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

The Daily Rag: Cuba cubed

OK here's the "Cuba hit," from yesterday's post -- right on schedule

trippy . . .

even for an old hippy!

quite a difference in disaster preparedness -- not to mention leadership response and performance -- between the U.S. and Cuba

no wonder Cuba got the baleful stare and venom!


Cuba Rescues 250 Flood Victims From Wilma

By ANITA SNOW, Associated Press Writer

Mon Oct 24, 1:19 PM ET

HAVANA - Scuba diving teams in inflatable rafts pulled nearly 250 people from their flooded homes early Monday after massive waves churned by Hurricane Wilma flooded the capital's Malecon coastal highway and adjacent neighborhoods of old, crumbling buildings.

The communist-government's Revolutionary Armed Forces were also using amphibious vehicles to rescue people whose homes were flooded by more than 3 feet of water when the ocean penetrated more than four large city blocks into Havana's coast.

"We're amazed," resident Laura Gonzalez-Cueto said as she watched divers transporting small groups of people in the black inflatable rafts with outboard motors.

"Since early today, the water has come all the way up to Linea and Paseo," said Gonzalez-Cueto, referring to a major thoroughfare four blocks from the coast.

The outer bands of Wilma also drenched western Cuba and flooded evacuated communities along the island's southern coast after the hurricane clobbered Mexico's Yucatan Peninsula. The extent of damage in Cuba's north was not immediately known.

Late Sunday, Cuban President Fidel Castro appeared on a television program to calm Cubans anticipating increased winds and flooding as Wilma passed overhead en route to southwestern Florida. He also offered Cuban doctors to Mexico to help the neighboring nation recover from the natural disaster.

Castro praised the island's efficiency in hurricane preparation, saying that despite scarce resources, Cuba has become internationally recognized as "a model country that protects the lives of its citizens."
Cuba prides itself on saving lives during hurricanes, and its civil defense plans have been held up by the United Nations' as a model for other nations. Mandatory, widespread evacuations are common and face little resistance.

The government in recent days evacuated more than 625,000 people, particularly in the island's west.

Guanimar, a small fishing village of brightly painted wooden houses due south of Havana, was under water Sunday, with floodwaters as high as 3 feet in some places. The community frequently floods during hurricanes and its several hundred residents were evacuated as a precaution.


[today is Tuesday, October 25, and partly because of the last paragraph in the story below, I've appended this Reuters wire to the post above]

Mormon missions leave Venezuela over safety worries

By Patrick Markey

Tue Oct 25, 7:41 PM ET

CARACAS, Venezuela (Reuters) - More than 200 Mormon missionaries have left Venezuela due to security worries two weeks after President Hugo Chavez ordered a U.S. evangelist group expelled for spying, U.S. officials said on Tuesday.


U.S. Ambassador to Caracas William Brownfield said the Mormons left Venezuela at the weekend, a fortnight after Chavez ordered out the New Tribes Mission evangelists on charges they were linked to the
CIA and had abused indigenous groups.

"Most of them, almost 100 percent, are young between 18 and 19 years old and they decided that the security issue was a little complicated," Brownfield told reporters.

"Hopefully this doesn't produce an image or perception that there is a lack of tolerance in Venezuela because that would be the wrong image," he said.

A U.S. Embassy official confirmed 219 missionaries had left Venezuela.
Chavez, a self-styled socialist who often attacks the U.S. government and its foreign policies, briefly suspended foreign missionary permits in August after conservative U.S. evangelist Pat Robertson called on Washington to assassinate him.

His government ordered the New Tribes Mission to leave Venezuela a few days after Robertson again attacked Chavez, accusing him of funding Osama Bin Laden and seeking atomic material from
Iran.

Venezuela dismissed the charges as absurd.

U.S. officials have rejected the New Tribes Mission spying charges and urged dialogue with the group. Authorities have not said when its members would have to leave Venezuela.

The Florida-based Christian evangelists have worked in Venezuela for 59 years preaching to Indian groups and translating scriptures into their native languages.

The mission incidents are the latest to test fraying relations between United States and Venezuela, the world's No. 5 oil exporter and a key supplier of petroleum and fuel to the huge U.S. market.

A former army officer elected in 1998, Chavez has promised to bring revolution to Venezuela with reforms for the poor. He says his policies are an alternative to failed U.S. capitalism and accuses Washington of plotting his overthrow.

U.S. officials have repeatedly denied those accusations as propaganda aimed at his power base among the poor. They charge Chavez and his ally Cuban leader Fidel Castro are trying to undermine democratic governments in the region.

Same Old Same Old Rag

OK well, looks like the whole Ragnarok Business (see post of 10/5 though revisions are ongoing) ain't Going Away, big surprise there, eh?

Apologies to my Reader (and yes, my blogtracker confirms there is only uno!) for Even More Boring Links to Various Shit concerning that post

So here ya go Dear Reader, wherever and whoever you are, thanks alot Mom!!


This one's from today:

Girl May Lose Arm After School Snake Bite

Sun Oct 23,12:52 PM ET

POTTSTOWN, Pa. - A 14-year-old girl may lose her arm after being bitten by a poisonous copperhead snake at school, authorities said.

The snake was caught in Valley Forge by a 17-year-old male student, who took it in a shoebox to a drama club gathering at St. Pius X High School on Friday, Lower Pottsgrove Police Chief Ray Bechtel said. No regular classes were held that day, which was designated for staff development.
The boy was showing the reptile to other students when it bit the girl's finger, Bechtel said.


Yup, that'd be THE Valley Forge of Revolutionary War fame etc. -- the name also carries infernal/vulcanic connotations, doubly so given this incident occurred at a Catholic H.S.

"Bechtel," of course, is the name of one of the most powerful international corporations on the planet, with mucho military/industrial/intelligence involvement


The girl, whose name was not released by police, apparently threw the snake across the room and the boy threw it outside. The snake was not found, but authorities were able to identify it because the boy photographed it with his camera cellphone, said Bechtel.

The victim was treated at Pottstown Memorial Medical Center about 45 minutes after being bitten, he said.

"The doctors said if it had been a half-hour longer she would likely have been dead," said Bechtel.

However, police said she could still lose her arm.

Police did not have an update on the girl's condition Sunday. She had been in very serious condition at Hershey Medical Center.

No charges were filed but police said they were investigating.

Copperhead snake bites are typically not fatal but are extremely painful and may cause extensive scarring and loss of limb use, according to the North Carolina Cooperative Extension of North Carolina State University.

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This one is included mainly for location -- Martinez, CA is just across the Carquinez Straits from Vallejo, a town figuring prominently in the Zodiac's activities, and along with sister-city Napa, in other occult events


Vitale Suspect Discussed Satan at School

by Michelle Locke, Associated Press Writer


MARTINEZ, Calif. Oct 21, 2005 — The teenager arrested in the slaying of a prominent defense attorney's wife once drew a pentagram on the ground at school and told other students he was reading from the book of Satan, according to former classmates.

Authorities would not identify the 16-year-old, but the boy's name was widely publicized after his arrest late Wednesday. Police were still working to determine a motive for the beating death of Pamela Vitale, the wife of lawyer and TV legal pundit Daniel Horowitz.

"Although we have a suspect, the investigation is still going on," sheriff's spokesman Jimmy Lee said.

Vitale, 52, was slain over the weekend at the hilltop estate where the couple were building their dream home in the wealthy San Francisco suburb of Lafayette. The teenager lived down the hill on a remote canyon road.

Ivan Golde, a friend of Horowitz and his co-counsel, said Horowitz didn't know the teen well.

"Dan knew the family somewhat but he didn't really know this kid. He had no connection to this kid," Golde told NBC's "Today" show Friday.

The suspect was described as a quiet student at Acalanes High School in Lafayette, where he stood out because of his attire.

"He was really gothic, always wore a long, dark jacket," said Kevin Etheridge, 16. "He'd hang out with a few kids, but he was pretty quiet, pretty much to himself."

Another student remembered him drawing a pentagram on the ground with chalk in junior high school and dancing around it with other students.

"He told people the book that he was carrying and reading from was the book of Satan," Keith Kingon said.


Kingon (?!) is an erk-y name, as is "Vitale" in the context of a killing with potential occult overtones -- the object of necromantic sorcery being the "capture" of a being's "vital essence" (or, as Zodiac puts it, a "paradice slave").


A man at the house where the suspect lived declined to comment Thursday as goats and chickens wandered around the property. A potbelly stove, a bathtub and dozens of baseballs littered the yard.


A strange ensemble, like a Raymond Carver short-story setting. The goat is pretty obvious from an occult p.o.v., and the chickens suggest the cockatrice.


The San Francisco Chronicle, citing an unidentified law enforcement source, reported that investigators believe the killing was related to a scheme that involved using stolen credit card numbers to fund a marijuana-growing operation.

The source said the boy had ordered equipment for the pot operation and mistakenly thought the supplies were delivered to Horowitz and Vitale's home, the newspaper reported on its Web site.

The teen went there Saturday looking for the equipment and got in a fight with Vitale, striking her dozens of times in the head with a piece of molding that was left behind at the scene, according to the source.

The boy apparently had scratches on his arms and legs from the fight, the newspaper reported.

If the boy is convicted of murder as an adult, he would face up to life in prison. If convicted as a juvenile, he would be freed on his 25th birthday. He is too young to face the death penalty.

Horowitz said he discovered his wife's body when he returned home after working on the case of Susan Polk, a woman accused of stabbing to death her therapist husband.

"She fought back very hard. That was very obvious from the scene," he said Wednesday, adding that his wife had a head wound.

Vitale, 52, worked part-time for her husband's law firm and had been in the front row of the courtroom during opening statements.

Horowitz rose to national prominence as a cable news commentator during the Scott Peterson murder trial. He was in seclusion Thursday as Vitale's memorial service was held in a private graveyard ceremony.

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Finally, here's a photo of Hurricane Wilma (yes, yes, like Fred Flintstone screaming Wiiiiii-llllmaaa! as his CaveCat tosses him out his own front door).

Wilma also suggests the "Will of Ma" . . . just a coincidence, I'm shore. . . .



Compare Wilma's image (left) with Charles Manson's "Christmas Day 2000" artwork, presented again below. (It helps to copy these images into word-processing/imaging software to enhance detail.)




















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.

Rather rarely for an Invertebrate, lol -- the entity appears to have a backbone, in fairly distinguishable disc-like segments (one might even say Bone-Ring segments!) becoming more distinct as they near the "head."

. . . and what a Head it is! the southern half of the State of Florida, no less! . . . with Lake Okeechohee (Seminole for "big water") as the Serpent's Eye, and the Florida Keys its extended tongue and/or spitted venom!

Will-Ma seems to stare directly at Havana, Cuba -- not good news for Fidel, perhaps . . . and the coiled posture infers immediacy and potential threat (obviously, not necessarily in a merely meteorological sense).

The hurricane appears to realize a potential theretofore embodied only partially: Wilma is a real-time, transient, "profane" alliance of air and water activating or reviving the long-standing, "sacred" head or brain of the serpent -- the much more permanent, and therefore potent, landmass.

The temporary event of the hurricane reveals not only the short-term geopolitical conflict (U.S. vs Cuba), but also suggests an extremely long-term antagonism between the two landmass segments. The "head" of Will-Ma the Snake has both an ideo-political connection to American matriarchy, and a geo-political connection to Western oligarchic interests (i.e., the military-industrial complex has a male superstructure or facade, but female/matriarchal underpinnings).

In the pre-Columbian/shamanic p.o.v., of course, all facets of the natural world are assumed alive and conscious, with "places" and especially "landmarks" possessing and exhibiting distinct and ancient personalities. This feels alien, impossible, antithetical, and real skeery to the modern, rationalistic mind -- which is predictable and proper, given that the modern egoic mind/individual personality WAS and IS a "distancing" and differentiation FROM collective, shamanic, or -- dare we say? -- uroboric consciousness.

However, there is nothing intrinsically antithetical about the individual and collective states, and nothing irresolvable about Science and magic. Paradox is not equivalent to irreconcilable difference, and it is the destiny of the human mind to return to its collective roots without relinquishing egoic functioning.

Think not?

Then have another look at Will-Ma . . . 'cause methinks she's been looking at you!

:O)

The Crystalinks Rag

"Godzilla"

And Noah went in, and his sons, and his wife, and his sons' wives with him, into the ark, because of the waters of the flood.

-- Genesis 7:7

The Ragnarok theme -- like the Great Serpent itself -- doesn't seem to want to go away.The latest Sighting, datelined November 10, is of:

. . . the remains of a fierce sea monster that terrorized Pacific waters in the age of the dinosaurs. The researchers are calling it Godzilla after the legendary movie monster, but it really was an ancestor of modern crocodiles.


"Terrorized Pacific waters" . . . big HMM . . .

So the, uh, sub-theme keeps bobbing up multiform through the Ether Sea: here as Yoko Ono, there as Godzilla, and now as new-age internet superstar Ellie from the Crystalinks website.

Is Ellie of Crystalinks really Godzilla?

Maybe she already told us. Read on.

Among other titles, Ellie self-describes as a "Reiki Master," "Psychic," and "Therapist."

Very impressive!

Physician: heal thyself.

Today's post parallels my uproariously unpopular November 9 blogpost "Love Hertz, Chapter 27: Yoko is God" (don't even claim you read it, I have cybertrail hit-counts!)

In that blogong of silence, "progressive" artiste and real-estate-whiz Yoko Oh No stripped off her thin cortices and revealed a phat pons and medulla -- not to mention a reptilian countenance that'd freeze sunshine.

O! she's a Hindbrain Honey, fulla blather about "social justice," but bee neeth . . .

another Predator Princess

LOL!

Whew baybee!

Today a Crystalinks page turned up that perhaps dovetails -- make that dragontails -- with motherhydra Yoko and her Rising Sisterhood.

Ellie's Halloween Week 2005 page is chock-fullo revelations to herself, many of which she avoids or attempts to deflect. By cultural comparison, however, the page at least attempts self-exorcism, with Ellie calling up the beest in herself, if not with mucho gusto.

:O)

She faces her kali (if only kinda sideways! lol), but, in the end, can't quite confront the implications of her own dreams, investigations, and "synchronicities."

But unlike Yoko, Ellie tries -- and that's a good sign, if belated, for Ellie, and for this sad sad rock.

The page opens with Ellie recounting a "dream" concerning a loss, or falsification, of her own identity.

Klue Gnumero Uknow!

She finds herself in flood-conditions at lower Manhatten's Ground Zero -- former heart of occult activity in the United States. She connects her surroundings to three female names standing for recent "natural disasters" (Katrina, Wilma, Rita), but doesn't manage to align them with the "female disasters" that have swamped America -- feminism and matriarchy, the unleashing of the collective feminine Shadow.

But then, Ellie's not a Western male.

Dreemin' Ellie is in the "hospital" where her "real-life" grandson Noah was born one month prior. Hospital locales, especially operating rooms, often sublimate a dreamer's real experience of infernal states and "locations."

As Ellie perambulates the corridors, she becomes aware that her "pocketbook" and wallet -- containing her self-identity -- are "missing."

Rather than examine herself, she insteads panics and rushes to the local police station, the locus of "male" authority for feminine enforcement: a place of comfort, of female -- not male -- power.

I don't know "Ellie" from Crystalinks, nor anything about her financial status or dealings, but apparently Ellie's identity is "bound-up" or enslaved to her pocketbook/materialism.

In this, her Sisterhood is legion.

As with real-estate-mogul Yoko, it seems that Ellie's power -- like much of the matriarchy's -- resides in Woman's Purse, or in Sossity's tool of coercion, The State.

(That'd be moolah and fear. Not exactly high moral or spiritual authority.)

In "Blame it on Cain," Elvis Costello names the game, skin-the-goat:

Well if I was a saint with a silver cup

and the money got low we could always heat it up

or trade it in.

But then the radio to heaven will be wired to your purse.

Then you can run down the wave band

coast to coast, hand in hand.

Bad to worse, curse for curse.

Don't be dissatisfied! . . .

So you're not satisfied?!

Blame it on Cain

Don't blame it on me

Oh oh it's nobody's fault

but we need somebody to burn.

Turns out The Heat can't help Ellie. Her problem is not farmable to any convenient perps.

That only works in Manifest Reality, and it only works temporarily.

There's pore Ellie, in the middle of all that human and natural disaster, at Planetary Ground Zero, and the Police aren't going to arrest someone and make Ellie feel better. Goddammit all! There's nobody to arrest. Just Ellie, with her little identity problem. So what's a girl to do?

She wakes up!

LOL!!

What a nightmare is reality, eh?

:O)

Ellie vamooses her pesky "unconscious" and flees to the Manifest World where, after all, truths about oneself and one's country are MUCH easier to avoid and deny!

The next day, safely back in her "real world," Ellie visits her infant grandsons in Connecticut, and we see photos of her and the aforementioned Noah. All illustrations in this post are from Crystalinks. I'm sure Ellie won't mind. [:O)

First, we're shown a "normal photo" -- a "neocortical snapshot" -- of Ellie with Noah on her lap.

Just beneath, we're shown two photos that reveal quite a "separate reality" -- Ground Zero Reality -- in which Ellie's face gradually morphs, regressing, to an indistinct, more primitive visage.





















Instead of smiling, comforting, nurturing Ellie, we're confronted with two images that are humanoid, but not fully human. Now we are beneath Ground Zero, and Ellie's persona has sloughed away.

What we and Ellie discover beneath the feelgoodisms are images of a Ban-dwarf, a Homo florensiensis, the shadowy and distorted features of a primal matriarch, a haunting Paleolithic deconstruction, Venus of Willendorf, the Mother Goddess again alive:





















In the accompanying caption, Ellie blurts:

I look like a reptilian alien -- dragon!

(Hey, folks -- her pictures, her caption, ok?)

All I do is connect dotz.

:O)

Now, Ellie could have faked those photos, and some pathetic folk will do anything for attention. But people don't often doctor documents or photos that show themselves in a worse light.

Therefore I'm willing to run with Ellie on this one.

It is an ignored, denied, and extremely Uncomfortable Fact that the majority of child abuse is committed by females -- not by males, despite our overwhelming conditioning to the contrary -- and most of that abuse is committed against males, with the highest percentile categories of victims being infant and toddler males (DOJ stats available on request).

Put another way: although the Noahs are scapegoated and punished as the collective Perpetrators of Western cultures, in reality they are most often the victims of abuse -- and most often, their abusers are female.

There's a babe in the arms

of a woman in a rage

and a long-time golden-haired stripper onstage

and she winds back the clock

and she turns back the page

of a book no-one can write.

Oh! Where are you tonight?

(Zimmy the Bobhead)

This is NOT to implicate Ellie (whoever she is!) of anything -- I have NO personalistic knowledge of her. Obviously, in her Halloween Week 2005 essay, and in this blogpost, Ellie represents a larger feminine energy.

Also, the reality of child abuse is tempered by the fact that most caretakers of kids are female.

Moving now to the bottom photo, the most distorted one: it matches an image from the superb Ridley Scott/Bill Monahan film Kingdom of Heaven, in which the character Sibylla (Eva Green) regresses facially in the same masked-like, amorphous, primitive way, in a very brief exposure just prior to the fall of Jerusalem.

Sibylla is the King's sister, both in blood and spirit. The context is Christianity, so here, she is a Magdalene. Her face reflects the disintegration of the spiritual integrity of the Holy City, the death of the King, and her upcoming expulsion by Saladin and Islam.

Sibylla is more than just the protagonist's paramour/wife, or even the King's Sister: she is the Goddess' avatar, the primal Matriarch manifest, and like many Paleolithic goddess-figurines, her face is intentionally indistinct, not representing individual/egoic women, but Woman as collective entity and force.

Sibylla is more than a prophetess: she's Nature itself, which is why in scene-entrances she's usually preceded by an animal guardian/escort.

All this leads Ellie to an exploration of sorcery, alchemy, witches, and the ouroboric double-helix (twin serpents) of DNA.

Witchcraft then leads Ellie to Macbeth, and the infamous curse-around-the-cauldron scene with the three-witches (the Triune Goddess.) Here Ellie prevaricates, and her dragon slips away, twisting back down her brainstem at the moment her spine needed to stifffen: the witches, says Ellie, didn't really control King Macbeth with their evil, they just, well, tricked him.

Ah.

Of course. That's different.

According to Ellie (and the New, Improved West), Macbeth is the Sole Perpetrator in this drama, the Lone Assassin.

Um-hm. And Lee Harvey Oswald -- he acted alone too?

:O)

Ellie relieves the primal, reptilian, Triune Feminine from responsibility in the play's tragedy, placing blame squarely where we all know it should be: on the nearest male.

Like the male "leaders" of the Western world, Macbeth was actually a very weak and manipulable king: a "man" only by genetic definition, not by behavior or character.

Read old Willie Shakes again: Macbeth WAS controlled by Lady Mac, who was the power-mad Reptilian Brains behind the duo, long before Hilary showed up

Macbeth was also strongly influenced by the curses of the Three Witches -- what we would call invective, spin, deceit, shaming, propaganda, or "advocacy research" -- use of language to effect mass psychological control and power.

Just prior to her discussion of dragonslaying, Ellie inserts an astrological illustration related to the movement of Jupiter into Scorpio on the night of her Ground Zero dream (see below).

This is an illustration of the "celestial male god" and a primordial, chthonic entity, the oceanic feminine. Like Leviathan or the Midgard Serpent, the scorpion rises from the depths of water (the unconscious, the Realm of the Mothers, the Matrix) to the surface of consciousness and reality, where it's met by the thundergod, the conservator of consciousness. Charles Manson's artpiece, Christmas Day 2000, also depicts a sea-dwelling monster surfacing or surfaced.

In the Jupiter/Scorpio illustration, the scorpion (like the crab) is a wounding entity, a carrier, and its weapon is bite or sting (cutting, puncture, cancer, etc.) inflicted upon male leadership (here, Jupiter as "celestial representative") during the specified timeframe of 10/25/05 to 11/26/06.

Ellie then discusses dragonslayers, including the LORD in Isaiah 27:1, and our Ragnokian running-theme of crocodiles resumes. She writes:



Though generally revered elsewhere in ancient Egypt, at Edfu and Dendera the crocodile is the subject of ritual slaying in temple scenes. [The Crocodile god was Sobek] The rituals of these "anti-crocodile" cults are an easy fit into the story of Horus and his struggle for kingship against Seth.

The final destruction represents victory over chaos and evil. The scene above (from the exterior of the Edfu naos, east wall, first register) shows the king driving his falcon-headed spear into the head of a crocodile as Horus extends to him a khepesh sword. The king is wearing a hemhemty-crown, worn for war and destruction. The relief is accompanied by a text to be spoken:


I hold my harpoon! I grasp my spear-shaft! Heir of the Lord of Mesen am I! I embark on my boat near the Lake of Horus and I drive back the steps of all "Those who are in the water." [...] the "hidden ones," I cut to pieces "Burning Mouths."
















The "burning mouths," or more literally "hot mouths," originally referred to venomous serpents that bite with fiery poison. Horus of Edfu is depicted standing atop a crocodile, spearing it in the head. The accompanying text reads:


And behold, the enemies of Re having transformed themselves into crocodiles and hippopotamuses hurled themselves into the water. And while Re-Harakhti was seated [in his boat] and sailing over the water, the crocodiles and the hippopotamuses came nigh, and opened wide their jaws in order to destroy their enemy Re-Harakhti. Then Horus Behedety made haste and came up, with his followers behind him, armed with metal weapons, each one by name having an axe, a spear, and a chain in hand. They speared the crocodiles and the hippopotamuses, and there were brought in forthwith six-hundred and fifty-one rebel-fiends, and they were slain opposite to the city of Edfu.

Ellie then comments:


My friend, UFO researcher, Harold Egeln, sent me an update to his website. Harold, as you may recall, lives a few blocks from here, and works as a mild mannered reporter for a local newspaper, The Home Reporter. Harold also runs a UFO group called S.P.A.C.E. Harold and I are connected in many ways, after having met in June 1989 at a MUFON meeting in Manhattan. We are born in the same year - Aquarius and Leo. His 'guide' is a gray alien, he calls ZM. [Z masculine] We both have interests - and work - linked to 'time'.

Normally, I post Harold's updates on Ezine, without mentioning them here, but today an image he included in his email, caught my eye, as it seems to bring together several themes from this week's columns.



















Ezekiel looks like the Roman god Jupiter [see below 'Jupiter in Scorpio'] Now look at the fallen entity ... it held the same energy of the entity in the image of me and Noah, below - Elohim, Gods from the Bible, Genesis [genetics - biogenetic eXperiment].

Read more about the book, Aliens Scriptures, Extraterrestrials in the Holy Bible, and other information in Harold's newsletter.
So who is Ezekiel - with the EZ name? Ezekiel is the Prophet of the Hebrew Scriptures. His greatest miracle consisted in his resuscitation of the dead, which is recounted in chapter 37 [10=1=Rebirth] of the Book of Ezekiel. I found Ezekiel to be a colorful character in Z's game - Metaphors in Time. Linking from that file I found a List of names referring to 'El'.

Ezekiel - Prophet of the Scriptures - Scrolls - Torahs - reminded me of the file I posted on Simchat Torah 10/26/05 - Ellie and the Torah.

Ezekiel and UFO's took me to my file UFO's in Earth's history mentioning Ezekiel - and Wheels within Wheels - the spheres of the Qabbalah which are the harmonics of creation - which takes us to Synchronicity and Carl Jung - and the Wheel of Karma - all good files to review.

Ezekiel saw a vision of dry bones returning to life (Ezekiel 37). "When Nebuchadnezzar deported the first group of Jerusalem leaders in 597 B.C., Ezekiel the priest was carried into exile in Babylon. Ezekiel saw the glory of God depart from the Jerusalem Temple because of the people's worship of other gods. When Ezekiel's wife died, he bore his grief silently to show the exiles how to bear the loss of Jerusalem. Later he saw a vision of dry bones coming back to life as a sign that God would give new life to the people. The last visions in his book describe an ideal Temple and the return of God's glory to Israel. These visions are recounted in the book of Ezekiel."

Lots of metaphors here. The image of skeleton bones returns us to Halloween - October 31 - 10/31 - new beginnings beyond time - 10/31 = 5 - feminine goddesses energies return.



Let's recap that section.

In the illustration above, Ellie points out that:

. . . the fallen energy . . . held the same energy of the entity in the image of me and Noah


Now, that confuses me, and I think it confused Ellie too. Her garbled syntax speaks for itself.

We've got a "fallen energy" in the Ellie/Noah photo, there where the "Good and Nurturing Ellie" is expected.

But now it's an "entity" that "holds fallen energy" -- and apparently, this entity is no longer connected to Ellie -- to her energy, to her desires, to her actions, to her will.

A Very Convenient Entity!

Ellie fishes around a tad, implying that "E-masculine," Ezekiel, or Jupiter is the "fallen entity" (that apparently has possessed Ellie?)

But I think she needs to look closer to home.

Ellie's doubletalk/nonsense and "replacement entity" sounds like psychological camoflage in denial that ELLIE is that "fallen entity" -- or that she represents that fallen entity in larger aspect.

Ellie concludes the section by connecting "skeleton bones" with returning "feminine godesses energies."

She right, obviously, but misses the main point: why did all those dragonslayers need to exist? Why are they almost always male? What massive Beast, what great odds, were they battling?

Ellie doesn't know -- or doesn't want to know, which in part explains why the balance of her essay attempts to deconstruct the Uncomfortable Information she's just unveiled. She goes on about why we should reject "superstition" as mere "fear and ignorance," and advises that we maintain a "higher frequency" than all that, pontificating:

It's always about adjusting your grid matrix for attraction and manifestation. You probably need to work on that.

Hmm. "You," eh?

LOL!

And, uh, Ellie . . . I've got your Grid Matrix right here.

:O)

Ellie also discusses the deity El, a word contained in her own name, combined with "lie."

Jussa coincidence I'm shore!

Crystalinks is quite a site, with lots of good graphics especially. But it suffers, like the rest of Western culture, from a soft and superficial new-agey "spirituality" -- what I call the Gauzy Angel Effect.

Real spiritual work and growth often involves traumatic confrontations with, and deconstructions of, oneself. There's precious little of that in the modern West, and even less in collective Western femininity, which has made an art of self-serving deception, propaganda, and scapegoating.

This image from Ellie's essay expresses that: the smiling, innocent face offset by the sly, grinning "punkin," held in her "unconscious" left hand, and looking askance . . . also worth inspecting closely is the hidden-image of the guy in the picture frame.

Despite all, however, Ellie at least manages to begin to confront herself, as the Noah photos and her occasional comments suggest. Credit where due. A halting, tenuous start is better than quadriplegia.

Like the modern denominations, the new-age movement is corrupted by avarice, materialism, egotism and most severely, by people telling others (and themselves!) exactly what they want to hear.

The Church of Myself leads nowhere.

Spiritual progress takes place by enduring what we don't want to hear.

There's usually no money in that, just discomfort, which often benefits the world, but not oneself.

You've come a long way, baby.

Mostly backwards.

Now you're at Ground Zero, Exorcism City. It's a stark land of hidden riches.

Down she comes! Look out below!

Keep trying, Ellie from Crystalinks. There are millions of Noahs -- and one in particular -- counting on you.

And I am counting on Noah.

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)


COLONY COLLAPSE DISORDER

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.

"Virus."

LOL!!

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.

:O)

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:

─ BECAUSE WE HAVE SEEN AN ANGEL.


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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.


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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.

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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