New Moon Musings

Sometimes I see what appears to be a full moon rising in broad daylight. And then I remind myself that the Full Moon only appears in the night sky, and is NEVER seen in the day. The “moon” that I see is actually the Sun, veiled in cloud.

The Sun and The Moon are not as different as we are led to believe. We are told the Sun is the centre of everything, monstrously huge and powerful, a bright yellow burning hot ball of fire, the source of all our energy, centre of our world and indeed the whole galaxy !

But when I see the Sun shrouded in cloud, it is a perfect disc, just like the Full Moon. Identical. It is exactly the same size as the Moon. It is pearly white, just like the Moon, and I can look at it directly with the naked eye. There is no sign of anything flaming hot or yellow.

It is as if there are two moons, a WHITE moon for the night time, and a faster brighter YELLOW moon for the day time.

The Moon is full size only once a month, unlike the Sun which is always full size. The Full Moon and the Sun are NEVER seen in the sky together. There seems to be a rule about that, only one sphere visible at a time.

At the time known as New Moon, the Moon vanishes. As if it has gone off stage. We are only ever aware of the Moon at New Moon if it eclipses the Sun. And even then, we do not “see” the Moon, we just see a black disc cover the Sun. As if there is a third celestial object of equal size to the Sun and The Moon. A BLACK Moon. Though we do not normally see the Black Moon. It only appears at a solar eclipse.

When the Moon is approaching New Moon, we see a slither of a crescent. But when the Moon is aligned with The Sun at New Moon, we see nothing of it, even though The Moon must normally pass either below or above the Sun in its orbit. You would expect to see a crescent slither just above or just below the Sun, looking either like a smile or a downturned mouth.

Similarly, we never see a crescent moon right next to The Sun, there is always a distance between them. When the Moon is in the vague vicinity of the Sun, it completely vanishes.

It is as if there is a an area in the sky surrounding the Sun which the Moon hides behind as the Sun overtakes it at New Moon. It is as if the Moon is behind the Sun. It is as if the Sun has replaced the Moon.

The expression “New Moon” has always puzzled me, surely it should it be “No Moon” ?

Or are they renewing the Moon every month, replacing it, chucking out the old one, and sending out a brand new one ? A bit like a woman’s womb lining is renewed monthly.

Or is the New Moon really The Sun ? Is the old Moon being phased out, and we are all being upgraded to the higher speed time control of the Sun ? And eventually when the old Moon is gone, a Brand New Sun can be launched, faster and brighter than our current Sun. The old Sun then becomes the New Moon, just throw a permanent veil of cloud over it, and it will seem quite dull and dim and slow compared with the New Sun. And before long, we will all adapt to the new go-faster, brighter world.

(See also earlier posts : Mother Moon Time, Moon Eye Money, Moon Clock, Blinded by The Light, and other posts on Sun and Moon)

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Joined at The Hyp

Two people that are very deeply in love are called “joined at the hip”, because they seem to be INSEPARABLE. Identical twins can be born joined at the hip, physically conjoined. There is a third way to be joined at the hip… by hypnosis. I have a hypothesis about hypnosis, and it seems that HYP or HIP is a joining word and a joining place, where two worlds meet as one.

The opposite of “join” is “separate”. In our Western world, we are taught from birth how to be separate independent beings that do not really share anything except by strictly accountable mechanisms, processed via central control, internet, governments, media and welfare state. We are carefully programmed to unjoin from each other and join to the State instead.

One or many…
It seems to me that we have two states of being, and both are valid. The state of matter is symbolically female, we exist in separate bodies, that can physically touch at the skin. The state of matter is MANY of us. The state of spirit (or chi, or god) is symbolically male, we exist as one spirit, the same one and only spirit inhabiting all of our separate bodies, flowing in and out like air or water, joining us as ONE. These two aspects should not be in competition, nor at war, but in harmony.

Mutual hypnosis…
There is an experiment I have read of, whereby two people simultaneously hypnotise each other and go into the hypnotic trance state together, as if joined. And it was this experiment that got me started on my hyp hypotheses. The two participants both reported afterwards that they felt they had been to “another place” together, and that the “desire to merge” was very powerful. To begin with, this was deemed to be a good thing, but in time, both participants found that they felt threatened by this past closeness. It threatened their individuality and autonomy. Well that reminds me of something….

Falling in Love…
…is a very strange thing that happens to us all, but is difficult to explain or understand in any modern day way. I have come to think that it is like going into a hypnotic trance state, almost drug like, whereby the entire world is perceived differently, giving rise to the expression “Love is blind”. Nothing much seems to matter when you are in love, time and money go out the window, fear goes, and a wonderful trust in the world takes its place. It feels like you are in “another place” together, sharing an unbelievable closeness not normally experienced, and that you have surrendered to the very powerful “desire to merge”. You have joined to another, and in doing so arrived at another place, a place of conjoining conjunction. You are in a lover’s tryst and trust.

Mother and baby…
Each and every one of us has a past life, a memory, where we were joined at the hip, joined to our mother held inside her hips. This is “another place”, a past life that was very different from the world we now live in. A place of joining and sharing, not separation. A place where you were merged with your mother, inseparable. (Please see Soular Plexus). It’s a feeling of being home, joined to another kindred spirit, nurtured. It seems to me that we are always seeking to find our way back home to experience this “other place”.

Open Heart…
When you are in love, your defences fall away, and love flows freely without the usual blockages. Love is healing, love is vitality, love is powerful. Your heart is open in total trust and surrender, and it is open to being healed. You relinquish your autonomy and hand over control to some greater force, the force of conjoining. But the power can also be abused, misused, and while your heart is open, someone can damage it. Hence the problems that arise when the “in love” part comes to an end, or the mutual hypnosis comes to an end, and the two participants struggle to regain their autonomy, their separateness, after so much has been shared. It may also explain why so many people have issues with their mother, it was the umbilical cord that joined you to your mother and fed into your open heart.

Open Heart Surgery…
If you go into hospital for an operation, you are opened up. You have handed over all your power and trust to the medical staff. This trust can be used to heal or to abuse, just like being in love. It would be easy to harm someone who had their heart opened “under the knife” in open heart surgery, wouldn’t it ? All defences are down when your chest is opened up, your heart naked and exposed, and you have been drugged unconscious by General Anaesthetic.

Hypnotic anaesthetic…
Hypnosis has been used successfully instead of chemical anaesthetic during major surgery. In the hypnotic state, you can be pain free. You can be so open to joining, that the surgery is not painful and has almost no after effects. I think this is because you put up no resistance, no tension, and you are open in love. I am going to suggest (as hypnotists do) that love takes you to the same place as hypnosis. Love can take you somewhere where you are not only pain free, but where you can be healed.

Broken Hearts…
Our modern world is full of broken hearts that need mending. This may explain the surge in heart surgery to match the scale of heartbreak. Heartbreak is caused by the unjoining, and breaking apart of love, the pain of separation. (See Soular Plexus). When two people fall in love and go to “another place” they are going to a place of healing, joy, joining. I think this is the feeling of being inside the womb, where two hearts beat as one, in time, in tune, sharing, joined, open.

There are healers in the world that have astounding results that defy medical science. Some can work remotely on their patient, and some use their healing hands, the power of touch. The one thing that they have in common is an intensity that takes the healer and the patient (who must be open hearted and trusting) into another place, another state. The healer and patient become intensely JOINED for the duration of the healing power… in a TRANCE like state. Just like love or hypnosis. They are temporarily conjoined, inseparable, for the healing power to work its magic. Successful healers have methods to detach themselves after the healing work is done, unlike lovers.

Sexual healing…
The sensuousness of sexual intimacy sets off a hypnotic trance like state. Our original sexual intimacy is with our mother, from our womb experience and then our birth (if it was vaginal), and then breastfeeding. Any sexual intimacy will trigger earlier sexual memories (both good and bad), the body remembers everything. In a sexual state, you are naked, exposed, open, nothing is hidden, you trust and join.

Pandora’s Box…
Everyone has a Pandora’s box, skeletons in the cupboard, locked up. Bad memories of earlier damage are hidden away but still there. Bad memories and damage are caused by powerful intimate intense connections in the past, ones where intimacy and trust were betrayed. The memories can be awakened by going into the hypnotic state and seeing the truth. This can be scary, but it is the path to heal. The Western world teaches us to bury our emotions and our pain and carry on holding ourselves stoically together, but all we do is shove more and more into the Pandora’s Box, and do our best to keep the lid on it. Over time, the buried grief and pain mounts up. I think this is why two people who unjoin can feel threatened by each other. The intimacy of being joined brings about an intensity of knowledge of the other and of yourself, where everything becomes naked truth, exposed. It digs up all the past pain in an attempt to heal it.

Broken Hips…
If the number of hip hop hospital hip ops is anything to go by, then it seems that broken hips are as common as broken hearts. A broken hip is one that is disJOINted, no longer joined at the hip joint. Could the increase of disjointed hips arise from a lack of joining and sharing in our society ?

Hospital Intimacy…
Why are so many people in hospital all the time, are they deep down simply in need of care and love and being joined up again ? Are hospital operations a modern form of intimacy, the ony one available to many people ? It gives an opportunity to opt out of work and routine soul destroying life, and go to “another place” where someone (the surgeon) intensely joins to you. But the thing is with hospital operations, they are physically invasive into the body. This is in stark contrast to healers that work remotely or by using the power of touch, and in stark contrast to hypnosis. You are much more than naked in a hospital op, you are physically entered.

Is it love when the body is invaded ?…
The operation known as The Sex Act is starting to look like a surgical survical cervical operation. Surgical intervention. The surgeon, let’s call him Sir John, a Knight, enters the receptive female body with his surgical tool. He pumps in a surge of chemical fluid which alters the nature of the womb and everything in it. The operation is helped along if everyone takes some anaesthetising drugs or alcohol, especially the female, and especially first time.

Keyhole Surgery…
It is keyhole surgery, through the key hole, the womb hole. It is the hole that was once kept under lock and key in the form of a chastity belt. It is the key to who we are and where we came from. The key to life is the hole.

The first Hip Op…
Perhaps the Sex Act as we now know it, (i.e. the physical invasion of penetrative sex), was the original surgical hip op. The Sex Act targets the hip chakra of the female patient. The Sex Act targets the egg inside the hips, not only that, it is targeting the hips of the egg. It seems to be a double hip op. If successful, the hip chakra of the female egg is replaced with a new improved version, the resultant boy egg has no hip chakra, no womb, but instead will be born with a useful surgical tool, ready to perform hip ops on any distressed damsels who cry out. (Please see Just a Little Prick).

Home Hip Ops…
Hip ops are getting so common that before long you will be able to buy a hip op kit from the pharmacist, and do the whole thing at home. So maybe the original Sex Act was an operation once performed in hospitals, medically, surgically, and then it became something you could practise in the comfort of your own home. The Sex Act traditionally takes place on a bed, just like hospital operations take place on beds too. And nowadays the Sex Act is going surgical again with IVF treatment, egg and sperm donation happening in clinics. Hip Hop.

Theatre Acts…
The Hip Op takes place in Theatre, an Operating Theatre, Opera Theatre maybe. The Sex Act is an Act being played out, part of a much bigger play. Parliament is theatre too. Parliament rules over us and tells us what to do. Parliament is there to control the population, and that means controlling the Sex Act that creates the population.

Sex Acts of Parliament…
I have found two types of Sex Act in the UK. The Sex Discrimination Act, and the Sex Offences Act. Sex Discrimination sounds like it is de-criminalising sex. Sex Offences sounds like sex is offensive, just like a war is an “offensive”. So it seems that only some sort of sex acts are criminal and offensive, and other sorts are not, parliament says so.

Sooner or later the pressure to be separate and individual and unjoined gets too much for everyone. People find different ways of escaping to “another place”, or at least something that gives a vague feeling of being joined to love. You can drink yourself into oblivion recreating drinking from the breast, you can watch films or read books that take your mind elsewhere, you can get obsessively fit, you can take illegal drugs, you can take prescription drugs, go on the internet. And I would say you can be a sex addict too. I would say that the modern day Sex Act is intervention, invasion, war, surgical, and does not give the pure “joining at the hip” that is required for healing. But this post, like all my others on sex and love, is very much a work in progress towards finding the truth.

Joining Words…
A joining word is called a “conjunction”. “And” is a joining word. To join two separate things together. Even our language is set up to separate and join. And you must never put “And” at the beginning of a sentence. Because joining words must join two things that are in the same prison sentence together. (Please see Sent Down, we are all in prison for a life sentence). A hyphen is hyp-hen, a good way to join two words or two worlds by the female hyp and the female hen. And can you see the DNA in the joining word AND ?

Conjugal rights are embedded into The Act of Marriage, the right for one party to enforce invasive hip joning upon the other, due to a previous signing of a consent form known as the Marriage Certificate. It doesn’t sound very healing, does it ? It sounds damaging, forceful, offensive, criminal. Similarly, before a hospital hip op, you sign away your rights in advance, by signing a consent form. Once that is signed and you are drugged, the surgeon has some sort of conjugal rights on your body.

A congenital abnormality is one you are born with, such as being conjoined at the hip. It is not called a deformity, just abnormal, different to the norm.

Conjoined twins…
…is a congenital abnormality, sometimes known as Siamese twins, though Siam is now renamed Thailand. Thailand is known these days for its sex tourism, the hip joining gone wrong, since there is no love and trust in it, only exploitation and trade.

Hyp Not In Use…
Not enough joining ! A definition of hypotenuse is that two “legs” of a right angle triangle are joined at the hypotenuse, which is the diagonal side. Two legs joined at the hyp. I always think that hip problems are aggravated by too much driving cars (separation from others big time), and sitting in chairs. Maybe enforced conjugal rights aggravates hip disjoints too.

Hippocratic Oath…
…is taken by doctors, and essentially says DO NO HARM. And you can see that surgeons have immense trust placed in them, as if in a deeply loving relationship or tryst. The relationship between patient and surgeon is very intimate. I am coming to think that the success of a hospital operation depends on the intensity of conjoining going on. And that if everyone had more faith in the hypnotic healing, the surgeon could heal and alter without any surgical tools. The Hippocratic Oath can be applied to the Sex Act, and it is interesting to find that many men when embarking on their early sex lives, find they do not want to penetrate the woman as they are supposed to, and spoil the more “innocent” sensual love they share.

The Baby Maker…
This is a good one, as it adds weight to my theory of immaculate conception (though obviously I was not the first one to come up with the idea). Carol Everett is a healer who has been filmed healing a cancer tumour remotely in just minutes. Her website mainly focuses on treatment for infertility. She claims that women conceive within 2 or 3 months after her treatment. I would say this is a better success rate than a man physically surgically entering the womb ! Carol enables conception by going into a hypnotic trance and conjoining with her receptive female, no physical invasion necessary! I would like to know how many of the babies she helps conceive take on the characteristics of Carol Everett. (please see link below).

Gnosis, Diagnosis, Hypnosis…
Gnosis means the divine spark, or knowledge, to know. To really really know someone is to love them in a purely joined state, where all is naked bare exposed truth, and all the superficiality and falseness fall away in a mutual surrender to merging and joining. You have to FALL to do this, and this is probably where the FALL in the garden of Eden comes from. However, Gnostics apparently do not like matter and believe that only spirit is relevant. Christianity, on the other hand, teaches you to believe that spirit or god or chi (the hypnotic hyp state) is not something you personally have access to, and the Church controls any joining and unity. Christianity and Gnosticism are at loggerheads, impasse. To me, we need BOTH (Please see The Lion and The Unicorn).

Healing Prayer…
Prayer can be used for healing and is another version of hypnotic trance healing. Many people congregating to pray and focus on the same thing can cause a powerful effect (healing or damaging) on the object of the thought.

Miles away…
Sometimes people apologise for being miles away. They have gone to “another place” temporarily. By themself. You can enter this other place on your own. And that shows that we can all self-hypnotise and be in another place without even trying.

Sleep together…
Sleep is a wonderful healer, and maybe the true power of sleep is to take us to “another place”. Sometimes alone, sometimes to meet others there. Sometimes you can go together with the person you are sleeping next to, holding hands, joined where the hands fall next to your hips. And there you can see how “to sleep with someone” has been distorted into the modern day Sex Act. To sleep together these days means adult style sex, and therefore sleeping with your baby is not allowed. People are only supposed to bed share with a Sex Act partner. But to me there is nothing more beautiful than sleeping innocently with someone you love. When you “fall” asleep, you put trust in your surroundings, trust that you are safe to leave your body in rest while you go to “another place”.

Hippy Sisters…
The “Biddenden maids” from Kent, England were born joined at the hip circa 1100. They were also joined at the shoulder. To be joined at the chest, where the heart is, is another variation of conjoined twins. And maybe the joining at the shoulder was actually a very big version of holding hands, their entire arms merged from hand up to shoulder.

Holding Hands…
I sometimes think a simple bit of holding hands would go a long way to healing. It’s not the done thing any more, parents seem to strap in their kids to vehicles like prams and car seats, and bikes, and high chairs, or put them on leads like dogs, whilst joining to their phones instead. Sleeping with your baby is forbidden, they must be caged in a separate nursery in a cot. Holding hands is a joining at hip level. It joins up the centre of the palms, a chi energy point. The palm centre is the point where nails were put through jesus’ hands, his holed hands, when (s)he hung separately from the cross, unable to join with anyone. The palm of the hand has a healing power, no surgical tools or theatre required.

(See also earlier related posts: Sex Therapy Trade, Book of The Hole, Match Made In Heaven, Just a Little Prick, In Hospitable, Sick Pay, Ab Use of Sex, Hearts are Trumps, Through the Wombhole, St John’s Water, Soular Plexus, Smart Phoney People, Royal Olympic Fertility Ritual, Quintessentially English, The Lion and The Unicorn, Acts of God, Jesus da Vinci and Chakra, In The Comfort of Your Own Home, Premier Babies, lots more I have forgotten about)

Links: (a scientifically tested healer, I have chosen this example because a trusted friend of mine directiy knows her and can vouch for her work).

Book :
Seven States of Consciousness by Anthony Campbell

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Grande Danger

A bomb exploded at an Ariana Grande pop concert in Manchester Arena, killing 22 and injuring 116 on 22 May. The numbers are hallmarks of Illuminati massacres. The country is horrified that a terrorist can do this to all these young kids, I am horrified that we as a country are willingly sacrificing our young kids to be sexed up at pop concerts, which teach them how to sell themselves for sex.

This post is about selling sex to young girls and selling young girls for sex. Young girls have “pulling power”. Pulling power means more money, big big money. The sort of big big money that rules the pop music industry.

Ariana Grande has a following of young girls. Girls at Ariana’s bomb concert are “underage”, aged as young as 9, which matches the current age of Sex Ed in schools (soon to be lowered to age 4, please see Capture the Kids).

Selling Sex…
Ariana talks about sex and liberated women. She doesn’t just talk it, she dresses it and flaunts it, selling herself sexually as if she is an object for sale. Look at her POWER. Liberated women have power, pulling power, power over men who want her, and power over young girls that want to be like her. Ariana is for sale through her records and videos and gigs. It reminds me of the slaves that were put on stage in slave markets, up for sale, to be inspected to see if they were a good buy or a good bet. To fetch the best price for your owner, as a female slave, you would have to dress right and strut your stuff at the slave auction, probably a bit like a catwalk. The modern day addition of performing oral sex on a microphone surely increases the bid (bride) price.

Because I’m worth it…
Liberated women go around saying things like “because I’m worth it”, originating from a TV hair advertisement, you are worth more if you have great hair, groomed hair. It’s nice to be worth a lot isn’t it ? You feel powerful.

Young girls are being groomed through the pop industry into offering sex willlingly by consent. Ariana has well groomed hair, it looks like a pony tail to me (Please see Bridle and Groom). A well groomed female will fetch a better market price.

Horse power…
The strength of an engine is measured in horse power, this originates from when horses pulled carriages, thus 2 horse power means the equivalent pulling power of two horses pulling. These days the Royals are still pulled around by horses for special occasions like weddings. Pulling power is horse power.

Worth a Grande…
A grand is £1000. I am sure Ariana is worth more than that. I am sure her pulling power has doubled since the bomb exploded. Because the bombing show was so successful, they are going to do it again. Yes, that’s right, Ariana is going to do a repeat show. In Manchester. Tickets are on sale, and someone is going to benefit from a big haul of money, by selling Ariana. Ariana tickets for sale, hurry hurry….

Grander Arena…
You can tell her pulling power has increased, because Ariana Grande needs a bigger grander arena for the repeat show, one that can take double the numbers, and raise double the money.

It’s for Charity ! …
Can’t argue with that can you ? The money raised, once the record company or whatever have taken their expenses, will go to the Red Cross. The Red Cross are always there to clean up after war and this is what they benefit from. Wars mean big business and profit for the Red Cross, who are always there to help the war effort. (Please see Human Procurement Centres).

Free tickets for victims…
This is incredibly generous… anyone who went to Ariana’s bombing show is entitled to free tickets for the new gigantic double-the-size show. I bet they can’t wait to go again and have some more fun ! Obviously the 22 that were killed or the 116 who are in hospital will not be in a position to take up this special offer. Those wanting to claim free tickets are told to “hurry” as if it is some sort of race. A human race, perhaps, or maybe…

Aryana Race…
Go on quick, rush to get your ticket. The Aryan Race is the perfect race of the Nazi nationalists. It is said to have originated in Sweden with the blonde hair and blue eyes. The look that fetches a higher bride price, or higher bid price at auction.

And now on to the big money involved here…

Tits and Gigs…
Large amounts of British money have similar names to female body parts. Tits or titans are the breasts, gig or gigantic or giant is the vulva. (Please see Sheela Negative). A “grand” is ONE THOUSAND POUNDS, as everyone knows. It is less well known that a “giant” is a gigantic ONE MILLION POUNDS. And a “titan” is ONE HUNDRED MILLION POUNDS. There are large banknotes in existence that are worth this amount. Hey girls, are you worth a titan, or a giant ? How much are your tits and gig worth ? Are you worth it ?

Bits of paper…
A “titan” is a Bank of England banknote the size of an A4 sheet of paper. A “giant” is a banknote half that size, which is A5. The whole monetary system is surely at its most ludicrous when you know that one A4 size piece of paper is worth £100 000 000. Apparently this is more convenient for storing than endless suitcases of used fivers. These bits of paper are not in circulation, they are stored in heavily guarded bank vaults. Brilliant isn’t it ? Is it worth it ? Are you worth it ? Why are we all chasing these bits of paper ?

Benefit Gig…
The gig is a very beneficial thing. It is beneficial because it is worth so much. A Gig sells for a lot of money, a sellout, and so do tits. How many female pop stars have their tits insured for large sums ? Do they trade on their sexual body parts ?

The Grande Finale…
The bombing occurred just after Ariana Grande’s finale song “Dangerous Woman”. GRANDE DANGER is an anagram, or maybe an Ariana Gram. Did Ariana win the grammy ? Is she dangerous ? Or was it the suicide bomber that caused the damage ? Or is it the society that says pop concerts are great for sexing up kids. Look what we are doing to our kids. Where has childhood gone ?

Gig of Death…
There is some truth disguised in this horror story, because Ariana is presiding over death and the subsequent gig which is the funeral. It is my view that the vulva (or gig) is the way back out of life in spirit form, to match the way we came in when birthed. The death rituals should therefore be women’s work, as it still is in some cultures. And if the ritual is not undertaken by women in the correct way, the spirit is not correctly returned to its source. I hope to write some more on this one day. I doubt very much that the Ariana benefit gig will benefit the dead, or the alive, because it is all being horribly distorted as part of the paedophile agenda.

Ariana and Rabbits…
I wrote “Mrs Warren’s Profession”, about rabbits and sexualisation of young girls, before the Manchester Bombing, exactly one week before on a Moon Day Monday, though the post had been in note form for a few years. Ariana wears big BUNNY ears as well as a PONY tail. And rabbits are one of her “trademarks”, a mark of her trade, printed on her merchandise that is also for sale. It is all part of the sexual symbology aimed at girls and liberating them as young as possible. Liberating their “gig” and their tits for use and for sale. Opening up what is known as “private parts”.

Age of Consent…
Before long, 9 year old girls will be deemed to have enough sexual knowledge to consent to sex, because they will be sexually educated by schools, the media, and pop concerts, “gigs”. At present, the age of consent is set where it is because those younger than 16 are deemed to not have enough knowledge to be able to make “informed” consent to sell themselves. (It is age 15 in happy liberated sex-equality Denmark, and the Gillick Principle allows for girls aged 12 to take contraception in preparation for sex, if their doctor thinks they are mature enough). It seems to me that young girls are getting sexually informed very fast.

Porn Pawn…
This post is not a personal attack on Ariana. Ariana is no more than a pawn in a nasty game, same as the rest of us, caught up in this net and internet of deceit and evil. She is a pawn used unwittingly for porn, believing that liberation is helping girls. If she wanted to get out of it now, she couldn’t, which may explain why so many pop stars die young. I sometimes feel powerful when I am writing, and I have a following too. Maybe I am just another pawn in the game too, sucked into the net.

(See earlier posts : Bits of Paper, Sheela Negative, King Cnut, Capture the Kids, Human Procurement Centres, In Hospitable, Burn The Bra, Through The Wombhole, Body Parts, Body Chopping, Paedophile Agenda, Mrs Warren’s Profession, Age of Consent, lots of others too )


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J.C. and The Suffragettes

Door-to-door callers are very invasive and annoying. There are the salesmen trying to convert you to a product you don’t want. There are the religious campaigners trying to convert you to a cause you don’t believe in. And there are the political campaigners trying to convert you to a cause you don’t believe in.

They all sound quite similar.

I am told I must vote because the suffragettes died to save me. I am told I must vote because I am a woman, and especially I must vote for J.C. (Jeremy Corbyn, leader of the Labour party). People are getting angry with me. There is an election war on. Yet again. It is breaking up families and friendships in its never ending religious fervour.

It’s going to be different this time round. It really is, really. I know we said that last time, but this time it’s true. Live in perpetual hope ! Be Positive ! J.C. will save us, save the whole country and the whole world, all we have to do is vote for him and then the world will be a beautiful place. And we can all carry on shopping in peace, while J.C. takes care of everything, and suffers to save us.

So many people are repeating the same mantra at me, it’s making me think they have all been brainwashed with it through some sort of Church.

A church where they worship J.C and the suffering of Suffragettes. Maybe you can get a suffragette crucifix to wear round your neck depicting a dead suffragette mashed up under the Kings Horse.

Politics is like a religion. You know the one where someone special called JC (Jesus Christ) comes to save us because we can’t do anything ourselves.

It used to be compulsory to go to Church on Sunday. It was a sin, a crime, not to go. There are moves afoot to make voting compulsory, it already is in some countries. The same people that despise “religion” want to force the voting religion upon others. And you can see that the new religion is State Worship. You must partake !

“Look at The State you’re in !” is what someone says when you are battered and bruised and damaged. Being in The State is not that great, is it ?

Schools began with Sunday school, Church School, just on Sundays. For little kids. To be brainwashed with religion. To learn about J.C. our saviour. Nowadays, we have State School, compulsory, five days a week and increasing. Attendance is vital to the success of the State School, which starts the day with some sort of assembly, like Church. State School trains you to worship the State.

I find myself keeping quiet about the fact I don’t vote, wondering if I will get my windows smashed in, or receive hate mail. It’s a sin !

You must attend the polling station. Coincidentally, it is usually schools and churches that get taken over to be polling stations. The frequency of elections these days means that soon they will be building dedicated buildings for delivering election services. And the day of worship will be Thursday. Compulsory. An election every week. Has anything changed ?

The State Church sends out newsletters in the form of daily newspapers. We have State run TV services, and there is the one world state that runs the internet as a Service Provider, A Church vicar delivers services to those that attend.

In some countries, say Tibet (which no longer reallye exists), the State and Church are the same thing. Of course in our advanced intelligent Western Countries, we do not get Church knotted up in the State, do we ? We are secular. The Queen is head of both State and Church, but everyone seems to conveniently forget this, not to mention that JC has already sworn allegiance to the Queen.

I am told I must vote because…

…The State controls our lives, don’t you want a say in it ? (why does the state control our lives?)

…JC is so amazing that half his own party are plotting to get him out, (sounds like a great unified group of people to run the country). He is going to make a better State for everyone, just like God !

…The Welfare state (farewell) is collapsing and we must keep propping it up (hospitals that kill our bodies, and schools that brainwash our minds). Worship the State !

…I must be counted. (I don’t want to be counted).

People are angry with me for not voting, and sad that I don’t care, I am so lazy, and stupid. And above all else I am not honouring the dead suffragettes, that died so that JC could save us.

It seems that the Labour Party rose to power alongside the rise in “suffrage”, i.e. the Women’s vote. (see links below). Was the Slave Labour Party begun to soak up the votes of women, to make them feel they had their say. To dumb them down ? And to create a war between the male and the female, the reds and the blues, a polarisation of the population in a perpetual Orwellian war. We must have a perpetual war to control the people !

And when JC doesn’t come for the second time, It will be because some women didn’t vote, even though the suffragettes died to get us the vote (which makes it almost compulsory). It will be as if JC was crucified, either by his own team, or by the Roman style Tory party. The blame will be cast to those who were too lazy, stupid, or uncaring to cast their vote for him, those who did not want to be saved or to save the world. To NOT VOTE will become the biggest sin of all, and steps will be taking to witch hunt those who sinned, particularly the witchy women. And to cast them out, or force them to repent and change their non-voting ways.

A vote is carried out by marking a cross in a box. The mark of the cross is the sign of JC. It is a mark of a gruesome death.

The second coming of JC is a sexual phrase, but that’s another story. A story to do with our new non-religious worship, in our secular secsular sexular society, the one where we are liberated, especially liberated women, we have free speech and can make our own voting choices in life.


(See also earlier posts: No Vote, The Don’t Knows, The Eyes and The Nose, Hearts are Trumps, The Reds and The Blues, The Slave Labour Party, The War Tory Party, Capture the Kids, Solar Saviour, The Saviour Within, Opinion Poll Control, Face The Front, Seven Deities of The Week, Be Positive !, Polling Nation, In Hospitable, King Cnut )

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Mrs Warren’s Profession

“Mrs. Warren’s Profession” is a well known stage play by George Bernard Shaw. The story is about the oldest profession in the world, prostitution, selling HOLES. The name “Mrs Warren” is apt because bunny rabbits live in warrens. A WARREN is a big underground network of HOLES. Rabbits have a reputation for constantly breeding, we jokingly say “at it like rabbits” or “breeding like rabbits”.

The symbology of rabbits is all about sex and holes and selling them.

Rabbits for Sale…
Rabbits are sold as pets for kids, as if they are toys to play with. Only one more step and we have rabbits linked to sex toys. When you grow up, you can buy a different sort of rabbit to play with. “Petting” is what adults do leading up to sex. There are signs at the swimming pool where the kids go to play : “No petting” is written on the same sign as the messages aimed at kids “No jumping”, “No running” etc etc.

Holes for Sale…
Wholesale is selling wombholes, w.holes, the original trade. Wholesale trade means selling in bulk. It’s funny how selling empty holes is selling in bulk. Bulk buy of holes eh ? Who would want to buy empty holes ? Holes are nothingness. Is it some sort of marketing trick? There are lots of rabbits in England, and ever since rabbits were introduced to Australia by English immigrants, there are lots of them there too. Maybe the hole-sale trade began in rabbit country ? Maybe England exported its wholesome wholesale trade to Australia along with the rabbits.

Whores for Sale…
WARREN looks like WAR, and WARE. A war is an invasion, like whore, wor, whoring, invading a cunt or cuntry. A ware is something for sale. A whore is for sale, selling her wares, though really it is her wombhole, hole, her warren that is for sale. The price to pay is the entrance fee. Entering the whore is entering a hole. Entering a rabbit warren is entering a hole. The hole is entrancing, an entrance.

Bunnies for Sale…
Playboy bunnies are branded women, an international brand with a magazine, clothing and all sorts of other things I don’t really want to look up. Playboy bunnies are women who are there to trade their sex for men’s pleasure. For play time. Foreplay time. Play time reminds me of kid’s toys. Toy time. The fluffy females wear fluffy cotton wool tails to advertise their ware with their wear. It draws attention towards the hidden hole. Lots of young girls seem to like going around with Playboy branded clothes and accessories, they want to be cute bunnies, they want to be wanted, they want to be sold, they want attention.

Tails for Sale…
And so you can see that the re.tail trade is about selling fluffy bunny tails. The tail advertises the womb hole for sale, one hole at a time, retail style. I suppose a playboy magnate can buy a big batch of holes at discount wholesale warehouse whorehouse price, and then sell them retail, individually, one at a time, one play at a time, at a great profit.

Sex for Sale…
Whores and Playboy bunnies sell their sex in two ways. Firstly they sell the act of sex by selling admission to their hole. Secondly they risk their female sex for a 50/50 gamble on converting to a male sex because by allowing access to the hole, there is access to the egg, and the egg could potentially be converted to a boy. A play boy. Look what Kate did…

Playboy Prince…
Prince George has already been branded as the “Playboy Prince” (when he was only just walking). A boy or man who is a playboy is one that buys playboy bunny women for self gratification, women are for play and toys. George is also compared to Prince Harry, whose playboy style sexploits are frequently published, as if to show us he is “at it like rabbits”. I am waiting to hear that Prince George owns a pet rabbit.

In Bread…
A “bun in the oven” is an expression used for a baby in a womb, which is doubling in size just like bread does. A bun is a small round bread, or bred, and the woman is breeding just like a bunny.

Fore Sail…
Perhaps the oldest profession went international with shipping. You can see that when the ship’s fore sail appeared on the horizon, the people on land knew that the holes were coming in for sale. The foresail sign means For Sale. Holes for sale.

Homes for Sale…
Homes these days are sold by erecting a “For Sale” sign outside, coincidentally usually making a big HOLE in the ground to hold the sign in place. Rabbits do not buy and sell their holy homes, only humans. Human homes are considered “property” or “housing” to be owned and traded. Human holes are considered “property” to be owned, either wholesale life-member, through marriage, or retail PayAsYouGo, through prostitution. Rabbits do not buy or sell their holes either.

And perhaps the first warship was a whoreship, a ship full of whores for sale. The trade wars, the trade in whores, the trade hips. The hips of the whore are traded and invaded. Ships of hips, And I cannot help but notice that hips and haws are berries you pick in the autumn to make jelly with… And that is why the haw tree is known as the Holy Thorn, because the holy whore has a hole.

Sugar for Sale…
The trade in sugar goes back to slave trade days, and trading whores is as much a part of the slave trade as trading sugar, which we still do today. (please see Silver Spoon). You need sugar to make jelly and jam, and I am wondering about this whole jam making business…

Jam Maker…
Every good housewife, when they are not whoring, will be at it making home made jam. It’ll go nicely with the bun in the oven, a little bit of jam and bread with your quintessentially English tea. You see, it could be that the the sugar that came on the whoreships, haws hips, came from the sugar plantations of that old colonial English outpost called “Jamaica”. It’s now a tourist destination, that’s nice.

Down The Rabbit Hole…
I am going further and further down the rabbit hole in true conspiracy theory style. Alice in Wonderland went down the rabbit hole to another world where everything was too small for her. It seems to me she was going back to the womb, following the white rabbit into the whore hole, into the rabbit warren that is the way to the womb, from whence we came. We came from a smaller world.

The Whole Way…
These days, sex is not just reserved for breeding, it has been rebranded a wholesome sort of activity, a sport, a leisure activity. “Did you go the whole way ?” The whole way means right up the whole hole, into the womb. Like rabbits. At it all the time. Though strangely, I must have seen a million wild rabbits in my life in England, but I have never seen them “at it”.

Chocolate For Sale…
Easter is the time of year for Easter bunnies, reminding us to breed like rabbits. It always seems like a time of year to sell chocolate. Chocolate eggs and chocolate bunnies, yum yum. Full of slave trade sugar and cocoa, brought in on the whoreships. Chocolate is one of those gifts that men buy women to woo them. Did I say “buy women” ? Is it a sort of trade ?

French Rabbits for Sale …
LAPIN is French for rabbit. A modern version of Playboy Bunnies is LAP dancing clubs, and all of this is totally acceptable and above board in England, advertised in public spaces. A lap dancing night out is the sort of thing that someone might buy for a man on his stag night. Or they might buy him a playboy bunny, a prostitute. A bit of PayAsYouGo PlayAsYouGo before he settles down for his lifetime contract. That’s acceptable too.

Plastic Rabbits For Sale…
A “rabbit” is a an adult toy for women, it’s only fair that modern day liberated women can have rabbit sex toys as well as men. A “rabbit” is a machine device that women can insert into their own hole when they are playing by themselves. The “rabbit” is a product for sale, of course, a toy for a playgirl. And you can see that women as well as men are being accustomed to intimacy with plastic and rubber and machines, things without soul, but things they can control themselves. And can you see that one day, someone will invent a plastic “rabbit” that can breed. For Sale of course. The “rabbit” only needs a simple upgrade to squirt out some DNA coded fluid. Maybe we can call it a BRED Maker ? To go with the Jam Maker.

The Oldest Rabbits…
The Jews are the world’s oldest race, which sounds rather neatly matching the oldest profession. Maybe the Jewesses were the very first holes for sale ? The Jewish community have priests called “rabbis”. The rabbi presides over marriage counselling, weddings, bar mitzvah, growth, unity, a list of things that seem to be directly related to breeding. The word “rabbi” literally means “teacher”. The symbolism of the rabbit and the rabbi is teaching us sex and reproduction, and selling it.

The Oldest Confession…
You can carry out your sinful profession, and then go to the catholic priest for sinful confession. The classic confession is original sin, the one to do with sex and holes. Jewish rabbis hear confessions too.

Bright Eyes…
Myxamytosis killed off the rabbits. They went blind. “How could the eyes that burned so brightly suddenly turn so pale ?” goes the song. They say that too much sex makes you blind. I see a person with bright eyes as someone who has a spark, a vitality, someone alive, someone who has a strong spirit at one with their body, and when that spark goes, it is as if their soul has been lost or sold. Rabbits are caught in the headlights of a car, the bright lights. Myabe they were blinded by the slave driving cars. They don’t like the bright lights, and neither do I. Myxamatosis was deliberately introduced in Australia to kill off rabbits. Because the population was too big. (sound familiar ?).

Watership Down For Sale…
The song “Bright Eyes” was written to accompany the film of the book Watership Down. Which looks like Warship Down. Watership Down is a book about rabbits, and how their home, their warren was destroyed by human invasion, bulldozered. Probably to build homes for humans. Homes For Sale of course.

Internetional Rabbits…
We now have the internet to speed up the oldest profession, the sex trade itself is speeding up to match the breeding speed of rabbits. It seems to me that the world’s newest profession of “IT”, is rapidly becoming the world’s oldest profession of holes for sale. The internet is an international shop, a new world trade centre. It’s virtual. It’s a giant hole. A giant hole for sale. The internet is an international sex shop. Do you ever feel like you are going into a big hole, albeit a square hole, when you hook up with the internet ? Is it enticing, is it addictive, is it entrancing, is it seductive ? The internet is not our home, it’s going the wrong way. It has no soul because the soul has been sold.

The World for Sale…
There are so-called Missing Kids websites, there are dating mating websites, there are sperm packs (DNA) for sale, human eggs for sale, there are Malaysian girls for sale. And of course rabbits for sale. Almost everything else that is for sale will have some sexual suggestion draped all over it. In amongst it all, there are paedophile rings, like PIE, waiting to come out of the closet. The internet is one very big whole sale site. We are returning to, or maybe arriving at, Original Sin, OS. OS is Operating System. The Operating System is Original Sin, eating the Apple. Buying and selling holes, wholesale is profitable, big business. The internet is the IT industry, at IT like rabbits. The IT industry is the Sex industry.

The Story of Mrs Warren…
It is a very sad and sorry story. Mrs Warren sold her hole to make money so she could bring her daughter up well, out of poverty. This is often why women are driven to prostitution. The daughter eventually learnt what her mother did for a living, because her mother confessed. To start with, the daughter was ok about it, until she realised, Mrs Warren was still at it. Mrs Warren got greedy, she didn’t just want to lift her daughter out of poverty, she wanted her to have a good education…. and believe it or not, she wanted to “trade” (nice word for this is “marry”) her daughter to a suitably rich husband, there is so much more to offer with a well educated hole. Presumably if you marry a rich husband, you will not be driven to prostitution, the irony of it ! Mrs Warren could not see that she was selling her daughter wholesale, for life, selling the very same wholesome goods that she had sold herself PayAsYouGo. Selling the most desirable des-res home of all…. The WHOLE. And the brilliant thing about the modern day profession of prostitution is that women are selling themselves and their daughters, willingly. How does that compare with female genital mutilation in Africa ?

Souls for Sale…
You can see that Mrs Warren sold her soul and did her best (albeit unwittingly) to sell her daughter’s soul too. All in the name of “bettering” herself and her daughter. (Please see Place Your Bets and Good Offers). It seems to me that women and girls want to be sold this way when they have lost their soul. But what they are really looking for is to be re-souled. To find their lost soul. And now we have a new type of For Sale game to fill that gap (or is it hole) in the market… Seeking your soulmate, go dating and mating, be at it like playful rabbits, for a fee to join and enter this website, click here.

Womb Home…
The womb is the home we once came from, and is what we seek. We live in a bigger version called Mother Earth. The Whole Earth is our home. Methinks that wombholes should not be traded, be-trayed, bought and sold, nor women, nor rabbits, nor the Earth, nor homes.

In praise of rabbits…
Wild rabbits seem to me to be very humble creatures that do not harm. They are considered a damaging pest, but the biggest pest to Mother Earth is surely the Human Race. Rabbits eat grass and meadow flowers, they live in Earthly burrows. They have simple lives playing outside on the grass, and are very Earthed. They snuggle up together to sleep inside Mother Earth. Maybe we could have a different sort of rabbit symbology that teaches us how to live more in harmony with Mother Earth and each other.

(See also earlier posts: Centre for Exploiting Missing Children, The Last Taboo, Book of The Hole, Silver Spoon, Bridal and Groom, Just a Game, I Want One, White Goods, Good Offers, Place Your Bets, Sex Therapy Trade, Scrambled Eggs, Cracking The Egg Code, Puppies for Sale, Babies For Sale, Male Reproductive System, Custom of Excision, Quintessentially English, Don’t Pick The Berries, Through The Wombhole, Square Eyes, Blinded By The Light, William’s Slave Pen)


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The Moon Clock

The traditional clock face is big, white and round. It is like the moon face. It is mounted high up above our heads to look down upon us, God like, telling us what to do. These sort of clocks still exist at railway stations, town halls, church towers, and some are illuminated from behind like the one on Bath Abbey, so it really does look like a bright white full moon.

Well that’s odd, because the traditional Clock is measuring Sun time. The Clock that we are familiar with divides a Sun cycle into 24 equal hours. The Sun runs on a very different time cycle to the Moon. Very strange…

We look at the clock to give us an accurate measure of the stage of the Sun time.

Except the Clock is not accurate by the Sun, because it has been standardised.

People used to read The Sun itself to determine the time of day. Then clocks came along, and people stopped reading the Sun, because it was more convenient to look at the clock, (or indeed hear its hourly bell chiming loudly throughout the region). And nowadays you can just stay indoors and not even know the Sun exists, so convenient. But at least, way back when, the clock was vaguely accurate, so that 12 noon by the clock matched the Sun being overhead.

With all this advance in technology, you may be surprised to know we have less accuracy now, because when the trains came in, 12 ‘o’ clock Noon was standardised to fit with train timetables. For example, if you live in Bath, the Sun will be directly overhead at about 12.10pm. That’s a great level of accuracy isn’t it ? (Though strictly speaking the Sun is never overhead in England, we are too far North).

An accurate clock these days means it is well adjusted to universal central control time, not well adjusted to the Sun.

So we got used to using the Clock instead of The Sun, and if you run your life by the clock as school children do, you will nearly always be slightly off-time, with your body senses and the clock always in slight disagreement about the truth. Ouch ! Is there a battle going on somewhere ?

Now back to the Moon Clock…

Could it be that the Moon is a sort of clock ? It looks like one. Big, bright, round, white, mounted above our heads.

Could it be that the Moon is man-made and put in the sky above our heads so that we can look at The Moon and read off exactly where we are in our Moon cycle, just as we look at a Church Clock or school classroom clock to read where we are in the Sun Cycle ?

You see the phases of the Moon seem to be set out rather neatly, rather clock like. There are exactly 28 unique symbols that the Moon can display. Ranging from Full Moon to New Moon, and the 13 waxing or waning (wayning) symbols inbetween. When you look at a Moon Chart, it is really quite easy to decipher it.

The Moon is universal, everyone in the world gets synchronised to it. (Please see Sky Television).

But suppose the Moon was first erected to clock something that already existed, just like the clock on the church tower clocks the Sun. Supposing The Moon was put there to clock women…

Supposing it clocked a female 28 phase cycle of waxing and waning. Supposing it was put there so everyone would know exactly where women were on their moody cycle. Supposing the moody female phases came BEFORE The Moon ?

The Moon Clock follows the fertility cycle of Mother Earth and all women. It waxes up to full fertility, and wanes to nothing, then is renewed.

High Moon is Full Moon, when the womb is full (sounds like a Full Monty), when the womb is ready and ripe for being seeded. New Moon is when it is emptied out and needs renewing.

The Moon Clock can be used as a timing device for conception or avoiding conception, providing all women are synchronised to it. No need to ask the women, just look at the clock ! Bloody brilliant, blood being the big word here, you can see the blood drain away in the phases of the moon, and you can see it build up again too.

If you are a woman you will know what your body is doing (as long as you have not been programmed out of your senses), but if you are a man, how will you know what a woman’s body is doing, and you want to reproduce yourself as a boy ?

I suppose it helped men to make and take the decisions about family planning, instead of relying on their women telling them the truth. And this seems to suggest that the goal of woman was the very opposite of the goal of men, a bit like two opposite teams in a football match.

Football matches are now frequently played at night by bright white floodlight mounted up above our heads, in order to transmit the TV footage round the world (by Sky TV) at a convenient universal standardised time.

The Moon is a fertility symbol.

I would say it was originally put there to direct and control fertility rituals. And it was so dominant that all women everywhere eventually became synchronised sin-chronised to The Moon by being programmed out of their senses. Regional and cultural differences were ironed out, just as this is being done today by programming everyone to standard Sun Clock time across the world.

The Moon Clock took over women (and men too) and became a universal standard once it was raised (as standards are raised) into the universal sky of God. Our convenient devices always control us back eventually.

Some gardeners plant their crops in Mother Earth’s fertile soil, by watching the phases of the Moon, just like a man might have once planted his human seed by watching the Moon. And maybe if you are clever, you can use the Moon Clock to determine whether you get a boy or a girl.

To get a boy, I would go for just past Full Moon, full womb, just as The Sun, The Son is rising, the crowing cock rising heralding the peak of rising male fertility. The exact time of Easter (high oestrogen) is decreed by some peculiar calculation of Sun and Moon, that seems to match this plan. The sort of plan that might result in a birth about 25th December.

I am looking at the word WAX and WAYNE, and I can see X and Y. The waXing before Full Moon will give a baby girl, an XX. And the waYning after Full Moon gives an XY, a boy.

The Sun Clock has 24 divisions, probably representing the daily peaks and troughs of male virility. The Moon Clock has 28 divisions. They are not so dissimilar. We carry mini sun clocks around in our pockets these days, in the form of phones, or on our wrists as watches. It has all gone miniature, pocket size. And maybe women’s cycles are becoming less synchronised to The Moon as other types of clocking devices gain more influence in our daily control, or women simply opt out of clocking altogether (that is what I am working on myself).

Nowadays, we have a new clocking device to control women’s fertility, or more accurately, INFERTILITY. A mini Moon Clock to carry in your pocket, called a contraceptive pill, THE pill, as if there is only one. It comes in pocket size packs of 28, each little pill looks like a mini moon, to be taken daily, to be taken exactly once for each revolution of The Sun. Each pill is numbered and labelled in groups of 7, just like the Moon phases. Follow instructions accurately to achieve full infertility.

This time round, it seems to be more about controlling and creating infertility. Modern women desire to be barren, yet still constantly available for sex service, so liberating. There is no fertile time any more. The man-made moon pill is devised to control infertility of women, just as The Moon was man-made to control the fertility of women, and perhaps more importantly the fertility success of man.

I suppose that if we continue this path, eventually all women will be synchronised to the moon pill, just as they were once synchronised to the Moon.

If the Moon began as a Clock, then it seems that is how each of the planets were devised. Planets are very computerised, robotic, machine like. Each one clocked a different cycle of the human condition, a way of monitoring what was going on by scientific measurements, and displaying it in the sky. The further away the planet is from the Sun, the longer the time cycle. Eventually each one of these planetary devices becomes more than a clock or a measure, it bites back and takes us over and tells us what to do.

Fertility rituals are performed to create new human life, in a family planning sort of way, a plan to create a new birth. A planetary plan. No danger of any accidents of birth if men and women obey the Moon ! So maybe that explains how much our birth “chart” influences who we are, eh ?

Charts and readings sounds like the stuff of academics and scientists, universal university type people, trained in universe cities, and Freemasons.

Birth charts are read by looking at the planets as if they are a technical instrument, a dial to be read off. So are daily “Sun” horoscopes, and you can see the word “horo”, meaning clock. The daily dial position of the planets is a giant multi-clock, a set of dials like the flight deck in an aeroplane, that tells us where we are at in all our different cycles. Birth charts are read and produced by experts, experts who have mysterious talents and training.

Methinks that if you pay too much attention to the planets, it is the equivalent of following the inaccuracy of clock, or God in the sky, following the Universal programming that attempts to pull us all into line. It knocks the senses out of you, as you give greater weight to something mounted high above your head, and you disable, override or ignore your own senses and inner voice.

I think the planets are all slightly off time, just like our phones and watches no longer match the Sun time they once set out to measure… Because there is this very strange anomaly between Esrth and Heaven, for which I now offer an explanation… The planetary equinoxes and solstices that are announced by astronomers who observe the planetary dials are always about a day or two AFTER the Earth Energy lines come into harmony. Everyone tunes in on the wrong day, we are all slightly off tune. It is just like the clock time in Bath saying 12 noon before the Sun is overhead. Ouch, a clash of information, a clash between God’s higher plan, higher planets, and our our own senses.

I don’t think full universal control was ever achieved with The Moon, and you can almost see the problems with the fact that the Moon cycle is never exactly 28 days. Just like they have to add a day to the year every 4 years, and other such corrections. Ultimately nature resists being measured, it is inherently unmeasurable.

To me, we are relying too much on devices, and not enough on the intuition (in tune) that we all have within us. Feeling our way along is more harmonious than referring outside ourselves to standardised universal devices, either those above our heads or those inside our pockets.

And whatever gets measured or monitored or watched, eventually the measuring device takes over control.

I am left asking the question as to the nature of the Battle of the Sexes. Could it be as simple as a fight over whether to conceive a boy or a girl ? The answer is surely in The Moon somewhere.

The French word “mondial” looks like Moon Dial to me. It means global, or world, or worldwide. It seems to imply that the Moon is a dial, or world clock.

(See also: Seven Deities of The Week, Male Reproductive System, Blood Sacrifice, Monthly Contracts, Wombless Women, I Want One, Quintessentially English, George Engineering, Carbon Currency, Wedding Photographer, Tower Tour, Clocking The Clocks, Mother Moon Time, Sky Television, Blinded by The Light, Moon Eye Money, Devices, Time and Place, Time Lord, Family Farming, Time Travel, Wrist Brands, Astronomical!, Custom of Excision, other Sun and Moon and Time and Womb posts too many of them probably)


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Premier Babies

I remember being in the US at the time of the “Preemie” craze. Girls were collecting a new type of doll called “Preemie”. I WANT ONE !!! These dolls were modelled on premature babies, babies born well before their due time and IN NEED of serious medical intervention to keep them alive.

They’re so cute, premie babies.

Luckily medical science comes to the rescue. Luckily we live in modern times with medical science to help us out when we are in need.

Or is it medical science that is IN NEED ?

Medical science needs premie babies to experiment upon.

You can see that back in the Preemie craze of 1985, dolls were used to program girls were to adore helpless premature babies that needed lots of plastic tubes and medical attention. And to want their very own PREEMIE. A fashion for premie babies was created, and now those girls are maybe aged 30 or so, the boom in premie babies coinciding with the fashion for preemie dolls.

The premie baby is the desirable one, the premier league, the one that gets the most attention. The one that is the most cute. A bit like the fashion for premie baby size dogs that female pop stars carry around.

In my home town of Bath, there is a premie unit at the Royal United Hospital (RUH).

The Premie unit is funded by charity, the Forever Friends Appeal, and in particular the “space to grow” campaign. Space to grow sounds like a womb. Lots of good people are raising and donating money to help the cause, help cause it. To help a problem that should not even exist. A problem that has been created in order to supply medical science with babies to experiment on. The challenge for medics is how many they can “save”, and more importantly from how early on in the pregnancy. The most heroic medic will be the one that saved the most premier premie of all, the one born the earliest.
The website says that 1 in 10 babies born at the RUH are “premie”, I had to read that 3 times to make sure I had read it correctly. That is 10% of hospital births, this is Big Business indeed.

Premie Babies are kept 4-5 babies per room. A bit like a dormitory or factory. Mothers are kept out, they get in the way.

Babies are kept in square boxes, called inCUBEators. They are plugged in and strapped in and monitored by medical science which is substitute for all the things a womans’s womb would provide. Food is piped in through plastic. No human touching. There is no space for mums to sleep, so they have to go home.

Surely it is a shock to both mother and baby. Trauma splits the personality, separation at this age and stage is trauma. Splitting mother and baby is splitting the personality. Dividing. Dividing and conquering. Mothers are being phased out and replaced by medical science.

These babies are pioneer babies grown in square boxes like horticulture. That is why they are premier league, they are pioneers ! Advance ! Progress ! The baby unit is sponsored by Dyson, the pioneering engineer who invented the bagless vacuum cleaner for housewives. Babies are aborted by vacuum cleaner technology, sucked out of the womb prematurely. A bagless woman would probably be a wombless one, one with no growbag inside her. A vacuous woman would be one like a Stepford wife, that behaves robotically, as if medical science had created her.

When the premie baby is past its danger point, stabilised (like jesus was born in a stable), then the mother is allowed to stay with the baby in a specially built appartment. The appartment has a TV, closed doors and windows, and sounds like a prison, or a hotel room. One of the rules is that neither of them are allowed out. They must not leave this SQUARE ROOM.

Not until the DUE DATE.

Yes that’s right, the baby must stay in the SQUARE ROOM square womb until the exact scheduled date. They are replicating the womb but with new improved efficiency that outdoes the unpredictable untimely womanly womb. The baby leaves the hospital womb room on its due date. Perfectly trained from birth to stick to timetables.

So they just have to deliver babies earlier and earlier, smaller and smaller, cuter and cuter, so cute they attracts lots of funding.

At the other end of the medical science pregnancy, we have IVF which starts the pregnancy off in a square lab, or a penis shaped test tube. And you can see that if they keep the IVF embryos out of the womb for longer and longer before implanting, eventually the entire pregnancy can be done in a lab, a square room womb. One day the IVF embryo will be big enough to go straight into the premie baby unit, bypassing the womanly womb altogether. It will be as simple and normal as going up a class at school.

IVF babies are usually produced several at a time, and luckily the Premie Unit is set up for that with its dormitory style accommodation. 4 or 5 identical siblings can be kept together in the same square room womb.

Cutting edge stuff eh ? Isn’t the human race great ?

There are so many advantages to doll-like premie babies. They are labour saving devices to help women, just like washing machines, and bagless vacuum cleaners. A shorter pregnancy, easier to push out due to its small size. Soon everyone will want one, just like washing machines.

The premie baby is programmed from birth to bond with squares and pipe feeds and scanning devices, plastic coffins, plastic tubes, LED lights, uniforms are its norm, its love of familiarity. And severed from human touch, and the regulation of its mother’s heartbeat.

So much easier to control.

The baby will be good, trained to be good from premier birth.

Why are there so many premie babies ?

Is it Anti-D injections ? endless Scans ? folic acid diets, blood letting, or just modern living with endless ipads and phones. Or perhaps it is the new advice to couples that sex during pregnancy is healthy for your baby, so women can no longer say NO without being accused of premature bad parenting before the baby is even born. (See Cervical Sex)

An image of a baby in a plastic cot with tubes is normal, everywhere. It is an image that shows how much we care. It is an image that raises money for good causes.

Eventually you will be able to order a real live baby off the internet for just $60, or a bit more for a custom made one, just like you can now order a preemie doll. And it will be DELIVERED to you on its due date, just like babies are delivered, and books from Amazon are delivered. And just like you can already buy baby animals for dollars, and noone blinks an eyelid.

Preemie baby dolls come with adoption papers. Just to make sure it’s all authorised and legal and allowed and acceptable.

How many charities are devoted to the cause of medical science ? And why are they all growing and breeding even faster than premie babies ? You might expect that a premie baby charity would want to reduce the number of premie births, but methinks they are helping increasing them, devoted to medical science.

(See also earlier posts : In Hospitable, The Olympic Show, Wombless Women, I Want One, Body Experiments, Body Chopping, Centre for Exploiting Missing Children, Internet Images, Babies for Sale, Capture The Kids, The Harry Patch, Anti Baby Injection, Scan Gate, The Washing Machine, In The Comfort of Your Own Home, Cervical Sex, Save the Date, Puppies for Sale, Soular Plexus )

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