(P.S. although it may not sound like this here - I am in a state of neutrality - safe and protected due to my spiritual life for which I am eternally grateful.)
So I am standing their behind the paint desk at work yesterday and this guy comes in... he is buying chalk board paint and he has wild gray blond hair and a waspy looking face - "good breeding" - he starts talking to me about how he is buying the paint for this piece of sculpture that he has done that is at the Modern Contemporary Museum in Denver and being moved to Space Gallery...(right there I am thinking "arrogant mf" telling me this bs crap when I can't respond because I am at work - not a humble bone in his body and he has me held captive - we are like those whore-dancers from the 50s - come in to our shop - pay 5 cents and we will dance with you - and you actually think we are "dancing with you" Mr. Tinydick...) he goes on... it's this sculpture that he let's the public draw on (oh that's a new idea - no one has ever thought of that before)... I said - "I wish I could speak to you liberally about this but wearing this uniform, I don't feel at ease to do so" - he questions me - "why not?" And I am thinking "because you are an arrogant asshole who thinks you are doing this great service to humanity by acting like you are God and "letting" people write on your artwork as some kind of 'commentary' on the current state of humanity and then talking to the 'girl at the paint store' about it" that's why - if I was at liberty to talk to you your eyebrows would be burnt off by now...God has "let" humanity write all over God's creation and look where it got God - you douchebag - right now while you think you are so fucking special to have done this "interactive" sculpture and "given" people the "right" to draw on your work (which is not your right to give nor is it setting a good example regarding property without a good explanation - people likely think that they should have this right always anyway so I doubt they actually "learned" anything) radiation is pouring into the Pacific - was that the right of certain "human psychopaths"? was it their "right" to assume from some MIS-understanding of the old testament that they have DOMINION over the world - the fish of the sea the birds of the air and other "people" that they don't consider "human"???- but you aren't even aware of this because your head is so far up your "artist"-ass that you think it's dark outside... then he goes on to tell me how he, at 56, realizes that he is just a speck of dust and "humanity" is so judgemental - his work has become "meaningless" - but meanwhile dude it's hanging at the Museum of Contemporary Art - that's SOOOO meaningless - and NOW - I get it - the whole thing was a pick up line - once they tell you their age - that's when you get - OH!!! He was trying to get a blow job - Here's my prayer - God - you handle this shit - I can't....
(P.S. although it may not sound like this here - I am in a state of neutrality - safe and protected due to my spiritual life for which I am eternally grateful.)
Israel's signature all over it the Fukushima Disaster - being that it occurred on March 11, 2011 - 3/22. By the way, Grimm is predicting something for March 24th this year.
It was not difficult to find a documentary to support this either. Here it is, by Jim Stone, as he is interviewed by The Daily Westerner news.
A few other tidbits - there was a 5.0 magnitude earthquake in Fukushima yesterday.
To recap - On February 6, 2017 - Radiation from reactor 2 was spilling into the pacific ocean at 530 severts per hour. A person drops dead instantly when exposed to 5 severts of radiation. I believe it is still going on - right now.
400 whales have beached in New Zealand, 75% have died, as of yesterday.
One map shows that it will take 10 days total for the radiation to hit the California Coast - so we have another 4 days - and then it should start blowing around the country, and onward to the rest of the world.
As I was trying to fall asleep last night, I had a vision of the mural at the Denver International Airport - Image Credit - http://vigilantcitizen.com/sinistersites/sinister-sites-the-denver-international-airport/ The Order Followers have respirators on, as they round all of us up who are left and herd us off to FEMA camps.
PS I hear that my nephew who works for the state dept will no God bless us.
How do we practice Natural Law when someone does not agree with us and our feelings are hurt ?
Or they are our friend and we want them to agree with every single thing we think,
because we are unknowingly using them to validate our ego?
Do we get mad and shun them? Not speak to them until they act right, according to us?
What is this but a sort of THEFT? THEFT of their trust. Theft of their right to be who they are?
We are self-cleaning! We have an inner Monarch,
who we go to when we are sore...lonely...triggered...
Outwardly, we do our best not to react.
We practice "live and let live".
We allow every individual to be a separate expression of Spirit,
and we allow each person to be their unique selves - Otherwise how do we differ from the Globalists?
Do we want everyone in our community of truth seekers to be the same?
think the same? talk the same? eat the same? consume the same? -
or are we willing to go out on a limb and practice what we preach?
It's not convenient - it's not easy- it's one way or the other -
we either practice and live by these principles or we do not.
I found this ceramic tile in the dumpster...and I painted it blue ...and then looked at it for a month and a half...till I saw the mermaid...and on February 6 I found out that the Fukushima radiation had spiked up to 530 severts per hour from 5 severts - as it has been for the last 6 years. At 5 severts per hour pouring 300,000 tons of radioactive water into the Pacific Ocean every day, but now it's up to 530 severts per hour pouring into the 300,000 tons of radioactive water, daily... I wrote something about that here - got attacked. I mentioned it to my California relatives - I got attacked. My sister told me the "Galactics" are cleaning it up, and they go about their lives being mad at Trump. My cousin told me she doesn't want to know about Fukushima - and she told me I sounded "angry" and "down" on the phone... I said I thought I am doing fairly well considering what I know - I am not depressed - I am sad - and I cry a lot for the animals - I just suddenly start weeping - like at work - last week someone ordered the paint-color "Tsunami" - a beautiful deep sea green and I had to excuse myself to the bathroom - but I don't think their is anything "wrong" with that - I grew up in California - on Tomales Bay - an ocean inlet in Northern CA - I swam their every day and brushed up against jellyfish and sharks and sting rays and seals all the time - so - it's a part of my own psychic body that is being attacked - I decided to do a Sigil for the Ocean - (not the Pacific Ocean perse because ALL the oceans are connected - come on! We know this - but somehow we tell ourselves that the Atlantic is still ok...) I had seen a pentagram in the white lines at the bottom of the painting and I thought, I will make the Sigil in the pentagram like starfish. A pentagram is a sacred symbol for The Spirit and the 4 Elements. I was able to make it like this- and I made 3 starfish Sigils in the painting.... I made 3 because 3 is the number of manifestation - Triune Sigils... The Trinity. Father>Holy Spirit>Son - Thought>Emotion>Action. I have relied on Magick and Prayer my whole life, so here I am - completely unable to do anything about this in the Dimension of Effects, but in the Dimension of Cause, I practice Natural Law and tell the Truth and Pray. It's what I CAN do. I have done a bunch of research since February 6th, and I wrote and article on my blog about it. In that article, I basically just list all the videos and articles I have read and watched about Fukushima since 2/6/17. What I concluded is that the Dark Luciferians of Israel (Rothschilds) did Fuk U Shima (Green Language - "Shima" means "mother" in Navajo) - they not only did a HAARP earthquake to create the Tsunami, but they also planted some dynamite in the Reactor, 9/11 style, to make sure it would start dumping radioactive water into the Pacific to serve their Eugenics Agenda to cut the population down to half a billion... The Reactor itself, situated right on the Pacific Coast, was designed by the satanic General Electric with Toshiba interests. *Here is my prayer for Gaia... and the sea creatures* Today, I got some Detoxadine (Nesciant Iodine) from the Health Ranger - and if I am still alive for a refill I can get it on ebay for less with free shipping. I don't know if it's going to really help - but I figure the higher radiation levels will hit California by tomorrow and probably be here in another week or so - being as I paint with heavy metals as it is and have a smart phone glued to my head a lot of the time- this can't hurt. Here is a close-up of her face. She seems fairly optimistic. I am pretty sure that it will probably take another cycle through the equinoxes, human-free, for this to come to pass, and I that what George Carlin said - "The Earth will just shake us off like a bad case of fleas..." But in the meantime - this is what I can do - and keep on keepin on. I keep an open mind that Redemption is possible at any time for everyone. © 2017 Joanna Whitney
I was listening to Mark Passio talk about Ma'at - Gaia - The Sacred Feminine...and I found this interesting crushed can. It said "Mao U7W MA 117" - a message from the Goddess...
What is your choice to be?
I had this drawing - the baby looks a bit psychopathic...
So I put them together on this piece of wood I had lying around...
...and added "a't"
16" x 24", Oil & Mixed Media on Wood, Framed...
Last week, I showed how I took the Sigils I had made and made them into flour-salt-water clay Talismans...
After baking them for a very long time, I discovered that the clay is still very fragile, so I decided to mount the Talismans on wood, and make the piece into artwork that I will hang on the wall and look at.
I spent the last several days painting the talismans and wood with oil paint,
I then decided to guild the edges of the sigils with "gold leaf" paint to bring out the original drawings...
This is the "finished" project so far, although I doubt I am finished with it...
And here is the first Talisman I made - I mounted it to wood, as well, painted with copper metalic latex and drew around it with Sharpie.
Now these will definitely be ready for my New Moon ceremony on Friday...
I have made about 15 more new sigils as well which I will share soon... I feel like these might be subjects of some new art pieces.
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*oil on paper bag, 16" x 20" aprox." So, here is my rendition of Brice Taylor (aka Susan Ford). There are no images online where Brice is looking right at us where her mouth is closed, so I had to "invent" that.
Once again, for people who are new to this series - these are my portraits of MK Ultra Operation Paperclip Mind Control survivors - Brice wrote a book called - Thanks for the Memories - her handler was Bob Hope. Brice was living a happy life in Woodland Hills, CA when she began feeling weird and she prayed and asked God to reveal the truth of what was going on with her. She then had 2 car accidents in rapid succession, at which point, during physical therapy, she began to have memories of satanic ritual abuse.
Here is a link to Brice Taylor's website(aka Susan Ford) and her book. Brice Taylor being a "Ford", makes her one of the bloodline families. As a result, the Queen of England used her as a breeder for a baby that was to belong to the Royal Family for their purposes. Brice begged the Queen to return her son to her, appealed to her as a mother. But the Queen kept her son.
She was aided by former FBI director Ted Gunderson (deceased), who helped her to escape and eventually helped her once her memories started to come back. Ted was eventually killed for naming names.
I have a friend who was a victim of satanic ritual abuse in Connecticut. Here is a link to the SRA conference which is held in Connecticut.
Here's a Youtube of Brice talking about her experience - she was a high-level mind control slave who's handler was Bob Hope. She worked for Henry Kissinger as a spy.
She had a daughter Kelly, who together, she would service Sylvester Stalone in his dolphin porn fettish... when she was under hypnosis - as a victim of trauma-based multiple personality disorder
Her book, via pdf - here for your verification...MK Ultra - operation paperclip ... I have completed 4 of my series of 15... I might do a man next, Jay Parker, David Shurter, or ... not sure...
Cathy O'brien & MK Ultra
Portraits of SRA Survivors Begun (Part 1, Cathy O'brien
Theresa from Australia
Theresa, Part 2
Cathy O'brien, Part 2
Theresa, Part 3
Fiona Barnett, Part 4
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I am feeling like I need to participate in the game those in the "know" are playing. I am not going to call them the "elite" or the "illuminati" because they are NOT. They might LIKE to be referred that way but they are SICK - psycopaths - with no care. They are just the one's who have occulted the knowledge that was meant to be for everyone.
As an artist, I have a strong feeling that my gift was not just about drawing and painting things that I feel like drawing and painting. Austin Osmon Spare, artist and warlock, shared my feelings. He too was an artist, but also an occultist. He was perhaps a little more geared toward the dark than I am - I prefer to ask for the will of God for the Highest Good and not mess around in darkness. I personally believe that was the intention to begin with - to use our powers for good. I think that, (and this is overly simplified) Hermes Trismegistus came to earth several thousand years ago and gave us ALL the principles which govern this planet which are in The Kabalyon: Mentalism, Correspondence, Polarity, Cause and Effect, Gender, Rhythm, Vibration...
From that developed the many mystery schools in Egypt, and later in Judea, India (Ayurveda & Yoga), China - Chinese Medicine, Native America (Shamanism), Celtic, Africa, around the world...
Some assholes - decided they were smarter than the rest of the "minion" and decided to occult the knowledge, and use it for themselves...the Dark Luciferians of many cultures.
Now things which used to be a part of our lives, are hidden. We are left, at the end of the 25,600 year cycle, with what those people who have the occulted knowledge are selling us.
But No! We can use it too! For ourselves and for the Higher Good of ALL.
Here is a link to a document called Practical Sigil Magic by Austin Osman Spare and re-interpreted by Frater U.D.
I worked on a BUNCH of them last night. I also reviewed Grant Morrison (comic artist and practioner of Magick), and a bunch of youtubes on Sigil Magick.
The Sigil I wrote, that I am sharing with you is "I wish that the People have a Mass Awakening to the Truth"
I followed Spare's suggestion to create an "I wish" Sigil that I can use over and over. Then I did one for "People" and one for "Mass Awakening" and one for "Truth". I started out following the directions on Sigil Daily's website, went over to Angel Fire and made a few on the Magic Square ...
I slept on it. This morning I woke up and it is definitely in my subconscious and being integrated into the way I scry. I was able to come up with this Sigil in this circle.
I am going to wait till January 27, the New Moon, to activate this Sigil,- I wish I could do it before the "inauguration) but I am going with the Moon, and Mercury going direct on the 8th, we will be well out of the outgoing shadow by then.
I encourage everyone to try this out for themselves. This is OUR information - for US - the people. It is not to be hidden for negative purposes.
http://sigildaily.com/ http://neuromagick.com/sigils-and-seals http://www.angelfire.com/journal/cathbodua/Sigils/Sigils.html (which has the magic square of the planets to create sigils - very cool, but leads into Luciferian Magick, so apply protection) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXBePJ42kdE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o83TaQmikQ4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzhOGsWvIEs
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I am hoping to expand my practice to work one-on-one. For the holidays, I am giving away a total of 3 FREE drawings with readings so I may have an experience with this so that I can go to the metaphysical stores in town and offer it as a service.
Here is a link to my work.
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I finally finished the Parrot Painting... it took a really long time to finally dry. I delivered it to my chiropractor, where it hangs proudly in his office.
here's the story of the parrot painting evolvement...
T-shirst, Prints, & Junk
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I have been through the ringer while making this picture... about 9 months give or take - I and have concluded that, although I feel tremendous guilt about the 800,000 children lost in sex trafficking satanist pedophilia rings, I have to be grateful for what I have and act grateful for what I have in order to rise above the "world" so to speak and be a part of the solution. Practice the Principle of Polarity.
There is no way that staring at "the effects" of what my culture has produced is going to make anything better. Instead, I just have to trustfully BE grateful and affect "the causal" realm,(Practice the Principle of Causation) not staring at the "macrocosm" - instead meet people one-on-one - not in the retail environment either - just one-on-one - people do the right thing, and I have to include myself in "people".
Just the other day, I was traveling home late at night on a dark road and I came upon 2 cars stopped in either direction lights shining on each other, and a guy on a bicycle. I pulled up to see what all the fuss was about - it was a raccoon sitting in the middle of the road- too scared to run to the side. They were protecting it. That is humanity at it's heart.
I prayed and the raccoon ran to the side of the road and we were free to move on our way. That's prayer and humanity - it's what what we have to work with.
I just started a new portrait of a Satanic Ritual Abuse survivor - Fiona Barnett. Fiona's story is told well on her website. She even has a documentary film about her experience linked there as well.
Again, I am using oil on a paperbag as my medium. I am attempting to use a medium that has been used for centuries to preserve images of royalty on a substrate that people throw away carelessly everyday -
I have a personal interest in this topic, and have dedicated this body of work to Deb Shubert (1957-2000), who's 2 daughters, Amanda & Melissa were subjected to Satanic Ritual Abuse in Connecticut. I have no idea if they survived. Deb was my friend - she had left her husband and moved to Woodstock, NY where I lived. She spoke of the abuse but most of us thought she was crazy as we had never heard of it back in 1996. We did our best to be her friend through her difficulties with trying to get custody of her daughters, and their father, having clout in the community, got an order of protection against her. It must have killed her that she felt so alone in this situation - knowing that none of us believed her, really. She died of cancer in 2000.
The Dark Luciferians believe that human life is for their use. They hold themselves above everyone else because of their bloodlines which go back to perhaps when the Nephilim (fallen angels) mated with the human-alien hybrids they had created - and they created an alien-human race who are psychopathic in nature and who have risen to be known as the "elite" 1% because of their ruthlessness in business.
They have stolen 85% of the world's wealth and resources for themselves - The Rothschilds (Khazarians) and the Jesuits - among the tip top of the pyramid.
The Rockefellers being the American Arm of the Rothschilds. All these families engage in Satanic Ritual Abuse, which is how they create generational control over their New World Order Agenda.
Fiona Barnett is a survivor, where so many thousands of unaccounted-for children die.
Pizzagate is exposing to the mainstream only a tiny portion of this child-trafficking ring which financially and spiritually keeps the satanists going - it is the sap of their poisonous tree which will bring humanity to extinction.
Why? As an artist, what am I supposed to do? Sit back and watch as the money-holders destroy our beautiful planet? Am I supposed to do plein air paintings or pictures of pets?
I had to ask myself why? and what can I do? What is going on that is causing those with money to deny Native American's their water supply and the Treaty that was established? Why is Big Oil not utilizing free energy as our planet species come closer to extinction? Why is Monsanto and other big Ag Companies turning a blind eye to the extinction of bees? Why is the US Navy sending sonic blasts through the ocean floor killing off the Great Barrier Reef which until now, has survived 300 billion years? WHY?
The only explanation which has made sense is that these Luciferian Bloodlines are feeding their Archon gods with our low-frequency emotions and blood - and what keeps that going is trauma-based sex-slavery and mind-control. They have some plan for escape for themselves, or this extinction is part of their eugenics agenda to reduce the earth's population.
As an artist, if I don't see images bringing attention to this situation, so I am bringing some. Cathy O'brien & MK Ultra
Portraits of SRA Survivors Begun Part 1, Cathy O'brien
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Theresa, Part 2
Theresa, Part 3
Part 3: Theresa from Australia & Pizzagate, and the world wide Pedophilia aspect of the NWO gameplan
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There will likely be another human baby sacrifice on the Winter Solstice in the basement of the Navarre across the street from the Brown Palace hotel in Denver, CO - performed by the Illuminati Council of 13- At 1725-1727 Tremont Place, Denver, CO. The Navarre was once a Bordello, they dug a tunnel from the Brown Palace across the street to the basement of the Navarre - now the Council of 13 take that tunnel - they are Larry Mizel, Leonard Millman, and Bush/Rockefeller/Rothschild bloodlines - I have been told that one could hang at the Ship's Tavern Bar and watch the hooded figures descend through the unmarked door between the restrooms to head through the tunnel across the street to the Anschutz Corporation owned Navarre. It has been going on bi-annually for years now - and will continue because Denver is the Capitol of the New World Order - the CIA moved there in 2005 - you should see the airport murals - Devil Mountain, DIA, Denver, NORAD and Roswell are all on the 104th Ley Line... This has been written about extensively year after year - here are some MORE links to prove it - and if you still don't believe it - you can call Stew Webb (website below) and ask him - I did. Governor Hickenlooper and Mayor Michael Hancock are in Larry Mizel's back pocket so no one has done anything about this... http://www.stewwebb.com http://beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2014/04/illuminati-council-of-13-human-sacrifice-denver-colorado-2941926.html http://www.stewwebb.com/2013/06/29/illuminati-council-of-13-busted-human-sacrifice-denver-june-21-witching-hour/ https://inpursuitofhappiness.wordpress.com/2014/12/21/illuminati-council-of-13-human-sacrifice-denver-colorado-dec-20-21/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1spvSl5cLQ http://12160.info/forum/topics/alert-illuminati-council-of-13-human-sacrifice-in-denver-colorado http://galacticconnection.com/vt-was-right-illuminati-sacrifice-busted/
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Cathy O'brien will be 59, December 7, so I decided to paint her in her more current incarnation.
underpainting, oil on paper 17" x 19"
Today, I am beginning my series on MK Ultra mind-control sex slaves and victims of Satanic Ritual Abuse. Originally, I had planned to do oil on canvas for realistic portraits, however, in flipping through a book about portraits, I decided to use a paper bag
as the toned paper for this first portrait of Cathy O'brien - because #1 the toning of the paperbag is the perfect middle-tone of skintone, and additionally - it's a "throwaway" product - paper bags and cardboard- throwaway products - just like the culture of using children as mind-control sex slaves is throwing them away, trashing their lives - after they have served their purpose to some other "people" who believe that they have the "authority" to use people in this manner - what an enormous violation of Natural Law this is - murder, theft, rape, theft of personal space - and the order-followers involved in making this happen, along with the perpetrators themselves - it's astonishing.
...their lives have been ruined. They are split into multiple personalities to deal with the trauma - they are treated as garbage - there is no thought of the spark of God within each child born - or the potential that they might be in the world as an expression of the Creator...
instead people are used as products - 100s of thousands of children every year....
Cathy O'brien has written several books about her life which can be found at http://trance-formation.com/.
I was asking myself the question - why? Why are "we" not caring about the earth? Why are we allowing bees to become extinct? Why is an oil company running a pipeline through Native Land? - and I found this missing link - in the highest levels of government worldwide - the fish rots from the head - we treat our own children in this depraved manner - and the populace ignores it - then of course we would trash the planet, it makes perfect sense.
Later, I have remembered some people close to me in my life who have suffered from Satanic Ritual Abuse - I remember how I secretly thought it was impossible at the time, and now I see things differently. This series is a tribute to them - and it is also the old use of art - to tell the story that the main stream media refuses to tell.
I am now starting a portrait of Theresa from Australia... I think this was the first video I saw that really opened my eyes to what is really going on... I believe this was an Australian 60 minutes but the footage is from April 9 & 16 of 1989, when this girl Theresa was 15 years old.
In brief, Theresa's mom, unable to care for her, gave her to her father, and her father turned her over to his mother "Nan", a satanist, who then made her a "breeder" for satanists in their town in Australia.
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Theresa had several babies which were killed by the cult, and she was made to eat them and drink their blood, while she was also sexually traumatized by the cult.
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Cathy O’brien is an MK Ultra Mind Control victim, who at age 9, was sold by her parents into the CIA’s custody, in exchange for her father being given the opportunity to work in weapons manufacturing. Read about it in her book:
Trance-Formation of America found on her website Trance-formation.com (Full text is available free at archive.org)
Monarch Programming was "invented" by the Nazi Scientists during WWII (funded by the Rothschilds) and brought to America after the war - known as Operation Paperclip. The Rothschild's have a long-term agenda to control the world. They practice generational programming of their own children, as Dark Luciferians, through torture and pedophilia, so that very few escape. There are Light Luciferians
The Rockefeller's are the American arm of the Rothschild family. The Rothschilds funded Standard oil back in the late 1800s, and they have been joined ever since.
Some Rothschild's were programmed by Dr. Mengele himself known to them as Dr. Green - at the Pentagon. Once again, the shape of the pentagon is within a reversed pentagram.
Throughout her enslavement, Cathy was used by Sen. Robert C. Byrd of VA, Ronald Reagan, Gerald Ford among many others, and In 1978, was raped by Hillary Clinton.
They used the letters MK "Mind Kontrol" "Ultra" secret - and Monarch Butterfly to signify a complete transformation.
Briefly, the Rothschilds own everything, including candidates and countries. There are only 5 countries left without Rothschild Central Banks. Our Federal Reserve Bank is a Rothschild Bank. Mayer Amschel Rothschild said "Give me control of a nation's money and I care not who makes it's laws".
The Rothschilds are Khazarians who converted to Judaism in 740 AD for political asylum, but are not Jews, but Turks or Huns. Many continued their pagan religion which they were trying to protect from Christian and Islamic influence. The Rothschild want a New World Order which would mean they would be in total control of the whole world. They use satanic ritual and abuse to control their family members and high-level politicians, and celebrities who want stardom, through sexual perversion, pedophilia, and blood sacrifice... There are many articles verifying this on the internet. Here is one I like.
There are even darker forces at work behind the Rothschilds themselves. David Icke has a good video on that available on youtube. In this presentation, from August 16, 2016, he talks about Cathy O'brien.
We have a world in which the source of financial power cares nothing about life, love and the pursuit of happiness in the highest sense. They care only about furthering their agenda and using life for their own purposes. No respect for life or nature - hence bees going extinct - Native American Lands being stolen again - the Great Barrier Reef dead at the hands of the US Navy and hundreds of other atrocities being revealed every day. In fact, it sounds alot like Agenda 21.
You may not "like" what I say in my article. You might comment that I am "spreading lies". I invite the reader to investigate for themselves and draw their own conclusions. We still do have Freedom of Speech and I invite those who do not believe this article to do the work and Investigate!
The Illuminati Formula to Create an Undetectable Total Mind Control Slave by Fritz Springmeier on Amazon or there are many free pdfs on the internet.
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The Yeti & The Mermaid Series are a pictorial story about 2 people who needed help and helped each other. One was an unemployed unconventional girl who was trying to find her way in the world and the other was a chronically homeless man with brain damage. Oil with Collage and Paper Mache on Wood. Prints available here.
The mermaid was lost. She had lost her footing long ago... she was trying to find the Ocean. She had walked on dry land for too long and she was thirsty. She had lost her way. She had become disoriented from dehydration. In her daze, she thought she had found her partner who lived near the ocean. She mistook the ocean for the Ocean. He was an illusion...the one she thought she saw and now she found herself wandering, wondering, wanting... seeking, searching... and her passage took her away from the Aquamarine City where she had found herself 8 years hence, to her place of origin.
The mermaid came from "money" originally, or at least from the "appearance" of money and therefore was imbued with an overwhelming sense of entitlement. The real world slapped her in the face like a cold salt water wave. It went up her nose and almost drowned her. She came from a place of total chaos and confusion, to which she had "checked out" and into a world of her own where she either dominated or was painfully shy. She had spent much of her life just clearing her head from that formidable misunderstanding.
She was a late bloomer. The current "stage" she was going through had been set by the 2008 crash where she had lost her professorship and had been unemployed and had lost her home and had couch-surfing for 6 years. She had finally gotten moved out of the city and, like a piece of driftwood which had been lodged in a tide pool, she was suddenly in the open sea.
Teaching college freshmen wasn't really "her thing" anyway so she didn't really care so much about that - it was the desire to find her place that drove her, and the fear of financial insecurity, which made her a constant self-seeker, even when trying to be kind.
She had found that life went best when her pursuits came from the Universe, originally. Unfortunately, it was way late when she made that discovery due to the entitlement-thing - long after she had missed many wonderful opportunities.
The result was - she was as lost as she had always been, but now there were no jobs. She had always been able to get a job - but she was never able to keep them for long. A friend offered to pay for her return to the east. She decided to west. She had a feeling that she was supposed to go.
What she found when she got there was unexpected. The Ocean she remembered from childhood had dried up... it was gone, or it had never existed. Perhaps it had been a mirage in a futile desert. She had to find the deep vast wide bottomless Source within herself instead. She had to say farewell to her clan once and for all. She had pulled the Tower card. The tie was severed. The real reason for her journey west was yet to be revealed.''
The yeti was a scary creature. He was terrifying ... but in his heart of hearts he wanted to be loved. He wanted to be different but he did not know how. No one would go near him. He was shunned. He was kicked out of places that say "all are welcome". He had his facade - he had chosen "Crazy-with-a-Capital-C" (CwaCC) as his method of functioning because it had worked. When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout - create a diversion.
The dark and the light are part of the Whole - to Unify them requires Listening to the Source...
The mermaid met the yeti in the street. She first saw him ranting to himself one night in the cold dark air. He slept on the pavement. Made his shelter on the boulevard. Laid his head on the highway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him as a statesman; making a formal address; commanding a large audience of admirers...
She had a flash of recognition. She knew - that was the purpose of her journey - to help him find his way. She offered him her time, since that was her most valuable gift and all she really had. She could not understand him through her logic, so she listened to him with her Heart, and she heard him. He was looking for the Ocean too. He was really a Marlin. He had emerged in this life as a boy-child, and had quickly become a yeti to disguise himself due to his chaotic surroundings. Now he was lost and could not find his way home ... just like her in a certain way. The difference, she thought, was that she knew she was a mermaid. It was much later she realized that she was wrong. The yeti actually thought he was a yeti when he was really a small-boy child with a marlin spirit. He was far into the woods of self-deception. He had a long walk ahead of him. Helping him made her own journey out of the woods bearable.
The yeti kept people at arms length and it also endeared him to certain other CwaCC people - plus he got free cigarettes and the occasional bud and free food. He didn't have to "work" a normal schedule and since he's an "artist" and a "scientist" he is too smart to live a normal life - CwaCC works, sort-of. The only problem with CwaCC is that he can't really live indoors because he would have to actually deal sanely with neighbors and bills and regular meals and of course there is the loneliness which leads him to do stupid things like light fires in the living room... the other downside to CwaCC is the occasional run-in with the cops which lands him in hand-cuffs and the eventual four-point restraints in the psych ward, shot up with major tranquilizers... But he's used to it - it' been going on like this since the 70s.
In the 70s sometime, the yeti was a semi-normal guy, working a 9-5 job. He had recently been honorably discharged from basic training in the Army for a physical ailment and he was not yet 21. He got a job as a chemist for a place that was a subcontractor of the DOD and the work they were doing was ultimately to support the war machine, so when he ended up dosed on 12 hits of Owsley's purple ohm domes at a seemingly innocent after-work dinner party where he was schtuping the doctor's wife, no one questioned it. It was not the first time he had done LSD, but never that much at once.
Soonafter, he was taken by his parents to the local nuthouse. No thought of MK Ultra programming came to mind. It seemed innocent enough that he was now doing the Thorazine shuffle and living in a half-way house for a year, where he celebrated his coming of age, with serious brain damage and taking big medications that would block the part of his brain that is still tripping. His polysomes are forever disaggregated.
The yeti had asked the mermaid to help him find his way back to the Ocean. He knew something was not right but he didn't know what. He had been chronically homeless for 40 years, on and off. From seeing the mermaid, he remembered that he once swam freely in the Ocean, but he could not remember exactly what happened that had made him become a yeti. The mermaid seemed to know more than he did about the Ocean and how to get there. Although they did not understand one another, they learned how to get along. They had absolutely nothing in common, except that they were both looking for the Ocean.
Besides, she smelled good. She had that fragrance of saltwater and seaweed that reminded him of something before. He remembered that he once felt better than being a strange boy, and he longed to be free, so he followed the mermaid. He had the stubborn personality of a goat and she had the firey personality of a comet. She burned his hooves and he trampled on her fins, but they stuck together because they recognized their vulnerability, in a world where most people were asleep.
Once Unity is created between the dark and the light forces, continuous listening to various needs and wants through prayer and meditation is required to keep balance.
The yeti has quite a tale to tell. He grew up bi-coastal. His dad worked for the DOD as an undercover agent and he is the oldest of 6. He was the smartest and therefore was treated differently - and not in a good way - it's a typical dilemma when dealing with pure Evil. He had been offered a not entirely free ride through Princeton as a PhD candidate in math, but Dad said no because he did not want to pay for it.
Dad, the secret agent man - Mom, the abandoned wife - pissed-off that Dad is always gone, abuses the kids while Dad is absent and then is remorseful later - the kids grow up in this weird, other-worldly, unstable environment - which they learn to believe is "normal" and they recreate it for themselves as adults - and they hate each other because they remind each other of the horrid feelings of childhood - instead of caring for one another as a family unit, the kids create one obvious scapegoat to compare themselves to and live their separate lonely lives... the scapegoat in this case, was the yeti.
He is an awkward boy, super brainiac and very tall and gawky, and the son of a high-ranking government official; so he is above the law - and never has consequences for his actions. The cops run his plates and drive off before ever pulling him over. Living without consequences as a youngster leads to nothing good later - an inability to fit in to society may start out as unconventionally cool but ends up just plain homeless, due to having "gotten away with it" all those years.
At heart, the yeti desired love. He longed to be indoors and for a companion, a family, a community - he's getting old. The lure of the catch-as-catch-can swindle is no longer of interest to him. Every day at about 4 o'clock he would have an existential crisis when he realized he was going to be sleeping outside again. He is trying to clean up his act - but Crazy does not bode well for him, and Crazy is all he knows... as he goes to various community groups trying to find a way out. He is like the steer who jumps the slaughterhouse fence and runs headlong into traffic - free at last!. The problem is - he is still a steer - and steers just don't know how to behave in the City.
His hooves slip on the pavement. He becomes more afraid - now not only of the life he leaves, but of what awaits him - there is no love in sight - fear looks like aggression - an enormous 1500 pound animal barreling through the residential neighborhood might be shot by "authorities" in this day of conformity - and in some ways it is safer for the steer standing in it's own excrement in the feed lot yard - the inevitable death guarantees peace. It is a dilemma we face in our world today. The Age of Submission to the Materialistic God has made humans complacent to an oddball... they kill it and then find out what it is.
When it came to helping the yeti, the mermaid had to call on all her special friends for help - the faeries & the butterflies, the Holy Spirit & the Ocean itself. She called & prayed & cast spells because even though the yeti followed her around, he was gruff & tough & a little wild. He lived outside, so he could never let his guard down & just be the man that he was. She needed help from all of her family, her elders & her sisters & brothers and she needed help from her cohorts. She needed help from her community like she had never needed it before.
Some time ago, after much spiritual pursuit, the mermaid had a Burning Heart experience - in which, for 3 days, she felt her heart burn with a supernatural feeling. She knew Who it was, and she knew Why it was happening. She had prayed and asked for a physical feeling that she could have in her Spirit, as a refuge. Ever since then, her life has not been the same, and when she got quiet, she could feel that supernatural burn any time she likes.
The trade-off seems to be that she now attracts others like her who are seeking this kind of Closeness. Those others are usually on the fringe. She must remain humble and follow behind the Flame, and It leads her along her path. She must stand by the door. She must never go all the way in. She must stand there and show others how to get through the door to God.
The yeti has been cast out of society. He is very ill emotionally. He is splintered into many personalities and he can be very mean to the mermaid. She tried very hard not to take it personally most of the time - she tried to remember being that way herself as a child...in addition she thinks of her mentors and what they have done, the stories they have relayed, and she draws on their strength and experience.
If he could be any other way, he would - he is just grasping for seconds of power and then enduring hours of agony as a result of biting the hand that feeds him. He rambles incessantly. He rants and raves. He rhymes sometimes and he filters through personalities - Fruit Loops, Cap'n Crunch, Crunch Berries, Wiley Coyote, & Cocoa Puffs, but the mermaid could see through all of this and sees simply a little boy dying for a friend.
It seemed that the mermaid was criticized by her family-of-origin and was rejected by her immediate kinfolk in the Land of Set, for taking a liking to the yeti and since she had tuned in to his "frequency", life without him became gray and flat. Once again she was forced to choose the hard path - to turn away from family and "friends" and reach out to the yeti.
Her first task was to bring him out of the First Dimension. He was just a point in space. A mind that doesn't work right and a body that won't die. She started to feed him - he was emaciated from living on the street. He had to walk for miles for each meal. Breakfast at the northeast church. Lunch at the middle church. Dinner at the southwest church. Mickey-Ds in between.
This west coast town where they both grew up used to be a place of considerable compassion and freedom.
Over the years it had become Babylon. It is a place where people do not take care of each other but instead neglect and despise the weaker ones. They just seem to stand and watch people die - They have some rationalization that seems to work for them. - watch TV - turn a blind eye - it's all cliche, but it's startlingly real.
Most of the people are medicated. The mermaid had never met so many people on "medication". They were either smoking weed or are on antidepressants or both. It is an epidemic.
The mermaid wondered why it was so obvious to her and not to others that they are depressed because they have cut themselves off from Love. There was also a strange vibe in the air there. Oppressive, like HAARP mind-control might feel. The mermaid found that she herself had no energy to explore or venture out to meet new people or follow her usual interests. She could not understand this except that she felt as though there were strange frequencies of ultra-sound introduced in the atmosphere that were preventing her normal brain functioning. She felt weighed down as if by an invisible anvil. Others did not seem to feel the same way particularly. The people who lived there, who had always been active, still seemed to be active, but the majority were stuck in the muck.
It seemed obvious to the mermaid: they are despondent because they had no principles. They are unhappy because they sold out to convenience rather than standing up - caring for their brothers and sisters, cherishing the earth. What is apathy but suppressed fear and anger eating away at the lining of the stomach, brain, nerves... causing disease.
The yeti is an elder now. He gets a monthly check, but fearing that he will spend it unwisely he gave it all away in the first week and then lived on nothing eating nothing for the rest of the month. He was skin and bones. His brain would not function well without nutrition.
When she met him, the yeti was staying in the Catholic Church rectory at night. It was a st-joseph-worker church so the priests took in the poor. They slept among the pews on the floor, but at least they were indoors. The homeless shelters were maxed out and you had to follow too many rules and there was no housing anyway so you would end up back on the street, so why bother? The yeti could not follow all the rules anyway so he just stayed in the rectory and called himself a Catholic. He had to go to Mass before they fed them breakfast daily.
The mermaid herself lived out of town about half an hour northeast of Cooltown in a more ethnic neighborhood where there were no obvious homeless people, just a poor Hispanic 'hood. She was renting a room from an old friend who had been able to buy a small house there and was now renting out all his rooms to pay the mortgage.
It's the whites that abandon their family members to the street and the non-whites that give their disabled uncle a room in the house.
After a few weeks, the yeti moved to the 'hood and set up camp next to a church 2 houses away from the mermaid. The mermaid's landlord friend was pretty unhappy to hear this and the mermaid feared that her living situation was threatened, but she could not convince the yeti to move back to Cooltown. The mermaid begged the yeti to move back to the Catholic worker church but the yeti said that this guy named Pete jerked off every night in the pews and he could not sleep with all the noise.
Once the yeti set up camp inland, the cops immediately rolled him and took him to the nut farm 50 mi away. The mermaid got a call that he was lost and wandering around in wealthy neighborhoods disturbing the peace with no way to get home. He had been shot up with Halidol and dumped in a park with a bus pass and no map. The mermaid drove an hour and a half to find him and bring him back.
At that point she made him a little card to keep in his wallet to show the cops that he "belonged" to her, asking them to call her before they took him in again. It was a periodic thing, she was told, that the cops would make him dump his pockets on the ground looking for a reason to arrest him so they could move him out of the residential neighborhood. The yeti had a complex filing system for all his important papers and cards and money. The cops could care less about this and it would take the yeti 4 hours to reorganize his pockets after a roll.
The mermaid began to take the yeti to the food pantry every week, getting rice and beans which she cooked with vegetables to bulk him up.
She began to touch him - reaching out her hand to hold his. It had been so many years since he has felt human contact - sometimes he loved it and sometimes he lashed out at her. Sometimes they held each other for a long time.
She gave him a set of watercolors and a pad of paper so he could begin to paint again. He began to write stories. He bought a Scrabble set and they begin to play.
She snuck him into her house and let him shower when the roommates were out, several times a week. He had a planet fitness membership himself, but it took a bus ride to get there so he was only able to use it once a week. He had mite-bites on his skin, maybe from a soup-kitchen or clothes from the freebox.
On his birthday she took him to her sister's house in the country. The yeti began to fall in love with the mermaid, and the mermaid had not had a partner for many years and had to stave off those feelings herself because she knew where that would lead. It was just a distraction which would easily destroy their bond. She knew that he was just in love with Love, and that it was another mechanism to send him back reeling into space when she ended up being uncontrollable. She got a lot of advice from her friends about this.
The roommates did not like the yeti. The roommates seemed to sacrifice people who are not like them, and keep them in a portion of their minds where they are separate and need to be caged or scorned. This seemed to make the roommates feel better about themselves. One of them had an eating disorder. Another went to detox every month. Another was cooking meth in his room. They needed to make the yeti worse than them to justify their behavior.
Even though the yeti was attempting to become a member of society again and give up his wild ways, the roommates did not offer much help. They told the mermaid that the yeti could only be near the house 10 minutes before she was planning to leave - because "what would the neighbors think?" Really? Yes, they really said that.
This was so unusual to the mermaid that she shuddered to hear it. In the Aquamarine City, where the mermaid used to live before she stumbled "back home", people she knew play the Good Samaritan everyday if need be. With all her difficulties, the mermaid never went without a roof over her head, and she was used to seeing her spiritual family going out of their way to help those who ask for help and really meant it. She had never seen such cold hearts.
One day, the mermaid awakened to buckets of rain pouring out of the sky. She ran outside and put the yeti in her car which is parked just past the house. That was the day that the mermaid decided that God would place the Cloak of Invisibility on him so that he would be safe and not be seen by the roommates.
It rained hard and steadily for 5 hours while the roommates watched a PBS Special about helping people who were less fortunate. The roommates never asked the mermaid, that day, how the yeti was faring in the rain.
After that day, the mermaid no longer cared what people thought or about whether her roommates would kick her out. The similarity to "no room at the inn" was too close to this situation. She could not allow the yeti to sleep outside anymore. She prayed for an answer.
An intuitive thought came that she could park her car over by where the 18-wheeler trucks park overnight and she could let the yeti sleep in her car. She would have to give him her extra set of car keys and trust that he would not get behind the wheel. She was worried about this a little, but she decided to trust him. She could walk back to her house to sleep and get up in the morning and bring him coffee and oatmeal. Then at least, he would not be outside on the ground and susceptible to the dangers of the streets in the unfriendly city.
After months of work: sleepless nights. great interference with what she would rather be doing, interruptions to her work, the jangling wee hour phone calls, driving on dark roads with the scary guy, innumerable dealings with the police & sanitariums, sharing food, money, & home and car...finally the yeti's hard exterior began to crack open.
He told the mermaid that he loved her & that he trusted her to lead him to the Ocean where he knew that he could remember how to be himself again.
The mermaid went with the yeti to his shrink to find out his diagnosis. She helped him get back on his medication. She knew this might be only a temporary solution - that with a sufficient spiritual experience, all his selves could Unite under one Guardian, and he could drop that man-made answer that just takes the edge off...
She talked to his brother about his rantings and ravings and found out that everything he said is actually true. His family has decided that he is "happier" on the street. That's just "family-speak" for "we are unwilling to go to the lengths necessary to find him what he really needs". His siblings are all wealthy and many have empty houses, but would not give the yeti a place to live. The mermaid sees this happening in her own family.
The yeti needed someone to live with him. He is Up and Down and All Around, but not in the ordinary sense. In the Aquamarine City, the mermaid knows people who have come back around the corner from that which the yeti suffers. She knew that she must get him back there to find someone who could help him.
But how to get back there? The mermaid prayed about it. A few weeks later she saw her old area code show up on her phone.
A friend showed up unexpectedly from the Aquamarine City. He is a veteran, and he tells stories of how many services there are there for veterans. The yeti is a veteran.
They had looked into that option already there from a craigslist ad but to no avail. Services were tapped out and the VA in this Abaddon seemed to be run by money-hungry corrupt non-profits which would pop up whenever the feds made money available for vets. The money would magically disappear when it came to actually getting the veteran's services. Housing was so sought-after that not even the VA could make an inroad. After many weeks, a lady from a small non-profit had called the mermaid to offer the yeti a seedy SRO. The mermaid had not even considered the VA a viable option.
The friend promised to help the mermaid and the yeti get hooked up with services in the Aquamarine City. That settled it. They started making plans to leave. The yeti spent his check that month on getting the mermaid's car ready for travel. He wanted to go.
The mermaid searched her heart for the right answer feeling unsure that taking a trip far away was correct, because she would leaving behind her family-of-origin for forever this time, she knew. Right as she was leaving they told her they wanted her to stay. But when she was there she rarely saw them and they disapproved of her life and her decisions.
It did not matter. She had to try for the sake of the yeti because she alone could not provide him what he needed. She prayed a prayer that works when she does not know what to do: "Bless it or Block it" As the time to leave drew nearer, it continued to seem right.
She had lost her tiny little job making $100 per week helping her cousin with dementia make art. Her cousin had had a stroke so she was let go. She paid her last month's rent with barter, her room had been given to another, she was about to have no home herself - so it seemed appropriate that she get in the car with the yeti and drive 1200 miles east to the Aquamarine City. The yeti was in a combination of terrible fear and excitement about the trip himself. He pondered and flip-flopped as they both wait for the day to arrive.
The day to leave finally came, and the yeti & the mermaid got in the car to drive to the Aquamarine City. It was to take them 3 days to get there. They had planned to sleep in rest areas along the route. The trip itself was ghastly. The yeti had told the mermaid before they left that he knew how to tie their belongings to the roof-rack of the car. The mermaid at this point had only begun to learn that the yeti really knew how to do nothing besides wash dishes and roll cigarettes make pretty drawings and write stories about spies.
He has no idea how to tie luggage to a car using rope. Somewhere between here and there in an incredible wind storm, bags flew off the car roof. The mermaid lost a bunch of stuff that was near to her heart. They slept in a rest area where it was cold and raining. The yeti was ranting and arguing with the neighbors all night.
Next morning, the mermaid crawled up on the car-roof to retie her belongings. She has brought everything back with her. Much more than she came with. She has been gone from the Aquamarine City for 8 months, and she had been prolifically creative in that time.
The following day of driving was worse than the one before. The mermaid was baffled. She had thought the trip was going to be fun! Instead it was a dark night of the soul. They slept in a rest area just outside Las Vegas. Once again, the yeti made enemies all night with gambler youth that drove in and out of the rest area. They were making fun of him because his ass was hanging out of his jeans.
They started driving at dawn, and the mermaid prayed a lot, and had periods of mental rest followed by hours of turmoil in which they were incredibly cruel to one-another. The mermaid did not know how to deal with the depth of her despair and his. In addition, she has forgotten that the weather at that time of year is still cold as they get closer to the Aquamarine City. At some point, the yeti opened the car door as they sped down the highway, threatening to jump. In retrospect, the mermaid guessed the yeti would almost rather die physically than face the unknown.
When she was 8 hours from her destination, she realized that it would be too cold to stop. She had already been driving for 16 hours and it was the middle of the night, but realized that she must continue to avoid the freezing temperatures. She had drank a Redbull a few hours prior and then had a 2nd one thinking that would help her stay awake.
Instead, on her sensitive system, it activated her "crazy". Just outside of a wealthy resort area, she had a meltdown and the yeti took the keys out of the ignition threatening to throw them into the woods. Somehow she convinced him to give them back. She begged and pleaded. This is one of the only times that the mermaid wondered if the yeti was going to kill her and dump her body. There was one other time when she feared this was going to happen, but he had always joked about killing her and plugging her body into the wall. Was it a joke? She knew she was delirious and had to just keep going. If ever there was a time to trust God, that was it. She trusted God even if she did not trust the yeti.
Finally, in early May they arrived at her girlfriend's house in the Aquamarine City and they are greeted with the answer - Yes - it was the Right Thing. Amazing Grace...the mermaid's friend, the butterfly girl began to help the mermaid heal the yeti. A long process was still before them, but the mermaid was no longer alone.
And how did she know it was the Right Thing? Because there was a group to help her. It was not just her working tirelessly for the yeti - there are others - people who help. There are people who were friendly. There were human beings who reached out and offered friendship and understanding.
The Wholeness is created through balance of listening to the emotional and intellectual parts of the self through reaching to the Spirit through the Heart and linking all together.
In the end, which is the beginning, the yeti & the mermaid found the Ocean & they are living, happily ever after, as people, in veteran's supported housing in the Aquamarine City. There names are Eloise and George.
The veteran friend, Bob, and Eloise, took George to the VA Hospital the next day and got his services activated. Next, they got him a VA Supported Housing counselor and he was given 2 options - wait for housing to open up in the VA Domiciliary or go back to the street and wait. Eloise was going to sleep on Bob's couch at his Airstream Trailer, without plumbing.
George had been acting weird ever since they arrived in Cheyenne. He was acting out. He was on his meds but he was stomping his and having tantrums. He did not want Eloise to stay with Bob. He accused her of secretly having an affair with Bob - even though he was not her boyfriend. He threatened to take his next check and buy a ticket to Dulles. He claimed he had high school friends in Virginia and he was just going to GO! Eloise did not really think he could pull it off but it still worried her - but there was nothing she could do - she had no where else to go but Bob's.
George spent a few more weeks out on the street in Cheyenne, and it changed him for the better. Hail storms drove George indoors to the Cheyenne Shelter for several weeks and then to calling his VASH counselor and surrendering his freedom to the VA Dom. He lived there for 6 months, getting socialized and fed, sleeping allot and taking his meds while Eloise lived at Bob's without plumbing and worked at Safeway.
This 6 months was good for both Eloise and George and that , the Cheyenne Housing Authority awarded George a Section 8 voucher which included Eloise as his unofficial caretaker. They were given an enormous 2 bedroom apartment on the edge of the wealthiest old neighborhood in Cheyenne. Eloise got a much better job at a hardware store and George is still on the mend, but they have many friends helping them who they also help. They have community - a family of their own creation, and they are especially blessed because they helped each other.
Eloise realized that she needed to stabilize and get a job. She realized that she had some things to learn that she could get from working a mainstream job and still have plenty of time to do her creative work. George is her friend, even though he keeps insisting they are romantically involved, Eloise remains his caretaker.
George is amazing. He reads a lot of books and listens to classical music on the radio. Last October, they adopted an older dog from the pound and now George and Eloise allow the wonders of the soulsweetness of doglove into their hearts. Recently, George got his driver's permit and he helps Eloise with driving. Every time friends come to town they comment on the amazing transformation they see in George, and in Eloise, too!
Masons run on both sides of my family. My grandfather on my mother's side, was a Mason and member of the Marshall Lodge No. 848 F. and A. M. and a diamond-cutter from the Bronx, a Jew. When he died, in his early 40s, the Masons presented my grandmother with a beautiful illuminated manuscript book and annagram. Several of his brother's signatures are included in the back of the book. Clearly, that Masonic Lodge was a Light Masonic Lodge.
My great uncle, the namesake of my grandfather, JLW, on my father's side, was a member of the dark occult Brotherhood of Death: Skull and Bones, located only at Yale University. This link provides an amazingly documented story of Skull and Bones, Yale, and the families involved. It is quite fascinating. Here is Wikipedia's version. Those wanting to see and understand our family and our relationship to those Skull and Bones members can check out The Whitney Group's research.
Fascinated by the hullabaloo, I began doing some research into Masons in general. A dear friend of mine here in Denver is a Mason and his daughter is in Eastern Star and Job's Daughters. I knew that Freemasonry, in and of itself, probably is not "evil", but it contains knowledge and ways to access levels of consciousness which, when used for ill can and is used for mass mind-control.
Gratefully, I discovered that my grandfather was not a "Bonesman", but a Doctor of Psychiatry, who, with my grandmother, EGW, brought Jungian practice to San Francisco, CA., but who fell ill and died in mid-life. His uncle, James Lyman Whitney was my great uncle and was Librarian: born in Northampton, Mass., Nov. 28, 1835; graduated from Yale College in 1856; was chief of the catalogue department in the Yale library for many years and in that capacity edited the Ticknor catalogue of Spanish Literature and other similar publications. In 1899 he became librarian of the Boston Public Library. As tame as that sounds, he was initiated into the Skull and Bones as all members are through a series of rituals including the Killing of Care. Skull and Bones members also engage in acts of pedophilia when they go off to Deer Island for their retreats.
Still, I was intrigued that my great uncle was a member and that so many of our family continues to attend Yale. The aforementioned article states that all Yale presidents, since 1856 have been members of the satanic order or have had close associations to it.
Skull and Bones came into the public eye when it was discovered that George Bush Sr. and George Dubya, as well as John Kerry and Al Gore ALL are members... many political decisions are made in these secret societies with these elite members in high places. It is the goal of this secret society to ensure the employment of it's members in society.
The Skull and Bones symbol comes from the Master Mason Tracing Board. The Skull represents the "mind" and the bones represent the "will" - skull and bones means thought and action without care. On the Master Mason tracing board it is a warning about always needing compassion. The dark occultists are psychopaths who believe in "Killing the Care" - acting without compassion, because then you can do whatever you want to serve the egoic will. Number 322 refers to Genesis chapter 3 verse 22 regarding the "fall" of man: the Luciferian Initiation. I invite you all to look it up! Mark Passio discusses it here.
People these days like to sling around terms like “Freemason” and “Illuminati” and speak as if all Masons are sorcerers. Like tools, freemasonry, kaballah and tarot are occulted knowledge which is very powerful and can be used for good or evil. Because it has been “occulted” - or hidden – the knowledge had been used primarily for evil work, but could easily be used for good if it were known. Even the word “occult” sent shivers up my spine. I thought all occult knowledge was wrong and stayed away from it. Recently I learned that “occult” comes from the latin occultare which means “hidden”. So occult knowledge is hidden knowledge – neither good or bad necessarily – just hidden.
Further investigation shows that much occult symbolism is used regularly as corporate logos and even in mundane ways, to brainwash the public. Unfortunately, freemasonry and it's symbols goes back to the dawn of time so whether we want to "believe in it or not" the symbolism and ideas are a part of our collective unconscious and archetypes.
Freemasonry is simply a set of principles, traditions and allegory used to develop an understanding of and live within Natural Law. It can be used for good or for evil. Dark Masons want to use masonic teachings to live outside Natural Law and to avoid karma by using pawns to do their dirty work for them.
Freemasonry or Masonry is used by dark occultists, of which Skull and Bones are one group for use to gain power to control the world.*1
1. Mark Passio; What on Earth is Happening dot com. Podcast #50-59
Fine Artist, MFA 1994 Integrated Electronic Art, RPI; BFA 1985 Illustration, SVA.