Something extremely strange is going on, strange even in the context of 2020. I can't rightly figure exactly what as yet, I can only poke around the edges of it. But I've seen enough to say with a high degree of confidence that none of what is going on is anything close to normal and that it all stinks very, very strongly of sorcery.
This Epstein thing isn't the new Watergate, mark my words. It's a thousand times bigger and shows absolutely no sign of burning itself out, as you can see from this story. $150M might not even be a rounding error to a Deutsche Bank, but nonetheless it's another clue that huge continental plates are moving silently under out feet.
I'd go so far to say that all the raving insanity we've seen go down in the past six weeks is part and parcel of this unraveling. The question then becomes will this War in Heaven come crashing down on everyone's heads, and will these maniacs take the entire world down with them?
I'd go so far to say that all the raving insanity we've seen go down in the past six weeks is part and parcel of this unraveling. The question then becomes will this War in Heaven come crashing down on everyone's heads, and will these maniacs take the entire world down with them?
If you're even a casual reader of this blog, you can probably guess my answer.
This thing might even take down the House of Windsor with it. Prince Pizza Express is a dead nonce walking and the Bastard Ginger and his pearly duchess have already been kicked to the curb, hard.
Ol' Elizardbeast is cleaning house, it seems.
This thing might even take down the House of Windsor with it. Prince Pizza Express is a dead nonce walking and the Bastard Ginger and his pearly duchess have already been kicked to the curb, hard.
Ol' Elizardbeast is cleaning house, it seems.
I love that picture because it says it all: how even the most powerful, most august institutions can go soft and be infiltrated and subverted by highly-motivated sociopaths.
Note that both Ghislaine and Little Spacey were raised by domineering, abusive fathers and seem not only to be hellbent on fucking up all the domineering, abusive fathers in their path, but to have internalized their power as well. The safe bet is that Ghislaine is toast (though I personally wouldn't bet the farm on it), but we most definitely haven't seen the last of Little Spacey.
Let's just say I wouldn't be beside myself with shock if Keyser there eventually ended up in the Oval Office for real. Sounds crazy, right? Well, it would've sounded crazy in 2019, not now.
And goddamn, those two are no slouches at signaling either. Ghislaine was reading this airy little tome at the Universal City In-n-Out Burger she was either at or photoshopped into...
But I needed to hop back into the witches' cauldron with this story, because the spellcraft is all over this story like bottle-flies on a corpse.
See, Bradford's UK namesake is not only famous for race riots and grooming gangs, it was also the site of the Horus Lodge of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.
You know, that poncey little smoking club that initiated Aleister Crowley into the occult?
“The Golden Dawn had a temple in Bradford, the Horus Temple, which was first run from the Alexandra Hotel in Great Horton Road (now a car park) and later moved to an attic in Godwin Street, Bradford. “Many of the Golden Dawn notables came to Bradford and once, briefly, its whole operation was run from there. “Mr T H Pattinson, a jeweller and watchmaker, of 6 Piccadilly, Bradford, was the original leader of the Horus Temple. He was formally a member of the Theosophical society, a branch of which still runs in Shipley.
“The Golden Dawn opened a new Temple, the Horus Temple (No. 5), in Bradford in October, 1888. That was the year of the Ripper murders in Whitechapel, London, and the commissioner of the London Metropolitan Police, James Munro, investigated the possibility of these being occult murders, perhaps for power, as the murdered women, all prositutes, represented fertility.
“Some members of the Golden Dawn also believed this to be the case. Dr William Wynn Westcott, one of the founders of the Golden Dawn movement, was also the London Coroner.
"Elspeth Wade" probably speaks to that. Just a bit.
... particularly when you see that the MDC is just across the way from Red Hook, one of the most notorious settings for a Lovecraft yarn.
Quite literally- someone on Twitter pointed out that Ten Thousand is a couple blogs away from this...
...that all they got right was "New Hampshire."
So definitely a lot of goofer dust kicked up by the Bing/Zemeckis Axis, for sure.
And of course, wicked ol' Uncle Al also gets to stick his synchro-schween into this punchbowl as well. Do note that his mortal remains were scattered on Karl Germer's estate, some fifty miles due west-- to the minute-- from the WTC.
That's karma for you, Jackie boy.
Frater Whatever-No-One-Gives-a-Fuck then shacked up with Parsons' sloppy seconds at 1801 Tamarind...
I wonder, though: did we happen to get any synchro-signals as to all of this business with Ghislaine beforehand?
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An online-store with a whole host of *fresh offerings posted up today?*
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Gosh, that would be really terrific, wouldn't you say?