I was traveling the Jersey Turnpike late from Montauk when off a sideroad I saw this ad:
Who Wants
A Guillotine for the Rooster
Crowing in my Head.
To think anyone would guillotine themselves was a
horror of Madam Tussaud. They listed heads on this website, Sir Thomas More....
The Montana outback and
the side yards of Idaho
were where I first saw.
My luckiest
shot,
was finding one
abandoned when
it wrecked,
like a great
beast
brought down
from the sky
except it didn’t
fly,
it was a boxcar,
albeit
nasty.
I was able to get right close as that
Super 8 movie of kids seeing a train wreck, called a zombie train, but I was
coming from the other end, investigation
not from fiction or fact but art.
I owned an
image of the
thing
I could turn
upside down
to
shake out the missing parts. The difference between reality and the train is
the train seemed both train and beast, animated from within, its cargo death,
prisoners manacled, a guillotine at one end.
I wonder if the guillotine wasn’t added later as designer embellish, overcome with the genius of concocting liquidation of 15 million people in the hasty dead of night all at once. Rocketing down the tracks, hermetically sealed, no cracks in the floors like the Nazi boxcars, shiploads of Chinese guillotines came to our shores, stored at US army bases to enforce the Noahide laws when the constitution was suspended. There was not then the guillotine use for the home that we would all like.
Who wanted guillotine for rooster crowing in their head, or a closet for that stray rooster crowing in the yard? It’s not as though any of this were new, Pol Pot killed 5 mil, Stalin 30 mil, Franco ….
To think somebody would want him enough to guillotine is an honor. To join Sir Thomas More, even if the head is not on a battlement or be a subject of Madame Tussaud: "Tussaud!" the Musical, was a second installment.
1. Report of Some Events On the Jersey
Turnpike
Some
of you will think this report of our chief informant, renegade psychiatrist Dr.
Edmund Lockerbie, as suspicious because he worked for all the concerned parties
in question, but went missing during a disruption by the Falun Gong in several
parts of town. That disturbance itself was suspicious. Somehow he threw his
captors off and escaped from the compound from which nobody is supposed to
emerge. His Report itself concerns both aspects of religion and
government so nefarious as to make difficult comprehension. We put it out in
the bits and spurts found among his tapes made while on the run.
It’s difficult to understand reports of 40
foot cargo containers with shackles and a guillotine at either end, or to
recommend any of it be believed. He says you can see these yourself at the Beech Grove Amtrak death camp, should you
be going to Indiana .
FEMA camps themselves were prominent in his report, at the top of the list
compared with new coliseums of lions roaring, chariots rumbling, people
screaming of the usual stripe. Whether they were martyrs who oppose the gods,
or martyrs as victims, hence the only ones who lift the veil, it was only for a
short time, for martyrs don’t last. They were judged insane by the President
and the Psychiatrist, who was also so judged by his captors. You can be judged
too if you allow seeing the world briefly as a vast war for citizens in the
cheap seats, and not infinite and holy as Blake and Ginsburg said, three second
subliminal bursts for gold on TV. Mennonites on the floor were the pity of us all.
The books of martyrs were full, which St. Stephen saw
in the gods and governments together: "You made gods out of stars,
worshiped heavenly bodies, had a portable Moloch for your Saturn to carry the
idols you worship." [cp. Amos
5:25f] Hey, that's what Sir Stephen Spender said about Berlin !
Higher
Ararata functions of art, electromagnetic field support for airport space ships
are beside the point, said Dr. Lockerbie. He had readied transport to that
other world through pictures of the Denver Murals seen inside the FEMA Car,
like reading a comic book of the Odyssey. Not many have been in one and
survived to tell. In shackles, among Guillotines
and coffins, he thought he was sure to join Sir Thomas More, whose
head presided those months on London Bridge in 1535, which bridge now stands in Lake Havasu
2.
Boxcars, Airports, Spaceships and Other
“I
was traveling late on the New Jersey Turnpike when I first saw them. My
luckiest shot was finding one abandoned after it wrecked. In a false analogy of
a beast fallen from the sky, it didn’t fly, it was a boxcar, a pterodactyl of
the rails. I got close by reminding myself of the Super 8 kids seeing that zombie train, but coming from the other
end. I was investigating neither fiction nor fact but art. Indeed I saw an
image of the thing in the underground vaults, turned it up and shook the
disbelieving parts out.
Ararat Art as divination is as risky as the difference between reality and film, as anybody can see in the EU parliament and Breugels, or in the Guggenheim and Denver. The FEMA train and beast, animated from within, now filled with paper, originally carried cargo manacled end to end. I tell you the guillotine was later added by its designers as projection, so overcome they must have been at concocting a means to liquidate 15 million. They must have had a market for blood, rocketing down the night tracks hermetically sealed, no cracks in the floors like Nazi boxcars had. Weissmandel, rabbi of
The government underground did not see that as reason to forgo the home market of guillotine use. Who would not want a guillotine in the closet, they argued, where, when it is not performing its design, a stray rooster could be dealt with, or for cutting cheese, eggs, bread and meat? Not as if any of this was new to Pol Pot, Stalin, Franco. All who want to join the guillotine throng assume the honor of joining Sir Thomas More, as at the hip, even if his head is not yet on the battlement, or be a subject for Madame Tussaud.
One
of the first to market these products, our sales dummies mimicked guillotines,
death trains, Denver
murals, at home and on the road. A home is not complete without. Hurl the
wolf at the deer if you wish. That is how, dawg, you treat people worse.
Already St. Stephen saw them rush: “they rushed him and dragged him out of the
city to lay their clothes at the feet of a young man.” You take off your
cloak so it doesn’t get blood, fastidious as Mengele, more the government part.
In
religion they found Assuaged Care Incorporate in the shrine of Moloch at
hospital beds. Millions and millions of human stem cell donors give up their
genes, or expropriated fulfilled the double need of assuaging guilt and
fulfilling labs. Animals, humans, plants and earth were sated with the
illuminate. Idols in every grocery sang with the Falun Gong, “come buy, come
and buy,” while their subtext lay pence upon the staring lidless eye. The idols
on TV!
To
say this was the product of the gods disbelieved, contradicts. To say that One
rules many contradicts, and illustrates why the machine will never think like
us living contradictions, no matter what its power. To be or not to be, our
constant companion, doubt, faith, belief, unbelief, peace, war, logic, absurd,
it’s not just that we are opposite, but contradictorily so. Anyway, if the
machine cannot program itself to program itself not, that is, out of existence,
it cannot be us. We presume this is good.
Regard the de Garis transhumain as Cogito ergo sum, I doubt therefore I think, Dubity Do. This is also the way of no gods but One, but that One works in such illogical ways as to perfectly communicate to the essence of contradictory man. Law, break law, teleologic ethic suspend, but natural law as well. This was the scandal of science, that truth should break laws, for they gave that right only to themselves. No matter. Remember contradiction well. If none, know you are being machined!
3. Photographing
the FEMA Boxcar
Books of martyrs are full of stuff that
happens in train yards. Stephen Spender saw them in post-Weimar Germany , “after
you worship Saturn you make a portable Moloch to carry around its gods.”
Analogy to a beast brought down from the sky seems in order, except it doesn’t fly. I came to it from the other end though, not from fiction or fact, but art. I saw an image of the thing and could not resist turning it down and shaking. When I was able to get close it reminded me of that zombie train.
I saw them traveling late on the Jersey Turnpike. Since trailed to
If you want to know how I got hip to the train yard of Chinese guillotines stored at
The
gods had their counterpart among men and government to show how wonderful when
they work combined! Among those expendable containers of population reduction
and higher consciousness-gathered levels of information about Fusion Centers, that wrecked boxcar
showed evidence of two hundred million plastic grave liners, when only 50
million were needed. One could hold at least four. How’s that for
planning? How's that for government waste? How will they die? That’s being
prepared, all every martyr from Rome
and before could hope for, population reduction being a must, which proves that
FEMA camps do not exist on Archuleta Mesa, Greenbrier (VIP only) and a hundred
plus sites. Neither is there evidence for the 129 Deep Underground Military Bases (DUMB) Schneider
found in Kansas and Nebraska nor the Ten Sectors that house the Underground Cities below the Residential Centers above. And if
there were it would only be to keep you safe. Neither are these fantasy
underground cities staffed with alien and international soldiers. A lot of this
material generates from a lecture by Phil Schneider of May 1995,
Underground
Bases financed by trillions yearly in black budgets.
As
to the involvement of Orion, Sirius or aliens in earth, who you gonna believe? Philer
says Eisenhower’s Treaty of 1954 allowed
experimentation of “implantation techniques” on humans in exchange for all this
technology (interview with Schneider’s wife here).
Now we know how Steve Jobs got his Apple, important because it
wonderfully elaborates the Mandarin conundrum where the gods give power and
control in exchange for one human life to torture forever, (code for adrenal
glands and get high). Why don’t they just synthesize? The muse is silent on
that, but another caveat, courtesy of Schneider, holds true even as our Sky Station Senators stand at the airport, their
middle fingers raised in welcome (which we’re not supposed to be saying by the
way, even if you’re hoping it’s Denver ).
Different teams at different times display on alternate Thursdays.
If
Schreiber is credited they should not point up but down. He got in the worst
trouble of his life at that Archuleta high plateau when rappelling down the
cavern. His wife said, “he peed in his hard hat and threw the pee at the aliens
which killed some of them. Many years later I would see a fictional program on
TV where aliens were highly allergic to ammonia and would die from it” (here).
Whether
this appears to be a nightmare out of Nazi science where there is no end of
sacrifice of the foreigner, the alien, the Mandarin, even those of one’s own
party if disenfranchised, it is all for the good of the party in power,
established controls, so there is no sense of utilitarianism in the choice, no
good for the greatest number. There is good for those in power!
Since
these boxcars and their adjuncts are to have claimed from 5/6 to 7/8 of the
human population by 2029, I’m not sure who’s reading this. That fate is better anyway than the passenger pigeon, which is
not to take lightly the 100,000 missing milk carton children or the 550,000
missing children on the FBI report for 2011. As Denver Mural 2 notes, this is
insignificant in comparison with The Greada Treaty which bought all this
technology, though never ratified by Congress.
Cosigners
of the GREADA TREATY did not keep their word. Proponents in Cosmic Court argued Great White Father
didn’t so what’s to say they should? Iksayhearsay, after promising to turn in
lists of humans kidnapped and tortured, glands and brain cells, 6 or 7 million
turned up missing. Then they turned to illegal aliens. Immigration didn’t
exactly make I Like Ike. You’d have thought he knew better being a general of
the Milt-Ind Comp. A bromide sold? Ike and his mere paper against the Military
Industrial Complex sold the rest of us. Our comfort was the Manacled Railway Cars, which Nazis made proud,
but obsolete. US Steel in its place made better seats for the better life
designed for them who knew. You’d think some conspiracy afoot. You’d think a
vast image out of spiritual mundi covered my sight. At least the Gunderson cars
had side vents!
In
consideration of all this a silver lining is due. The manufacture of Manacled Railway Cars revived the boxcar industry
from near extinction by cargo trains. Big Steel made seats for 15 million to be
hauled to a better life, over 100,000 boxcars in all, good for the economy and
good for share holders. It can be seen that there is no giant conspiracy in
this, and further, the cars had side vents!
I don’t know if you’re still with us in this Report, but you
might know that once a Psychiatrist gets going they don’t easily stop. I tried
to tell him there was a tomorrow, but he interrupted me with this:
"You conspiracy people
need to get a life, count on that. Even if wind socks are blowing inside double
stranded barbed wire fences along railroad tracks from Van Horn to Marfa, it
makes a very very very fine house, a childrens’
playground with two cats in the yard, but it has no airport! [you are meant to
play these songs as you read!] Has Halliburton got to do everything? Denver Airport too? No wonder Anubis is on guard. Execution orders are
executive orders, enemy POW camps are residential centers, biological pandemics
give no excuse. I won’t give the House bill numbers in case of civil unrest. With
higher consciousness comes higher crime. Ain’t it wonderful when gods and
men work together!”
Nor should one quibble when millions and millions have gone before, given a back to the smitters and cheeks to them that pluck hair. Whatever the outcome, whatever justice outcries rise from blood, we run toward it singing. Look at the installation of the thousand melting men, the 2501 Migrantes, the mass nudes, the tortures of The Fixer, Solzhenitsyn, Guernica, Goya, George Pratt, Find Me A Voice, Paul Ruiz and Stay off the Jersey Turnpike. Now hit the gas!
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