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The first translations of the Bible, being Greek, referred to the underworld as Hades. Later, this was again flat-out stolen from the Nords, who named their underworld after the eponymous ruler Hel, one of Loki's three bastard children, pictured above, which we use today.
So yeah, it was all completely made up, in the least creative way imaginable. Don't let a little thing like historical fact get in the way of your belief system, though!
Well, internet, I said I'd post three legit graphics for every bullshit one you belched out. Very strange dispersion on this one, though. Here's the third.
Fulford says a lot of stuff I don't believe, but his account of this is roughly true. What they were hoping to get out of it other than the obvious trashing of the planet, I don't know. It's something I have to think about some more.
What I do know is that, long-term, this is far more damaging to the US than it will be to Japan, simply by way of the air and water currents, which all the weather modification technology in the world cannot significantly change.
Macrocosm-microcosm, either way, don't get close
Goons in Unlikely Places
This brave new world, where all kinds of people get paid for the strangest, most seemingly innocuous things...but affect our world in very serious ways. Some of these guys work out of major studios, some from home, but rest assured, this is their full-time fully-paid occupation. Here's a list of these fuckers. Know thine enemy!
The Debater - endlessly trolls on forum after forum, either spouting elite-endorsed opinions or agitating those who threaten their dominance.
The Caller - interrupts your favorite live shows in an attempt to sabotage them in any way possible. Common strategies include wasting time, droning on about nothing, saying nothing at all when the call is picked up, antagonizing everyone involved, or just plain being an idiot.
The Participant - the oldest form of shill, the audience participant will appear in the background or foreground of various news broadcasts, sports events, presentations, or concerts to deliver a scripted reaction expected by the one organizing said event.
The Memer - shits up the forum by blasting one meme after another or referencing them ad nauseum. The Cult-loyal commercial slinger of the internet.
The Troper - references media constantly for no reason whatsoever. The most obviously MK'd type of creep ever known. They never leave their exposure to media, as reality seems to them a commercial break from it.
The Bibbler - Why develop your own personality when you can cower behind some religious blather, and pretend to possess the same authority that they pretend to possess?
I'll be sure to add to this later.
They pulled me from the garbage just to put me back in; then Mom came along and then took me again.
Happy Mother's day, in advance.
And they called it "The Little Men"
A Simple Hypnosis Self-test
Without the MK baby considerations, general-use MK can be described as a mixture of pharmacological and psychological means of manipulation used to control behavior in a tyrannical and destructive manner. Psychiatry, I'm looking at you here. Other means of reinforcing an MK system are through the use of repeated messages such as psychic driving, where a simple command is repeated ad nauseum. This is why sites like these as well as many others can cover so much material, because the symbols binding the messages are so often repeated, the wealth of material with regard to this subject is practically endless.
To test the susceptibility of a particular individual to the power of suggestion, there is a simple procedure that can be done with nothing other than the company of a trusted friend. This demonstration should last no less than five minutes, but no more than ten to avoid being tedious. Here's how to do it, courtesy of my own self-taught education regarding hypnosis and NLP:
Have your friend close their eyes and hold their arms out in front of them outstretched with their hands clenched, as if they were holding a bucket in each hand out in front of them. There must be absolute silence in the room, and your friend must be fairly relaxed, probably sitting and comfortable. Then, once this is established, begin with a script as follows:
"You are now holding two empty buckets before you. In your hands are the handles to them and the buckets swing freely, unobstructed. Right now, they are practically weightless, plastic buckets, but fairly large, so you must hold them away from you. Now I am going to take a pitcher of water and fill them."
Pause here, and continue going on about this process. Describe the heaviness that increases with each pitcher, using increasingly descriptive vocabulary to convey the sense of weight you are instilling in your friend's imaginary buckets. At the end, they will be full and practically unbearable, with the strain of the buckets on the brink of their physical strength. Improvisation is not encouraged here, but mandatory. The script above is only to provide a basic example of how to begin the demonstration.
At the end of the experiment, have your friend open their eyes and see where their hands are. This is their susceptibility to hypnosis, more or less. With the hands at the side, imagine the "score" to be around 100% or completely hypnotizable; held completely outright, that score would be zero.
A creepy, but valuable life lesson and far more beneficial than screwing around watching television.
...or just someone who uses a little bit of everything to get the perfectly balanced shade.
"Kiss the girl" from the Little Mermaid. Funny thing: every time I type the phrase, I always misspell it as "kils".
Fucking chi. In my world, she floats in that lake face down, and I didn't see nothin'.
The Little Man, or, My First Codename
Spring 1992
I came out of the building as quickly as I could, but was nevertheless intercepted by a man much taller than I was, in peak condition, and smiling widely .
"Can't even buy a pack of cigarettes, and he single-handedly breaks up a child prostitution ring."
"Well, I don't buy cigarettes."
"Oh really," he laughed even harder, "what's that in your pocket, then?"
Cigarette vending machines are not easy to find. Damn it.
"It's a...uh...pack of playing cards!"
He just laughed even harder. "I'm not here to get you in trouble for smoking, man!" He shook his head. Mom!
I breathed a sigh of relief, took out the "playing cards", and offered one to the guy.
"You want one? I know I need one." I put it in my mouth and fumbled around for my lighter.
"That was the whole thing. The entire operation."
"Nnnnnno," I said, feeling a little guilty that I couldn't share his appreciation. I was grateful for the visit, and making my mom proud was really just everything to me, but I wasn't going to give out any false impressions, despite all of this.
"I'm really glad you're here and I'm totally glad you're happy about it," first and foremost, "But this...there's way more to this..."
"Yeah, we know that. But that one. That one was yours!"
I said nothing and silently shook my bowed head in gratitude.
"You need to start smokin'. That was some good work."
"Thanks."
At this point, my codename was not "the man," but instead, "the little man." Pretty good, I thought. In time though, they became differentiated into "the vessel" and "Death". I'm sure there are others, but these are the standard. This is where we are now, as far as I know. Having written it down, I'm sure this has all changed. On the other hand, as I mentioned before, this chronicle itself is a directive. I don't know the names of my fellow agents, so there's no endangerment here.
Despite what you hear in the movies and TV, this is actually the case in reality. When an agent outlives their usefulness, when their cover is blown, they are not discouraged from writing these things down, especially if they've been good, and very especially if they make the Agency look good. The truth of the matter here is that they've deemed me worthy of this task, and I am currently fulfilling it. There's an awful lot to do still. It's been going on full throttle for twenty years, so it's going to take some time. I must remain patient.
Mom kept talking about it so much that, out of apparent spite and an inevitable leak of information (yes, they have moles, too), the vending machine was removed from the lobby. Every time I complained about it, people just laughed. This laughter, however, was not out of spite, since it was the same kind of laughing I often heard when, after soliciting people at the front doors of liquor stores around the neighborhood, they would come out and hand me a pack before leaving.
Most of those people from that meeting are dead now. And that's a true story you can smile about.
If you're still looking to blame me for something, this would be my first suggestion: Chicago Illuminati, I was instrumental in killing your little pedo friends.
What's the matter? You don't like me anymore?
Til death do us waste the ammo.
You do.
I endorse these products!
Winter 2011
Mom wouldn't let me download this at the time. I guess it was too obvious.
I threw a tantrum, anyway. I wasn't serious about it though.
The Manchurian Pain-in-the-ass
That's a pretty good one, too.
Jenny McCarthy: went to a private Catholic high school a little over a mile from my house (beta), here playing the spy Tanya, whose main ability was to blow up buildings with C4.
Where Blow-up Meets Blowback
Dox for Rocks, front office sign.
Porcelain face / doll programming
The uniform look with the members' personalities emphasized served as a modeling routine which encouraged the programming of MPD.