I saw Daybreakers last night. I thought it was pretty good. There was a lot of blood. Made me think of a tomato-based product that shares my last name. I then found this image.
By the way, I have not been eating meat for a few years now except for on very rare occasions. I used to have stomach problems but this change in diet (and thought) has helped. I also lost quite a few pounds and feel much better, physically and psychologically. And even besides the more sympathetic reasons, this genetically-modified, sick, machine-processed American meat is not to be trusted.
Here’s my friend, Wooderson..
He was born on 4/20/06. Other than him looking a bit like a fox, I don’t know if there are any other syncs out there. By the way, he was named after a character in Dazed and Confused. He’s a good cat, but in being such he loves to prey on weaker and smaller things. He doesn’t usually eat the things he kills, but just plays with them until they die.. then they’re no longer as much fun.
On a related topic, watch your property in times of poverty.. there are cat burglars on the prowl.
So that I don’t keep going off on cats, I will just throw out a few more terms that might be related.. catsup, cat scan, Cat-herine the Great, catwalk, categories, cat fights, etc. Alright fine, maybe I am losing my mind, but see if you can catch this..
If you are a coward, then you will be treated as cattle.
The new article is shaping up to be the best yet, but I am diving into some dangerous territory. So as not to get bogged down by the seriousness of the material..
I know I said I was gonna stop updating yesterday, but there are just a few more things I wanted to add. Let’s take a look at an important part of Orion..
Snippets from the world of Wiki..
Betelgeuse is is a semiregular variable star located approximately 640 light-years from the Earth. It is Alpha Orionis (α Orionis / α Ori), but the second brightest star in the constellation Orion and the ninth brightest star in the night sky..
Astronomers believe Betelgeuse is only a few million years old, but has evolved rapidly because of its high mass..
Because of its rich reddish color the star has also been called “the martial one” and in astrology Betelgeuse portends military or civic honors..
It is possible that Betelgeuse will become a supernova,which will be the brightest ever recorded, outshining the Moon in the night sky. Considering its size and age of 8.5 million years, old for its size class, it may explode within the next thousand years.. Reported on June 9, 2009, the star has shrunk 15% since 1993 with an increasing rate.
(1988’s Betelgeuse [1989’s Batman] getting head shrunken by a Witch Doctor)
Although it is suggested that the emissions from Betelgeuse would not kill the ecosystems of earth, this would undoubtedly have an effect upon the people of the earth. That is, if we don’t destroy ourselves beforehand..
I have to stop thinking about the updates if I am to finish the next article in a timely fashion. I must clog up this outlet for a while so that my energy can be re-directed. But before I do, I’d like to propose that maybe I have been looking at these issues from a very limited perspective. Let’s enter the dream world and replace the white with black..
(Fred is a significant name)
Don’t think that the forces of darkness go away when when we fall asleep. The adversary is always looking for a way to consume our thoughts and desires. Perhaps this is the arena in which the “real” war is being waged. Our spirits (or light bodies) could be detaching from our bodies and engaging in struggles of energy. World War III.. being waged in the clouds and in the stars.
Or it could be that I’m being led around by a crazy, striped cat through a world that is flipped inside out..
In an environment such as this, one is apt to go a little crazy. Seal – Crazy And in related craziness..
My heroes had the heart
To lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember
Is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little
It looked like fun
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come
And I can die when I’m done
But maybe I’m crazy
Maybe you’re crazy
Maybe we’re crazy
And now I’m on to the next one..
It’s just so damn obvious sometimes.
The (Red and) White Stripes aka The Black Siblings. You can watch the video for Seven Nation Army or just read the lyrics.. either way there’s a lot to take in.
I’m gonna fight ’em off
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
They’re gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back
And I’m talking to myself at night because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes it says leave it alone
Don’t want to hear about it every single one’s got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it from the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way I’m gonna serve it to you
And that ain’t what you want to hear, but that’s what I’ll do
And the feeling coming from my bones it says find a home
I’m going to Wichita
Far from this opera forever more
I’m gonna work the straw, make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home
Okay, I’m not really in any rush to get this new article done. I am still trying to compile my thoughts some things. My mind is traveling all over the place and has not yet reconciled some of the issues I unearthed in Phoenix.
In the last article I showed that there were a group of people known as the Catti who had changed their names a few times, but might have eventually spawned the Catholics. The Catholic Church has been a dominant force in the religious, political, military and economic battles that have been fought for thousands of years. But since I will deal with them some more in my next article, let’s focus on the cat himself..
I really like cats. I have an orange tabby named Wooderson. I love the little fella. I feel like he looks out for me. Although no two cats are exactly alike, I think that living with a cat has provided me with some insight into the cat world.
(the sphoenix – maybe that’s a stretch)
It was not only the Egyptians who thought of cats as divine. They would hunt rats (stars backwards), keeping away the plague and guarding the grains. But down through time they have always also been associated with some aspects of the underworld. Freyja of Norse mythology had her chariot drawn by two large cats, witches are known to have black cats, Constantine features Keanu staring into a cat’s eyes so that he can enter Hell, and there are many other similar examples. I’ve heard it said before that cats are actually able to travel between the dimensions through purring and the release of certain chemicals in their brains. Needless to say, I have not been able to uncover much on this topic.
As for the Sphinx itself, because it’s impossible to say exactly when the stone was cleaved, people have given various estimates for the date of the sphinx. I have read some work that shows that weather analysis can put the sphinx beyond 10,000 BC to a time when Egypt was a lush land, much unlike the desert of today. It is also evident that the human face of the sphinx was carved out of a pre-existing head, which could mean that it was once a full cat.
People often laugh at the above image. Those silly Asians don’t even know how to translate English.. funny, right? Well, the statement made by Cats seems to be only too true. Not to mention the overt symbolism in the picture. I wonder if the loyal dogs eve know who or what is in charge.
They both wantz a cheezburger. By the way, not all cats are good. I knew a terrible, fat tabby named Sunny who would fight with me all the time. Damn demon cats..
The above image comes from Freeman who found some incredible similarities between the Egyptian pharaoh Akhenaten‘s royal family and the first family of today. Go watch the minute-long Barackhenaten if you have not already.
(Obama tours the Kremlin)
Still seeing red. The following is from The Kremlin Conspiracy by E. Howard Hunt, published in 1985. A General in the Soviet Union is speaking at a high-level meeting of the KGB, discussing an insider that is to be used to advance the Communist revolution worldwide:
Worldwide, our fraternal press, radio, and television proclaim his exceptional qualities. So receptive is the world to his placatory message that our man is today under nomination for the Nobel Prize for Peace!
This is the first E. Howard Hunt book I have picked up and already within the first 4 chapters I have been astonished. It appears the plans we see unfolding before us have been in the works for quite some time now.
I’m in quiet agony as I see this new world unfolding. Is this situation getting darker or is it just me?
(The Last Judgment by Hieronymous Bosch)
Do you think that the powerful white men of this world would actually allow Barry Soetoro to be president if it actually meant anything? He is a puppet who was installed to push through an atrocious agenda.. but then what?
Here’s a Wag the Dog type scenario that shouldn’t seem too wild.. An assassination is staged, Barry is sent off to live with young boys on some island (or actually sacrificed), the talking heads put some patsy “racists” up as the scapegoats, then black, poor, and uneducated people go after the “elites” for taking out their savior.. and then all hell breaks loose in the United States.
The urban youth has already been heavily armed and programmed for vicious killing. As cities become cesspools of violence and crime, the former inhabitants flood into the surrounding countryside seeking shelter. Little can be found in many parts of the country as the suburban populations are quite destitute themselves and have a hard time distinguishing the good people from those who wish to rape and pillage.
Why would any person or organization want this to happen? Maybe it’s because they want there to be blood.
A Preview of What’s to Come
The new article will be titled Blood. It will delve into the following topics: The Savior, The Anti-Christ, Vampires, Empires, immortality, eyebrow fashion, race relations, the history of your author, and much more.
I don’t yet know when it will be finished, but I will keep you updated.
A helter skelter is a funfair or amusement park ride with a slide built in a spiral around a high tower. Users climb up inside the tower and slide down the outside, usually on a mat. Typically the ride will be of wooden construction and, in the case of fairground versions, designed to be disassembled to facilitate transportation between sites. The term is primarily (but not exclusively) found in British English. The ride inspired the Beatles song of the same name and is also mentioned in the song Tonight, Tonight, Tonight from Genesis and Oasis‘ “Fade In-Out” .
(You should be able to read the symbols)
What else does this term reference? Oh yes, an Apocalyptic race war that was supposed to happen in America..
(dark, strange eyes..)
Manson had been predicting racial war for some time before he used the term Helter Skelter. His first use of the term was at a gathering of the Family on New Year’s Eve 1968. This took place at the Family’s base at Myers Ranch, near California’s Death Valley.
In its final form, which was reached by mid-February 1969, the scenario had Manson as not only the war’s ultimate beneficiary but its musical cause. He and the Family would create an album with songs whose messages concerning the war would be as subtle as those he had heard in songs of The Beatles. More than merely foretell the conflict, this would trigger it; for, in instructing “the young love,” America’s white youth, to join the Family, it would draw the young, white female hippies out of San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury. Black men, thus deprived of the white women whom the political changes of the 1960s had made sexually available to them, would be without an outlet for their frustrations and would lash out in violent crimes against whites. A resultant murderous rampage against blacks by frightened whites would then be exploited by militant blacks to provoke an internecine war of mutual near-extermination between racist and non-racist whites over blacks’ treatment. Then the militant blacks would arise to sneakily finish off the few whites they would know to have survived; indeed, they would kill off all non-blacks.
In this holocaust, the members of the enlarged Family would have little to fear; they would wait out the war in a secret city that was underneath Death Valley that they would reach through a hole in the ground. As the only actual remaining whites upon the race war’s true conclusion, they would emerge from underground to rule the now-satisfied blacks, who, as the vision went, would be incapable of running the world; Manson “would scratch [the black man’s] fuzzy head and kick him in the butt and tell him to go pick the cotton and go be a good nigger….”
Charlie did not spark the war, but there are people today trying to stoke this conflict with hot air and bad music.
After reading Phoenix, you should have a better idea as to the organization behind the red and white stripes of Jay-Z..
(Released September 11, 2009)
Could these be the plans for WWIII?
1. “What We Talkin’ About” (featuring Luke Steele of Empire of the Sun)
2. “Thank You”
3. “D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)”
4. “Run This Town” (featuring Kanye West and Rihanna)
5. “Empire State of Mind” (featuring Alicia Keys)
6. “Real As it Gets” (featuring Young Jeezy)
7. “On to the Next One” (featuring Swizz Beatz)
8. “Off That” (featuring Drake)
9. “A Star is Born” (featuring J. Cole)
10. “Venus vs. Mars”
11. “Already Home” (featuring Kid Cudi)
12. “Hate” (featuring Kanye West)
14. “So Ambitious” (featuring Pharrell)
15. “Young Forever” (featuring Mr Hudson)
The New Year
As you may know, I like to post paintings of half-naked people (and gods). This is not something I have resolved to change..
And like usual, I choose to be lazy and allow my reader and Wikipedia do the work for me..
In Greek mythology the Erinýes (Ἐρινύες, pl. of Ἐρινύς, Erinýs; lit. “the angry ones”) or Eumenídes (Εὐμενίδες, pl. of Εὐμενίς; lit. “the gracious ones”) or Furies in Roman mythology were female, chthonic deities of vengeance or supernatural personifications of the anger of the dead. They represent regeneration and the potency of creation, which both consumes and empowers. A formulaic oath in the Iliad (iii.278ff; xix.260ff) invokes them as “those who beneath the earth punish whosoever has sworn a false oath.” Burkert suggests they are “an embodiment of the act of self-cursing contained in the oath”.
When the mighty Titan Cronus castrated his father Uranus and threw his genitalia into the sea, the Erinyes emerged from the drops of blood, while Aphrodite was born from the seafoam. According to a variant account, they issued from an even more primordial level—from Nyx, “Night”. Their number is usually left indeterminate. Virgil, probably working from an Alexandrian source, recognized three: Alecto (“unceasing,” who appeared in Virgil’s Aeneid), Megaera (“grudging”), and Tisiphone (“avenging murder”). Dante followed Virgil in depicting the same three-charactered triptych of Erinyes; in Canto IX of the Inferno they confront the poets at the gates of the city of Dis. The heads of the Erinyes, whom the two poets met in Canto IV, were wreathed with serpents (compare Gorgon) and their eyes dripped with blood, rendering their appearance rather horrific. Sometimes they had the wings of a bat or bird and the body of a dog.
Erin Go Bragh! Maybe the luck of the Irish is that they are protected by the Furies?
Back when I was studying and working in theater, I was operating the up-down aspects of a rope attached to an aerial gymnast playing one of the Furies in Dead Fall, a play written and designed by my adviser. There was no safety measure.. if I couldn’t hold on and perform my job throughout every single rehearsal and showing, then the woman on the other end would have died or been seriously injured. I would surely have been furious with myself.
Good luck in the New Year!
The song playing before the video cuts in is Somewhere Over the Rainbow covered by a Hawaiian guy named Israel. Wow.
New Year’s Eve
Call an optimist, she’s turning blue
Such a lovely color for you
Call an optimist, she’s turning blue
While I just sit and stare at you.
A Perfect Circle – Blue
(I saw you standing alone)
Okay, I know that a blue moon refers to having a full moon twice in the same month, but the image is still nice.
The fact that a blue moon can even happen should serve to demonstrate just how off our systems for measuring the passage of time have become. Many moons ago we were in sync with nature. Now we move from year to year with cycles of debauchery and disorientation instead of truly connecting with our selves, our families and our friends.
Tonight, New Year’s Eve, should be an important night. Whether it is an in-your-face kind of thing (think Norway spiral) or something more subtle, big things are indeed happening.
As the controllers grasp for even more power, they will be pulling out all of the stops. These are dangerous times into which we are headed. In order to survive, one must trust instincts and intuition. Do not forget about logic and reason, but do not allow them to outweigh the gut (God) instinct.
Perseverance is hard and quitting is very easy. Find strength to keep going. I think our efforts will be rewarded in time.
See you on the other side.
The Saturn Return
Ever wonder why Jesus is supposed to have started his ministry at age 30? Why certain actors die at 27? Apparently they are judged.
The Saturn Return is an astrological phenomenon that occurs at the ages of 27-30, 58-60, and finally from 86-88, coinciding with the time it takes the planet Saturn to make one orbit around the sun. It is believed by astrologers that as Saturn “returns” to the degree in which it occupied at the time of birth—approximately every 29.5 years—a person crosses over a major threshold and into the next stage of life. With the first Saturn Return, a person leaves youth behind and enters adulthood. With the second Return, maturity. And the third and usually final Return, a person enters wise old age.
The first Saturn Return is famous because it represents the first test of character and the structures a person has built their lives upon. According to traditions, should these structures be unsound or that a person is living out of touch with his or her true values, the Saturn Return will be a time of upheaval and limitations as Saturn forces him or her to jettison old concepts and worn out patterns of living. It is not uncommon for relationships and jobs to end during this time of life restructuring and reevaluation.
But the Saturn Return is not all about painful endings. During this time astrologers note that goals are consolidated and people tend to gain a better vision of where they are going in life. There are added responsibilities and a person may reap the rewards from his or her hard work. Many major life milestones seem to happen around the ages of 29 and 30. This is why astrologers believe that the thirtieth birthday is such a major rite of passage because it marks the true beginning of adulthood, self-evaluation, independence, ambition, and self actualization.
The planet Saturn represents many archetypes, such as Father Time, the Grim Reaper and his scythe, Kronos, and the Lord of Karma. It is the ruler of limitations, fears, seriousness, responsibilities, burdens, and lessons. While those concepts may come across as negative, Saturn also astrologically rules over civilization, government, structures, harvests, prestige, maturity, and order. (Wikipedia)
Why am I not excited about what the new year has to bring? Is it because I feel that I shall be judged poorly? Perhaps. I know that I am flawed and have not always lived up to my potential, but I feel like I am making progress. I also say this because I will be turning 27 in 2010 and I have already felt the approach of the old man.
But I am also not all that worried about it.
Sometimes I feel like this is a dream world of sorts, but I know there is a clear distinction somewhere. In the dream world, I have fought in many battles against a ruthless foe. I have always been outnumbered and facing great odds. I have died many times, but yet I keep trying anyway.. time after time. Fighting for something.
I also have nice, light dreams with laughter and love. For some reason, I seem to trade these for anything in this world.
I am taught a lot by my dreams.
I wonder how much longer I will be able to continue on in my work. I have offended and befriended many people along the way, so it is hard to know where I stand. But standing is not really the issue when flying is the goal.
It doesn’t have to be like this, does it? Did I ask for this?
For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happenend which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk
There’s a silence surrounding me
I can’t seem to think straight
I’ll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now ___________ Why won’t you talk to me
I can’t seem to speak now ____________ You never talk to me
My words won’t come out right ________ What are you thinking
I feel like I’m drowning _____________ What are you feeling
I’m feeling weak now _________________ Why won’t you talk to me
But I can’t show my weakness _________ You never talk to me
I sometimes wonder ___________________ What are you thinking
Where do we go from here _____________ What are you feeling
It doesn’t have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking
Why won’t you talk to me _____________ I feel like I’m drowning
You never talk to me _________________ You know I can’t breathe now
What are you thinking ________________ We’re going nowhere
What are you feeling _________________ We’re going nowhere
Why won’t you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here
It doesn’t have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking
The Hunt is On
If you haven’t been noticing, my posts seem to have a predictive nature to them. You should be questioning just exactly who I am and what I’m doing here. In all honesty, I have not been given advanced notice of anything by any person or organization. Although I read through many sources, I have been trying to figure this all out for myself.
There’s no way to know the validity of the following report. Could be propaganda at its best. Or it could just be that there is a little more internal conflict occurring than many who tell you about the “New World Order” would like you to think.
Obama Rushed To Bunker Over CIA Terror Strike
By: Sorcha Faal, and as reported to her Western Subscribers
FSB reports circulating in the Kremlin today state that United States President Barack Obama was ‘rushed’ from a golf course in Hawaii to a secure bunker yesterday after a US Air Force AWACS surveillance plane signaled a ‘warning’ to American Secret Service agents that a private jetliner owned by the Hunt Oil Company appeared ready to enter the restricted air zone set up to protect the vacationing American leader and sparking fears that a terrorist attack was about to take place.
Read the rest at WhatDoesItMean.com. This is an incredible show of force. Consider that no Secret Service plane moved against this jetliner. Also understand that Hunts have been building this country from its inception, whereas Barack Hussein Obama will not even prove that he was born here. This man appears to stand against everything upon which this nation was founded and is enacting a plan that will bring it to ruin, subverting its strength and character.
If you have not yet read Phoenix, Hunt (my surname) is discussed. I do not know the plans of the Hunts, have never met the people in question, and cannot vouch for their character. But I think it would be useful to reanalyze the “terrorist threat” and start comprehending the nature of the struggle because it is about to become an even bigger part of our lives. I have tried to be relatively unbiased in terms of my reporting and researching (and riffing), but you need to be the judge of this for yourself.
In my quest for the truth I may have offended a few groups from time to time. This was bound to happen. Most people are not all that intelligent and others just don’t give a shit. But if you’re reading this blog, you’re likely concerned with these matters, possess an above average IQ, and could very well be even be in the field of intelligence.
It could just be that Sorcha Faal is reading Star Theory and making outrageous claims based upon my writing, but I have a feeling that big things are happening.
(More) Thoughts on December 28
Here’s the big secret: we’re related.
The reason this is a big secret is because it makes it harder for us to want to kill each other.
There are mountain people, forest people, desert people, plains people, and perhaps even star people, ocean people, and people we don’t even know about. Sometimes star-crossed lovers don’t listen to their societies and end up producing the beautiful children that take certain qualities from each parent. Sometimes this causes friction, but it can also serve to unite the tribes.
Families can be volatile affairs.
— earlier today—
My friend Natasha asked me what the conclusion of Phoenix is supposed to mean in regards to the phoenix and the Aryan people. I’m not exactly sure to be honest, but I think it’s is important to understand is that not all white people are the same. I also think we should reconsider what it means to be indigenous because I don’t think it has anything to do with skin color, language, or label. And as I do love wordplay, I will finish by saying that even the most individual geniuses need some help now and again.
William Wallace: And if this is your army, why does it go?
Veteran: We didn’t come here to fight for them!
Young Soldier: Home! The English are too many!
William Wallace: Sons of Scotland! I am William Wallace.
Young Soldier: William Wallace is seven feet tall!
William Wallace: Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he’d consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.
[Scottish army laughs]
William Wallace: I *am* William Wallace! And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You’ve come to fight as free men… and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you fight?
Veteran: Fight? Against that? No! We will run. And we will live.
William Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live… at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR FREEDOM!
[Scottish army cheers]
William Wallace: Alba gu bràth!
Army: ALBA GU BRÀTH! ALBA GU BRÀTH! ALBA GU BRÀTH!
I just found this image over at Jake Kotze’s blog/blob and thought it was relevant.
My favorite scene is when the Irish change sides and fight for the Scots in their fight against the English. William Wallace was betrayed and persecuted, but his legend and spirit live on.