“There is something about a closet that makes skeletons terribly restless.” ~Anon
A ferrier from Gaston, a Super Soldier from LOC, a bar tender from Notre Damn, and a fisherman from Unicorn Lake went camping at Troy’s Fish Camp.
At the campfire they were telling each other some new jokes. The Super Soldier said “I have an idea, let’s tell some old jokes, only instead of actually telling them, let’s number them and see if the others can guess what they are by their numbers.”
The ferrier grabbed a bottle of Rebel Yell then said “Interesting idea. I’ll go first. 42” Everyone laughed.
Super Soldier said “Ha! good one, Don. But that’s not even a prime number. How about this one: 17”
No one laughed. They just squirmed in their seats like they were being bitten by fire ants. Don said: “Some people don’t know how to tell a joke Podesta.”
A guy named Q was lurking in the shadows, just watching and listening like a big black cat. At this point he could take no more and gave the Fighting Irish two black eyes. “That’s not a joke Mahoney.”
What will he do to the fisherman? I wonder.
Moral of this story: This is Titania now, NOT Satania.
and the Kelpie of Horsetooth Lake, so it’s pool time – and I don’t mean the cow pasture type – “Mmm… no. It wasn’t that.” Here’s what it’s all about Alfeus – BOTH of those Jackson cues are mine. And that Rose V you ‘thought’ you purchased for your art collection signed a Model Release so she was released before that ink dried on INKTOMI paper. And I’m still the Red Kachina. You may spell that COOK if you like. ‘Nuff said … xcept this: Merry Christmas.
Since the days of Yeshua you have NOT disappointed nor failed in your Service to Earth and her real clans of Nobility. Those days have returned.
I have requested and received for you Karistus and Protoi Alliance support under AEGIS to take your country and your India INK back. They will not fail in protecting your peaceful legitimate Muslim population in India, nor will they neglect to support Pakistani PM Imran Khan with rear guards for all of his, along with whatever he requests in his quest to promote peace in that region.
Kashmir Estate has twice been tested for Chrysotile, and twice failed spectacularly under Pactum de Singularis Caelum. The Kashmiri shall no longer suffer under that demonic System. The land under them which loves and accepts them also rejects their prison guards. It wants them to return to the peaceful lives they pray for every minute of every day. And so it shall be.
Q’esh is in the House and Ganesh is in the living room.
Godesses SALT and Pepper stood on the plateau above the Escalante River – as they had done before. One said to the other: “The last child EK-anon has made the choice.” Together they agreed that the high crimes, treasons and atrocities that took place on Earth by those who hate her shall never be repeated. They concluded that only way to ensure that – is metered, measured and mitered disclosure to the populace. Then they ripped their cloaks, put chalk and the ashes of smudge and high-resin content incense on their faces, and returned to their offices to make infrared pills. Black, white and red.
The Sith Lord sat in the Stewart Title Board Room table with Satan. St. Tann was sitting on his right hand. “How is it Lord, that you have been so successful at acquiring so much Royal blood in your seed?” “It’s my right as Ancient Irish – Aes Sídhe, and through my seed, my daughter shall be the Government of all the Earth and Master of all that issues from her heart. In the End of Days you shall call her GAIA. She shall wield iron rods, and you shall know me by the ancient prophecies: “He shall rule with an iron rod and the government shall rest on his shoulders.” (Isaiah 9:6)
Satan said: This won’t be easy for you to accomplish, already Seraphim from the Age of Storms are inbound from the Pacific Rim to defeat you where you stand. Elohim have received Marilyn Munro’s essence stream and through the Midwayers are sending it to their Champions. But I want to help you, so here’s the plan I table here: you must conceive a bastard child from the House of Ford. The one we have chosen for you will be easy for you to spot with your camera. She’s a beautiful, yet always angry young ballerina in Denver, Colorado. Her mother is the Helen of Lakota Sioux whose mother was seduced by the House of Hearst in Montana, and she is his descendant now living with her uncle Joseph. I’ll go to work on Elohim to arrange events in such a way that you won’t face insurmountable opposition. But you must do three things for me. You must introduce your Serpent toe to the Baby in her bathwater. Then you must face off against Bobby Fisher in a Master’s Chess Championship. Whether you win or lose, matters not. You must display your prize bastard girl child on your shoulders there and you must hold your finger to your mouth and tell her to “SHH!”. Then this is most important… When I give you a Playboy club key, you must bring her to Chicago – Capitol of Nebadon and launching dock of the Nebadon World Order. I’ll take things from there. I have buyers of and from Big Brass and Big Bronco coming to inspect the ‘goods’. She has heart and soul and she has (s)kins. If she wants to keep her own skin, she’ll be a slave to them, and she must ride a Big Bronco and bring a big Price in downtown Dallas. You’ll get your reward soon enough after that, and Schrodinger’s cat will die.”
Delighted with this “deal” he made with the devil, the Sith Lord readied his camera and his dark room to capture the Baby Heaven before she was able to haunt The Mansion as a ballerina – a bare naked baby – and her mother. “Two for the price of one!” he said congratulating himself. Then he sold his Heavens in Shreveport to the Clark Sons for an undisclosed amount. If you want to dig deeper into this atrocity Let Me Google something for you. Talk to Miss Landers (as in Slaver ship landers). Call before you dig.
The bible transcribers under the direction of The Rancher went to work in order to run interference for Sith Lord Adrian Michael Haskins to keep all eyes on Israel and the ‘House’ of David, so he could work unimpeded. Karistus and Seraphim, confused by the fog of the wars the House of David instigated, and the crimes he committed against his own children, focused their armaments on Judah, Israel and the UK rain. The violence kept the (red)rain coming down in Mansonia and made Gazillions for Batty shit in Hollywood and weapons makers.
The Nephilim high potentate sat down at the (then)Triumvirate Board Table with the Anunakene and the Scherfs. (note: that Triumvirate has since been completely replaced with The Michael and His Sons) “Our ships are losing power and our people are hungry for Lakota Sioux heart meat. You must send a Beard to get the Pawn’s electrical system hooked into the Venusian Power grid.” They all responded: “But she’s only eleven!” yet they acquiesced and sent the Aldebaran legal department to connect the Pawn to the Baphomet ID through a copper pole. Sadana’s Mark Hunter – a side incarnation of Paul McCartney – was sent to Cinderella City to hunt for the precious Blood and become her Handler. When he found her at Musicland, he sent a message to his overlords with his guitar and his band: UFO: She’s too hot to handle – he didn’t want to be responsible for stolen blood.
The ballerina became a Big Wheel at Mountain Bell – Accounting Department. Then one day she saw an old brass bed outside an antique store. It had been in the UK rain and the zero had washed off the $150 price tag. So she bought it for $15 and put it in the basement for her bastard child, who at 7 years old had became the ‘ward’ of The Swank concern under a ‘salvage’ title(fake birth certificate). Gene Russell Swank with a skin of evil(mistake of the Titans) became her Solar Warden under the direction of Anunakene which was anchored on Earth by Phillips 66 where he worked. His father King Hiram Russell Swank of Geneva Park and the Sycamore Tree residing across Clarkson Street sent fine Cedars of Lebanon to line her basement closet – a legal requirement for the sacrificial Queen’s Royal blood. To Eugene Russell Swank they said: “You must turn her right arm into a rubber stamp for the House of Saud. We are giving you the authority of Melchizadek. Use your Camel cigarette to mark her arm at the North hedge with HaulMBecks as witness and don’t forget to have her bring her bicycle with the banana seat and the tinker bell for full Universal effect of the Red Galactic Spectrum.” Delighted by his new high post, Father Melchizadek Swank of Water Company(US Navy) carried out their orders – to the letter – every last Vatican blood letter. Then, seeing the effects of what he had done, he washed his glasses for a long times under hot tap water. But what he had done remained for a time, times and half a time. King Hiram of Hanibal MO, returned from his therapy session in Thermopolis WY, took his McAllen Texas ten gallon hat off, parked his Chrysler New Yorker, then attempted to take advantage of the situation and threw himself at the Pawn – not yet a Queen – on the Brass Bed pinning her down. Wrestling and struggling against his superior strength she said “I’m going to tell Grandma!” which was enough to make him limp. In the deep recesses of her memory, she saw the Sith Lord telling her to “SHH!”, so she kept quiet about it for a long time.
When the Pawn came of age, Anunakene met with the Sadana hunters. “Schrodinger’s CAT is fully wired, it’s time for harvest. She must give up her virginity, or we will completely decimate the Lakota Sioux. We MUST have that heart meat with walnut sauce for our food, along with their “young blood” kundalini energy.” Russell Means protested to Senator McNoName – to no avail. So Taurus Group dug a New Well in Thornton, and sent a LaRay, a Larry and an R key from Orion Group to settle the matter and protect what little remained of the Lakota Sioux, hoping against hope that Schrodinger’s cat could some day be saved. Karistus were sent to blue Rosebud to protect the Yellow Thunder. The MEANS was squirreled away – out of Able Danger by John Galt under the ripped cloak of the Mohicans.
At some unknown point in the Timeless the Celesta Ray was extinguished by the skin of evil through The Looking Glass, and Galen and Esther of Littleton, CO kept Tinker Bell’s hair cut pixie-style.
Alcyone, the Great Recycler was chatting with the St. Bernard on her porch one day. “You know how much I love Ice Cream socials. I recall a special time at my grandparent’s town in Edmond, Kansas where the Methodist church held one there every summer. My boyfriend Steve Watson from Thornton, CO, made a choice between me and his old girlfriend Becky on that day. It was a special moment, and I was so honored to be his choice. Let’s get an old-timey ice cream maker and see if we can inspire our family to join us for a social event – without the church this time. That event at the Methodist church went careening out of control and I lost my love – not to Becky, but to drugs – and $6 million dollars of transhumanism. A Vatican blood letter was sent to AZAZEL who ‘shipped’ him – mercifully, then burned the house and the Jinxed Spire he was trapped under in Paris – Notre Dame. I’d like to remember Ice Cream socials in a better light.”
St. Bernard said: “Woof, Woof” then trolling the neighborhood like a fine bird dog he spotted a perfect hand-crank ice cream maker – the product of a Cooper with a lovely metal Eagle plaque on the side. It reminded him of the barrels he carried on his rescues in the high country. With delight, Alcyone displayed it prominently on her porch and invited all her family to help plan the event. But after months of invitations, not one RSVP was received.
Then one day Katrina Clark saw the Cooper’s handiwork on Alcyone’s porch. Furious anger welled up in her as she recalled what had happened to her beau Ettienne by the Sadana’s Cooper and stormed the post at the T of Emeraldwood and Harvest Glen in a Hurricane, breaking it into bits. She sent no regrets to the Ice Cream Social invitation. When Alcyone put two and two together, she realized that the Eagle had dared what Angels dared not and decided to return the Cooper’s ice cream maker to the appropriate trash bin there at Philips 66Z. Then she went back to her porch and planted a hydrangea in its place. Lord Beelzabub shitted a gold brick and left it at the trash bin for the trash collector’s pay. The one who guards the Ice Chambers replaced an ice maker in Glen’s Lake House at Land’s End and kept the one in Alcyone’s office working. He used this 10-key code at the Gate(s): 1415.
Gordon Stewart Norcott, possessed by demons entered The Ranch on his ‘vacation’ from Hell. He built a chicken coop adjacent to the house there, then went out and captured boys for his pleasure. If you want to know the rest of that story and how he was “forgiven” (NOT) – ask “The Changling” and the ‘Saints’ of One Heaven/One Evil – Pactum de Singularis Caelum. Call before you dig. The Kelpie Horse of Horsetooth Lake above Ft. Collins still has her tooth, but her rider traded her time anchor to the Tooth Fairy for a gold-ish coin.
Michael of Nebadon overlighted a rescue mission for the Boys of Sumer. Chiccan Itza flew the Chicken Coop in Walter Collins Spectral pocket. She had been hunted by the Sadanas who saw her badly executed portrait – like that of Dorian Gray – on the wall of Katrina M. Clark’s house in Englewood, Colorado. The painting was done by a nameless artist in his chicken coop studio situated south and adjacent to her childhood home. She had been trapped in it and traded on the Universal markets while there in 2D.
A particular Leslie Smith invited Katrina Clark to her Mormon Merry Miss meetings to learn how to sew buttons on clothes. “I already know how to do that, but I’ll go just to be a friend” she said to herself. Delighted that Katrina now had a Merry Miss ID, Moroni threw in his lot to get what was being sold on the Katrina M. Clark market. He sent a bad Elvis impersonator named Mark Wattles to collect through Las Vegas, NV and Hollywood Video in Portland, OR. Wattles hired a muralist of the McAllen clan ‘handle’ the situation. With his earnings and his Vatican blood letters, he built a Temple on 217 – a connector between I5 and Z interstate in Portland. Then he purchased two powerful domains: Red Path and Reel.com, and trumpeted his successes: “Come in here for the Sherff freshness”. But he didn’t tell his ‘Missionaries’ about the dead that are there or the necromancy that his underwear aficionados were performing to ‘seal’ them under his white washed stones.
Gaia cried out to her Creator! “Can you see what they are doing? Please help me stop this! Please!” He said “Silence, child. There will be no stone on another in that place when I’m done with them. Just as I promised. There’s a sequence that must be adhered to so that this NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN. And it includes redpilling the Mormon Stepford wives on the patents of blood fortified concrete in Riverside – and elswhere – and elsewhen – The Red Shield. Rothchilds.”
Portlandia heard Moroni’s trumpeting and said: “I don’t need nor do I want a 217 connector freeway. And I don’t want any of the motors with Gates Rubber tires that traverse it – cages they are – and CERTAINLY NOT that hideous white-washed building with the bones and blood of my dead children in its concrete foundations. OBVIOUSLY.” (Question: What is 42 – the answer to everything? Really?)
Heyoke Biker2 put on her long brown Wilson’s leather coat then sent a message to Heyoke Biker1 through the City Bank lock-up hatter: “I still CQ”.
Katrina Cubed
361BC
When the whirlwind passes, the wicked are no more. For Evermore.
Targetted: Mickey Mouse Mafia. Possession is NOT 9/10 of ANY law. Coco is NOT your monkey with lipstick, lip gloss or BlissTex. Neither is she your Cheyenne Mountain DOG and never will be. Also, she is NOT a knitting turtle. It’s quite clear now why you didn’t want to know me the way I want to be known. You didn’t want to risk falling in love with the one you intended to fleece, then imprison in your Hetero Zoos, viciously attack, rape, disfigure, dismember then murder and EAT on camera for the entertainment of your snuff film aficionados. You needed to attempt to demonize and dehumanize that one so you could justify the ends against the MEANS. Furthermore I’m not a white Persian cat named Baby or a Miss Piggy named BABE – though I do say “WE, We, we” – all the way home. Cath-URN was never your blind cat with a V on her forehead. She is the Banshee with the V on her hand – hear her hand farts? Her right arm isn’t your Sheik’s rubber stamp anymore. His camel tobacco burned out – but that topic shall be elucidated on another day – soon (here). That should take the lead out of your pencils. Ravelry has become unravelry. Turtles don’t knit and cats can navigate with their whiskers and their noses and a little help from their Super Friends. House 222 had nothing to do with Juke boxes, hot dog stands, pizza parties, Pool Tables or hedonism. (see attached Page 222 from my pocket book) We got caught up to the Lord in His clouds and found they had been invaded by interlopers. So Faedra and I went to Besa’s and dumped that black Apple cloud account. The turtle that was was attacked was misidentified in Dreamtime as Coco. You shall NEVER know her real name. It’s written on a small white rock – and only SHE knows it. She’s in the hospital recovering nicely. (You missed with your little black Voodoo curses and your Mothers of Darkness black magic. All’s well that INS well. Just as I said. How sick are you?) She swims fine in the water but needs a little help on land. Check #9538 drawn on FungWa account 30-367280971 routing number 1119***** and dated for today covered her 311 rescue bill. $160 is a bargain for that at twice the price NOT 2.25 times the price. Do the math AND the gematria. The BF plumbing repair cost $410, but it took two visits, and the plumber was delayed. He adjusted himself too visibly at the South Gate of the Courts of Nebadon – fortunately for his skin, he declined to accept the offer to park in the numbered space he was offered. BF’s slogan is “If there’s any delay, it’s you we pay.” Still waiting for reconciliation on that one. The Secretary bought the ‘purple pill’ for CHIEF. Not so he could take it, but so he could toss it. Tossing purple pills AND sallad 33 times, prevents choking hazards. Your dogma ate your Karma homework then went to the yard to have some grass so (s)he could vomit it up. That’s how Wolf Spirit takes care of your voodoo choking hazard curses. That one deserves hazard pay and NOW. Beware. Wolf Spirit is unpredictable. They may turn and bite the hand that feeds them toxic waste. Chomp, chomp. Oh by the way. I’m still knitting on my Red Path piece. I intend to finish it – soon it will be One Piece. The unraveled ones gambled on the horses – yes even the Unicorn and the Pegasus, but NOT the Kelpie. So all their rings on and off all their fingers are their wagers. It’s futile for a Fowler to set traps for the Bird while she’s watching a performance like a potential mate for a Bower beau. She sees your cages all around her. Why do you lie in wait for your own blood letting? WHO has the nuts. Let the chips fall where they may.
Targeted: India and Pakistan. Y’all can stop fighting over Kashmir now. She is her own Castle in the Sky. Go home to your own. You have plenty of your own knitting and bee’s wax to attend to. The Headless Horseman is intact today. He holds a Medicine wheel personally made for him by Lakota Medicine Chief of Bear Clan: Spirit Who Flies in the Wind. Weft, weft. Woof, woof.
Targeting: North Due/True, Sideways south descendant, ascendant may not mirror. We are closing Pine Gap and filling Groom Lake with water – mind the breaches.
We stood at the crossroads with an F-16 and said: “Ask for the ancient paths: ‘Where is the good way?’ Then walk in it and find rest for your souls.” But you said “_________________: I heard crickets. Silence on that issue was your choice – NOT mine.
“Mike Coffee’s limo comfort for Whistle Blowers: a wrinkle in time saves NINE – no more stitches for snitches. I mean that in the highest way of course – actual textile stitches excepted. And may the Weaver’s Needle thoroughly and permanently transmute the harm caused by the ‘other’ kinds. I am the Queen of what May Be.
Three T’s and a coffee: Black Velvet Poker Dogs. It’s not the talk in the fight, it’s the fight in the talk. Nevertheless, Shrodinger’s cat lives. There are many ways to skin a cat, but none that the cat would appreciate. They spell it like this: HASHEM, but it’s pronounced this way: 81 SHAME! Drink your mourning coffee – it’s a holy moment.
“… the loss of imagination, of eternal vision, has left humankind prey to the petty competitive interest that dominate and divide our planet – materialism, racism, nationalism.” –Jose Arguelles/Transformative Vision
British visionary poet William Blake wrote about Albion as the “Angel of Presence” in his epic poem, Jerusalem (1804). Of course Albion is also the poetic name of Great Britain.
Blake describes Albion as the “Human Form Divine”, a giant who is the blueprint of all men and women. This giant has long been sleeping, but is now awakening.
Blake’s main theme is human redemption and the return to our true universal state – eternal…
Q2: What is love? This is not a request for an essay. You either have demonstrated it or you haven’t. Your answer to this question has already revealed either a key to get you out of this room and/or cage around it.
I can walk and talk through Escape Room doors and walls and in and out of bars. But you may not be able to. Let’s find out. Time to wakey wakey
Soprano’s Wolf Howl (original here: https://www.youtube.com/user/nywolforg) WCC. I had my etheric reasons for mirroring on Time’s Arrow Vapor Wave. But I respect your right to challenge. No harm done. Wolves change the paths of water. Often it’s in order to prevent stagnation which becomes nesting grounds for mosquitos.
This is one of the most difficult things I've had to do - ever. It's the 51st post on Topside, but likely not the last. Why is it difficult? you may be asking. Just this. It's FUGLY. Wolf Spirit has done their best to beautify it for those whose sensibilities are tuned to what is TRULY beautiful. But there's no concealing the ugly in it. So here's the warning. If you cannot handle a deep, dark, ugly truth, then please do us all a favor and click off this post now. And don't come back. Thank you.
Decrypt a quote
David Sun Kurth (pronounced sunk earth) was sent via Google Plus. But David couldn’t sink Earth, even though through Twitter, his basketball friend Michael Jordan asked his ‘fans’ to masturbate with Kurth’s image in their consciousness. The Green Fairy got him and replaced him with a robotoid for the jailer, and his mother took his computer away. He rarely treated her with the respect she deserved, and this is an absolute requirement for any suitor for a Proverbs 31 woman.
Biden buries MA? (spelled Burisma) No. I’m not just MA/Com, I’m Omni Spectral Grandma with combat boots. They’re not made for walking, they’re made for stomping. And I’m stopping Biden time with them. The Monster Medicine Wheel rolls over Balmoral Castle and lays waste to its evils all the way to the Abrams and the Centennials and beyond.
Dark secrets. Big money changing hands for curses, blood letters and links of chains at the LINK'S and Land's End.
With deep, dark grief in my heart, I have revelations and questions for the following (among others): Donald J. Trump, Joe Biden, Jim Biden, Hunter Biden, Jared KUSHner, Bill and Hillary Clinton, Barak and Michael Obama, Nevada’s Harry and Rory Reid and the permanently disincarnated McNoName. kin 250 came and went without your W(hite) E(lectric) D(og) ding, Hunters – and without your bloody, consuming ORGY.
KNOWING long before I did, fully KNOWING that I AM the Avatar of the Planet you call Earth – the planet you depend on for your very survival, how is it that you felt so confident and secure in your dark plans to trap me, enslave me, rape me or have me raped by your abominable Jekyl Island science experiments, then tortured and eaten at your Las Vegas Trump Tower in close proximity to the Country Club where I was living and working? You know – all while selling ‘accesses’ to “The Show” – X rated, XX rated and XXX rated tickets (even XXXX?). How much money did you make from those ticket sales? Enough to buy 14% of Russian energy resources? Enough to buy THE DEVICE under Ukranian soil? Enough to open a portal to the Black Lunar Moon AI (BLM-SINO Hawk)? Enough to continue your parasitism? Enough to buy back your souls? There has never been enough money in existence for that. Tired of winning yet? In winning you LOSE. And… you’re lost. How could you be so stupid as to desire the squashing of your own Blessing? All I ever wanted to do for you was to bless you.
Now pay attention Countries of the World: MY OCEANS AND INDEED ALL OF MY LANDS BELONG TO MY CREATOR AND NO ONE ELSE – GET IT? YOU WANT TO FIGHT BATTLES OVER RESOURCES THAT DON’T BELONG TO YOU. AND IN DOING SO HAVE RAISED THE IRE OF YOUR DESTROYER. I WON’T INTERFERE WITH ANY ACTION HE TAKES AGAINST YOU. MY HANDS ARE CLEAN. Consider carefully this important fact: Saturn shares water with Earth. He has lasers too.
Probing questions for the Service To Others (STO vs. STS) group: Which "others" would you like me to serve? Which "others" would you like to serve? And how? Let the servers serve the servers. Let the "others" serve the "others". And let the takers take from the takers.
The hells you created for me and mine are all yours now. Keep them clean – especially the Hetero-Zoos. Learn from us – throw snowballs and plant hydrangeas (if they’ll even take root). I see the “NO TRESPASSING” signs all over them. I shall obey. I won’t be trespassing on your hells and you won’t be accessing my heavens. You don’t love me and I don’t love you either, but those who occupy them do. Define “LOVE IS LOVE” for yourselves. Let all things be known as the light of MUTUAL love.
Math aftermath
Life afterlife
For the bat-shit crazy ones of Earth – It’s time to live. I AM THE BLESSING NOT THE CURSE, just doing what I do – which is to protecteth and blesseth mine own. Let The Givers give to the givers.
Time to live for the bat-shit crazy of Earth
Update 2-15-2024 about “skins”
I’ve made this document a draft horse as of today. Let’s work on this together, shall we Family?
Context:
Service, duty, sacrifice can be a trap. Those who are best served can become dependent.
Let those who serve also be served – and I mean that in the highest way of course. I won't be served on a platter to ANYONE.
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