Losers, I’m am going to get you!

It was a sullen crew that opened the back door, silently they strode in, all big men, all tough, brave and stinking like the vilest refuse to ever crawl upon the face of the earth. They had been ordered to rape a young woman, unaware that because of her actions, she was going to be horribly punished, all because she had found a real man, a hard hitting, no holds barred, make love to a beautiful woman, real man’s man, and bring her to the point of marrying him, then and there on the spot, after he had made love to her, like she had never been made love to before in her life, and he would have too, for the feeling was reciprocated. But, they, the slag mongrel bastards had other ideas, he made them look like miserable little, pathetic arse pounding, gay bar loitering, pillow biting, lamington sucking, homo sexual Pomo’s, paedophile homosexuals. They Annally raped her, those three cock sucking losers, and then broke her jaw with their miserable little baton, she had to have her jaw wired to heal the sick disgusting act that she had endured. Then, to seal the deal with their sick decrepit old boss loser, others banged him up the arse after they gassed his car with sleeping gas, dragged him out onto the street and raped him up the arse twice, abused and brain washed him into forgetting all about her, then they threw him back into the car, laughing as they walked away, bragging that they had fixed up another one of little Henry Banwell’s tasty littles moles.

He knew something was wrong when he saw her again, she looked different, something had happened to her and he knew that he would find those responsible.

He stood in the car park and watched as the cars assembled across the road, then the 4 wheel drive appeared, and their contact leaped out of his vehicle and waved them a greeting, there were too many of them and he would have to make contact, pin them and return to taunt them, gaining an advantage and luring them to their doom.

And don’t worry, little tasty buns, my beautiful adorable woman, deep down, I never forget.

Waiting for The Reversal

Donald, Victoria, 3480, was a hell hole. Owned by a rat mongrel bastard, who poisoned him and then he had to flee to the hospital and recuperate for a while in hospital, then for a day or two in a motel. Once he was well enough, he returned to Donald, but the gates were locked, locks changed and when the police arrived to help him gain entry to his own house he was told to leave and take what he carried with him. Fortunately he was able to take his car, two books, a few clothes, and some computer equipment. He travelled the land, journeying from town to town, watching what the horde did to the people, how they moved and operated, and gained knowledge into their objectives. They had it planned for years, their Big Push, where they cleaned out all the decent people. He watched as they circled around the houses, led by a decrepit loser who had less talent than a brick, and wielded his power by violence, greed and cunning, with a healthy dose of evil. They were aided by those who took the payoff, took the bribe, did what they were told, and soon the whole state of Victoria fell. Murder, rape, torture and mayhem, those were the tales which he heard, constantly, continuously, without mercy. As soon as he arrived in a town, they arrived, soon after and most of the time before. They crept by night, stealthy and cunning they broke into the houses and raped the children, then they became more brazen, they used battering rams, “Get on the fucking ground”, that was the cry families heard, then the teenage girls were brutally raped, tortured and murdered, in front of the parents, then the parents were destroyed. Some of the parents were left intact, but they were a former shell of their old selves, no one came, and if they did it was too late. They hit the Cops, the other security services and the politicians, then the people were defenceless, their time had come and soon the whole state had been wiped out, replaced by seemingly flaccid, burnt out shells of people, bereft of intelligence, whose only aim was to sit in a house and smoke, take and drink, drugs, booze and whatever else they could get for nothing.

He ended up in the ACT, worn thin to the bone, tired and looking for a place to shelter from the depradations of The Group, a rotten to the core criminal organisation. They had morphed into a composition of mutants, inbred deadshits, criminals of every breed, who possessed nothing but a desire to destroy everything on the planet. They killed every living thing in their path, all the birds, animals, insects and anything that moved was fair game. People were used for hamburgers at selected outlets, they sought out teenage girls, raped them because they stood them up, too good for a paedophile mutant cretin, too good for a brain dead moron.

Long and hard he watched and planned, watching until he had the necessary abilities to battle the scourge that spread out across the land. He used his mind and soon gained ground, able to motivate them to new heights, even with a certain degree of caution they sought to emulate him, but they refused to perform the work. Their salvation would have come had they brushed to one side their addictions and heightened allegiance to their bosses, and then they could have practiced what he tried to teach them so that they became better and healthier, but they wanted the quick fix so they failed.

On arrival in a small suburb of the ACT, Canberra, he sat in the car park and tried to regain his composure. They howled day and night, “Blow it out of your arse”, this was to disguise the fact that the girls from a local cafe, one in particular were taken up to a room where they were anally raped for the princely sum of $350 a turn, many clients were given the satisfaction of a sexual liaison with a young woman, who was then given Rohypnol, so that she did not remember what happened. Their gang leader learnt of a long held relationship between a traveller to the suburb and a woman who had fled Victoria and arrived in the ACT. They revelled in their love for each other and for that they were punished, she by being raped three times by ugly brutes, he by being raped and infected by being given diseases of a sexually transmitted nature, he journeyed to the remote bush to find a cure for his diseases, he succeeded but when he returned, he found that his love had been warned not to see him again and that she was going to work as a prostitute, she refused and was raped, brutally by seventy-five dirty disgusting slags, scum of the earth, filth from the sewer of humanity. They broke every bone in her face, every time she was raped, they broke every bone that they could, all the while screaming abuse at her poor battered body, her hands and feet were nailed to the floor and she was raped and beaten to death. The stories changed every day, more violent, more depraved, but he saw the sadness in her face when he went to visit her, and he knew that she had been attacked. He saw her one last time, standing out the front of the shops, he sat in the car, having just woken up, it was too dangerous for them to be together, so they met secretly, and he slept in his car. When he saw his beloved, she was ashen gray, weak, all the blood had been drained out of her body, she returned to her work place and he knew that soon he would never see her again. She died later that day, he left to mourn and the rotten dirty little criminal rapists celebrated long into the night. In the morning he shed tears of white hot fire from his eyes and wept bitterly.

He returned to the Capital and watched as the thousands of pathetic slags drove endlessly around the city, searching for victims. He heard of the plot to kidnap five young woman from a business, all at the same time, the price for their bodies, five million dollars, paid to the husband of one of them, a meth amphetamine addict who had swore at his wife or girlfriend that she was going to become a hooker for him, for The Group, she refused and she was raped as a punishment. Goulbourn was staged as the next target and he drove there, upon arrival he found nothing, helped the local authorities round up a criminal gang to keep the town safe and hurried back to the Capital. He had heard that there was going to be a kidnapping and that the workers in a local business that he was watching were going to be transported to a sex slave brothel in Victoria, chained to a wall and raped until they died. He filed a report to local authorities and informed them of the danger to one of the women, when he arrived he saw that she was still safe and continued in his fight against the invaders. The poor woman in question had also apparently been sold by her partner for $350 for sex to whoever had the money, this was to pay for his meth amphetimine habit, she had been affected with diseases and they, the dirty slags had also sterilised her, she would never be able to have a baby later on in life. This was what they did to the female population, they were insane and had no compassion for anything that lived. He knew he could help her but it would require a lot of work, taking a range of esoteric plant remedies, most unknown in their combination’s to modern medicine, his combinations for himself had apparently worked, and he felt no ill health, but to help someone else was different, he would have to go slow, bit by bit, he was advanced and older, even if she wanted to accept his help, he did not know if he could help her in time. She would have to ingest the herbs and plants ever so slowly, he was able to take the most lethal plant combinations ever known to a man or woman, his was the accolade of the biggest drug taker on the planet, not by choice but by their design, they were the ones who had placed the elements in his food and drink without him knowing, they even used Plutonium, Ceseum, Uranium, and Strontium 90, he survived because he would not die by their hand, he wanted his revenge for the death of his wife and children and even if they killed him, he would return in the next life to hunt them into the grave.

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On The Consciousness of The Left Foot, all 12 inches.

When a questioner asks about the fearfulness he feels “locked” in his body, Avatar Adi Da Samraj responds that the root of fear is the same as the root of all suffering: the “self-contraction”, or the activity of identification with a separate and mortal body. He then goes on to communicate that rather than avoiding the fear inherent in the body, all should understand and transcend the self-knot of fear by Realizing the Divine Condition or True Reality that is Always Already the Case., ADI Dam Samaraj.

So, you ask about the light, what light, the one above, hanging from the ceiling of DESPAIR, the illusion that is the SUN, SUN like, but not quite right, not really Sunlight, but just enough to cause the darkness to hover in the background, always there, always a part of the 24 hour cycle, that which is the complimentary evolution of The DAY, as light must inevitably transcend into night, into the darkness, and then once again be reborn as the MORNING. The eternal YING YANG of reality, and if you, do, indeed, not like my mere mortal attempts at practicing Tai Chi, then you can go and FUCK yourself. I do what I like, that serves my purpose and does not cause harm to anyone, and brings joy to the OBSERVER, that is what you FEAR, a smile on the faces of the FAITHFUL, faithful to THE TRUTH, but you are blind, on your THRONE of power, that which is the illusion that you are seated upon, a mere notion that there is, indeed respect for your position, you are merely fooling yourself, and your grand illusion is slipping away as surely as the day, slips into the night. Nothing lasts forever, and INDEED It Is Nothing, that lasts forever, for there is nothing to dwindle away, for there is nothing, at all.

A Word In Your Shell Like Pink

Indeed, they were

W E R E aware that certain visitors, from another , shall we say, terrain, and that is not a dish that I consume, all the time, though , quite enjoyable to the palette, yes indeed, I do believe it is a blamange like dish from Spain, that is eaten in the early hours of the morning, so as to not cause concern amongst the neighbours. Though, you would not believe it to be true, but I will pay you handsomely, to listen to my words of WISDOM!, that is a subtle reference to ADI dam Samaraj, if you know of his, rather, esoteric writings, such as The Knee of Listening, fascinating treatise on the wisdom of being wise, and The Elbow of Recognition, a fascinating insight, into the rather, hitherto unknown world of the SUBCONSCIOUS mind. More on that later, but now, I Lord POMO The Brave, Potentate of Mystical Origin, have a rendezvous with DESTINY.

Just a little touch up

Silent and deadly, they moved and changed the scene, first it was all usual people, the usual suspects, a variety of shoppers going about their business. Rumours abounded through the night, teeny boppers, vanished the next day, parents scream to the halls of justice, but no-one listened, I’d have to say they did, but no-one answered. Truth is a funny thing, you can be told or hear something, but you never know if it’s true or not, so you just go about your business. There’s always the rumour mill, and signposts to light the way, teeny boppers one day, Mulattoes the next, next day, hulking meatheads saying “ Beatings”, and no- one game to say a word, if they did, 35 heaving Mincy Boys bashed their way into your house and threatened the family. That was the way they worked, otherwise it was the surreptitious break and enter, then leave and not even a trace. Their’s was the hard language, the constant threat of death, the total lack of emotion and empathy.

Waking up with a sore shoulder, a burn on the back of the hand, the open window in the morning, the shrill catcalls of rubbing salt into the wound. A thousand stories that were all probably untrue, so you had to wait and watch, garner some evidence, get a photo, and then you could say, “Go fuck yourself loser”, to the brain dead idiot that claimed that it was all lies. Nothing happened out there, well there’s the photo, and you’ve been running around, appearing before the crowds, saying there’s nothing to the story, it was all in your imagination. The running tirade of abuse, the tight knit formations of cars streaming into the city, the wail of sirens. Ordinary Mum’s and Dad’s had no comprehension of the way they worked and lived, they lived for few items, few and far between, but they had to have their Meth, had to have it or they were dead, so they would even “Dob”, their own mates in to the Cops, just to get that $55 so that they could buy a little “Baggie”, that would get them through the day. Their’s was the big score, lots of money that would see them through long periods of time where they did not have to sacrifice their time, where they would not have to do another’s bidding. Some made it big, but they were few and far between, and the bulk of the majority subsisted on a few dollar’s a day, enough to pay their dealer, but the next day, it was the hamster wheel again, ever going round and round and not caring, that they were tearing the innards of society to pieces.

Enter the Brain Dead Cretins

Had you any idea you would have said that Man and Woman had descended into the Gates of Hell. Brain dead morons incorporated had begun to plague the denizens of The A.C.T., complete with drugs, moronic attitudes, no education, stolen alien technology and bad manners all round, that apparently they were running out of drugs, money and alcohol, pieces of tin from old sheds and tractor parts and had begun to resort to the ever ready, tried and true method of making do and improvising to supply themselves with anything that would get them off their tiny little minds. From the time that he could remember they had been stealing his ideas, copying him and abusing him. Led by the notorious brain dead cretin breath, Marky boy Banwell, a somewhat completely brain dead lunatic suffering from inbred genetic disorders, presumably, a heinous amount of alcohol, drugs, neuro-peptides, pieces of rubber gloves, old copies of Newsweek and a complete and fanatical dedication to The Pope. Marky boy and his band of Pomo’s, paedophile homo’s, had begun to lay waste to the suburbs of Canberra, through their surreptitious use of the date rape drug Rohypnol, loud voices through technology that could not be heard at times by most humans or recorded and general bad behaviour, they sought to undermine the Government of Australia and indeed the family unit, and establish a paedophile nation that ate GMO foods and had sex with clones. They were comprised of inbred cretins that could only rape, murder and steal, complete brain dead morons that had no respect for life and the sanctity of peace and justice. The Group were insidious and completely bereft of any decency whatsoever, they had been using him to investigate their own gang members crimes, report their own gang members, and indeed be paid a sumptuous amount of money, this was apparent by their driving around in brand new cars, fantastic amounts of money readily available in their wallets, and an endless supply of drugs that rivaled the major pharmaceutical companies.He had been trained by The Master Spy for The C.I.A, Dr. KIt Green, whom apparently they had shot dead in 2018, outside his home, he did not know if this was true but he had not had any contact with Dr. Green since 1973, when he had finished working to develop the Personal Computer with IBM, he had finished up the project simply because the Pedo Wedo’s had gotten to him with their usual assortment of drugs, rape and harassment. Since then, they, the stinking duplicitous little pillow biting, nancy boy wankers had not left him alone for a moment. He had developed his abilities to the point of being a super legend, they were jealous of this and thought that they could emulate his Superior attitude, superior attitude being To Rise Above One’s Self, but they, the wanna’ be ballet dancing, three-three wearing little mincing boy poofta’s, did not or could not accept the fact that you had to put in the work. They thought that you could do all these amazing things by taking a pill, copying his actions and stealing his information. They did not realise that to reach The State of Sunyata, that you had to meditate for years, constantly and without missing a day. He had told the brain dead idiots what to do so many times that he was blue in the face. Of late, apparently, they had been drugging him asleep to the point of being in a coma, kidnapping him from his car and making homo-sexual porn with him as the star, this he did not remember and indeed hoped was not true, though they had been screaming out that he was a Tai Chi homosexual, which was absolute bullshit, because people who practiced Tai Chi were not homosexuals, and once they had reached the second stage could punch the fuck out of all most anyone before they had a chance to finish blinking. Recently he had taken to tying his doors to his car together while he slept, as he was homeless and had been poisoned by Jimmy the Jerkweed and evicted by two black clad police officers of Victoria, complete with a stolen police car, this had kept them from kidnapping him, drugging him and making him into a porn star without his knowledge and permission, this pissed them off completely and he laughed hard into the night. Indeed they bragged that they had made a porn film with him and a complete stranger, a young woman who he did not know and that they were selling copies to their stinking little friends and making lots of money. They had many names, Ian Mitchem, Lionel Calvarro, Derek Parmater, and many others, they said throughout the days and nights that the were the CIA, ASIO, The NSA and The AFP, and many other other names, they even told peo0le that he himself worked for ASIO, which was not true, was a police officer, which was not true, and worked for the CIA, which was not true, he was indeed a disabled pensioner attempting to get some sleep and enjoy one second of restful sleep. Lately they had sabotaged his car and had wrecked the slave cylinder on his KIA, like they wrecked the alternator at Portland in Victoria, he had asked the local mechanic but it would take him three weeks to fix, he would wait till next Monday to fix his car when he found a mechanic that could fix it quickly, but till then he sought some sleep for the first time in nearly 45 years.

Brain Dead Morons and The Huckleberry Hounds

Mr. Park Ranger turned up in his brand new utility, his clothes pressed, into service, of course, gay bar loitering, pillow biting, lamington sucking, wanna’ be ballet dancing homo breath wiped the pic-a-nic tables with a sour face and a demeanour that would shatter the happiness of any one’s day. He dutifully went about his business, whatever that was, he certainly didn’t plant any trees, that much was for certain. Agent Henry danger Banwell, alias The Atlantean, alias The Transporter, alias The Arcturian, would be could be ruler of the known Universe, casually practiced his, according to the Mincie Boys, homosexual Tai Chi, Many Names Have I, watched him like a hawk, just for the fact that he had on neat pressed trousers shirt and a tie, that had just come from the dry cleaners, watched Henry d. and waited for his chance, H. went over to the table and checked that all his possessions were still there, once he had looked, he resumed his practice, when he had finished his Homosexual Tai Chi practice as the Pomo’s of The Veldt call it, H. went back to the then shade of the table under the rooftop covering and said to himself, and to no one else in particular, “Dirty little barstard stole my tobacco”, of course the park ranger had left in his brand new utility. The next day two other park rangers arrived and they were dressed in rough hewn clothes, old and worn from honest toil, they were friendly and said hello. He watched them and noticed that they had an old utility, not that old but old enough to be usable. He waited and soon enough he saw them leave, and he went about his day.

Soon after a Chinese person arrived, so he thought, he looked like he was Chinese, he sat and looked at his map, surveying the forward route and soon after made his plans to leave on his hike. H. watched him and made his move, voices from the hidy holes around the campsite made such claims that he was a Chinese spy, and other such rubbish. H went off into the bush and watched him for a while, he watched as the camper packed his gear and prepared to leave on his hike, H. went over to the nearby path and made his way cautiously around the bend, he eventually ended up right in front of the hiker and looked him straight in the eye and greeted him cordially, he greeted back and H. made his way back to his car and made himself a cup of tea.

Global White Sex Slavery Trade

Poor Pomo’s, paedophile homosexuals, Lomo’s, paedophile lesbians, Chomo’s, Child paedophiles, and the rest. They had been following Agent Henry Danger Banwell ever since he was born, even before, victim of The Syndicate, now known as The Group from Victoria. They had chased him over the border and into N.S.W., they had been trying to murder him ever since. Huckleberry Creek camp site was dangerous and he had been at risk of losing his life . The Group were getting rid of their loose ends, removing witnesses of sexual assault. He had watched in silence as four young men moved about in the darkness in front of him, he had woken up after falling asleep in the passenger seat of his car, the window was open and he thought to himself, “I could have had my throat cut”, he watched as the four youths moved through the darkness, huge vertical lights on their foreheads spread light on their activities, the whole camp had been gassed to sleep and the robbers moved about and then to the cars of the then sleeping campers. He watched in silence as the voice in the darkness gave updates on whether he was asleep or not, he couldn’t move a muscle else he would die, he watched as the conversation continued between the adversary at 9 o’clock, and the robbers, he told the crinimals what was happening about myself, “ Nah, he’s asleep, get what you want and get out of there”, he sat motionless, not able to move or he would be shot to death. One of the youths that he had been watching during the day, gaining intel, moved into the sleeping campers tent, he bent down over the sleeping woman, and made a slicing motion across the sleeping woman’s throat, they then moved about the other sleeping campers, he had closed his eyes, did not wish to see any more and knew he had to play it completely cool, he closed his eyes and made out like he was waking up slowly, the voice in the darkness on his 9 o’clock in the inky night said, “He’s waking up, get the fuck out of there”, when he opened his eyes the darkness had enveloped the camp and all was still, not a sound was to be heard. He waited for about half an hour while he pretended to wake up slowly, then he jumped out of the car and loudly said to the darkness, “Where are you now, Mincie boys”, the reply came soon, “Blow it out your fucking arse Banwell”, he moved around the car and hurried into the drivers seat, suddenly, out of nowhere a psychotic face appeared next to his window, “Get the fuck out of here”, he gazed at the drug fucked individual, completely deranged and very dangerous, he thought to himself, “Geez, this guy is completely gone, like Pluto man, right out there”, he yelled back at him, “Haven’t you heard those maniacs in the bush, out there in the darkness”, his reply was pure insanity, “They’re insane, completely mad and dangerous, get the fuck out of here, you’re scaring my daughter”. He thought that this bloke had way to many drugs of some sort and started the car and moved off slowly into the night, pursued for the next 45 kilometres and for the next few weeks, 24/7, 7 days a week, seeking his death.

Children of Ba’al Part 3/Why did Iran burn an effigy of Ba’al

Reprinted with permission?

Occasionally when I write about occult geopolitics, I wonder whether readers ever think: “Uhhh I thought this newsletter was about stopping Israel and America from killing everyone” or “Isn’t this supposed to be about geopolitics and imperial collapse?”But I resonate with the above statement, and I can explain why our imperial collapse involves both. Geopolitics, particularly concerning America, Israel, and the Ukraine, is best understood with a least a basic understanding about the occult and symbology. I know that seems weird to a regular, non-schizo person, but that’s unfortunately the kind of dark energy going on in the world right now.

Our elites tend to adhere to religions that we the lowly goyim do not. This may be familiar to you if you know anything about Scientology and its origins. Understanding the intersection between geopolitics and the occult will thus bring you a better understanding of geopolitical dynamics.

Don’t believe me? I understand, because it feels bizarre. But let’s consider an example. Last week, Iran burned an effigy of Baal alongside a representation of an obelisk, which were marked with a Star of David and the American flag. They burned the statue at 11:33 specifically, and said: “We, the monotheists of the world, by the help of God, will bring down the worshipers of Baal, the worshipers of Satan, and the arrogant oppressors.”Once you begin to understand this context, you will understand how it applies to geopolitics.

What is Ba’al?In religious texts, Ba’al is an honorific applied to various gods, most commonly associated with Ba’al Hadad, an ancient weather/storm deity in Biblical and Islamic tradition. He appears as a horned, bull-headed figure. Historically worshipped by Canaanite peoples, Ba’al is portrayed in Jewish, Christian, and Islamic texts as a false deity and rival to Yahweh, the true Abrahamic god. The Hebrew Bible thus criticizes Ba’al in multiple passages, while referring to various deities. This includes Ba’al Hammon—a god associated with rams and horns—and Beelzebub (Ba’al Zabub), aka the “Lord of the Flies.” Novelist William Golding’s novel of the same name used this term in reference to the natural capability of humans to descend into evil.

“Ba’als” are thus associated with Satanism and demonology, as worship of them involves the rejection of a monotheistic god in favour of pagan religions that could involve polytheism, idolatry, self-deification, and/or human sacrifice.

Moloch is the god most associated with human and child sacrifices, however, Ba’al Hadad and other Ba’als also welcomed them. The Old Testament of the Hebrew Bible explicitly links child sacrifice to Baal worship, and condemns Israelites who discarded the true faith to follow them. For example, in the Book of Judges, the Israelites abandon their commitment to Yahweh and revert to worshipping Ba’al Berith after their leader, Gideon, dies. The text (Judges 8:33) criticizes them for doing so, suggesting that they “prostituted themselves” to Ba’al (ie, they were spiritually unfaithful to the true God).

Bull imagery appears occasionally in Western festivals and architecture. The Victory arch in New York is a reproduction of the Temple of Ba’al in Palmyra (Syria), which was also rebuilt in London in 2016. The Charging Bull in the Financial District in New York is acknowledged as drawing a parallel between the idolatry of money in capitalism and worship of the golden calf by Israelites, while a demonic-looking bull was also featured in the opening ceremony of the 2022 Commonwealth games in London.

Why was an Obelisk there too?Likely you recognize the obelisk as an Egyptian monument to the sun. So why was it included aside the burning of Ba’al?

The obelisk is a symbol that appears frequently across the West. You may recognize it as appearing at the Place de la Concorde in Paris, in St Peter’s Square at the Vatican, and of course the Washington Monument in Washington D.C. The story is that the West associated obelisks with imperial power, and that in the Enlightenment and Neoclassical era European and American elites became absorbed by Egyptology.

However, the obelisk is also an occult symbol. Western elite interest in Egyptology eventually led to an era known as “the occult revival,” in which occultists like Aleister Crowley practiced an esoteric religion called Thelema, which incorporated principles of Egyptian mysticism. Crowley identified himself as a prophet entrusted with guiding humanity through the Aeon of Horus, reportedly our current astrological age to be followed by the Age of Aquarius. Horus is an Egyptian child-god in the shape of a falcon, and the obelisk is reportedly a phallic symbol dedicated to him, thus the Abrahamic god apparently hates them and sees them as blasphemous.

Iran thus contrasts a symbol associated with Thelema with monotheism and uses it as an example of Western occultism.

Theosophy, Sabbatean Frankism, and other occult I have noted people online arguing about whether the religion our elites participate in originated with Thelema (practiced by followers of Aleister Crowley, eg select Hollywood celebrities through Scientology), theosophy (pioneered by occultists in New York like Helena Blavatsky), Sabbatean Frankism (stemming from a murderous and incestuous cult that separated from Judaism), or other forms of Satanic/occult beliefs like Luciferianism.

Believing it is just one or the other however denies the complexity of our world. Similar to the reason why there are more Muslims in the Middle East and more Christians in Ireland, geographic location, migration patterns, and other sociocultural factors likely impact religious demographics and thus the beliefs of our elite pedophilic class. Some of these religions are in themselves a blend of philosophies—for example, theosophy blends Western occultism with Hinduism, Gnosticism, and Buddhism.

I think of it this way: the global eugenics movement of the 20th century and our current 2020s Awakening both demonstrate how ideas with similar philosophies can originate in different locations at the same time, while ideas can also spread within the consciousness of the world through our connections with one another. Crowley for instance was not only a world traveller but was also rumoured to be a MI6 agent or asset, and major cultural figures were inspired by his work, including musicians Jimmy Page, David Bowie, Ozzy Osbourne, and John Lennon, who wrote songs honouring him. Blavatsky too was a world traveller, and her work was also influenced by Egyptian mysticism.

What many of these occult and esoteric religions have in common however are similar core philosophies of inversion, individualism, self-deification, antinomianism, and rejection/rebellion against a monotheistic or Abrahamic god. Many people say “Zionism is not Judaism” but more accurate would probably be “Zionism is Inverted Judaism”, because Zionism rejects the benevolent teachings of Judaism or encourages its mirror image. Recall that antinomianism is actually anti-religious so it is actually anti-Jewish in a similar way that it would also be anti-Christian and anti-Islam. It would explain why so many religious buildings are currently burning across the world.

If you consider the Biblical story of the creation of Israel for example, God calls the Israelites to settle in the holy land to serve him. But a Frankist or follower of Thelema would reject the authority of the Abrahamic god. A Frankist antinomianist would want to seize the land not for their God but for themselves to deliberately transgress biblical rules, as Frankism suggests a person must embrace sin to transcend spiritually. Similarly, Thelema outlines the axiom “do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law”, emphasizing personal freedom and the pursuit of one’s personal path over the will of a God. If one’s will leads to a harmful or immoral place, this is still permissible within the religion, because one sets their own moral laws. Similarly to antinomianism, elevating the individual will completely not only denies the authority of a monotheistic god, but also the authority of anyone but the individual to set moral guidelines.

Meaning, if a subscriber to either of these religions wanted to slaughter children in Gaza or sexually traffic children, it would be permissible to them because they would not accept the authority of anyone who would say this is morally wrong.

Jimmy the Jerkweed

Jimmy the Jerkweed, aka Jaaameeess Maaattthhheeewwwsss, ex so called combat veteran, gutless to a tee, shat himself at the first sound of the rotor cannons going off over a quiet suburb of Iraq. Poisoned me when he came to my house at Donald, stood there and said that it was his house, that he could cut off the security door, and could bulldoze it if he wanted too, then he stood there telling me about how his house mate at Donald, one time, tried to commit suicide, all Jimmy the Jerkweed could do was say to him as he was dying, “You’re bringing me down man, what am I going to do with the body, you’re such a downer”, didn’t ring for an ambulance, and for all I know he probably died and they buried him somewhere or ate him. Jimmy the Jerkweed told me that charming story, as I sat in my bedroom after he barged in to my house and told me that he lived there now, and that I was his tenant. As I sat there throwing up copious amounts of vomit, I threw up some 37 times that night, he told me that charming story, and how some Sri Lankan family used to live there, but he threw them out as well. Eventually I rang for an ambulance, and they said they would send a taxi to take me to the emergency department, when the taxi arrived I put a few things in the taxi and have not returned since. I know you’ll read this Jerkweed, so I am going to have you charged with attempted murder, since while I was in my loungeroom, drinking cups of tea, and you were nowhere to be seen, but you were in the house at the time, I heard, every time I let my tea brew, a little sound, as if some one was shaking a little sachet of powder into something, I heard you brush the plastic bag that hung on the fireplace, and since I was poisoned out at Nullawarre, with Cyanide and Arsenic, and when I threw up out there it was bright yellow, I heard you screaming out,”Blow it out of your fucking arsehole”, all through the night. But that is beside the point, remember long ago, at Mr. David Jantzen’s house, in Yuille St Ballarat, you were the jerkoff loser that came into the loungeroom, after I was drugged, and I had tried to save the 14 year old girl after she had been gang raped by 12 so called men, you were the one that came into the loungeroom, sat across from me, and said, “Do we do him over as well”, you were in the cupboard with all the clothes piled on top, filming the gang rape, I thought the cupboard looked strange, with a heap of clothes piled on top, did you enjoy masturbating while you filmed the gang rape, Jimmy Jerkweed, bye for now.

30 Benefits of Practicing Qigong

Qigong is a traditional Chinese mind-body practice combining gentle movement, breathwork, and meditation to cultivate, balance, and circulate vital energy (qi). Regular practice offers comprehensive benefits, including

reduced chronic pain, lower anxiety and depression, improved cardiovascular health, better balance, and stronger immune function. 

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Physical Health Benefits

1. Strengthens Immune System: Enhances the body’s defense mechanisms.

2. Improves Cardiovascular Function: Boosts heart health and efficiency.

3. Lowers Blood Pressure: Helps regulate vascular function.

4. Reduces Chronic Pain: Often used to alleviate discomfort, including back pain.

5. Improves Respiratory Capacity: Enhances breathing and lung function, particularly in COPD patients.

6. Increases Flexibility: Gently loosens muscles and joints.

7. Builds Balance: Reduces fall risks, especially in seniors.

8. Speeds Injury Recovery: Aids rehabilitation for injuries and surgeries.

9. Strengthens Muscles: Builds functional strength without high-impact stress.

10. Improves Digestion: Supports gastrointestinal function.

11. Enhances Bone Density: Helps maintain skeletal health.

12. Reduces Inflammation: Techniques like tapping help lower systemic inflammation.

13. Improves Sleep Quality: Helps alleviate insomnia and promotes restful sleep.

14. Boosts Energy Levels: Increases overall vitality and reduces fatigue.

15. Supports Detoxification: Enhances lymphatic system circulation. 

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Mental and Emotional Benefits
16. Reduces Stress: Lowers stress hormones like cortisol.
17. Decreases Anxiety: Calms the nervous system.
18. Alleviates Depression: Promotes better mood and emotional well-being.
19. Enhances Mental Clarity: Improves focus and concentration.
20. Cultivates Mindfulness: Promotes presence and self-awareness.
21. Balances Emotions: Helps process and release stuck emotional energy.
22. Promotes Relaxation: Activates the parasympathetic nervous system.
23. Increases Self-Efficacy: Empowers individuals to manage their own health.
24. Improves Mind-Body Connection: Enhances body awareness and spatial navigation.
25. Reduces Mental Fatigue: Provides mental rejuvenation. 

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Lifestyle and General Benefits
26. Accessible to All Fitness Levels: Adaptable for all ages, including the chronically ill.
27. Low Impact: Gentle on joints and ligaments.
28. Improves Posture: Encourages proper spinal alignment.
29. Promotes Longevity: Often called a practice for aging gracefully.
30. Versatile Setting: Can be practiced almost anywhere, indoors or outdoors. 

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These benefits are achieved by activating the body’s self-healing mechanisms through consistent practice, improving energy flow (qi) throughout the body.

I Am The Lord Of The Darkness

Poor Marky Boy, does he think he’s the Lord of Darkness, about all he’s the Lord of Darkness is Adrian’s big rotund anal hole. So, both you, Marky boy, and horrible little Adrian, are both, well oiled holes.

Australia, Run by Slags, for The Slags.

Well, well, well, is that the truth, is it, did Jacinta Allen, Anthony Albanese and The Police Chief Commissioner of Victoria, call me a serial paedophile did they. We’ll get this you treacherous rat mongrel bastards, it was I Henry d. Banwell , that was responsible for destroying The Group, that pack of rapist, paedophile, murdering rat mongrel paedophile bastards, that are responsible for multiple deaths, multiple gang rapes, kidnappings and various acts of cannibalism that has not been seen since the Roman Empire.

I was given orders in 1981 to get John Hankook, the ring leader of the then known criminal organisation based in Melbourne, called The Syndicate. Before that year, I was flown to North Vietnam where I engaged in counter terrorism activities with the S.A.S. John Hankook had teamed up with the Viet Cong, and were terrorising the local population of North Vietnam, I jumped into North Vietnam and engaged in a search and destroy mission, my kill rate was 17. We were unable to capture him and due to duplicitous means of the then current government, we were sold out to the enemy. I made my way back to Australia and then in 1981 I was ordered to seek and destroy John Hankook. Ever since that time ,I have hunted down members of his criminal organisation based in Melbourne, any way that I can, and using whatever means that were at my disposal. Since that time, I have been betrayed by just about every single person I have ever met, they all took the money, massive bribes, and treats to sway those people and betray their nation. I have been kidnapped 4 times, raped at least 33 times, been poisoned multiple times by everything from Sarin nerve gas in Donald 3 times, to cyanide poisoning many times. Since arriving in Warrnambool, I have been hunted and stalked and have been pursued by hitmen and criminals, whose aim was to take me down and thus take down the Wimmera Mallee, spread their evil to Melbourne, and then take over Canberra, I am the proverbial thorn in their side. I do not do these things for you ungrateful pack of shitty little losers in parliament and other places, I do these things for the children of Australia and the world. Today I heard that Anthony Albanese, Jacinta Allen and The Chief Commissioner of Victoria have slandered me as a serial paedophile, well I tell you what, slag breaths, I have heard that Anthony Albanese was a frequent visitor to the child brothel named Costellos in Sydney, Jacinta Allen frequents a child brothel in St. Kilda and The Police Commissioner of Victoria has a ton of child pornography on his computer. At present I am homeless, broke and received nothing in the way of help from any person, in fact I have been stymied every step of the way by those rat mongrel bastards and their disgusting shitty little mates. So today Australia, I shall ask God to place The Curse of a Thousand Lifetimes of misery on those responsible, and when I say, I am God’s right hand man and devoted servant, then I mean it. That curse means that you will be reborn a thousand times over countless lifetimes, and each time you are reborn by way of reincarnation, then your next life will be worse than the last.

Like To Learn Remote Viewing

intelligence operatives sit in focused silence. One agent, eyes closed, is engaged in a remote viewing session, surrounded by notes and sketches of distant locations. The atmosphere is tense and secretive, with shadows cast by the soft blue and green lights of the screens. Subtle details hint at covert operations, such as encrypted documents, surveillance equipment, and a wall displaying classified mission photos. The overall mood is mysterious and suspenseful, evoking the clandestine nature of intelligence work.

He sat and meditated, listened to the screams of various local Mincie boys, then he entered a trance like state, saw a large truck, a large red truck then gazed through the truck wall, saw the 25 kilos of heroin west bound Perth.

So you think all this psychic stuff is bullshit, Key people involved in the CIA's

Project Stargateinclude parapsychologists Hal Puthoff and Russell Targ, psychic subjects like Ingo Swann and Pat Price, and CIA/Army leadership. In its later years and review, the project involved researchers and scientific evaluators, such as statistician Jessica Utts and psychologist Raymond Hyman. The new American administration has announced plans for a grand AI initiative they call Stargate. That same codename was used during the Cold War for some bizarre CIA operations.

• Fifty years ago, Project Stargate employed people who supposedly possessed extra sensory perception (ESP) for techniques such as ‘remote viewing’ and psychokinesis (the ability to move objects with one’s mind), among other activities.

• How it began: CIA operatives believed that their Soviet counterparts might be engaging in the paranormal and therefore they couldn’t permit their rivals to get the upper hand. So in 1972, the US Congress allocated millions of dollars to fund the spy agency’s experiment in psychic techniques.

• The program was initially overseen by Major General Albert Stubblebine, a career Army man involved in intelligence. Serving under him was Lt. Skip Atwater. In all, no more than 20 people were involved.

• The project was subcontracted to the non-profit Stanford Research Institute in California (not associated with Stanford University). Russell Targ and Harold Puthoff, two parapsychologists, set about finding people who exhibited the talents required.

• They sought people capable of ‘remote viewing,’ a term they coined. Think of it as a kind of psychic version of a satellite imaging system — minus the technology. People with this ‘gift’ were supposedly able to see the locations of certain places and things in their mind’s eye despite being many miles away.

• Among the first individuals brought in was an Israeli nightclub performer named Uri Geller who professed psychic abilities. Tests were conducted, and Geller seemed like a natural fit. But he was soon deemed a fraud and was let go. He later became a world-famous celebrity who claimed to bend spoons with nothing but his mind.

• Next, they brought in a psychic named Ingo Swann. Targ and Puthoff were so impressed with his abilities that they published papers about his feats of remote viewing. Their findings were easily refuted in a public rebuke, and one of Swann’s colleagues outed him as a clever manipulator.

• Another promising candidate for the project was Rosemary Smith. She was an administrative assistant who proved…

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Red truck, westbound Perth, 25 kilos heroin, Sydney, 1600 Kilos, Meth, busted.

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He woke to the usual screams, information started coming in through the wall, ASIO were employing paedophiles, $5000 a week, to sit around, take drugs, relay information to HQ and rape a few children, that was what was being said from the surrounding neighbourhood in Horsham. Now it all made sense, the fake deployment, the mission critical objective, no intel, no support, no weapon, no ID and continually forced out onto the street homeless, with hundreds of people screaming the most bloodthirsty, spine chilling stories you could ever hope to imagine. Young girls being chainsawed in half, people’s houses being broken into, children being gang raped and brutally tortured to death after being savagely gang raped. Eyes torn out, people inserting their penis into gaping wounds in young girls bodies, just to see what it felt like sexually. Continually abused from every corner of the neighbourhood, 24 hours, each and every day, food drugged every time I returned home, with a dirty little ex. ADF soldier, being accused of travelling to Kandahar to blind young village girls if they didn’t suck his dick, with the very ex soldier saying to my face, “I have killed babies, I have done terrible things”, and this is the pathetic miserable cretin who suddenly turned up and booted me out onto the street after he poisoned me and was going to cut my throat and the people of Donald were going to cover it up, all with the help of the Police, and when I enquired at the Police station for assistance with accomodation, I was told that, “We don’t do that anymore”.

The Holy Grail

A casual glance was all it took, reading the local daily rag,Tai Chi classes, I wonder what Tai Chi is like, got a vague idea, I’ll go along and give it a shot. The hall was large with wooden floors and the instructor was a genial fellow and taught us the moves. After about three weeks the enthusiasm wore off and then we were informed that our instructor had to leave due to work commitments and would be replaced with another teacher. I had nearly quit but decided to continue and see what the new fellow was like and attended the next lesson with a measured degree of anticipation. I glanced over my shoulder to the right and watched as a Chinese fellow glided across the room and took up position in front of the class, I had thought to myself as I watched his entry, “That’s the man” and glued my eyes to his every move. I eventually learnt the moves and the six levels of the routine, Tai Chi 108 and practiced ardently until I had to leave due to accommodation issues. I practiced whenever I could and developed my skills over a thirty year period. Many tried to disrupt my practice, they thought many things that were untrue and feared facing me and undertook the ways of a cowardly thief in the night. Eventually they ousted me from my home and I sought refuge in a nearby town where I thought that perhaps I would be able to escape their depredations.

Then came the day, it had been a comfortable session the day before and was eagerly looking towards another relaxing session of Tai Chi. He started with Zhan Zhuang, then the limbering up exercises, then exercises for the inner organs and bone structure, so by the time he was up to Tai Chi he was relaxed and all parts of his body were limbered up and ready to go. He heard subtle whispers that had a certain allure and enticed the practitioner towards greater efforts and greater rewards. He began by testing the waters, would he hurt himself, at the ripe old age of 63 he sometimes had a certain amount of hesitation, not wanting to injure himself. He had practiced Warrior Luohan and found that he had not pulled any muscles and paused to refresh himself. He waited for the right moment and commenced his routine, he delighted in the movements and suddenly found he had the speed of a Bruce Lee or a Jet Li, whether or not he was as fast as or quicker is of no concern. He punched with the speed of lightning and his shirt cuffs made whooshing sounds as their blows found their mark.

He finished his routine and went about his business, over the next few days there were strange whispering stories, accolades that surprised him and he hesitated to take the honourable title that was bestowed upon him by the many voices of the wind. He was overjoyed by his success, a voice muttered outside his room, “We measured how fast you moved, you are faster than Bruce Lee, not as fast as Jet Li, keep up the good work and good luck in the future”.

As he sat at The Silver Table, he listened to the voices that sprang up from around the town, it was bandied around that four people had betrayed their profession and had been given a choice, a vital profession that should never have been betrayed. They had a choice, they could study with me for a period of six years and become real men and at the end they would receive a million dollars tax free payment, they would have been housed and fed as well. He waited until they had watched both the recommended videos and they debated their position with each other and the likelihood of success. They sought counsel and the organisers asked for my patience, he waited and thought that it could not be that difficult a decision, young and fit, a million dollar tax free pay check at the end of the training, turned into a well trained lethal weapon or face a hefty prison term. He waited till into the night, no one came.

Covert Operations and The Initiation

It began in childhood, all the way from that dark place, to the light, to the Earth. It was brutal training, no one knew, not a word was spoken, thrown out of a plane in the dead of night, placed under sedation for years, interrogated, all for the sake of the planet.Had it not been for a communications device, and a bit of a flourish of the pen, then all would have been lost. The world was steeped in illusion, minds scattered by a thousand drugs, people homeless, forests wiped out and the sea poisoned. Men lost their way, women lost their chastity, children begged for food in the darkness of hunger. Still the beast lingered, growing ever weaker by the day, word of mouth was the best solution, knowledge was key and wisdom was sought in matters of the heart. People regained their faith in their own solitude and sought comfort in the repose of solitude and the peace of a quiet place, an empty room, a forest glade, a babbling brook and listened for guidance from within. God works in mysterious ways, “Have you lost your way, do you seek the light”, he wondered to himself, “Perhaps a little turmoil and perhaps order will come out of chaos”. In times of struggle and duress, who do you call on, when all is dark and you are lost in the wilderness, do you open your heart and mind and seek guidance or do you curl up into a little ball, call out to your God, seek his peace and he will guide your way, if it is your time, then so be it, but know this, you will return to another life, born once again to loving parents, who will nurture you and guide you on the path, then you will make your own way and you will trust in their Almighty to light your path.

The Sloron Empire

They were the Minncie’s, basically a drug fucked group of paedophiles dedicated to the downfall of the human race. Their ways were perverse and devious, first they raised their numbers over the decades and then launched their attacks from various bases around the globe. They had long range plans and would amass great fortunes to fund their efforts. On certain pre-ordained dates, they would launch an offensive, their objective was to establish methods, test new weapons on the populations, and subtly influence government and security organisations around the world. Their children were brought up to be a veritable Jekyll and Hyde, street angel, house devil. Once they had established their battle tactics, they would begin by influencing the more susceptible elements of the population. Small towns first, then smaller regions of larger areas that had more access to critical infrastructure and facilities that were a low security issue and able to be farmed for information. Laws were changed down the years so that certain key elements and factions were given light sentences , then upon release they were provided with new identities and began honing their skills and learning from their mistakes. Key personnel were targeted, those that had influence and charisma, their ideologies were influenced and public perception was subtly guided to finance their illegal operations.

Those that had a public or even not so public profile were targeted and harassed so that their effects on the population were nullified, the ways of Spiritual beliefs were downgraded, so that any time that a person mentioned a Spiritual figure, their comments were met with disdain. It wasn’t so much as an abusive comment but a hardly noticeable negative remark that cast doubt into the believer. Whether it be true or not, but one figure was supposedly coerced, dosed with a forget me not drug, and told a heap of bullshit, so that they would not be able to use their trusted guide and so would rely on the advice of those that sought personal gain and did not work for the benefit of their nation and of their planet. Role models were abused and sullied, drugs, pornography and alcohol were promoted to the general public so as to lower their morals and therefore society would become more degenerate and therefore, they would be able to make more money from their illegal and disgusting industries.

One subtle way was to influence certain key events during a persons life, their first time in a church, a small child is taken in and shown the figure of a man nailed to a cross, with massive thorns through his head and his hands and feet nailed to the cross as well. The small child would hold their hand to their mouth, and ask in terror, “Who’s that man”, their parents would reply, “That’s our Lord, Jesus Christ, who died for our sins, that God his father sent to earth to die for our sins”. Can you imagine what that would do to a small child, it would cast doubt, horror and an absolute fear of God into the heart and mind of that child, he or she would fear that place every time they walked inside, their dreams would be filled with images of barbarians nailing God’s son to a cross, then they would live in a permanent state of fear and be able to be influenced and coerced and made to give up their freedom, their self mastery and their time and financial wealth, they would never be truly happy ever again.

Another way is to make every one fast, old and young, and go and say their prayers at whatever place of worship they chose, then they would return home, starving hungry and have to wait until an appointed time to eat. The little child sits there, looking at the clock, stomach aching for food, not understanding why he or she had to wait two hours for tea or supper. While they waited, they became anxious, their little stomachs began to knot up, they began to panic and therefore became fearful, their bodies went into flight or fight mode, simply because they were scared, scared of not eating again. The body would release certain chemicals that are triggered during times of stress or panic, cortisol is released and adrenaline, these two and other chemicals flood the body to aid in survival tactics, such as running away from a lion or other imminent danger. Finally they would sit down to eat, they would taste the food and find it did not go down too well, they were not able to eat much, little did they know that the body has to expell these chemicals before it can properly digest food. The result is that by the next day you are left with the refuse of chemically treated food in your stomach that makes you feel sick and takes days to eliminate from your body, eventually you associate fasting and prayer with dread and terror, the terror of starvation, and you lose faith.

They eventually were at the stage where they secreted four suitcase bombs in four capital cities, it was indeed possible, start a nuclear war and ravage the ruins and the remaining population.

To be continued?

One of Your Local Tourguides

He ‘Will’ look after you, sonny jimbo.