Sky Television

Television is a device that socially unites people, a shared experience, something almost everyone has in common. That’s nice.

I do not have a television and I therefore find it difficult to join in with daily conversations that revolve around what was on tele last night. I have the same problem with news stories.

I used to watch TV when I was a kid, and I can share my experiences with other people of similar age who were brought up in Britain. Remember Blue Peter, and Dr Who ? There are even phrases like “Here is one I made earlier” that only those who watched the TV programme will understand. It creates a bond between us that we have had the same experiences at the same time.

It was the Bristish Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) that created that bond. That’s nice of them.

On the other hand if you have not had the same TV experiences, you are likely to feel excluded, and children who go to school and don’t have a television at home will find themselves unable to join in. If you have not watched Blue Peter regularly, you won’t know what I mean by “Here is one I made earlier”. That is when you start to want a TV so you can join in.

If you are a foreigner, you will feel left out unless the show is a worldwide one like The Olympics, or The Queen, or The Twin Towers, or Trump.

The BBC is doing a good job to bond people around the whole world with its broad casting activities, in particular the BBC World Service. It doesn’t really matter what is broadcast as long as we are all sharing the same very suspect wavelength, and the show is centrally controlled. There is lots of paedophile activity at the BBC, and the sculpture over the entrance to BBC HQ gives us a clue to the wavelength we are all being invited to share.

Underlying all these nice shared screen experiences that bind us, there is an undercurrent of a not very nice hidden agenda that is programming us.

But of course the BBC cannot reach everywhere. Neither can the internet get its screens into every home. Annoyingly, there are plenty of remote tribes in the world with no electricity ! And Africa is a very big continent to run broad band broad casting throughout.

There is, however, one very big screen TV that everyone in the world watches, whether they like it or not…..

It’s called The Sky.

It’s Universal. It’s central. Perfect for controlling the whole world.

It is the one viewing we all have in common, wherever you are, whoever you are. Some people in the world have never seen or even heard of the existence of the sea. Some, like me, have never seen a rainforest. But we have all seen the stars of the sky show.

The two celebrities of the Sky are The Sun and The Moon, a male and a female lead, just like all good stage and screen shows.,

Then there are the main supporting actors, The Planets, with their carefully choreographed movements. And last but not least, there are billions of stars to create crowd scenes, and Zodiac signs. The stars of stage and screen. All carefully staged, and it is one big screen.

I would say the sky screen is made of some sort of glass, and the stars are some sort of screen saver image to me (maybe we need a new charity called Save the Screen). Sometimes a screensaver is called a “wallpaper”, but it could be a CEILing paper if it was above your head. The French word for sky is “ciel”, which can also translate to “heaven”. A wall is divisive as the Berlin Wall demonstrates, and we can paper the wall or ceiling to make it nice and pretty to kid ourselves we are not a heavenly heavily guarded prison.

By my reckoning, we live IN the world, on the INSIDE, and the sky occupies the central space in the middle that is common to us all. (Please see Through The Wombhole). To really truly centrally control the world, you need to take over the sky space. Does that sound like God ?

The Vatican is central control HQ on Earth, and you can see that wall paper is also Papal Wall. The Sky is the Papal Wall designed to divide and conquer. The Universe and the Sky is the domain of the Pope and God. Sky TV’s chief Director is God.

NASA has a big part to play as the Space Agency. Like a travel agency, or estate agency, Nasa is there to sell us a vision of another place, the place known as “outer space” (slightly misleading marketing words like all good agencies, it should read “inner space”). NASA creates advertising and publicity material, and its most successful drama series was probably the Moon landings, which is why Stanley Kubrick’s name is still linked to it, whether he filmed it or not, we all deep down know it is showbiz. Sky showbiz.

The Sky is the biggest TELE VISION of all. It is universal, of the Universe, it broadcasts its show out to all of us. Wherever you go in the world, you can talk about the Moon and the Sun. It unites us all. Everyone has seen the programme. EVERYONE in the world. It is on all day every day, all night every night. You can’t switch it off… unless you hide in a radiation proof cave, and maybe cave people have more sense than we are led to believe.

A TELEscope is used to improve VISION of the sky. Hence the word Television.

These days, it is no secret that there is a Sky Show that is man made. We have been told that some of the moving movie “stars” up there are actually man made satellites that are used for broadcasting. That’s ok with us because we all worship screens. (Are you looking at one right now? I am). We have “Sky TV channels”, and we have “cloud” that stores data. Data goes up through the cloud to the Sky. And the Sky broadcasts down to us, just like the BBC World Service, to everyone, whether we want it or not. It is all part of the global screen world of programming.

If you didn’t know about the satellites, or even planes, if you lived in a remote tribe, then you might be very much in awe of these strange sky entities created by sci entities, scientists, science. If you lived in the future, and all our current knowledge of satellites and planes had been eliminated by education programs, then you might be in awe of these strange sky entities. You might call them “moving stars” or movie stars. Nowadays everyone assumes that the stars and sun and moon and planets (another form of “plane”) are “natural”, and we are in awe of them. That is because we are educated.

The satellites (and other entities) in the sky do not just transmit TO US. It is a two way show. They WATCH US. Google Earth for example, has watching satellites, they even tell us this! They tell us that they are controlling and watching us from the sky. It’s not just us in the Western world that are being watched, the whole world can be spied upon, and any hidden tribes discovered and obliterated if they refuse to convert to screens. It is like the Orwellian two-way screen in everyone’s living room, except these Sky screens are in the Universal living room, living womb space we all live in. Everyone everywhere is watching the Sky, everyone everywhere is being watched and controlled by The Sky. This is nothing new, it’s been happening for eons.

And that is starting to explain a lot about why some of the behaviour patterns of human beings are universal, even in remote tribes.

Watching a show on terrestrial TV is never just watching. You get dosed with radiation and flickering lights transmitted to you from the screen. It controls you, programs you. You don’t even need to watch it, it affects you if you are in the room, it affects you in the air outside which is filled with invisible inaudible transmissions, it affects you at work next day when you hear about last night’s tele. Sky TV seems to be doing the same thing, even if you don’t look at it, you still get the radiation.

We are increasingly being encouraged to look at the Sky Show. Areas are being designated as star gazing areas. TV watching people keep talking about how we are a tiny planet hurtling through Space, and how we are thereby insignificant and helpless against the mighty Universe and Solar System (which will also save us). We are being led by broad casting to marvel at the stars of the Sky as if they are celebrities !!

Much of the Sky Show is very predictable, so predictable that a computer can predict it accurately years ahead. That tells me that the background Sky show is run by a computer program. But we can have a few foreground specials to liven things up !

Special events and Special effects, just like going to the Movies. Or going to The Moon. Eclipses (film clipse) are headline news, appearing on terrestrial TV screens. Last year we had the Northern lights appearing in the wrong place in the West of Cornwall. People love the colours of the sunsets, so they are being made more pretty with the increase in chemtrails, great for photos to store on iclouds. In the Vietnam war, the sunsets became prettier with the chemical warfare, we like things to look nice, don’t we ? What are shooting stars, they look like extra fast satellites to me, and “shooting” is how you make films, you shoot stars. Meteorites come in showers or shows, which reminds me that the weather is broadcast form the METEOR logical Office. See how logical and computery it is ?

The weather and the climate is part of the Sky Show too. Rain shows are big in England. But perhaps the most exciting bit of weather recently was the lightning strike at The Vatican just as Pope Francis was chosen by God as the next Pope ! Surely this is proof of God’s existence, and his strong electrical connection to The Pope. You need electric connections for screens to work, wireless is best. God exists for sure, God’s Sky TV has power over us, God is a higher power over our heads, but he is not as strong as the lower power beneath our feet.

Our weather and climate is influenced by the Sky show above all else. The Sky is ABOVE all else. So is God. And in Britain, we all talk about the weather, possibly even more than we talk about tele and screens, because the weather is so changeable, and unstable, it impacts our daily moods.

Our daily moods are impacted by the planets too, female moodiness is oft attributed to the Moon, and methinks any screen watching or screen being watched will impact your moods too.

Astro logic, astrology, is the study of how the sky rules over us. It’s logical like a computer program. At birth, we are each allocated a Sky team to belong to, according to which part of the screensaver or wallpaper is “ruling” over us at the time. Our official birthdates show the Roman calendar month we began life in, but everyone still seems to know which zodiac team they belong to.

It seems there is no escape from God’s Sky rule, but there is a curious thing about the Vikings, who are said to be the best seafarers. They did not navigate by watching the stars, or indeed any other TV show or screen. It seems obvious to me that they must have tuned in to the Earth Energy, the spirit that runs through Mother Earth, the chi energy of our shared mother. This is our true navigation, and you don’t need any VISION to do it. You don’t need to watch anything. It’s more touchy feely. You just to feel your INNER power, inner space, and I would say that is strongest at the solar plexus. This tuning in is a different wavelength to Sky TV and BBC TV, and electric screens. It is lower and slower.

I think our inner power is stronger and capable of overruling the Sky. But we tend to pay attention to the Sky and other screens instead. And by paying attention we pay our power to the show.

The four fundamental elements of Earth, Water, Fire and Air are being altered and the new names widely broadcast. The Sky is a show, it is not the same thing as Air. Meanwhile Earth is being renamed Planet, as if it is now part of the Sky Show.

It seems that the new Sky TV corporation could be destined to be the next Sky above our heads. An upgrade to something so much better, higher, flying. But really the sky is being lowered closer towards our heads, and the amount of Air we have to breathe is being reduced as the prison gets smaller and tighter.

(See also earlier related posts: Queen and The Pope, Papal Bank, Moon Eye Money, Blinded By The Light, Mother Moon Time, Astronomical, many posts on the Moon, Stop Watching, Forecasting, Long To Rain Over Us, George Engineering, Carbon Currency, Invasion of The Telescreens, Square Eyes, Devices, Soular Plexus, Zodiac Calendar, Radio Activity, Program Me, Universe Cities, Through The Wombhole)


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Quintessentially English

The Queen is quintessentially English. England is such a Quaint little country cuntry, don’t you think ? With quaint little tea shops with tea and jam, or maybe tea and homemade Quince jelly.

“Queen” is slang for a gay man, the gay Queen is the one that provides the pseudo cunt receptacle part of the sex scene. The word Queen derives from the word “cunt” (or vice versa), you could have Qunt, or Cueen. Either way, the King is counting them and quantifying them, quaint isn’t it ? (Please see King Cnut).

The cunt is essential, we arrive in this world through the cunt, it is sacred, and the word has been horribly turned around into a nasty slang word that degrades women and the womb.

QUINT means Five, 5, or V in Roman numerals, a 5 is ‘S’ shape. A low five for LO.VE, or a High Five for HI.VE. Is that a Queen Bee I see there ? ‘V’ always appears when we are talking about the Vagina and VulVa, see all those V’s in the labelling. V stands for Volt too, the unit of charge of power, the voltage of the Cunt is potentially a very highly charged piece of equipment, I would say the biggest Power on Earth.

A QUINCE is a fruit found in quaint English gardens, (along with plums and apples and oranges, my blog is getting very fruity). A quince is like an apple or pear, ripening in Autumn to a golden yellow colour. When cut around the equator, the seeds form a star of 5. Quinces are traditionally used for making Quince jelly, just squeeze out the juice, collect the quince essence, add sugar, seal and pot up to preserve for future use. And maybe the quince jelly is the Royal Jelly of the Queen Bee, herself a Qunt that is the figure head of the quaint cuntry of England.

Or is it N-GLAND ?

….because in female anatomy, there is an essential GLAND just inside the entrance to the cunt.

The essence of this gland has been harvested in times gone by, collected like the Quince essence, and no doubt still is. The gland is called the Skenes Gland, which looks a bit ssssnakey to me. And snakey means rising kundalini, the snake uncoiling, activated, aroused.

The secret gland secretes its magic and ESSENTIAL potion when the female climaxes in orgasm. It is essential to have the right sort of female for harvesting, a selected female, selected young, and carefully trained, just like modern babies are potty trained today. Because the stuff needs collecting in a pot, it can’t just squirt everywhere, it is a product. Some babies are born to bee Queen Cunt.

In days gone by, these females were the High Priestesses or maybe Princesses (look at all those snakey sssss’s in their labels). We have modern day equivalents like Princess Kate and probably some pop stars and other celebs too.

So now we have an interesting fact because the snakey fluid does not come out of the cunt itself, it comes out of the urethra, the same tiny outlet as the urine. Does that remind you of a penis, having one multi purpose hole for both urine and semen ? The female snakey fluid is known as female ejaculate, and modern scientists seem puzzled by the pointlessness of it. Why does a female need to ejaculate semen type stuff when there are men to do this service for her, eh ? And the men can make it so much more convenient by delivering the semen directly into the target pot of the womb. A man improves efficiency !

I am not puzzled. To me this is a leftover from days when the world of women could initiate conception of their own offspring, without the need for a penis to invade the sacred space reserved for the baby. (Please see I Want One). And I will bet my last pot of quince jelly that there is still somewhere in the world it goes on today, because nothing ever dies out.

Parthenogenesis is a method by which some animals, including snakey reptiles, are able to reproduce without a male. The Path-of-N-Genesis perhaps. Via the N-Gland. The Parthenon in Athens, Greece is an ancient temple, and I wonder what sort of ceremonies went on there. Perhaps Athena of Athens was a High Priestess. A quick internet search shows me she was born by parthenogenesis.

Not all women are able to ejaculate, and the vast majority do not anyway, probably due to potty training which teaches everyone to hold everything in, UNLESS YOU ARE SITTING ON A THRONE. The toilet is often referred to as the Throne. What is the Queen throwing on that throne ? Why do some toilets have just a seat and a collection bucket underneath ?

Everyone knows about male ejaculate, jacks jacking off, and boys sooner or later learn how to undo some of their potty training and let it out, with encouragement from Sex Ed and the subliminal advertising all around us. Most girls have no idea of this aspect of their bodies. It seems to be taboo information, and I hear it is illegal even in the porn industry (Which means there must be a government department to regulate this).

Quince jelly is POTTED, saved for future use, collected in a pot just like the snakey female fluid. Potty training teaches us to collect all our lower body excretions in a POT. Potty training is usually a severe punishing process, and I know of women that cannot wee anywhere other than a toilet.

If females are selected for High Priestessing jelly processing, then I think they will be Rh negative, the Royal bloodline, good for potting up good old English Royal Jelly. What do they do with it?

The snakey fluid is apparently very like semen. The most obvious difference between the male and female fluids is that the female contains NO Y CHROMOSOME. Y chromosomes do not exist in females, they are “alien” to a female. The Y chromosome is the deciding factor on producing a boy or a girl baby.

It’s a girl ! Guaranteed. No more hit (boy) or miss (girl) games.

High Priestesses were not behind the scenes, they were the scene. A very public pubic scene in a carefully prepared ceremony. Probably at a very key time and place. Maybe a bit like Madonna on stage in modern times. The females were aroused into a trance state, an addictive “high”, to open up the chakras and reach orgasm, then the resulting POTion collected in a pot by the assistants (ANTS, I would say female sister ants), shall we call them Bee Keepers ?

Bee Keepers neatly matches Book Keepers, the attendants of King Cunt and his a counting accountants (ANTS), whilst the Queen Cunt is being Quinced.

You can see the similarity to making jams or jellies. The fruit mixture is brought to the boil by heating, softening the fruits like chakra, arousing the mix in the cauldron, stirring in circles, bubbling and steaming vigourously, releasing aromas, until setting point is reached, (climax, or climate change perhaps as it all heats up), then very quickly the jelly must be potted before it sets. Then all done, anticlimax, and we clean up all the sticky mess. Jam making is women’s work, and the Women’s Institute of England do a very good job of it.

Cleopatra comes to mind. A high priestess of Egypt. Cleo is another word for Clio or Clito, the Clitoris. Patra is Petra or Peter, the Rock. I suspect that stimulating the High Priestess would have some simlarities to modern day pop concerts and other ceremonial occasions, with chanting, music, dance, aromas, warm up acts, a crowd of expectant fans watching the show. And behind the scenes, a load of men making money. How to stimulate the High Priestess. I do not think anyone is going to penetrate the High Priestess. I do not think any penis is necessary nor desirable. This is virgin fluid.

Cleopatra is known for her sssssnakes and her milk and honey. England is the land or gland of milk and honey, and the quintessentially English Queen took the Pope, her master, some honey on her last visit, harvested from the Palace Bees. The milk is from the breast, the mammary glands or M-Gland perhaps, the honey is from the Skenes or N-Gland.

I instinctively do not like this High Priestess stuff. It smacks of modern day High Church and Catholic Mass and Vatican type rituals. (A CATHeter is something stuck up the urethra to collect fluid, and maybe a catheter was used in ancient times). The High Priestesses seem to be very much slaves and farmed animals, glamorous though they appear, as are modern day celebs, their power is harnessed to control populations. They look powerful, they are powerful, that is the magnetism, but they have handlers and their life is not their own, they get on a trance like “high” through the attention and approval of others.

There are two ways for the World Rulers to control populations, you can control the behaviour, and you can control the breeding. High Priestesses and their Qunts are ESSENTIAL for both.

It seems to me that the potion was harvested for creating more priestesses. I don’t think there is much in semen that is essential, but there must be something that kick starts the program, something that binds the egg to the womb and STARTs it up. Something sticky, like jam or jelly. And I think that the female fluid contains the same power. The same potential, the potted power. It is potent stuff.

Down one and then up the other. Or down one and up the same female to self fertilise and produce an identical DNA twin, or maybe five. Quin Qwin Twin. Just like bees take pollen from one plant to another. even from one part of a plant to another part of the same plant. I do not think it would be difficult to squirt some snakey fluid into the womb, without any need for inserting a solid instrument. Or even better, maybe use a carefully positioned ESSENTIAL oil burner so that only the quintessential gases rise up the Qunt.

King Cnut is from the Jelling dynasty, DyNAsty looking a little DNA like to me, as is the cuntry DANmark. Quince jelly, Cnuts Jelling, same old stuff everywhere you look. King Cnut’s job is to jell the DNA into the females, and keep count.

To wet yourself takes on new meaning. Harvest festival takes on new meaning, when you donate your Quince to the Church.

The ancient practise of parthenogenesis reminds me of the Mary bloodline, a single parthenogenesis line, with no male intervention. Does it continue somewhere to this day ? The Mary line is in defiance of what we are told to do. The Mary line is “contrary”, like the children’s nursery rhyme “Mary Mary Quite Quntrary”.

Modern day liberated women can choose the gender of their baby. It reminds me of the High Priestesses and the guaranteed girl. Modern woman goes to the clinic (church) to get some male sperm, which a man has collected in a pot for them in a clinical cubicle ceremony. If they want a girl they get given filtered female sperm, what a big con is that, female sperm from a man ! Nowadays the male seed is said to determine the gender. Somewhere along the line, we have been re-educated to believe that a man is the source of baby girls.

Sooner or later, when choosing the gender of your baby becomes the norm, the sex discrimination laws will catch up with us, and you will be told to have equal numbers of each sex. One boy, one girl, perfect equal family. And then one day, the clinic will run out of female sperm, and there will be no more girls.

There is so so much more on this quincey qunty subject, but I will stop for now.

The most interesting revelation for me is final proof (to me) that women are able to reproduce without a male. I am not sure where that takes us, but it surely threatens the age old essential trade deal of exchanging seed for womb.

(See also earlier related posts: Queen Bee, King Cnut, The Queen and The Pope, Queen’s Debt, I Want One, Ab Use of Sex, Papal Bull, U R What You Eat, Royal Olympic Fertility Ritual, Jesus the Jewess, Family Farming, Cervical Sex, Just A Little Prick, The Mary Line, Long To Rain Over Us, Match Made In Heaven, Glastonbury Breast, probably others… )

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Papal Bully

A Papal Bull is a paper document issued by the Pope. Papal Bulls instruct the world’s population what to do. You don’t have to be Catholic to be caught up in this. Catholicism is merely a branded branch of Rome. The Bulls filter down the world hierarchy to all state registered people, through branch organisations and franchises (Frankish) such as The Monarchy.

Papal Authority…
The document takes its name from the LEAD seal attached to it, known as the Papal Bulla. (plural is “bullae”). The lead seal is a coin shape with a unique imprint specific to the current Pope, maybe his head. This confirms that the document is authorised and authored by the authority of the Pope and, therefore God. And you can’t argue with God, can you ? He is the ultimate authority.

Dick Dock…
This is another form of time-keeping. The papal e-dict dicctates what we all do, though by the time the instructions reach you, you will not notice any trace of Catholicism in them, they will be converted to your own language, whether it be text speak, English, pop music, the daily newspaper, etc etc. It’s a dictatorial e-dick, a-doc, docked, indoctrinating, doctoring. The edict is written in the past as instructions for the future, by the time we get it, we are in the future following instructions from the past. It lays out the timeline before us and behind us in a neat one-way easy-to-follow line.

Prize Dick…
Talking of dicks, bulls are best known for their insemination activities, it is what they are bred for. They bulldoze and bully their way in, prising open the recipient body… the biggest bullying of all is surely to force a prize dick into another’s inner space.

The old name of Lead is “Plumbum”, or plumb, hence the chemical symbol of “Pb”, and I can now conclusively link this to plums because a wild plum is “bullace”, Ace Bull, black Ace Bull maybe Ace of CLUBs. Modern day plumbing is so called because of the lead piping involved. Papal Bully is also PB. But back to the Roman Catholics for now…

I began this post when I discovered that a bulla is given to all Roman baby boys at just 9 days of age. It seems like some sort of trophy. So that got me digging….

…and I found that at just 8 days of age, baby boys are circumcised. Is there no end to the cruelty of the system that we live in ?

Prize Bulla…
So it seems that a bulla is a PRIZE, a reward, maybe an award ceremony (look at the shape of those Oscars) . The Roman boy wears the bulla as a necklace round his neck, an amulet, a small version of a millstone really. Apparently it wards off evil spirits, but I would say it is like having a membership card, it proves you have joined the club, and it will make sure you get the rewards of the club, and stop you getting another form of bullying or ostracision that is applied to people who are not paid up members. The bulla is a stamp of authority, a branding, to prove the boy has been dicked off, dictated, docked, doctored, indoctrinated. Well done, congratulations ! Celebrations ! A new born baby sacrificed and entered into the world of men, Oh what a good boy am I.

Rites of Passage
Methinks there is more to come with the rites of passage of baby boys, and that all this is still firmly embedded in the foundations of our society today. Our world is built upon the foundations of the Roman world. There is no escape from this fact and we are all partaking in it and of it. Obviously the next rite of passage for boys is to enter a Prize Bull into the baby boy’s back passage. Plumb his Bum. Enter Prize Draw, Enter, prize open, draw blood, so enterprising.

The Bull is easily lead, or led, via a ring through his nose, and the bulla similarly has a ring or hole to attach it to the charming necklace of charms around the boy’s neck. At some point in time, the baby boy will be initiated by rape, either by an instrument, or by a brother from the brotherhood, a Big Brother probably, probably one too big a size for the little baby boy. The baby boy will then get another prize for what he has achieved in this initiation. Soon he will get hooked by a world that leads him along via charming prizes, rewards and awards, and above all… approval.

History Repeats…
You can see the similarity with modern day paedophilia, with the bribing and rewards that are used to groom and train the victims. Schools operate in similar ways. It may not be happening in your home, but it happens all around us. It happens in the corridors of power, it happens to the baby boys that go on to be world leaders and dictators. They don’t need it to be going on in every household, because in time, it becomes so ingrained into our collective psyche and culture that we no longer need the prizegiving and rewards and the re-enactments every generation, it’s just in the atmosphere, in the psyche, and we all know it is there, and yet we carry on being Roman. It’s PALPABLE, a word from the Latin palpabilis “that maybe touched or felt”. Papal Bulls are Palpable, felt in the atmosphere.

Raging Bull…
A bull is known for its rage, the rage helps the bull to unleash its anger in penetrating and invading. And if all this invasion and accompanying approving prizegiving had happened to you by the age of just 9 days, you would be building (BULLding) up such an internal rage, that simply a red rag would set you off….

Red Rag to a Bull…
A red rag is a blood soaked one, and what is the betting that the baby boy is shown the red rag that soaks up the blood from his circumcision ? Good little boy, well done, you have pleased the adults, you must be proud of yourself ! So that forever more, a red rag will provoke his pent up rage, like a mind control trigger. And the red rag will lead him to charge and re-enact the damage that was done to him, to take out his revenge on the genitals and internal space of another.

The lead bulla seal is like a modern day coin. I would say that before we had money as we now know it, currency came in the form of Papal Bulls. A bit of paper from the Pope had a value, for example allowing people to pass through territory unharmed and claim free lodging and food, or allowing people to tell others what to do (because The Pope says so), which is a form of bullying, etc etc, …in the same way that money now does the same trick. So eventually the papal bully seals became of authoritarian value in their own right, without an attached document. Though it’s not just any bit of metal, it must be a genuine one with the right stamp of approval on it. Romans love coins of course.

Hahah, So now there is no need for paper documents, just a coin will do the trick to exercise authority over the population. The Vatican started printing and controlling coins. Though you don’t “print” on metal, you mint. And obviously they had to be careful not to make too many coins, because that might devalue it (sound familiar ?). To make coins, you need an instrument or tool that will mint imprint, prints, princely and charmingly, the charm pattern onto the metal…, and I can’t seem to find one on the internet, but there must be one, so I will guess what it might be. I think it will be like the modern day office ink stamp, or maybe a red hot poker with a flat round end on it, or maybe a fat medical syringe. (Please see Just A Little Prick).

Just a Big Prick…
Whatever it is, the end will be flat coin size with the inverse pattern of the desired coin print. It is a blunt instrument, mansize for the manhole, let’s say the diameter of an old style British penny piece. And you can see that pennies and penis are much the same. The little boys are trained with coin minting instruments. And then we launder the deeds by using the money.

Join the Club…
In fact we carry money around with us every day like little charms or amulets to ward off evil, sometimes known as Keeping The Wolf From The Door, because you “need” money for food and rent and safe passage through foreign lands. We are in the club, the Club of Rome, because we use money. It’s an ace club isn’t it ?

Bulls are known for stamping and stampeding. And stamps are printed like coins are minted. Stamps are SQUARE, more Roman really. Stamps are stuck stickily on letters just like the papal bulla is attached to a papal document. Oh what fun, now we can all act like the Pope and send out sealed authoritarian letters. But there is one difference, we use the stamp of authority of the Queen (or whatever your country authority is), you can’t just print your own like the Queen does. You lick the stamp to stick it on, maybe like slaves licking saliva-ly the feet of the Pope, another sort of money laundering service.

The Penny Black…
…is the first stamp. It cost one penny coin. The first post was in the watery Roman city of Bath, started by Ralph Allen (RA, oh what a good boy was he, building all these fine things). So you can see that really stamps are another form of currency, a currency that overrides water currents. The currency of ultimate authority that is from God via the Pope, the Queen etc etc. Stamping is very much like printing and minting, a pressing in, impressing, empressing imperial authority. And we all join in.

The Queen’s Head…
The Queen’s Head appears on three important authoritative control devices. Money, stamps and alcohol. Many British pubs are called The Queen’s Head. Don’t blame the Queen, she is just a puppet figurehead… “Off With Her Head !”. See what I mean, you always see the chopped off head.

Frankish machines…
Sometimes corporations that have lots of letters to post will “frank” their letters with an ink stamping machine, and this is YET ANOTHER REMINDER that the Pope France-Is and the Frankish Knights are very closely related. Franc is a French coin. “Frank” means honest, and that is why everyone trusts the authority of the Pope and the Papal Bull and money and stamps. It means you are authorised. You wear the amulet and the charm that wards off the evil, you belong to the Club. We have been LED to place our trust in these things.

Just a Little Brick…
Building, or BULLding, is a Roman activity. It happens with authority, the builders have signed and sealed papers to justify their activities. By the time the builders leave an area, you feel that you have been bullied, invaded and redesigned. Many would say their town has been “ruined” by building programs. Romans ruin things don’t they ? Hence Roman ruins. Building is ERECTING. Erecting ever taller towers. And can you see RECTor and RECTum in e-RECT? Little boys are being wrecked as I write. Plumbing is an essential part of Roman cities, controlling and ruling the water supply, charging for it, giving access to only those who are in the Club. Bullding is Bullying. (Please see Bob The Builder).

Plum Bob…
The plum bob or plum line is used in building to determine a vertical line. Plum Bob is a piece of lead on the end of a string, somewhat similar to the charming lead bulla worn around a successful boy’s neck. Lead is very weighty, heavy, like water, pulled down to the depths, plummeting.

Lead Poisoning…
Plumbing is traditionally done with lead, but no longer, because lead is poisonous. Many people died or got sick from lead poisoning in water pipes. Lead is impermeable to water but it also leaches into water and contaminates it. The lead contaminating water reminds us of the history of the lead bully in our society. The contamination of innocent babies by The Brotherhood, the cruelty that is inflicted by the Roman way of life. And perhaps there is a matching story that is to do with our disrespect for water, and our Roman desire to control it.

DNA design…
Design is de sign, signed off by The Pope. God’s design of course, can’t argue with that, can you ? By the time the little boy reaches manhood, he knows what to do. And he knows what to do to be a Good Godly sort of man, how to be Prince Charming, how to print charms, how to achieve, and win prizes and make money. The grown man stamps his signature and his seal on the female egg by entering his prize dick into the womb, and imprinting his prize DNA on the egg. Can you see there is a minting and printing going on in the wombhole that matches the sealing of the papal bull document ? Can you see what the Papal Bully is really for ? It is to carry out God’s will, God’s design, His plan that the Brotherhood rule over us. The erection of man (Homo erectus, Homo Sa-penis) is just another horny thorny branch of the corporate Roman Empire.

Denari DNA Design.
British coinage was Roman, until 1971, not that long ago. The British Penny (Penis) was labelled “d” for denari. The penis is designed as a printing tool, ABOVE ALL ELSE. The male function, malfunction, is to print and mint the DNA and to release it into circulation. Old British pennies are printed with Britannia, ruler of water, she carries a spear, or is it spearmint ? spermint? British pennies are made from copper, symbol Cu, and you can see the word “copulate” is quite similar. (see post Popule Copule). When plumbers stopped using lead pipes, we got copper pipes instead, and now plumbing is copper. Plum bums and copulate. Talking of stopping, plumbers use stopCOCKs to switch off the flow, and control the circulation.

DNA is inseminated, inserted, asserted, with authority. The authority of the Pope, can’t argue with that can you ? Papal Bulls are inseminating disseminating paper instructions for the mind. Building uses cement sement to stick bricks together. The penis uses semen-t to stick the DNA design permanently to the egg.

It’s a Boy!…
Bulls Eye ! Bullae ! And so we need a prize, and the prize is BLUE, blue for boys, can you see that BULL and BLU are very similar ?

Oh What A Good Boy Am I…
The cute little nursery rhyme for kids goes like this…
“Little Jack Horner
Sat In A Corner
Eating Plum Pudding and Pie
He put in his thumb
and pulled out a Plum
And said What a Good Boy Am I”

Annoyingly, I know the rhyme so well I did not have to look it up. Jack is the horny one who jacks off, e-jack. Like the Horny Bull. A corner in French is a “Coin”. Corners are where the spiders build their world wide web. A Jack is a prince, or a youth. PIE is the Paedophile Information Exchange. Part of the Great British Pie. Jack the Lad, Jack the Lead Plumbum.

8 and 9…
Back to the beginning, why choose the ceremony at Day 8, and the award reward at Day 9 ? For some years, I have been noticing the uncanny merging of numbers 8 and 9 together and recording examples. Here are two: “Bath Deep Lock” on the watery carnal canal (a master feat of plumbing really) is labelled “8/9.”, even the sign looks like a round metal bulla coin. Is it a Bull Lock, bullock, a baby boy bull. There is also “Bulls Lock” which is lock number 88 (a number linked to Solomon and the Moon). There is only one double numbered motorway junction in Britain, number 8/9 on the M4 (London to Bath motorway, of course, running parallel to the A4 paper road), it is called the Maidenhead junction. Up The Junction means being pregnant, being impregnated. 8 is the number of the spiders web. God built His World in 7 days, and then on the 8th day, he circumcised it….

Lead Stories…
These are the stories that newspapers have as their main story. You can see how important lead is in our Roman world. And how it leads us. Here are some lead facts that I have picked up along the way, which are far too many to expand upon in this post….

BULLets are made of lead. Guns are COCKed ready to fire. Guns are held in a slung holster at the hip. Lead is in ink for printing. Petrol is now unLEADed. Paperweights are made of LEAD crystal, Christal. Cock and Bull stories are BULLshit. Coins are cons. Plumbing is a “mod con”. The latest mod con is LED lights, a new sort of poison. Batteries contain LEAD acid, more solar power please. Gold is stored as BULLion. Lead is malleable soft grey matter, like the grey matter of the mind to be papally imprinted. The crystal structure of lead is a CUBE, Roman room shape, no wonder it is poisonous. Corners create sides. So do coins become coinsides LEAD mining peaked in Roman times. Stamps are “mint” if they are virgin, unused. LEAD flashing is used to waterproof roofs, LED lights flash, a man who exposes his penis is a “flasher” who will be arrested by a “copper”. A wild plum has a bluish tinge (BLU BULL), often with a white powdery look over the skin. The colour of mined lead is bluish white that tarnishes to dull grey when exposed to air. A damson is a relative of the bullace plum, ADAM SON. This post is probably going down like a lead balloon. Gay men advertise their plum bum by walking a certain way, called “mincing”, or is it mints ? Buy Bullying, Bible (see comments in previous post). And the coincidences go on and on, all leading back to the Papal Bully.

I have not got the inclination to read any Papal Bulls, but I bet my last copper coin that they read like a set of instructions for the world. To lead us into slavery, war and paedophila, without us even realising where we are, or where we are being led, or even that we are lead. It’s heavy stuff isn’t it ? Bullying starts at The Vatican, and it continues because we follow its lead.

(See also earlier posts: His Seminal Works, Holy See Over Bath, X Marks the Spot, Royal Male, Cracking The Egg Code, Scrambled Eggs, His Seminal Works, I Want One, Bits of Paper, Papal Bank, The Queen and The Pope, Bob The Builder, Popule Copule, Romans Remain, other Roman and pope posts, Custom of Excision, Inheritance of Paedophilia, Centre for Missing and Exploited Children, Family Farming, Just a little Prick,Time Lord, Time and Place, The Rise of VAT, Mother Moon Time, Pleading Guilty, War Tory Party, many posts on Bath including ominously titled Borehole ones.)

See also the post on toolonginthisplace blog called “Rock Around The Cock”, which curiously came out after I started writing this one.

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Bits of Paper

My life is ruled over by bits of paper. I look at the new three inch square bit of paper fixed to my window which is my boat license… it’s a very expensive bit of paper, it cost me over £700 for that tiny bit of paper, not even A4 size, what a rip off ! Then I realise that the £700 was actually another bit of paper, a slightly larger one, the size of a cheque. I swapped one bit of paper for another bit of paper. To get the license I also had to provide evidence of other bits of paper, the insurance bit of paper, and the boat safety bit of paper.

Though they didn’t even send me the bit of paper this time, I just got an email and had to print it off myself. I suppose they thought they were saving paper. Paper must be saved !

I expect your life is much the same. It is a bit of paper merry go round. We all just push paper round and round, lots of paper, reams of paper.

It is not the bits of paper that matter so much as the black squiggles printed on them. Egyptian hieroglyphics really. The squiggles tell you exactly what you are and are not allowed to do, and exactly who has authorised it. Providing we are all well trained in literacy of course.

Time and Date…
Here comes the Time Lord again ! Nearly all these bits of paper in my life have a time and date stamp on them, so methinks that the Time Lord is the ultimate RULER, above The Pope. Anyone who works with paper needs a ruler, that is what we are taught at school. How can you rule straight lines without a ruler ?

Reams and Realms…
A modern REAM of paper is 500 sheets, it used to be 480 sheets, but we no longer have Imperial Emperorial measures, it is all neat multiples of ten these days. A REALM is the ruling Monarchy or Papacy that we live under. We are underlivings, underlings, underlined and overruled by Paper. At the top of the paper tree is the papal Pope.

Paper Sea…
We are swimming in bits of paper, or are we drowning in it ? Papacy rules the world. The Pope is the “Holy See”, see what I mean ?

Pulp It…
Paper is made from wood or cloth pulp, bits with water added and mixed up. It’s a sea of paper really, then it is framed and dried out to make the paper sheets. The Pope and the Vicar and any other pontificating person, like a headteacher, will speak their paper bulls from the “pulpit”. They usually read from bits of paper. Obviously the Paper Ruler will need a pulp pit to make his paper.

Paper Bulls…
Papal bulls are written on paper. They are instructions from the Paper Ruler on what we should do. Papal pontifications. They were once written on skin called “vellum”, which seems like the word “veal”, because it was made from calves, probably bleached calves to make the paper whiter. Well not just calves, “any mammal”, including human children. You can see how the word “calve” comes about, To carve up the calves. Who’s going to carve today ? So the first paper was skin, and then paper was made from cloth, and nowadays it is made from trees, which are killed and carved up for paper.

Roman Realm…
Romulus defeated Reamus and founded Rome, which is today centred in The Vatican. Perhaps Reamus got turned into the very first Papal Bull, perhaps Reamus was carved up into 480 sheets of papery skin, skinned to make paper. (Please see Romans Remain). The Romans love straight lines and squares and whiteness, and you can see these things manifesting in paper. Square white lined paper.

White Sheets…
Is it cloth or is it paper ? All posh bed sheets seem to be white, Roman style, and people at Roman toga parties use white sheets to dress themselves up. The poshest sheets are made of linen, which looks like LINE to me. The most important white sheet is the sheet of the marital bed, which is a SQUARE bed (or even a cube if it is a sexy four poster). The white sheet shows up the blood spilled by the marital night act of war. The groom traditionally displays the blood stained white sheet the morning after, as evidence of his achievement at taking the virginity of his bride by pricking her, just a little prick won’t hurt, what a night, what a Knight. And these white sheets are made of cloth, like earlier forms of paper, …or flags. The St George flag, The Knights Templar flag is exactly this trophy of victory. Hospitals and hotels boast white sheets too.

White as a sheet…
Or is it skin ? White as a sheet means your skin goes white, drained of blood, it means you are frightened or scared, or is it sacred ? Sacred papal bulls are scary. Someone is reigning terror over you. Teachers used to hit kids with their ruler, probably some still do. Teachers are mini versions of pontificating popes, lower down the paper tree, ruling by paper authority. Training starts young. Teachers train to get certificates (bits of paper) which gives them a permit to teach the subject of paper to kids.

Licenses and Permits…
My paper boat license is useful because it gives me exemption from persecution. I used to think it helped pay towards essential waterways maintenance, but I have since learnt otherwise. I buy my license to give me a few months free from nazi style harrassment. It is a very effective device, the rulers make up random rules, then you have to pay a fine if you break a rule. Or you can be a goody goody law abiding citizen and buy a permit to break the rules in advance. The rules only apply to people who have not bought the permit to break them. So they are not really rules that matter are they ? They just create different classes of people. Permitted people, and not permitted people. Good people and bad people.

Then there is the bit of paper bus ticket and the TRAIN and the plane ticket, all dated and time stamped. I am not allowed on the bus even though it has space unless I have a ticket. No ticket means persecution, imprisonment. So many crimes are simply crimes of paper. To get a bus ticket bit of paper, I need a money bit of paper. Aaagh, am I going round in circles ?

To get a plane ticket bit of paper, you also need another bit of paper called a passport. To get a passport, you need a birth certificate. You can’t move about without bits of paper, oh no. Ilegal immigrants are criminals because they don’t have the right bits of paper. Immigration is allowed for some isn’t it, so it can’t be a problem to the authorities, it is not a crime. You just need the right bits of paper to make you a permitted immigrant, an immigrant with a permit to be here.

Birth Certificates…
You can see the incentive to register the birth of a child. How on earth is a child to survive the world of paper rule without that initial initiation bit of paper ? One bit of paper leads to another, and the birth bit is the beginning of your paper life. It is date stamped.

School training…
What do you most associate schools with ? Pens and paper ! We are all TRAINed into this paper way of life from very young. Exercise books, text books, endless paper. And because that is all most people can do when they emerge from 14 years intensive paper training, we now have over a third of the UK workforce working in offices. Though to get a job in an office, you probably need a bit of paper called a school certificate that proves how good you are with paper. (Please see Good Offers)

Compliant Compaint…
Yes I have fallen for it too. If you don’t like it, then write and complain on a bit of paper. Every good company has a complaints department. But can you see, that just complies with the bit of paper system we are all penned in by ? Complain and comply are taught in schools too. A complaint also means an illness or disorder, and we are all being made sick (sic) by this paper system. com-plain plain paper, com-ply, paper ply.

Posters and leaflets…
Having worked in schools, I can report that much of school lesson time, any subject, is spent making posters or leaflets. I am beginning to think it is part of the teacher training program. More pointless bits of paper. And so the kids leave school and get jobs making posters and leaflets as they are trained to do.

We live in a bureau-cracy. Demo-cracy is just the polite political front facade. Bureau means office, and office means bits of paper.

Bits of Bytes
Nowadays, we are told, we are going Paperless, Papaless, a female Pope on the way. A female Pope that bites bits out of apples and drinks cider. We are replacing bits of paper with bits of bytes. It’s great isn’t it, you can store far far far more bits in byte form than you ever could on paper. The volume of bits has escalated with the world of computers. 32 bits in every byte, just like a mouthful of teeth. And we have gigabytes at our fingertips. Infinite bits all day every day. A Papal Dream come true.

Profit in The Margins…
The profit is always in the margins. The gap in the margins. Ruled paper usually has margins specially for this purpose. The margin is where the teacher marks up your work and gives you marks out of ten. Ten ? Why Ten ? The margin is the profit made from marking up the price for market. Mark it and profit. The profit is made from prophets, the paper prophets that date and time stamp everything and create the time lag. Aren’t all good prophecies written on paper ?

Text can be right justified like the Conservative party, or left justified like the Labour Party, which is plainly wrong because it is not right. Or centre justified. Or perhaps most common of all, self justification… I have to constantly justify my existence by showing my bit of paper license all day every day. Justification is evidence, evidence is legal, and maybe the biggest paperwork system of all is…

The Justice System…
And here we have the Jews and the Jewry, and the Justice of The Piece of paper. The letter of the law overrules. The Judge cries OVERRULED. Every word everyone says in Court is penned onto bits of paper.

…otherwise known as Accountancy, is another big paper game, this time with numbers instead of words. You still need rulers and margins though. Accountants like spreadsheets, they are a sort of grid style chart of numbers, with Row-man style Rows and Columns, like a times table or TRAIN timetable. Squares as well as lines. It is all so straight and Roman and gridlocked, isn’t it ?

…are always present in prisons and schools and cities, and you can see the word Libra, meaning “free”. Haha. “Freely available” like cheese in a mousetrap. Unfortunately that is the same word as “Libra” meaning a pound of old English money, (only abolished in 1971), it is the same money system as the Romans had, L.s.d, Libra, Solidus, Dinari. It is why a pound weight of flour is still abbreviated to “lb”. And why the British pound sign “£” looks like a fancy capitol L. A “pound” is a place where people or animals or cars get impounded or prisoned by the police. It is a bit like pend, pend in, or “penned”. And a penny is money too, like a pen. So you can see that “Libra” means prison, penned in, pounded. Impounded by paper.

Penned in…
Or is it pending ? Offices have in-trays, like your email inbox. And they have pending trays, places to put all the bits of paper. The pending tray is the waiting paper. Waiting is heavy, like weighting. Strange for something so seemingly lightweight, heavy heavy bits of paper, weighting us down as we wait for them all to be processed. Pending, penned in by pen and paper, reams and reams of bits of paper. Before pending trays, they probably used paper weights for all the waiting paper.

Water marks…
Paper often has water marks to identify its source and quality. It has surprised me how much water has flowed into this post about paper. Paper is made using water, lots of water, traditionally at mills on the river bank. A mill race is created to power the wheel. It’s a race, this paper thing, isn’t it, controlled by the miller. The miller is a ruler too, a sort of branch office of the Queen and The Pope. He controls the water and the wheel.

Paper is known as parchment… meaning parch mind. The water is dried out of the paper, and the final paper product is dry, like a laundered white sheet. (Please see Washing Machine). It seems that our minds are being parched by the paper system, and that is maybe why too much paper work causes headaches, and why drinking water helps prevent them.

I get absorbed by bits of paper and bits of bytes, do you ? Maybe it is because I am so watery. Humans are made of mostly water, and it feels like they are soaking us all up with their paper system, dehydrating us, absorbing us into the papal world.

Millionaire Miller…
Water is currency. Paper is currency. Methinks our water is being controlled by paper. Methinks they are stopping the water flow, the river of life, diverting it into a profit making mill race, to make millions and millionaires, those clever people that are so admired in our Paper World because they have made many millions of bits of paper by controlling the flow of water.

We are ruled over by A4, for some reason the chosen paper size. The A4 road is the London to Bath road. It leads West out of London and is known as The Great Western Road. The Great Western Way is the paper way, administering paper, Western Admin, Parliamentary administration, church ministries, Catholic Ministries, ministering to the world through bits of paper and West-minster. The A4 Road (based on a straight line Roman Road of course), starts at the City of London, where all the money and legal system reside. It goes down Fleet Street, the street of bits of newspaper. It passes our ruler of the realm at Buckingham Palace. It ends up in Bath, the city of water, and the provincial town of the British elite, or is it elitter ?

Litter Race…
There is so much litter around, bits of paper everywhere, littering up our world. PUT YOUR LITTER IN THE BIN… we are told, probably by signs written on bits of paper.

In computer literacy, “bin” is the short word for “binary”. See how we have converted our bits of paper litter literacy to binary bit literacy on the computer. Literacy is now in binary form. Are you computer literate ? Now our new form of litter is electronic gadgets. Bits of them everywhere.

The Chinese…
Paper is said to originate in ancient China. The same place that had rulers called EMPERORS. Surely not. Everywhere that has Emperors is part of the ruling paper way, Chinese, Romans, British. You can bet your last bit of paper that the Vatican and Britain and China are all on the same paper team, the one that wants to rule straight lines over us, and probably through us too… Who cares if people get in the way, they are only bits of paper…

Crossing Out…
Some people just need crossing out, don’t they? … jesus for example. Gypsies, Jews, people who don’t have permits.

Daily Paper…
I sometimes can’t believe anyone still buys them, but I witnessed it happening only this morning, someone handing over a Queen stamped bit of paper for a daily deily deity. The paper God, the God of paper. A daily dose, once you have left school, keep up the paper trail.

Have I mentioned trains? Paper timetables and paper tickets all with date and time stamps. Posters and leaflets all over the stations. Train stations are on the Monopoly Board. “Stationary” means to stay put in one place. Don’t Move. Stay-tion. “Stationery” (a good one for failing your casting Spells test at school), means paper. If you are well educated, you can scoff at people who can’t tell the difference between stationery and stationary. I say they are the same. I say that the paper stationery system is designed to make us stay stationary, and make it very difficult for us to move. Other than movement by pre-booking and controlled timetables and authorised bits of paper and money, which gives the illusion of freedom… “Libra”. Freedom for those with permits and the right paperwork, you can see the incentive to work harder at school can’t you ? Paper success means paper freedom. I’ve worked hard for my “freedom”, have you ?

The Roman Empire built straight roads. The British Empire (same thing, new name) gave the world straight rails… TRAINS. Training. Education. When trains were introduced, standard time had to be introduced, to fit round the timetables. Schools are training grounds and they have timetables and times tables too. Trains run in straight lines, Roman style. Are you on track ? Trains ported Jews to concentration camps. Trans port means a train station. Trans port does not mean moving, it means control, paper control, it means staying still, waiting. Coincidentally, trains are often late (off timetable) in Britain due to leaves on the LINE, the trees strike back.

Water Gypsies…
Back to where I began this post with my boat license. Here on the canals (a paper controlled bit of straight line water), it feels like we are re-enacting the plight of the boating gypsies 200 years ago, when they were suddenly obliterated by, surprise, surprise, trains. And in partially re-enacting the gypsy way, I am discovering why the gypsies needed money. I now live so frugally that the biggest money expense I need in a year is for my bits of paper, the bits of paper that give me permission to exist. Before the gypsies were herded onto canal boats, they lived in gypsy caravans on the land, and in order to move about they needed permission, and in order to stay put they needed permission. You can’t win, can you ? Permits cost money, more bits of paper, and my guess is that the moving about permit was the cheaper and easier one to get, and above all else, it was freedom from being stationary.

Papal Passport…
The history of European gypsies shows me that they were constantly harrassed and persecuted. Then they found a way round it. They said they were “pilgrims” and they got a bit of paper from the Pope to grant them safe passage through a country on a pilgrimage, brilliant ! With that bit of paper, people treated them differently, deferring to the power of the Paper, and the Papal power. My own paper passport reads “allow the bearer to pass freely”, and has the Queen’s personal authority. It’s not free though, I handed over a lot of other bits of paper to get it. The gypsies had gained temporary exemption from persecution, just as my boat license gives me that exemption today. At some point, the Vatican would have charged money for this bit of paper, and you can see the resemblance to a modern day passport. So the gypsies had to earn money to be allowed to exist, and then it becomes difficult to move, because you need to be near your work to earn the money to pay for the “freedom” to move, and so it goes on, the Paper merry go round money go round, pushing and following bits of paper round and round, and getting nowhere but going round in circles, powering the water wheel that is owned by the millionaire miller.

So here I am, writing more bits. A year ago I said I was finishing this blog, but I find that I still have much more paper to process and sort through in an attempt to reduce the bits of paper I am surrounded by. It’s not going to happen overnight. Papal Rome was not built in a day, and it seems it will not be unbuilt in a day either.

I wonder who I really am away from my paper identity, and if I could exist outside the world of paper that I know so well.

(Please see earlier posts: Follow Instructions, Papal Bank, The Pope and The Queen, Romans Remain, New Times Roman, William’s Slave Pen, Cull The Queen, Universe Cities, Dark Satanic Mills, Save The Date, Keep Up To Date, Time Lord, Time and Place, Time Tunnel, Good Offers, Stuff, Rubbish, Why I Need Money, Black and White and Red, Long To Rain Over Us, Polite Politics, Water Tory Party, Electric Fence, Scan Gate, Washing Machine, Mind Control, The Dyslexics are Right, Holy See Over Bath).

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Mind Control

Mind control is not limited to a few extreme cases in the MK Ultra program that trains slaves for government purposes. I am going to “suggest” that we are all mind controlled robots already.

Now you are already thinking something different just from reading those two lines of black squiggles. You scanned in the symbols like a computer, and it is mind altering. The word “suggest” is used in hypnosis. Suggest means to push an idea into someone’s mind.

Words and ideas are mind altering substances, like drugs, and they are pushed by drug dealers like me. You can get hooked can’t you ? And then you want more and more of it.

It’s mind fuck. I use the word “fuck” because I am coming to think of it that way, it’s invasive, it is a deliberate rape of the mind, and it starts young. Unfortunately, mind fuck is an acceptable form of child abuse, so acceptable that it is even admired and encouraged by the Parenting Program. Body fuck of children is still unacceptable, but it won’t be long. Look what we already have happening around us and participate in… Once upon a time people must have been outraged by mind fuck of little kids, but now we send them off to nursery and school and sit them in front of books and computers, and we marvel at how educated they are.

Mind fuck screws up their little developing minds that are far too small to take it all in. The kids scream out silently in pain but are not heard, they have food and dummies stuffed in their mouths to stop the screaming.

The world is heading towards one big mind takeover. The internet is the global mind, and we are all in it, participating in its construction, being part of the new mind. Well you must be if you are reading this.

There are two globes in the body, the womb (that I have written much about) and the brain. They are both cavities which are entered by force. Global takeover is achieved by takeover of our individual globes.

People love to say it is “all in the mind”, when they are referring to problems. I think the mind is the problem because it overrides our nature (body and spirit) and tells us to act against ourself and our kindred spirits.

I am going to blame the pineal gland. This is the implanted chip. Though you don’t have to have an actual implant to get the chip. Plants can be genetically altered just by changing their environment, and so can we. I’m a plant, implant. For example, blood group can be altered by eating more or less meat. I think minds can be altered by living in the mind environment.

If we live in a mind environment, we start to become a mind. In the same way that if you are surrounded by certain people you start to become like them. You wear certain clothes, like a uniform, you start to become what you wear. The more we live in a mind sort of world, the more we become a mind, and the less we become body (female) and spirit (male).

If you live in books or films or internet, any mind invasive media, then you are living in the mind. You are mental. Mentally institutionalised. If our world is going mad, then it is because we are in the mind.

In today’s modern world, almost everyone is routinely mind fucked, and huge numbers are going onto University for further treatment programs. They end up as corporate and government remote controlled robots. Mind fucked adults simply pass it on down the line, meaning well, like a sort of inheritance. (Please see The Inheritance of Paedophilia)

“Mindfulness” is becoming a fashionable new age type thing to do. Fullness of mind. Personally, I wish I could empty out my mind, it is overly full and has been all my life. It dominates my life and takes me over. It won’t stop talking torquing, it makes an annoying noise annoys, and sometimes stops me sleeping too.

I probably have a high IQ though I have never measured it. IQ seems like a measure of how many upgrades of microchip you have had implanted. Intelligence Quotient is the number of intel chips inside. I feel like I have had way too many. My well-meaning parents were great believers in education, edit-u-cation, and I was mind fucked regularly from an early age. I was trained to be controlled. My mother followed the manual of the time, a child training book written be a man called DR SPOCK. The Spock Doctrine. A mind instruction. (Apparently at one point, sales were second only to The Bible). And I remember being rewarded with love and praise for my mental abilities.

A strange name, SPOCK, that reminds me of Star Trek (a mind fuck TV program). Or is it Start Rec ? Start the re Creation process ! Start with childcare instructions, it doesn’t matter what the instructions are, as long as mothers learn to follow instructions through their mind.

“To boldly go where no man has gone before” is the mission statement of Star Trek

Well that sounds like rape of a virgin to me.

And child mind fuck is the rape of virgin minds. Imposed by their own mothers, lovingly.

To create MK Ultra slaves, children can be raped to create trauma. The trauma has the effect of compartmentalising the mind, so that each mind compartment can be separately programmed and controlled according to triggers. Several completely separate personalities, personas, can then exist in one body.

Methinks that child mind fuck can do the same thing. It makes you into a programmable person. easily remotely controlled and manipulated.

A mind controlled robot.

There is so much food available in the Western world that we are all saturated with it, overeating, overdrinking and constantly needing toilets to empty it all out. Saturated levels of food lead to fat and obesity, Hence the popular expression “saturated fat”. (Satur-ated is also like satur-day and satur-n). I think the same is happening with the mind. We are all OVERFED mind food, food for thought, too much stuffed into our big heads like too much stuffed into our bodies. Mind food is addictive too. Soon there will be anorexia and bulimia of the mind. Maybe this blog is actually mind bulimia, and I am throwing up all my excess thoughts because my mind is too stuffed full. I already suffer from mind anorexia, as I have stopped watching any films or You tubes, and I read very little, much to the consternation of friends and family who think I might die of mind starvation if I don’t read and watch more. I will waste away from lack of media, aaagh.

I notice in the alternative media world of alternative mind fuck (which I am part of), there are people declaring a wonderful future of bliss and euphoria (as I have probably done on this blog). Does that sound like drugs ? Mind altering substances ? The brave new world is New Age ( nuage is a French cloud, neu age-nda is neutering us), the New Age is called “spiritual”, it leaves the body behind in a permanent out-of-body experience. Bliss, no more beastly body with all its pains and ugly warts.

Have you noticed how you sort of enter another world when you are on the internet or reading or watching a screen. Enter-tain-ment, enter and hold mind. Enter-Net, inter-net, intern on the net. Is it a bit like a hypnotic trance ? You barely notice your body until you come back into it again, is it a bit like an out-of-body experience ? Bliss.

The new world bliss is abandoning the Earth, so we are no longer Down To Earth (do you like “down to earth” people, I do). And if we are out of body, then we lose the wonder of our five senses. To me, one of the biggest joy of life is the experience that we get from our five senses in nature. It is sensuality, coming to our senses. If our environment around us is beautifully wondrously sensual, instead of mind fuck, then we will thrive like a wild plant.

The new promised “spiritual” age we are “entering” entertainingly is a con. It is just another word for mind. The global mind is the internet that is taking us over, via MK Ultra style mind control for everyone, getting more and more extreme, more and more complete, with larger and larger numbers of remote controlled slaves, many of whom sit at their computers remotely controlling others. Does that sound like a job in a corporation ?

It’s going to be a SPY RITUAL age. It already is.

See what I mean. The internet is one massive Orwellian spy network and we all carry around little mobile spy cameras in our pockets to help out. We also have eyes in our head that relay images back to central control via the microchip. Spying will be the norm, it already is. We give them (“them” is just other mind controlled people like us) the right to spy on us, spy rite, spy rights. And we spy on others. The spynetwork is the spyne, the mind controls the spine of your body, the backbone.

Churches have Spyres. Big Ben has a Spyre. Are these buildings part of the control network ?

Conspiracy world is looking a bit like a con spyre too. By inhabiting conspiracy world, we become conspiracy world. It is all in the mind. Conspiracy world is largely on the internet. Conspiracy world lures you into inhabiting the mind, and becoming mind. Come to think of it, I got my ipad about 5 years ago, when I discovered conspiracy world, and was hungry for more and more of the addictive information.

Spiritual people often “channel” information. They hear voices talking in their heads. I do too. They hear messages from God or another sort of god or alien. The message tells them some information or tells them what to do or say, or tells them to pass on the message. It’s just like a vicar or a teacher or The Pope. It’s just like the internet isn’t it ? It’s just like smart phoney people, except the chip is in their head. It is all programming, remote control. A “channel” is a TV station, and if you are channelling information then you are probably tuned into some subliminal TV station, maybe one that is on a nearby spaceship or the Moon.

A world of total mind control will be like living in a spaceship sharing with all the other mind altered people that have entered the prize draw. It will be like living on the Starship Enter-prize. You can remotely control all the slaves on Earth from your spaceship, and no need to worry about growing any plants to eat, or saving the plant planet. Just press the buttons and some remote controlled person will jump to it. You can be like a God or like Royalty. Bliss.

The Pineal gland is idolised in sculptures in key places like The Vatican. It looks a bit like a pine cone, or a Pineapple, (yet another apple), either way, it is all about PINE. The pine cone is from the Fir tree, a conifer or con-fire perhaps. It is the same tree that is implanted in the HEART of our homes at Christmas time. The Pineal gland is a sort of crystal. Crystals are highly electromagnetic, used to control Earth Energy and therefore us. Crystal means Christal or Christ. Can you see why The Vatican worships Christ ? It is the pineal gland, the third eye, the sixth, sexth sense, the hidden hand, the Cult of the All Seeing Eye. It is implanted in our mind already, and we are making it more programmable by programming ourselves with a saturation of mind environment.

So I would say the entire internet is mind pornography. It gets us excited though, doesn’t it ? And addicted too. The new planet we are saving up for is a net too, a play-net. Bliss.

The Pineal Gland, Pine Gland is so similar to Pi En gland, that I feel the pineal gland of the world is symbolically in England. Maybe at the BBC HQ in London, centre of the world for telescreens, telescreams, and now with a statue of George Orwell outside.

Maybe I am wrong, and things will be bliss (number one priority for spyritualists), and more to the point, maybe paedophilia wars and slavery will suddenly end when we live in the mind. How can there be paedophilia if there is no body, Haha, see it doesn’t really exist, you made it up ! But looking at the internet so far, I see that we just become more detached from the horrors because our mind takes over.

Dogs were microchipped first, and the thing with dogs is that they are highly trainable (mind fuck), and they have a collar and chain round their neck. (slaves).

I will get off this internet thing one day, I hope. it feels like trying to quit alcohol, or some other form of addictive mind altering substance. It is never too late to change though, because time is a trick. As with plants, if we are not continuously “treated” with chemicals and programs and upgrades, then our altered minds will start to revert naturally to their pre-altered state. The programming will start to wear off if our environment changes.

A reminder that The Pope is head of religion, all religion, in the world, including the money God, conspiracy theory, sex cult, science, the new universal god called “universe”, celebrity worship, celibate worship, Romans, Catholics, etc etc. All religions are on the internet. Because they are all in the mind. Religion is “mind fuck”. Mind fuck is the one and only religion in many different forms.

No wonder The Pope has a pineal gland sculpture in his Vatican Garden.

(See also earlier related posts: Matter Under Mind, Eye Shoot, Match Made In Heaven, Tree Fi, Field of Fires, Follow Instructions, Invasion of The Telescreens, Two Lives, Inheritance of Paedophilia, George Engineering, Microchipped Dogs, Hearts are Trumps, Smart Phoney People, Nature’s Free Internet, Universe Cities, Follow Instructions, New Religion, Radio Activity, Paypal Bank, Program Me, lots of Xmas posts such as: Santa or Jesus, Santa and The Snowman)

The Field by Lynne McTaggart. (contains stuff about remote viewing experiments and telepathy and the CIA interest in it ) Dumbing Us Down by John Taylor Gatto. (about the education system).

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Hearts Are Trumps

The man next to me on the bus was on his way to the Hospital. He got out a little card, and at the top I could see “European Pacemaker Patient Identity Card”. (EPPIC). It sounds very Orwellian… And suddenly it dawned on me what was going on….

Heart Head Office…
I pictured a pan-European control centre for pacemakers, where each one could be monitored and regulated remotely by computer. Each person tracked by the emissions from their heart, just as a smartphone is tracked. An international Head Office that controls Hearts. Heads ruling over hearts. Like mind rules over matter. And matter is undermined.

Do you follow your heart ? Or does your mind tell you what to do ?

Heart Attack…
Cupid shoots his arrow through the heart. Attack. They are aiming for our hearts. The target for microchipping the population is the HEART. The heart of the matter. Cupid aims to WIN hearts. “Aime” is French for love, and French is known for being the language of love. AIM for the heart, WIN the heart. It’s a game, a very nasty game where hearts are attacked, and the desire is to win.

Playing Cards…
The EPPIC card is a card identifying hearts. We are playing an epic game of CARDs, and hearts are trumps. The more hearts you have in your hand, the greater your chances of winning, so the powers that be are collecting hearts. Hospitals are a good place to collect hearts, hearts that have been attacked and need some help.

Heart Doctor…
He’s a CARDiologist. It’s all about CARDs. The card war, the card ward, CARDiology is the heart department in hospitals where you get your pacemaker fitted by a card doctor, to doctor your heart. It’s card logic. Cardiology is the logic of pace making the world population with a united centrally controlled heartbeat. It’ll be great won’t it, when we all love each other because we all beat with one united heart.

Corporate Heart Office
Corporations aim to WIN over the hearts and minds of their employees and their customer consumers. Like Cupid. Methinks we already have a microchip in our head, probably the pineal gland. Now they are coming after the heart. The next microchip is going to be in the heart. Corporates need to win over our hearts and minds otherwise they are dead corpses.

Heart Hunting…
In times gone by, hunters would return triumphantly TRUMPly to the King with the fresh heart of an animal they had won, an animal they had killed, probably a Hart, or a deer, a dear heart. They had got to the heart. And hearts are trumps. The best hunter has a handful of hearts, and it will trump anything anyone else has. The best hunter could WIN the heart of the Princess by his impressive handful of hearts.

The EPPIC pacemaker is a cure for a bad heart, makes it beat to the right tune. An “epicure” is a person who likes luxury fine wines and food, gourmet style, maybe gore meat style, maybe govermet style, maybe French style, maybe blood red wine. Satanists eat raw hearts. And church goers follow card suit by drinking the blood of Jesus’ heart as red wine. It seems to me that eating hearts is part of the training to immunise and desensitise people from their empathy and kindred spirits. To become tough, hard hearted, and ruthless truthless. To be out of tune to love. It probably trains you to be a Hunter style person that likes to have handfuls of Hearts. I can still remember a Biology lesson at school when I dissected an animal heart with a sharp knife. Medical students must do a lot of that.

Valentine’s Day…
…is a day when everywhere is adorned with bleeding blood red hearts, especially places offering epicure style gourmet dinner for two with candles. It won’t be long before they are serving raw hearts from the menu, or maybe one heart to “share”. It is called Roman tic. The Roman way, the Roman clock is the Romantic candle, setting us up for Roman times.

The heart is the timekeeper of our body, it regulates the pace, and the peace within. Modern hearts beat far too fast to be peaceful. Peace reigns if the pace is tuned to peace. The heart is sometimes known as the “ticker”. Tick Tock. If your heart stops like a clock, then the grim reaper calls time on you. The pulse of the heart is very similar timing to the clocks, but not quite. As with everything else, the clocks are a fraction out of tune to make everything grate on our nerves like a badly tuned musical instrument.

Heart Attack…
Hearts that are constantly pulled and pushed to work at too fast a pace start to breakdown, or “conk out”. They have been conquered by a greater force. They are under attack from an incompatible external pacemaker called Big Ben. When they breakdown, or slow down, or go too fast, you will be offered a new heart piece called a pacemaker. It will have a new heart pace too. One that fits better with the modern way. More machine like, more engine like, more sex like.

The heart is the engine of the body, the power, the driving force, the life force that pumps fuel around the body. The Satanic powers that be need more hearts to get more power. They are greedy for hearts. The heart is fired up like an engine to begin life, and it conks out at the end of life. Our heart can be tuned like an engine. But unlike the ugly noise of an engine, our heart can play a beautiful musical tune, the tune of love, the tune of peace, the power of love. If only we can hear it.

Selling Hearts…
When we sell our time to make money, we sell our heart, because we are working at someone else’s pace, not the pace of our own heart, not in our own time. How much do you sell your heart for ?

Donating Hearts…
People freely sign up to donate hearts to medical science and to heartless people, after their death when they meet their maker. Before long we will be donating our hearts willingly even whilst we are alive, to the universal united pacemaker. Hearts are given away in marriage, and now hearts are given away to Governments and science.

Heart of Government…
The Singapore government has an online dating agency for lonely hearts, governments are now governing hearts. The government is telling you who to match up with, they encourage sex, and give advice. You can see how they are controlling breeding like a scientific laboratory experiment. It’s eugenics. Do you think it’s not happening near you ? Most people seem to turn on to online dating services to find their perfect match. It will be everywhere soon, worldwide centrally controlled dating. Setting the date, setting the time, setting the pace. And the pace is sex, not love. So much choice, it is like shopping ! Which is what Singapore excels at, a giant shopping mall. When governments have our hearts, they have the greatest power of all.

Smartphones are converging towards microchips. So I think the heart microchip will probably take the form of a small smartphone, and we will all have phoney hearts. They will be lonely hearts too. Because only a true heart that is tuned true can love. A phoney heart is only peaceful when it is switched off, like an engine.

Universal Time…
Smartphones are excellent timekeepers, they even automatically adjust when the clocks go back or forwards, and you need be none the wiser about it. That’s nice, being none the wiser. One less thing to worry about. Maybe it can auto adjust when you change time zones too. Maybe the next smartphone on the market will be an Apple iPip and we can swallow it ? Can you hear the pips when you pick up the phone ? The pips on the phone are from the speaking clock, he is known as Tiny Tim, and he is Big Ben’s little brother. The pips go at one second intervals, tuned to the clock. One sec, one sex, pip, pip, pip…

Apple pips contain cyanide. Cyanide is a poison used to murder people. You can murder someone by taking or breaking or poisoning their heart. That’s what the triumphant Hunter does. Any end game eden game story has to have an apple in it.

Obviously Donald Trump has to come into this post, his name looks like a heart donor, Dona Trump…..

Electronic Hearts…
Trump just won over the hearts of the US voters. Trump loves US, The US loves Trump, it’s official. They are all on the same heartbeat. Trump beat Clinton with his trump card. It must have been a heart. With all those hearts of the people in his hand, I think Trump must be a Hunter type, Satanic, and tuned to Roman clock time.

Electron engineering…
Politicians aim to WIN over hearts and minds. I haven’t been following the US election, and I don’t even know what Trump was standing for, except that he was standing for election, as all politicians do. Or is it Electron ?

Does Trump stand for electronic pacemakers ? Hearts are engines, now they are engineering hearts, new electronic hearts, maybe to go with new electric engines for cars, so Eco, so Green, so efficient.

Making Pace…
If we are all implanted with pacemakers, we can be remotely controlled. And I am pretty sure they won’t be setting the pace to be peaceful. They will set the pace so that we are at war when it suits them, and so that we are all uniformly paced when it suits them. The pace will be set for war and whore, porn and pawn. As with everything else, the actual implant is not necessary for takeover, it is all about symbolism.

Noble Prize…
And so the Nobel Pace Prize goes to Trump, the triumph of modern technology over hearts. Just as the noble Hunter of olden times got his prize. Trump will get US all fitted out with pacemakers. He should by rights win the heart of an electronic princess in marriage as his just reward. (From a comment on the previous post, they are called “fembots”).

Another 911…
The US election results were announced on 911 English date time, 9th November. It was fore cast by The Simpsons movies that Trump would be president, just as the Twin Towers 911 was fore cast. The Twin Towers 911 paved the way for war against the Middle East, War on Terror. The pace of the Middle East had to be converted to Western ways, clock time. Maybe the Middle East represents the heart of the world.

World Peace Making…
Every country is motivated to fit pacemakers because it extends life expectancy, an official measure of the greatness of a country…. how long can you make your slaves last before you have to replace them? It’s what we are all clamouring for, isnt it ? We all want world peace. Who can argue against that ? Let us all have the pace that makes us live longer, no matter if we can no longer love.

Mother and Baby…
Babies hearts are regulated by their Mother’s heart, that is why they feed at the breast near the heart, the same pace, the same heart, that they felt in the womb. It is the primary pair bond of two hearts beating as one. The Mother’s heart sets the pace of the baby until it is able to set its own pace. Obviously babies in caged cots will be broken hearted and some do actually die from this separation and lack of assistance in pacemaking. (Cot Death). Modern babies are separated from their mother’s pacemaking as often as possible, as early as possible, severance severe, so that another sort of electronic pacemaker can enter in, something like a smartphone or baby monitor would do, a fake phoney heart.

Tune into the Earth
Just like babies, we can all tune our own pace from our always present Mother Earth. We are the children of Mother Earth. EARTH rearranged is HEART.

Love conkers all…
Conkers are horse chestnuts. They are beautiful mahogany coloured seeds, treasured by children. A heart is kept in a chest, a treasure chest, the only treasure is the love that is paced by the heart. Conkers fall from the tree in autumn, and children collect them to play the game of conkers. A hole is made in each, like a hole in the heart, and they hit each other in an attempt to break the other’s heart and win. The game seems to represent some sort of heart attack. The Horse is symbolic of our true spirit, and so I would say that conkers symbolise the source of love.

Love conquers all…
I have faith that true love will always win out in the end. In the meantime we struggle to keep our own hearts and our own pace. Keep your own time, do everything in your own time, not someone else’s. Then love will prevail. Love is a frequency, a pace. It is set by the pacemaker, our spirit guide within. Our maker is the pacemaker, making love is tuning your body to the right frequency, tuning your heart to the sound of peace and love.

Official frequency is measured in “Hertz”. Ouch ! You can bet your bottom dollar that Hertz is slightly off key for the heartz. Love hurts when the heart breaks. The heart breaks when the pace is wrong for too long. Hearts are made to love, they are made to go at the pace of love, but our modern day hearts are nearly always out of tune, not tuned to love. The heart is the place and pace of love, the heart is a pacemaker and a peacemaker. We just need to tune in, tune our hearts to the right pace, no need to measure it officially, just hear it HEARt. A normal heart beat at rest is 60 to 100 per minute. 60 is one per second, exactly ONE HERTZ. That’s very neat. Was Hertz designed to rule the heart ? Designed to hurt hearts, create lonely hearts, ripe for online dating. Online dates, another clock control enterprise, dating now means love, love has become a DATE, part of the Illuminati timing device.

Resting Pace…
R.I.P. Dead people are labelled Rest In Peace, when their heart has conked out. They are said to be finally at rest or finally at peace, when the heart has given up keeping time. But we can get some rest and peace while we are alive by choosing our own time, our own resting restful pace. It’s not easy though, is it ? Too many noisy distractions.

The Doctor to trump all doctors…
The classic image of a doctor is the one with a stethoscope, the tool of trade. The classic doctor is a heart doctor. The doctor’s tool is to hear the heart, to hear its beat, the drum beat of the heart heard by the eardrum. Ears to hear to heart. The doctor monitors the pace. It seems to me the biggest doctor of all is the CARDiologist, the heart doctor. The CARDiologist has a handful of hearts, he is a Hunter type, and he is paid well by the King.

The Princess of Hearts…
Princess Diana dated a heart doctor, a CARDiologist, a Heart Card called Hasnat Khan. Princess Diana publicly said she wanted to be Queen of Hearts, a playing CARD. Maybe because there is no card that is the Princess of Hearts. The Royals feature heavily in card games, they are always worth more than ordinary hearts. It seems that Hasnat Khan is a sort of modern day Hunter with a handful of Hearts, and he won the heart of the Princess as his prize. The Illuminati hunted and killed the Princess and took her heart in a heart underpass operation in the romantic city of Paris.

Doctor of Hearts…
There is no playing card that is the Doctor of Hearts. But the 8 of hearts could be the Doctor.
“OCT” is 8, D.OCT.orate. D.oct.or.8. Doctorate of Cards, Doctorate of Hearts. Ate Hearts. Doctored hearts, stole hearts, altered hearts.

Trump The Queen…
The newspaper headline caught my eye… The Queen will meet Trump. Trumps are hearts, what is the Queen, is she hearts too ? Who is the Ace of Hearts or the Pace of Hearts. Who makes this up ? (See The Queen and The Pope for the game of chess that also includes the Queen).

The Time Lord…
I have answered my own question… WHO is the Time Lord, Doctor Who. WHO is the World Health Organ(isation). Or is it the World Hearth Organ? WHO sets the pace. The one unified World Health Organ, the one unified heart, paced by The Time Lord. Obvious really, that would be part of his remit. The Ace is higher up than the King, and the King reports to the Time Lord. The Ace counts as ONE. ONE Heart. WON Hearts. The “organ” is a Church instrument which sets the pace for the blood drinking church goers, all singing the same tune from the same hymn sheet. The Time Lord sets the pace. The Time Lord is the maker of phoney pace… if we let him.

I Want One…
At the moment, it seems to be mostly old men that are fitted with pacemakers. But before long, everyone will want one even if their own heart has not broken down, because the new ones will be better than the ones we are born with. It increases your life expectancy, and that is indisputably A GOOD THING at any price, even selling your heart. A new fake heart piece is a bit like people wanting fake teeth and fake breasts and fake eye lenses. In this strange modern world we live in, you will cope better if you have all these fake phoney things. If you have a pacemaker, you will fit the pace of modern life and you will be fit for 21st century purpose. If you go at your own pace, you will get left behind. KEEP UP.

Go Faster…
A big selling point for the EPPIC pacemaker will be the speed at which you can go through airports. Going Faster is so much better isn’t it ? Maybe they will cost less than a passport too, how could you refuse ?

Heart Bypass…
EPPIC card carriers can bypass going through the electronic search gates at airports. (Please see Scan Gate). Unlike other people, they don’t need tracking at gated intervals because they can be tracked continuously from their EPPIC pacemaker within. When we all get fitted pacemakers, we can get rid of the scan gates and airport security, hurrah ! It will be so much more convenient getting a plane with no security required, maybe cheaper too ! Not only that, everyone’s heart can be controlled so they won’t FEEL like blowing up a plane even if their mind has been fed instructions to do so. Brilliant ! We can all be kept safe and live longer. No more need to love and have your heart broken, the heart will be bypassed.

Watch your Speed…
It seems to me that our speed through life is to do with our heartbeat. If you drive a car or catch a plane, your heartbeat will probably go up, so that you Go Faster. But you are not getting anywhere any faster. It is YOU that is going faster. Cars and planes are mechanisms with badly tuned noisy engines to interfere with our natural pace, so we start to flounder like a severed baby, and crave an external regulator to regain our lost beat. A watch is set to the wrong speed, that is why you wear it on your pulse. A watch is an early form of pacemaker to override our natural pace and make us all out of tune. A watch helps us save time, save the Time Lord, and helps us get places on time, and catch planes and trains and buses. It’s a great device isn’t it ?

Machines trump hearts…
Hearts are changing pace to keep time with machines, machines are made to pace hearts. Soon we won’t know the difference between our heart and a clock.

Hear it…
The heart can be heard, it plays a tune. We can’t hear it for all the noise of all the wrong paced machines. Heartheheart, Hearth, Hear, Earth, Ear thing, Earthing. The stethoscope gives us a clue as to how to find our way back to love. No need for doctors, just hear.

Heart Clubs
On the internet, there are things like “Pacemaker Club” (Clubs are sometimes trumps) and “Heartbeat International”, which sounds like it promotes a single unified international heartbeat. One pacemaker fits all ! One maker, one God. Meet your pacemaker. All regulated to the same out of tune. A Satanic off tune heartbeat. Love will be eliminated. Once we are fully implanted we won’t tune in to the hurt any more, we will be able to block it out and carry on being good hearted, god hearted, and healthy and fit without noticing suffering around us, without noticing the children crying out it hurts. We won’t be able to FEEL when things are out of the love tune, when love is not tuned, because our love tune will be lost.

Little Lonely Hearts…
While the narcissistic world pursues its time and date clockwork Roman tick love, the loneliest hearts of all are the children who have been severed, separated, gone missing or abused right under our noses. And we cannot hear their hurts, their silent cry, because there is too much machine noise, too much high speed busyness, and we are out of tune with love.

Lonely Hearts Club Band…
It was the Beatles that produced this album… Before this album, before their reinvention, they were tuned to 432Hz. They changed their tune to the international standard tune of 440Hz, and they became off tune. The Heart beat Beatles Band were fitted with a standard pacemaker from 1966. And their ” Money Can’t Buy Me Love” and “All You Need Is Love” tunes were no more.

Little Lonely Hearts Club Band…
A band is a ring, and the Lonely Hearts Club Band is the international paedophile ring that we are having our heart strings tuned to. Paedophilia literally means child love, and you can see that love has been warped by the timing and tuning of our hearts. (See Vinyl Revolution and The Badminton Game). The wrong heart Beatle. The wrong heart beat. But at least we’ll be able to get through airport security quickly, live longer, and we won’t suffer any more heartbreak.

Links: (Singapore gov dating agency)

(See also earlier related posts: Blood Eugenics, Smile!, Driving, Is It Worth It, Body Chopping, Scan Gate, Smart Phoney People, Microchipped Dogs, Agnes Day, Don’t Knows, No Vote, Match Made In Heaven, Matter Under Mind, Time and Place, Time Lord, Timelessness, Mother Moon Time, St John’s Water, Keep Up To Date, Save The Date, Hunt the Cervix, Poison Apple, Narcissus, Vinyl Revolution, Out of Tune, The Mary Lin, Soular Plexus, Andy Murray Sterling and 911, Another 911, The Badminton Game, I Want One, Devices, Driving, Stop Watching )

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Smart Phoney People

I met up with a friend recently, and to be quite honest, she might as well have sent her smartphone to meet me. I spent all my time listening to or looking at things on her phone, or listening to her reading out things from her phone. Or waiting whilst she dealt with other people via her phone. Where had she gone ?

It was as if her mind was outside her body, all dumped into her smart phone. That’s smart ! Are you smart ? Similarly, the smart phone told her what to do, just like the mind does. Her personal smart phone had become her personality.

The phones seem to make all the decisions, they are our eyes and ears, they tell us what to do, where to go, how to behave, how to do things, when to get up, they even tell us who we are and interact with other people or smartphones for us.

An advertisement poster for railways tells me to “Discover Cornwall by Rail”. The poster shows a smart girl on a train, looking at her smart phone screen, and the phone looks out through the glass window of the train at the Cornish scenery that she is discovering through two layers of glass. I expect she is taking photos to store on her phone, so she can look smart and interesting like she has discovered something. It probably makes you more smart phoney friends.

Or maybe it just helps your personal smartphone make more smartphone friends. You can personalise your phone with ringtones and smart covers and favourite apps and photos and screensavers. You can personalise every app on your phone with your personal settings. You can create a unique personality for your smartphone. Just like a person really. A real person. Sooner or later there will be male and female smart phones that can meet up for dates and have sex. Just plug one smartphone into the other and sparks will fly. Smartphones are good at doing dates, better than humans.

Smart phones are turning into people, and people are turning into smart phone drones.

It would be great if smartphones could get about by themselves, wouldn’t it ? Then my friend really could have just sent her smart phone, and saved her the bother of coming herself, and if she had several smartphones, she could have sent lots of them out at once to interact with others and report back to her at central control in her comfy chair behind the screens of glass. Thus maintaining more friends at once, and increasing the smart appearance and interesting discoveries of her life. Great bit of multi-tasking that would be !

Smart phones don’t have legs. Not yet. Add some legs, and they can get about by themselves. they can go out and meet smart phoney friends, and discover places, like Cornwall. Without the need for an owner to go with them ! Smart independent phones ! A smartphone always knows what the latest train times are, (unlike me, I can’t keep up to date), it could go to Cornwall by train all on its own.

It is starting to seem like smart phones are actually an improvement on human beings !

Why do we feel so inadequate and powerless that we need phones to substitute for ourselves ?

I find myself dumping my own mind out onto the internet. I am smug about having no smart phone, but I do have a smart ipad. I am a smart phoney person with a smart phoney
online personality. I wonder why I am drawn to writing parts of my mind out onto the internet, so that it can be trapped into this net and web of deceit ?

It feels like I have had my voice blocked for ever, and now I have found somewhere to speak. Through the screen. Through phoney fake touch, and the fake voice of the written word that is not really a sound at all. Be Heard. Be Herd. This is the way in to the global mind ball. Enter, be entranced, be herded ! I have created a false persona on screen to hide behind.

The internet is collecting up all our minds into one big global glow ball mind. It’s mind blowing. We are having our minds blown up and reset. The mind will be a shared mind that controls us all just like the glowball Sun now does. Centrally. The new global mind is accessed and received through the SKY and CLOUD, just like the Sun is now. At the moment it may seem like there is some freedom on the internet to think differently, that is the bait we are offered, but once we are all in there addicted, we will be programmed to think the same and behave the same according to central control, I think we already are. The bait is offered “free” like a free lunch, or the free cheese in the mousetrap that has free admission too.

It is a new form of Time Lord. Smart phones are good at time keeping, so good that their owners are sometimes unaware that the clocks have gone back by an hour and they are repeating the same bit of time. The smart phone hides the Sun time, like the clouds of chemtrails hide the Sun.

The smart phone is the new mind, ready for implant. You don’t need a physical implant or microchip, the smart phone SIMply reprograms your existing mind space because you worship it. It doesn’t matter what you read from your phone, or write to it, any more than reading one newspaper is better than another. You are programmed by the regular use of a smart phone, by religious practise and devotion to it. By loving it. By giving your power to it. It reinforces your belief that there is an iconic thing that is outside your body, like a GOD of a major world religion. It is a belief that you have no power and the power is in your phone. It is a belief in the screens that come between us all. A belief in centrally controlled media, controlled by an elite few. A belief that you cannot go anywhere without a screen as your guide and companion. And a screen to hide your true self and project a smart phoney personality.

The smartphone is GOD. God is in the SKY program with his sun and son, the Time Lord. GOD is the takeover of the mind which then rules over the body instead of our true spirit guide.

Our true spirit guide is within our body. We cannot ever hear its true sound, because our mind is cluttered with endless noise of smart phoney distractions, and endless busyness. I guess a microchip SIM implant within our body would help people believe that the phone is the real thing.

So it seems that my friend was not really there when I met her because she had switched on her phone, and deferred to it as a God, and in the process she seemed to have switched off herself. I have the same problem with people that hide behind newspapers. An old fashioned version of the same thing.

Just a little reminder that bees are known to to be smart. They are centrally controlled by their allegiance to the hive mentality, the single obedient mind that worships the Queen. Bees are revered these days, and the smart phone mind tells us to save the bees, all smart people know that bees are in peril and need saving. It is accepted fact because the shared mind says so.

Smart means phoney. Smart means robotic. Smart means keeping up appearances. Smart means feeding the Queen. Smart minds think alike.

(See also earlier related posts: Data Collection, Nature’s Free Internet, Cloud and Screens, Keep Up To Date, Save the Date, Square Eyes, Shut Eye, Matter Under Mind, Invasion of The Telescreens, Queen Bee, Bank Robber Bees, Blinded by The Light, Wizard of Oz, George Engineering, Carbon Currency, Tree Fi, Solar Saviour, Follow Instructions, Match Made In Heaven, Devices, Microchipped Dogs, Program Me, Time Lord, Comfort of Your Own Home, Comfortable Prisons, Moon Eye Money, others I have forgotten for now)

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