2016/10/07 07:37:57
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“There’s somethin happenin here,
What it is ain’t exactly clear,
There’s a man with a gun over there,
Everybody say, stop hey what’s that sound,
everybody look what’s goin down”
For what it’s worth…….
from an avid student in the vineyard.
Peace
Good to have you here Espina
Cheers ioan, i’ve been visiting the vineyard daily since jan 2014. I’ve been following the machinations of the deep state in the uk/us since the early 80s, lifting up all the stones on my path to see what was crawling about.
I love this vineyard
Congratulations, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, 64 years, Oct 7.
I totally forgot about that! You’re right! Congatz, indeed, Mr. Putin and for many happy returns too! The world needs it.
Hail Mary,
through whose intercession the Christian fleet
defeated the Ottoman Turks on 7 October 1571!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Lepanto
Oh my God, comrade Putin, I hope you have enjoyed your birthday day despite all those who try to embitter all Russians celebrations.
I wish you a many more healthy years and that I could see them.
Sorry for not congratulate you earlier but I hope that this message goes through moderation before is past midnight in Moscow.
If not, at least I hope you could see it and hear it tomorrow in the morning, when it might have been received.
In compensation, I promise ( if I can locate one in Moscow ) to send you a real Mariachi one day, perhaps when you were not so important people.
I found this birthday song I know from my childhood really
charming and that expresses the real joy for the existence of our dear ones.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4aWvYdJdNFg
Welcome back Elsi, what a beautiful Mexican song ! Thanks for sharing ! Lat Cafe was Jorge Negrete, now this Alejandros Fernandez. Goes to my music box.
This is a classical Mexican song that I fear they sing all over LatinAmerica for birthday congratulations and so, you will find that all Mariachi singers has made their personal version and not only but even other musical genres authors also.
I think is so famous as this song to the Virgen de Guadalupe I know also from my school times in a nun’s school of Mexican origins :
https://youtu.be/MLcGSBmmGH8
It’s a prayer to give thanks for the recovery of mother’ s health and asking for the country to remain safe from evil people and spirits.
I guess religious people here will enjoy it and even no religious also, seeing with how great devotion Mexicans sing and live their faith.
I am not very religious in the orthodox sense since I do not like
making public demonstrations of what I believe that, in fact, would be very complex to express, but I have never lost any opportunity in my travels to visit special religious places were very faithful people does pilgrimage and always brought with me images, icons and rosarios of all religions, some for present for religious friends, some of which never could reach its destination because while I was thinking of my dear friend when travelling far from home, then to my return I found that I was no appreciated at all.
Well, that’s life…..we all have suffered similar experiences.
Let’s dedicate this prayer song also to Russia and the world in case it has some utility to avoid war.
elsi
Thanks for the new Mexican beauty. As for the religion and faith, I have my temple at my home, and when I pray, I do it alone in my own.
Oct. 7., it’s a special day to us newcomers, to me since 2015.
As an adept of the cosmic brain machine upon the earth, called zodiac and the traveling Gods, the performance of Vladimir Vladimirovich is like looking into the structure of the fairy tale, we are chosen to attend.
Look, what he has done:
http://astromundanediary.blogspot.de/2016/10/to-vladimir-like-genius-workes-with-gods.html
Ditto.
So much goodwill from around the world must surely count for something :-)
Many happy returns VVP!
I hope Saker is doing okay.
He, and his loved ones should be perfectly fine. They’re at a safe place, and if this morning news reports were anything to go by, the Hurricane got downgraded by the time it hit Florida. In any case it’s moved into South Carolina by now, I believe.
Nobel Peace Prize awarded to Colombian President Santos for FARC deal
https://www.rt.com/news/361890-nobel-peace-colombia-president/
But no npp for Rodrigo Londono?
Gay.
The Duma has approved that the Russian Air Force stay in Syria Indefinitely:
https://www.almasdarnews.com/article/moscow-approves-indefinite-deployment-russian-air-force-airbase-syria/
Many Colombians are not happy with the peace arrangement. My daughter and son-in-law live in Colombia. They say the Farc acts like gangs requiring people to pay protection to run their businesses. This happens in certain areas of the country. They (Colombians) don’t believe the arrangement will stop this kind of behaviour.
A new Cafe has open, with a new picture, Rock’N Roll Cafe is the name. I hope that the hurricane in Florida will leave soon and our Saker shall return home with his family. Meanwhile, the war news are escalating, so I will post the second part of the poem Waiting for War :
Waiting for War
(part 2)
Are you ready for the war ?
Cause is waiting at the door
Will be ugly, will be fast ?
Who can say how long will last ?
As they say “all the options on the table”
Who will be the one who’ll tell this fable ?
But don’t worry for your life
Kiss your kids and kiss your wife
Kiss your parents
Kiss your friends,
Say farewell to everybody
And say thanks to God All Mighty
Cause He knows, and judge it rightly.
Don’t be sad when hearing this
And frightened
As if you fall into unknown Abyss
Don’t be worried,
Don’t be scared
And don’t run with the herd.
It’s not fair to die in war ?
You’ll not be alone
There will be thousands more.
And the sky
Shall not cry
When you and I, will gonna die
Will be tears for you and me,
For the wife’s, for children, elderly
For the mothers and for fathers
For the brothers and for sisters ?
Who will lay down a flower
On the grave, which is our ?
Who will miss us, have a look,
In the empty pages of a book ?
Just the wind and the rain,
Passing by, coming again,
Searching for us,
but searching in vain…
No more happy kiss at wedding
No more loudly kids at playing
No more birds and no more bees
No more fishes in blue seas
No more tigers, no more bears
And no shepherd whom sheep cares
Where she comes from, where she goes ?
Has the wind a home, a place, who knows ?
But the rain, shall cry for us,
With her tears on thousands graves,
falling slowly and in waves…
During summer, warmly bathing
During winter, gently snowing,
In the memory of those
Who’ve died without a cause…
Now, get ready for the war…
Cause is waiting at your door
We don’t know the hour
We don’t know the day,
But we have the power, to repent and pray
And it comes the Hour,
And it comes the Day
When darkness falls, and the Light prevail.
When he could barely speak, the thing my youngest said most often was ” ‘Top it!”, which was meant to restrain the actions of his four years older, irritating, teasing, dominating brother. Here, I use ‘Top it! with ambiguity:
‘Top it, you’re getting too good, ioan, I can’t keep up!
Meaning, unambiguously, do NOT stop,
But boldly go beyond, because you can!
And inspire many to join this workshop
Of verbal arms, per the Taming Dragon Plan.
Excellent. It got even better upon a second reading; and I’ll probably do more. I’m curious; where do you live? Your verse seems to indicate a hot zone. I swear you’re the heart of this cafe, buoying everyone’s spirits, welcoming new-comers and providing pertinent analysis.
This vine-guard is a repository of synchronous surprises. Putin turns 64 today, Oct. 7, the day of my own father’s birthday (saints preserve his soul). What if I had a father like Putin? Well, no matter, I’ll adopt Putin now as father. You can be witness.
One surprise I refer to is from the last cafe (may it rest in peace). I said I’d get back to it and I am. Eimar (saints preserve him or her) revealed a revelation for me in her/his link to https://storify.com/suaveBel/musings. A marriage of true minds, me thinks. At least a complement to mine. I have to read more of him but the one article was enough to whet my appetite for more.
You’d have to read it but in the main it’s about sex, and the sexes, and culture, art, science, religion and the hegemon. It gets at what is wrong with us. The author appears to be a man but with great sensitivity to woman. He’s much more conversant with literature than I am but from the little I know my vision is broader and deeper, thanks to the Love Government.
Unless he disappoints with further reading, we have another comrade in arms, or at least I do. Things are coming to a head; that’s good because when the boil bursts, the pressure is released and the healing can begin.
Well, the sun is up and so am I. Isn’t that the way it goes. Now to breakfast; I need to break fast because wicked thoughts are brewing in my brain from my mischievous witches’ crew. Love ya all til death do us part just for a second till we are reunited on a renewed earth.
Glad you liked it Denis.
Don’t necessarily go with his geopolitical analysis (the two I read), but his powers of ‘divination’ re the common thread of control through art, science and ideological ‘movements’ is spot on in my view.
The neo-Athenians is my own term for this undercurrent.
Thanks Eimar for sharing the link (also thanks to Dennis above). Well, controlling through art is partly possible. The art is by her birth free. It has been used and is being used indeed for manipulation but is limited. It is possible, when some artists or pieces of art are chosen for this purpose, thus neglecting other artists or art-works. The essence of art is freedom, freedom of expression.
As I read his articles,his prose really stands out.A way with language and definitely matriarchal overtones.
In honor of the birthday of a respected and beloved world leader, whose birthday falls near the celebrated feast day of the Archangel Michael, I have written a story. I hope the cafe could indulge a gypsy story teller. It is a bit long for one post so it is probably best shared in episodes. Here is the first installment. With any encouragement I will post part II. Thanks to all the cafe poets and writers for their inspirations for this story.
K
Vlad- The Humble Warrior
There was once a brave warrior, named Vlad, the Humble. He was chosen by his people to defend them from a growing threat of evil. A colossal dragon with seven heads and five eyes had coiled itself around their country. Its spewing smoke polluted the air and water and obscured a third of the stars. Its fire-breath scorched the land. A third of the trees and a third of the grass lay burnt. Only the sacrifice of the youth and continued ransoms of precious resources appeased the ravenous creature. It threatened to destroy the whole world if it was not continually fed with blood and gold. The treasury was bled. Knight after brave knight had succumbed. A third of the maidens had been devoured. No one was safe anywhere. “Lead us to peace and prosperity!” was the cry of Vlad’s people, and the cry of all the people of the earth.
Though he knew not what would come of it, the Vlad did know it was his destiny to confront this miscreant. He gathered the best advisors and weaponry his country could provide. He petioned for the protection of Archangel Michael, the Arch-strategist, who had done battle with evil in the heavens. He asked for the prayers of his people, who formed themselves into two battalions- an Army for War and an Army of Love. Then, fully prepared to sacrifice himself, with only his trusty saker falcon for a companion, he strode forth steadfastly.
The dragon was coyly amused to see this approach, but disdained his approach. “Which of your armies shall I destroy first?” the dragon ridiculed.
Always a valorous and refined Knight, Vlad tried reason first. “I come not to fight you, but to tame you comrade,” he persuaded.
A hiss and a sneer issued forth from the hideous beast. To which Vlad cordially replied, “Let us join together to subdue evil and create instead an enlightened society.”
Vlad’s ideas seemed only to further and incense the hubris of the beast. Assessing its ghastly nature, and cruel power, the humble warrior now knew nothing in his arsenal could insure certain victory. He stood quite powerless, humbly aware that he could likely be sacrificed. This did not detract him from his mission.
Much to his dismay, the dragon faltered. The beast had caught sight of its most feared enemy- the Archangel Michael, defender of Truth and Justice standing at Vlad’s back. But, it was only a momentary setback. The dragon rose on its haunches fomenting with power at the realization that this could be the decisive battle that would rid the earth forever of all cosmic nuisance. With the opportunity now at hand to defeat the Archangel himself, and secure a final triumph of evil over all the earth, the dragon seethed against Vlad.
This is talent, in a new genre for this Café.
Do not stop. Do not let your pen grow cold.
Such lines times ten would not get old!
It’s great, kinterra. I knew you have something more after reading your comments before.As Bro said, do not stop, you add to our spiritual growth. And thanks for sharing.
Off the top as Bro 93’s child said. I loved the biblical and Star War allusions. I learned about Michael and Lucifer early on. I think we do an injustice to dragons in view of the evil today.
Love it!
More please!
A great complement to the verse of Ioan, Denis, Bro, Teranam and Mundo (JJ seems to have left the arena).
Kinterra, this is simply wonderful. Thanks a lot for this inspiration. It is so obvious that Our Lord himself is guiding Vlads steps. Long life to him!
Well I’m going to interrupt my installments of Essays of Man by Alexander Pope (just started it, but might suggest it to the Bolshoi Book and Cinema Bistro……) to explain WHY:
Why bother? Because genius is misunderstood, more often than not, and I recently learned that Alexander Pope was a major intellectual and moral influence on Alexander Hamilton. So, to better comprehend Alexander H, read Alexander P!!!
And, a debate (an informed one!) on Hamilton ought to ensue, not only in America, but also in Russia, China, and worldwide. I believe Sergei Glazev is essentially in agreement with Hamilton, whereas G Edward Griffin (The Creature From Jekyll Island…re: the Federal Reserve) and James Corbett and numerous others blunder badly in misjudging Hamilton.
Also, consider this: Hamilton was entirely self made, came from the Caribbean years after his father had abandoned his mother Rachel, and shortly after Rachel had died and set himself on his own path to destiny by writing this as a 15 year old boy, attracting the attention of sponsors who recognized genius when they saw it, and sent the boy (that other jealous and inferior Founders called “bastard” , for ne’er do well James Hamilton never married Rachel….) to New York:
From Alexander Hamilton to The Royal Danish American Gazette, 6 September 1772
To The Royal Danish American Gazette1
St. Croix, Sept. 6, 1772
Honoured Sir,
I take up my pen just to give you an imperfect account of one of the most dreadful Hurricanes that memory or any records whatever can trace, which happened here on the 31st ultimo at night.
It began about dusk, at North, and raged very violently till ten o’clock. Then ensued a sudden and unexpected interval, which lasted about an hour. Meanwhile the wind was shifting round to the South West point, from whence it returned with redoubled fury and continued so ’till near three o’clock in the morning. Good God! what horror and destruction. Its impossible for me to describe or you to form any idea of it. It seemed as if a total dissolution of nature was taking place. The roaring of the sea and wind, fiery meteors flying about it in the air, the prodigious glare of almost perpetual lightning, the crash of the falling houses, and the ear-piercing shrieks of the distressed, were sufficient to strike astonishment into Angels. A great part of the buildings throughout the Island are levelled to the ground, almost all the rest very much shattered; several persons killed and numbers utterly ruined; whole families running about the streets, unknowing where to find a place of shelter; the sick exposed to the keeness of water and air without a bed to lie upon, or a dry covering to their bodies; and our harbours entirely bare. In a word, misery, in all its most hideous shapes, spread over the whole face of the country. A strong smell of gunpowder added somewhat to the terrors of the night; and it was observed that the rain was surprizingly salt. Indeed the water is so brackish and full of sulphur that there is hardly any drinking it.
My reflections and feelings on this frightful and melancholy occasion, are set forth in the following self-discourse.
“Where now, oh! vile worm, is all thy boasted fortitude and resolution? What is become of thine arrogance and self sufficiency? Why dost thou tremble and stand aghast? How humble, how helpless, how contemptible you now appear. And for why? The jarring of elements—the discord of clouds? Oh! impotent presumptuous fool! how durst thou offend that Omnipotence, whose nod alone were sufficient to quell the destruction that hovers over thee, or crush thee into atoms? See thy wretched helpless state, and learn to know thyself. Learn to know thy best support. Despise thyself, and adore thy God. How sweet, how unutterably sweet were now, the voice of an approving conscience; Then couldst thou say, hence ye idle alarms, why do I shrink? What have I to fear? A pleasing calm suspense! A short repose from calamity to end in eternal bliss? Let the Earth rend. Let the planets forsake their course. Let the Sun be extinguished and the Heavens burst asunder. Yet what have I to dread? My staff can never be broken—in Omnipotence I trusted.
He who gave the winds to blow, and the lightnings to rage—even him have I always loved and served. His precepts have I observed. His commandments have I obeyed—and his perfections have I adored. He will snatch me from ruin. He will exalt me to the fellowship of Angels and Seraphs, and to the fullness of never ending joys.
But alas! how different, how deplorable, how gloomy the prospect! Death comes rushing on in triumph veiled in a mantle of tenfold darkness. His unrelenting scythe, pointed, and ready for the stroke. On his right hand sits destruction, hurling the winds and belching forth flames: Calamity on his left threatening famine disease and distress of all kinds. And Oh! thou wretch, look still a little further; see the gulph of eternal misery open. There mayest thou shortly plunge—the just reward of thy vileness. Alas! whither canst thou fly? Where hide thyself? Thou canst not call upon thy God; thy life has been a continual warfare with him.
Hark—ruin and confusion on every side. ’Tis thy turn next; but one short moment, even now, Oh Lord help. Jesus be merciful!
Thus did I reflect, and thus at every gust of the wind, did I conclude, ’till it pleased the Almighty to allay it. Nor did my emotions proceed either from the suggestions of too much natural fear, or a conscience over-burthened with crimes of an uncommon cast. I thank God, this was not the case. The scenes of horror exhibited around us, naturally awakened such ideas in every thinking breast, and aggravated the deformity of every failing of our lives. It were a lamentable insensibility indeed, not to have had such feelings, and I think inconsistent with human nature.
Our distressed, helpless condition taught us humility and contempt of ourselves. The horrors of the night, the prospect of an immediate, cruel death—or, as one may say, of being crushed by the Almighty in his anger—filled us with terror. And every thing that had tended to weaken our interest with him, upbraided us in the strongest colours, with our baseness and folly. That which, in a calm unruffled temper, we call a natural cause, seemed then like the correction of the Deity. Our imagination represented him as an incensed master, executing vengeance on the crimes of his servants. The father and benefactor were forgot, and in that view, a consciousness of our guilt filled us with despair.
But see, the Lord relents. He hears our prayer. The Lightning ceases. The winds are appeased. The warring elements are reconciled and all things promise peace. The darkness is dispell’d and drooping nature revives at the approaching dawn. Look back Oh! my soul, look back and tremble. Rejoice at thy deliverance, and humble thyself in the presence of thy deliverer.
Yet hold, Oh vain mortal! Check thy ill timed joy. Art thou so selfish to exult because thy lot is happy in a season of universal woe? Hast thou no feelings for the miseries of thy fellow-creatures? And art thou incapable of the soft pangs of sympathetic sorrow? Look around thee and shudder at the view. See desolation and ruin where’er thou turnest thine eye! See thy fellow-creatures pale and lifeless; their bodies mangled, their souls snatched into eternity, unexpecting. Alas! perhaps unprepared! Hark the bitter groans of distress. See sickness and infirmities exposed to the inclemencies of wind and water! See tender infancy pinched with hunger and hanging on the mothers knee for food! See the unhappy mothers anxiety. Her poverty denies relief, her breast heaves with pangs of maternal pity, her heart is bursting, the tears gush down her cheeks. Oh sights of woe! Oh distress unspeakable! My heart bleeds, but I have no power to solace! O ye, who revel in affluence, see the afflictions of humanity and bestow your superfluity to ease them. Say not, we have suffered also, and thence withold your compassion. What are you[r] sufferings compared to those? Ye have still more than enough left. Act wisely. Succour the miserable and lay up a treasure in Heaven.”
I am afraid, Sir, you will think this description more the effort of imagination than a true picture of realities. But I can affirm with the greatest truth, that there is not a single circumstance touched upon, which I have not absolutely been an eye witness to.
Our General (the Governor of the island, Ulrich Wilhelm Roepstorff, Hamilton means) has issued several very salutary and humane regulations, and both in his publick and private measures, has shewn himself the Man.
Five years later, aged 20, Alexander Hamilton was the principal Aide de Camp to General George Washington in the revolutionary war.
Wow, that was superb from Alexander Hamilton, what an orator ! Today our politicians are nuts. Who can deliver today such a powerful speech ? In the last Cafe (just visited) you wrote a German poem and I have to thank you for that. Regarding your question on who is my preferred poet , well, you know, I grew up in Romania and maybe I am biased cause I love Mihai Eminescu. You or others here may never heard of him but I can assure you that he is one of the best poets the world had. It is sad, that he hasn’t have the proper place which he deserves. There are no really good translations, he used a specific language (although Romanian) in his poems, which cannot be so easy translated without loosing the essence. Of course, I have also German and English poets in my mind, one of them is indeed Heine and the other is A. Pope (discovered recently here with the help of Kim – where is he?) and Samuel Taylor Colerdige, William Blake.
But, you know what ? I have never ever thought that I will ever write myself poems, this Cafe and this blog had to be to “blame” for my escapades. Well, now I got this “infection” and I have a great joy. Earlier I have painted and made drawings, with very little success, although not bad at all. One day, if I will decide so, I will share them, cause they are on youtube. They are there with another name of course.
Cool! We’ve got a practioner of the plastic (as well as the elastic and the orgiastic verbal ones) arts in our midst.
And Dennis has shown, with his Mephistophelian menacing rant, that he ain’t no One Trick Love Pony! That he can stomp hooves with the nastiest stallions in Hades, imitate and get inside the mind and fornicate a Dirty Dickish, Prickish Devil, turning it inside out for all to see the foul blood and feces encrusted filthy skivvies of the Lords of Fear and Loathing.
That’s versatility!
Maybe China will wash their rotten laundry, while Russia keeps her back, stalling the Hegemon attack. We better help make it happen and not sit around like drunken spectators in the MSM Coliseum.
Or, if it all goes up in a mushroom cloud in the form of Killary’s “I’m better at killing than Barack! Silly boys! The button is for girls! I rock!”, then perhaps humanity fell one short of seven seven seven and this sad rock will never become a heaven, for lack of sufficient Care……..short-sighted losers, everywhere!
But not so fast!
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Omitted, all the voyage of their Life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Here comes the Flood. Maybe we need it to clean this filthy animal barn out a bit.
I don’t know this guy. He may suck, for all I know. But he wrote this first:
Lord, here comes the flood
We’ll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
It’ll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you’re running dry.
Peter Gabriel
Well, I will not share my youtube channel, because it would be too much. It is better to be here with others as an enigma.
I’m exhausted. Dennis’ Mephistophelian rant hit me like a piping hot enema, purging poisonous, long imprisoned …………
You get the picture. It wasn’t pretty. But neither is the strategic situation or the weather report.
But no reason to stink or shrink!
Now that I am purified, my poetic response to Hamilton’s age 15-20 entry into real mankind manhood:
YOUTHFUL GENIUS
Young Hamilton, windward child of Nevis,
Was a motherless witness to tyranny, fear and slavery.
On St Croix, he rode a hurricane north and west
To Manhattan, Revolution and General Washington!
With words and concepts beyond his years,
Merchants, pastors and generals stood amazed,
And felt the privilege of his mind was theirs.
Luciferean inspired genius I might add.If you would know the truth about there document of infamy…. ( http://www.javelinpress.com/hologram_of_liberty.html )
Stick around Las Vegas, and we’ll go deeper into the matter of how many are deceived. You like slave-fornicating Jefferson?
A talented wordsmith but a coward! (talked the talk, but could not, would not walk the walk….in fact he RAN when the British approached Monticello…. and NO, not to join Washington and Hamilton. To hide.).
Like the Indians,I’m convinced the whole bunch was trash.Concerning that piece of offal….. (http://mtwsfh.blogspot.fr/2007/12 ). There is a time line over on the right.Start with the pilgrims.On Scott’s excellent article,the results of this government ( /every-country-has-its-history-except-america-that-has-a-criminal-record-sitrep-by-scott/#comment-282189 )And it continues…… (http://www.veteranstoday.com/2016/10/10/us-israel-direclty-implicated-over-saudi-carnage-in-yemen-irgc/ ).Which is worse,religion or government?
Andrew Korybko’s careful in depth analysis of the various permutations of US brinkmanship/Russia responses in Syria:
Who’s Calling Whose Bluff In Syria?
http://orientalreview.org/2016/10/07/whos-calling-whose-bluff-in-syria/
One major point of contention is whether the Ash/Pentagon cartel acted in defiance of or with the full complicity of Obama in bombing the Syrian Army to shred the ceasefire.
Musings from Count Khazar:
What fools these mortals be. Not immortal like me. Well, I made my choice and I’m glad I did. Who’d want to one of those idiots? Not me, that’s for sure. Ah, the joys of being in charge. It’s a pleasure to be on top, no matter what the price. The cat and the mice.
It’s going pretty much according to plan. The Ruskies turned out to be a disappointment but Putin will soon be history. Good riddance. They’re fools too. Suckers for the same dreams as the Americanos. Toys, toys and more toys. When we pull the plug, they’ll ditch Putin. They can’t live without the goodies we allow them anymore.
Caesar was right. The masses are pigs at the trough and when they don’t get their slop, they turn and gore. Well, we trained them well. All that patriotism and church-going will go to hell. A topsy-turvy world is what we need. Send them all to hell which is where they belong. Hah, they’re half way there now.
Sometimes this job gets on my nerves. Working with a bunch of nerds, herding all the sheeple into their pens, like chickens at night. I’m glad to play the fox, not to mention all the foxies I have at my beck and call. Not a bad job at all. I could send ’em all to hell if I wanted to but it’s more fun to play them like mice.
They’re all worried about World War III. Good, keep them worried and paying us taxes. That’s all that matters. Caesar was right again. I could but why blow the whole game up? No mice to play with then. I need some competition to keep my edge. The Ruskies will do for now. Eventually they’ll fold and do what they’re told. Human nature is too far gone. I’ll have to send a thank you note to Father Freud’s damned soul in hell.
And must not forget Pope Peter’s soul too. He served the same God I do. Hey, we made him up so why not? That was one of our best successes in drugging the masses. Lenin hit the nail on the head with opium of the people. Costs us a fortune to pay off the churches by letting them off the hook with taxes but they do their job well. When’s the last time you heard them criticize us?
I’m so evil and ain’t it sweet not to have to be good? I could kill a million of them Ruskies and not even blink. Stupid Americanos too. Nuke the whole world. What do I care? I’m going to heaven anyway, the one I made. Hah! Oh, what a genius I am. Not me only but my whole tribe. Look at us. We rule. We rock. We’ve got the west and east fighting each other like cocks.
Who but us could pull this off? Oh, for the days of the Great Khan when I could murder millions with no internet to complain. Well, it was necessary to plot the greater and more subtle plan of slow corruption of everyone like cooking a frog slowly. Such sweet torture to see the useless eaters eaten. Hah, we’re turning up the heat on the whole pack of them. Need to spare just enough slaves to do the work for us.
Women have turned out to be the best slaves and not just for sex. Take Samantha, Victoria and Hillary, all macho males in female bods. Oh how brilliant we are. We liberated women into femen; made them into puppets who think they are free. Such idiots and the feminized men are not much better. I must raise the wages of some of my tribe for that job well done.
Sometimes I could laugh myself to death at how clever we are. Humans have turned into the worst of animals. We’ve got them eating themselves by eating the animals they kill. Cannibals and they don’t know it. That’s the best part. Hah, they turned into chickens, pigs and cows themselves. They deserve it. They are our pets. Good, let them get more pets so they can be our pets. We’ll put them in cages and slaughterhouses. What a pleasure to mete out justice like gods.
I’ve got to give a trophy to the ISIS creators and to think they did it in the name of a goddess. What smart rascals we are. And how about pulling off 9/11 with the 911 emergency number? And making almost all think it was planes or demolition or nuclear, whatever. We tested our new weapons. How in the hell did that woman, Judy Woods, slip through? Oh yeh, she’s a woman and who’s gonna believe the truth from a woman?
Everyone thinks the cons in Washington are crazy. Good, it ups the fear factor. They’re acting crazy because they think the new weapons will work on the Ruskies. The Ruskies think they won’t because they’ve got their own and they don’t work yet in field conditions. But only we know if they work or not and we’re not going to tell. Got to keep both sides guessing and paying their dues to us like fools.
I’ve got so many spies telling lies that I can’t believe my own eyes. I must be greater than I think I am to keep this whole farce going. I couldn’t do this by myself so I must be God and he has chosen me and my people to rule. The exceptionals always make the rules for the fools. I’m a parasite and I know it but with such a juicy host, what other way is there to live. Do you play me for a fool? Would I grovel in the dirt like you?
No one can beat us. No one. Not even those pesky Ruskies. They don’t want to beat anyone anyway. The fools. It’s a dog eat dog world but they have their head in the ortho sand box. They defend themselves, just like us. Only we believe that a good defense is an aggressive offense. They don’t and that will be their demise. We’ll cordon them off like chickens in coop. They’re too dumb to know what’s happening. Napoleon and Hitler were just feints; more victims for our blood lust power. Feeds the Ruskie delusion that no one can defeat them.
We’ll corrupt them from within while they waste their strength on arms, which will fall into our hands anyway. Human nature will prevail. We’ve seen to that. Greed, ignorance and pride will work for our side. There’s nothing anyone can do except change people and that’s not going to happen. We’ll see to that. I’ve got more informants and misinformants than maggots on a corpse. I’ve got more money than I can count and I can always make more. And there’s billions of suckers out there lining up have their assets picked or kicked as the case may be.
I’ve got it made. Time is on my side because evil can only run downhill until it’s had its fill, and that’s not going to happen because the appetite is insatiable. Good is an illusion, just like God. If anyone doubts it, just look at the world. Did you ever see the like? Well, of course there is another side or we would be out of business, and that’s not going to happen because the world is a business.
Enough of this meandering. I’ve got to get down to business. I’ve got a world to run — run into the ground. Ha, ha. My mentor masters made too many mistakes. I’ve learned from them. The new methods are unbeatable because they’re invisible except to the really intelligent like me. This new empire of the AZ crazies will fall like all the others. The new Ruskie led one will be no different. Putin will fade away and I’ll have a more reasonable goon to work with.
After all, I’m immortal and will be around forever, getting my kicks from the hicks here on earth. Maybe in the end I’ll just blow the whole thing up and retire to my palace in the sky, the one with the 72 virgins and 144 legions. My legacy is secure. I’ve done my dirty work and left my mark. Let the helpless and hopeless ones remark on that. And if my work is ever undone, I’ll be back; you can count on that. Count on Count Khazar. He’s got your back.
Dear Count,
Thank-you for your letter and for writing to us here in the café. It is rather tedious and time-consuming to have to respond to you, but out of courtesy, a noble and necessary virtue, I will respond, again.
Your hubris is as usual short sighted. For that you are probably not quite to blame as the domain of your kingdom is very limited. Yes, yes I know that you command and control almost everything that can be weighed, measured, and numbered. Your house of mirrors has convinced the masses that beyond this measurable realm lay only the grave. The problem is, this is a great LIE. And here we arrive at the same old quantity vs quality argument.
It is true that you wear many masks, and in the many guises that you have cited in your letter you have obtained great power over many, many souls. As the great deceiver, you have constructed an elaborate fortress, and captured many with your mesmerizing intellectual capacities. Though this is working for you at the moment, you know I speak the truth when I say this is only temporal. Your central weakness lies in the fact that you cannot destroy what is Eternal. And in the grand tableau, you are little more than a petty thief, relegated to the lowly planet earth to carry out a task deemed to you by God. Do I notice you squirming a bit at this remark? Let me pull off your mask a little more Count Con.
The spark of the eternal lives in the depths of every human heart. Most of humanity has lost connection with that indomitable inner force. But this is only temporary. In fact, your corruptibility will actually serve in the end to awaken slumbering souls to their higher nature. It didn’t have to get so ugly. But it is. For you this is intermittent victory. But it will work against you. In the face of human suffering something awakens in the human soul- vision and creativity break through. Humanity is charged by God with becoming. Like you some may turn away from ripening the Fruits of the Tree of Life. But there will always be Truth Seekers. The worst you make things, the more that will seek and speak the Truth. We do have to learn with immense suffering and broken hearts. But as you read the café news, look what pours forth.
This eternal fount will never stop.
Eternal striving will prevail.
Just as you count, number, weigh, and measure, so will you find your days numbered, your power in small measure, and the weight of evil unbearable. As you lull so many into sleep, so will you find yourself in an eternal sleep, powerless over the awakened gaze of human empathy and compassion.
My final taunt- The All Mother Loves All. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Signed,
Freedom from Fear
Dennis and kinterra give themselves (or a promising young playwright) a powerful outline for revival of an art form in pitiful decline in the last decades, in the West: Stage Drama.
Shakespeare would weep at what it has become.
And smile at this outline. It has absolutely EPIC potential, IMHO.
And who would think that Dennis Leary of all people would understand evil so well? His characterization of the Count is so vividly, deeply horrific, I was getting chills.
Meanwhile kinterra, summons in every human heart not yet shrunken to the size of a pea, the awareness of this iciness and the requirement to warm to the task of fighting off hypothermic moral stupor, and turning up the heat til it melts into a puddle of slime thay can be swept into the sewer. Or better yet, shot into the sun.
Yes we find ourselves (reluctantly) in the Theatre of War. Our words are our truth-wielding weapons by which we make advances, liberating our creative potential from old scripts.
K
You wrote in a beauty manner the core of the fight between the Light and Darkness, between Evil and Good, the fight which last till today for long, long time, not forgetting the gentleness of Love.
Great spirit you have, good to have you here !
@ Dennis
Brilliant piece! Thank you for that jewel of a master wordsmith. Most of your writing is a pleasure to read and, when you leave the Love Army behind like useless clatter, it soars to literary heavens,
Cheers
I just came back in the Cafe and found a paper on the well known corner table :
King of Shadow
Who is this King Khazar,
Is neither King nor a Tsar
He thinks he’s doing the best,
He thinks he’s doing the fest ?
He thinks he’s god himself ?
Hiding behind the 9 and 11 ?
Playing with the people’s souls
Like playing with some balls ?
Who the Hell you think you are,
You’re not even the smallest star !
You’re dark and invisible ?
You are dark but very visible
Shit is coming from your mouth
Cause there’s rotten in your throat
Rotten is your bloody heart
And your blood is that of death.
You’re laughing on my brothers,
While raping their mothers ?
And you’re infecting daily others
With your perverted bed lovers.
You made the people get crazy
You think that all are falling so easy
You really think you are a genius,
Much more than the old Plinius ?
But you may forget that you’re a rat
And you’ve been hunted by the cat.
Your genius looks very slim on that
Now, when the cats are coming back !
You’ve got your pretty time of joy
The time is up, we take your toy !
For God is the greatest Ruler
And your dirty game is over.
Such bravery to behold and name that lurking king of shadow. How powerless it becomes when we dismiss the ‘s’ from our sword, and instead we word the beast back to its true proportion. Slowly we shall unmask it, for poetic genius- it is no match.
As for you and all your words dear ioan, as Dennis also remarked, your sun bright soul warmth is felt in the inbetween twilight realm of this cafe. So many fecund words are exchanged here. My well of gratitude fills up, and I long to respond to every single post. But the cafe would get very noisy with every talking all at once. And then, the cafe starts to compete with other parts of my life, and my eyes get computer sore.
So thank-you twice for both poems here, and thrice for all your nice, and many more thank-you ioans to encourage your future tomes.
K
kinterra
You are so kind, let me be the same with you and with everyone here, in this excellent Cafe which is moving in the right direction. The real Genius is Herb, who had this wonderful idea to create this Cafe and Saker who promoted it. Forgive me if I’ll ask you to help Saker to could continue his work, which is our work too, which is our common baby. And we are happy to see this baby growing and becoming stronger and stronger. With so many good fathers and mothers, there could be no doubts on that. Thanks for everyone’s participation and contribution to this Cafe and this Blog.
Do you mean support with money? I do!
I also support with prayers. I do!
Glad to know about Herb. Who will write the story of this cafe of marvels and all that weaves here?
K
kinterra, I was referring to many others here who have the opportunity to backup Saker’s blog also. That’s a good question, maybe Herb or Saker, one day. It would be too pity to let this swallowed by time and machines. Anyway, I will not forget it till my last day and many here, like you, will not forget it, I’m sure (at least I believe that as a child) that all these wonderful meetings in this surreal Cafe will follow us suit after our physical pass away, when we’ll reach our last home. Then, we shall meet again and we will be together in the heavenly Cafe.
Happy B. Day,
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=you+tube+go+hard+like+Vladimir+Putin&view=detail&mid=4D4F6A71CBFBC928B8684D4F6A71CBFBC928B868&FORM=VIRE
We are still waiting for Ukraine to collapse. What is taking so long?
Time is sometimes elastic.
great to be here and attend to such jokes
Franz, glad to see you in the Cafe, last time I forget to thank you. I’ve read your comments in the war-rooms and liked.
It is being eaten up from within by itself, regurgitated, being eaten again, slowly being chewed up, the last will be the final grinding squeak of its own teeth grinding on themselves then a scream with its last breath.
With Russia’s latest tweet,I would say the U.S. government,Denver,Co., needs to get ready. ( .thecommonsenseshow.com/2016/10/07/russias-washington-dc-embassy-issues-war-threat-thru-twitter/ ) For the overseas Sakerites,more info at these links. ( https://duckduckgo.com/?q=denvers+int.+airport+murals&t=ffnt&iax=1&ia=images ++ http://www.intellihub.com/exclusive-secret-underground-base-beneath-denver-international-airport-now-revealed-whistle-blower/ )
Ok now for a more classy piece of music…for Happy B. Day, President of Russia… with real cannons!
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=1812+overture&view=detail&mid=5E743B511889561927A25E743B511889561927A2&FORM=VIRE
Concerning Veterans Today.Originally put up for those “in the know”.They tell you straight up it’s a 60/40 mix of info to B.S.Many times,it’s a mix.Research is required.Mini-nukes are the new weapon of choice. ( http://www.veteranstoday.com/search/?cx=partner-pub-1138693856809059%3A6nrbu-wsp4y&q=nuclear+education&cof=FORID%3A11&locale-search=en-US )The election is viewed as deep state.
Concerning our Circus Maximus elections; it was decided a long time ago. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uw3yidwGchk ) If you vote for Trump, Pax Judaica.We get a new flag ( https://duckduckgo.com/?q=israel+flag&t=ffnt&iax=1&ia=images ).Essential reading ( http://www.veteranstoday.com/2016/07/14/steve-kangas-until-you-know-his-work-you-will-never-understand-who-is-behind-trump/ ).Vote Hillary,keep the roman aquila,flying.No choice but evil.I suggest vote no karma.Vote Jill.
WSJ…strangely quiet today 10/7/16 so the lid is on as the elite of the US elite mull things over this weekend–National Security Conference called . Putin is scheduled to go to Turkey 10/10/16 to attend a World Energy Conference.
And they reported that Bogdanov , Deputy Foreign Minster of Russia, met with his Iranian counterpart and issued a statement to the effect that they decided that it would be nice if everyone kept talking to each other about Syria. Hmmm? bland, bland
Oh and Mistura figures that Aleppo will fall in 2 1/2 months given the current trend of things. What does he know? absolutely nothing.
It looks as if everyone is tiptoeing around, minding their P’s and Q’s, checking each other out from the corner of their eyes and waiting for the 2nd Deir ez Zor shoe to drop.
drinking
eating
bathing
dancing
joy of the body
to each child
Tartus Syria
birth town of St. Paul
Tartus Syria
base of St. Vladimir
in holy Syria
16. 9. 2016 USA
latest broken treaty
to Russia
Syria and
the natives
of the world
now
crazies with
nukes
is given by
the indispensable
comedians
may God help us
and he does
many happy returns
humble
“Ceasar with the soul of Christ”
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
Interestingly, I see Putin as the Caesar with the soul of Christ too.
A post here from Pat Lang at SST.
http://turcopolier.typepad.com/sic_semper_tyrannis/
…The Israelis now realize that the Russians have already shot down a couple of their aircraft and that they now do not command the skies over Syria. This is a game changer.
Natanyahu has asked Putin to mediate the Israeli/Palestinian dispute. This is another game changer. The US and especially our useless, arrogant and impotent State Department has clutched the ownership rights over the Palestine Question to its bosom for decades refusing to let the Europeans have any role at all.
The war party; McCain, Lindsay Graham, their staffers et al are doing their best to provoke a war in the insane belief that the Russians will back away from us before that happens and that if they don’t back away we can destroy them without being destroyed.
I am old. I lived through the great days of the US. I am ready for the cataclysm that may come soon. pl
………..
If the part about the Israeli’s is correct, then they may have already jumped ship?
In honor of the birthday of a respected and beloved world leader, whose birthday falls near the celebrated feast day of the Archangel Michael, I have written a story. Herewith part II. (Part 1 was told somewhere in the early posts of this cafe.) Love and thanks to all the cafe poets and writers for their inspirations for this story, and for welcoming a gypsy storyteller.
K
Much to his dismay, the dragon faltered. The beast had caught sight of its most feared enemy- the Archangel Michael, defender of Truth and Justice towering at Vlad’s back. But, it was only a momentary setback. The dragon rose on its haunches fomenting with power at the realization that this could be the decisive battle that would rid the earth forever of all cosmic nuisance. With the opportunity now at hand to defeat the Archangel, and secure a final triumph of evil over all the earth, the beast seethed against Vlad.
With a sudden elevation of mind and spirit, Vlad felt himself lightening- fortified by Michael’s in-streaming presence. Though he was not without trepidation, a great volition took hold of his heart and limbs, and a resolute strength issued from his countenance. Again the dragon momentarily faltered, slightly unnerved by the sudden force asserted against it.
The battle raged on. With delft and measured might, Vlad severed claws and appendages from the beastly apparition. Several of its hideous heads were slashed asunder. With each such victory Vlad’s tenacity increased. The shining swift-winged saker falcon circled the periphery of the battlefield, and with shrill cries dispensed news of Vlad’s encounters to the world. Days and nights turned to weeks and months. Years seemed like centuries of war. The deeper Vlad entered the battle the more resolute he became. But the power of the beast was immense. One by one his weapons were defeated against the dragon’s hegemony.
His lance broken, his shield smashed, and his sword shattered, Vlad, the Humble, now stood unarmed facing the salivating fiend. Vlad stood upright, composed, and resilient. He removed his helmet. The dragon, which by now had been left with only one eye, watched as a smile crossed the warrior’s face. For the third time the dragon was taken aback by his opponent’s surety and force.
Vlad was a prize for sure. Never had anyone inflicted such pain upon the beast. There was something the dragon knew he did not know. “Before I consume you,’ it mocked triumphantly, “Tell me your secret. What it is that makes a man smile before his grave.”
It was the eyes of Archangel Michael that looked through Vlad’s eyes now, and it was the thunder of Michael’s voice that spoke in him. This was no longer a battle of the sword. Only the Power of the Word could achieve mastery over the opponent.
“That you will surely know after you eaten me, “ was the answer. “ For once you swallow me, Truth will live inside you, and from within I will master you. I am the victor, and by Truth you are defeated.”
The power of these words reverberated far into the firmament. The blade of Michael’s sword began to emit a stream of cosmic stardust. A scintillating shower of sparks from an unseen heavenly forge rained down upon the earth. The Earth was blessed with a vivifying force of renewal, and in this rain of mercy all the world rejoiced. Only the vile dragon writhed in horror and pain as the droplets of love fell upon its wretched form. As the imprisoned light and stolen metals were liberated from beast’s anatomy, vapors and steam ascended in all the colors of the rainbow. The ascending steam and the descending rain of blessings began crystallize into an architecture. An ethereal rainbow bridge spanned from earth to cloud.
Vlad stood admiring this unimaginable sight. He gazed deeply into the last eye of the beast. Vlad’s heart was moved to pity. With understanding and compassion for a soul and spirit forfeited to evil, he reached out his hand. This was the warrior’s final blow- the coup d’état. The one thing this vile creature could not bear was this beholding gaze of compassion. Slithering and slouching it recoiled back into the underworld, preferring an existence of nothingness in the bottomless pit to the eternal repetition of good forever overcoming evil.
The happy ending is a long, long story. Among some of the sequels are: The saker falcon was disenchanted and returned to its true form = The Dove of Peace.
A lasting and eternal covenant was sealed between the starry heavens and the earth- As Above- So Below. A Sacred Wedding Feast ensued, and the All Mother of Creation regained her rightful throne. The dragon eventually comes around. All of this will take a very long time. For this reason, there is no end to eternity.
I like it!
Infinitely, eternally better, kinterra, than Star Wars Umpteen that I had to sit through for one son’s 14th birthday, at direction of his mother. With all those idiotic order following cloned storm troopers that reminded me of American voters.
My Spin on the global Showdown:
The way I see it, the Beast thinks it’s got air, earth, water and especially fire virtually monopolized, to the point of believing in his ability to strut Full Spectrum Abomination over all Creation.
This was the ritual of 911.
FLIGHT 11 for Tower 1, Flight 93 missed Building 7, Flight 175 hit Tower 2 and (supposedly) 77 hit the Pentagon.
Such was the Beastly Plan, in order:
11 (1+1 =2) 2
93 (9 + 3 = 12 1+ 2= 3
175 (1 + 7 + 5 = 13 1+3 = 4
77 (7 + 7= 14 1+ 4 = 5 (for Pentagon)
Add ’em all up: 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 = 14 again. Equals 5
But with earth, air, water and fire separated from Spirit. In the service of the Beast.
‘Cept apparently one or two order followers felt the Spirit and 93 never made it to Building 7.
Failed Manifestation Ritual, Beast. You f’d up and made a mess out of your manifestation and exposed yourself through your stupid number magic.
Moral of the story: Beast tried to put down Spirit, separate it (the 1) from the material realm of the 4 (earth, air, water, fire) and bury it in order to rule over a prison of fear and loathing. But you can’t put it down for long.
So, no dice, Dragon. Illumi-naughty-naughty try, but no, no, no, not today! Spirit will pop out of some new dimension you can’t even see, turn your fiery ass inside out and kick the sh*t out of it. Spirit rules, except in your eternally dumb-ass consciousness. You’ll learn some day. After a near eternity of seething and writhing from having your fire put into reverse, and coming out the wrong end.
Some more info at the following link.They have really cleaned the web of useful info.Sadly,this is what is left. ( http://www.paranoiamagazine.com/2016/05/green-horse-rides-blood-games-begin/ ) Where oh where did my geocities go?
Apologies, but this is just the way I write. I come from Oldham Lancashire England. I know I use too many words – but this is just the way it comes out..Its about community really – nothing to do with politics…well maybe a bit..
Sorry if you don’t understand it..its probably too long anyway – I hope The Saker and his Family are O.K…
Craig Murray born in Norfolk to an English Mother and a Scottish Father talks Really Posh Southern English – Like My Mum who was born in London and eventually after being brought up as a Peasant Girl in Northern France by Her Dad and his Scottish Mum immediately after WW1 (shortly after they both dropped dead – when she was 10 ) (Officer and a Gentleman – he actually survived 4 years in The Trenches)…She went to The Poshest Boarding Schools in Southern England
They all talk Posh
I don’t. My wife doesn’t and the girl I met tonight doesn’t talk posh either. I introduced her to my wife – an hour later – when she and all these southern girls poured into the pub from yet another girly night out…
She comes Sheffield – never seen her before in my life..
Its just that – if you come from Up North and You live South of Watford…
well you just kind of Instantly get on…
Cut through all the bullshit and talk to each other as if you went to school together – and have known each other forever…
I don’t know if Southern People – who move Up North can do that so quickly….
I told my wife when she eventually turned up that she was fcking georgeous..well you know..(sort of)
and so everyone was dancing – and she was kind of sat down – all night – I thought she was probably with the band..she says no
I thought she might be disabled – cos she hadn’t got up…
I couldn’t just ask her to dance – but did – beckoning her…still she sat there – even after my wife turned up…
She says – I’ve not been out for 8 and a half years – I’m just dying for a (go to the toilet)
I says -The Ladies..is that way…
She got up – and said – don’t look at me bum…
I says why not…
10 mins later she is headbanging with all the girls to AC/DC
I could have pulled there…Quality … My wife and her exchanged phone numbers…
They got on like a house on fire…
She only lives just down the road from us…and she says she is going to the gig tomorrow with us.
What a nice girl.
It was as if I went to school with her.
It’s hard to explain these things.
Maybe its a Tribal Thing – rather Than a Globalist Thing.
How’s the Saker? – I’ve heard – he’s been blown away by both Florida and Iceland…
I says to him – well there’s always England. My Son runs an ISP – and he is Experienced.
The band (well when I got there) started off with Robert Plant – and then they did Yes.
Who are these people?
They are exceedingly good musicians and seemed to really like playing in one of our local pubs.
Free to get in. I put £5 in the jug.
We like living in England.
We’ve got the Best Bands.
The Saker’s website was down again this morning. I notice these things.
Tony
Hello Cafe denizens, hope you are all well, long time no grok.
I just found this link. I have to say, I agree with the Saker’s spot-on remarks on Alex Jones’s megaphone from years ago, but I think we’ve got the subject a bit wrong. I disagree with Jones on a few things (mainly the climate), but I didn’t see the obvious sitting in front of me. Alex is the descendant of Babtist hellfire and brimstone preachers, in the best sense of the word. He here explains why war with Russia is insane, and defends Cynthia Mckinney to boot, in language which even the lamest moron in America can understand. My jaw is on the floor with his preacher power (for the first fifteen minutes, anyway), and I have to applaud him. I hope someone listens. Again, I’m not endorsing everything Alex does, but I thought the following was a powerful and killer performance, hilarious at times and every bit as good, in its own way, as Neil Young at the amphitheater last night (Neil and band kicked arse). God bless you all.
I’ve been listening to this guy for twenty years, starting on the shortwave. I pray his intro sermon does some good. I laughed, that’s a start.
Infowars: How Nuclear War with Russia will start
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONun7a0ERbI
I set my clock wrong last night and as a result got up way too early. It’s still pitch black out. Sounds like where the world is heading if we don’t change our heading.
Count Con, as Kinterra coined him, the black knight of light, is laughing up his sleeve at our naivete. His DEW (Directed Energy Weapons) demands its due and so far we haven’t got a clue about what to do.
I do. This week in the Love Government calendar is the seven of light, called Clear, the top of the light line after red through purple. I wrote this poem years ago as a DEW (Directed Energy Wisdoms), the main one being Love. I direct this Clear Energy of Love to Russia and yes, to her mortal enemy, Count Con, as well. After all, what could use love more than hell?
The Seven of Light: Clear
My Lover is a pure radiant light
She shines like clear crystal white
The colors all come from her heart
A painting composed by her art
She rises on this house with the morning sun
I’ll live as her spouse until the world is done
At night when the moon rides high overhead
My love comes to me to lie in our bed
I swear I could hear the card called Clear
She sighed sweet and low: there’s something you know
Come to your senses, drop your defenses
Come into the clear where I’m close and near
There’s nothing to fear if everything is here
Like my house on the hill
I grew quiet and still
The wind at my back
The night wrapped in black
In that still empty space
I found my own place
Nowhere to go and nothing to do
Just the silence between me and you
All clear, she said, with a nod of her head
Do not fear, sweet, when two ends meet
Things are not what they appear
What you’ve got is all here
Stay with me, love, don’t run away
The light shining above invites you to stay
When you’re white with fear
Remember the light is near
My temple house is here
My sacred name is Clear
Walk down the road, the one told of old
Enter this high, holy house
Entertain your one, only spouse
Fear will run down, love will come down
Sorrow will clear up, your cup will fill up
When I’m gone, sing this song
I won’t be long, right or wrong
Say she is near, not to fear
She’s in the clear, standing here
I was thinking about you last night
Thinking about that seven of light
Wondering about my deepest fright
Praying for some clearing insight
It came to me and it felt just about right
All there is is clear fearless white
Oh, clear white light
My own heart’s peer
Help me fight my cold hard fear
Wipe away my sad eyed tear
Come, sweet light, my soul mate dear
Sweet mother of light, father’s delight
Paint me bright in your sight
Dennis, my dear friend, if I were younger I would copy your love poem and send it to my love. Ah, I forget, today is not more the same as yesterday was, there is no more poetry mails between the lovers, they looking instead at their iPhone’s. The romantic in the new generation has been gone. I’m glad to be born and grown up in those days, without such technicalities. (or technique-fatalities)
Oh the big, bad count is now calling us naive. It’s just a fear tactic. Count Counterfeit
disdains innocence, and doesn’t understand language like “unless ye become a little child, ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.” This kind of thing really throws him off. So the best his counterfeit nature can muster is mockery- an attempt to make us feel small and naïve. The All Mother and Her Holy Servants (Blessed are their Holy Names) treasure the small and meek. In fact, the door to Her Queendom is a rather small. Without Meekness entrance to Her Queendom is denied. (A very wise move on Her part to make the door so small.)
Like any noble prisoner who learns to pity his jailer for the worse fate that awaits him, so we can see the Count’s ‘naïve’ card can be played in a favorable way- an asset towards finding and remembering our true meekness. Score for the good!
He’ll be down for the count if we keep at it.
K
Well, I find all these stories a bit depressing and scaring …..I wonder how this so much insistence in the weaknesses of Russia and in our own insignificance in front of an omnipotent and crazy enemy could help in bring the peoples hearts and souls up enough as to achieve them trusting its own inner value, strenght and invincibility when fighting all united……
When I was a child I never lost this series about an Army of Rebel Fair People who fought a despotic and evil Empire and, despite the dangers and losses amongst their ranks never lost the joy of spirit which is with you all the time you are
sure of fighting the right fight on the right side…..So,….who said fear and desperation?
https://youtu.be/4q4qng5ZTV8
I put the Spanish version of the presentation because I love the message which has nothing to do with the English one…..I will translate it for you:
“An old Chinese proverb says: “Do not despise the snake because of not having horns, maybe it reincarnates in dragon”.
Also a man can be a whole army.
almost 1000 years ago during the time of the Sung dynasty, he had a cruel and corrupt government. These riders were considered criminals, but they were just men to whom they had forced to live in The Blue Frontier of the Liang Shan Po, far from the southern capital of the Empire.
They fought against tyranny and had been put a price on their heads vin times very different from our own times.
The story begins in legend, because our heroes, they said, were the latest reincarnation of ancient heroes …..”
Interesting the thing with reincarnation.
Nick Griffin made a following comment on his facebook page:
Nick Griffin British Unity
3 hrs ·
Massive US war build up floods Aldergrove airbase. Locals angry and scared but MSM cover it up.
The Obama regime is gearing up for full-scale war! And a key point in their build up is Aldergrove airbase in Northern Ireland, the first landing place for USAF planes crossing the Atlantic.
For nearly a week, residents near the Base have suffered sleepless nights as waves of war planes have come in and then headed on further east. Much of the activity is under cover of night.
Angry locals have complained and contacted the press but, apart from one mention on the local radio and Belfast Telegraph. The biggest military build up since the Cuban Missile Crisis is being kept under wraps.
Is this because of a D-Notice or do the MSM presstitutes simply censor themselves these days? Neither would surprise us!
The cause of this apparently insane push towards war is simple:
The US’ ‘tame’ Al Nusra and FSA jihadis in Aleppo face defeat and annihilation. If Aleppo is liberated, it is not just a relief for secularists, Shia communities, Christians and moderate Sunnis all over the Middle East. It will also mark the effective collapse of Washington’s neoconservative agenda in the Middle East, and at a stroke replace the USA with Russia as the most influential power (and best ally) in the whole region.
If Obama resists the hawks’ push for war now, then he will go down in history as the President who lost US hegemony in what was supposed to be only the beginning of a 100 year Anglo-Zionist Reich.
A further plus for war in the minds of these lunatics is that it would provide a backdrop either for a Clinton victory on the grounds of experience, or an excuse to postpone the election for long enough to break or assassinate Trump.
Because, make no mistake, if Aleppo is liberated and Trump wins, then the whole Washington Empire project – which started with the crushing of the Confederacy, mestasticised with the foundation of the Federal Reserve and came within an inch of world domination when it allied itself with Saudi oil money and Zionist media power – will collapse overnight.
Which would make the whole world a safer place for all the rest of us, but is an unbearable prospect for the criminal elites concerned.
Which is why children near Aldergrove are being woken every night by the scream of jets, and while millions of children may one day soon suffer and die as the destruction these criminals have already delivered through their Nazi and Wahhabi proxies in Donbass and Syria is visited on the world.
Thanks, Marcin.
It’s good that local awareness wakes people up. The most sanguine might realize that these warm up war preparations may result in war right over their heads, falling on their heads. I leave it to others to describe what Russia might do, with what subs in the area, etc.
However I want to draw attention to a stark absurdity that Nick Griffin states, at the end:
“Because, make no mistake, if Aleppo is liberated and Trump wins, then the whole Washington Empire project – which started with the crushing of the Confederacy,………”
Right, Nick. Such a shame that the Palmerston/Rothschild project for a slave empire from Virginia to Patagonia, including the entire west of north America was foiled by Abraham Lincoln and Czar Alexander II.
Absolutely pathetic historical confusion.
Hamilton, who as an 18 year old who had seen the beginnings of such an Empire up close on Nevis, St Kitts, and Saint Croix diagnoses the root of Mr Griffin’s confusion, or deliberate confusing, as the case may be:
“The fundamental source of all your errors, sophisms, and false reasonings, is a total ignorance of the natural rights of mankind. Were you once to become acquainted with these, you could never entertain a thought, that all men are not, by nature, entitled to a parity of privileges. You would be convinced that natural liberty is a gift of the beneficent Creator to the whole human race, and that civil liberty is founded in that, and cannot be wrested from any people without the most manifest violation of justice. Civil liberty is only natural liberty, modified and secured by the sanctions of civil society. It is not a thing, in its own nature, precarious and dependent on human will and caprice, but it is conformable to the constitution of man, as well as necessary to the well-being of society.”
-Alexander Hamilton, “The Farmer Refuted,” February 23, 1775
Time to get unconfused about a few fundamentals.
This guy, Alex Jones, does all the yelling and screaming so much better than I can, he has an audience of millions, and the NWO hates him to their core. It is so satisfying.
http://russia-insider.com/en/politics/alex-jones-lays-out-wwiii-scenario-rails-lunatic-us-congress-video/ri16889
In addition, I’ll paste the link to the video from 10/7/16 where he goes over this at length, for those who want to check it out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEgFIUAuO3I
I agree with Internal Exile and Terenam 13.
Alex Jones disdainers have a few nit-picking points that are completely besides the point. The question is: What are THEY doing???
The point, as I see it, is that Alex mobilizes a lot of Americans that I would sail right over the heads of and mortally offend within 20 seconds of opening my mouth and speaking frankly.
He reaches millions, and I can’t reach my own my own relatives. Until 15 years after 911. Then, on my recent road trip, they finally start to get it. Well, thanks, for the response, however that rate of “getting it” ain’t gonna cut the mustard, folks. Better late than never, but could we pick up the f*cking pace, just a wee bit???? No, just a whole lot!???
Now, after those people have listened to Alex for a few months, I might have a chance of lasting several minutes talking with them. It is a very, very useful role that Alex is playing! IMHO. So don’t quibble about his gravel voice and that he hawks products so that he can keep going. Ridiculous nitpickers.
I totally second all you say. And Sun Tzu says he agrees with both of us.
With Canuckistani Thanksgiving rapidly, and inexorably, approaching, I especially wanted to thank you for making me laugh about my zombie relatives who, like yours, ‘get’ things in geological, not human, time.
Cheers Bro & Franz and Terenam, I often think what it would take out of a person to do a show every day for 20 years.
Concerning the sheeple herd. ( http://www.kappit.com/img/157446/for-god-sake-trevor-always-you-with-that-conspiracy-stuff-im-telling-you-the-man-and-the-do/ )
Yes,he’s definitely establishment.He helps maintain the status quo thru defilade/enfilade tactics.BUT,I also agree.Definitely the first step in a journey of a thousand miles.He gave his Jewess bitch the boot which is a big plus;-).His forum, which is heavily censored, is a worthy challenge to get info links posted.;-D. A whole 20 seconds!?Talent on loan from God
For me this vineyard is the pulse of the world. I have to check that pulse to gauge my own health as well as the world’s. I wonder why it was this vineyard with all its deficits that was chosen. I recall that the Saker said he chose the title: Saker Vineyard by anagram of his own name, which to English speakers like myself is an “enigma wrapped in mystery.”
If my recollection is correct, this Vineyard of the Saker was born of magic or providence, take your pick. It was not exactly planned; it arrived uninvited, wrapped in enigma and mystery. A vineyard and a saker are not normal comrades. Vineyards grow fruit while sakers eat rats. There is a connection there by opposition. When sakers eat grapes and whiff fruits, we will be in the new dimension.
In the meantime, the vineyard gathers information and gives it freely. Magically, as Tom Feeley suffered a stroke and Information Clearing House went down, this forum becomes more my information clearing house. Again by magic, plan or normal operation, the storm of storms was down-graded, and the vineyard continued without its captain. “Oh, captain, oh my captain…”
“I just don’t know what I’m going to do; I was all right until I fell in love with you.” I don’t even remember how I got here. This is a very strange place. Some weird mix of war cantina and love cafeina. Whenever I come here I feel a love-war of fear and cheer. Reality and virtuality flirt and flit from war room to love room with impunity.
Oh, captain, my captain, come back soon. This earth-ship is either spinning out of control or on a rocking roll. It needs your steady hand and steadfast heart to comport body and soul.
Does anyone have a link for that news story with the picture of Putin as Peacemaker banner that was hung from a bridge? It was NY I think.
Many thanks,
K
Image search term Putin+Peacemaker returns multiple results. Here’s one: https://www.xanianews.com/news/banner-calling-putin-a-peacemaker-unfurled-from-new-york-city-bridge-photos?uid=355736
Perfect! Gracias!
From a friend: A recent survey showed that voters now perceive the government and congress as the biggest problems needing to be addressed in American society.
Doesn’t that play perfectly into the hands of NWO planners? Isn’t that just what Sorros is spending money to achieve?
Reply: Its like a yugee do or die battle, the winner takes it all, like the WW2 eastern front. The NWO could use this strong perception / mood of the publics distrust to keep the wedge moving they have inserted into the democratic institutions, to further fracture the American dream. Then when things go badly for the masses they give the people the solution to solve the problem they created. The solution being totalitarianism / NWO etc.
On the other hand the same mood of Govt distrust, of the people, also holds a component of awakening. Millions and millions are on the web writing posting uploading resistance material. Millions more read the stuff and thus become harder to fool. I also think fanatical support for the Dems is inflated as the Elites manufacture support.
Im hopeful. But the Baddies do know the following: They cant begin a huge crackdown on their own people in the west, as long as Russia is strong. They need the support of the Wests people to fight Russia. Hence the MSM over the top onslaught against Russia. The problem for these insane war mongering want everything control freaks is many many of us see thru them. My respect for the American people has dropped a lot. Most are good people living in the most controlled manipulated environment sure. However despite this there is enough material ‘out there’ for them to understand whats really going on and ‘Man Up’.
Thank God, the powerful Bear is awake. Its been poked and poked a lot and has had enough. Millions of us in the West support the Bear, fight for the Bear. Russia has become de facto, mans hope.
I’ve got a feeling that the US of Z is being drawn into a cauldron and the wicked witch of the west is going to be boiled in her own juices. I don’t have one of those hand-held magic crystal all-knowing 2 by 4’s so I just looked at the lies in my hand, and sure enough there it was from an impeccable authority: Joe Blow from Mexico.
Turnkey, Israhell and Rushya snuk into the basement of Cafe Caveman in Instantbull beneath the bridge to nowhere. The upshot was that ZATO would replace NATO and Bussles would be made into brics.
Since the splinter net can say anything to millions of star-studded screens faithfully screened by NSA I was skeptical. But a pop-up came out of my left thumb prognosticating the truth for $9.99. Starting this fall there is to be a thousand years of property for free, with no hidden fees, thanks to a born again ISIS as secretary of the UN.
What I thought is to become of my star-spangled, liberty statued land of the free country? I asked my hand which at that very second buzzed with a text message. It was the Prexit saying vote for the woman and get a dollar off, followed by a scantilly clad trumpette upping the sale by 10%. I repeated my question to my other hand and learned that the reformed ISIS is holding a “come to Jesus” revival in Belle Isle, Michigan come next 4th of July.
My hand was wet with sweat at this exciting news but how did I know it was true when my question still hung in the web? Suddenly the voice of Elvis crooning “My country, tis of thee, sweet liberty” came over my right brain, followed by “your question will be answered in approximately three minutes.”
Sure enough, in an hour my head quivered and Hillary’s voice came into my left brain by pre-recorded message: “I will make America great again, and no one will be allowed to ask questions, for your increased security.” I was reassured and regained my faith in the infallible internet.
Saker writes that his family and house are safe from the storm, but he went through the high winds of anxiety and needs to recover.
I too feel anxiety that is mostly internally generated by hang-overs from my youth. I try vents and rants here with mixed results, often glad if nobody listens to my verbose chatter.
Every day I ride a red and blue squarish trolley that looks like it was designed for children’s eyes. Well mothered children are a delight to see and provide some relief from the continual drums of war announcing the latest no terror left behind.
Here’s a poem I wrote years ago while holding my baby son in one arm while I wrote this with the other. I dedicate this poem to the war-torn children of this child-abusing world.
You’re a child on the run
Picking flowers in the sun
Up and down and all around
To and fro, high and low
Peek a boo, cat and mouse
Up the chimney in the house
In the corner with the king
And the maid who likes to sing
When you cry the fiddlers three
Take you up upon their knee
Tell you stories that never end
Show you spoons that will bend
Wonder wise surprise your eyes
Without trying win the prize
Take it easy climbing ridges
Have fun building bridges
Look up high they are nigh
Lifting you up to the sky
Fears allayed while you played
Loving parents took you there
To that castle in the air
Playing catch up in these Cafes
I start at the bottom and scroll up.
And see ioan’s style (in many ways)
In this poem by Leary! Oh, coffee cup!
What new brew is mixed in thee?
I taste the whimsy of our dear ioan,
Yet am informed it’s Dennis Leary!
Sip,and savor every cup and poem.
For you never really ever know,
All ingredients in that cup you drink!
All the influences on mind and soul,
How varied and magical, what you think!
Interesting that this Belgian (NATO?) publication states that “Putin ‘sneaks NUCLEAR-capable ballistic missiles into EUROPE’ as WW3 fears escalate”
“Moscow sent the deadly Iskander-M missile system on a civilian ship so it would remain undetected to the Russian enclave of Kaliningrad, according to Estonian media.”
https://www.xanianews.com/news/putin-sneaks-nuclear-capable-ballistic-missiles-into-europe-as-ww3-fears-escalate?uid=358861
but also has this article:
https://www.xanianews.com/news/vladimir-putin-scares-poland-and-estonia-as-he-advances-nuclear-missiles-to-kaliningrad?uid=360292
“Russian Defence Ministry spokesman Major-General Igor Konashenkov played down the concerns…….He also said Russia used the deployment to figure out what range a U.S. spy satellite has.
‘We exposed one Iskander before loading it on the Ambal (a cargo carrier) right under a U.S. reconnaissance satellite flying above in order to verify the parameters of that space apparatus. We did not have to wait too long (for results),’ he said, without elaborating”
Ha!
All eyes are on Russia, number one “reality” show.
https://www.yahoo.com/news/exclusive-russia-builds-forces-syria-reuters-data-analysis-165928186.html?ref=gs
Las estrellas se inclinen, pero Dios decide segun los del tiempo medieval. But those were times when people believed in different absolutes on which they build shared social reality and people lived in tribal or religious groups–extreme individualism was not a good survival choice as Spinoza quickly learned.
It is interesting ,as the demon seeding the planet moves us toward mutual assured destruction, that the discussion of what constitutes “reality” is launched by a generation of people who probably never played outside freely and creatively with a neighborhood group of kids, but who were lugged around by helicopter parents to selective “play groups” and educational lessons or organized competitive sports activities ( pay to play these days) and then who retired to their rooms to play non sensory games electronically with electronic markers of another personality.
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=Don%27t+mess+with+mother+nature+you+tube+video&&view=detail&mid=D548DA43CD51EEE5F8BFD548DA43CD51EEE5F8BF&rvsmid=C2BA406AC30C266A9626C2BA406AC30C266A9626&fsscr=0&FORM=VDQVAP
Yes, that generation whom you are referring to and who now are leading us to the destruction, has created a generation who are doing the same. They are totally disrupted from reality (the large majority of them)they seem to not be interested in the happenings on this world (the things we are discussing here in this blog) What can we expect from such youth ? That’s a big dilemma…
good grief the dragon sure gets a bollocking on here… hmm, mine’s a tamed one, who creeps out of his lair at night only when I lay down the saucer of milk and left-overs…
back to the future, or the now: the now of numbers. the tao of number. the tao of babel – shut up and get on with it – ok…
it being currently the 9th day of something – its something or nothing – (eye roll), that greek monster of all fame, hydra, did have 9 heads,(how they rolled) but not only that, there are nine muses too, ( who frequent this site, by turn, and by the artful design of the gods), and :
red, blue and yellow, the primary colors, reflect the true nature of:
earth/ red, cosmos/blue, Christ spirit /yellow, radiant -gold
that’s the 3 wrapped up.
I wonder esoteric master of colors three,
And sage interpreter of trio squared,
If Dragons could ever multi-polar be,
And if, in the End, yours could be spared?
That is the Primary Question of the Day!
I scratch my head, finding no answer facile
As to whether kinterra, St George or Lear-ay
Could be persuaded not to impale your reptile!
It all depends, it seems, and I thoughtfully suppose,
On how mild and tame your lizard after all can be.
Can he love like the warmer blooded? Who knows!
Can he ever care, unlike the reptilian Illumi-naughty?
Before we can trust him or ever turn our backs
We must test the master’s skill in taming dragons,
And see if we are safe from surprise sneak attacks.
Or still be on our guard, in our warily circled Cafe Wagons!
Although some children seem to think them cute,
Caution is (by far) the better part of sense and valor.
Open wide, beastie, breathe slowly out your chute,
We’ll test your dragon breath for toxins and for ca-lor.
Puff the Magic Dragon
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. oh
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow whene’r they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
Dragons live forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant strings make way for other toys.
One sad night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave,
So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.
https://youtu.be/Y7lmAc3LKWM
Maybe Illuminaughty dragons are just suffering abandonment of their adoptive child and need more love.
But careful, now. This song is said to be very subversive, with deeply occulted meaning within those innocent lyrics..
The above five verses are yours, definitely. You have your own style, the signature is there, your eyes and mind are that of a falcon, exploring and seeing everything which others can’t or omit. Your aptitude to see things behind the veils is magnificent. Why should you change, when you are so good in your own way and we can learn a lot from you ? Go this path, go and follow your math, cause you belong to the cats, being yourself one of them, catching the big fat rats, as I wrote in an earlier poem. You’re a cat with falcon eyes, seeing the rats from miles.
I live on the borderline of the real and the virtual. This vineyard is a symbol of that twilight zone. I consider myself real: I have a body, mind and heart. I am surrounded by earth, sun, stars, other people and a whole history of memories and influences.
This site is virtual in the sense that it is different from my real world; it depends on intricate technology which sometimes collapses into nothing. I assume that real people are behind this machinery but I take that on faith until I would actually meet them in the flesh. Many of the names here are not real, including the Saker’s.
We are gradually moving from a real world into a virtual one that can collapse at any time. A real world is one that lasts forever. The change began in earnest with the advent of writing where scribbles on stone and paper replaced face to face interactions, leading to the internet where digital electro-magnetic impulses replace writing.
Virtuality is a mechanistic tool which can be used by real people for good or evil. Today our reality has been largely subverted by evilists to construct their own virtue (power) onto others, due to their own alienation from the real. War is their twisted virtue, a mutation of the real which will when it runs its ugly course be muted by love’s immune system.
It’s difficult to navigate these two different worlds; the temptation is to jettison one and seek security in the other: to revert to some kind of a pure nature or surrender to the implacable machine. The tension probably goes way back to the dynamic of creator and creation.
I’m almost 77 and have gone through many changes in my real self and in my virtual entanglements. Right now I’m engaged in this virtual vineyard and its connections to an increasingly unreal world. It’s a dangerous business.
To complicate the matter, I have developed my own virtual world which interacts with this one. I call it the Love Government which opposes evil governments. For this virtual vineyard I have adapted the Love Government to the Love Army since this site’s purpose is to stop the war on Russia, a basically military move abetted by 80% information. The Love Army is an incongruent term designed to jam the enemy’s data gathering and jar any friends’ set ideation.
The Love Government has its own public data bank and the Love Army is storing its own here, scattered amongst the cafes, again to jam and jar. So there are a number of intersecting memes being woven into a web of its own inside another web, like those Russian boxes within boxes. But by reason of its virtuality it’s like Russian roulette which could die suddenly.
The real is what lasts. The virtual will at some point collapse like a house of cards and be built up again for the joy of it. That’s nature as any tree leaf can tell. We are in such a mess because we have severed our roots in the real. The Love Government is rooted in the real which is the community of original lovers, whether on this earth or in the universe.
The Love Army derives its sustenance and legitimacy from the Love Bower, a term adapted for this vineyard to complement the war and cafe rooms. The heart of the real is this same community of lovers, abstracted into a central symbol of the Lover, situated in this vineyard.
It’s virtual because where is it? Florida? Moscow? Rio? It’s everywhere and nowhere. Yet, behind it presumably are real persons like myself. A strange twilight zone indeed. But such is the world. If we drift too far from the shore of reality into lala land, we will simply deconstruct ourselves and be recycled.
The Love Army’s third division is about our real animal nature. The mission is to love free animals, which we were designed to be, with brains and bodies to house our minds and spirits. We have largely devolved into pets of empire, strikingly notarized by the institutional business of pethood. That’s a sore point here which I’ll touch gently upon and move on.
My point is that I want to be free to travel through virtual and real space. There are thousands of evil agents who are dying to clip my wings, castrate me and make me their pet. I must resist that type of invisible virtuality if I want to be free. There are thousands of ways avoid that fate worse than death. The Gordian knot must untied strand by strand. It’s an illusion to think I can cut through it like King Arthur because if I do I suicide since I am the knot.
From my perspective now, it looks like I came here to learn how to regain freedom in the midst of the most subtle and controlling force ever foisted upon an unsuspecting humanity. It’s touch and go every day. I have to frame the game so that it’s me against evil itself, personified as Count Khazar or Count Con.
But who am I? Am I really a community including you? In the original love bower, there were no modern mirrors except in the eyes of another or in the still reflection of water. Mirrors produced the illusion and addiction to an unreal self, an aspect of virtuality. The Love Army renews its fighting spirit in the Love Bower of wild and free lovers.
The other day I saw a Nevada license plate shouting in pride with bold letters: “Wild and Free.” To one side was a rearing wild horse. That’s the me I want to be. I was told I was a double Sag. Time to get off my high horse and set her free as she was meant to be. I can stand on my own two feet. And she doesn’t need me to sit on her back.
I love free animals because at heart I am one. But freedom isn’t free; it can only be within the parameters of love, which in turn is determined by the parameters of the Love Bower, Government and Army, temporarily setting up its quarters here by virtue of a vineyard.
as a 74er I like to listen to you at the fire in the vineyard burning
the old wood under the stars.
As for the mirrors: in the zodiac Cancer is the mirror of Sag.
And Sagittarius rules in the quarter of images entering as sons and daughters
out of nontemporal spirit into time.
As for virtuality: the constellations in our birth chart – are they real or virtual?
Well Dennis,
if you investigate this carefully:
https://www.quantamagazine.org/20160421-the-evolutionary-argument-against-reality/
It seems that you (or I) could, quite literally, be making this up as we go along ;-)
Interesting stuff, but be on your guard around AI guys and math nerds: They live on the razor’s edge of sanity/insanity and are mostly so unbalanced to the left side of their crania that they forgot there’s another, in many ways, “better half”.
So, don’t be too surprised if it turns out Donald Hoffman (the author of the linked paper) serves the Empire.
Because that’s what they are all about: Left brain imbalance. They do not, they cannot care.
Control and fear. Control and fear. Control and fear. Control and fear.
Love, courage, will and care? They never “go there”! That much is clear!
Faking It Ain’t Making It
Solipsism is “making it up as we go along”.
But Natural Law is there to slap us nastily,
And roughly tell us, “No, you’re wrong!
You’re not alone in your little made-up reality.
I’m here to guide you, and make you fall
If you step off ledges, imagining you’ll fly.
Just try it, if you doubt Me, in the thrall
Of arrogant self pride, a hundred meters high.
Bro,
if I am making you up I have carefully cordoned you to a mostly quarantined (ignored) place ever since your horrensous disregard for others in the Foxconn affair.
I visited the resting place of St Patrick on Saturday but if you ever visit Ireland I would try to make your visit as difficult as possible.
there are no snakes in Ireland.
what’s it all about, i’m here to tell ya’s I dunno – what’s it all about alfie ?
https://youtu.be/ZAuoNa5g6i8
but the taming of dragons and diabolical beasts of the deep, why ever not – wherefore art thou beastie?
but caution, yes indeed, caution …
grave government health warnings, security enhancement regulatory risk assessment to the fore…
believe me, it is not for the faint hearted…
the first attempt failed badly: it was with smoke.
having seen and been witness to the becalming, sleep inducing effects of smoke on bees, wasps, snakes in the grass (or tree) then i did assume the fearful dragon would be best brought under control with SMOKE.
forgetting that smoke ‘s the hydra headed,dare-devil
Master Smoke Breather’s major weapon (fire too).
the smoke i made
he hid behind
had a holiday
( it was not necessary for him make his smoke screen that day. (i did not know i’d given him a break.)
oh enchanterer of the Smokey Screen of fiery false flags, how doth thy garden grow? with silver bells and cockle shells, and little maids all in a row??
every day write, speak, think some truth, that is the devil-may-care formula for the combating and taming of dragons. it is poison for them.
hence the nine muses at this café, gracing the halls with poetry, song and dance, with music, number, and much more; the nine muses are heaven sent, bringing power to slay the nine heads of the mythical dragon..
i learned first on here, keep your enemies close.
to conclude the above post, unfinished earlier due to lack of time:
…i learned first on here, ‘keep your enemies close’
it is why i feed the dragon daily in his lair, it drinks a little poison, (truth food of the gods), sleeps for a little while, and stays close..
truth is powerful, i learned that first here too.
anon
No, you are not making me up, anonymouse.
You’re making everything else up, however. Including who you think I am and who you think you are, solipsist.
You leave for weeks every time I expose you as an agent, either conscious or unconscious (more likely, the latter) of uni-polarity.
Unlikely I will have the time to visit the Emerald Isle, but if I ever did, it is highly unlikely I would look you up or that my visit would be featured in the Irish press, so that you would be alerted to spring into action and make an enemy of the BRITISH (not the Irish) so unwelcome, as you fantasize.
My Irish brothers, please take this sad brother of yours by the hand and lead him away. slightly vulgar sentence removed — mod-hs
Sorry about that, hs. I just thought off the charts hostility and lack of hospitality added on to uni-polarity agentry far more vulgar than my reference to auto-erotic, and in public display solipsism.
“slightly vulgar sentence removed”
a self-centred & egotistical trait
“and make an enemy of the BRITISH”
I already paid my homage to Thomas Russell during my visit to Downpatrick, you Capitalist er…well, you know what you are.
Yes I do Anonymouse! And I know what you are too. An anti Russia, Anti-China apologist for the Empire, posing as a socialist.
Maybe you aren’t Ewan, after all. Not sure what your first name is, but I have a hunch your last name is Bates. Your posts strongly suggest it.
Now, I will leave you alone to do what you do best: Fantasize. In a way that is too vulgar to mention, explicitly.
There are More Americans who now Understand Much Better how the Unelected Plutocrats of America manipulate the situation for their own favor to Such an Unfair Extent, even though these Unelected Plutocrats who form America’s Shadow Government have the amount of Money that they could Never spend in 500 years if they tried their best to spend that Money on themselves, and they do this at the Expense of Millions of Americans.
There are Many Americans who have Received Extra Confirmation on how America’s Plutocratic Shadow Government has been able to Puppetize Most of the American Politicians.
We saw this Reconfirmation with the Secret Recordings of Donald Trump that occurred 11 years ago, regarding his inappropriate comments, for which Donald Trump has said that he is not a perfect human being, and for which he has Apologized for his inappropriate comments.
We can be Certain that All Influential Americans or Potential Influential Americans who are not of the Plutocrats themselves have a Dirt File on them, to either marginalize them or Puppetize them.
We can be Certain that this Applied to the Clintons before the Clintons became Plutocrats, and we Know that the Clintons were good friends with Donald Trump, and the Clintons Informed America’s Plutocratic Shadow Government of how Donald Trump would Not allow himself to be a Puppet of Plutocrats, and that he wants to create Full Employment in America, because he a Public Servant of the People.
We Know that Donald Trump was a Democrat, and that he plays golf with Bill Clinton, and he said that Bill Clinton regularly speaks far more crudely than what he did in that recording.
We can see that Bill Clinton is Bad association for Donald Trump, and if Hillary Clinton steals the Election, then the World will Know what Bill Clinton is doing at the White House.
We Know that there are some People who will work for People who will pay them more Money.
This is what the Clintons have done, and we have Received Reconfirmation of this Fact.
We have this Reconfirmation of these Facts from the WikiLeaks information, and it shows that America’s Plutocratic Shadow Government Paid the Clintons Much More Money than what the Government would pay them as Salaries, and there are Investigative Journalists who say that the Clintons are now among the Foremost Plutocrats of America, because the Clinton Foundation has over 100 Billion Dollars, even though it is claimed by the Lying Untrustworthy Clintons that it only 3 Billion Dollars, and People can do their own Research to see that there are Investigative Journalists who say these things.
This means that the Plutocratic Clintons became the Puppets of the Plutocrats and then the Partners with the Plutocrats, rather than wanting to be the servants of the American People who they view and treat with Contempt, regardless of some of the nicer or softer things she said in her Private Paid Speeches.
This is because if you are talking to a group of Crooks, then you do Not say that they are Crooks to them if you want their Dirty Money, because they want someone with some Vital Subtlety and you do Not say to them that you are a Crook if you want their Dirty Money because if you said that and they agree to ‘Pay’ or ‘Donate’ to you, which are Euphemisms for Bribe you, then that would mean that they would Verbally Admit to be Crooks, and they do Not want to do that, even if they Knew that they were Crooks, and so there is some ‘softer’ or ‘nicer’ words in the Secretive Clinton Paid Speeches.
The thing that Americans should Know is that the Plutocratic Shadow Government who would be mostly Male and which Includes a few women Hillary Clinton have Much Worse Attitude to women, than what Donald Trump expressed, and the Injustice is that Donald Trump is considered to be unfit to Govern, while the Shadow Government gets to Dictate and Exploit the American People if they can make Hillary Clinton, who is their Puppet Accomplice in Exploitation and Injustice become President of America for another 4 years, even though Hillary Clinton has been President for 16 years with her Bill Clinton Puppet Administration and her Puppet Obama Administration, who Knew of Hillary Clinton’s Treasonous Private Email Server, but who could Not prevent Hillary Clinton being a Criminal and a Traitor or having to endorse a Criminal or a Traitor, because the Plutocratic Clintons are Obama’s Puppet Masters.
We Know that the Establishment Plutocrats have been able to Puppetize Most of America’s Non Plutocratic Influential People.
There are People who say that this Presidential Campaign is between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, and not between Donald Trump and Bill Clinton, but All of the Clinton’s have been Campaigning for Hillary Clinton, and Hillary Clinton called women bimbos who were used or abused by Bill Clinton, and I think that the word bimbo should Not be used, because it is like a racial slur that should Not be used, and the word bimbo is basically an artificial word, that is used in an Unprincipled manner by the Deceptive for their Unprincipled reasons, and we can Imagine Correctly what Bill Clinton and Hillary Clinton Privately said regarding Monica Lewinsky and others Victims of Bill Clinton.
There is one African America Person who claims to be Bill Clinton’s illegitimate son, who Hillary Clinton did not allow Bill Clinton to have a relationship with him, and I do Not know what the situations is there, but that young man does closely resemble Bill Clinton, and he has asked for a Verifiable DNA Test with Bill Clinton.
There are People who think that Bill Clinton owes that young man a Verifiable DNA Test, even as Hillary Clinton owes the American People her transcripts of her Paid Speeches, and those Deleted Emails, and her Medical Records, and that the Clinton Foundation owes the People of Haiti Money that they collected for the Earthquake, and that Country was devastated by a recent Hurricane.
We Learned from WikiLeaks that Hillary Clinton’s State Department fought against a rise of the minimum wage in Haiti, which is a Country of Black People, and this is why there are Americans who think that the Clinton Foundation should hand over the Money that they collected from other Countries for the Earthquake in Haiti, and which the Crooked Corrupt Clintons have Corruptly held back from giving that Money to those it was intended for Humanitarian Relief.
Donald Trump has Apologized for what he said, and now he qualifies to be President, but if the Clintons were to Apologize for what they did in the World, then America would lose a lot of prestige in the World, but America will lose that prestige if Hillary Clinton becomes President, because while Americans are the Easiest People for the Corrupt American Mainstream Media to Deceived, the People of Haiti, Iraq, Syria, Libya, Honduras, and Europe Know the Clintons, and they will Correctly view a Clinton Presidency as an Insult, and the American People will Continue to suffer, but the Clintons and their Plutocratic Partners will Continue to commit Injustice and Exploitation on the American People.
We Should All Know how the Unelected Plutocratic Shadow Government has denied Americans their Republic and their Democracy, and it is Not strange to some People that The Establishment is Far More Intelligent and Experienced than the Average American, and that Donald Trump is the less Establishment Candidate who is better for America that Hillary Clinton.
There is no one in American Politics who is More Establishment than what Hillary Clinton is, and this is Why the Establishment is helping her as Much as they are at http://thefreethoughtproject.com/searched-hillarys-emails-indicted-win-presidency/ .
We Know that the Lying and Untrustworthy Hillary Clinton told the American People that she always tries her best to be honest, and she was being Honest with her Plutocratic Partners and Puppet Masters that she has a Private position and a Public position, and this is one reason why Many American Voters want Anyone But Clinton for President of America.
I came across the concept of ‘wealthism’, allegedly a form of group bigotry towards the wealthy, akin to racism.
My lip curled even more, when I learned this was coined by the heiress of the Seagram fortune, Joanie Bronfman, as part if her ‘doctoral thesis’ at Brandeis.
What the…..??!!
They award PhDs for garbage like this?
Seems I jumped too fast to the gun, even if I consider this ‘ism’ to be as elastic as any other: Dr. Bronfman’s findings are worth considering:
(Brief summary from article on the subject):
Inherited millions are often fraught with an array of pathologies and dysfunctions. In 1987, Joanie Bronfman, then a Brandeis philosophy doctoral candidate and the daughter of Edgar Bronfman Sr.’s cousin Gerald, investigated the peculiar psychoses of the rich in her dissertation The Experience of Inherited Wealth: A Social-Psychological Perspective. In the course of her research, she attended “wealth conferences” and interviewed heirs and heiresses. Drawing from her own experience of growing up “visibly wealthy” and full of “shame” as a result of it, Ms. Bronfman argued that inheritors of massive wealth tend to be emotionally stunted.They adopt paranoid world-views and come to see humans as radically selfish. They perceive relationships to be transactional. Their misanthropy derives from the attempts of absentee parents to buy their affections as compensation for outsourcing their rearing to hired professionals. These feelings are reinforced when they interact with the world outside their class and are alternately solicited for donations or mocked as dilettantes by the media. It was that last many-tentacled villain she accused of promulgating a destructive bias toward inheritors, one that she termed “wealthism.”
I wonder if she could follow this up with process of acquiring great wealth and it’s relationship to psychopathy?
Joanie seems to care a little. She didn’t choose her parents, after all. But psychopaths are watchful to make sure accidents of DNA do nothing to threaten the dreadful dynasty. Let’s see how much they like this paper of hers.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, er vineyard, I spun this one, for the Dutch, who are not impressing these days, very much:
/mh17-report-taken-apart-by-saker-reader/comment-page-1/#comment-282503
Bring plenty of toilet paper. It’s like the last card in seven card stud: down and dirty.
But I want to end the weekend on a high note, taking the high road:
To Loch Lomond: https://youtu.be/feLT7Btuqpc
with some soulful music, before turning to Epistles II and IV, Essay on Man, Alexander Pope
Why? Well it touches on the Pride before the Fall. Of the Empire and its Psychopaths. And all of us, if we similarly lose our balance:
III. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate,
All but the page prescribed, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly given,
That each may fill the circle, marked by Heaven:
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Hope humbly, then; with trembling pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
What future bliss, He gives not thee to know,
But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind;
His soul, proud science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk, or milky way;
Yet simple Nature to his hope has given,
Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heaven;
Some safer world in depth of woods embraced,
Some happier island in the watery waste,
Where slaves once more their native land behold,
No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold.
To be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no angel’s wing, no seraph’s fire;
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
IV. Go, wiser thou! and, in thy scale of sense,
Weigh thy opinion against providence;
Call imperfection what thou fanciest such,
Say, here He gives too little, there too much;
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Yet cry, if man’s unhappy, God’s unjust;
If man alone engross not Heaven’s high care,
Alone made perfect here, immortal there:
Snatch from His hand the balance and the rod,
Re-judge His justice, be the God of God.
In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
Aspiring to be angels, men rebel:
And who but wishes to invert the laws
Of order, sins against the Eternal Cause.
Thanks Bro for sharing Alexander Pope’s poems. I love it.
There’s a magical aura to this cafe. Per above, Puff, the Magic Dragon is full of love, and I can only kiss her, not kill her.
Also per above, thanks to Anonymous at 6:52, we gaze into reality through the colored lenses of math. So we know there’s at least two ways to access the real. Through magic and through mind. The linked author sees conscious realism and objective reality as “just conscious agents.” It’s based on the science of quantum mechanics. If we push to its limit, with him we must admit that “we don’t exist,” and the survival of the fittest trumps perceptive truth.
Math is very useful: it’s the first block in a structure of 52, or one card out of 52, or one week out of 52. But if we look through dragon’s eyes, or the eyes of a child, we see reality in a different way. It’s an unwarranted assumption to think the perception of reality is limited to math. To reduce the real to that one dimension is absurd and leads to disaster.
The modern world run by scientific priest-craft is a one dimensional wasteland of power, as we see today. We run into the same problem is we view reality only through the lens of magic.
My view is through Love, unlimited love which is qualified by the “limited” within it. Love cannot be limited except by her own choice. “Real” is “Re-al,” relative to the all. At the Love Government, I attempt a multi-dimensional genre of fact, fiction, poetics and politics and mind and matter to realize reality. It’s set up as a house of cards that collapses for the fun of it.
In the scenario developing here, the really real is the Love Bower, which is a future work for the Love Government; the relatively real is the Love Army which re-figures the one dimensional power world into a more realistic love world; and the relational real is the cafe where we relate as lovers in learning.
On my walk today I was conversing with soldiers of the first division about geo-politics. I got side-tracked by the awesome poetry and math revelations here. This is getting long so I’ll save the other for a separate post.
In the meantime, according to the first division’s directives, I’ll “think love thoughts” in line with DEW (directed energy wisdoms) at those energy directed weapons of empire. Love ya all till death do us start on a whole new vineyard adventure.
“If we push to its limit, with him we must admit that “we don’t exist,” and the survival of the fittest trumps perceptive truth.”
Not really.
This is more of a reflection http://discovermagazine.com/2002/jun/featuniverse
Quote:
“The world seems to be putting itself together piece by piece on this damp gray morning along the coast of Maine. First the spruce and white pine trees that cover High Island materialize from the fog, then the rocky headland, and finally the sea, as if the mere act of watching has drawn them all into existence. And that may indeed be the case. While this misty genesis unfolds, the island’s most eminent residentdiscusses notions that still perplex him after seven decades in physics, including his gut feeling that the very universe may be constantly emerging from a haze of possibility, that we inhabit a cosmos made real in part by our own observations.”
All that while Musk (Tesla) etal considers our Masters are merely tinkering with our simulation
http://www.express.co.uk/news/science/718835/Silicon-Valley-MATRIX-simulation-virtual-reality
On my walk today the Love Army joined me. I was talking about geo-politics with some of the infantry. Neither I nor they are privy to what the intelligence corps knows but it was interesting to guess about what’s happening.
It looks like the US Titanic is going down sooner than I thought. The rats are jumping ship in droves and swimming to the RF Gigantic. The bellwether of the group is Israel (Z for zionist) to know which way the wind is blowing. As Z goes, so goes the world of shadows.
Z is feigning a new love for Russiana as he breaks up with Uncle Sam, stabbing him in the back as he goes out the door, after stealing everything not already in his portfolio. Z owns airports, bankports, resorts, teleports and the best consorts money can buy. He now controls Turkey, the key to the east-west, north-south spoils.
By finagling into Russia, Z will gain access to China, and with the US thrown under the bus, it will be game over. But not so fast, Z must undergo yet another make-over. Caught between Russia and China, two ostensibly law-abiding street-smarts, Z must put on similar clothes, and appear as reborn and repentant and yes, even as an enticing woman.
Her strong suit is banking and necromancing. The Patriarchs must get in step with the divine feminine. Z must go underground where s/he can control the undertow. In the brave new world of shifting mirrors, Z must alter and halter reality, like he did with God, Abraham, Issac, Jacob, David and Bathsheba: all made up by story-tellers and money-tellers who could never compete with real empires like Babylon, Egypt and Rome.
In the pagan world there were millions of gods for everything imaginable. Imagine the feat Z pulled off. All those gods melted into one God which Z controlled. Millions had to be killed who worshipped false idols along with their wives, mothers, fathers, children, animals and groves. That’s not a problem if authorized by the highest authority of God.
The power to kill life and spill blood is the black magic power necessary for empire’s growth. Today it’s ISIS; tomorrow it will be the goyan west. Z is the bellwether goat who needs the blood of scapegoats to escape detection for the erection of Greater Israel which now means the whole earth.
Patriarchy or pay-trickery is the key to understanding the 75,000 year old river of blood seeping into our polite age; so naturally it is swept under the media rug but it stains through the middle and clots at the edges. Who can stare at the stains and live?
Our politically correct age is the thinnest of layers over a mountain of black magic. Z gave the name of the game with her Patriarchs but patriarchy goes way back into pre-history until it runs into herstory which it blacks out. The Patrix changes costumes suited for the times. Z is its latest incarnation.
When the new polar order arrives with all the blood washed off the surface and Russia leads like the North Pole, the world can get back to business, and Z will be in the best position to run it. Kings always need bankers to pay the rabble. Presidents and kings come and go but bankers know how to grow money which armies cannot survive without.
The Love Army does not need money nor does it need one-man rule from the top of a pyramid of power. It marches to a whole other tune. I’m pretty tone deaf but my conversation today sharpened my hearing. I can still hear the Love Army’s feet heading for the Theater of War Absurdity. It gives me much appreciated surety.
The bellwether and two ostensibly law-abiding street-smarts seems to cover it well.
Russia has just turned up the heat and the US frog has not jumped out of the pot, nor let off any nukes. So far so good. Now to wait until Rus turns up the heat a little more.
@ Dennis
You put into few words of beautiful prose the history of conflict as ordained in the Book of Abraham and his debauched successors and still going as the curse of a vindictive master, their ghoulish god.
They back-stabbed the Christians of Iberia to open the gates to the Crescent – closer to their hearts (or pockets) – and become Islam’s tax collectors. The most successful plunderers avoided retribution by Reconquista by becoming the bankers of royalty until finally expelled in 1490s – to move to Amsterdam where they funded mercantilism and empire building.
Many went across the channel to England to do their business there but were also kicked out for the obvious reasons, eventually returned en masse to fund and profit from the emerging new empire.
Fast forward to the 19th century, Germany became an industrial powerhouse and they flocked there to financial pre-eminence while others were busy in dethroning the Tsar they hated for not following modern liberalism.
When you get into the nitty-gritty of the Russian Revolution, and in spite of the Pale of Settlement, it is with astounding surprise that you find Jews directing all political forces competing for power, even in the Provisional Government as Kerensky himself was presumed to be Jewish! It is frequently said that the majority of the Bolshevik leaders were Jewish, but the same happened in the Menshevik, Social Revolutionary and other camps. Not only were they leading the proles to the barricades, their sponsors and funders were the Jewish bankers of Germany and New York.
There were acts of brutality during and after the revolution but one that shocked even the hardliner Lenin was Trotsky’s (Hebrew name Leiba Bronstein), head of the Red Army, unnecessary take-no-prisoners massacre of the Kronstadt mutineers who, 3 years earlier were the most enthusiastic shock troops of the revolution.
While many of the tribe took charge of Russia/USSR, many more joined their brethren from Germany and Eastern Europe to share the spoils and plunder to be gotten from the rise of a new empire on the other side of the Atlantic.
What next? Or, where next?
Maria Zakharova (Director of Information and Press at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Federation) gives a stupid western journalist a dressing down after the latter asks:
“Why is Russia supporting Assad, who is killing civilians?”
American stupidity is worse than terrorism – Russia
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVoLgD1RIxE&feature=youtu.be
I’d hate to see her angry.
yup is brill check out too
MOSCOW, October 10. /TASS/. Russia’s Defense Ministry’s spokesman Igor Konashenko slammed a recent statement by the UK’s Defense Secretary Michael Fallon’s as unintelligible in which he alleged that Russia was determined to prolong the civil war in Syria.
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“The British defense secretary should have dwelled on what the UK has done to help the war-torn country, before making unintelligible statements on Russia’s alleged responsibility for the deteriorating situation in Syria,” Konashenkov noted.
Fallon had earlier said in an interview with the BBC that “Russia is determined to prolong this civil war.”
Konashenkov pointed out that Russia had been delivering humanitarian aid to the Syrian people on a regular basis. “Tell me, Mr. Fallon, how many settlements have returned to a peaceful life thanks to British assistance, how many pounds of humanitarian aid has the UK delivered to the Syrians, how many square feet of territory has your country liberated from the terrorists?” Russia’s Defense Ministry’s spokesman asserted.
“Where was the UK when IS (terrorist group, outlawed in Russia) had nearly reached the Mediterranean shore and almost turned Syria into a terrorist caliphate as had happened in Libya thanks to your efforts? You had been calling the shots on the Syrian aerial domain before the Russian Aerospace Force arrived on the scene. So who should be held accountable for creating and encouraging IS and Al-Qaeda’s offshoot Jabhat al-Nusra (also outlawed in Russia), whom the Russian Aerospace Force has been successfully fighting?” Konashenkov stressed.
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More:
http://tass.com/politics/905407?_ga=1.229367388.1531488177.1475662548
I think this explains it:
https://off-guardian.org/2016/10/08/russians-halt-search-for-intelligent-life-in-washington/
There’s so much going on in this vineyard that unless you are sucked into it 24/7 ( actually, that has happened to me for 2-3 days of my life……it was kind cool, actually….but then again, I was married in a vineyard, so the whole theme is multiply symbolic….) you miss things going on in the far corners.
Like Scott’s corner. Where it got interesting enough for me to post 5th after a string of comments started by nick, which included this from chimmy:
chimmy on October 10, 2016 · at 11:51 am UTC
One way to looks at things is that there is this milieu, environment and then there is an innate religious impulse. Left handed perverse practices valorize doctrines of domination. Cultism is natural, sort of like superstition and baseball.
and another by Prometeus:
Prometeus on October 10, 2016 · at 12:43 pm UTC
The “alphabet-agencies” are or were derived from occult societies and not vice versa. Intelligence gathering was and is a major part of secret societies. America’s agencies were founded by English agencies, the English one by the Dutch, the Dutch one by Venice…
“Nothing really new under the sun”, just permutations of the same principles…
To which I added this:
/a-few-military-secrets-to-put-in-your-pipe-and-smoke-by-scott/comment-page-1/#comment-282764
satiric debate assessment from counterpunch
http://www.counterpunch.org/2016/10/10/ticker-tape-vs-sex-tape-notes-on-the-town-brawl-in-st-louis/
That is one of the “best” articles on the two “candidates” I’ve seen.Full of facts laced with “the just right” amount of sarcasm. With the “a pox on both your houses” viewpoint. Sadly,I fear its too intelligent for 90% of our voters to understand. But I’d highly recommend it for the 10% who would.
http://www.counterpunch.org/2016/10/10/ticker-tape-vs-sex-tape-notes-on-the-town-brawl-in-st-louis/
I’d like to draw together developing thoughts here relative to Anonymous above at 8:36 am and the two Anonymous’s at 8:37 am and 11:17 am. I sense a bi-fertilization between quantum science and a matrix simulation on the one hand, and zionist machinations on the other; science and unholy politics. This vineyard makes it a tri-fertilization process.
Deep science asks if we create the universe by our observation, or is it there without us?; in other words, we don’t exist until we are observed, or the universe doesn’t exist until we observe it. There is an unstated limbo of potentiality until the magic wand of observation appears.
There’s a sleight of hand with this observation wand. Someone or something is being sleighted. Who is holding the wand in the first place? Ah, that is the question.
Enter politics through the left door and the matrix through the right. A marriage made in hell with a sleight flick of the wrist. The vineyard knows something is amiss. “Something is going on but you don’t know what it is, do you Mr. Jones?”
It is pretty obvious to vineyarders that we are being played while the masses are mesmerized into some kind of a trance like in a seance. What’s not quite so obvious is that the ones entrancing us through the mirror are Zionists as the Anglo part of the marriage gets divorced and forced into prostitution.
Through that one-way mirror, Z (zionist) observes us as zombies, and presto, so we become by the secret art of observation. The experimenters are magicians who prove their observations are true and therefore all-powerful by neutral, non-prejudicial experiments. The universe God proves that they are right and so have the right to create-observe a matrix for all, and that we don’t exist until they observe us in their simulation.
It’s all done with a flick of the wrist by one hand while the illusionist has us watching his other hand. Z has us well in hand by setting up the experiment herself. A false flag of the intellect if there ever was one. Lucifer, the bright one, would be jealous.
Observation is not what it seems. It’s presented as neutral but it never is. It’s like equality of the sexes: a political bait-trick to set up the switch. The witness, the observer, the watcher and the neutral scientist are all red herrings in a state of decay. Count Con smiles like the Mona Lisa at his captive cache.
“There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief”
When I look deeply into myself, there’s no scientific observer anywhere except the Jokerman. It’s a con, a joke, an illusion, a trap, a deception, matrix, a simulation and a zio-magician.
“Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister
You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah but what do you care?
Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
Well, the rifleman’s stalking the sick and the lame
Preacher-man seeks the same
Who’ll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time ’till night comes steppin’ in”
Observation goes along with this newly installed voyeur age of false images and idols. Pornography of the intellect and prostitution of the soul.
At heart, I am not an observer in an ivory tower but a lover in a vineyard bower.
The zio-observers are clandestine killers who hate bowers and lovers. They cut down vineyards and built watch-towers. Now they’re building a simulation matrix to observe us through a glass curtain like mice in a glass box. They back it up with the God-like observatory of science and the plotting think-tanks of politics. Intellects in glass cages.
The observing mind is a mechanistic tool, sometimes useful and often destructive. Behind the facade of neutral observation there’s a whole other thing going on which is blackmailed out of existence by our patrix cult-culture. Creation occurs by loving, not by observation. The same is true with love’s converse, war.
Observation is a thin veneer of fear. Under it is the seething passions of love and war with its blood and gore. Z knows this well and works it like a living hell. She uses science to obliterate love when push comes to shove. This vineyard with its 80% info DEW of Directed Energy Wisdoms blows her covers off as she plies her wares.
When she discovers her naked uncovering there’s going to be all hell to pay. That’s why we have a Love Army for protection against her seduction and rage. We are not her rats in a cage. With love at our side, with her we will engage. The gentle vineyard will turn into a general’s palace-guard.
But this is getting ahead of the story. One step at a time; I have to get in step with the Love Army as it marches toward our date with destiny. Love, love and more love.
Book a seat at the next international comedy show…….EU ukraine summit meeting in November sometime, discussing corruption, progress, EU association, chief clowns are donald tusk and pyotro poroshenko………I refuse to use capitols in their names as a sign of the disrespect I hold for them.