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A little torque in my fly swatting progressed from Wittgenstein to Washington and to the rest of the world of which Ludwig said, "whereof one cannot speak.” “It must be silent." Be silent! But not everything is this case. This has been proved in Tolstoy’s Gospel. Ludwig carried in his pocket throughout the war. It was the only book in that Polish book store, but Tolstoy had left out the part where the wandering soul learns of “the Spirit that makes intercession for us with groanings that cannot be uttered.” just like Wittgenstein left out the 'case" of Iron City Beer stored outside to cool. Inadverent? This was also before Poland volunteered to give its entire air force like Kamikaze-artillery to fall upon the Russians out of the sky. Since“the aim of philosophy is to show the fly the way out of the bottle.” Tolstoy, who reinterpretated the Biblical Farewell: “when I, as the spirit of truth, shall be in you, you will not always know that I am there.” He would not print what John wrote, revised,John 16.13 to “Sometimes you will, and sometimes you will not, hear me” (Danish Peace Academy, September 2007, (50, 63). "But he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come."
We want to hear, to distinguish between what we see and what we think we see. Logico is one and the visible Philosophicus is another fly. Is there really a rhinoceros too, running across a piano? These singularities up at Cambridge, a super centaur out of Olympus myth, Myth and Mischwesen might pull old Ludwig along. Fire up the kiln. We will prove it. Again. The Arab Democracy misfire biscuit of "Zodiac", impressed in dark clay on the outside of a large covered vessel, just at the Arab Spring, February 5, 2011, was put to biscuit. You kindle first for an hour, after it is dry, but the controls had been left on high from the previous fire and no return was made for an hour. Turning on a fan to clear the smell and smoke, in another hour there came a crack in the Zodiac. The top blew off. It exploded over all the kiln. of Romans 8:26 That was the end of democracy of the Arab Spring. It also exploded the bottom, but the walls stood, which metaphor prevails. Sides standing, top and bottom gone, the moisture trapped by the lid blew out both ends. The other piece in there, called Foresight, was open in its center and withstood the blast, but its porcelain face was smoked and pitted from the scrap. That is the thing to come. When the top blew off and the bottom went, the walIs, its history stands. The overthrow of Authority set up as a Right later got removed. That was the carbon bisque making democracy. Some interesting discolorations occurred. A fine powdery dust spread over its surface. As the constellations progressed around the sides, the promise of the horn blown against the serpent Ouroboros was fulfilled in the upraised arms of the Warrior Deliverer. What this promise is we know when the top of the vessel is removed, a romantic adventure of matriculation at a university of epic size where you don’t know anyone and the registrar tells you that you have 39 hours of class and people are shouting in Egyptian about the politics of the past. The Horn blown against serpent: MONSTER OUROBOROS SLAIN! NATIONS IN TURMOIL. WHAT WILL THEY DO WITHOUT THE WORM? If the top is exploded the bottom may go. That of course leaves us worse off but that the walls are still standing is something. The vessel will never hold anything. And who knows how long it will stand? Paradoxically, the constellations on these walls yet exist. If the constellations are space and time and the top blew off do you count the loss of top and bottom to this universe a further creation? The kiln as a oracle proves right again about Democracy, as an utter proliferation of intelligence agencies which failed to take Syria (until later). The ultimate purpose of might not yet show, but it resembles the march across the east of the counterfeit Messiah rule. Do not turn up the fire too high. But 4D is different in 3 when it can exist. Translated, the 3 is the only existent of the 4, but it is in 3. So while I have a memory of the thing in 4, its model sits in a shelf on the porch in 3. It’s too big for the piano. That’s why you need a girl to hold it. What are Brussel Sprouts in 4D? Shall we combine dear Hegel? Left, right, center, horizontal, vertical Palimpsest of the below above and the above below? As real as a thought that then is not. Thought and fact. Above, below depends on context even more than confirmation. Facts are only held in common by agreement. A centaur doesn’t exist but a man’s head, torso and arms and a horse’s legs do. These parables under rocks and stones and hills, and further down instone letters “written in earth’s center,” to show the way of the fly out of the fly bottle, molten above, written in shale in factories too, held on by wax that when the letters melt off state fakta reveals a phrase that inverts a splice, interwoven strands that reverse at will. Beginning words in 4D drum in 3 and what might have been a word echoes on. How Ludwig imagines what does not exist is entirely non-existent. “Indeed if it is open to doubt what is a hand, why isn’t it also open to doubt whether I am a human being who is informing the doctor of this hand?” (Wittgenstein, 56, 60e), for to recognize the hand or seeing spirit beings in a labyrinth of robots makes the hand joke real, and the hand that makes the cell tower makes the tree joke real and if these are real then what in the world is the rhino on the piano but a joke we haven’t told yet, are telling now? This was my tree joke: “Leaves! Adam had’em.” My mother in law laughed for days about that. Do you know what leaves are? I have a sequel where the phone rings to answer to Ludwing’s reasonable man. Does he answer? So when you go to family surname, so Meier's son, also Moses, took the name of his employers, the Sayn-Wittgensteins, and became Moses Meier Wittgenstein. Checking up on how the fly in the fly bottle is doing, I heard the fly buzz. Oracular Democracy of the Arab Spring
7/18/26 Oracular Democracy of the Arab Spring
Am I so difficult as to ask for a reverse-chronological retroactive reshape? I'll not admit it, but yes, that is exactly the need, to rethink everything that shapes the world. and having done that continue.
The impervious runoff of the desert cities might be the waste white areas, like Houston or Dallas, barren only a hundred years ago. How much is myth and how much fact? Buffalo gone, mountains behind, "carried into the midst of the sea" (Psalm 46). Can the Great Lakes drain? And what of these myth mountains exampled by the Orcopias? Are they myth or fact, and the salt flats? The Orcopedia Mts whose geology represents a physiognomy most like those tortured Orcs as written, shape a dramatic and variable terrain primarily by movements of the adjacent San Andreas Fault over millennia. The Orocopia schist, a blueschist assemblage found in that range, matches the Pelona schist found over 250 km away in the San Gabriel Mountains along the San Andreas fault. Hill and Dibblee (1953) first noted the similarity (a piercing point), and used it to construct the first estimates of the offset on the fault.
So if we read the land mass according to the animal it resembles, then the continental U.S. is nicely contained in an east west rectangle figure as a bull, or a cow if you incline to the feminine constraints of geography, unlike say "Chile which is so north and south it comprises an identifiable land figure like a sea horse." These events connect with each other where the bull is sacrificed for the welfare (salus) of the emperor Empire borrowed from the biblical. "He shall lay his hand onthe head of the burnt offering, and it shall be accepted for him to make atonement for him. Then he shall kill the bull before the Lord, and Aaron’s sons the priests shall bring the blood and throw the blood against the sides of the altar that is at the entrance of the tent of meeting." (Leviticus 1.4-5).
Whether the Taurobolium sacrifice of the world, nations and states, fracking Ohio dry on the D51, have to do with each other in time is a tragical saying “beyond meaning” to wonder at overall cohesion reduced to prophecy at the news stand. A free form poem of ellipses, dips, aggregation and collection magnifies, not signifies, diffusions of data. Do the two-horned beast and the United States belong together? Does the former symbolize the latter? If America is the two horn then its dehorning in the fall of the twin towers applies a sacrifice to a greater global entity, by these very agencies that govern it? The slaughter of the ox is fearsome by itself, but when the ox is a nation, more. And if we start down this road of nations as animals then the bestiary of their zoo world includes even the planets with their geo-besti-ology.
The human torso cast as a world, or in America as the woman's body, or as the empire of Logres stretched across Europe as a woman, America cast as a bull to be sacrificed has context in the nations of revelation cast as beasts. To show the simultaneous features, the ox is one of the four cherubim in Genesis and throughout stands for the living creatures, but the ox is also a Taurobolium of Geography, Morality and Prophecy Combined. If we are being asked to consider the sacrifice of nations, the taurobolium is more that just nations, but continents, the world, space.
To be clear, it is all a concept of the segmentation set into interpretation. Sometimes this is called allegory or symbolism, but the literal facts of it beg a literal reading of events as unbelievable as if Henry Ford had started his own race of men. All this together would be sacrifice of space, the cosmos, which entertainment is real enough, as is its plan.
By context we mean these 12 ideas occur in an atmosphere of absolute denial charged with irreality that justifyies them. We are being asked to understand that animals represent nations and that nations represent a complex of states of mind of evil, not good. That their sacrifice, the sacrifice of nations by the global world priests is to serve the greater purpose of their conspiracy. So America is the bull to be sacrificed for this world order to achieve its ends. The sacrifice of nations in a Taurobolium as big as a globe, is more than just states, continents, seas, world. This is all a concept of segmentation sometimes called allegory or symbol, but the literal facts take a literal reading, even if these are as unbelievable as if Henry Ford had started his own race of men. These form a Taurobolium sacrifice of space, the cosmos, which entertainment is as real as its plan.
The absolute denial surrounding these ideas is charged with irreality in its composition. The sacred texts of beasts coming up from sea animals tp represent nations and nations that represent a complex of states of the mind of evil, not of good, sacrificed by global priests serves the purpose of their conspiracy. So America as a bull sacrificed for this world to achieve, extends the Taurobolium to the continental U.S. nicely contorted in an east west rectangle figure of a bull. Contrasted to Chile north and south, the land figure of a sea horse, these always emerge naturalistically from the work at hand, but hardly a hundred acres of first prairie exist. Ten feet of topsoil washed to the sea. Buffalo gone, the mountains behind? Can the Great Lakes drain, the sea, Austin sink suggest it has already happened in the Preterite. And what of these myth mountains that geological physiognomy most distort, the Orocopedia blue schist assemblage and the Pelona schist along the fault, like the piercing point used to construct the first offset?
This taurobolium of imaginative maps compares to real versions of the Oecomene in the Wild Duck, Museum-copy of a wall painting of Akrotiri,17th cent. BC, Xeste 3, Room 3b, SANTOZEUM, Santorini / Fira. 13 3. Why anyone would live where the myths of supernatural beasts attract danger or further up the hill lands where herds of behemoths putatively were to roam, though nobody ever saw but one, when from the sea behind them, penetrating trough of rivers, swum inland the most outlandish sea serpents out of the Odyssey and Laocoön.
The majority in those towns below pattern their lives after the sea monster that came up to get Laocoön. Today it would be Sisyphus or Levinas, if interned, in the old school. New school late stage Otaky digital replaced meme full circle the time that we disect. REplaced by myth to forestall or predict. if not actually from the sea, "Poseidon" right out of the Greek, a mass collective overwhelm has many ways to offend those who have not seen the cracks.
I omit the wasps. Immediately afterward it is written, that the endless rebroadcast of seesaw Sacch'ry-down analogy gives insight to partial occurrences. In the use of ancient cities as habitations of myth, personally by their exploration, they all have undergrounds as modern cities.
IF WE BISECT THE BELTWAY divergences perceptible as the shape Ohio occcur. They implode into fissures of craterlets. They bisect orbits of phyllotaxis become a rendezvous-proving rule circled down to those who descend the birth crossings along the canals. To call them canals is a faux pa of obsolescence. Like thinking the world flat or mistaking spheroid for flat. Cracks, taken alone, are not seen any more than the captives below the Euphrates Beltway, meaning the 64-mile ring road encircling D.C., passing through Maryland and Virginia and crossing the Potomac River. Better known as TYCHO (Brahe) IN THE MOON as if tracks dug there or underground trains connected Beltway temples, by this measure the Beltway is 2.5 times its apparent circumstance and three miles deep, twice the depth of Grand Canyon. DRIVING THE BELTWAY INSIDE TYCHO at the bottom of a colossal bowl, looking out you see massive, terraced rock walls looming 3 miles straight up into the sky in every direction. This is the only way to get the underground.
In the beginning the five micrcosms questioned a topography where you can see OSSIFIED PROSTHETIC NOSES sticking out of the cliffs above with a rock colony of collective hunchbacks in chairs, knee to the left, shoulders right. There’s a face, nose, cheek, a brow over the eyes, an arm hung down. When you begin to see these preserved in the wood grain doors, joined side by side at the shoulder, as if they were praying, or at least looking down, you are getting there. The premise of stone heads, shoulders, one, two, three wearing long coats and a guy with an arm around girl have a meme. Amateurs throw in three corner colonial hats on top the rocks to triangulate a whole herringbone crowd of superiors to the world, like somebody left them there. What’s it look like if you’re a rock wall? We don’t want to say they live in the sides of Tycho, or Thyge, unless you prefer Tyche, luck.
An examination of Seattle, leads to the Washington D.C. underground as a counterpart to Satanic Florence in Dante where Dante’s map of the fallen cosmos in human form is a picture of the eye. Dante takes the physical world as an allegory of the spiritual. The Seattle of Bezos taught us this in its SIS, Amazon frequency weapon experiments on the homeless. Guards at Amazon as monitor eyes and ears transmit images to computers to ID each face entering. Cyberized cameras identify Seattle homeless as a general laboratory for development of frequency weapons on targeted individuals via SIS. While it would seem removed from the question of undergrounds Antarctica is a factor in later chapters for its use especially in the present, for its passages older than the most ancient passages of Sumer. To dream of these caverns as a child and traverse them too, before reading Tolkien, I explored natural caves, Schoolhouse Cave especially, a most wholesome experience compared to the artifact Under Ground. Of course it doesn't help that underground structures miles down have been built in the U.S. and Europe and elsewhere from the 80s forward. That these are also honeycombed with transportation structures, trains, roads so civilized, is unlike the wild state all implicit with what should not be uttered, but which is voiced in the analogy and the whole that outlives its knowledge of the future and all its divinations. In its SIS frequency weapon experiments on the homeless, the robot guards at Amazon act as monitor eyes and ears to transmit images to computers to ID each face. Cyberized cameras identify Seattle homeless and the general population as a laboratory for further 14 development of frequency weapons that experiment on targeted individuals via SIS. Seattle is the capital of the new slavery in this civil war, like Atlanta of the old south, purveyor of digital slavery,servitude, crowd sources, clouds, clones, robots, AI, data base, data mining.
These know nothing of the primal emotions, so if they speak of lust, it is some pale shade. Verizon now boasts it will be the champion of the 5G rollout where the gills curve up to meet the stalk, notched to join the top. Whoever’s on the beanstalk that swaps their cow for a wonder stick or a bee that sings and a fiddle that plays pop-tunes, that is the good cow Milky White whose wonders appear in the tales. As puppoets live pop tunes, climb the beanstalk or cut it down, exchange a cow for seeds that grow to climb to the gates of heaven, get up to find Jack Bommb, that moonlight idol whose Temple serves all who climb the sky.
Of old some of these districts were called--Gateway to Heaven- “a rural suburb below Jerusalem called Motza was actually a place called Kolonia but referred to as motza—exempt.” And it's not as if they need a place to worship. The gods are all over Serapeum of Saqqara, Alexandria, burial place of the Apis bull—combined geography, morality and prophecy as a Taurobolium, sacrifice of a bull. The brazen bull of the Taurobolium was also a metaphor of concurrent media crises, Covid- 19 virus, rioting cities, election frauds--all fires set under the hollow bronze bull, heating the metal until the prisoners locked inside are roasted to death as their cries are translated through a system of tubes and stops into sounds like the bellowing of an infuriated bull. The Re:Set is that Brazen Bull. Antipas, Bishop of Pergamon, was ordained by the Apostle John during the reign of the Nero, and martyred when he cast out demons worshiped, by being burned in a brazen bull-shaped altar. In the capital of the new south in Seattle, the coincidence of numbers 33 with geographical parallels correlates with the I Ching, the Chinese language, the Mayan Calender, the Hopi Blue Star, Niburu, Richard Hoagland’s take on the Mars escapees, abductees on Iapetus, channeled and rechanneled gibberings of Isis, alarmed abductees, scientist lab rat bred hybrids and gov’t agents disinforming, or none of the above. To know for sure go to ancient literature, to veracious Homer, Gilgamesh, Plato -- but finally go Old Testament Isaiah, Ezekiel, Job, Genesis, Psalms in amazement of Isaiah. Isaiah 53 read at every communion. Also read Isaiah 14 and find everywhere astonishing words.
The end of Isaiah is like the last of Beethoven’s String Quartets, an incomprehension at the height of words. So it comes that leviathan, thought mostly as an image in Job 41, is a profounding prophetic of eviathan. The thing about tentacles that reach through land and sea is that they are digital, electronic and mimic pattern DNA*Reported on as literatures of fact. Each facility of the Futurist playbook opposing Bolshevik society in those 1920's translated to the new Bolshevik societies of the 2020s completes this era of one hundred years of censorship, again opposed by the fakta of a continent and an age apart from the original. The formalist theories of faktovivi however bypass algorithmic controls to code hidden propitiatory work, read correctly. The first priority remains accentuated real material gathered either first hand or culled from documentary sources. Aggregator Bulls and bears, chicken, lion, eagle, and a man could interchange in these roles, which geologics spin every proportion and property of the place. If passage tombs could talk, or rock, volcanic ash, reburied feldspar, then the fish streams under clay spines, speak more.
Kiss the Beast Government come up out of the sea like a lion with eagle wings plucked, lifted from the earth and made to stand on its feet like a man with a human heart. The second a bear raised up on one side with three ribs in its mouth. The third a leopard with four chicken wings on its back and four heads puts Colonel Sanders out of business. The fourth kingdom unlike the others covers the world and devours them all. Ravenous epithets frag the mount. Programmable matter senses actuation and display. How Taurobolium, Behemoth and Leviathan involve this particular century passion before being locked up is prescient in the bag drowning and boiling in oil of Ur-Mennonites on the Rhine. Spotted everywhere from the animus rolling Zurich and Bern, these Palatinates escaped and every one of that generation of Swiss 16 ancestors, Clemmer, Gehman, Rosenberger, Landis, Clemens, Bechtel set their faces to get to Philadelphia.
Of course flesh is not stone, not dug with steam shovels and picks but dessicated, shrunk, contracted to reveal hidden springs when all that mass is taken, hidden springs, tree roots and strata, so it's hard to think itself unique to make a resonant chamber, the soul, each day carry down to the sea a little bucket of sand and bring back another of water up the shore, mold castles and shapes of the moon, if such a thing has shape. Each day without end change tack, little bucket down or experience digs out a little more solid, shaping, to imagine in a hundred years accelerated, destined, predestined times and persons, internal resonating in a chamber.
Located nowhere at all, there exists a resonant cavity and the outward chamber of the mouth, it is the soul, none other, inside the throat, those caves and nasal beauties above, upper chamber where beauty lives and all sounds, vowels, stops take seat in production of the soul and echo relation, ventriloquism by pseudonym, not of a puppet master, though weshould consider it, but a speaking through the present of the past, To include the imaginations of those times in familiar occupation, a back story explanation of symbol, called rehabilitation of myth, cites collective remembrance and recognition to unencumber history of the human. We call it myth, confined just to the Greek, but far and wide it is about something multidimensional in the religion of the symbolism of the leviathan’s fins, by which it propels itself from one end of the world to the other: as it were, effortlessly through the realms, making enormous progress all at once. This became the philosophy of Francis Bacon for all say so. When the righteous translate words to oppose the fabrication inside Behemoth that drinks up Jordan through its nose or the occultist Böhme eating the flesh of behemoth or leviathan, le géant, as if it were flesh, whose devotees download light when they travel without their bodies, all the water of Jordan flows to that sea to take liberty that Leviathan will eventually do battle with the shor habar and slaughter it, were we to understand the mode of worship of those righteous analogized to the shor habar, which we do not.
That’s why our protagonist rides asses on this bridge to bisect the unseen. The asses, being alive, cannot be predisposed by the dollar bill. To cross the bridge is to cross through visible and heard after effects. Sentient beings, material among wraiths pay no attention, are not seen or heard, otherwise the bridge is projected thought.
Having freed your mind from the logical and riding three dimensional poderent asses, moiderent asses, across a bridge of this immaterial, you hold a dialogue among yourselves about the trek, fitting because all the other traffic was motorized. A complete list of the motors with all articles of miscreant legend fill the ordinary mind. Associates remember paintings on adobe walls transferred to canvas the way giant forms transferred to the thought of the age as if you would not believe cyclops hidden in a cliff. How do you think the rocks got there anyway? These are windows into natural existence replaced with hybrids.
IT IS A WAR AGAINST ILLUMINATION on this mid line between sea and land, a decompression of bends and chokes with beached lungs, oxygen entering, the tongue before water, no seas, before water was even wet, a frost of shape, cracked skin, stout limb we don't name, a sapling circulates beneath, and canoeing down the signals where the upper reaches of winter ice border the river, and steam rises from the white foam effluent of factory scum, factory after factory storm drains make elaborate branches to walk miles up their concrete tunnels, smaller and smaller until some sphincter trickles at the foot.
That's where the felled tree trunks and wrecked train cars of black metal over run where we shoot out insulators on the power lines, shoot out the cameras and microphones, spy cameras, geo phones, grid surveillance D-Wave lamps in the War Against Illumination, like the Esquilache Mutiny in Madrid, 1766, where 4400 streetlamps burning oil twelve feet high, of iron and glass, were smashed in protest to resist illumination, to disconnect the phase-lock stronger than the Schumann Resonance.
Shockwaved skulls black and white along the tracks fasten torpedoes to heavy rocks dropped to explode. Two tracks of freights, the engine smoke unscrubbed go up white as black as soot. Coal seams undermine the tunnels and roads. Oil stained ground from its pumping. Fires rage up rhododendrons to the slag. Iron rails, creosote ties, spikes, rock rail beds, polluted creeks, black metal get our start. The blessing that prevented development, fire axes, mats.,Jack in the Pulpit in the springs, never taken out after wrecks.
This is not the nothing the sound in the ducts in a cube, the doors and windows tell. This is nothing heard and not. The Nothing includes the not, the no that's not, the cold that's not, not measured by what, the soul for either good or ill that’s not, the nothing, no, the nothing unwhelming stretch. Flares of imagination, torpedoes jimmied from metal shacks, picked up beside the trains, strapped to a rock, dropped from twenty feet to explode the bridge and below. Humman brainwaves phase-locked. Synchronized multiple frequencies entrained.
Up the slap holes of miners' green pits a hundred feet down, freight trains boil black soot over all.; thereUltra-High Frequency inaudible waves broadcast direct subconscious. Fires in the ground a hundred feet above the hill, fought by boys and men amid giant standing waves of focus, induced earthquakes, aiming points crossed to electric stimulate synthetic moisture polarizing sun hyperspace EM into a river of force, manipulated into a belief system reaching critical mass. Sides too slippery to climb for fear of not climbing out, BrainSpeak, subliminal programming, Silent Sound Spread Spectrum -SSSS - Present ‘reality’ at 435 MHz, redesigned transmit from 400-450 Mhz. 32 Metronomes play. Warning: coded, subjugated, prioritized alters layered in personalities in the social whole should not be believed. Or, All should be.
In the adagio freedom known harbors of such thoughts, if you live with people who don't want electric doubts against the Unknown remains in Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and the Great Basin unwashed, where Ohio had long since gone down Tycho into the archives, cast offs were sown, fallen, buried in a harvest against the civil, against wilderness. The scab-shriveled mold and the armyworm around its 750 Bases during the day spent winter making pupa in the soil.
Hardened topographies of the natural reinhabit species after civilized boots back the Good up to the edge before it slides down the hill. Roads wind a little and then the truck backed up with all the bodies in mind, piling up fox, bear, seal, hawk, coyote, horse, to come apart in the unmaking. Glue back skins, beaded ridges, marred as if they were none, nameless, to look at the faces below, diminish groans of the plateau, mountain and cave, a topography one can see. Don't they have names for them, the entities of Collective Mind? Refuse enlightenment, don't worry opinion like weather forecasts Ophelia is silent in the roar. "This man and woman were the most profoundly beautiful ancestors before."
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Please do NOT believe everything we say. Simply put, sunlight and oxidation degrade even beneath the clothes of inevitable entropy.
As President the Centaur brought together great minds to design algorithms. A crankshaft drove the legs, which technology had millions of years of evolved. These were not the modernist ramblings of a robot with sensors as some said. Congress was stunned. Pictures of scoop- shaped surfers riding chuck chutes to pirouette in the sea waves! You’d think they had fan driven armpits with finger chips and argon guns. The videotaped plantigrade rhythm of heel toe stuck. We wonder why the corresponding shafts of their legs, ie walls, did not break. If metal stakes were pounded in their hearts they'd make less creak.
Their opponents in the household of nations said centaurs were made out of tubes of PVC pipe and wire, with lubricants and bundles of strands holding them together giving momentarily propulsion of head, hands and feet like “mathematical instruments, sea compasses...[and] spring clocks that seemed to go of themselves.” We might easily render some similarity to robots but the adversary was as much high above our heads in the spiritual as a skyscraper is, and what knowledge do we have of the skyscraper?
Fancy if the skyscrapers we have known were introduced as vessels, ships administered by our government to convince us “we were not alone in the universe.” As this tale began to play on mobile devices it would be believed. But so what, trees were cell towers and natural events no more natural than the laser fires of California were believed as much as the earthquakes caused by tectonic weapons in Haiti or Fukushima.
To have Intimacy with buildings so much bigger than themselves initiates knelt on the parapet entrance and ask it to tell them who they are. Buildings exteriorize ideas for the billions in this wisdom of crowds, so Buildings change minds.
Whole skeins of these buildings tangled in paragraphs of precognate like five sentences tangled in one, with images misplaced by cranes of accident. Sound demolition over all the parts had to be rebuilt from the tangle. Not that it ever existed, but if it didn't, how did this mess end up on the ground?
You see that the point is "ordo ab chao," that order must come out of chaos, then out of many, One. The sublimity of well lit walls, metal legs swinging back and forth was a tragic art that the Russian Fomenko and Rune Floberghagen first collected in plasma bottles from the sun. That thing walking in all dialects of the Das Ding in All Ten Sectors of the Underground base raised a finger requiring you believe nothing and everything beneath.
Greenbrier must not be named. Or Four Corners. Centaurs intent on reversing the effects found legs. Then they climbed out of the canal. To treat the subject of these disguises as pop intellect, Like a disguise of the new De Volkskrant brain scans actually showed a brain being changed from a received message, sensing devices picked up the slightest nuance in facial expression. But this is when we began to see them!
In other words, pirate samurais with credit cards flourished In the midst of artifice pride which should get the rest of us thinking about how we too can save our DeKoonings. Bruce Cathie turned his into blind fish. The centaur administrator in Antarctica had to charge negative DNA under the wall.
Läuft! Daardie ding loop! Det där går! German, Africaans, Swedish.
Two technologies were brought together for messaging the already changed to override the unknowing noggin. Each phase lasted 18 months after the delivery of foreleg from shoulder. A disarming plethora of predictive association of this is worth mentioning in media. *Hominywood films proved that since it had already been in the movies it couldn’t be happening, but all the time the centaur said over and over, "I told you what we were doing. Can’t you believe your eyes or ears?" Centaurs ask questions as statements. The ones you're reading about were in National Geographic.
The international court of peoples of the United Nations considered that centaurs were so much older than the other residents of this world that they should be given indigenous protections like native tribes who communicate among themselves outside the collective.
Thousands of programmed psyop guys walk us meekly through the events. Heroes like Prince William suppose natural explanations for every explosion of thought educated into belief. Anecdotal sightings like Sasquatch, Loch Ness or Marfa Flats hardly constitute evidence. The Principalities impose spontaneous combustion must occur in remote deserts of south Texas, Nevada, any number of national parks off season, even Grand Canyon.
Riptides taken as heat lightning suggest this happens mainly at night. The result after the explosion
leaves a remainder of dermal bone, lost, buried and dug for ritual collections of divinatory text.
I guess I forgot to tell you that in their next iteration the rhinos and centaurs are Oracles, ORCs, Orc-hai Repertory Constants of the Repertory Grid befoe they blow up.
Layers of ochre, lead white and iron oxide are found in the Orc-Hai autopsy. Urk limbs acquire a second glaze from the Bezier curve at maturity of parts, of traces of calcium sulfate and carbonate over terre verte laminate. Thirteen fraternities of bones, tissues, organs and glands hold the oracle together, whether land or sea beast, behemoth or leviathan. Different body parts that in the buildings are Government, law, education and religion. This is widely believed.
When the Oracle Centaur withdraws from outer existence and goes up in combustion it divests its outer shield. The Qumran Book of Giants (ca. 100 BC), called them glgmš and wbbyš, among the antediluvian (always in consonantal form). We found field notes that hatchlings strike the shell of the latest born first, then begin to dig pits in the ground. Believers in this transcendence are grateful to their prey.
Those with the removal of their brains live longer, are bigger, faster, stronger than the unhybridized, but these powers hide the fatal flaw that they were also weaker, slower and more inflexible. How bigger is weaker and faster is slower we conceal in case some adversary is listening. Imagine Colombo going up to kill Og.
Tomb vessels correlate with oracle bone accounts.
Ancient societies collected the scapulimantics already carved and heat them to read the cracks. Shang Dynasty pharmacists sold "dragon bones" in bronze vessels and stoneware. Transcendent interpretations of shoulder bone and shell scapulimancy with the haruspicated intestines were offered in resale. The liver, most potent of all, along with the kidney was honored yearly in Yankee Stadium.
Hundreds of slaves buried along Highway 67/90 north of Marfa littered from the first sighting of 1957, attributed those appearances of balls of yellow light, as not from the atmosphere, but from their exploding. Hardly a few hundred years before Blake revealed a a "repressed love turned to war" that "stole thy light & it became fire consuming" (Four Zoas, xi, 147f), if we can forgive a literary intrusion. An intermediary race of beings in multidimensional dark caves were never much danger to the ordinary horses and men who defeated them until… "the Orc has achieved ascendency in world culture, transcending nationality” (Seth Fischer June 26, 2011).
The Global Oracle looks like a man, but not as classically defined. May we forego at this time saying exactly what is a man? Change the appearance and you change the life. While ORC may refer to mythical races, a character in the Scarecrow of Oz, an Oracle like an ostrich that acts like a flying horse, a dozen acronyms of Origin Recognition Complex of DNA, these do not prepare us for the truly extraordinary excitation of its flaming.
The ingenious manner of taking off has been much celebrated, first in the desiccation that results in the Oracle being made free of its shell, and then in its being bound again in manufactured new shields to carry on primitive forays, sublimated into the offensive rhetoric it now possesses. Even with the mood swings it had an on again off again relation to the shield. At some point in the evolution of shellessness its development was complete. Oracle decline, on again off again shells are the best record after immolation. It’s not that they survive the fire, but they are not in it, having been discarapaced.
These oracle bone shields (↲㛽;pinyin: jiƐgƖ) heated and cracked, inscribed by a bronze pin with oracle bone script, are the earliest known writing decorated with paint that could describe immigrant chests if we imagine simple everyday arched panels enclosing apparent figures. Much comparison has also been made to hieroglyphs.
As Wittgenstein would say, the chest in this case is the chest. The copper found in these layers after solvent cleaning and lifting of later darker layers shows that scales on the Oracle skin had a still darker glaze against the UV light. Snout lengths for the largest encountered are identical to those of the Euphrates. Trauma centers said to take a leg, an arm, an eye here, took bones and organs there. Friction from mutation of a diet weaponized with ginger made Oracle grew so wide it had to shed the shell or be crushed within.
Missing person reports in Orc circles are closely guarded. It is understood a final rite of passage occurs. Many disappearances attributed to crime are thus explained. Orc flame consumes the being. Flaming inferred from further compromise of skeleton it taking off its shield. Erosions of the outer bring explosion. As to Orc genesis, Cain's wife not a daughter of Adam, imperfect descendants producing anti-devolved Orc, cerebral hypertrophy- it was a power over nature so great it became the ruling class.
It was a shock when ORC shields embossed with patterns of liverwort were excavated. They were highly collected for their magical properties, which reverses the internal physic. It’s fine to walk the spirit world pretending you’re a Greek, but if a man turns into a centaur in front of my eyes it all depends what kind foreign presence we believe was is in that ancient passage.
One clue is that all centaurs golf. First centaur politics embody rhino art. Tweet the centaur President bending to sight a putt and a centaur appears. A shoulder like an upside down sand wedge is held an arm like a putter. That a leg arm had a hoof is beyond the selectivity of facts.
Up on Mt. Pelion where robot sex had begun when the Governor got Ixion to pop his poke, Cloud Nephele had a baby from the union and it began talk. I wonder if you would like to hear? but then I thought, of which one cannot speak we must be silent. So the overlord cloud scattering, and the phantom man cloud Centaur deformed and hunched according to Jobs. Mother Cloud and father artificial intelligence had intercourse, and it was a computer.
To fulfill my duty I more fully state since many of you have had the same imperfect relations with NASA sniffer craft over the Orcopedias as I. Urk (Orc) Astronaut training was first discovered in terrain shaped like a whale in the San Andreas Fault. It matched a twin in the Pelona schist in the San Gabriel Mountains, Hill and Dibblee (1953). First notice of a piercing point used to construct the zig zag offset on the fault. [3] evidenced the Orocopias as one of the first areas for field training by Caltech. See its blueschist assemblage Geologue (Leon T. Silver). Urkonauts for the dozens of Apollo Moon landing missions had training there that included the Apollo 13 Crew, Apollo 14, but not with Silver, with Henry Jahns, at Stanford in Apollo 15, 16, and 17.
Urk for Oracle, Urk dressed fine to flaunt the Wahoo brains accepted in effigies of every nation resisted the headboarding as too psychological. Germans in Iraq cloned a proverb to the Latin of Apollo temples and Delphi omachines, Gnōthi seautonORC. Better to say the Oracle taught itself. This “Au” in know thy “ouch!” takes metaphor as seriously as the transverse sinus. You want to hear about an oracle? They were a blank screen architecture that sold itself telepathy and took external attachments to prove it.
AS FAR AS THE ORCS GO THEIR DESSICATION WAS INDUCED by the dissemination of radar gaps. Orc took that pyromancy of ancient kings an unforeseen step further. It Oracled itself. Applying a hot iron to its shell and reading the cracks formed a handbook from the normal process. Orcs cracked themselves.
Since shell is a way to picture spirit, which usually can’t be seen, once the shell cracked the Orc was naked among a webwork of white mottle. But after divination and all the shell bursting over Marfa, what we refer to as heat lightning, Orc took a step beyond the natural, only plummeted by reference to the unsaid, which even if we can't see, their spirits donned for the interim of their lives, were loosed in fire.
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