Saturday, December 24, 2011
Comet 2011 W3 LoveJoy
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Comet 2011 W3 (Lovejoy): A Christmas comet … and beyond
A picture by none other than Astronomer, Robert H. McNaught,
Wednesday 21 December, the Winter Solstice.
Auspicious
More to Come...
posted by IonTruO2 at 12/24/2011 11:43:00 PM
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Your last 26 days of life...
On March 2, 2012, the zionists (isreali mossad and cia agents) who are the stooges of the central banksters, will attack an American naval ship (as they did with the USS Liberty).
They will try to sink this ship with a huge loss of life of American sailors.
They will pretend to be Iranians to make you mad at Iran.
They intend to provoke officialdom in the US and Russia and China into killing us all.
Much of officialdom (masons, illuminati, agents of rome (opus dei et al), zionists) are in on this false flag attack, and their fervent hope for WAR to end your life, and the lives of over ONE BILLION other humans (your relatives on this planet).
So much of humanity on this planet has been made crazy by the rothchilds/rockefellers and all the priests/potentates and other assholes who put themselves on top of us all by lying and cheating and murder.
They plan on yet another fucking great war to kill off as many of us as they can.
If they succeed, and the war is created;
no more taxes will i pay ever to anyone.
no more of their laws will i obey.
if i survive the smoking, nuclear wasteland that will be the west coast of the USofA and most of earth, and there are any of the former central banksters and their masters alive, i will swear the remnant of my life to bringing them to justice. And i know what that means, even if the psychopathic pedofilic fucktards do not.
My message to them...all of officialdom is simple....you know fear. You live on the fear of others. Now it is your turn.
Fear us now.
We know you now.
Your names are recorded.
Your lives are in our hands.
Killing billions of us only convinces the rest that we have nothing left to lose.
You taught us to fear you.
Now the fear is gone, only hate remains.
Fear us now.
Or we come for you later.
posted February 6, 2012 by clif high
Times are changing and they are undone.
http://eclinik.wordpress.com/vital-issues/ben-fulford/...-The%20Takedown%20of%20the%20Satanic%20Cabal%20is%20Proceeding%20Smoothly/
small excerpt:
The Take down of the Satanic Cabal is Proceeding Smoothly
Posted by benjamin
February 7, 2012
Despite widespread pessimism on the part of many truth seekers about the situation in the G5 terrorist states, behind the scenes the satanic cabalists in control of the Western central banks are in a state of extreme fear. One reason is that US Defense Secretary Leon Panetta told a White Dragon Society representative last week that the Pentagon and the US agencies were in no mood to let off the cabalists with a truth and reconciliation committee. “We have been watching these guys for a long time” he said and the conclusion reached was that Federal Reserve Board needs to be dismantled and the cabalists jailed.
chase the link, it's the full article.
W.B. YEATS._
TO THE SECRET ROSE
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee at the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty. Your great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the Pierced Hands and Rood of Elder rise
In druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew,
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emir for a kiss;
And him who drove the gods out of their liss
And till a hundred morns had flowered red
Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods;
And him who sold tillage and house and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless years
Until he found with laughter and with tears
A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
A little stolen tress. I too await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?
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