

it's critical that Jesus' exorcism operates both inside and outside of time, because the beast is atemporal

magnification of evil in the endtimes via the "seven spirits" or "powers" carries strong devolutionary overtones ("the last state of that man is worse than the first")

Seven-headed Hydra, seven planetary "rulers," seven-levelled underworld, seven-tiered Tower of Babylon.

The Imagine Peace Tower setting in the extreme north latitudes of Vioey, Iceland, recall prior posts herein concerning the "Beast from the North" and Charles Manson's occult leviathan, the Arctic Sea Basilisk, or Cockatrice. The beast, like American Masonry, hatches around Columbia, South Carolina, mushrooming into Full Screech amidst the Arctic. (See prior posts, including Ragna Rok and Man Son Roll for more info.)



























Paul Harding's Iceland reports:




The tiny island of Vioey (Wood Island) . . . is actually the tip of a long-extinct volcano . . . the town has figured prominently in the history of Reykjavik and Iceland. Vioey was originally part of the estate of Iceland's first settler, Ingolfer Arnarson, and an Augustinian monastery operated here from 1226 to 1539, when it was sacked by Danish Lutherans.




Iceland's last Catholic Bishop, Jon Arason, seized the land by force in 1550 and built the fort Virkio to protect the island, but he was captured and beheaded during the Reformation and Vioey became crown property. [emphasis added]


The sheriff Skuli Magnuson built the stone mansion Vioeyjarstofa here in 1751 . . . the house is the oldest stone building in Iceland and now houses an upmarket gourmet restaurant. The wooden Vioey church was constructed in 1774 and still contains all its original fittings.




Over the next few centuries, Vioey was home to Iceland's first printing press, and then a small fishing cooperative before it was donated to the city of Reykjavik in 1986, on the 200th anniversary of its municipal charter.





Harding goes on to discuss a monument to Sheriff Skuli and a "tiny grotto" called Paradishellir (Paradise Cave.) He also mentions basalt columns on Vioey Island. And, obviously, the guiding mythos on this site has been Ragnarok/Norse.







Ok whaddawegot? Paradise Cave was just mentioned herein as the illusory "Cave of Treasures" assoicated with Egyptian magick, necromancy, and Belial/Faerie Queene. So was basalt, the stone used to represent the Sons of Darkness in the Jerusalem Qumran exhibit. Grottoes ditto, see posts on Garabandal etc.





Sheriff Skuli = Skull Island, of which two exist in Washinton State, and one in Kongian fiction. Skull-and-Bones also, obviously.





"Ingolfer Arnarson" sounds like a cross between Tolkein's Elvish and Numenorean Kings (both races, btw, inhabited "Island Kingdoms") -- one prominent, ancient Elfking was Fingolfin, for example, and a recent post discussed gol prefixes and roots.





The name also suggets mega-golfer Arnold Palmer who just happens to be . . . waiiiit, now, waiiiiit for iiiiiittt . . .




Yup: Old Arnie -- 33rd degree, Loyalhanna Lodge No. 275, Latrobe PA





Palm-er . . . hmm . . . welcomed Jesus? . . . oh well, no time for it now . . . .











Ennyway, Tolkien or no, this isn't "PBS Booknook" or Valinor. The Peace Tower is decidedly nonfictional, temporal, and queasy -- tho it might be a fantasy, dubble-time.







The Radiating Peace Tower switches on today, and you have not been consulted. Might be illuminated, tho! :O)





Three centuries of Augustinian monks. Then the Catholic Bishop -- the last Catholic Bishop -- clutches vulcan's corona like Masada's pate, before being sniffed out and beheaded by the English Crown.






Our pal Shurruf Skuli turns out -- wonders unceasing! -- to have been a stone mason . . . built him a Mason Mansion on Old Wood Island, did he.






For the original Vioey church, however -- the one now, uh, vacant of pastorage -- wood was good enough. Built in 1774, it still contains all its original fittings.






How about that.







Iceland's coat-of-arms is the red-and-white Templar Cross, and its flag is the same Templar Cross, offset -- unsurprising, given significant Templar exploration and navigation in the North Atlantic and Arctic long before the founding of America.


















































Iceland is also an axis, a central terminus, a geo-vulco-magnetic hub of the principal planetary spine, the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, that vast undersea mountain range that looks for all the world like the spine of a creature, thrown down and long buried -- not in the abyss, but beneath it. Perhaps Iceland is the overt (as opposed to occult) organizational node, the surfaced evolution, of the Ridge Reptile -- it's midbrain, pons, medulla, cerebellum . . . possibly the creature's entire brain structure. Not like Lovecraft's Cthulhu.





Just plain old Cthulhu. Bigger-than-life. MUCH bigger.





























Now the Mid-Atlantic Ridge Reptile sports a shiny new Imagine Peace Tower. One glance at the photo below tells you what kind of Peace you'll be Imagining (and only imagining.)




























Do you know that some day you have to pay, man?
Have you anything to say, man,
except"make no mistake about it,
I'm the president, you hear?
I wanna make one thing clear,
I'm the president, you hear?

"Woman power! (woman power!)Woman power! (woman power!)


You don't hear them singing songs,
You don't see them living life,
'cause they've got nothing to say,
but"make no mistake about it,
I'm the president, you hear?
I wanna make one thing clear,
I'm the president, you hear?



"Woman power! (woman power!) Woman power! (woman power!)
Woman power! (woman power!)Woman power! (woman power!)Woman power!Woman power!Woman power! (woman power!)(woman power!)(woman power!)(woman power!)(woman power!)(woman power!)(woman power!)(woman power!)(woman power!)(woman power!)


"Woman Power" (Yoko Ono)





She's right, too. She IS the President.


She's the Congress and the Military and the Courts and the Cops and the Corporations too. Most of us pretend she isn't.



But she damn well is.



Jesus knew it. Shame on this upside-down, crucifying world. Here, darkness is called light. A prison tower is called Peace.




Why would Yoko Ono, Egyptian artifact snatcher, real estate tycooness, ardent feminist and matriarchalist, and spooky reptile-lookin' bee-eyed dragonlady, construct a Tower on possibly the hottest, most volatile and energized soil on Earth?




Yoko's Icelandic Imagine Peace Tower is as artificial as her intentions.


More "Eldering" methinks.





Preparations, preparations. Busy is the Bee.

The unity of humanity -- united under Lucifer, that is -- allied with powerful occult Architecture (sorcery) mandated the destruction of the Babylonian Tower.

The lesson is not complex. Heaven ain't for forcing, and human beings are not God.

Nor is Lucifer.

Global Elders and the East Witch, up from the starry abyss. Spinning houses will take thy measure.