Ollie Ollie oxen free (5)
Wont cha come play with me?
Ollie Ollie oxen free
Come go insane with me.
Tip toe, over foot, tip toe, over foot, tip toe, over foot,
Sneek a little peak, scamper, and then, scurry away.
Who's that there's been looking for me?
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, oxen free. [x3]
To do your wrong, you say its a fault of me.
It's all here in the shadows, hidden away.
Hidden from the light, cause you chased it away.
Here in the shadows its all hidden away.
Do your wrong, a fault of me.
Ollie Ollie oxen free. [x5]
As you stand their behind the door with nothing to say.
Got a look on your face like you're wanting to play.
A little bit closer to going insane.
Fey Elder friend of rogue, hey, hey hey, hey. Fill the script with all you’ve spoken. Ulrich, that our hill do yarn, hey hey, hey, hey. Oft label rhyme now your may. Voosh valor grim now grill, hey, hey, hey, hey. Capital-rather-foul rou, heel you. Who saw KRSTopher die-ie-ie-ie, bowl and sculp with our swelter. Rile clay, the awesomest star-ar-ar-ar. Craig in shows further, its best stall. Cown man bear no bone of our own-ow-ow-own. Bode you-r not for Roman. Helga land come for storm now-ow-ow-ow-ow. KRSTer’s go Cali-man and forna. Now they gave their neck by cost, stay-ay-ay-ay. Knocked down, gathered all ye prost-stay-hey-ho-ome. Ha. Put-yur moon on sigil, for he got it, a gain that good all. Gate scroll in blue, bright eye-I. Lean down dark fouled lighter. O-Rou do not gode thee-ee. Keep their ka after my throat leave. Soon all their land’ll owe me. Lute E and cattle come, doman. Child-ren under glass-eye-eye-eye, oft by the smee, their plaza-a-a-a. Put-yur moon on sigil, for he got it, a gain that good all. Put-yur moon on sigil, for he got it, a gain that good all. Biarca ma loved ones flee ma-a-a-a. Loki bye, fly home to your ma. Mother land murder our key hey, hey, hey. Me kill and cry for our key. Lunki land filled with yon clay-ay-ay all. Falset and gütle land, Norse-e. You now beat the drums to beat all-al-al-al. Bend it all, brend it all and speak all-al-al-al. Ha.
The Real Calendar. 28x13=364. Winter Solstice on the cusp is 364-0-1 for 365 days a year. The Leap Day being on the Summer Solstice, on the Cusp, date-0-continue date.
Yehp, ladies and gentle-squire's, it's like 'ole Jack Burton says, "When the chips are down, the women are frigid, and you've ate your last taco, there's only one thing left to do...throw a grenade."
Hello ladies and gentleman, and welcome to another episode of the Pork Chop Express, and I your host, who need no introduction, cause I think we all know I'm pretty terrific, is currently in the old steam wagon headed down old Route 66, just outside of Kingman, who after stopping to take a leak at a local watering hole, ran across the one and only, messiah. That's right, you heard me, I didn't studder. As I fell upon our one and only, in utter disbelief, as he himself was kicking back, eating a tasty burger and fry from the local, Jack in the Box. I being the brazen fellow I am, stepped up to the unassuming old man, and asked him a simple question, of which he had a complicated answer. I asked simply, "What happened?" That's when the swami of rock and roll stood up...that's right, I'm a punk rocker, yes I am, pulled out a jar of 'Green Crack', rolled a couple of finely shaped joints, and sat me down and told me, old Jack, a tale of woe and the human race.
He began with a couple of mistakes on his part. A voice in his head, about age 3 1/2, told him to sit in a patch of rough grass, and while he, still in diapers, and not wanting to get poked by the seemingly rough terrain, neglected. Not long after, because of his "insubordination", made his way to the front door, where he got his arm trapped, door actually closed all the way. I mean, how does that happen? Reaching up he pushed the button and freed himself. Upon his arm was the Mark of Cain. Two lines, as opposed to the X. Medulla Oblongata be damned, to hear him tell it. How early we fall. He went on to say, that in his little stretch of wood, for the most part, he was a happy child. Unburdened. Then one night, his parents told him they were going to move. And instead of keeping his mouth shut, like the voice in his head told him to do yet once again, he replied, "I'm gonna run away." Well, being the filth they were, dress up our poor little chosen one, like a hobo, put a knife in his left hand, and a dollar in his right, then shoved him out the door in the middle of the night, all the while, laughing at him through the diamond window. Cause that'll teach him. The solution of two swinger hillbilly pieces of trash in all their wisdom. Sure they could have sympathized, shown a little compassion to kid who couldn't even tie his shoes, in the process of losing everything he loved about life. But naw, let's scar the young chap till the end of his days so no amount of love from anyone would ever fill the hole, never being wanted. At that point old Jack was glad he was high, cause that was pretty much, in old Jacks opinion, some pretty evil shit. Mary and Joseph, Geb and Nut, whoever you wanna call these paragons of parenthood, in old Jacks eyes, were a disgrace to every story ever afforded to 'em.
He said from there, every time he was confronted with an important decision, which would change his life for the better, he always chose the worse, not realizing no matter what he did, he just couldn't help it. Like he was drawn to making the bad decision, no matter what. I mean every decision. Not just a few, but every single freaking one. We’re talking a guy who could of been an Olympic bicyclist. Could of had billions. You heard me, I used the letter B. A pillar of the community, made his grandpa proud. Not to mention all the sweet poon-tang. I've seen the video, I know they're out there. Hello Mrs. Rumpsfield. Oh sure, he could still use his gift to make others wealthy. But for him...Nothing. The golden seal on his forehead rendered dead the moment it was drawn. Angels watching over my ass. Him, being left with a series of bad decisions that made even Satan look like a red wiry little bitch. Cursed! Oh yeah, you betcha. Thanks mom and dad. Am I right ladies and gentleman?
It wasn't long after this point our old Cained-Abel, put down the skinny on the whole fraudulent system of the Anti-Christ. And how the supposed sacred text of our forefathers was actually designed as a intricate system of lies, who in their eyes, was more fitting of slaves. Instead of teaching man the allegory of the human body, which the Essene are supposedly known for, the Christ Oil afforded to us all, the Vatican and their Freemason Illuminati underlings, twisted the truth, robbing us all of the divine wealth held within. At this point I have to admit, old Jack was pretty awe struck by the fact this old man was even still alive. Cause how many scholars of the modern faith wanna hear their full of shit? And always have been.
According to this crippled and frail little man with an out of place muscle in his leg, whose word I've come to consider as the real history of the world, explained how the powers that be, can't go having multiple messiah running around, proving their Jesus wasn't unique. Needing only one person they can drag out before the world at a time, kill em, then eating his pineal gland and heart in secret like tasty dim sung, so the lackeys of the fish headed jamboree can pretend their God too. That tree in the midst of the garden itself. Blood of my blood and flesh of my flesh, oh my. Nor do they want you figuring out that the Pyramids and Stonehenge were built by people, who like the man he used to be, in a life before, could actually tap into this potential of the human body. Using instruments like the crook and flail and the Waas Staff, to raise the energy’s from the Earth, moving these stone like feathers on spring day. Not to mention walking on water. Pulling wood apart like the Buddhist monks. Or like how an entire Native American tribe was able to put their hands in stone over on ole White Mountain. I've seen the photo. Yehp, at this point Mr. Jack Burton felt pretty damned cheated out of his potential as well. NAZI sonsofbitches. That's right, I didn't studder. First Reich my ass. Go on Hollywood, get your leather wearing, Pinhead looking musician who looked like he fucked Casper the Friendly Ghost, to out class old Jack.
On such a rough and tumble path, where did you learn it all I asked.
“It's a Mystery”, he replied.
At this old Jack took his meaning, thanked his for his time, as our beloved fallen one finished up what appeared to be a tasty satchel of fries, I departed.
Looking back, he laid his arms upon the table, then his head. They say old God can return all things, make things new again. Well not this cat. Not even God's got that kind of juice. Old Jack couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever rise again. But then I thought, what would be the point?
As old Jack stepped back up into his trusty steed, ready to head down that old side trial that by-passes the check point into Cali, on a count of all the illegal banana and cucumber I'm hauling. That’s right ladies, you heard me. Old Jack's taking the backdoor into Graceland. Waving by the memory of the King over in ole 29 Palms, like Odd Thomas pointed out. What? I read. When it's about me.
At this point, however, I was left with that single word, Mystery.
Now...I've heard tale of how the wise and quote, unquote, learn-ed men, have wrote fancy books, specific to Rhoades Scholar extraordinaire working at Taco Bell, which preach of making good men better. Not that the face of the earth could ever prove such a thing. Book, in their ultimate wisdom, that tell you poverty brings you closer to the lord. Not that I'm a poor man. Unless you count at my bank account. Make no mistake, my tub's gotta hole. Book, which of course conveniently leave out how the Gods never once ruled from a state of poverty. Not the Greeks, not the Alantians, and sure as hell not the Nazi over at the Vatican pushing for their Fourth Reich. Hail America.
Tell us Mr. President, "Where did all the Gold at Fort Knox go?" I think we know.
Perhaps we should all get a vaccine. Which ironically doesn't seem to work unless everyone get it. What kind of price tag do you think that comes with? Understand what I'm saying, Mr. Rhoades Scholar. One little prick deserves another I guess. And what do these highly educated men do to protect their investment? These fabricator of the Mystery, as the holy one put it? They hide the truth and call it a Mystery. Like a school ever taught you anything that the rich didn't want you to know. Ay, Mr Carnegie! They changed our calendar so you would ignore the Sol Seed of the Solar Plexus, of which you get 13 a year. Until you're you 49.4 years old. Shove that in your dimple sphere baby. Cause God forbid you have enough sense to add 28 times 13 for 364 days a Year. And they, telling you the first day of the year is anyone but the one day the Sun sits on the lowest part of the bell curve, soon to be a sine wave, the Winter Solstice. Cause God forbid the 364-0-1 be the Cusp of the Suns Death and Birth. There's you're Skywalk. Ay Mr. Taco. Hallelujah I say. But then they go so far as to cover up the fact that no drunkard can ever get into heaven.... Well, what do they do with that little chestnut, but give you a Drunkard God and call him a messiah. Turn that water into wine oh mighty one. Not that alcohol ever destroyed a Sol Seed in that iron gut You call a brain, oh faithful servant you are. Not that the food industry run by those Nazi over at NASA have tried to give the old alcohol industry a run for its money.
But sure Mr. Catholic, pass out a disk and a sip of wine on the Sabbath and call its Gods work as you cast your flock further into the perils of fucked over by the Almighty yet once again. It’s a lifelong ambition I hear. Cause God forbid the allegory of the human body, of which a real priest would convey, not that I'm a man of the cloth, per se, I can't even afford a bib, would ever want you to figure out how royally fucked we all are at the hands of the masses elite practitioners. Cast that penny in your plate. And what do I get for my effort, a good old fuck you Jack from every influencer on the planet, just like our ill-fated messiah. While they worship with Symbols of Saturn and call themselves Jew, not that Jupiter ever had anything to do with the name. God forbid. Not that Sargon the First Semite, not that his people, who were whipped out by the Gutian, all but a small band, who were led into Exodus by Sargon's Grandson, resting upon a mount watching the Stars as the Golden Calf trans mutated into a shofar. Blown, like their life now rendered. Ever actually came out of the desert to be what they are claimed to be in today world. Wandering still to this very day I hear. But sure, let's call em all 6 pointed stars, the Sons of David, wearing Jew like their children of God, all because they read a book. Not like they would lie about any of that for any financial reason. Cleanliness is next to godliness, said no homeless person at all. While pretending truth is all they've ever told, as they toast the crown.
Yehp, ladies and gentle-folk, grab your white beans and ham, and your spicy cornbread, and prepare, cause the shits only gonna get thicker. Jack Burton out. And remember, Hail to the fucking King!
A great evil has been set upon you. Robbing you of your Sun and Moon, Season and Harvest. Robbing you of your monthly birth Seed. This being done to you by learned men. Who in their fight for power and control, have brought forth this wickedness in your life as if though it be your fault? Keeping from you the secrets of one’s own body so they themselves might appear to have a soul. So their regurgitations might give them an air of mystery and distinction. So they might appear to be One; an authority, a Child of God. Telling you the actions of their manipulation, and the actions of those who dwell in other dimensions, are solely based on the wickedness that lies within you. Past deeds of other lives, of another’s life, bleeding over into this one and the next. Taking those laws of attraction, those rewiring of one’s consciousness, and using these as a means of slavery for the diabolical ends of those who see their secrecy as a virtue. Flowering their congregation of like minds, into a repository of honor. You, the heathen of which they say, are robbed of your enlightenment, for no more reason than not understanding the educated trick, the lies and deceit, which ensure, that for the many, there is no, 'On Earth as it is in Heaven'. Only the hell of little men, with little words, and little hearts. For if a person such as you were to discover this monthly Seed of Self, the evils in which they help to procreate, would be solely upon their neck. For, as you, a divine creation, they care not, blaming you for your desires, of which these learn men procreate behind closed doors and secretly covet. So often seen in their fabulous garment, their nice home, and their pristine company. As if though you be weed, deserving only to be pulled from the foundations of knowledge for being nothing more than simple. You, who in fact, were made poor by the wretched teachers calling themselves Holy. For in their eyes, there is not enough to go around. And so it must be them who possess it. Telling you that you have been led astray by the wickedness of others to whom they fight against for your benefit, and if you but fund their cause, all will be forgiven in the halls of the Almighty’s great kingdom. A kingdom which resides only in you, the weed of which they so actively seek to pull. So that they, the flower, might flourish and mystify, if only for your benefit. Oh indeed, great is this evil that would sell out the creations of God and call it sacrifice. They who would champions struggle as if though it were a virtue. As if though the flowering of this seed, this solar self, would not evolve the moment it springs forth in one’s mind. Stripping these learned men of their power, and opening the eyes of the simple. Of which you have been so readily made. You, who have been denied your right as water bearer, and your right to burn out these demon cast upon you by these learned men. A demon of little minds, who are in fact little more than slave master. Propagating the interdimensional beings hold upon you, a hold which from your youth, has tricked you, manipulated you, led you astray for the sake of their own soulless pursuit, so that they might feed upon you, so that they might live off of you, like parasites. Of which these holy men who have made you weed, so greatly relish as the divine.
The Aramaic Abraham is from 500bc. The Hindu Abraham is from 900bc. The Aramaic is the Anti-Christ. The Hindu is the Christ oil, the allegory for the human body.
Breathe in for 5 seconds. Holding the tongue to the roof of the mouth lightly. Hold for 5 seconds. Still holding the tongue to roof of mouth lightly, exhale for 5 seconds. Hold for 5 seconds, repeat 10 times. Do this 5 days before your seed in the plexus presents. This occurs ever 28 1/2 days in relation to your birthday. Every month. www.youtube.com/shorts/iGmRPz...
Don't let it explode like I have done in the past. Didn't know what it was. No I deal how that effected me or if my seed have run out. I didn't truly understand till now.
A Water Diviner is one who draws the Christ Oil up the spine of another to the Pineal Gland. Doing this by placing the hand on the forehead.
BEST EGGS EVER: I got a 8in cast iron skillet. First I'll cook 4-5 chicken strips with a cube of salted butter. Once finished I usually just turn off the stove and cover it cause I just ate. The juices solidify. The next day I'll heat the skillet up just like it is. I don't clean nothing. Then I crack my egg, slight dusting of pepper. Break yoke and spread about. Flip, then finish. I place on a plate. Then lay a slice of Colby-Jack cheese. Then I cook #2. By the second side I need a bit more butter. Dust with pepper. Then stack on the other. Slice of Colby-Jack. By now I need to scrape the bottom of the skillet, removing egg scale. Then I add more butter and cook third egg the same as the other. Leaving it a bit buttery when I stack. Gordon Ramsey ain't got shit on these eggs.
I want everyone to get a white marker and write on the back glass of their vehicle. Trump is a Domestic Terrorist. Don't worry. I'm going to write this in public places too. Cause YOUTUBE are censor NAZI working against the American People.
NOTE: YOUTUBE DELETES EVERY COMMENT I MAKE ON THIS SUJECT WHETHER I WATCH THE VIDEO OR NOT!!! ANYTHING I SAY ABOUT ABBRHAM GETS DELETED!!! There are 2 Abrahams in History. The First was the Hindu Abraham from 990BC. They held the Buddhist Swastika. They taught actually Christ Oil and ascension. The other Abraham (500BC) is the Aramaic: Who hold the Swastika of the NAZI. Hence the First Reich of the Holy Roman Empire whose bankers Paid for the 2nd and 3rd Reich. The second of course is rooted in Jewish Demonology. And are those who infiltrated the Tartarian Empire, turning this entire planet into a pile of 💩! Jew and Nazi are synonymous. They create a separation to fool those who just don't know any better.
John Saltz O'Huigin
John Saltz O'Huigin
Sneak
Ollie Ollie oxen free (5)
Wont cha come play with me?
Ollie Ollie oxen free
Come go insane with me.
Tip toe, over foot, tip toe, over foot, tip toe, over foot,
Sneek a little peak, scamper, and then, scurry away.
Who's that there's been looking for me?
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, oxen free. [x3]
To do your wrong, you say its a fault of me.
It's all here in the shadows, hidden away.
Hidden from the light, cause you chased it away.
Here in the shadows its all hidden away.
Do your wrong, a fault of me.
Ollie Ollie oxen free. [x5]
As you stand their behind the door with nothing to say.
Got a look on your face like you're wanting to play.
A little bit closer to going insane.
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For those who can hear. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64CAC...
Fey Elder friend of rogue, hey, hey hey, hey. Fill the script with all you’ve spoken. Ulrich, that our hill do yarn, hey hey, hey, hey. Oft label rhyme now your may. Voosh valor grim now grill, hey, hey, hey, hey. Capital-rather-foul rou, heel you. Who saw KRSTopher die-ie-ie-ie, bowl and sculp with our swelter. Rile clay, the awesomest star-ar-ar-ar. Craig in shows further, its best stall. Cown man bear no bone of our own-ow-ow-own. Bode you-r not for Roman. Helga land come for storm now-ow-ow-ow-ow. KRSTer’s go Cali-man and forna. Now they gave their neck by cost, stay-ay-ay-ay. Knocked down, gathered all ye prost-stay-hey-ho-ome. Ha. Put-yur moon on sigil, for he got it, a gain that good all. Gate scroll in blue, bright eye-I. Lean down dark fouled lighter. O-Rou do not gode thee-ee. Keep their ka after my throat leave. Soon all their land’ll owe me. Lute E and cattle come, doman. Child-ren under glass-eye-eye-eye, oft by the smee, their plaza-a-a-a. Put-yur moon on sigil, for he got it, a gain that good all. Put-yur moon on sigil, for he got it, a gain that good all. Biarca ma loved ones flee ma-a-a-a. Loki bye, fly home to your ma. Mother land murder our key hey, hey, hey. Me kill and cry for our key. Lunki land filled with yon clay-ay-ay all. Falset and gütle land, Norse-e. You now beat the drums to beat all-al-al-al. Bend it all, brend it all and speak all-al-al-al. Ha.
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The Real Calendar. 28x13=364. Winter Solstice on the cusp is 364-0-1 for 365 days a year. The Leap Day being on the Summer Solstice, on the Cusp, date-0-continue date.
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Journal entry 6.
Yehp, ladies and gentle-squire's, it's like 'ole Jack Burton says, "When the chips are down, the women are frigid, and you've ate your last taco, there's only one thing left to do...throw a grenade."
Hello ladies and gentleman, and welcome to another episode of the Pork Chop Express, and I your host, who need no introduction, cause I think we all know I'm pretty terrific, is currently in the old steam wagon headed down old Route 66, just outside of Kingman, who after stopping to take a leak at a local watering hole, ran across the one and only, messiah. That's right, you heard me, I didn't studder. As I fell upon our one and only, in utter disbelief, as he himself was kicking back, eating a tasty burger and fry from the local, Jack in the Box. I being the brazen fellow I am, stepped up to the unassuming old man, and asked him a simple question, of which he had a complicated answer. I asked simply, "What happened?" That's when the swami of rock and roll stood up...that's right, I'm a punk rocker, yes I am, pulled out a jar of 'Green Crack', rolled a couple of finely shaped joints, and sat me down and told me, old Jack, a tale of woe and the human race.
He began with a couple of mistakes on his part. A voice in his head, about age 3 1/2, told him to sit in a patch of rough grass, and while he, still in diapers, and not wanting to get poked by the seemingly rough terrain, neglected. Not long after, because of his "insubordination", made his way to the front door, where he got his arm trapped, door actually closed all the way. I mean, how does that happen? Reaching up he pushed the button and freed himself. Upon his arm was the Mark of Cain. Two lines, as opposed to the X. Medulla Oblongata be damned, to hear him tell it. How early we fall. He went on to say, that in his little stretch of wood, for the most part, he was a happy child. Unburdened. Then one night, his parents told him they were going to move. And instead of keeping his mouth shut, like the voice in his head told him to do yet once again, he replied, "I'm gonna run away." Well, being the filth they were, dress up our poor little chosen one, like a hobo, put a knife in his left hand, and a dollar in his right, then shoved him out the door in the middle of the night, all the while, laughing at him through the diamond window. Cause that'll teach him. The solution of two swinger hillbilly pieces of trash in all their wisdom. Sure they could have sympathized, shown a little compassion to kid who couldn't even tie his shoes, in the process of losing everything he loved about life. But naw, let's scar the young chap till the end of his days so no amount of love from anyone would ever fill the hole, never being wanted. At that point old Jack was glad he was high, cause that was pretty much, in old Jacks opinion, some pretty evil shit. Mary and Joseph, Geb and Nut, whoever you wanna call these paragons of parenthood, in old Jacks eyes, were a disgrace to every story ever afforded to 'em.
He said from there, every time he was confronted with an important decision, which would change his life for the better, he always chose the worse, not realizing no matter what he did, he just couldn't help it. Like he was drawn to making the bad decision, no matter what. I mean every decision. Not just a few, but every single freaking one. We’re talking a guy who could of been an Olympic bicyclist. Could of had billions. You heard me, I used the letter B. A pillar of the community, made his grandpa proud. Not to mention all the sweet poon-tang. I've seen the video, I know they're out there. Hello Mrs. Rumpsfield. Oh sure, he could still use his gift to make others wealthy. But for him...Nothing. The golden seal on his forehead rendered dead the moment it was drawn. Angels watching over my ass. Him, being left with a series of bad decisions that made even Satan look like a red wiry little bitch. Cursed! Oh yeah, you betcha. Thanks mom and dad. Am I right ladies and gentleman?
It wasn't long after this point our old Cained-Abel, put down the skinny on the whole fraudulent system of the Anti-Christ. And how the supposed sacred text of our forefathers was actually designed as a intricate system of lies, who in their eyes, was more fitting of slaves. Instead of teaching man the allegory of the human body, which the Essene are supposedly known for, the Christ Oil afforded to us all, the Vatican and their Freemason Illuminati underlings, twisted the truth, robbing us all of the divine wealth held within. At this point I have to admit, old Jack was pretty awe struck by the fact this old man was even still alive. Cause how many scholars of the modern faith wanna hear their full of shit? And always have been.
According to this crippled and frail little man with an out of place muscle in his leg, whose word I've come to consider as the real history of the world, explained how the powers that be, can't go having multiple messiah running around, proving their Jesus wasn't unique. Needing only one person they can drag out before the world at a time, kill em, then eating his pineal gland and heart in secret like tasty dim sung, so the lackeys of the fish headed jamboree can pretend their God too. That tree in the midst of the garden itself. Blood of my blood and flesh of my flesh, oh my. Nor do they want you figuring out that the Pyramids and Stonehenge were built by people, who like the man he used to be, in a life before, could actually tap into this potential of the human body. Using instruments like the crook and flail and the Waas Staff, to raise the energy’s from the Earth, moving these stone like feathers on spring day. Not to mention walking on water. Pulling wood apart like the Buddhist monks. Or like how an entire Native American tribe was able to put their hands in stone over on ole White Mountain. I've seen the photo. Yehp, at this point Mr. Jack Burton felt pretty damned cheated out of his potential as well. NAZI sonsofbitches. That's right, I didn't studder. First Reich my ass. Go on Hollywood, get your leather wearing, Pinhead looking musician who looked like he fucked Casper the Friendly Ghost, to out class old Jack.
On such a rough and tumble path, where did you learn it all I asked.
“It's a Mystery”, he replied.
At this old Jack took his meaning, thanked his for his time, as our beloved fallen one finished up what appeared to be a tasty satchel of fries, I departed.
Looking back, he laid his arms upon the table, then his head. They say old God can return all things, make things new again. Well not this cat. Not even God's got that kind of juice. Old Jack couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever rise again. But then I thought, what would be the point?
As old Jack stepped back up into his trusty steed, ready to head down that old side trial that by-passes the check point into Cali, on a count of all the illegal banana and cucumber I'm hauling. That’s right ladies, you heard me. Old Jack's taking the backdoor into Graceland. Waving by the memory of the King over in ole 29 Palms, like Odd Thomas pointed out. What? I read. When it's about me.
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Journal entry 6 part 2.
At this point, however, I was left with that single word, Mystery.
Now...I've heard tale of how the wise and quote, unquote, learn-ed men, have wrote fancy books, specific to Rhoades Scholar extraordinaire working at Taco Bell, which preach of making good men better. Not that the face of the earth could ever prove such a thing. Book, in their ultimate wisdom, that tell you poverty brings you closer to the lord. Not that I'm a poor man. Unless you count at my bank account. Make no mistake, my tub's gotta hole. Book, which of course conveniently leave out how the Gods never once ruled from a state of poverty. Not the Greeks, not the Alantians, and sure as hell not the Nazi over at the Vatican pushing for their Fourth Reich. Hail America.
Tell us Mr. President, "Where did all the Gold at Fort Knox go?" I think we know.
Perhaps we should all get a vaccine. Which ironically doesn't seem to work unless everyone get it. What kind of price tag do you think that comes with? Understand what I'm saying, Mr. Rhoades Scholar. One little prick deserves another I guess. And what do these highly educated men do to protect their investment? These fabricator of the Mystery, as the holy one put it? They hide the truth and call it a Mystery. Like a school ever taught you anything that the rich didn't want you to know. Ay, Mr Carnegie! They changed our calendar so you would ignore the Sol Seed of the Solar Plexus, of which you get 13 a year. Until you're you 49.4 years old. Shove that in your dimple sphere baby. Cause God forbid you have enough sense to add 28 times 13 for 364 days a Year. And they, telling you the first day of the year is anyone but the one day the Sun sits on the lowest part of the bell curve, soon to be a sine wave, the Winter Solstice. Cause God forbid the 364-0-1 be the Cusp of the Suns Death and Birth. There's you're Skywalk. Ay Mr. Taco. Hallelujah I say. But then they go so far as to cover up the fact that no drunkard can ever get into heaven.... Well, what do they do with that little chestnut, but give you a Drunkard God and call him a messiah. Turn that water into wine oh mighty one. Not that alcohol ever destroyed a Sol Seed in that iron gut You call a brain, oh faithful servant you are. Not that the food industry run by those Nazi over at NASA have tried to give the old alcohol industry a run for its money.
But sure Mr. Catholic, pass out a disk and a sip of wine on the Sabbath and call its Gods work as you cast your flock further into the perils of fucked over by the Almighty yet once again. It’s a lifelong ambition I hear. Cause God forbid the allegory of the human body, of which a real priest would convey, not that I'm a man of the cloth, per se, I can't even afford a bib, would ever want you to figure out how royally fucked we all are at the hands of the masses elite practitioners. Cast that penny in your plate. And what do I get for my effort, a good old fuck you Jack from every influencer on the planet, just like our ill-fated messiah. While they worship with Symbols of Saturn and call themselves Jew, not that Jupiter ever had anything to do with the name. God forbid. Not that Sargon the First Semite, not that his people, who were whipped out by the Gutian, all but a small band, who were led into Exodus by Sargon's Grandson, resting upon a mount watching the Stars as the Golden Calf trans mutated into a shofar. Blown, like their life now rendered. Ever actually came out of the desert to be what they are claimed to be in today world. Wandering still to this very day I hear. But sure, let's call em all 6 pointed stars, the Sons of David, wearing Jew like their children of God, all because they read a book. Not like they would lie about any of that for any financial reason. Cleanliness is next to godliness, said no homeless person at all. While pretending truth is all they've ever told, as they toast the crown.
Yehp, ladies and gentle-folk, grab your white beans and ham, and your spicy cornbread, and prepare, cause the shits only gonna get thicker. Jack Burton out. And remember, Hail to the fucking King!
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Journal Entry 3
A great evil has been set upon you. Robbing you of your Sun and Moon, Season and Harvest. Robbing you of your monthly birth Seed. This being done to you by learned men. Who in their fight for power and control, have brought forth this wickedness in your life as if though it be your fault? Keeping from you the secrets of one’s own body so they themselves might appear to have a soul. So their regurgitations might give them an air of mystery and distinction. So they might appear to be One; an authority, a Child of God. Telling you the actions of their manipulation, and the actions of those who dwell in other dimensions, are solely based on the wickedness that lies within you. Past deeds of other lives, of another’s life, bleeding over into this one and the next. Taking those laws of attraction, those rewiring of one’s consciousness, and using these as a means of slavery for the diabolical ends of those who see their secrecy as a virtue. Flowering their congregation of like minds, into a repository of honor. You, the heathen of which they say, are robbed of your enlightenment, for no more reason than not understanding the educated trick, the lies and deceit, which ensure, that for the many, there is no, 'On Earth as it is in Heaven'. Only the hell of little men, with little words, and little hearts. For if a person such as you were to discover this monthly Seed of Self, the evils in which they help to procreate, would be solely upon their neck. For, as you, a divine creation, they care not, blaming you for your desires, of which these learn men procreate behind closed doors and secretly covet. So often seen in their fabulous garment, their nice home, and their pristine company. As if though you be weed, deserving only to be pulled from the foundations of knowledge for being nothing more than simple. You, who in fact, were made poor by the wretched teachers calling themselves Holy. For in their eyes, there is not enough to go around. And so it must be them who possess it. Telling you that you have been led astray by the wickedness of others to whom they fight against for your benefit, and if you but fund their cause, all will be forgiven in the halls of the Almighty’s great kingdom. A kingdom which resides only in you, the weed of which they so actively seek to pull. So that they, the flower, might flourish and mystify, if only for your benefit. Oh indeed, great is this evil that would sell out the creations of God and call it sacrifice. They who would champions struggle as if though it were a virtue. As if though the flowering of this seed, this solar self, would not evolve the moment it springs forth in one’s mind. Stripping these learned men of their power, and opening the eyes of the simple. Of which you have been so readily made. You, who have been denied your right as water bearer, and your right to burn out these demon cast upon you by these learned men. A demon of little minds, who are in fact little more than slave master. Propagating the interdimensional beings hold upon you, a hold which from your youth, has tricked you, manipulated you, led you astray for the sake of their own soulless pursuit, so that they might feed upon you, so that they might live off of you, like parasites. Of which these holy men who have made you weed, so greatly relish as the divine.
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I suggest you read this. The Anti-Christ by George W. Carey. archive.org/details/antichrist00carerich/page/n1/m…
The Aramaic Abraham is from 500bc. The Hindu Abraham is from 900bc. The Aramaic is the Anti-Christ. The Hindu is the Christ oil, the allegory for the human body.
Breathe in for 5 seconds. Holding the tongue to the roof of the mouth lightly. Hold for 5 seconds. Still holding the tongue to roof of mouth lightly, exhale for 5 seconds. Hold for 5 seconds, repeat 10 times. Do this 5 days before your seed in the plexus presents. This occurs ever 28 1/2 days in relation to your birthday. Every month. www.youtube.com/shorts/iGmRPz...
Don't let it explode like I have done in the past. Didn't know what it was. No I deal how that effected me or if my seed have run out. I didn't truly understand till now.
A Water Diviner is one who draws the Christ Oil up the spine of another to the Pineal Gland. Doing this by placing the hand on the forehead.
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BEST EGGS EVER: I got a 8in cast iron skillet. First I'll cook 4-5 chicken strips with a cube of salted butter. Once finished I usually just turn off the stove and cover it cause I just ate. The juices solidify. The next day I'll heat the skillet up just like it is. I don't clean nothing. Then I crack my egg, slight dusting of pepper. Break yoke and spread about. Flip, then finish. I place on a plate. Then lay a slice of Colby-Jack cheese. Then I cook #2. By the second side I need a bit more butter. Dust with pepper. Then stack on the other. Slice of Colby-Jack. By now I need to scrape the bottom of the skillet, removing egg scale. Then I add more butter and cook third egg the same as the other. Leaving it a bit buttery when I stack. Gordon Ramsey ain't got shit on these eggs.
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I want everyone to get a white marker and write on the back glass of their vehicle. Trump is a Domestic Terrorist. Don't worry. I'm going to write this in public places too. Cause YOUTUBE are censor NAZI working against the American People.
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NOTE: YOUTUBE DELETES EVERY COMMENT I MAKE ON THIS SUJECT WHETHER I WATCH THE VIDEO OR NOT!!! ANYTHING I SAY ABOUT ABBRHAM GETS DELETED!!! There are 2 Abrahams in History. The First was the Hindu Abraham from 990BC. They held the Buddhist Swastika. They taught actually Christ Oil and ascension. The other Abraham (500BC) is the Aramaic: Who hold the Swastika of the NAZI. Hence the First Reich of the Holy Roman Empire whose bankers Paid for the 2nd and 3rd Reich. The second of course is rooted in Jewish Demonology. And are those who infiltrated the Tartarian Empire, turning this entire planet into a pile of 💩! Jew and Nazi are synonymous. They create a separation to fool those who just don't know any better.
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