Fire, Fire Burning Bright with the Tigers in the Night

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses always be cold and wet.’

As soon as I heard that a young Tunisian had set himself on fire, I felt an awareness of something ominous rising up from the uncertainty of these times. It wasn’t too long before others elsewhere, had also set themselves on fire, or so I heard anyway. It looks like Egypt is going to toss Hose-me Mubarak out of office; especially once news of the massacre at Suez comes out. This isn’t about Egypt though, as important as Egypt might prove to be. This is about Saudi Arabia, where the threat of revolution has been in the air for decades.

When I heard that Putin had discounted Chechen responsibility for the Russian airport bombing, I thought, he knows it was Israel with their ICTS security that permitted and/or, planned the event. I thought that this might be that 'Israeli mistake' predicted by Clif High (the new ALTA report is out). I was very surprised to learn that they were there. It didn’t sound like Putin to allow ICTS into the country but... it could be I know very little about the man. I know what he did about the vampire oligarchs and I know they serve Israel because the western press is full of support and skewered details, concerning the oligarch that just got more prison time; his poor sainted mother, weeping in the courtroom for her blue-eyed boy.

The game is on. One place they won’t be doing the revolution shuffle is in Iran. Little Georgie Sorrows and his dance of a thousand scarves had to move on from that location. Once Putin gets to the bottom of Israeli involvement in the Russian airport bombing, I imagine there’s going to be some interesting reactions.

It could well be that the CIA and Mossad are behind all of these revolutions. They’re behind just about all of the trouble in the world at the moment, which invariably leads back to The Satanic, Lizard Clan of Corfu, which, according to all the Hasbara and Sayanim operatives, is just an affiliate of the Vatican and a forever, unnamed group of the truly powerful in the shadows. I don’t doubt that all roads of iniquity lead to the cloven hoofed one but the individual satellites of evil are all a darkness unto themselves, beneath the wide umbrella of unrelenting, atavistic evil. It’s a Baskin and Robbins kind of a thing; 38 flavors of evil with two or three of them more popular than the rest.

It’s possible that the industrious agents of The Dark Lord are at work in every country in the world, securing everything of value for the chosen few, whose pleasures come in equal measures of possession and the enjoyment of want in others. At a certain level of evil, a great deal of pleasure is taken, just in the knowing that vast amounts of humanity are suffering at your hands and being denied by your edict. When I think of Kissinger and David Rockefeller, this comes to mind.

Intrigues and backroom, provocateur actions aside, something is rising up in the people and neither the fuel nor the food shortages have gotten to any serious extreme yet. There’s an energy of unrest and compulsive change in the air. It’s radiating from the inside out. It’s unpredictable and unmanageable and we can only hope that when they go looking for targets of opportunity; a canvas upon which to express their rage, that they take that madness of an enraged and drunken Jackson Pollock and visit it upon the bankers and all their helpmates, wherever they may be.

It won’t do to have the masses turning on each other, as the vicious and venal intend. The masses have a common enemy, nearly as great as their ignorance, which is the ancient enemy of all masses over the course of time. They have a subtle and powerful foe that can be tracked and discovered, simply by following the money and its influence. You will see bloody footprints and discarded body parts, marking the tracks of the money to wherever it has gone.

We now know that banks engineer wars for the purpose of profit. They take the savings of the people and use these funds to manufacture conflicts, in which the common man is translated into canon fodder on his own dime. You won’t get very far with any new world and it won’t be new for long, if you don’t make banking (as we know it) a capital crime. Politicians and religious figures, along with the financially powerful and the celebrated across the continents, are secondary to the mind of money, which merely purchases or rents them for its needs. They’re just cigar store Indians; no offense intended. They’re lawn jockeys for the boys in the back who need them waxing industrious in the front.

I would personally have them breaking rocks on Devil’s Island for the rest of their lives. I think quarantine is the answer. I think the whole island should be a wired, reality TV show that is broadcast like Big Brother across the airwaves each day, as a reminder of what kinds of influence you used to have to live under. I think specific individuals should be interviewed about their behavior on TV and tasered when they lie. The tazer could be set up to operate in sync with a lie detector machine. Of course, sometimes the machine might not be 100% accurate but; what difference does that make?

I think humanity would learn a great deal, watching these types interact with each other. They’d learn which characteristics to weed out of their children. I also think there ought to be a traveling exhibit of the very worst of them that goes around the world in cages, with a legend printed on the cage, describing the occupant, just like you see at the zoos. It could list their propensities and crimes and the various dangers of contact. They are as unlike that which they prey upon as a flamingo is from a crocodile.

Still, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s some kind of a cosmic ray; some kind of high tech spiritual weapon that is going to beam across the surface of the Earth and have two distinct effects on two distinct types of people. As I’ve said a time or two, I believe the fire that the wicked allegedly burn in, is the very same fire that the saints rejoice in, it’s just a matter of your relationship to it.

I also believe that with all of the dramatic social and political changes, actually in progress right now, that the most dramatic of them all is going to be Mother Nature and whatever she intends. I suspect she’s going to upset a whole lot of apple carts. I think about those islands for the rich off of Abu Dhabi, sinking back into the sea, and all the cloistered and gated communities that will suddenly become prisons, for those who’ll expire in their lock boxes... in their safe rooms. I’ve been reading about the enormous expenses the rich are engaged in, in order to survive the coming depredations caused by their behavior.

I imagine there is going to be thousands upon thousands of events that out picture an amazing irony in times to come because, after all, this is a scripted event. Everything that’s been happening has been scripted; the pedophile priests, the genocide of the Palestinians, the wars and false terror, the behavior of the bankers and their house pet politicians, the dreary entertainments and the pandering of the marketplace to every excess and indulgence. It’s all scripted. It’s all according to an eternal plot from which few escape in any given time.

Day by day, the revelations around the world, about what the bad guys have been up to, keep increasing in number and intensity. It gets more and more irrefutable and indefensible and when people start setting themselves on fire, you know that the main act has begun and that the train has left the station. There’s something about people setting themselves on fire that galvanizes a whole lot of other things, e cosi.

There’s nothing particularly revelatory in this posting. It’s just a screen capture of the way the river ran through my mind as I was writing it. It’s just the way the landscape looked and whatever was happening in the sky and in the Earth; all according to the summation of my eyes which, no doubt, might have looked entirely different to someone else. If you’ve made no effort to this point, you had better get a move on.


End Transmission.......

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