Peaches Geldof died on Monday 7/4/14.
PESACH is a word a bit like PEACHES. Pesach is the Jewish word for Passover. Peaches just passed over. This year Pesach runs from Monday 14/4/14 for 8 days until… yes you guessed it, another Monday 21/4/14. Easter Monday. Three funday Mondays in a row. Do you like Mondays?
I came across the word PESACH on the website of Magen David Adom (MDA) UK, whilst researching something else. MDA is the Rothschild stamped Israeli version of the Red Cross, and you have to wonder why they need a UK branch. Magen David Adom means “red shield”, so does Rothschild. MDA collect blood. Blood banks. The Rothschild bloodline collects banks. The MDA website is blood coloured. They advertise their stocks of O blood. They tell you to DONATE. A funday trip to Waddesden Manor is advertised, this is Rothschild’s English home.
Pesach (or is it Peaches?) is a festival to celebrate the “delivery of Jewish people from slavery in Egypt”. It is celebrated by worshipping effigies of Jesus the Jewess nailed to the cross, murdered. Is Peaches a Jewess, and was she murdered? Was she sacrificed as part of the Pesach celebrations? And how long has this been planned for?
Peaches was “bonkers” according to a very scripted statement of mourning from her father Sir Bob. What a strange word to describe your recently deceased daughter. A word that has been carefully planted to attract attention. Bonking means having sex, and my guess is that Peaches was a child sex abuse victim, and maybe an adult victim too.
Being severed from your mother is a good way to prepare a child for abuse.
Peaches was age 9 when she was forcibly taken away from her mother, Paula Yates.
Peaches was age 11 when her mother died. Peaches was ripe for abuse. A ripe peach.
Peaches was a journalist exposing paedophilia in high places, in particular rape of babies with their mother’s consent. She had inside knowledge of what goes on in elite circles, in particular the Pop (or is it Pope?) Music industry. She had the misfortune to be born into it all, perhaps bred for purpose. Maybe she was determined to get the truth out, and had to be silenced, like many others before her. Or maybe she knew her time was nearly up, and she wanted to use her last days wisely.
“Tell me why I Don’t Like Mondays”, sings Bob foretelling his own daughter’s death. This song was a number one hit ten years before Peaches was born.
“The silicon chip inside her head was switched to overload”. No cause for suspicion, no suicide note. Just the implanted silicon chip in her head being remotely controlled. Cool stuff eh?
Google’s boss, whose name is Regina meaning Queen, has recently announced a silicon chip that you can swallow which alters your DNA throughout your body. Permanently. It is another version of the poison apple. I guess the Google chip has already been trialled on humans, and maybe Peaches is the first public successful execution of this cool new product that youngsters will love. Maybe the ultimate test of the chip is to see if it can perform remotely controlled execution. Just click on Peaches Geldof and select “Kill”.
“Nobody’s going to go to school today, she’s going to make them stay at home”, sings Bob.
Did you know that Peaches and her sisters were forced to go to school the day after their mother died, Bob said they should CARRY ON. Surely Peaches would want a day off when her mother had just died, she might be a little bit upset. Silly Peaches, she is bonkers isn’t she? Did she not know that school is far more important than mothers ? Anyway I am sure Sir Bob put her right on that one, he is a Knight and he knows best, not like Mother. Go to work Peaches, Mothers do not matter.
Can you see that this is the way that things are heading? Can you see how Peaches has highlighted something very wrong in our world? How the vital protection function of the mother is being slowly disappeared. Mothers are now consenting for their own babies to be raped. If Mothers are deemed unimportant, then this is what inevitably happens. Until it eventually becomes normal. And maybe Peaches got a taste of this in her own childhood. Maybe in the Pop and the Pope world, this is already normal.
“Sweet 16 ain’t so peachy keen” sings Bob. Even her name is in the song.
“Sweet 16” means that a girl is now legal. Legal tender, like Rothschild banknotes. Peaches’ middle name is Honeyblossom. Honey means bees, and the Queen Bee, blossom is the nectar. A nectarine is a fuzzless peach. (The word “fuzz” comes from wikipedia). Peaches are fuzzy nectarines. Underage girls are fuzzless. Nectar is the raw material for honey. Bees like the nectar to make the gold honey to feed their Queen. And the Queen Bee likes Sir Bob, that is why she made him a Knight, for services to the Queen’s Agenda. Nectar is the food of the Queen, and a nectarine is the underage peach. Can you see what the Queen’s Agenda is? The underage girl is required to feed the Agenda.
Nectar is from the Greek “nek” and “tar”, meaning death and overcoming. Overcoming death. Funny that “tar” is a time sort of word eh? It is linear time that makes sure our time is up and we die. Apparently nectar is the “favoured drink of the Gods”. It sounds to me like the Gods are a bit Bee like, and so they must have a Queen to survive. Nectar is responsible for the evolution of the honeybee, and I would say that the Gods have evolved by another sort of nectar, the nectar they get from the Honeyblossom of human peaches, young girls. Nectar is symbolic of child sexual abuse, and they feed off it. Wearing a necktie may be the dresscode for this Agenda.
The traditional English female has peachy skin. A peach is synonomous with a pretty girl. In French, peach is peche, peche also means “to fish” and “to sin”. A fisherman and a sinner are the same word. And Italian is the same too. St Peter was a fisherman, this is the Pope’s right hand man saint at the Vatican, and now it seems that St Peter is a peachy sinner. Bill Clinton was “impeached” for his sins. And after a while you can see that peach is a sort of code word for sex with girls, or girls for sex. Peaches was branded at birth with her name label, her life laid out before her.
Of course the reason we all hate Mondays is because it is Back To Work day, the 5-6 days of slavery start up again after you have been allowed one day off. The Rothschild Jews may have been “delivered from slavery” by their PESACH dirty nectar deals with the Gods, but I think that their deal includes enslaving and abusing everyone else.
SUNday is symbolic of your day of rest, the few crumbs of enjoyment that make the rest of life worth bothering with. Sunday is your reward day for all your hard work. The day of rest is synchronised and symbolised with the SUN, the one and only male SON. Our minds are led to associate the two. SON is important, this is the best bit, got it?
Monday is synchronised with the MOON, hate the bloody moon day, hate the female Mother, hate the Jewess. MOTHER is unimportant, the bad bit we don’t want and we only do it because we have to.
There is one exception to Back to Work Monday, and that is the Bank Holiday Monday, we have three of them coming up in the UK, starting with Easter Monday. Why are Bank Holidays mostly on a Monday? And now you can see how the Rothschild Banks are the Gods that grant us an extra day off on our horrible Monday. You never go to school on a BANK branded Monday, do you?
The Moon has been tampered with, the Moon is being used to create and power the Sun. (See Moon Eye Money). The Son worshippers are the same team that are running the paedophile rings. I think we need to stop worshipping the Son and the Big Brother way, and pay more attention to our Mother Earth and all Mothers instead if we want these horrors in the world to end. Maybe what we need to do, or rather not do, is to NOT GO TO SCHOOL on MONDAY, like the song says. Bunk off some of the slavery. Don’t wait for the banks to give you permission. Take a day off if your Mother dies. Even better, take a day off BEFORE your Mother dies. Mother Earth is alive, she is Mother to us all.
I have a suspicion that Princess Bea is connected to this, being so Bee named, and so Moon numbered, and she sort of looks a bit like Peaches and is about the same age. I have not yet found the link.
The Geldof family seem to have the mark of death, pivoting around Paula Yates I would say. She is the Mother, and her four daughters have all been captured by the Knights in the name of Sir Bob. The youngest, Tiger Lily, is a flower that is symbolic of death. Hutchence, Yates, and now Peaches, have all had somewhat unexplained and dramatic deaths. But maybe all these deaths are to do with the same thing, the severance of Mother and daughter, and our severance from Mother Earth.
(See also: The Old Welsh Road, Centre for Exploiting Missing Children, Paedophile Agenda, Homosexual Agenda, Moon Eye Money, Poison Apple, Concrete Bob, The Queens Alms, Queen Bee, Hex Allen Key, Bank Robber Bees, Decoding the Murder of Jesus, Jesus the Jewess, Normalising Paedophilia, A Very Private Crime, Move The Spotlight, Human Procurement Centres, Mother Moon Time, Microchipped Dogs, Just a Game, Lewis Key, Do As You’re Told Days, Babies For Sale).