Originally Posted February 4, 2007
These are the latest pieces to the Superbowl puzzle:
1) A Tower
2) African Americans
3) The Number 3
4) George Bush
Posted by W199i
also: this is superbowl 41 - Bush sr. was the 41st president, major NWO figure, talked about the NWO on 9/11/91 (or was it '90?) 41 years ago today was 2/4/66 --- 2+4=6; 666 now i'm just having fun...or am i?
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5) Bears = Russia
Posted by AC 191085
colts= usa
Bears Russia
Do the math
http://www.godlikeproductions.com/bbs/message.php?page=2&messageid=338548&showdate=2/4/07&mpage=1
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6) Washroom Facilities
Posted by User 175134
IT IS FUNNY AND REAL !! PLEASE READ IT !! (no link)
Super threat Bowl... to the drainage Ivis Aburto MIAMI. - While the eyes of the world will be today in the grate of the Dolphin Stadium, the Service of Waters and Culverts of Miami will cross the fingers because its drainage survives the half time of the Super Bowl. The authorities fear that the massive visit to the bath of million people saturates the system, reason why have asked viewers, residents and until a visitors whom they avoid to go all to the toilet during the interval. "He would be better for us if people go sooner or later", spokesman Frank Calderón explained. Esteem which in the half time, about 90 million Americans go bathroom, which at the same time implies 1,3 trillions of liters of liquid in the drainage, bases similar to the volume of water that falls of the Cataracts of the Niagara in 39 minutes. Now, who get ready for the duel between the Bears of Chicago and the Colts of Indianapolis, they must program until its visits to the bath.
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This is another of Purpleaura’s dreams that has continued to haunt us.
Purpleaura's Dream ~ September 28, 2005
Seems I am attending a funeral. As I reach the place to attend I am aware of a huge estate, a big white building. It jumps and group of people are being greeted by an African male who looks like he’s around his late 20's-30's. He is organizing his father’s funeral. I have to talk to him about something and as I get to him I say, "I need to speak to you about something". He looks at me and says he hasn’t got time, that he needs to go to the ? (a word that wasn’t English and I couldn’t hear). I say, “You mean you have to go to the bathroom?” He says, "Yes, really quick", and dashes to where there are people standing and talking next to the restroom. I got annoyed and decided to go find a place to sit for the funeral and walked around the side of the house, a huge white building.
It jumps and people are trying to sit down on what looked like the tiered stands they have at stadiums. They were packed and I am trying to find a space to sit. I see some family members in the top tier but there wasn’t any way to reach them. I didn’t want to be at this funeral but out of respect I went. I gathered the funeral was for an older African American male.
It jumps again and I saw a space, there are a few tiered stands in a room. It looked like a stone room (medieval/gothic style room, carved archways etc.), and there are African Americans sitting on the other side of the room. I was sitting with a group of people near the arch that was next to a passageway. I gathered the African American were family members.
The next thing I see through the arches is an older African American male, he looked like he was in his 60's-70's, being carried on a stretcher. He had an oxygen mask on his face and looked serious. A younger African American lady sticks her head out of one of the arches and says, "Is my grandfather ok, is it bad?" Now I am pissed because it suddenly hit me. We are having the funeral for this older African American male who was supposedly dead, yet he is still alive. Granted it seems he is seriously ill, being brought along the passage on a stretcher, but he is still alive.
Suddenly one of the African American ladies comes over and asks, "Could you kindly move? This place is reserved for family". Now I am really pissed as this is not the truth, they wanted us out of this room quickly. So I decide to leave and was looking around at the filled tier stands, and decide I may as well have a wander around the outside of the white building. So I went around the part where we were in the dream and this part of place was painted white. As I go to the front of the house, I suddenly noticed that the bricks were not painted white but were in fact bare bricks, and that there were loads of scaffolding all over the place.
Then it jumps again…crazy. All the staff in the building were coming out; the scenery seemed to change as I came around from the house. It started snowing and the people were coming outside busily. I had a white shirt on yet I was not cold, I was fine. The people in the dream were wearing white shoulder wraps with red fur trim. One of them came over and offered me a shoulder wrap to keep warm saying it was too cold. I thanked them and said I was OK. They thought I was crazy and by this time the snow was falling heavily yet I still did not feel the cold. The people coming out I felt were Russian.
It jumps again and suddenly I am watching as another Russian group comes out over to the other group, and tells them all to go back into the building to work. Suddenly this woman steps forward and says “No”. The other Russian party repeats the statement to get back in the building and work. Again she replies “No”. It’s at this stage that both the Russian groups step forward, and the group that demanded the other group go back in the building, suddenly pulls out a gun and shoots the other group’s woman leader in the right leg. I noticed the ground fall of snow. The lady leader who had been shot gets up from the ground and carries on walking. As she gets up I notice there is a big crater of melted snow that is now water. I see her approaching the other group, and it’s at this point I awoke from dream.
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Miss Scarlet’s Dream ~ October 1, 2005
George Senior was sitting on some bleacher type seating, could have been a stadium, not sure but probably. Maybe I was at the same funeral you were? It seems I and a bunch of others had been hired to escort different dignitaries to and from this event, whatever it was. I couldn't believe I had to escort George Bush, I was not happy. I stood there quite a few tiers below him, looking up, dreading having to go do this.
I didn't want to touch him, I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't even want to be in his space. I wanted to ask him how he could be so evil and tell him his son was out of control and look what a monster he created.
When I first saw him he was sittings sideways and I was seeing the profile of the left side of his face only. He was wearing a brown suit that was crumpled and wrinkled and he looked like a cartoon or a caricature of himself. It looked like he was sitting on a wall with his legs dangling over the edge. His face was very long and his nose really stood out.
Then I thought "There must be something I can do to keep his bad vibes away from me". I don't know what happened after that, I feel like I blacked out momentarily. When I awoke again I decided there was no way out of this task and I better just go do it. I looked up and now George was himself instead of a cartoon but dressed in a gold cardigan. I started making my way up the bleachers and I got to him and he stood up. I put one arm around his lower back and the other one was in front of me and holding on to his arm just above his elbow. He smiled at me and we started walking and that was it.
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Purpleaura’s Dream ~ June 19, 2006
I am coming back from a vacation of some sort and instead of the usual commercial airplanes; we are at what appears to be a small airport. When we enter the building it looks like a hangar containing small jet planes. There is a line-up for each small jet, the doors are open, and suitcases are being loaded.
It jumps and I’m looking outside, it looks like when the jets come out of the hanger, there’s a small runway. And I mean a small runway, it looks like a small square, and is surrounded by blue water. I thought, “This is a small takeoff space for these planes”.
Now I am watching from above and I see one of these planes come out and it does and U turn and then suddenly lifts off. It reminded me of a super-sonic plane. After that another plane comes out and this time it comes straight out, no U-turn, but speeds up and literally flies off.
It jumps again and it appears I am watching people check these planes out, and they all looked like African American faces. I wondered if I was on a tropical island, it had a feel about it. Suddenly I am hearing a voice saying, “For each commercial airliner, it costs the industry 19 million when it goes down. These are the smallest and safest planes out there. We affectionately call them Dr Peppers as they are red. When the commercial jumbos hit the ground, they explode with the force of a small atom bomb”. I thought, “Ok just what I wanted to know”.
So it jumps back and I’m in the hangar again, waiting as people are getting on the planes, thinking it’s my turn. But nope, for some reason mine has been bypassed. They put out the plane number on a metal stand, none of this electronic get-up. The lines were small and there appeared to be a rope to segregate the small line of people getting on. Then I remember them calling our number. I am sure the number read "523" or "532". I heard them say, “Before you board you need your plane tickets and ID to board”. I remember lining up, if you could call it a line. The small planes only seem to hold not more than 15-20 people.
I hand over my ticket and nearly forgot about the ID, so I dug in my handbag and gave her what appeared to be passport and something else (another ticket of some sort, boarding pass?). The lady, who was security and checking people in, was an African American lady. She took a long time with my ID and passport. It was then I noticed on my passport and ticket, not only did it have my picture, but it had the kids in the photos with me. Hubby wasn’t there on my passport. Then I remember thinking, “There are 3 of us on it, yet really there’s me and the kids, so there are 4”. She hands it back to me and she is smiling as I walk away. The reason I think she took so long is, she was admiring the kids, especially my daughter. I think what was weird when I was looking at the picture of the kids was, it was taken around Christmas. The boys and my daughter are in the middle and she looked about 1 year old I think. I was walking to the plane, it was 2 steps to the open door, and then I woke up.
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Purpleaura also found this interesting tidbit:
June 23, 2006
What's the connection between the MLK assassination and Dr Pepper?
The connection here is a little more tenuous than the one for JFK above, but here it is:
In 1968, Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated, and James Earl Ray was convicted of that crime after pleading guilty to it in 1969. However, within days of that conviction, Ray insisted that he was innocent, and kept insisting it right up until his death in 1998. For the last twenty years of Ray's life, an attorney by the name of William F. Pepper, L.L.D., tried to reopen Ray's case in order to get Ray a new trial. So (for those of you who can't see this coming), the name of the attorney for the convicted assassin of Martin Luther King was... Dr. Pepper!
Strange, but true.
