Here, please kindly read this proust, which i have efficiently titled,
"TLDR: On Publicly-Oriented Ritual Moida and the Seers of the Alphabet Nooze Agencies, and of their Alpha-Bet-Magic Masters," or
"How to Spot a Fucking Rat in the Sewer."
(It's likely im not talking to you, personally, when i address the reader throughout this. I'm talking to the whole lot of you. All the people United and undivided. But you see, it was once a fb group post, then i deleted it. I tend to give a fuck about only things which i have first rigorously determined to fucking matter, anymore. Telling strangers i think a good number of them are probably petty milquetoast tossers is not especially meaningful, and kind of peevish, besides, and i don't like this tendency of mine. Plus i have a moral duty to be careful how i express unsavory ideas and draw others' attention to very nasty subjects. Excelsior with the web-log.)
Hello
and good morning, sisters and brothers of The Sugar-Mountain Esoteric
Backwater Illuminated Community-groop. Again i ask that you please read
this kind of long post. Humbly i can say that the post is important, and
also flawlessly edited. It takes time and a kind of spiritual effort of
resolve and teeth-gritting, to even marshal these facts/ideas, let
alone write on them and wish to share them with hordes of strangers as well
as the Zuckerberg Machine for Better, Total Data Collection. I
definitely do not write about things like these for health purposes, or
bc i am all that self-important or in any way, messianic. Im definitely
more Diogenes than Chicken Little or Johnny Baptist. It's a recalcitrant
and dyspeptic moral duty compelling me here: I just cannot root it out,
although i've tried; i'd rather be sleeping or petting an animal
somewhere, or saving up money for my next great financial collapse and
retirement account-rape by the markets. The same markets who in 1913
and 1929 and 2001 and 2008 you get the picture.
Anyway I have
some rather bad and sloppy news for you. First (and please forgive me
for this crotchety lament but you know we must take the tender meat with
the offal) i must say that it gets sort of ..not quite annoying, but
more depressing and laughable, that an earnest and sometimes even
worthy effort submitted to this grupe, will very often only garner likes
and comments from one narrow and reliable sub-stable of ppl who i am
friends with and who routinely signal support or agreement. Im no good
with math but im confident there are hundreds of other members---perhaps having no hands or fingers or the thelemic will to read long,
looping but still intelligent sentences with an active but more materialist moral meaning
behind them than might normally please hipster magician acolytes and wizened sages alike---who read my posts and suppose im correct or worth
supporting with a meager button press, but do not do so, out of reasons
i'd enjoy describing as paltry and egotistical. But much more probably, i
am a prolix, not terribly readable writer who comes off as arrogant.
Still, the show and tell must go on and on.
Ever since i was
lucky enough to find this group several years ago (always read CK's blog
from practically its start) it's been my sort of gloomy and at times
seemingly paranoid contention---even my god-damned bloody forte---to
find usefulness in parsing and interpreting seemingly localized events that don't Always get
national press and attention. Parse them as instances of ritual murder,
to be very blunt about it. Im just kind of a trashy news junkie with
some understanding of psy-ops, the nasty intersection of intelligence
handicraft and dark occultism, and the general phenomenon of Public
Events and News Coverage as a secret means of disseminating shady
propaganda into the mass mind and oversoul. All quite standard,
modern-era, internet-based essaying of news reporting with an eye to the
arcane and occult. Except that not everyone has the free time and
access to brilliant bandwidth that i do, nor in most cases the
background and research and case studies gorged upon: the temperament
combined with the eyeballs, the time and resources, so to say. I dribble out all
this preliminary bona fides nonsense bc i do want people to look at and
think about what im saying, and bc i realize even some occult-woke
characters still found in gangs like ours here, still need to be
convinced that this line of inquiry or brand of study is still
legitimate, and even super, super-useful. What is on our table here today and almost every day, is a
magical matter of human or emotional sacrifice, for purposes writ large:
events like these are (obviously to me, at least, and to no absolutely
small number of others) a ritual expression of the design/will to
influence the macro with the steady orchestration of the Micro.
I
myself would be shaken and probably shocked to review all my posts in
this groop, from the heady Obama Daze when almost every month the land
was hit with another bullshit mass shooting that was all part of the
evil, sickening occult mega-plan. However, here and there, isolated acts
of violence and wacky stage-crafted murder would also occur. And when
drilled down into, evidence could be found that they were also the
results of a kind of ceremonial, sigil and Numeral-based memetic magic.
Names being sigils, themselves, and always, always the events contained a
very good chance of what shall we call it? Geomantic and
Taxonomical/lexical magic. Addresses, dates, and another thing which i
eventually had to admit was apparent: time-stamps. The use of time and
the putatively inescapable metrics of authority that the control of time
implies. Sometimes this high-signing that made use of hourly and
by-minute designations was downright vulgar. I would say especially in
those stories that Did receive national attention. For just one example
(i dont enjoy giving examples, and not bc they are depressing, but bc
the case for this argument is now overwhelming and im annoyed to have to
dredge up any of the many bits of allegorical/concrete material
evidence), there was a lad who was butchered on camera in and outside of
a bodega by machete-wielding gang-members in NYC, i believe it was
still under the Obama Imperium. I should also adduce as evidence of
these machinations a recent case that i posted about here. Not bc it
seemed in any way "magically ritual," (though who knows, at this point,
and on the level of a story like this one, as you may agree) but bc on
some plane of reasoning and Malintent Towards the Public, the murder
does to me resemble the fundamental logic or occult/clandestine will
that actuates or informs the more grisly and isolated murders like that
at the bodega, only in this case the killing is simply a matter of
propaganda and wicked lies functioning on more than one level at once.
In short, the compulsive and very efficient M.O. of "Killing two birds
with one stone" is revealed in the subway death of the asian woman who
was pushed in front of the NYC subway by Yet Another Gibbering Black
Lunatic.
The
sort of monochrome murderer-lunatics who by now seem more than
obviously to be useful psychotic and pharmacologized pawns in these
twilight language/meta-conditioning Games (but without their race Ever being mentioned in
these hashtagasianhate ginned-up and monstrous episodes; and indeed, the
absurdly conspicuous angle and detail of black race in so many of these
mindless attacks is occluded by the somehow more important race of the
asian victims, and in the subway psy-op we saw that the "takeaway," even
when voiced by probably suspect local black borough politicians i saw
babbling on camera, was that "we needed to do more to identify, corral,
and medicate these mentally ill homeless people and the state aint doin
enuff furdem: thus i propose more State Control and resources for
chemical lobotomy," etc.). Many birds, one stone.
...So
what i am saying is that if one is sensible and has some experience in
these fucking sewers of para-political analysis, then the first thing
they do when they see another ludicrous attack like the subway one, is
simply look up the bio of the woman-asian who was killed. And wouldn't
you be stunned to learn who she was? Personally, im not thrilled by doing
what i regard as important but no less breezy internet research of this
kind, for other people. You should look the shit up yourself and start
thinking like the properly cynical detective that the current world
demands of any basically moral fucking person that possesses a (not
thoroughly medicated) adult's memory. Whenever these degenerate pigs
feed us a salacious or mortally grave story with RACE as a prominent or
leading factor, run for the fucking hills, or the febreze, or google.
In fact fuck it, here's two other bread crumbs:
Beranton Whisenant
Jeffrey Parker
Yes,
both those men were almost certainly murdered as a result of this kind
of brazen homicidal skullduggery Of the Medium, of The Message. It's
just as with the practice of mafias and intelligence/security outfits
throughout history: Kill as many birds with one stone as possible, and
whenever necessary or practical, seed the murder with propaganda and
chilling effects, and "messages." The asian woman in the subway was an
effectively major player in one of the top 5 finance corporations in the
world, and that cartel was in the news quite prominently in very recent
years, for major audits in its business dealings in China; for
financial fraud and misdealing and corruption, i'll just assume, by very
safe inference. She was a multi-lingual liaison, spending much of her
career in China, and her purpose was to operate vis a vis Chinese
actors/figures/holdings. Many birds, one stone. If the reader doubts
what im saying in my general argument or thinks i can be disregarded for
fatuous and disingenuous reasons like "he writes poorly," or "he's that
fella who seriously believes and argues that an alternate form of
physics (ball) manipulation can be now Easily proven to exist in the
generalized realm of organized sports and particularly Basket-baal,"
then i urge the reader to go and look up these names and incidents, and
maybe search through my posts for the cumulative proofs. Also i suggest
to everyone that what we need in the world is less ego and
ass-hurtedness in the face of information that rattles one and forces
them to reconsider their conceits and presumptions.
I wisely
assume that over the last few years my petit interpretations of
"zeitgeist hot-button and emotional flash-point resonator murder events"
were simply wrong in some cases. Probably i can be forgiven, given the
precedents in history. I know though for a certainty that in many and
maybe most cases i was and am right, with the same kind of dreadful,
inarguable certainty i have when, for instance, i contend very plainly
that a massive skyscraper can under no circumstances be not only
collapsed but reduced to an unaccountably small dust heap just by the
impact of one wee little airliner, regardless of what kind of jihadi
aeronautical savant with a cocaine and stripper problem, as well as
well-known connections to the ISI, Saudi Arabia, German Intelligence,
and the shady private airport networks and strip clubs of South Florida,
may be piloting that world-changing airliner missile. Those missiles
which seemed to have the collapsible properties of hot butter, or Wile
E. Coyote striking a cliff-face.
Anyway,
this case in "Green" Bay. I may have seen some preposterous ginned-up
and ham-fisted magical names used in events like these, but i believe
now we have a clear, grand-sweepstakes winner. Sistas and Brothas, meet:
"Taylor Schabusiness." Who murdered "Shad Thyrion."
Just
your average motherfuckers with average motherfucking names, doing
workaday beheadings and body mutilation and necrophilia, but hey they
were "on drugs." Very very powerful drugs im sure. Just chopping drugs
and people up on some very quotidian, customarily meaningless dates. The
numbers 322 figure not just prominently in the spectacle. Imho they are
used with the kind of fearless, vulgar disregard for obviousness that
is even a bit unusual for these now nationally traditional "public
events As ritual murder and mind-control and spiritual-effect." The day
the murder was allegedly committed, then the day it is revealed and
brought to public attention, and once again, very importantly imho, the
"arbitrary," but actually volitional, consecrated illuminist
brotherhood-selected date on which the case Comes to Trial. Earlier in
this post i had meant to note when mentioning the role of dates and
time-stamps in such events, that one thing that ultimately becomes
totally clear is the function of the court system in
manipulating/decreeing the power and influence of Time. I am suggesting
very simply that these would-be Lords of Time in their various sects and
brotherhoods understand the public-mind-and-soul-burdening value of
Controlling Time and of Deadlines/Reckoning-dates by Decree. In fact, i
now believe that this explains the lewd regularity with which the cult
or sect we know as "corporate journalism" deals in "countdowns" and
"deadlines." (often posted permanently now on the screen) They of course
are only following suit from the ritual wisdom and meta-manipulations
of their masters in government, church, and secret societies: The Magus
Classes of the world that only people like us pay attention to, here in
this gruep. The control of time and our dim conception of it, with its
connection to death and mortality, is significant within the logic,
history, and effectiveness of these operations, murders, rituals,
whatever we choose to call them.
A
beheading is a very important symbol. Fwiw, it reminds me of the
beheading of the mannequins of Prince Harry and May-again Markle, those
illegitimate parvenu lite-hollywood bloodline models said to occupy some
position of status in our batshit fake plague fake war, real-casualty
world. My world, that is, where the British aristocracy and "european"
military- and capital-blocs never gave up effective control of any of
their colonies, let alone the rich tracts of land that is juicy,
impressionable, bellicose, corpulent A-merica. There's also the matter of the head of Geronimo, and its theft, and that of others, allegedly, etc.
Think
of Jeff Bauman in all of this theorizing and actuality that i'm tabling
here for us today, and not just of poor murdered Mr. Whisenant. Think
of just what these classes of djinn or archon or bloodline backroom
social scientist-necromancers Feel They Can NOT rub our faces in and
expect the majority of us not to notice or ever understand. Did they
need to use an existent paraplegic or whatnot, on the day of the Boston
Bommin (which some of you may know resonated with JFK and therefore the
head-cutting, King Kill Ritual, through the use of the JFK library near
the scene of the "carnage"), when they could have easily not gone that
garish route of mockery? The fella could have just laid their and acted,
rather then being shoved into a wheelchair and paraded by Carlos the
Shill for all the cameras and Pulitzer dreams. Or maybe im wrong, maybe
Bauman is legit but i just dont think so. My doubts here are as great as
the generosity of Barack Hussein Obama, or George H.W. Bush when he
joins forces with the charitable Bill Clinton, his willing little
Rockefeller bastard-child of a lickspittle lieutenant, when they cast
their benevolent gaze towards the poor, destructified isle of Hayti.
I
learned of this grim Wisconsin Schabusiness from idly watching a YTer
whose stock-in-trade is calling just about everything under the sun
"another obvious satanic ritual." He's a late bloomer who is trying to
make cash off this kind of more or less justifiable scattershot
paranoia, and i dont take him very seriously. I do always take
information seriously, though. And i'd wager both all my own precious
federal reserve shekels as well as the hard rubles buried beneath the
dead elm tree by the old cistern out back to the left that he's right on
this occasion. As he points out---apart from the lurid use of those
recognizable ususal suspects-numbers---the great tell or giveaway is the
phonetic cheekiness of the murderess' name.
"Tell
us your business." So what does it mean? Personally i've come to see
these deadly or otherwise sensational public resonator-events and
ceremonies as always or usually involving a cryptographic/cipher element
as well as augury, both. Codes and Prophecy, or light adumbration. 
Some people at some levels are meant to receive encoded messages from
them, or advance knowledge, as with steganography. (this foreshadowing
element-- of at least the more sensational public
disaster-operations---is gotten into quite a bit, in the research and
presenting work done by that kinda well-known, very nice
Scandinavian-type fellow whose name escapes me, who im friends with here
on FB) "Shad Thyrion" sounds a bit like it might even be in need of an
anagram unscrambling. But i have never in my life heard of any proper
name that included the word "business" in it, and im pretty good with
names, yuk yuk.
It
should go without saying that i have no idea at all how much of the
impetus, or meaning, or original agency of these events is due to
archonic or demonic, etc., influence. That is one of the final and
heaviest rubs in the whole matter, as many of us are aware.
