Calling Occupants

Who's Kind of Town?

2009-04-29T23:35:00.007-06:00

Well I just don’t know where my head is at sometimes. Thankfully I have those voices in the night who kindly point the way.

Purpleaura’s Vector 5 dream involved a man in a blue uniform and either Chicago or San Francisco. As she learned today, Baxter Pharmaceutical’s head office is in Deerfield. Close enough. And they have a subsidiary in Mexico.

Baxter Plant in Mexico Named Among IndustryWeek's Top 10 Best Plants

DEERFIELD, Ill., December 19, 2008 — Baxter’s manufacturing plant in Cuernavaca, Mexico has been named one of the 10 Best Plants in North America for 2008 by IndustryWeek magazine. Winners of the competition were selected based on key performance metrics, as well as dedication to continually improving people and processes.

http://www.baxter.com/about_baxter/news_room/news_releases/2008/12_19_08_industryweek.html

The voices of the night reminded me that Chicago is known as the Windy City. It was a really weird night though and I don’t know if I heard it in a dream or just remembered it or what. All I know is I woke up at some obscure time with that thought in my head. I gotta say I felt like a moron for not connecting that detail. I was well aware of that fact and have been for quite some time.

Anyhoo, this might be a good time to talk about one of the recent Mary dreams since it featured a very well-known Chicago resident.

April 27, 2009

I'm in a summer-type room at my mom's that doesn't exist in this realm. It was in the back of the house and was made mostly of screens so I’m assuming the weather was nice. I was laying on a daybed, Mary was sitting on a couch and we were watching TV when Obama walks in the door dressed in a black pin-striped suit. There was something about his smile that was different. It was still gleaming white but nowhere near as charismatic. Quite ordinary.

He approached me and stepped up onto the daybed and I’m thinking WTF is he doing? He stumbled around a bit as he was having trouble keeping his footing on the mattress. It seemed like he was trying to position himself a certain way and kept asking me to do something but I didn’t understand what he was saying. A few times his crotch got a little too close to my face and I thought if he thinks he’s getting some of that he can just forget it.

Finally he put one of his feet near my face and I could see his pant cuff was all knotted up, it looked like a thread had gotten tangled in the cuff and it wasn’t hanging properly. I untangled his cuff and he promptly got off the daybed and went to sit beside Mary. His presence at our mom’s house did not seem at all unusual.

I decided to have a smoke and remembered that Obama was a smoker, wonder if he quit yet. Just then he asks if he can bum a smoke so I said sure as long as he didn’t mind Canadian menthol cigarettes. I opened the pack and held it towards him so he could grab one and noticed it had no markings. The lower two thirds of the pack was dark green and the upper third a lighter green stripe, but it was missing any brand name or any of the warnings or any text at all. I told him if he didn’t like menthol my mom also smoked and probably had some Peter Jacksons (she hasn’t smoked those for at least 20 years). He said he was ok with the menthol. I can’t recall if he hung around long enough to smoke it, next thing I know he got up and walked out the door. I said to Mary “That's the first time a president has ever bummed a smoke from me”. We went back to watching TV.

The dream then took a turn in another direction that I don’t think relates to this but who knows.

As far as San Francisco goes, it occurred to me that San Francisco is often referred to as SF. Funny how it shares the same abbreviation as the Swine Flu and the Spanish Flu.

Another funny thing is, while I was brushing my teeth this morning I wondered if Colgate had anything to do with all this (wonder what Obama uses to maintain that big shiny smile?) However, I totally forgot about that until I received an email from Purpleaura this evening (at 6:11 to be exact), and she stated it was probably nothing but she was looking through some old blogs and got to wondering if Colgate has anything to do with this. She found a couple of very interesting things:

A contaminant in a Chinese-produced blood thinner is believed to have caused the deaths of 81 Americans. Food and Drug Administration officials now suspect that a lethal substance was added to heparin deliberately. Poisoned pet food led to the death of many revered animals. Poison in toothpaste led to the need to destroy great quantities of the product.

The FDA has identified the source of the tainted drug as Changzhou SPL, a subsidiary of Scientific Protein Laboratories and the eventual supplier of contaminated heparin to Baxter International, the manufacturer and distributor of the product. David G. Strunce, CEO of Scientific Protein Laboratories, termed the discovery "an insidious act," adding that it "seems to us an intentional act upstream in the supply chain." Baxter's chief executive, Robert Parkinson, expressed alarm "that one of our products was used in what appears to have been a deliberate scheme to adulterate a life-saving medication."

http://www.jbs.org/index.php/news-feed-archive/1626-pet-food-toothpaste-toys-and-now-lethal-drugs-from-china

So I guess I take back what I said earlier about the Russians being blamed, looks like China’s the fall guy this time.

This was even more interesting:

Report title: Colgate-Palmolive Co acquires Baxter Travenol Lab-Amer McCaw from Baxter International Inc

http://www.alacrastore.com:80/storecontent/Thomson_M&A/Colgate_Palmolive_Co_acquires_Baxter_Travenol_Lab_Amer_McCaw_from_Baxter_International_Inc-141718020

Just this very moment I wondered what got us on the subject of Colgate in the first place and it was dream Purpleaura had of a scientist being murdered.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-working-on-blog-for-couple-of.html

Don’t know where all this is leading (in circles at the moment). If the plan is to wipe out millions again, what are we (humanity as a whole) to do about it? Is there a miracle cure? Is it deep dish pizza?

The Ants Are My Friends

2009-04-28T00:16:00.008-06:00

So, is this the uber doom we’ve all been anticipating? Purpleaura’s been having dreams for years of another plague that will wipe out a good portion of humanity, Vector 5 delves into some of those dreams.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/09/vector-5.html

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*Sigh* if only we could find the meaning of Vector 5. It’s been haunting us for four long years. Considering this latest “flu”, (and I use that term loosely), is a crazy concoction of four different viruses, viruses that would never intermingle naturally, I’m wondering if Vector 5 will be an even deadlier recipe with the addition of one more noxious ingredient. There is no doubt whatsoever in our minds this virus was manufactured. Try to imagine a pig, a horse, a bird and a human all copulating at the same time to produce one single offspring carrying the traits of its four parents. I’m no geneticist but that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me.

So who’s in charge on Dr. Morreau’s island and how was this virus distributed? I hate to lay the blame on my own country, but WTF was the Canadian National Microbiology Laboratory doing when they thought it would be a good idea to reconstruct the Spanish Flu of 1918? The one that killed 50 million people?

This article was published January 18 of this year. If you haven’t read any of the other blogs, I will reiterate 118 is a “pay attention” number for Purpleaura and me.

Lethal secrets of 1918 flu virus

Scientists who recreated "Spanish flu" - the 1918 virus which killed up to 50m people - have witnessed its remarkable killing power first hand.

The lungs of infected monkeys were destroyed in just days as their immune systems went into overdrive after a Canadian laboratory rebuilt the virus.

The reason for the lethal nature of the 1918 flu was never fully understood.

But the experts behind this test say they have found a human gene which may help explain its unusual virulence.

They are hoping to help control any future pandemic and believe that the strain may hold clues that will help them.

Despite the large number of casualties at the time, doctors had no way to preserve tissue samples taken from infected patients, so researchers used an ingenious method to overcome this.

The preserved body of a flu victim buried in Arctic permafrost was exhumed, and they painstakingly extracted the genetic material needed to work out the structure of the H1N1 virus.

Then, in a maximum "biosafety" facility at Canada's National Microbiology Laboratory they reconstructed a fully functioning virus, and infected macaque monkeys to see what would happen.

Suns and Ducks

2009-03-14T14:04:00.016-06:00

The official name of the Pyramid is "The Great American Pyramid."

The Pyramid is 321 feet tall, or 32 stories -- the third largest pyramid in the world.

The Memphis, Tennessee pyramid is a 60 percent replica of the Great Pyramid of Cheops in Egypt.

A 20 foot statue of Ramses the Great stands guard at the Pyramid's entrance.

Purpleaura had a dream last night that at first doesn’t seem too freaky but upon further investigation has turned up a few interesting items.

My mum’s best friend (also a family friend) went to a travel agency to look into a vacation. For some reason Spain comes to mind. The friend couldn’t afford much but wanted to look into it anyway, and she didn’t want a hotel any further than 9 miles away from the airport. The travel agent said the flight would cost $149 which she thought was a bit pricey. The travel agent mentioned a hotel called the Peabody so I looked on the computer to check the distance between it and the airport and found it was a little over 9 miles. The friend said it looked bigger on the map (blue and white with a scale in miles underneath), and appeared to be within the 9-mile radius. I knew this wouldn’t do because she had to get around without a car, then I woke up.

The first freaky thing is the Peabody in Memphis is at 149 Union Avenue. I can guarantee neither of us knew that prior to this dream. Purpleaura measured the distance from the Peabody to the Memphis International Airport and found, just like in her dream, it is a little over 9 miles (11.4 according to Google Earth). I did a search for Peabody + Spain and found the General Dewitt Spain Airport near downtown Memphis, which is only 4.2 miles from the Peabody.

U.S. Airways flight 149 departs today from Phoenix and arrives in Columbus Ohio at 4:44pm. If you measure the distance between Phoenix and Columbus on Google Earth you will find it takes you directly through Memphis. Maybe the flight path is different but that’s the most efficient route by ground. If you want to fly from Atlanta to Memphis you can find a good deal at this site,

http://www.hotelstravel.com/North_America/US/TN/Memphis/PeabodyHotel.html

where you can get a flight for $149.

Another thing not so freaky but more peculiar was walking into work yesterday behind a co-worker. Along the way another girl joined the parade and stated “It’s the march of the ladies”, where I immediately began walking like a penguin. The first thing I did this morning is check out the Peabody in Memphis and the introducktory paragraph at Wikipedia is:

The Peabody Hotel is a luxury hotel in Memphis, Tennessee. The hotel is well known for the famous "Peabody Ducks" that live on the hotel rooftop, but which make daily treks to the hotel's lobby in a daily "March of Ducks" celebration.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peabody_Hotel

That jogged my memory because my mom and sisters were in Memphis not too long ago and made a trek to the Peabody specifically to watch the March of the Ducks. Before that I had never heard of the place or the duck attraction but mom was pretty hepped up about it. Interesting to note my mother is crazy about penguins (at last count there were well over 300 in her collection), so that connection was kind of weird. Then again maybe march is referring to something else like say a month of the year. If so then also weird that Purpleaura saw 149 in her dream and today is March 14th, 2009.

Also relating to the Peabody and March 14th is Joe Biden’s speaking engagement at the Little Rock Peabody tonight:

America's second-in-command is scheduled to make a stop in Little Rock. Vice President Joe Biden is expected to visit Arkansas Saturday evening at the Peabody hotel.

http://www.fox16.com/news/local/story/Vice-President-Biden-comes-to-Little-Rock/7SpCVWpa7ECXZeHRdHAPXA.cspx?rss=315

It should also be noted that the Mississippi River was allegedly discovered by Spanish explorer Hernando de Soto, just south of Memphis.

Now a bit about the man for which the Peabody was named, George Peabody:

George Peabody (February 18, 1795 – November 4, 1869) was an entrepreneur and philanthropist who founded the Peabody Institute. He was born in what was then South Danvers, Massachusetts (now Peabody, Massachusetts), to a family with Puritan antecedents in the state, but that was solidly middle class. His birthplace at 205 Washington Street in Peabody is now the George Peabody House Museum, a museum dedicated to preserving his life and legacy. One of George Peabody's longtime business associates and friends was renowned banker and art patron William Wilson Corcoran.

In 1816, Peabody moved to Baltimore, where he would live for the next 20 years. And in 1837, Peabody settled in London, where he would spend the rest of his life.

George Peabody never married. He died in London on November 4, 1869, aged 74. At the request of the Dean of Westminster and with the approval of the Queen, Peabody was given a temporary burial in Westminster Abbey.

His will provided that he be buried in the town of his birth, Danvers, Massachusetts, and Prime Minister Gladstone arranged for Peabody's remains to be returned to America on HMS Monarch (interesting name), the newest and largest ship in Her Majesty's Navy. He is buried in Salem, Massachusetts, at Harmony Grove Cemetery. Peabody's death and the pair of funerals were international news, with hundreds of people participating in the ceremonies and thousands attending.

The town of South Danvers, Massachusetts, changed its name to The City of Peabody, Massachusetts in honor of its favorite son. Peabody is a member of the Hall of Fame for Great Americans located at the Bronx Community College, at the former site of New York University.

A statue of him stands next to the Royal Exchange in the City of London, unveiled in 1869 shortly before his death. There is a similar statue of him next to the Peabody Institute, in Mount Vernon Park, part of the Mount Vernon neighborhood of Baltimore, Maryland.

In 1851 he founded George Peabody and Company to meet the increasing demand for securities issued by the American railroads and three years later went into partnership with Junius Spencer Morgan (father of J. P. Morgan) to form Peabody, Morgan and Co., where the two financiers worked together until Peabody’s retirement in 1864. On his retirement, the firm was renamed J. S. Morgan & Co. The former UK merchant bank Morgan Grenfell (now part of Deutsche Bank), international universal bank JPMorgan Chase and investment bank Morgan Stanley can all trace their roots to Peabody's bank.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Peabody

February 18 is a big date for us so this looks like it might be a head’s up.

Seems Mr. Peabody was quite an influential figure in the U.S. (and the one who maybe started this whole mess?) Considering Purpleaura’s dreams are often multilayered, I have to wonder if this is stock market related. Can we look for wheels to completely fall off in 9 days? She’s had some pretty hinky vibes for a major event this month. Could be personal or maybe not. Also kind of weird is her mum lives in the UK as did Mr Peabody.

Purpleaura did some snooping around for Peabody and Freemasons and came up with a few interesting things.

Their main funding came from the British Freemasonic banker and Rothschild frontman called George Peabody and he appointed J. P. Morgan senior to handle the funds in America. Morgan, you’ll recall, was a stooge for Daniel Payseur. See how the same names keep coming up wherever you look.

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/biggestsecret/biggestsecretbook/biggestsecret09.htm

The little White House in Warm Springs was given to FDR by Banker, Communist and New World Order adherent George Foster Peabody. George Foster Peabody was also in the heavily communist infiltrated League Against Armaments.

http://www.informantnews.com/brief/33rdparallel.html

That’s interesting since the other Spain-related Peabody thing I found today is a gun called the M1868 Spanish Peabody:

In the same article is a reference to the Memphis pyramid. To learn more about Memphis and Egypt, read the article:

A Brief Introduction to the Ancient and Primitive Rite of Memphis and Mizraim or Egyptian Masonry

at the following link:

http://users.erols.com/solequis/secret_societies/aprite.htm

As far as General DeWitt goes, he sure doesn’t sound like a very nice guy:

John Lesesne DeWitt was an American Army general, best known for his role in the internment of Japanese-Americans during World War II. In the course of carrying out policy, he issued military proclamations that applied to American men, women and children who happened to have Japanese ancestry, restricting their civil rights and directing that they be moved from their homes and to government-operated detention camps.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_L._DeWitt

I’m sure if he were alive today he’s be the head of FEMA, what with all the rumoured camps just waiting for occupants:

In April 1984, President Reagan signed Presidential Directorate Number 54 that allowed FEMA to engage in a secret national "readiness exercise" under the code name of REX 84. The exercise was to test FEMA's readiness to assume military authority in the event of a "State of Domestic National Emergency" concurrent with the launching of a direct United States military operation in Central America. The plan called for the deputation of U.S. military and National Guard units so that they could legally be used for domestic law enforcement. These units would be assigned to conduct sweeps and take into custody an estimated 400,000 undocumented Central American immigrants in the United States. The immigrants would be interned at 10 detention centers to be set up at military bases throughout the country. REX 84 was so highly guarded that special metal security doors were placed on the fifth floor of the FEMA building in Washington, D.C. Even long-standing employees of the Civil Defense of the Federal Executive Department possessing the highest possible security clearances were not being allowed through the newly installed metal security doors. Only personnel wearing a special red Christian cross or crucifix lapel pin were allowed into the premises. Lt. Col. North was responsible for drawing up the emergency plan, which U.S. Attorney General William French Smith opposed vehemently.

There’s a bunch more to read about at the link below but I found this of particular interest:

The camps all have railroad facilities as well as roads leading to and from the detention facilities. Many also have an airport nearby.

http://uweb.txstate.edu/~lf14/conspire/rex84.html

As far as 149 in symbology goes:

14:9 • A basic element in Western ideography, the clockwise spiral (starting from the middle) is strongly associated with water, power, independent movement, and migrations of tribes. The sign's association with water may rather focus recurring rainy seasons, than water in general.

Well in accordance with the law of the polarity of meanings of elementary graphs also often seems to denote the sun. But maybe not the ordinary sun, but the eclipsed sun.

As isolated ideograms on rock carvings most probably means the sun, but it might also have been used for recurring migrations or tribal wanderings.

http://www.symbols.com/encyclopedia/14/149.html

I don’t think the Egyptians had much to do with the sun did they? And what the heck was the name of the label Elvis recorded with?

Apparently TabithaToo has gotten into the game as well. Purpleaura didn’t read the email I sent her about the 14:9 symbology right away because she was busy helping TabithaToo paint up a t-shirt. They made some flowers and some suns with spirals inside them. As TabithaToo explained, after that dried they had to turn it over and make some stars and moons.

I think that’s it for now. Here’s hoping flight 149 (and all other flights) make it to their destination safely and without incident. And maybe it’s time to get all our ducks in a row.

Not Happy Valentines Day

2009-02-13T11:52:00.014-07:00

SAD SAD SAD

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Fling you out into orbit

No one's going to hear you shout

And fools aren't going to follow

You don't need to sleaze about
Now you're sad sad sad

Sad sad sad

But you're gonna be fine
The elephant's in the bedroom

Throwing all his weight about

And I'm locked in the bathroom

Your screaams are gonna drown me out
Now you're sad sad sad

Sad sad sad

But you're gonna be fine
I got a cold chill I get a cool thrill

Are you ready for the gilded cage

Are you ready for the tears of rage

Come on baby, don't let them drown you out
Now you're sad sad sad

Sad sad sad

But you're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine

You're gonna be fine.....

I guess it’s a blogging kind of week. This was Purpleaura’s dream from February 4th, 2009:

I had a dream that I was talking on the cell phone to my mum which I never do. I seem to be in a major city, don’t know if it’s in the US or UK. So as I’m walking and talking people are looking up in the sky (including myself), because there’s this weird noise as a passenger plane makes this horrible choking sound. It was strange because as we’re watching, the plane changed directions from anti-clockwise and then suddenly the plane’s nose was facing us. We knew it was coming down and they couldn’t do anything about it. The plane was blue and had a red stripe on the tail. I turned around and notice a fireball coming at me then the plane crashed and then nothing.

February 13, 2009

A commuter aircraft crashed into a house near Buffalo, N.Y., on Thursday night, sending flames shooting into the sky and killing 49 people on board and one on the ground.

It was originally thought that there were only 48 people were on the flight — 44 passengers, two pilots and two flight attendants. But Colgan Air Inc., a regional carrier for Continental, said another off-duty pilot had also boarded the flight.

While residents of the neighbourhood where the plane went down were used to planes rumbling overhead, witnesses said this one sounded louder than usual, sputtered and made some odd noises.

The plane's tail section and rear fuselage were largely intact and burning at the scene.

http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2009/02/13/plane-crash.html

Yep, sounds like the same incident all right. Our hearts go out to all those involved.

So besides that major weirdness, there are few other things to note as there seems to be more to this crash than meets the eye. Yes there may be a conspiracy involved.

Purpleaura lives in Florida and it seems everywhere I look Florida is being mentioned regarding this disaster. I thought Colgan sounded a lot like Colgate so I began to wonder who may have been on board the fateful flight.

A Sept. 11 widow and activist named Beverly Eckert was among the 50 people killed in the Continental Flight 3407 crash near Buffalo.

Eckert had been part of a small group of Sept. 11 widows, mothers, and children who became amateur lobbyists on Capitol Hill following the terrorist attacks. Her team ultimately forced lawmakers in 2004 to pass sweeping reforms of the U.S. intelligence reform law.

As co-chair of the "9-11 Family Steering Committee," she pushed for a 9-11 Commission. She pushed the Bush administration to provide more information to the commission, and when the commission's work was over, she pushed Congress to adopt their recommendations.

http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20090213/plane_victim_090213/20090213?hub=TopStories

Last week, Eckert met Obama in the White House with other relatives of the victims of Sept. 11 and the bombing of the USS Cole to discuss the new administration's fight against terror.

http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=6870794&page=1

Eckert’s parents are currently vacationing in Florida. She was returning to her home town of Buffalo to celebrate what would have been her late husband’s 58th birthday.

My Silence Cannot Be Bought

by Beverly Eckert

I’ve chosen to go to court rather than accept a payoff from the 9/11 victims compensation fund. Instead, I want to know what went so wrong with our intelligence and security systems that a band of religious fanatics was able to turn four U.S passenger jets into an enemy force, attack our cities and kill 3,000 civilians with terrifying ease. I want to know why two 110-story skyscrapers collapsed in less than two hours and why escape and rescue options were so limited.

I am suing because unlike other investigative avenues, including congressional hearings and the 9/11 commission, my lawsuit requires all testimony be given under oath and fully uses powers to compel evidence.

The victims fund was not created in a spirit of compassion. Rather, it was a tacit acknowledgement by Congress that it tampered with our civil justice system in an unprecedented way. Lawmakers capped the liability of the airlines at the behest of lobbyists who descended on Washington while the Sept. 11 fires still smoldered.

And this liability cap protects not just the airlines, but also World Trade Center builders, safety engineers and other defendants.

The caps on liability have consequences for those who want to sue to shed light on the mistakes of 9/11. It means the playing field is tilted steeply in favor of those who need to be held accountable. With the financial consequences other than insurance proceeds removed, there is no incentive for those whose negligence contributed to the death toll to acknowledge their failings or implement reforms. They can afford to deny culpability and play a waiting game.

By suing, I’ve forfeited the “$1.8 million average award” for a death claim I could have collected under the fund. Nor do I have any illusions about winning money in my suit. What I do know is I owe it to my husband, whose death I believe could have been avoided, to see that all of those responsible are held accountable. If we don’t get answers to what went wrong, there will be a next time. And instead of 3,000 dead, it will be 10,000. What will Congress do then?

So I say to Congress, big business and everyone who conspired to divert attention from government and private-sector failures: My husband’s life was priceless, and I will not let his death be meaningless. My silence cannot be bought.

Beverly Eckert, whose husband died at the World Trade Center, is the founder of Voices of September 11th, a victims advocacy group.

http://cryptogon.com/?p=6890

Ellyce Kausner, a second-year student at Florida Coastal School of Law in Jacksonville, was traveling home to Buffalo, N.Y., to be her 4-year-old nephew's date at a Valentine's Day party at his school today.

Chris and Laura Kausner reminisce about their sister who was aboard Flight 3407."I have a son in kindergarten and they are doing a Valentine's Day lunch and you bring somebody special and Ellie was going with him," Ellyce Kausner's sister Laura Kausner told "Good Morning America's" Chris Cuomo in an exclusive interview today.

Ellyce Kausner never made it to the kindergartner's party. She was one of 50 people killed on Continental Express flight 3407 when it crashed moments before its scheduled landing at 10:25 p.m. Thursday.

http://www.abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=6870795&page=1

Weirder yet is the co-pilot was Rebecca Shaw. Purpleaura has always loved that name, she often thought if she ever had a daughter she would be named Rebecca. Well she did have a daughter but was told in a dream to name her something else so Rebecca was out. Shaw was the surname name of her grandparents.

As far as the plane goes, this is a picture of a Colgan Air Saab-340B. Having already read the flight number was 3407, I had to do a double take when I read the model of the plane.

This is a Continental airliner as it sits on a runway in Newark. I’m not sure what it’s all decked out for but if you look just above the nose you can see the World Trade Centre towers in the background.

http://www.tropicalisland.de/NYC_New_York_Newark_Airport_Continental_Airlines_Boeing_B777_with_special_painting_b.jpg

On my end, I don’t talk to my mom a lot, who just happens to live 15 miles from the crash site (as the crow flies). Often the conversations leave me extremely drained so I tend to avoid those kinds of situations. Christmas day was the last time we spoke, but today, Friday the 13th, being her birthday and all I will have to make a call. I’m certain the crash will be a main topic of conversation.

The scariest flight I was ever on was from Buffalo to Newark. Never have I been so close to crashing. The friend I was flying with hasn’t flown since that day and that was in 1985. The plane hit some major wind on the descent and one of the wings very nearly hit the ground. We landed with such an impact all the oxygen masks fell out of their compartments.

At least one Canadian was among the crash victims. Don McDonald of Fort Erie, Ont., a worker with Pharmetics, Inc., was on the flight, confirms his family.

http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20090213/plane_victim_090213/20090213?hub=TopStories

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Fort Erie would be the town my mom lives in.
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Not sure where all this is leading but it seems to be going somewhere. My first thoughts are this is a harbinger of bigger things to come considering the WTC connections. Another time stamp perhaps.

Oval Office Eight

2009-02-13T01:27:00.011-07:00

I’m not sure what the latest weirdness is supposed to mean. Maybe a time stamp, perhaps a couple of random dreams come true or more of those incessant dots.

It all started yesterday while chatting with a couple of co-workers. As we all admired a map of earthquake zones in Greece cascading from the new plotter, one of the workmates mentioned his wife had an opportunity to work in Algeria. I didn’t think I heard right so I asked, “Algeria”? No answer. I asked again a little louder, “Did you say Algeria”? Still no answer. One more time, a lot louder, “DID YOU SAY ALGERIA”? He finally answered yes.

This seemed strange for many reasons and I made a mental note to look up Algeria when I got back to my desk. I’ve known lots of people who’ve lived and worked in exotic and faraway places, but Algeria was a new one for me.

As usual by the time I made it back to my desk Algeria was all but forgotten. Until just now when BWB read me this local and current news story:

Feb 12, 2009 09:15 PM

THE CANADIAN PRESS

CALGARY – Bystanders in downtown Calgary looked on in horror Thursday as a man doused himself with a flammable liquid, then set himself on fire.

An ambulance that was transporting another patient happened to drive by and attendants jumped out with extinguishers and put out the flames.

They called another ambulance to take the man to hospital.

"Our paramedics worked very aggressively to treat him on the way to hospital," said EMS spokesman Stuart Brideaux.

"About 40 per cent of his body had been burned with second-degree burns along his back."

He was listed in serious but stable condition.

Witnesses said the man appeared to be upset and said something about being deported before he set himself alight.

A source told CTV Calgary he was about to be deported to Algeria.

http://www.thestar.com/News/Canada/article/586881

So that was freaky enough, then he read this one:

Former president George W. Bush is coming to Calgary for his first confirmed speaking event since leaving office last month.

The private event, which is being called “A conversation with George W. Bush,” will be held March 17 at the Telus Convention Centre.

Bush will share his “thoughts on his eight momentous years in the Oval Office” and will discuss “the challenges facing the world in the 21st century,” according to the event invitation.

http://www.cbc.ca/canada/calgary/story/2009/02/12/cgy-george-bush-calgary-speech.html

BWB’s never read one of our blogs. Often it’s not until an occasion such as this that I even mention what a blog was about. That’s why him reading me two news stories back-to-back, sounding remarkably similar to the last two blogs, is weirding me out a bit. I was half expecting to hear “...will be accompanied by Waylon Smithers”.

BWB gets his news from the CBC which allows for readers comments. Almost all have the same opinion...WTF???? Here’s the consensus so far:

I'd love to hear the guy. I might not agree with him but I still think that, like this forum, exposure to other points of view expands your horizons or at least clarifies your own points of view.
Well, how about that. Bush is on tour with his comedy act. (I wonder if Smithers will join him?)

Throw your shoes at him en masse.

How can Bush come to Canada, he is a convicted felon in his country? He should not be allowed across the border, or is this law for a select few?
What? Canada is inviting one of the BIGGEST TERRORIST the world has ever seen to cross its border?

I am dumbfounded. Never in a million years would I have ever thought George W. Bush would come to Calgary for a speaking engagement (or any other reason). We’re hardly small town but on the world stage we would certainly be considered just that. You don’t see stickers on suitcases saying Paris, London, New York, Calgary. And not only is he coming here, it’s the first stop on the Oval Office Eight Tour ’09. Freakin bizarre.

Just thinking out loud, but the scientist in the last blog died on Elvis’s birthday. The blog before that was inspired by a dream of Bush who showed me a coin imprinted with Elvis’s head and some 45’s. I tried to find a date when production on 45’s began and all that came up was February, 1949. Other things that happened in 1949:

All the King’s Men swept the Academy Awards with an Oscar for best picture, best actor (Broderick Crawford) and best supporting actress (Mercedes McCambridge). It won golden globes for best picture, best director (Robert Rossen) and best actor.

Plot:

The rise and fall of a corrupt politician, who makes his friends richer and retains power by dint of a populist appeal.

Synopsis:

All The King's Men is the story of the rise of politician Willie Stark from a rural county seat to the spotlight. Along the way, he loses his initial innocence, and becomes just as corrupt as those who he assaulted before for this characteristic. Also included is the romance between one of his "right hand women" and the up-and-coming journalist who brings Stark to prominence.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0041113/

Another thing that happened is James Forrestal died in 1949. He was the first Secretary of Defense but that only lasted two years.

“The decline and death of Forrestal is an unresolved problem of history. There is no question that he suffered from a spectacular mental breakdown during 1948 and 1949. Exactly why he did so is less certain, but the answer may have relevance to American national security – and the pesky topic of UFOs.”

http://keyholepublishing.com/Death%20of%20James%20Forrestal.htm

There’s an interesting account of the death of James Forrestal at the link above, which contains all the basic elements of the phenomenon known as “being suicided”. Government employee goes mad, finds himself locked up and administered questionable treatments, dies under mysterious circumstances deemed to be suicide.

60th anniversaries being celebrated this year are the founding of the People’s Republic of China, NATO and Australian Citizenship. They’ve even minted a coin for the occasion:

The 2009 $1 Citizenship coin design features the smiling faces of the very first Australian citizens in 1949, each as individual as the country they originate from. Their raised hands symbolises their pride in becoming an Australian citizen, now linked symbolically to create the star of Federation.

http://www.coinnews.net/2009/01/12/2009-coins-for-60th-anniversary-of-australian-citizenship-4680/

And finally George Orwell’s 1984 was published in 1949:

Winston Smith is a middle-aged, unhealthy character, based loosely on Orwell's own frail body, an underling of the ruling oligarchy, The Party. The Party has taken early 20th century totalitarianism to new depths, with each person subjected to 24 hour surveillance, where people's very thoughts are controlled to ensure purity of the oligarchical system in place. Figurehead of the system is the omnipresent and omnipotent Big Brother.

http://www.online-literature.com/orwell/1984/

So there’s just a few things that went on in 1949. Gee you’d almost think that year was psychic.

Scientism May Cause Death

2009-02-07T16:06:00.013-07:00

Mind Control ~ Stephen Marley

I’ve been working on a blog for a couple of weeks now mostly focusing on scalar weaponry, Russians and Yellowstone. Just when I think I have most of the pieces, something else comes up making it difficult to keep track of the many components and how they relate. Writing it down in a comprehensible manner is harder still, so I’m going to take a break from that one and switch to a dream Purpleaura experienced recently. Although to add to my confusion it also appears to include even more dots longing to be connected. I’m going to try and forget those for now and stay fixed on the dream at hand.

February 5th, 2009

I seem to be watching a scene, there’s a couple in their late 30's to early 40s. The man is dark-haired (for some reason Asian features came to mind). I’m in a corridor watching the scene take place.

As they enter their home they’re suddenly attacked by men with knives who grab them from behind and kill them. I know they have a child and the men seem to be debating whether or not to kill the child too. (I can’t remember if the child was with them or had stayed somewhere else). The man who was killed happens to be a chief scientist (I don’t know what he’s the chief of, but I know he’s in charge of a big project).

The dream jumps and now I’m watching another scene the same day and the same thing happens again. This time a lone male is murdered by the same group that murdered the scientist.

It jumps again and I’m in an office building at a management meeting. The group is waiting for the second murdered man to see what he has to say. They are unaware that this man, who I believe to be the head or owner of this company, has been killed. I approach the man in charge of the meeting and state that both the head of the company and the chief scientist have been murdered today, and in fact this company is a front for something big involving the government. The man in charge of the meeting looks at me as if I am nuts. I tell him again that the owner has been murdered, so he says he’s going to get a hold of the chief scientist and ask him. I say to him again he’s dead, both him and his wife were murdered by the same group of men that killed the owner of this company, and this company is a front for something major about to happen (for some reason electronic warfare came to mind which could be all or part of it).

Then I woke up thinking WTF am I dreaming of this for, jeesh I got better things to do with myself than dream this.

The first order of business was searching for recently deceased scientists. There’s no shortage of dead scientists, the subject has become quite a topic of conversation in the conspiracy circles. Here’s just one article that Purpleaura discovered a couple of years ago:

Dead Scientists And Microbiologists - Master List

Compiled by Mark J. Harper 2-5-5

Marconi Scientists Mystery

In the 1980's over two dozen science graduates and experts working for Marconi or Plessey Defence Systems died in mysterious circumstances, most appearing to be suicides., The MOD denied these scientists had been involved in classified Star Wars Projects and that the deaths were in any way connected. Judge for yourself...

I won’t list all the deaths as it would be lengthy but the details can be read at the following link:

http://www.rense.com/general62/list.htm

Note the date of the article was February 5th.

Under the recently deceased scientists category all I could find was this man:

India-born US nuclear physicist Shiva Subramanya dead

February 6th, 2009 - 5:10 pm ICT by IANS

Washington, Feb 6 (IANS) India-born US nuclear physicist Shiva Subramanya is dead. He was 76, a family member said Friday. Subramanya, who was a space scientist and a management consultant, was twice nominated to the US Air Force Scientific Advisory Board.

Born April 8, 1933 in Holenarasipura, Hassan District of Karnataka, he died Jan 8, 2009 in California, US.

He went to the US to pursue PhD in nuclear physics from Clark University and went on to study MBA from California State University and did Doctor of Business Administration from Nova University, Florida. He also held numerous special diplomas.

Subramanya was the chairman of the military-industry committee, which draws-up the policy, procedures and operations concepts for the US military including USAF Space Command until his retirement in 1998.

He was national president of Indian Professional Forum, US - an organisation of scientists and engineers of Indian origin. He was also the vice-president of Viswa Hindu Parishad (America).

He may not be the guy Purpleaura dreamt about, but there are a few oddities surrounding Subramanya’s demise. Firstly, this story was just published yesterday, February 6th, yet the man died January 8th. Why the delay in reporting? Secondly, I can’t find any mention of his death in any other news source other than those coming from India. He was a U.S. citizen and held a fairly important job being the chairman of Space Command and all, so why no mention in North American news? (Maybe it has been by now but last night it hadn’t and I’m not looking at anything else today until I get this finished). There is no cause of death but that’s not necessarily out of the ordinary. However, unless it was something like AIDS or suicide the cause of death of important people is usually noted.

And lastly, Subramanya’s date of birth, April 8th, is also Purpleaura’s wedding anniversary and has become a date of interest over the years for various reasons. One incident that comes to mind is the nuptials of Charles and Camilla. They were originally slated to be married April 8th but moved it forward a day due to the death of Pope John Paul II whose funeral took place April 8th. January 8th is of course the birthday of David Bowie and Elvis. This tells me more investigation is required.

The next thing I did was try and determine what exactly is the purpose of the Military-Industry Committee but almost everything that turned up had to do with Russia. One link that caught my eye was called The Seventh Meeting (sounds ominously like the seventh seal). That was a summit between the Belarusian-Chinese Committee on Trade and Economic Cooperation which took place in November of 2005.

http://www.belaruschina.by/en/committee/meeting/seventh_meeting/

Not knowing what Belarusian was I had to look that up. Turns out Belarus is an Eastern European country bordered by Russia, Ukraine, Poland, Lithuania and Latvia. Belarusian is the language spoken there. They used to be part of Russia and the capital is Minsk. That I have heard of.

I scrolled through the page containing the details of the Seventh Meeting and its attendees and one name stood out, Zhidko Vitaliy, Vice-Chairman of the concern “Belneftekhim”. Well not so much the name but the concern Belneftekhim. I thought maybe they were the company Purpleaura dreamt about the head being killed, and perhaps they are, but trying to find information on their U.S. subsidiary turned out to be the proverbial needle in a haystack. They’re in Massachusetts and that’s all I know.

What I did find is Belnetekhim is also known as The Belarusian State Concern for Oil and Chemistry. Their headquarters are in Minsk and they have offices in Moscow, Kiev and Frankfurt. Something told me to look for a connection between them and our good friends at Bechtel. There's a directory in Alberta that is the bible of any oilfield or drilling company and as I discovered the US has a similar publication. Bechtel is listed directly above Belneftekhim. That was the only connection I found which I admit isn’t much but something is telling me there's more of a connection than simple alphabetical order.

The Belarusian State Concern for Oil and Chemistry (Concern Belneftekhim) comprises largest enterprises that substantially influence the economic potential of the Republic of Belarus and to some extent the world market. The petrochemical complex is an important sector of the economy of the Republic. The concern is composed of 84 enterprises with the total number of employees over 100,000.

The most important directions of the concern's activities is production of mineral fertilizers, chemical fibers and yarns, glass fabrics, paint and varnish materials, plastics that is almost the entire range of chemical and petrochemical products. Enterprises of the concern produce the full range of potassium, nitric and phosphoric fertilizers.

http://www.tradekey.com/profile_view/uid/495048/Belneftekhim-USA-Inc.htm

I see the word fertilizer and my brain automatically goes to the Ryder truck that obliterated the Federal Building in Oklahoma. Belneftekhim also transports oil and gas which made me think of the TV show about the gas tankers in Boston Harbour that could set off a blast rivalling a nuclear bomb. Seeing’s how they’re based in Massachusetts and all.

I also found this article concerning the concern Belneftekhim (I’m certain CERN’s involved in all of this somehow too):

Bush Administration Froze Belneftekhim Accounts

The U.S. administration has frozen accounts of Belarus state consortium Belneftekhim.

From now on, the U.S. residents are banned from clinching any deals and having business with Belneftekhim offices in Germany, Ukraine, Latvia, Russia and China as well as with its U.S. subsidiary, Belneftekhim USA, the U.S. Treasury Department announced.

http://www.kommersant.com/p-11635/r_500/Belneftekhim_frozen/

No mention of why the accounts were frozen but this happened almost two years to the day after the Seventh Meeting.

Back to Belarus, the name comes from the term white rus or white Russian. Other than the tasty drink I had no idea what a white Russian really was.

White Russians, name given to members and supporters of the counterrevolutionary White armies, which fought against the Bolshevik Red Army in the Russian Civil War (1918-1921). Following the 1917 Russian Revolution that overthrew the monarchy, resistance was quickly organized against the Bolshevik forces commanded by Leon Trotsky. The White forces were initially led by former imperial officers, General Lavr Kornilov and General Anton Denikin, and was supported by socialist revolutionaries and right-wing social democrats. Fearful of the spread of Communism, Britain, the United States, Italy, and Germany intervened on the White side, supplying military and financial support.

Despite this combined force, the White forces were unable to gain victory over the Red Army. Kornilov was killed in April 1918, and following major defeats under Denikin the leadership of the White forces passed to General Pyotr Wrangel, in April 1920. Further defeats followed, and during 1920 the Red Army took the Caucasus, Ukraine, and the Baltic states. The Whites were finally defeated in 1921, due to their own lack of unity and because the Red Army had ruthlessly implemented the policy of “War Communism,” which included seizing food from the peasantry and other property important to the war effort without payment. After the defeat of the Whites, the Bolsheviks established the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR).

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http://encarta.msn.com/encyclopedia_761584139/white_russians.html

While working on the Yellowstone blog I was referring back to the blog A Curious Affair as the Yellowstone saga appeared to be an extension of that. A Curious Affair focused on Purpleaura’s dream of the black man’s funeral in the white house. Purpleaura was dressed in a white shirt and there were a group of people she felt were Russian wearing white and red shoulder wraps. This group was staging some sort of rebellion against other more antagonistic (black) Russians. Now that I know what White Russians are, that explains that. Sort of. Was Purpleaura seeing another uprising of the white army? We can only hope. (White is meant strictly in the spiritual sense and has nothing at all to do with the colour of skin). Or was she seeing the beginnings of another U.S. Civil War between blacks and whites that we and many others have been sensing for some time? (This time I do mean the colour of skin). And will it be instigated by the murder of the white female leader as was the case in her dream?

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2008_10_24_archive.html

Next on the agenda was trying to figure out what the company is and who is the person to be done in. That seemed like an overwhelming task.

Before looking into Purpleaura’s dream I had been doing some reading and three recent news stories caught my eye. One was about a stripper who had been doused with gasoline and lit on fire outside a nightclub somewhere in California. Another was about some incidents at various nuclear power plants in the last few days, one being in Milwaukee. And the last was a story about a city in Ohio accidentally dumping hydrochloric acid into the water supply instead of fluoride. The jury’s still out on which is more dangerous but I’m leaning towards fluoride.

I recalled having mentioned a Milwaukee nuclear power plant in a blog once so I made a mental note to look that up. I also dreamt of BWB being doused with gasoline and lit on fire so I made another note to check into that. Then there was the dream of the U-haul (inciting thoughts of the Ryder truck), which took place at the same location as the gasoline dream, but I wasn’t sure if it was the same dream or not. It was not but all these things: Milwaukee, nuclear, tankers in Boston, BWB being doused in gasoline and the Ryder truck were all part of the same blog. And here they are all blending together yet again. Six months later under entirely different circumstances.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2008/06/somethings-burning_30.html

What else emerged from that blog was Colgate Palmolive. That came about after Purpleaura sparked up her talking ghost box which told her the name Reuben Mark. At the time he was the head of Colgate Palmolive. Palmolive soap was created by the B.J. Johnson company of Milwaukee which later became the Palmolive company. I decided to look further into Colgate Palmolive.

Interestingly enough Reuben Mark is no longer with the company. He retired on December 31st, 2008 and January 1st 2009 Ian Cook took his place as president, director, CEO and chairman of the board.

http://investor.colgate.com/print_release.cfm?ReleaseID=354089&ReleaseType=Company

Quite a varied and eclectic bunch this board encompasses.

Ian M. Cook has been with the company since 1976 and since March of 2008 sits on the board of directors of PepsiCo.
John T. Cahill is the former chairman and CEO of the Pepsi Bottling Group. He was also the CFO for RKO Pictures Inc., a member of George W. Bush for President and belongs to the US-Russia Business Council. Their goal is “Working to expand and enhance the U.S. – Russian Commercial Relationship”. Maybe Obama will lift the sanctions against Belneftekhim so they can return to peddling their delightful yarn which we can knit into cute little mittens, and their deadly chemicals.
Jill K. Conway is a visiting scholar at MIT and was president of Smith College from 1975 to 1985. She is or was a member of the board of Merrill Lynch and Nike as well as the Council on Foreign Relations. I won’t get into a detailed explanation of the CFR, I think this sums them up nicely:

The Council has been the subject of many conspiracy theories, as shown in the 2007 documentary Zeitgeist, the Movie. This is partly due to the number of high-ranking government officials in its membership, among world business leaders, its secrecy clauses, and the large number of aspects of American foreign policy that its members have been involved with, beginning with (Woodrow) Wilson's Fourteen Points. The John Birch Society believes that the CFR plans a one-world government.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Council_on_Foreign_Relations

Ellen M. Hancock has quite a resume. President and COO of Aquicor Technology, president and CEO of Exodus Communications, CTO and executive VP of research and development at Apple, executive VP and COO at National Semiconductor, senior VP at IBM and a member of the board at Aetna, Siemens and Watchguard Technologies. She belongs or belonged to Bush-Cheney ’04, George W. Bush for President, John McCain 2008 and the Pacific Council on International Policy. Here’s what and who they are:

Mission

Powerful forces are transforming the world and the place of the United States in it. The economic and demographic center of gravity is moving west in North America and towards the Pacific Rim globally. Islamic extremism is destabilizing international security. The Cold War’s nuclear non-proliferation regime is unraveling. International relations are affected as much by business action as by government policy. Globalization is moving from low-cost production to innovation in emerging markets, exacerbating social dislocations and political backlashes. Rising demand for energy and control of resources is threatening not only the global economy but also the environment and international security.

The mission of the Pacific Council on International Policy is to confront these global transformations through giving more effective voice to West Coast perspectives on them, by:

Building a network of globally-oriented business, civic and government leaders
Convening exchanges with global policy makers and opinion leaders
Generating fresh ideas, timely research and innovative proposals on the key issues shaping the global agenda
Partnering with organizations around the world to promote mutual understanding and coordinated action
Informing policy elites and the public about global challenges and opportunities

Governance

The Pacific Council on International Policy is a non-partisan organization headquartered in Los Angeles with members and activities throughout the West Coast of the United States and internationally. The Council is governed by a Board of Directors co-chaired by John E. Bryson, Chairman and CEO of Edison International, and Warren Christopher, former U.S. Secretary of State. Jerrold D. Green is the President and CEO of the Pacific Council. Founded in 1995 in partnership with the Council on Foreign Relations, the Pacific Council is a 501c(3) not-profit organization whose work is made possible by financial contributions and in-kind support from individuals, corporations, foundations and other organizations.

http://www.pacificcouncil.org/interior.aspx?pageID=About&subID=1 .

David W. Johnson was chairman emeritus of the Campbell’s Soup Company which I found weird since I just had a dream about Campbell’s soup last week. He was also chairman and CEO of Gerber and a VP at General Foods.
Richard J. Kogan has been president, CEO, COO and executive VP at Schering-Plough as well as holding key positions at Ciba-Geigy, both pharmaceutical companies. He sits on the board at the Bank of New York Mellon and the Bank of New York. He is or was a member of Bush-Cheney '04, Business Roundtable, George W. Bush for President, John McCain 2008 and the Council on Foreign Relations.
Delano E. Lewis was the U.S. Ambassador to South Africa, held various top positions at Bell Atlantic, Chesapeake and Potomac Telephone (they service Washington DC among other places) and National Public Radio. He is or was a board member of Apple, Black Entertainment Television, Chase Manhattan Bank, Geico, Halliburton and Kodak.
J. Pedro Reinhard has been with DOW Chemical for quite some time as executive VP, CFO, VP Finance and treasurer. He was or is a member of the board of Coca Cola and the Royal Bank of Canada.

There’s very little information about Stephen I. Sadove other than he was chairman and CEO of Saks, held key positions at Bristol-Myers Squibb and is a board member of the restaurant chain Ruby Tuesday.

This is a really cool website. Type in the name of any person and it gives you a full rundown of their career and associations:

http://www.nndb.com/people/435/000022369/

Yep looks like Colgate Palmolive have all the bases covered. Pharmaceuticals, computers, radio, television and movies, communications, food supplies, money, presidents and killer chemicals. Now let’s revisit Purpleaura’s dream from June 27th, 2008, as posted in the same blog as all the previously mentioned stuff:

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In the first dream I see something big is going down. I was watching two young males discussing something to do with the government or military who thought they had destroyed the men but in fact it was a distraction. They seem to be running parallel plans together, one a distraction and one the real plan. One of the men turned around and said, "They had attacked distraction as planned”. One of the men’s faces was really red, it looked like he had been in a fire or his face was painted. He had pus and boils peeling off him but he was quite happy that whoever/whatever had taken the bait. Then I heard “it’s nearly ready” as they had built something about to be released. The internet and teenagers and people in their early 20’s also seemed to be involved somehow.

Now to just figure out what the plan is. Poisoning the masses is certainly an option and simple to initiate when you’ve got a guy who’s a specialist in every deadly chemical on the planet making toothpaste. Mind control through the media and education system is another uncomplicated alternative with such experts at hand. I couldn’t figure out the Saks connection until I learned they sold cosmetics. Maybe batshit isn’t the worst thing people are smearing all over their faces in the name of beauty. There are also rumours of cotton being the root of Morgellons so there’s that to think about. Or maybe all of the above and some. Since we’re not sure at the moment I will leave it at that for now. Maybe if I can ever get that other blog completed we’ll have some more tangible answers.

A couple of final peculiarities. I thought an old Colgate or Palmolive ad would make a good picture for this blog, and much to my surprise I found a few featuring the Dionne quintuplets (for both Colgate toothpaste and Palmolive soap). I had quite a fascination with the fivesome as a youngster, read the Pierre Burton book and loved and hated the stories my mother told of visiting the Dionne “zoo” when she was a youngster. Fascinated she saw them live and in person but dismayed at their plight. Funny thing, while I haven’t thought of them in years I was just yesterday telling the story to a person who had never heard of them. How the government ripped them from their home and family to fulfill the monetary needs of those in greed. How they lived tragic and miserable lives and were nothing more than an advertising tool for everything from toothpaste to typewriters. A government-appointed doctor became their guardian so whatever the quints were doing, every parent in the nation was mimicking. If it was good enough for the quints it was good enough for them. RKO even used them so it seems not much has changed.

What still bothers me is what went on behind the scenes that caused at least one of them to commit suicide. Or was it suicide? Were they the original guinea pigs? Why was I so enamoured of them and what they represented at such a young age?

Another really odd thing is Purpleaura just emailed this:

Belarus, the former Soviet state ruled by strongman Alexander Lukashenko, doesn't usually top lists of favourite places to do business. Flat, marshy, and landlocked, the nation of 10.3 million between Poland and Russia has had trouble attracting foreign investment, the CIA World Factbook says, in part because of the government's habit of arresting business people it deems "disruptive."

Yet for Lawrenceville (N.J.)-based EPAM Systems, Belarus has been the key to growth of 30% or more a year. The company, founded by Belarus native Arkadiy Dobkin, has tapped a ready supply of well-trained software engineers in that country, as well as Russia, Ukraine, and other places in the region, to become one of the top providers of outsourced software services operating from Central and Eastern Europe.

EPAM's 2,400 employees in cities such as the Belarussian capital of Minsk or the Russian city of St. Petersburg supply tailor-made software for corporate customers including Colgate-Palmolive.

Dobkin, who worked for Colgate-Palmolive and SAP in the U.S. before founding EPAM in 1993, acknowledges that there is some risk doing business in Belarus or Russia, where the company also has operations.

http://www.businessweek.com/technology/content/dec2006/tc20061211_227886.htm

And the final odd thing (in this chapter anyway, it feels like there may be more) is I just looked up Colgate’s head office and was quite surprised to discover it’s in Mumbai India. That opens up a whole other can of worms but also takes us full circle to what began this madcap web in the first place, the mysterious Shiva Subramanya.

BushCoin

2008-12-07T17:41:00.006-07:00

This dream from Friday night may or may not mean anything but it’s just too funny not to share.

I was in my home town on the main drag with a young woman from work that I don’t normally dream about, who we affectionately call Princess around the office. As far as I can recall I’ve had only one other dream about her and that had to do with her wedding. Since she’s currently not even dating anybody I guess that’s definitely a future scenario. She’s from Hong Kong which again may or may not be significant.

Anyway, we’re on the main drag a few doors down from a hotel called the McLeod, a place I’ve dreamt about many times. It was and still is a favourite watering hole for many generations...past, present and probably future. Back in the 60’s, (before women were considered people), the bar was divided into two sections. Men Only and Ladies & Escorts (women were not allowed in bars without a man back then).

Kitty-corner to the McLeod was what appeared to be a wheat field growing about 5 feet tall. It may have been something else, I’m guessing overgrown grass, but it was wheat coloured. In waking life this was the home of the Queen’s Hotel for many years then became the site of the local Brewers Retail. I hadn’t thought about that until just now and interestingly the Princess went to Queen’s University. My father worked at the Brewers Retail after he retired from the police force but that did cross my mind earlier.

We could see two people trudging through the grass looking lost and confused. As they began to emerge I could see it was George W and Waylon Smithers from the Simpsons. I asked the Princess if that was indeed George W and she replied, “Yes, he’s giving a speech at the McLeod today”.

You have to understand this is a very small town, population around 2,000. There’s no way in hell George W is ever going to give a speech in a local bar. But then again, with the way things are going I doubt many will fork over any cash to hear him speak, which has been the customary way in which most past presidents make their living after being evicted from the White House. In this case it may just be the only type of venue this particular president can fill.

I thought it strange he had no secret service around him. Even past presidents have that luxury and I wasn’t even sure if he was still the president or not. Judging by the weather and the looks of the grass it was spring or early summer.

We watched as Bush and Smithers finally found their way out of the field and as they did they checked something on a piece of paper, looked around, discussed who-knows-what, looked back at the paper and continued walking. I’m assuming it was a map or instructions. Once out of the field they carried on to the McLeod.

George wasn’t sure he had the right place so he stood on a ledge made of bricks that surrounded a garden bed. He opened the window to the former Ladies & Escorts side and poked his head in.

I was cracking up over this and mentioned to the Princess several times how hilarious it was for the people inside. Imagine sitting in a bar in small town Ontario minding your own business and seeing the president of the United States poking his head through the window.

George was dressed in a bright red baseball-type jacket (is he a Red Sox fan?) and had weird hair. He was bald on top but the rest of his hair was dirty blonde, very long and moussed back. Not quite a comb-over but close. Smithers was his usual cartoon self.

After he looked in the window he must have concluded he had the right place and they both went inside. The Princess and I decided we wouldn’t mind hearing his speech so we followed behind.

The room was small with a maybe 10 tables and few people. The tables had grey tops with chrome trim and black legs. Their accompanying benches were grey and black tweed. The tables were not all the same size and as we looked around for a place to sit we saw the biggest table in the place was the only one vacant. Some tables had people sitting at them and others had coats and drinks left behind to hold the spots. We sat down to take in the show where I promptly fell asleep and missed the whole thing.

After the speech was over I woke up to find GW at our table with a silver coin in his hand about the size of a quarter. I wasn’t too interested in the coin right about then, I was more concerned if I had been snoring or drooling in a public place and did I disrupt the speech.

He handed me the coin and said “Everybody thinks I want my face on the money but I don’t. Look at this coin and tell me what you see”. Well what I saw was his face on the coin and wondered WTF he was trying to pull. I also knew this was about more than the money and wasn’t a George Washington situation where he was to be forever commemorated with an icon minted in his honour. I got a vision of Queen Elizabeth and her face on the money and knew this had more to do with who’s ruling the country.

So I said, “This is your face”. He said “No, not that side, the other side. What do you see on the other side?” I flipped the coin over and could vaguely make out another face along with a bunch of symbols I don’t remember. I think one was a musical note and one a 45 RPM record and in amongst the symbols was the face of Elvis sporting a big shit-eating grin. Then I woke up.

While in the half-awake half-asleep state I tried to figure out the meaning and all I could come up with is Elvis’ birthday which is January 8th. This has always been a sore spot with me because I’m a huge Bowie fan and he was also born on January 8th. But we never hear about that because that day will always be dedicated to Elvis. Not that there’s anything wrong with Elvis, I just think they should share.

There’s scads of talk around the internet of a major catastrophe some time in January so that entered my mind. I think the rest is fairly self explanatory if you’re into the martial-law-Bush-forever theory.

Why all the queen stuff I don’t know unless she plans on playing an integral role in the whole affair or there’s simply a new monarchy in the making. I think I was being shown something’s brewing besides beer but I’m just not sure what.

I looked in the archives for other McLeod dreams and was a little shocked to find this considering the actual tables in the hotel are not grey but wood. At least in my day. Why I keep dreaming they’re grey and chrome is a mystery. Finding similar but older dreams on or near the date of the current one always freaks me out.

December 4th, 2006

I dreamt I was in the McLeod Hotel again only this time I was behind the bar. My dad was there and I was saying to him, "Yeah, this is just how it looks in my dreams". Then I looked to my left and pointed to what appeared to be a dance floor and said "That's where the posse hangs out and I'm usually on the other side of the bar". I think the floor was yellow and green tiles and the bar was that old fashioned grey marble looking stuff that everybody had in the 50's with the chrome trim. Like at a diner.

In most of the McLeod dreams I’m shown what I first thought were cowboys line dancing but later concluded they were a posse. Sometime after that I happened upon a website showing old photos from the town, including this one of the McLeod:

Looks like a posse to me.

Further research shows the McLeod was built by one John McLeod then sold to Percy Rice, son of Harry Rice. Funny how things connect.

Smithers of course is the devoted sidekick of the evil Mr Burns and appeared to play the same role for Mr Bush. I don’t recall having a lot of dreams of Bush specifically but one that stands out also involved the Simpsons. Purpleaura and I were at the White House and we resembled twins Sherri and Terri although we were invisible. We followed GW around the White House taunting and teasing and generally making him nuts since he didn’t know where the voices were coming from. We kept asking, “Whatta ya gonna do now? Start another war?” He kept trying to run but he couldn’t hide.

So that’s it. Not a lot of speculation or deep hidden meanings. Just one of those uber bizarro night time adventures.

My Name is Neil

2008-11-29T18:49:00.011-07:00

Where to begin. There’s been lots going on of late, too much for one blog that’s for sure. The new faces that have started showing up in dreams lately have me a bit concerned because they’re not friendly people. Others I’ve been dreaming about are perfectly wonderful people but come with certain forewarnings. On the whole things aren’t looking good.

For starters, I’ve had two dreams this week featuring the person at work of Pakistani origin who turned up in the dream on December 25th of last year. In that blog I stated something must be up in Pakistan, hope it’s nothing bad. Two days later Bhutto had her fatal encounter with the sunroof of her car. This person, who I will refer to as Grace, just happened to be in Pakistan on that fateful day. She also happened to be in Turkey during the worst earthquake that country’s ever seen. There’s a list of other close calls during her travels hence the unease when she makes an appearance in the astral.

On October 28th Grace and I were having a lovely chat about dreams and other things. She mentioned she had a dream that week about making a cake. I said, “uh oh, cake dreams aren’t good”. She asked why so I related Purpleaura’s dreams and experiences with cakes and earthquakes. Grace seemed a little sceptical or maybe just apprehensive as she was leaving for Vancouver the next day. I explained it’s become so commonplace with Purpleaura that I’ve started to refer to earthquakes as earthcakes.

I’ve had a fair share of cake dreams too and although I know there’s more to them that I haven’t quite figured out yet, to me they represent earthcakes first and foremost. And I can’t forget the very first dream I had about Grace, (within days of meeting her), involved her bringing me a piece of cake.

A half an hour after that conversation the 6.5 hit Pakistan.

The night of November 25th or the morning of November 26th, I dreamt Grace came to my house to borrow some allspice. In waking life I spent that entire day in the middle of nowhere Alberta, (at the request of Grace). I did not listen to the radio and heard no news. I decided instead to restart a book I began a while ago called the Delphi Oracle but after 20 or so pages never got back to. That seemed like a good day to read a book.

Part of the book deals with an autistic child who draws pictures of the future. This is of great interest to me because TabithaToo also draws pictures and at least one that I know if has turned out to be about the future. She drew some pics for BWB and me a short time ago and told her mum to make sure to tell us she wanted to draw us an elephant but didn’t know how. If it was important for TabithaToo to tell us that, then most assuredly something is up with elephants. As it turned out, the very next day a baby elephant died in the Calgary Zoo. However I still think there’s something more to it but haven’t quite deciphered what.

“Coincidentally”, the girl in the book drew a picture of an elephant as well as a picture of the Taj Mahal. After arriving home from my trip the very first thing I did was email Purpleaura to tell her about the dream. I mentioned I thought Grace must be fixing to bake another cake and spices always make me think of India. I’ve since learned allspice does not come from India but that’s not really an issue. Unless something’s up in the West Indies, Mexico or Central America.

I then went on to tell her about the book and the pictures and some other freaky stuff I won’t get into now. After that I checked the news. So I’m shown a dream of the woman with Pakistani ancestry and relate it to India and now look what’s going on. Little freaky.

WASHINGTON – U.S. officials are worried about a possible surge in violence between India and Pakistan after the attacks in Mumbai. To ease tensions, intelligence officials are searching for clues that might identify the attackers even as Indian officials claim "elements in Pakistan" were involved.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081129/ap_on_go_ca_st_pe/us_india_shooting

As for elephants, according to Wikipedia there are three living species, the African Bush Elephant, the African Forest Elephant and the Asian Elephant also known as the Indian Elephant. I know I think of India first when I think of elephants so maybe that’s what TabithaToo was indicating as well. And again I can’t help but think of the animals fleeing for high ground just before the Boxing Day quake and tsunami, specifically the elephants. I distinctly remember thinking at the time I certainly wouldn’t want to be in the path of a herd of elephants running for their lives.

The phenomenon was also noted by media sources in Sri Lanka in the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake. It is possible that certain animals (e.g., elephants) may have heard the sounds of the tsunami as it approached the coast. The elephant’s reaction was to move away from the approaching noise—inland.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsunami

After emailing Purpleaura and checking out the news, I went to a forum where I saw this story:

updated 5:08 p.m. MT, Wed., Nov. 26, 2008

JAKARTA, Indonesia - A man was trampled to death and a home destroyed after sixteen wild elephants rampaged through a village on Indonesia's Sumatra island, officials said Wednesday.

Villagers in Aceh province's Cot Pangee tried for days to scare away the elephants, yelling and making loud noises, but the animals instead became more aggressive, said Andi Basrul, of the Conservation and Natural Resources Agency.

Over the weekend, one elephant trampled to death a 30-year-old man and a group of 15 animals destroyed a house and tore through several acres (hectares) of farmland Tuesday, he said.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27931875/

In the same dream as Grace and the allspice, JC also made an appearance as he did in the Bhutto dream. His presence came with a coffee reference, also an indicator of earthcakes in my books. In the dream he came to our house and noticed a flyer rolled up in a coffee cup having to do with The Family of Man statues that tower over the lawn of our school board offices. Apparently I had given him a ride home and we got on the subject of the statues, then I got home and found this flyer in the mailbox which I rolled up and put in the coffee cup. He looked at me strangely when he saw it but said nothing. I said “I know, how weird is that?”

Just for the record, even though I’ve seen these statues a million times, and even though they are extremely cool, just as a person who lives in New York probably doesn’t even notice the Statue of Liberty anymore, these have pretty much the same effect on me. I do recall my aunt telling me about them when I first moved here and the controversy they caused being naked and all, but other than that they’re just statues. They do look a lot like some aliens I’ve seen in dreams though, which made me question why everything I read about them stressed they were human figures. Interestingly I just learned they originated in the UK which is where Purpleaura just happens to be at the moment.

Family of Man / Armengol Sculptures Description

Visitors to Calgary will be stopped in their tracks as they wander past 515 Macleod Trail East. The Aremengol sculptures - Family of Man, are towering, skinny figures of humans all holding hands that loom 6.5 m / 21 ft above.

The Armengol sculptures known as Family of Man by Mario Armengol was originally commissioned by the British Pavilion of Expo 67 for the celebrations and following the event was purchased by Robert Cummings on behalf of the City of Calgary. The sculptures are in front of the Calgary Board of Education buildings. The naked, raceless, expressionless figures are excellent subjects for photography and the lawns nearby are a pleasant place to relax.

Considering the terrorists in India targeted American and British residents, and Purpleaura has yet to get home from the UK to America, I’m a little concerned about that. She too has a long list of close calls while travelling which is why her and Grace should never ever travel together. Add my sister to that list as well. You want Armageddon? Send the three of them on a holiday together. Of course I don’t really believe they’re the cause of any catastrophes, more like their spirits are required when disaster strikes to guide the victims to where they need to be.

On to the next dream where the creepy blonde haired woman made her first appearance. I don’t think it really fits in with this theme but since she turned up again last night her origins should be noted. In this dream she was accompanied by an Asian woman who’s been featured in three fairly recent dreams so far, all equally quacky.

November 23, 2008

I was sitting in the back seat of my car in the parking lot at my place of employment doing some work. The parking lot wasn't the one at work now but a much bigger lot that appeared to be near another place I worked ages ago in an area called Bridgeland. I looked at the clock and it was 12:02 so I thought I should go back up to the office and see what was happening for lunch.

All of a sudden the Chinese woman from the other dreams was sitting in the front passenger seat. She was wearing a black and white striped shirt that reminded me of an old-fashioned mattress. I asked what she was doing there but she wouldn't answer, she just stared at me with a blank look on her face. Just then a tall blonde woman came to the car and was trying to get in the driver’s side so I got out and asked what she was doing. She said they had lunch in my car every day. I said WTF? You eat lunch in my car every day? She said yes. I said how long have you been doing this and she said about a year. I asked how they got in and she said her boyfriend owned a car dealership and he could get a key cut for any car he wanted. I was pissed and demanded she give me the key but she wouldn't. She walked away and headed for her own car. I yelled to her that she better tell her boyfriend I was going to call the police.

The Chinese woman disappeared and I took the car somewhere else. I went up to the office and thought I should talk to a work mate first before I called the police because he knows so much about cars. Next I'm in my office and decide to go for a smoke. I was walking down the stairs and met up with another work mate who was smoking in the stairwell and I thought that was strange since he doesn't smoke. I followed him down the stairs telling him what had happened and found I had gone too far down, (the basement of our building is not accessible without a key so nobody ever goes down there). But I had followed him to the basement anyway for some reason.

While talking to him I realized that if the blonde woman had her own car why did she say they were eating lunch in my car every day? Plus I usually go out for lunch in my car so this didn't make sense. I said to the man I found it weird that not once had I found any crumbs or any other sign that somebody had been in the car. You would think over a year's time they would have spilled something. That was when I decided they didn't eat lunch in my car but were there to plant a bug.

Next BWB and I are in the back seat waiting in traffic (don't know who was driving). I felt we were on a local road named Brisebois Drive. All of a sudden we see this big grey car, like a BMW sedan, backing up super fast. I said wow is he ever going fast for reverse, I hope nobody pulls out in front of him. Just then the car ahead of us pulled out and I thought uh oh, they're going to hit. The BMW clipped the car then spun around towards us and I thought again oh no, he's going to hit us. He did but just barely, I didn't think there was any major damage at all, maybe just a small dent at the most. It was weird though because I felt the movement of the car being hit in the dream.

I looked out the back window and saw another car full of people. It looked like a cartoon version of a VW Beetle but it was crammed with people who were all screaming and trying to get out of the car. BWB and I decided to get out and see what was going on.

I found myself beside another big car with an open trunk and a guy who looked like Scott Baio in his Happy Days days. He was getting things out of the trunk to take care of the accident. I assumed he was a mechanic since he was dressed in greasy coveralls and looking for tools. He also had a smoke in his mouth but I noticed it wasn't lit. It had been lit but had gone out, you could see the end was a little burnt. That's all I remember.

The very next day as I was leaving for work I heard a car coming down our street sounding like it was going a little too fast for a residential road. When I looked up and saw tail lights coming at me I thought WTF? Number one why is he going so far and so fast in reverse, and secondly why did I dream about this? Since I left for work earlier than usual that day to grab a car wash on the way, I can only surmise somebody was trying to show me if I had left at the regular time I may have been involved in a crash. And I still haven’t figured out why so many dreams lately involve me or somebody else smoking. Maybe they’re telling me it’s time to quit but why are people who don’t normally smoke, smoking?

Ok, now for this morning’s festivities.

It started out where the HR Coordinator at work, who I’ll call Bunny, asked me if I wanted to take a road trip with her to Vancouver. I said sure. Suddenly we're in an office and we have to fill out a bunch of ballots or something. There were little pink note pads about 5 x 4 inches (with writing on them that I don't recall), sitting on a receptionists-type desk. At the desk were 3 stools. I knew one was for Bunny and one for me but didn't know who the other was for. This is when I noticed the blonde woman who was planting the bug in my car sitting on a bench or a pew next to the desk.

I sat down and tried to fill out the ballots but my pencil lead kept breaking and I couldn't. I thought they all said the same thing but I looked at a few under the first one and realized they all said something different. Again I was smoking away, there were a couple of ashtrays on the desk and I wondered if it was ok to smoke in BC. I asked Bunny if smoking was allowed and she didn't know, she said there's ashtrays there so it must be ok. I saw the room filling with smoke and thought the other people (where they came from I’m not sure) would not be happy about it so I stopped.

Next we're in a big hall that looked like a church. There were a group of seats in the middle slightly tiered and full of people. Out of nowhere came a parade of hundreds of people walking around the seats in a circle. They weren't saying anything, just walking around and around like some sort of ritual. They resembled zombies, not creepy looking movie type zombies but the type of being with nothing in their eyes. Soulless.

I asked Bunny what we were doing here and she got the creepiest smile and said "Don't you know? This is the night of the dead". I could see the blonde lady standing off in the distance and knew she could hear us. She had the same creepy smile. I thought to myself that must be the woman Bunny discusses the paranormal with (in waking life I couldn’t tell you if she discusses the paranormal with anybody).

I wondered if she meant All Souls Day which is November 1st but I knew it was past November 1st. I was thinking it was the 2nd but I don’t know what month. I decided this felt too cult-like and even a bit satanic. I think the people walking around created some kind of vortex where the spirits could come in. They then inhabited the empty shells of the soulless.

I didn't think summoning all these spirits was at all a good idea. Somebody was surely going to be possessed by an evil demon. I didn't want that person to be me so I got the heck out of there.

Next I'm in a big building by the ocean. I don't know what type of business it was but apparently I worked there. One whole wall was missing and that side of the building faced the ocean. Purpleaura was behind me telling me things I don’t remember. I said to her “we work here?” She said “yep”. I said, “Do you realize we could have been going for a swim and catching some rays on the beach on our lunch break all this time?” I had no idea we were so close to the ocean until she showed me. At that point I got a quick flash of my bathing suit which is navy blue and fuchsia.

There was a rock formation that began at the building and jutted out over the ocean. It was like a long ramp with an arrow-shaped tip at the end, which I somehow knew was pointing west. I walked out onto the point and noticed a crack just before the tip so I jumped on it to see if it was sturdy. It was. I looked down into the water which was crystal clear trying to see if I could find a shark. I could see all the way to the bottom and although I didn't see any sharks I spotted some cube shaped structures under the water.

Next we're on the beach and people are running out of the water towards the building. It was weird because they were all saying something and I could see their mouths move but no voices were coming out. It wasn't because it was noisy or anything, they just had no voices. One girl, who reminded me of person I know from Australia, was running on what looked like the top of the water which had me a bit confused but then I saw there was another one of those structures underneath. This one wasn’t a cube but more like a long thin walkway made of concrete. She was very blonde and very pale, her skin was almost translucent and she wore a pale pink bikini. I looked right at her making eye contact and she mouthed "the point broke". Apparently that's what everybody was saying and the reason why they were all running out of the water towards the shore. I said to Purpleaura, "Oh crap, I shouldn't have jumped on it, now I've broken the point". She replied, "No you didn't, it was ready to go anyway and you jumping on it had nothing to do with it".

Somewhere along the way somebody asked me if I'd been in both oceans and I said, “yes I have, I was in the Atlantic some years ago”, so I knew this was the Pacific.

We went back to the building and now it has a wall and two people were folding some red carpet over what was remaining of the rock ramp. It's like the carpet was always there for this purpose as they were expecting the point to break some day. The carpet wasn't seamed though, one side overlapped the other side by a couple of inches and you could see the underlay which I thought was shoddy workmanship.

Next I'm walking home and go past a house that doesn’t exist in our neighbourhood that's quite big but fairly dilapidated and made of nothing but wood. No siding or bricks or anything else, just wood. I saw a guy in the back yard who played Dr Joel Fleischman in the TV show Northern Exposure. I yelled to him “Hey Dr Joel, I didn't know you lived in this neighbourhood. It must be popular for TV stars because (somebody who I don't remember) lives up the street”. He said he loved it here, he got treated well. Then he said his name wasn't Dr Joel, it was Neil. (In waking life his name is Rob Morrow).

We went inside the house and it was also in a state of disrepair and construction. He was building something in the kitchen, I have no idea what because it was just bare framework, standard 2 x 4's. He was on one side of the frame and I was on the other and he was going on and on about his manager and how he never got him any other roles than Northern Exposure and now he was broke. He seemed really pissed at the guy and had some sort of vendetta against him. I got the feeling he didn't really want any company and here I just barged into his house so I thought I better leave.

All of a sudden Grace is there and I said to her "did you know Dr Joel lives in our neighbourhood?" He said again, “I'm not Dr Joel, my name is Neil”.

I told him I would stop bothering him and got ready to leave and that's when he handed me some weed and papers to roll a joint. Although he didn't say anything, I knew this was his way of telling me he enjoyed my company and wanted me to stay. Up until now he had been pretty much living like a hermit and nobody came to visit. I looked at the pot and it kind of looked like weed but was shaped like a mushroom cap covered in fur. I wondered if it was really peyote.

Grace starts freaking out asking us what we're going to do and I said we're going to smoke a joint. She said you can't do that and she got all agitated and pulled her jacket over her head so as not to take in any of the fumes. It was a light windbreaker in pink and blue. I said to Dr Joel maybe we should go outside so this doesn't affect Grace and he agreed. I told her I don't do this on a regular basis but obviously Dr Joel is distressed so I'm going to partake with him to make him feel better, and I would appreciate it if she didn't tell anybody at work about this.

We went outside and sat on the lawn in the back yard which also had a slight downhill slope. Dr Joel didn’t want anybody else to see him so he wrapped a quilt around his head and body to hide his face, similar to the manner of Middle Eastern women’s wear. I don't know if we ever did smoke the peyote because now we're in Grace’s car, all three of us in the front seat. I said to her, "I didn't know this was your car". I thought she had a white Toyota but this was a brand new blue car.

It felt a bit cramped with all three of us in the front seat so I suggested I sit in the back. Now we're in a white truck and Dr Joel is in the back seat still wrapped in his quilt. We drove down a country road and all of a sudden these wild and exotic animals come into view. There was a drinking hole and some of them were gathered around that, others were lying in the sun, some were eating the grass. I don't remember what kind of animals they were but I think there was a giraffe and maybe some emus. What stood out was the gigantic golden lion with a mane like I’ve never seen before. Definitely his crowning glory. He was huge and just roaming around checking everything out, obviously the one in charge of this zoo. I kept saying to Dr Joel, "check out all the animals, look at that lion, isn't he cool?", in an attempt to cheer him up.

We kept driving and went past a person who had a bunch of puppies and I was looking out the window at them. One of the puppies jumped at the truck and somehow latched onto the passenger window. I don't know if it was partially open and he was hanging onto the glass or if he just stuck to it. At first I tried to push him off, for some reason I thought it was pitbull puppy and he was going to attack us. Nothing I did could knock him off the window and that's when I realized he was really a pug dog. Then I asked myself why I was trying to knock this dog off, it would surely be killed as we were going pretty fast and I didn't want to kill him. I grabbed hold of him and brought him into the truck and was cuddling with him and showing him to Dr Joel and that's when I woke up.

In the Bhutto dream there was also a man smoking a joint so that was kind of weird.

I looked up Dr Joel and the first listing takes you to a MySpace page of a person who has India and the UK listed. Not sure if that’s where people put their location or what but that’s what it says.

http://www.myspace.com/drjoelmusic

I wondered when I woke up if the 2nd referred to November or December, all I knew is it was past All Souls Day so I wondered what they were celebrating. It wasn’t until I started putting this blog together did I realize the time in the blonde woman bugging my car dream was 12:02. As I’ve stated in earlier blogs, I don’t like to try and foresee any precise time or date for anything but odd that date or a representation of it came up in two different dreams so close together. Scott Baio and his wife had a baby on November 2nd, 2007. The pregnancy started out as twins but one was miscarried and the other born prematurely. She was due in December. Maybe that has something to do with something.

After emailing Purpleaura this morning I did a little looking around and found this post on a forum. Having read this particular poster for a few years I can verify her hit rate is fairly high:

Date: November 29, 2008 at 12:41:20
Subject: lion attacking vision

Vision of large male lion making vocal threat and then attacking. Usually means Tr'st attack in my visions. It appeared to be close at hand, in the next few weeks.

Not sure what’s up with Chachi. Does he love Joanie or not? One interesting thing is he allegedly belonged/s to the Young Americans for Freedom.

History

1960's

About 90 young people at the Sharon, Connecticut estate of William F. Buckley, Jr. gathered to lay the groundwork for a new national conservative youth organization. It is here that Americans for Freedom is born and our statement of principles, the Sharon Statement, is drafted.

"Adopted in Conference, at Sharon, Connecticut, on September 11, 1960."

IN THIS TIME of moral and political crises, it is the responsibility of the youth of America to affirm certain eternal truths.

I don’t know about anybody else but this looks to me more like a blueprint or recipe for the future than a mission statement.

IN THIS TIME of moral and political crises, it is the responsibility of the youth of America to affirm certain eternal truths.

WE, as young conservatives believe:

THAT foremost among the transcendent values is the individual's use of his God-given free will, whence derives his right to be free from the restrictions of arbitrary force;

THAT liberty is indivisible, and that political freedom cannot long exist without economic freedom;

It’s hardly a secret the economy’s in the crapper, and so shall go the rights and freedoms?

THAT the purpose of government is to protect those freedoms through the preservation of internal order, the provision of national defense, and the administration of justice;

So what’s internal order? I interpret it to be a following of rules amongst those in power. Fair enough, good thing to defend.

To protect the money (which according to the first point equals freedom), you damn well better have one whoop ass army. And if you have to employ the most horrific and gruesome torture imaginable in the name of justice, so be it. As long as we have those three things we feel safe and content.

Well Young Americans for Freedom, it’s been over 40 years since you began the crusade, have you accomplished what you set out to accomplish? Is there internal order? No there is not. There is internal fellowship but it’s not the same thing. You’ve definitely got your whoop ass army, do you feel safe? Did you feel safe on the 41st anniversary of your club? What exactly did your army do for you on that day?

But wait, the next point provides for a government gone wild:

THAT when government ventures beyond these rightful functions, it accumulates power, which tends to diminish order and liberty;

"Tends to diminish". Yes, that’s a delightful way of putting it.

THAT the Constitution of the United States is the best arrangement yet devised for empowering government to fulfill its proper role, while restraining it from the concentration and abuse of power;

Ya think? How ‘bout “It’s just a goddamn piece of paper”

THAT the market economy, allocating resources by the free play of supply and demand, is the single economic system compatible with the requirements of personal freedom and constitutional government, and that it is at the same time the most productive supplier of human needs;

All hail the money. So how’s that market economy working out for you now?

THAT when government interferes with the work of the market economy, it tends to reduce the moral and physical strength of the nation, that when it takes from one to bestow on another, it diminishes the incentive of the first, the integrity of the second, and the moral autonomy of both;

Can you say bailout?

File this under nothing will ever change. Those goddamn pinko commies always have been and will always be enemy number one so don’t even try to get along with them.

THAT the forces of international Communism are, at present, the greatest single threat to these liberties;

THAT the United States should stress victory over, rather than coexistence with this menace

http://www.yaf.com/statement/

Well some of the intentions sound honourable and I’m really not ragging on this group’s members. If they could protect some of these concerns it would be a wonderful world indeed. Still I can’t help but feel somebody saw this coming, (more like planned it), and put it out there for the world to see like they always do. Except we don’t notice until after the fact.

I don’t know why I was shown Chachi in the dream but he led to this and really this is not all that interesting. It’s not the first political group for youngsters and won’t be the last. And it’s not the only group with similar ideologies. It’s mildly intriguing their mission statement mentions all that financial market stuff and how important it is to keep the government separate from that. And it’s interesting I just happened upon it when the market is taking a dive and the government is intervening. The date of their inception coinciding with the very same date that changed the US forever is a little more captivating, but since nothing can be done about any of it, why the dream?

Also interesting is being shown Chachi as a youth, not the middle-aged man he is now. I think that’s what bothers me the most. Political youth groups. What was the name of that really famous one? Hitler Youth? No worries then I guess.

On the other hand Chachi was cleaning up the mess in the dream but from what I’ve read about him these days he’s not much interested in anything other than bagging famous actresses. Maybe he needs to reverse his current lifestyle and get back to trying to save the world.

While we’re talking about actors, I haven’t a clue where Dr Joel came from or why he wanted to be called Neil. I did watch Northern Exposure on a regular basis and it was a favourite to be sure, (although Dr Joel was not the most endearing character). It could be pointing to Alaska or maybe his current role on Numb3rs as FBI Special Agent Don Eppes.

NUMB3RS (pronounced Numbers) is an American television show produced by brothers Ridley and Tony Scott. It follows FBI Special Agent Don Eppes (Rob Morrow) and his mathematical genius brother, Charlie Eppes (David Krumholtz), who helps Don solve crimes for the FBI.

I’ve never seen the show but I did like this quote. I don’t know who it’s attributed to or if it’s merely a line from the show:

We all use math every day; to predict weather, to tell time, to handle money. Math is more than formulas or equations; it’s logic, its rationality, it’s using your mind to solve the biggest mysteries we know.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numb3rs

I would not be averse to smoking peyote. Anything that our indigenous people use in healing is perfectly fine with me. I don't know why we stopped using natural products in our health care in the first place but if TPTB took it away you can be guaranteed it is nothing short of a miracle cure. Plus a doctor prescribed it so what the hey. Perhaps this was a personal message and I should be looking at what it heals.

In addition to psychoactive properties, Native Americans used the plant for its curative properties as well. They employed peyote for treating such varied ailments as toothache, pain in childbirth, fever, breast pain, skin diseases, rheumatism, diabetes, colds, and blindness.

Peyote is known to have been used since the middle of the Archaic period in the Americas by the people of the Oshara Tradition. Two specimens of peyote buttons found in archaeological digs from a site called Shumla Cave No. 5 on the Rio Grande in Texas were examined with radiocarbon dating and alkaloid analysis in 2005. The results dated the specimens to between 3780 and 3660 BC, while alkaloid extraction yielded approximately 2% of the alkaloids including mescaline in both samples. This indicates that native North Americans were likely to have used peyote since at least five and a half thousand years ago.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peyote

I told BWB the dream this morning but forgot to mention the girl from Australia or anything to do with Australia. While I was typing that part of the blog he blurted out something like “Wow that is one weird looking rock”. He had been touring around Google Earth and was drawn to Ayres Rock for some reason. And although he’s seen it a million times he’s still fascinated by it. He said he measured it from the tip of the arrow and it was so many metres. I said what arrow? He showed me that if you turn it around it looks just like an arrow head.

Now that I’ve speculated on some of the other aspects of these dreams, the last thing on the list was looking up December 2 in history.

While thinking about coffee and tsunamis the Napoleon blog came back to mind as I mentioned those things in that blog. I also spoke about it in the December 25th blog because I was shown in that dream to look at the Napoleon blog again. The main theme of Purpleaura’s Napoleon dream was martial law. And December 2 was quite an important date for the little guy. In 1804 he crowned himself Emperor of the French and in 1805 was the battle of Austerlitz, one of his greatest victories when he defeated those aforementioned Ruskies.

On December 2 in 1930, under the category Great Depression, Hoover asks congress for $150 million to stimulate the economy.

In 1942 the Manhattan Project initiates the first self-sustaining nuclear chain reaction.

In 1943 a Luftwaffe bombing raid on the harbour of Bari, Italy, sinks an American ship with a mustard gas stockpile. Numerous fatalities (though the exact death toll is unresolved as the bombing raid itself caused hundreds of deaths too).

That sounds suspiciously like the chemical tanker that was hijacked by Somali pirates just yesterday.

In 1976 Castro became president of Cuba

1988 Bhutto is sworn in as Prime Minister of Pakistan

Also in 1988 Bangladesh saw the worst cyclone in 20 years, killing thousands.

In 2001 Enron filed for bankruptcy on December 2nd.

Interesting day indeed in the annals of history. Or did this just happen? Did we do the time warp again? Man am I messed up.

Pass the peyote please.

A Curious Affair

2008-10-24T02:13:00.013-06:00

Purpleaura experienced a dream September 28, 2005 that has been a perplexity ever since. A dream I had yesterday caused her to re-examine it and some interesting stuff is turning up.

Yesterday morning, in between a throbbing migraine and semi-sleep, I had a couple of short dream vignettes. I’m not sure if the first one has anything to do with her dream or the other dream I had, but it was a bizarre situation nonetheless and merits a mention.

I saw a word I don’t want to disclose or I may as well draw a map to Purpleaura’s house. That may sound a little paranoid but if your computer got hacked as often as mine does or you experienced some of the wackiness we do, you’d understand.

The word, (unbeknownst to either of us until yesterday) led to a company specializing in advanced laser technology. If you read the blog “Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun” (April 5, 2008), you’ll see why lasers weird me out.

The website had a scrolling window on the side of the page, and while I could see it moving in my peripheral vision I didn’t pay much attention to it. When I did decide to take notice it was displaying a press release not only in precisely the same city in which Purpleaura lives, but also on her birthday (which was a couple-few months ago). It’s not like it had up-to-date articles and her birthday was yesterday or anything because that wouldn’t be all that unusual. And she doesn’t live in a well known city like New York or Palm Beach. The fact it had many articles from many dates, and my eyes just happened upon it at the time, is also a little more than a routine occurrence. Turns out her house is less than 3 miles away as the crow flies.

Another topic that’s come up and may or may not be related (but feels like it might be), is Saranac Lake and Lake Placid. Apparently there’s a big pow-wow going down in Lake Placid this weekend:

SARANAC LAKE - Powerful generals and admirals from some of the most powerful nations on Earth are reportedly meeting somewhere in the local area this weekend after flying into the Adirondack Regional Airport in Lake Clear on Friday.

Among the passengers of a large Boeing 757 airplane with "United States of America" printed on its fuselage were top members of the U.S. Joint Chiefs of Staff and their counterparts from France, Germany and another country, possibly Great Britain, according to Barry DeFuria, a town of Harrietstown councilman and Airport Committee member who was there when the plane landed. A top military delegation from Italy flew in on a separate Falcon airplane, DeFuria said.

Town Supervisor Larry Miller, also on the Airport Committee, was also there and confirmed which nations' officials were on which planes, but he said he did not know what kind of officials they were or where they were going from the airport. He said he and DeFuria had to get security clearances to be present and that soldiers were guarding the 757 around the clock at the airport.

Boston Revisited

2008-09-21T13:25:00.013-06:00

Looks like Boston is making its way to forefront again and merits a discussion.

It all started last week with Purpleaura’s feeling of imminent martial law. I had been wavering on the idea of another “terrorist attack” which would in turn cause a need for martial law which in turn would cause a need for George to declare himself king of the world. What actually happens with the US Selection is not at all clear in my mind but I’m still leaning towards the dictatorship. If I could predict the outcome of any competition I’m certain I’d have a serious gambling problem so whoever is in charge doesn’t tell me things like that. However, there are many who feel the same way and Purpleaura’s dreams and visions are certainly leading in that direction. She also has very strong feelings Obama won’t make it to November and will be met with the same fate as JFK.

So last week I had a dream about hearing the word BINGO very loudly. I used to be quite the Bingo fan but it’s been years since I attended a game. I assumed the dream was telling me I should go again, then last night I dreamt of a friend I haven’t seen or dreamt of in ages and again we were discussing going to Bingo. More on this later.

When Purpleaura first told me about her martial law premonitions I replied they will need an event to pull that off. Then I went to a forum and saw this post:

Date: September 16, 2008 at 21:19:52
URL: "i have to get the hell out of boston..."

i have obtained a 200 pill supply of potassium iodide. This should be enough to ride out the limited nuclear attack on what i have dreamed will be boston, onan nfl game night. if you click on the picture of nastia liukin, it will take you to the nfl schedule.

there are 2 dates that stick out: 10-20 and 11-13 on 10-20, the new england patriots play a Monday night game at home against denver. on 11-13, the pats play a thursday night game at home against the jets.

at first glance, the 11-13 game has the most occultic significance. however, if you know that the illuminate keep time according to umt/gmt time, then at the same time of the 8:15pm EST kick-off 10-21, it will be early am 10-21 in london. if you ignore the zero 10-21 can be seen as 121 or 11x11.

thus, the 10-20 pats night game does have an occultic signature to it and i would invite any astrologers to examine this exact time and location for any further occultic clues.

i have to believe that the nwo will move for a limited nuke attack on a major american city before the november election. based on the presidential candidates proffered by the nwo, it is as if they don't care because the nwo knows there will be no elections, so i don't know why you people on the national board are expending so much bandwidth on an election that's not going to happen...

once more, i urge anyone reading this is get your supply of potassium iodide pills before 10-20. do not worry about an all-out nuclear war because that is not in the illuminati plan. you will only need a supply for 14 days for you and your loved ones and even your pets. i got mine for $25. you can buy online from amazon or ki4u.

http://earthboppin.net:80/cgi-bin/talkrec.cgi?submit=lt&baseurl=http://earthboppin.net/talkshop/international&msg_num=43525

After that I decided to play some online billiards. Normally I play only against the computer but this time for reasons unknown decided to play a real person. This is how the conversation went (I’m assuming my opponent was male):

Him: hi
Me: Hello
Him: Where from
Me: Canada, you?
Him: Boston
Him: Why won’t you tell me where you’re from? Are you afraid we’re going to invade you if we know where you are?
Me: Calgary. I’ve driven through Boston, nice city.
Him: Disconnects

Not sure what was up with that. It’s not like I was beating him or anything.

I was also a little freaked about the poster’s reference to a football game because of the DC Packers dream. While I felt it had something to do with a meat packing plant, and we’re in the midst of a dilemma caused by Maple Leaf Packers, I also still feel there was something much more ominous about it. Not that the people who have died from listeriosis isn’t tragic enough, but this concerns many more people and our planet as a whole.

Then last night not only did Purpleaura and I have dreams with some similar themes, BWB seems to have gotten into the game as well and the three of us shared similar dreams. Parts of Purpleaura’s dealt more with attacks so I’ll get to that first.

Well I had a bad dream this morning. I am walking on a street path and suddenly a car comes around the corner fast. There is a woman on cell phone talking away with only one hand on the wheel. I was flaming mad because she took the corner wide and the back door of the car opened and a small child was hanging out but had caught itself on the edge of the open door and was swinging like a flag in the wind. The woman didn’t seem to care in the least.

She stopped and I approached the car and told her that she nearly killed me because of being on her damn phone and has a small child she couldn’t be bothered with and just left it hanging on the door with it wide open. So she gets out and starts cursing me and going on and on. While she is facing me at an angle I’m doing my best to ignore her and look forward and right in front of me I am watching an event take place.

This is the weird part, it was like I was looking at a small square arena and everything was in this arena. There were ships almost like large shipping tankers that dock at the port. I overheard some men talking in a foreign language and heard “It’s their fault, they caused it”. I don’t know whether this is separate accident or whether this is the cause of the main thing to happen.

I saw the ships underneath and then suddenly saw a big plane (a passenger plane like a 747 or 777) take off and as it takes off there comes another plane from a different direction at same time and it slams into the plane taking off. As its burning up it hits the water and I get a glimpse of the ships underneath.

What else was weird is the way it blew up which looked familiar and I finally found a picture and realized it was the Hindenburg. As I’m watching I’m thinking “Holy crap, my god” when suddenly another plane comes and explodes then another and another. As I’m watching I’m thinking "why are they just sending these planes out for them to explode?" It was like they were on a conveyor belt one after the other.

Then I woke up.

Purpleaura has some pretty scary dreams but she mentioned this one has her really freaked out.

In the dreams BWB and I had there were also children and a car out of control and I too was watching something in an arena but I don’t know what.

Ok back to Boston. The very first thing that entered my mind after reading Purpleaura’s dream was the manner in which Joe Kennedy Jr. died. I read this years ago and ever since have been wondering if they still do this and if not, would they try it again. I guess the WTC catastrophe points to yes.

After previous US Army Operation Aphrodite missions first conceptualized on July 23, 1944, Kennedy and Lt. Wilford John Willy (born May 13, 1909 in New Jersey) were the crew - Lt Wilford J. Willy had pulled rank over Ensign FNU Simpson (who was the regular co-pilot with Joe Kennedy Jr) in order to be on this mission - in a modified version of the B-24 Liberator (code name Anvil) in the US Navy's first Aphrodite mission. After the two Lockheed Ventura mother planes and a navigation plane had taken off, the BQ8 "robot" aircraft completed take-off from RAF Fersfield, England loaded with 21,170 pounds (9,600 kg) of Torpex to use as a guided missile on the V-3 cannon site in Mimoyecques, France. Following approximately 300 feet behind the drone was Colonel Elliott Roosevelt in a de Havilland Mosquito to film the mission. Kennedy and Willy remained on board while the BQ8 completed its first remote-control turn. Approximately two minutes later and ten minutes before the planned crew bail out, the Torpex detonated and destroyed the drone - the plane came down near to the village of Blythburgh in Suffolk.

Kennedy's body was never recovered, and he was posthumously awarded the Navy Cross; the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Air Medal. Lt. Willy was also posthumously awarded the Navy Cross, and both men's names are listed on the Tablets of the Missing at the Cambridge American Cemetery and Memorial.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_P._Kennedy,_Jr.

Ok that kind of blew me away because part of BWB’s dream that was emphasized involved a man cooking chicken on a barbeque and people often use BQ as a short form.

And Boston and Kennedy’s are interchangeable as far as I’m concerned.

Also a little freaky is I just decided to look up the user ID of the person I played pool against the other night and found him replying to a Boston newspaper article regarding Obama:

Hi, I would like to present some 'opinions' I got playing an online game with this individual calling himself fisher_rider04:

interblava> hi
fisher_rider04> hi
interblava> where from
fisher_rider04> north florida
interblava> boston
interblava> how old
fisher_rider04> 21
interblava> did u vote
fisher_rider04> for what
interblava> prez candidate
fisher_rider04> no, technically i am undecided so I cant
interblava> technically you can, but you don't want to
fisher_rider04> hey were voting for a nigger or a woman for president!
fisher_rider04> therefore mccain is going to win

http://www.boston.com/news/politics/politicalintelligence/2008/05/gop_ratchets_up.html

Glad he disconnected, I wouldn’t have wanted to get into that conversation with him.

As I said to Purpleaura this morning after reading her dream:

“I dunno but I'm feeling this is leading to Boston again especially after reading the article you came across about that clock at Cambridge”.

The clock was unveiled by Stephen Hawking at Corpus Christi College in Cambridge.

CAMBRIDGE, England - Most clocks just tell time, simply and reliably. Not the $1.8 million time eater" formally unveiled Friday at Corpus Christi College in Cambridge.

The masterpiece, introduced by famed cosmologist Stephen Hawking, challenges all preconceptions about telling time. It has no hands or digital numbers and it is specially designed to run in erratic fashion, slowing down and speeding up from time to time.

Inventor John Taylor used his own money to build the clock as a tribute to John Harrison, the Englishman who in 1725 invented the grasshopper escapement, a mechanical device that helps regulate a clock's movement.

Making a visual pun on the grasshopper image, Taylor created a demonic version of the insect to top the gold-plated clock where it devours time.

The beast — with its long needle teeth and barbed tail rocks back and forth, ultimately inserting its talons in notches at the top of the clock to move it forward. Halfway through the minute the grasshopper's jaws begin to open, snapping shut at 59 seconds.

"Time is gone, he's eaten it," said Taylor, who calls the oversize grasshopper "Chronophage," which translates to "time eater."

"My object was simply to turn a clock inside out so that the grasshopper became a reality," Taylor said.

At the unveiling, Hawking predicted the creature atop the clock would become "a much-loved, and possibly feared, addition to Cambridge's cityscape."

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080919/ap_on_re_eu/eu_britain_chronophage

What else occurred to me just this morning is I read years ago Bingo was invented in Boston and beans were used to mark the squares. That is not what I’m reading today however but in my mind Bingo also equals Boston. Even freakier yet is something just told me to look up Operation Bingo:

The memorandum outlines Operation Bingo, a plan to, in its words, "create an incident which has the appearance of an attack on U.S. facilities (GMO) in Cuba, thus providing an excuse for use of U.S. military might to overthrow the current government of Cuba."

This is all a tad unnerving as we approach the anniversary of the Cuban Missile Crisis in which the other Kennedy was instrumental. And speaking of October, I was asked to be the official photographer at a company soiree. It happens October 7th and the minute I heard that date was filled with hinky vibes. I have a cousin who I was quite close to (more like a brother to me) whose birthday is that day and I told the person who asked me I wouldn’t forget that date. Then I checked out another forum when I got home that night and find no less than 3 threads all stating October 7 is the date of doom:

THREE AND A HALF YEAR TRIBULATION ENDS ON OCTOBER 7, 2008
OCTOBER 7TH IS DOOM TIME!!!!!
The webbots are saying October 7th and beyond is serious.

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/searchtitle.php

The Cuban Missile Crisis began October 8th, pretty darn close. The 14th doesn’t look good either and that’s my brother’s birthday.

Purpleara decided to lookup the history of Bingo (invented in Atlanta) and one thing led to another and here's what she came up with. This came up while searching Operation Bingo and sounds chillingly like another historical date quite familiar to us all. Since it seemed to work the first time, why not use it again?

Journalist James Bamford summarized Operation Northwoods in his April 24, 2001 book Body of Secrets:Operation Northwoods, which had the written approval of the Chairman and every member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, called for innocent people to be shot on American streets; for boats carrying refugees fleeing Cuba to be sunk on the high seas; for a wave of violent terrorism to be launched in Washington, D.C., Miami, and elsewhere. People would be framed for bombings they did not commit; planes would be hijacked. Using phony evidence, all of it would be blamed on Castro, thus giving Lemnitzer and his cabal the excuse, as well as the public and international backing, they needed to launch their war.

This operation is especially notable in that it included plans for hijackings and bombings followed by the use of phony evidence that would blame the terrorist acts on foreign governments.The plan states, "The desired resultant from the execution of this plan would be to place the United States in the apparent position of suffering defensible grievances from a rash and irresponsible government of Cuba and to develop an international image of a Cuban threat to peace in the Western Hemisphere." Operation Northwoods was drafted by the Joint Chiefs of Staff and signed by then-Chairman Lyman Lemnitzer, and sent to the Secretary of Defense.Several other proposals were listed, including the real or simulated actions against various U.S military and civilian targets. Operation Northwoods was part of the U.S. government's Operation Mongoose anti-Castro initiative. It was never officially accepted or executed.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Northwoods

Sure it wasn't. Maybe not as far as Cuba's concerned...

And the author of that book, James Bamford, was born and raised in a town called Natick, 15 miles west of Boston.

Brigade homeland tours start Oct. 1

3rd Infantry’s 1st BCT trains for a new dwell-time mission. Helping ‘people at home’ may become a permanent part of the active Army

The command is at Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado Springs, Colo., but the soldiers with 1st BCT, who returned in April after 15 months in Iraq, will operate out of their home post at Fort Stewart, Ga., where they’ll be able to go to school, spend time with their families and train for their new homeland mission as well as the counterinsurgency mission in the war zones.

http://www.armytimes.com/news/2008/09/army_homeland_090708w/

This is a post regarding the software TimeWaveZero:

Following a brief plateau period of a little more than week, is a small plateau just before the first shaded bar that roughly corresponds to this month’s tension-filled dithering of the global political-economic scene. The values then rapidly shift around 10-05 and continue to change rapidly until 12-10. It is more than passing interest that HPH has specifically identified the early hours of 10-7 as a point that marks a rapid change in the human operating environment. Furthermore, the end point of 12-10 or 12-12 is one they have identified as marked by one or two very major earthquakes, one of them perhaps in the PNW.

http://newearthsummit.org/forum/index.php?topic=52.msg3289;topicseen#msg3289

In conclusion, something is up. It may not be Boston, it may not be missiles but many across the globe are getting the same bad vibes of impending doom and martial law with the end result a new American Monarchy. I'm not usually one for predicting dates but so many things are leading to October and if they're going to pull off this dictatorship thing it will have to be soon.

The clock is ticking grasshopper.

Something's Burning

2008-06-30T17:42:00.014-06:00

Well with Canada Day closing in I can’t help but be reminded of the Spy vs. Spy dream (April 16th, 2007) with its lone Canadian flag draped over a rather ornate pole in the middle of an equally striking dance floor. Nothing ever came from that dream, not even a personal message and that’s unusual for me. Purpleaura has the ability to see much further into the distance than I, so while her dreams sometimes take a year or more to transpire mine are usually within months or days. All I can surmise is:

A) That wasn’t a prophetic dream.
B) I had one of Purpleaura’s dreams (which has been known to happen), or
C) What I saw was a diversion.

A recent round of same-themed dreams brought this one to our attention again, well that and the fact that tomorrow’s Canada Day and the same feelings of foreboding have made their way to the forefront. Before I get to those dreams though I have to mention Purpleaura’s dream we believe might have been Tim Russert trying to show her something (what we don’t know) that may or may not relate to the other dreams but needs to be noted anyway.

Purpleaura ~ April 30th, 2008

I was at a restaurant serving as a waitress to a table with two males. The first male finished so I took his bill to the table. The other man was sitting on the opposite side and I knew he was reporter, he was very serious and had a political feel to him. I had already given him his cheque but then he ordered something else so I gave him a cheque for the food he just ate. I decided to tell him it was probably easier if I charge everything on one bill.

It jumps and I’m shutting down the restaurant for the night talking to the reporter the whole time. We end up outside the restaurant and although I had my car there we didn’t take it even though we had a long walk ahead of us. All the way home we chatted up a storm.

Suddenly we find ourselves riding an animal (a big dog comes to mind). We pass a garden and there are smaller animals that almost looked like sheep because of their coat but also felt like a goat and the weirdest thing is they were red. And they were nasty little buggers, they’d head-butt you like a goat and kept coming at us trying to head-butt us but I managed to keep them at bay with no problem just by using my hand to stop them. It’s at this stage I see a child and I tell the child to get a move on because this sheep could do some serious damage. The reporter was still with me the whole time and then I woke up. It makes me wonder whether a reporter is onto a big story.

The last time I dreamt of being in a restaurant, a waitress was showing me multitudes of frogs seeming to materialize out of thin air. Less than three weeks later the Sichuan earthquake hit with this story coming out shortly after:

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Frog Migration: Omen to China Earthquake Disaster

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On May 5th, many Chinese locals noticed thousands of frogs on the move. They were seen traveling without fear of traffic as they crossed streets in mass floods.
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Many Chinese sensed the migration as a bad omen of a coming natural disaster, but the Chinese government told them that it was just a natural migration for the purpose of propagation. This calmed the people and no one took the omen very seriously.

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http://www.4to40.com/newsat4/index.asp?id=1730

June 15th I had the following dream which took place at a previous residence known as Harold’s since he was the owner. BWB and I both lived at this address but never at the same time. It’s been about 15 years since I lived there and is not a place I think of very often at all.

It starts out BWB and I are going to Harold's for what reason I don't know, I think we had to pick up something we left there because I heard on the radio he was doing major renovations and the road would be closed. We walked into our old suite expecting it to be empty because we knew nobody was living there but it was full of furniture. The furniture wasn't arranged or anything, it looked like whoever lived there was getting ready to move. There were no knick-knacks and nothing hanging on the wall, just furniture. One of the pieces was a wicker wall unit I used to have but lost in the divorce. I stood there looking at it wondering why it was still here, knowing that we moved that unit to our new house and the ex should have it. Then I realized it was a dream and none of this furniture was really here, we just thought it was.

I don't know what else we did but all of a sudden it was bedtime so we're lying in bed when BWB said something I didn’t hear. Then I said something but he didn't hear me so I said it again really loud. He said "shhhhh, I think they're out in the hall". I said “Who's out in the hall?” and he said a name I don't remember.

He got up out of bed and looked out the window then peered into the hallway and there were two guys approaching our bedroom door from either side. He shut the door and tried to keep them out but there were two of them and he couldn't hold them both back. I saw an ironing board on the floor and thought it would be a good idea to wedge it under the doorknob but then realized it was too long and wouldn't provide enough of a barrier.

The guys came into our bedroom, one I recognized as an old high school mate of BWB’s named David. He had a can of gas and a bunch of yellowish tubing, the same colour and texture as the stuff they use to tie your arm off to take blood and about a quarter of an inch in diameter. All of a sudden David dumps the can of gas all over BWB intending to burn him alive, apparently he’s had a long-standing beef with BWB since high school and is looking quite forward to watching him suffer.

I got up and since we didn't have a phone I went to the neighbours and rang the doorbell twice. I don't know why I remember that but I knew it was the middle of the night and they would be sleeping so I thought I had to ring it twice and if nobody answered I would have to ring it twice again. Our current next door neighbour Warren answered the door and I asked if I could use his phone and he says “Sure, what's going on?” I said I didn't have time to explain, I had to call 911. I called and got a recording that said they were busy and I would have to wait on hold but I didn't have time to wait on hold, BWB was covered in gas and I didn't know when David was going to get the lighter out. I called 911 again and got through this time and told the lady we had intruders in our house and they covered my husband in gasoline. She asked who my husband was so I told her his name. She asked if he was from Calgary and I said yes, born and raised. Then she asked what colour he was and I said white. I got the feeling that people who were not from here or any other colour but white would not be helped and this was now a standard question before any assistance was administered.

I left to go back to our suite but now I'm in the house next door to Harold’s and see all these red flashing lights coming down the street and felt happy they didn't take very long to get here. Then I saw two cops, I think one of them was a woman, both dressed in black pants and bright red sweaters. They were facing each other and discussing their plan of action and were kind of side-stepping towards the back of the building. They managed to get the two guys before any serious damage was done. I found BWB alive and well although drenched in gasoline and in a bit of shock.

Next it's later in the day, he's all cleaned up and I asked him if David knew where we really live and he said yes. I then asked “Then how did they know we'd be here when we didn't even know we'd be here?” He didn't know the answer but I was a little freaked about them getting out of jail and coming back and decided we better get a dog or a gun or something.

I then went next door to thank Warren for letting me use the phone but he was all curled up in a light blue blanket sleeping on the couch that was in their hallway. I said something to him but don't remember what, then I called BWB’s brother to tell him what happened and he started laughing and said David would never do anything like that. I was getting mad and telling him this was very serious, we very nearly lost BWB and David is nuts, but the brother insisted he would never have lit a match.

I woke up with the song Another Man’s Gun playing by Canadian artists Ray Lyell and the Storm. I’ve heard the song lots but had no idea who performed it until I tried finding the lyrics that morning, up until then I thought it was Bon Jovi.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1w8q40IsrUI

June 19th I started reading a new book called The Last Templar. In it a thug tries to murder a shifty art dealer by pouring gasoline over his head and lighting him on fire. Kinda freaky.

June 27th Purpleaura had these dreams having completely forgotten the gasoline dream (her life is quite mental at the moment):

In the first dream I see something big is going down. I was watching two young males discussing something to do with the government or military who thought they had destroyed the men but in fact it was a distraction. They seem to be running parallel plans together, one a distraction and one the real plan. One of the men turned around and said, "They had attacked distraction as planned”. One of the men’s faces was really red, it looked like he had been in a fire or his face was painted. He had pus and boils peeling off him but he was quite happy that whoever/whatever had taken the bait. Then I heard “it’s nearly ready” as they had built something about to be released. The internet and teenagers and people in their early 20’s also seemed to be involved somehow.

The other dream was about women soldiers in Iraq. I saw a piece of paper that said “Local people send MSM to MIMS”. I was thinking maybe they’re lacking sanitary towels, tampons etc. and this was an SOS for the women soldiers in Iraq. Then I woke up.

The same night I had the following dream, again at Harold’s:

This time we were living there but I think we were in the process of moving out. Something was going on inside the place, I don't know what but there were lots of people around. Two guys had left a U-Haul trailer in our driveway (that place doesn't have a driveway) and I don't know if it was the same two guys who broke in last time but if so I'd sure like to know who they are. I was wondering how this thing got there and were they coming back for it and what nerve they had leaving it in our driveway. I got the feeling they had gone to a conference or meeting somewhere nearby, a hotel that was up the road called the Highlander comes to mind.

Next I was packing things up in the trailer, all I remember is small box of ladies underwear. I remember seeing some other things that belonged to the men, there were 3 suitcases all with airport tags but I don't recall what airports, I saw bar codes but didn't see any letters and don't remember any of the other things. Then all of a sudden BWB, Warren and I were sitting in lawn chairs in the driveway, the back of the trailer was still open and I think we were having a barbeque. Attached to the building at the end of the driveway was a small portable kitchen with a sink and the barbeque.

The men were sitting around chatting while I was doing something in the sink and getting supper ready when I heard some noise but didn't know where it was coming from. All of a sudden I notice the trailer is gone and I'm thinking WTF??? How did those guys come back and take it and we didn't notice when we were sitting right there beside it? They would have had to hook up a truck to it and close the back door and all kinds of noisy things. I asked BWB and Warren if they saw anything but they didn't, then I asked if they knew what kind of trailer it was, I wasn't really sure if it was actually a U-Haul and I wanted to call the company and tell them these guys took our stuff. I did see a logo on the side but it looked like a shield, not the usual U-Haul logo, and it was mostly orange and black.

I was so mad at myself for not realizing these guys would come back for their trailer and why did I put all our stuff in it and why didn't I get the license plate or even the name of the company? I was just about to go in the house to call U-Haul when I thought there's no way they're going to be able to figure out which trailer it was when I had zero information so I resigned myself to the fact our stuff was probably gone forever. At one point I saw the trailer closed up but the bottom of it was touching the ground and cottage cheese oozing out from under it, then I woke up.

I guess at this point it should be noted that in late May in another dream I saw a pair of ladies undies sitting on a desk at work with maple leaves printed all over the butt.

So there seems to be a few commonalities in these dreams. Number one who the heck are the two men and why do they keep showing up in our dreams? Red sheep (wool) and red sweaters may be connected. People being burned by a volatile substance is making itself known and in the course of investigation Milwaukee and nuclear were coming up again and again.

I have to wonder if parts of these dreams weren’t showing events that have already happened. My first thought with the U-haul was the Ryder truck used in the Oklahoma City bombing. Shortly after Purpleaura’s goat dream I heard on the news about the two girls who were found dead in rural Oklahoma. One of them wanted to be a vet and was known to have a parade of animals trailing behind her wherever she went, including her pet goat.

The reference to female underwear and/or toiletries in Iraq could be pointing to the pregnant soldier who just returned and was found dead under seriously mysterious circumstances. As was reported, she turned up for roll call and never showed her face again. Several days later she’s found dead and decomposing in a motel room and not only did the staff not seem to notice but the army had no clue she was even missing? And here I thought the armed forces kept good track of their people. Really good track. Yup, definitely something up with that.

Purpleaura looked up MSM and MIMS and found a few interesting acronyms:

MSM

Meritorious Service Medal
Militant Socialist Movement (Mauritius)
Marine Safety Manual
Mirror, Signal, Manoeuvre
Military Service Medal
Minesweeper, River
Mission Services Manager
Major System Mode
Move & Store Material
Movimiento de los Sin Miedo (Bolivia, Movement Without Fear)
Munition Service Magazine

My favourite is this:

Matrix Switch Module.

Prepare for time warp.

MIMS can mean:

Missile Maintenance Squadron
Multiple Independent Manoeuvring Submissile
Mission Information Management System
Magnetic-Field Induced Mixing of Sublevels
Molecules in Medical Science (Cambridge)

http://www.acronymfinder.com/MIMS.html

Or a series of surface to air missiles including MIM-23 Hawk, MIM-72/M48 Chaparral and MIM-104 Patriot.

I don’t think I need to get into what goats can refer to, especially evil red goats. Danger all over the place in that symbology.

The logo I saw on the U-Haul did not look like the U-Haul logo but more like Harley Davidson. This is where Milwaukee first came to mind. I thought maybe the Harley logo showed up because I was in Red Deer, Alberta last Tuesday undertaking a study and spent the entire day beside a Harley dealer. Not until after this latest dream did I recall it sits on a section of road known as Gasoline Alley. Another locally well known business on Gasoline Alley is Glenn’s Restaurant. Its claim to fame used to be the gigantic teapot sign visible from miles away. It still has a giant teapot but not nearly as impressive as the original. Along with your usual restaurant fare they also peddle teapots and tea related items. Another dream that has remained on the back burner is the Terrorists and Teapots. I just happen to come across this article a short time ago that maybe explains it:

Operation Teapot was a series of fourteen nuclear test explosions conducted at the Nevada Test Site in the first half of 1955.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Teapot

Another series of events that keeps us mystified is Purpleaura’s dream referring to Cambridge which led to the Boston Baked Bridge blog and the gasoline tankers in Boston Harbour, also home to the Boston Tea Party. Cambridge came up again in the MIMS acronyms.

I’ve been racking my brain the last few days wondering what the cottage cheese was all about and just a few minutes ago it occurred to me Milwaukee is in Wisconsin, cheese capital of the world. Which brings me to the DC Packers. Back in January I dreamt I was sitting in my car contemplating finding a new job. All of a sudden a logo started appearing all around me in the air for a company named DC Packers. I sensed they were a meat packing plant and didn’t think I’d be able to work at a place with a killing floor even if I was a mile away in an office. I wondered when I woke up if Green Bay was planning a move to Washington or what exactly the scoop was. That one still remains a mystery as well but if anything goes down in Wisconsin I know where I’ll be looking first. This was the logo I saw, Purpleaura pointed out how similar it looked to the Russian flag.

After we analysed the latest dreams for a bit, I went back to read the Spy vs. Spy dream again and had completely forgotten the nuclear references in that dream. That prompted a search for nuclear power plants in Wisconsin where I learned about the Point Beach facility which in turn got me wondering if Point Place, Wisconsin, the town where That 70’s Show takes place, was loosely based on Point Beach. Before reading about that I have to mention how often I’ve been hearing Baba O’Reily (Teenage Wasteland) lately. And every time I hear it I keep trying to remember which blog I used that song in but couldn’t remember and kept forgetting to look it up. Not until I read this did I decide it was time to check it out:

That '70s Show is the brainchild of 3rd Rock From the Sun creators Bonnie and Terry Turner and writer Mark Brazill. The working title for the series was Teenage Wasteland

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/That_'70s_Show

The song was used in the Boston Baked Bridge blog which also contained a segment on Harley’s and bikers. In the Spy vs. Spy dream I met up with one of the actors from the show.

After that Purpleaura decided to get her ghost box out and see what it had to say. She connected to a voice claiming to be a soldier who died in a war and was under the impression Purpleaura was military too. She heard Reuben, Mark, and Code 8. Code 8 in police lingo means a bathroom break so I’m not sure what that’s about. I looked up Reuben Mark and found he was the CEO of Colgate Palmolive. Before I even typed that into Google I thought to myself “now watch, the company was probably started in Milwaukee”. I was half right:

In 1806, William Colgate, himself a soap and candle maker, opened up a starch, soap, and candle factory on Dutch Street in New York City under the name of "William Colgate & Company". In the 1840s, the firm began selling individual bars in uniform weights. In 1857, William Colgate died and the company was reorganized as "Colgate & Company" under the management of Samuel Colgate, his son. In 1872, Colgate introduced Cashmere Bouquet, a perfumed soap. In 1873, the firm introduced its first toothpaste, aromatic toothpaste sold in jars. His company sold the first toothpaste in a tube, Colgate Ribbon Dental Cream, in 1896. By 1908 they initiated mass selling of toothpaste in tubes.

In Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the B.J. Johnson Company was making a soap entirely of palm and olive oil, the formula of which was developed by B.J. Johnson in 1898. The soap was popular enough to rename their company after it - "Palmolive". At the turn of the century Palmolive, which contained both palm and olive oils, was the world's best-selling soap. A Kansas based soap manufacturer known as the Peet Brothers merged with Palmolive to become Palmolive-Peet. In 1928, Palmolive-Peet bought the Colgate Company to create the Colgate-Palmolive-Peet Company. In 1953 "Peet" was dropped from the title, leaving only "Colgate-Palmolive Company", the current name.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colgate-Palmolive

And he went to Harvard which also came up in the Boston Baked Bridge blog in conjunction with the biker.

Purpleaura also heard “Courtney, Bravo, Dean” which has not yet been deciphered, then heard the name Frank and “One guy in two got him”. Another voice appeared who said "there’s a war you know what I mean, makes you sick, bad one, many people more" and "add, would we for now gone, from another?” She asked about Boston and heard “41” then “Alvenus”. They also mentioned “this morning computer” so whether that refers to what we had been discussing we’re not sure.

I looked up Alvenus and was a little shocked to read this since neither of us has ever heard of it:

On July 30, 1984, the British tanker Alvenus hit the soft bottom of a channel 11 miles off the Louisiana coast and buckled hard enough to crack open its main deck, spilling 2.8 million gallons of Venezuelan crude oil into the Gulf of Mexico. This was due to the tanker being grounded in an offshore ship channel. The giant petroleum puddle streamed westward with the Gulf current into Texas, where it came ashore on the Galveston beach four days later and 70 miles from its vessel. Oil washed ashore in Galveston for two weeks. The TAM Oil Spill Response Vessel "QUEST" with Dr Hann was present at the spill site to perform response activities.

http://ceprofs.tamu.edu/rhann/links/case.asp

This morning before waking I was shown the famous picture of Thích Quảng Đức, he’s the Bhuddist monk who self immolated himself as an act of protest in 1963. I recall the uproar that incident caused but not from the monk’s point of view, that was politics I didn’t understand at the time. The clamour I recall was over the photographer, does he get the picture or does he try to help save the man’s life? He took the picture. Maybe that was a turning point in our “progress” as a species or perhaps we should turn our focus to Burma again.

Ok I think those are the latest pieces of the latest puzzle. A lot is pointing to gas and/or oil, perhaps a spill but the three different references to people being burned make me think otherwise. All the nuclear stuff turning up doesn’t make us feel very good at all and with the latest tensions in the world on that front you can almost taste the plutonium in the air. Nobody much likes plutonium so we’ll pass on that thanks very much. In the meantime keep your cheese helmets intact and nearby.

Happy Canada Day!

Cyclones and Tigers and Burns

2008-05-10T19:52:00.008-06:00

In light of recent catastrophes it seems appropriate to bring this to the forefront again. From Ask for Burma’s Sister:

Purpleaura ~ December 5th, 2005

I dreamt this morning I was talking to someone who felt like either military or a politician wearing a business suit. He was talking about using some sort of nerve gas to get rid of most of population, it renders them unconscious then after a few hours they give in and die. He said it’s the most powerful thing they know of. He also mentioned there has only ever been one group, a family, who has a natural immunity against the gas, they experimented on them and found they are the only ones with a natural defence against it. That got me intrigued. He goes on to say your family is the one that is immune to it. You were on (what sounded like) St. John’s Philippe Island. I said, “No, I have never been on or lived on any island by that name”.

Suddenly I’m looking at a black and white picture on the wall which he is showing me, I presumed it was taken on this island as the photo was comprised of people, palm trees and sun. As I was looking at the photo I noticed one of the people was my dad, then I became aware of my dad’s 2 brothers and was thinking, “I didn’t know our family lived on this island”. On even closer inspection I saw kids in the background playing in a playground, there was sand and a slide. I recognised the children, one of them was me around 4 or 5 years old with platinum white hair. My brother and sister along with some cousins were also there. I was thinking, “This is crapping me out, how come I don’t remember anything about living on this island?” I was drawing a complete blank on it.

The dream jumps and everything is in colour and I’m at a major party. We now know about military/government plot and what they are about to do. Now this part seems vague, something was concealed in a ball or some sort of round object that opened, it kind of looked like a disco ball made of mirrors. The plan was being staged, I assumed this round object had been opened because people were lying on the floors everywhere either unconscious or dying slowly. Since we were aware of the plan I find myself on the floor pretending to be affected but keeping an eye on things all around me. I noticed the same military man wearing a gas mask and now that the gas has dissipated he takes it off. At that same time I am working with others to prevent this or to catch whoever intends on implementing the plan.

Again it jumps and we recognise who is behind the masked man so we stand up and lead an attack and he is killed. Again I am aware of working with other people. We went outside, it seems we had sent someone to get a vaccination or some kind of antidote to help the affected people, unless this is treated within 2 hours they will die and time was ticking. At this point a female on a motorcycle comes around the corner with a container on either side of the motorcycle. Medical staff and people in white coats are following close behind.

Suddenly we are running inside and loading the people onto what looked like wooden pallets to move them into rows outside, once they’ve had a jab they are marked with green. This was important to make sure they were not given 2 doses as the medicine was extremely rare. As we loaded them up they started gradually coming around and then I woke up.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/10/ask-for-burmas-sister.html

We concluded at the time this dream was more than likely referring to Burma and now there’s no doubt whatsoever. After reading it again several times over last few days it’s all become so much clearer.

Motorcycle

During one of the reads I got stuck on the motorcycle, for some reason that was nagging at me. Later that night while eating supper we watched Planet Earth. Normally we watch something else but that show wasn’t on and neither was anything else so this was the option (although very much out of the ordinary). They did a segment on a Canadian invention, a portable water purification system designed specifically to assist in disasters, they were supposedly on their way to Myanmar at the time. When the host asked the company rep how they get these things into remote and devastated areas the rep replied they use motorcycles, they can strap two units to each side of the bike and go just about anywhere.

In a thread on GLP stating the disaster was a false flag operation, somebody asked if Burma had oil. Due to our previous investigation the answer to that was easily accessed so I answered it. The next day somebody else replied with a link to a site discussing the politics of the disaster, but before that article was a rather urgent warning on the availability of water filters :

**** NOTE ... FROM NOW ON I HAVE HAD TO MAKE A DECISION TO MOVE TO THE WHITE FILTER ELEMENTS WITH THE WATER FILTER SYSTEMS AS THE BLACK FILTER ELEMENTS ARE NO LONGER AVAILABLE ...

http://www.jmccanneyscience.com/

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message546287/pg2

Considering I had JUST finished writing to Purpleaura about the TV show the night before, immediately prior to reading this, I have to say I was a little wigged out. That pretty much sealed the deal on this dream being a foresight of things to come.

Wind Burn & Gas Masks

The gas masks were another part still unclear and I wondered if Purpleaura hadn’t picked up on both the cyclone and the volcano in Chile. Every single picture I looked at of that calamity showed most people wearing a mask of some sort. That’s not been ruled out, especially with her numerous volcano dreams, but this also required some consideration:

I've NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS! Rain Leaves Marks/Scars/Burns on Burmese Survivor's Faces

No photos though but just an article. Am still waiting for photos to appear. I saw the ferocity of storm when Katrina hits New Orleans. But no one as far as I know had complained about marks or scars on faces of survivors due to the rain. Imagine a rain like that?

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message546951/pg1

Others likened the images eventually shown on CNN to those of Hiroshima victims. Others explained it away as a natural occurrence when precipitation and excessive velocities are combined. It was compared to riding a motorcycle in the rain, a sand storm in the desert or an accident with a pressure washer. I have to stick with the original poster on this one. According to my research, winds during Katrina reached 130 mph or 209 kph.

http://store.usgs.gov/mod/images/windspeeds_county_p.gif

Cyclone Nargis produced winds up to 119 mph or 192 kph.

http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-05/04/content_8101834.htm

Not a whole lot of difference there and like the poster said, did anybody hear anything at all about similar injuries suffered during Katrina? Anyone? I sure didn’t, this was a first for me. I’ve been in a sand storm and I took a pressure washer blast to the foot. I’ve also been on a motorcycle in the rain, even took a bumble bee to the face at 60kph and I have to agree, it hurts like hell. Admittedly at 200 kph that bee would have become equal to a bullet, and while they were unquestionably all painful experiences, still the pesky Katrina question remains.

On a quest for proof of the skin damage (not yet found) I came across these two articles:

Myanmar 'used chemicals' on rebels
By Jessica Le Masurier for CNN
Thursday, April 21, 2005 Posted: 10:28 AM EDT (1428 GMT)

"Their eyes started watering and they tasted a bitter odor" followed by "a burning sensation" in their throats, said CSW's president, Australian physician Dr. Martin Panter, who traveled to the area to examine five of the rebel fighters.

"Thirty minutes later they began to cough up blood. Blisters began to appear on their skin and they were unable to walk," Panter told CNN.

Some later suffered from blisters and acute diarrhea, they told him.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/04/21/myanmar.rights/index.html?iref=newssearch

Preventing disease outbreaks is 'race against time' for cyclone victims in Myanmar
The Associated Press
Published: May 10, 2008

Reports of diarrhea and skin problems have already surfaced, and health officials fear waterborne illnesses will emerge because of a lack of clean water, along with highly contagious diseases such as measles.

http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2008/05/10/asia/AS-GEN-Myanmar-Cyclone-Disease.php

True enough many things cause diarrhea including severely tainted water, but it seemed odd to me that skin disorders and diarrhea came up in conjunction with each other in two different articles discussing two entirely different things with just two random clicks of the mouse.

Rice

I couldn’t help but notice the first time I saw the name of the cyclone that it was an anagram of “grains”. This tasty little variety has certainly been big in the news as of late:

Shortage drives rice prices to record high
Alia McMullen, Financial Post
Published: Friday, April 04, 2008

The global rice shortage has forced prices of the grain to record highs, pushing one of the world's most important staple foods out of reach for those that depend on it most.

"The international rice market is currently facing a particularly difficult situation with demand out stripping supply and substantial price increases," Concepcion Calpe, senior economist for the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations said in Rome.

http://www.financialpost.com/story.html?id=420099

Rice shortage Asia's 'silent tsunami'
The loss of Burma's rice paddies could have a devastating effect, writes Aileen McCabe.

Aileen McCabe, The Ottawa Citizen
Published: Saturday, May 10, 2008

BANGKOK - When Cyclone Nargis swept through the Irrawaddy Delta, it shattered both Burma's famed rice bowl as well as any hope Asia's rice crisis might abate anytime soon.

It's not that the isolated little state grows a significant amount of the world's rice. It's just that before the cyclone it was able to feed its own 47 million people and have enough left over to send a bit to the world market.

Not allowed to assess the damage first-hand, the Asia office of the United Nation's Food and Agriculture Organization estimated this week that about 65 per cent of Burma's rice paddies were affected by the cyclone, which hit just at harvest time, and that rice already harvested and stored could easily be ruined now, too…

…in Manila, seeing the desperately poor wait in long lines to buy government subsidized rice is now common and the same fate is in store for Burma now. As is the fear that hungry people won't remain patient and orderly for long.

Half a world away in Haiti, Egypt, Senegal, Somalia and Burkina Faso, rice riots have erupted because of soaring prices.

http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen/news/story.html?id=c0d94842-7a99-491d-b43d-d23a34895b77

From race riots to rice riots. And what of the other Rice? She certainly seems to have played an integral role in the Burma oil and gas affair :

The Bush administration has close ties to Chevron. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice was a member of the Chevron Board of Directors for 10 years before Bush was elected, and even had a Chevron oil tanker named for her until it was quietly renamed after Bush took office. And Halliburton, the oilfield services giant formerly headed by Vice President Dick Cheney, has numerous ties to Chevron, signing several multimillion-dollar contracts during Cheney's tenure. And yet there is no evidence that the Bush administration has used its connections to convince Chevron to divest its Burmese holdings, despite the evidence of abuses committed on the Yadana project and Bush's public position on promoting human rights and democracy.

http://www.tompaine.com/articles/2006/09/26/big_oil_trumps_freedom.php

St. John Philippe

Well this continues to mystify us however one thing came up recently that may or may not be of consequence, but we found it interesting all the same. According to Purpleaura’s dream she was immune to the gas due to her bloodline and having lived on an island of this name or something that sounded like that name. Many believe the Templars were the original keepers of the grail, also rumoured to represent an original bloodline. This is a post on GLP today:

Sirius Cnight
User ID: 428095
5/10/2008 8:09 AM

Re: Those Who Plot Evil Actions: Templars and the Freemasons

Please don't forget to mention how King Philippe was in debt to his ears because the Templars controlled the money in France/Europe, and that he disbanded the Templars after installing his childhood friend Clement as Pope in Avignon, France (while there was another Pope in Rome), and sure while looking for the junk, was really about cancelling his debt with the Templars and stopping their monopoly . . .

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message533620/pg1

That prompted a look into King Philippe:

Philip IV (April-June 1268 – November 29, 1314), called the Fair (French: le Bel), son and successor of Philip III, reigned as King of France from 1285 until his death. He was the husband of Joan I of Navarre, by virtue of which he was King of Navarre (as Philip I) and Count of Champagne from 1284 to 1305.

A modern historical view is that Philip seized the considerable Templar treasury and broke up the Templar monastic banking system. In 1314, he had the last Grand Master of the Templars, Jacques de Molay, burnt at the stake in Paris. According to legend, de Molay cursed both Philip and Clement V from the flames, saying that he would summon them before God's Tribunal within a year; as it turned out, both King and Pope died within the next year.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_IV_of_France

This weirded me out the most in that biography:

In 1300, Jacques de Molay made his order commit raids along the Egyptian and Syrian coasts to weaken the enemy's supply lines as well as to harass them, and in November that year he joined the occupation of the tiny fortress island of Ruad (today called Arwad) which faced the Syrian town of Tortosa.

In September 1302 the Templars were driven out of Ruad by the attacking Mamluk forces from Egypt, and many were massacred when trapped on the island.

So that links Philippe to an island and the alleged keepers of the bloodline.

Joan

This is another name Purpleaura has dreamt of but until this morning I can honestly say I had completely forgotten the details of it. Again with the grail and again with the women and children:

April 15, 2005

I suddenly was in group of people, but nearly all the people were men and it felt like I was waiting in line to go on a bus. The buses for some reason were small and reminded me of prison buses like I have seen on TV. The men couldn't wait to get on the buses to fight, but before they were allowed on the buses, there were doctors or someone similar to a doctor-type, which seemed to be taking droplets of blood from each person that was in line waiting to board the bus.

They pricked each person's fingers and the droplets of blood were collected/fell on what seem to be some kind of blotting paper. If the blood changed on the paper to one color, they were allowed to board the bus to go off to fight a war. I remember it was my turn to have my blood test. They did it, and the people doing it said to me, “You can’t come on the bus to fight because you do not have this particular type of blood to be allowed to fight”. (I can’t for the life of me remember which blood type was allowed to board).

It jumped in the dream and suddenly I appeared to be in a small town. Everywhere I looked there were women and children and absolutely no men left in town, they had all left on the bus to fight. I'm thinking, “This is very strange that every man that is going to fight had this particular type of blood”, yet I had a feeling that all the women and children were left at home.

Again the dream jumps and I’m in a hall. There’s a man, (don't know where he sprang from), reading from a bible, like a sermon. Now I am not religious, but as I listened he spoke about the true blood, the true people who will fight, that they carried the Holy Grail within their blood. I thought, “That's my blood type”. And suddenly it hit me. They had sent in the wrong people with the wrong blood type to fight the war. The true people who should have been sent to fight were the ones who carried the Holy Grail within their blood. I thought, “They’ve got it all wrong; we have to save the people who were sent in”.

Again it jumps and I saw myself standing in front of huge crowd. I told them about the men and the true blood. I heard myself telling everyone they have got it wrong. Suddenly all the women were preparing to go to war. I remember going to 3 meetings and standing in front of the women and telling them. And I remember the entire gathering was women and they were preparing to set off to fight. I remember telling 3 women named Christine, Joan and Jane to stay in the town and look after the children. There were women who couldn't because they were pregnant and women who had babies or very young children with them who couldn't come.

Then it jumped again and I remember vaguely being in a war. A group of us were surrounding a single storey grey building with windows in it. And we were quietly surrounding the building. The weirdest part I vaguely remember is that each woman had what appeared to be silver metal body armour that covered our chests, it reminded me of Roman chest armour. It’s interesting, I remember thinking in the dream that they couldn't see us surrounding the building because we carried the Holy Grail within our blood. Then I awoke from the dream.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/59432.html

Champagne has also come up both in Purpleaura’s Napoleon dream:

August 7, 2007

In this dream my mum, sister and brother go visiting my grandmother Mary who was alive in a nursing home in England. I happened to miss that visit but we decided to go again and we took a big gift-wrapped basket with us, containing what looked like a cup, a box of coffee, and a bottle of alcohol that I think was champagne and a few other bits and pieces.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/08/napoleon-and-others.html

and 159 Templar Ambassadors of the Eclipse:

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/08/159-templar-ambassadors-of-eclipse.html

Not sure if this is a time stamp of sorts but Purpleaura happens to be visiting family in the UK at the moment. She informed me today after I bounced the latest theories off her that she had just been thinking of the Women and War dream but doesn’t have access to her files and didn’t have access to a computer. When she did manage to get online there it was waiting for her. Something’s definitely up with that.

It looks to me like we have the smoking gun, I guess now we wait for the obviously guilty verdict from the jury and justice will prevail. Yeah that’s not ever happening.

I think that’s it for now at least, as far as that dream goes. The other item that’s been heavy on my mind is the incident with Lexi and the Bay of Bengal.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/dolphins-in-colorado.html

To summarize my side of the story, I had some dreams one night that involved the Luxor in Vegas, a Lexus car and a friend not seen or heard from in ages named Virginia. (I still haven’t seen or heard from her but I did dream about her again a few nights ago). In one of the dreams I was cleaning things in the bathtub…a red shelf, a bathtub pillow and a thermos lid filled with Christmas decorations. In another dream I saw five large “A”’s on various points of a U.S. map, California, Washington State and 3 were grouped at the borders of Missouri, Kentucky, Arkansas and Tennessee, near the New Madrid fault. I woke up with the word “Atomic” in my head.

In the process of writing down the dreams a few thoughts came to me like the Boxing Day tsunami and Lex Luthor and would anybody ever try planting a nuke on a shaky fault line like he did in the Superman movie or maybe even drop one in a volcano. Nuking the Mariana Trench was the basic theme of that thought process. After all, blaming mom earth for just about everything is all the rage.

After the writing and analysis were complete, I went to a forum I rarely visit but it seems both Purpleaura and I are drawn to it when there’s something we need to see. I found my way to a thread with the title “After the Goldrush” posted by Lexi from Virginia. It contained the lyrics to the Neil Young song preceded by one sentence:

All I know is that I have been "directed" to come in here and give you this.

It wasn’t the content that made me wonder if this was directed at us but more the name and location of the person posting it. Add to that the fact I love Neil Young and have a long list of Neil Young related synchronicities so it certainly got my attention. And on top of that, after a trip to Lillooett in northern B.C., I learned more about the Gold Rush than I ever thought I wanted to know. That area left an incredible impression on me, very interesting vibes indeed. I was quite surprised to learn of its history:

1858 - Cariboo Wagon Trail & the Goldrush

Gold was discovered in 1858 near neighboring Barkerville and Lillooet boomed with prospectors heading north, boasting a population of 16,000 at its peak. As the first major stopping point on the way to the Cariboo Goldrush, Lillooet became Mile 0 on the Cariboo Wagon trail.

http://lillooet.bclibrary.ca/lillooet-area/village-heritage/cariboo-wagon-trail-the-goldrush-1858/?searchterm=goldrush

For history buffs, Lillooet is a must-see! In 1860, the town was the 2nd largest North American centre west of Chicago, behind San Francisco.

http://www.lillooetbc.com/getdoc/6ad8730b-b217-4b05-8f19-7ef4fb6fa8a7/Visitors.aspx

Another trip through the Crowsnest Pass taught me about the gold mining rush that occurred in that part of the country, also a complete yet fascinating surprise to me. In short, gold hunters and the Gold Rush had been on my mind a lot in the not so distance past.

This is Lexi’s side of the story in his own words after I responded with “Message Received”:

Hello,

I did not have a chance to post a note. I just had a dream last night that blew my mind.

I never remember dreams and I saw a great white tiger-the Bengal tiger/Siberian tiger? -he was standing in the middle of my room.

He said, "Tell them they are loved and appreciated." (Meaning you.) "Deliver this to them. They will see its meaning soon." He was standing upright like a man and he was wearing a silver suit. I think it was a designer suit. He was incredible with a very powerful voice-like a growl-a roar.

He said,” See to the Bay of Bengal. Boxing Day was as nothing. We are here now to stay." He saluted me and I woke up.

... humming "After the Goldrush." And I came in here. That's all I know. I'm in beautiful Williamsburg, Irrelevant.

And I drive a Lexus....;-)

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/dolphins-in-colorado.html

I guess my idea of “soon” and somebody else’s idea of “soon” are two different things. So what happened here? If I am to understand correctly what I thought Lexi’s dream was saying, a group of benevolent beings have inhabited the planet to reduce the chaos. If that’s the case, why are 100,000 or 500,000 people dead and/or missing, with almost 2 million homeless? (so they say, like Boxing Day and Katrina we’ll never really know for sure). Well either I totally misread that, which is always a possibility, or maybe there’s another answer.

What if this WAS the lesser of two evils? What if the burns were caused by a nuke or some other type of weapon, and the cyclone actually helped to dissipate the contaminants? What if a nuke were launched that night, killing millions worldwide with the ensuing chaos, and Nargis was the wrench in those works? What if those affected were destined for an already certain yet much more agonizing and painful death, (starvation, torture, whatever), and this, as devastating as it is, was better than that?

This is about the only explanation I can muster because I don’t want to believe this was allowed to happen as the starring catastrophe. I want to believe that even with weather manipulation as a viable weapon (to those who get off on that sort of thing), this was the path of least resistance. By no means am I taking an “Oh well things could have been worse” attitude, I’m merely trying to decipher what the bottom line is here. What’s next? How far will it go? What exactly is the process to reclaim our planet? Do we fill out a form? Sign a petition? I’m in, now where do I sign up?

Anybody?

Mothers, Daughters and the Zoo of Life

2008-05-03T22:32:00.008-06:00

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Seems like Simon and Garfunkle saw this blog coming from a mile away. Holy smokes welcome to dream central and this wild and creepy week in review. There appears to be a theme of women and children on the go but with the recent festivities concerning the Blood Sacrifice to the Beast and Beltaine, I suppose that shouldn’t come as a complete surprise. Keep in mind the Blood Sacrifice begins April 19th and runs through May 1st (Beltaine), both of which came up again when we weren’t even looking.

Miss Scarlet ~ April 20, 2008

I had a silly dream last night but was also dreaming about writing it down as to not forget so it must be important. I was in a courtroom where everything was stark bright white. Below the bench was an enclosed area made of spindles for the stenographer, which was a hippopotamus on a computer. There were a lot of spindles around. Sitting to the right of where the judge would sit was a giraffe, also on a computer. I don’t recall seeing any people, just these two animals.

All of a sudden I’m in my office which I now share with Purpleaura. It was definitely my office but the desks were moved beside the window and there was much less furniture and junk, it basically had 2 desks and 2 computers. An unknown man was replacing our old monitors with new flat screens and we were a little bummed about that because our monitors acted as crystal balls. Apparently we could see into the future with them and we weren’t sure if we’d be able to see into the new flat screens. A task was given to me, typing out the screenplay of Les Miserable in its entirety. I’m not sure what Purpleaura was up to but I suddenly woke up with the Unicorn Song playing. I woke up several times throughout the night with this dream on my mind each and every time.

The first thought upon waking was the giraffe represented TabithaToo because of another giraffe incident last year. I also felt the hippo represented Purpleaura but had no intention of calling my spiritual sister and best friend a hippo so I didn’t mention that part when I first told her the dream.

The second item that came to mind were the two witnesses considering this was a courtroom setting. It seemed TabithaToo must have a fair bit of clout if she were the judge’s right-hand giraffe. I just searched for the TabithaToo-giraffe incident as the details were a little foggy and found it in an email from May 15th, 2007 titled “Two Witnesses”. We had been researching that concept at the time.

As that story goes, we were talking about a recent article in the news where a woman was mauled by a tiger at the zoo. Purpleaura mentioned the thought of a trip to the zoo with TabithaToo made her a little nervous. I pointed out it would be downright dangerous with their animal track record. They’d end up with a parade of lions and tigers and bears tagging along behind them. At the time I typed that I had a vision of a giraffe following TabithaToo around.

A quick look into animal totems more than convinced me these two animals undeniably represented Purpleaura and TabithaToo so I didn’t feel bad about having to tell Purpleaura she was a hippo. She didn’t mind anyway.

People who have a Giraffe totem often know the future. They can sense what is going to happen, what lies over the horizon.

Giraffe people should be very careful of what they say. Be sure you are not saying too much to the wrong person, or in the reverse, too little. Do not allow other's words to affect you.

Giraffes have their legs firmly planted on the earth but their heads in the sky. This represents balance and the ability to progress.

Giraffe people should never become complacent and lose sight of the future. Life will become increasingly difficult until you set your sights once more on the path ahead.

Giraffes, and their people, have very strong ties to family and friends, especially parent and children.

http://www.linsdomain.com/totems/pages/giraffe.htm

Hippo: symbol of birth, motherhood, protection of young

The hippopotamus is associated with birth, motherhood and the protection of young. The Hippopotamus, whose name means 'River Horse', protects the woman of the house, especially the woman of childbearing age.

The Hippo lives both underwater and on land. It is both practical and stable and tends to follow set patterns. The hippo teaches us to follow a path that is determined to be successful.

The hippo represents routine paths and an intuition for truth that lead to our goals in life.

While underwater, the Hippopotamus is able to see, hear and breathe. This can teach us a higher level of perception, and so increase intuition for the heart and truth of situations in life.

http://www.crystal-cure.com/protection-hippo.html

The next day Purpleaura sent this tidbit which fits in with the hinky May 4th vibes among other things:

Saint Monica of Hippo

St. Monica's feast day, which was on 4 May, was in 1969 moved by the Roman Catholic Church to 27 August

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Monica_of_Hippo

The May 4th thing was freaky enough but something I hadn’t told Purpleaura was, after writing the last blog I was reminded of another dream where I saw the same tartan as the bagpipes (Black Watch) only that time my maternal grandmother (Monica Mary) was wearing it.

Miss Scarlet ~ December 26th, 2006

Last night was weird. For the past 2 nights I've been waking up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason whatsoever. The first night I don't know what time it was, last night it was 3:15 exactly. We had fallen asleep in the living room and got up to go to bed, I'm not sure if we both woke up at exactly the same time but I think so. That's happened before and it's weird. My stomach was really bugging me and I was so hot I couldn't stand it. I was laying in bed naked, no blankets, window wide open, in Canada, in December, sweating up a storm.

BWB says doesn't it seem unusually quiet? I hadn't noticed before but he was right. Not only were the fridge and furnace not running there wasn't a sound to be heard. We live not too far from 2 very busy roads and you can ALWAYS hear the traffic. Not a thing last night. While I was waiting to fall asleep in this ultimate silence I heard “BIG earthquake”. That got me thinking about the Boxing Day earthquake and the thought came "they wouldn't do it again on the same day but they will pick a day of note". Then I heard January 1, then saw 111 which made no sense because January 1st would be 11. It was about 4:30 before I got back to sleep.

Now I'm a little freaked because I also had a dream about my Grandma Monica while we were sleeping in the living room. I just looked up when she died, I knew it was near Christmas but I couldn't even remember if it was before or after or what year. It was January 11, 1980.

I don't remember all of this dream but I saw my grandmother, she and a bunch of others had been visiting at my mother’s and she needed to get home to Toronto so my mother said she would find out when the buses left. Some other stuff went on, then I got to thinking it wasn't very nice with all these people here with cars making grandma take a bus, so I offered to drive her to Toronto. She said that would be great, but there was also an uncle who needed a ride and I said no problem. I talked to him a bit, I don't remember his name but he was gigantic! Super tall! He too was happy to not have to take the bus.

Next thing I'm walking in a field, very big and very green, with grandma dressed in a plaid dress and Purpleaura who was a little behind me and to my right. All of a sudden grandma was on my right and I turned to her and said "how old are you now" and she answered "90" in a very strong and proud voice as she was very happy to have made it that far. (She would have been 90 in 1987).

Now I’m back at my mother’s and decide to go upstairs for some reason, (even though she doesn't have an upstairs), and now I’m in the cabin with all the rooms and the big porch. I found grandma in bed with another woman, it wasn't anything sexual (thank goodness) and I got the feeling the other woman wasn't human. I didn't touch her but I knew she was made of a jelly-like substance and looked like a cherub with really curly golden blonde hair. They were both snuggled up in bed giggling and laughing and having a great old time. I said to grandma "Don't you want to go home to Toronto?" and she said "No, I'm having a perfectly good time here and I think I will stay".

Since we’re talking about May 4th again, Purpleaura came across this a day or so after the last blog:

According to NASA, on MAY 4 2008, a bright comet named 2003/YN107 will make a near pass of earth.

http://neo.jpl.nasa.gov/ca/

That about covers hippos, giraffes, Monica and tartans.
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…later in the day with Les Mis and Walpurgis

Now I’m looking into Les Mis and St Walpurgis who is honoured on Beltaine along with mothers and their daughters since that seems to be a theme today. I’ve never read the book, seen the play or the movie and doubt I would recognize any songs except the one George was singing all through a Seinfeld episode, Master in the House. I really have no idea where that came from.

Victor Hugo, author of Les Mis was born February 26th, the same day Ashley (my daughter) passed and two days after Lorraine passed. February 25th, smack dab in between the two of them is St Walpurgis Day due to the fact that’s the day she passed.

Les Mis the musical was released May 1, 1998.

A little about the book:

Hugo fills many pages with his thoughts on religion, politics, and society, including his three lengthy digressions, one being a discussion on enclosed religious orders, another being on argot, and most famously, his epic retelling of the Battle of Waterloo.

It seems Hugo had quite a fascination with Napoleon and that reminded me of your dream with your mum, your grandmother Mary and Lorraine, which was posted in the Napoleon blog.

A little more research into Walpurgis turned up even more peculiarities especially with Pope Benedict figuring prominently in the Maypoles & Mammaries blog and Purpleaura’s predilection towards sailors:

Birthplace: Wessex, England
Died: 25-Feb-779 AD
Location of death: Heidenheim, Germany

Executive summary: English missionary to Germany

Great bonfires are lit on the Eve of Beltaine, April 30, in order to welcome the Earth Goddess.

Her first settlement was at Bischofsheim in the diocese of Mainz, and two years later (754) she became abbess of the Benedictine nunnery

Her relics were translated to Eichstätt, where she was laid in a hollow rock, from which exuded a kind of bituminous oil afterwards known as Walpurgis oil, and regarded as of miraculous efficacy against disease. It is still said to exude from the saint's bones (especially from October to February)

Ashley was born in October.

Boniface was the first missionary to call women to his aid. In 748, in response to his appeal, Abbess Tetta sent over to Germany St. Lioba and St. Walburga, with many other nuns. They sailed with fair weather, but before long a terrible storm arose. Hereupon Walburga prayed, kneeling on the deck, and at once the sea became calm. On landing, the sailors proclaimed the miracle they had witnessed, so that Walburga was everywhere received with joy and veneration.

http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15526b.htm

Also important to note is Purpleaura was also born in England and lived in Germany for a while.
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Miss Scarlet ~ April 22, 2008

Weird dream again last night, I can’t remember all of it but these are the parts I did recall. I saw a gravel road near work, I haven’t looked at Google Earth yet to try and figure out where it was but I know it doesn’t exist in this realm. It appeared to be private and hidden, maybe even invisible if you’re not supposed to know about it. The gravel looked brand new and perfect, not one stone was out of place and it was perfectly level as if it had never been driven on. The contours of the road were very well defined. It had a fork at one end then went slightly downhill and curved off between some buildings then completely out of sight. In between the forks was a big bush that appeared to be a means of concealing the access. On each side were a series of cream-coloured stucco Mediterranean-style buildings with lots of arches. In between the arches were walkways disappearing to points unknown. (Because of a later portion of the dream I thought at least one of the buildings was a restaurant, specifically a Chi Chi’s).

Chi-Chi's was a popular Mexican restaurant chain from 1975 to 2004. It went out of business in the United States following a 2003 Hepatitis A outbreak that began at one of their locations outside of Pittsburgh, PA. Chi-Chi's is still in operation in Belgium, Germany, Luxembourg, United Arab Emirates, Kuwait and Indonesia. Chi-Chi's also marketed a line of grocery foods (later purchased by Hormel) with an emphasis on salsa.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chi-Chi

Chi Chi’s closed down here too quite some time ago although I don’t recall exactly when.

Anyway, I was in a car with a young man I don’t know and really couldn’t see his face but he seemed to be late 20’s early 30’s. He wore jeans and a white T-shirt. We went to one of these restaurants and the next thing I know I’m standing in the middle of the room. There were two big shelves, not tall, (shorter than me at 5’6”), but really wide. I think they were black and grey and butted together at a 90 degree angle. In the space between them was a corner shelf, all white with rounded edges. Nothing was on the shelves so I set down a black leather-bound book I had been carrying around. All of a sudden a tiny little frog appeared, very bright green with either a red stripe or maybe red eyes, something about it was red. And I mean tiny, not much bigger than the head of a pin. I was freaked wondering where it came from and suddenly there’s a girl standing to my left, didn’t see her either but felt she was young, early 20’s, wearing a waitress uniform comprised of a black skirt, white shirt and black cardigan. Apparently these frogs were nothing new to her but as I stood there watching it began to grow but not a whole lot, it was still smaller than a dime. Then I noticed a spec of what I thought was a food crumb so I went to sweep it away and the girl said “NO, don’t do that”, and we watched another frog start to materialize out of this tiny spec. Then I saw another spec and another and although the other frogs were getting bigger they never did get to full size.

Next I’m in an office/storage room with the same young man I was with in the car, he was sitting at a grey metal desk doing paperwork. A colleague from work was sitting in a chair behind the young man, the same colleague I was discussing freemasons with in the bagpipe dream. I was sitting to the left of the young man but in the opposite direction. Straight ahead of me were a bunch of those grey metal industrial-type storage shelves. The shelves I think were empty but there was a stack of boxes sitting on the floor in front of them. To my right was a matching storage cabinet with a box on top of it. The colleague was going back and forth from the box to where he was sitting looking for some old marketing information. I asked him if he used the Sun, implying the local newspaper of the same name but he didn’t answer. I asked again rather loudly, “DO YOU USE THE SUN” and he reluctantly answered “Yes”.

Next I’m in the car with the young man again heading back to the gravel road and that’s when I realized it was hidden. I said to myself “Ohhhhh, there’s only one way in and one way out”. We were heading in, down and curving to the right when I looked behind to see the fork in the road and the bush and wondered if you could pull a u-turn or did you have to keep going once you were in.

After that I was in another room with Purpleaura as we awaited the arrival of Country Foot Jane and Country Foot Ashley and then I woke up.

I got up and made coffee and decided to go back to bed for a bit. I fell asleep right away and dreamt I was at the computer and a small screen popped up that said Elaine-something?? and then I woke up again. I fell right back asleep and had a short dream of a bunch of sports balls, mostly soccer I think, with pictures of goat’s heads on them. They looked really creepy and either the balls had stitches in them or the goat heads had stitches but there were a bunch of these balls all floating in the air coming towards me. That scared the crap out of me and I woke up again and stayed up this time.

The frogs made me think of sea monkeys but I’m not sure if that came after I woke up or during the dream. So we get up and BWB turns on the TV to the news and the anchorwoman is trying to do a story but there was so much static you couldn’t hear her, then her mic cut out altogether so they went to another story. The weird thing was while she was trying to talk about one thing they were showing a picture that went with a completely different story that came on about 10 minutes later. The picture showed a sign for a company called Bullfrog Power, they have something to do with those gigantic windmills that scare the crap out of me. This was the story:

Today is Earth Day and as part of the local celebrations Bullfrog Power and REAP (Respect for the Earth and All People), a new business association founded in Calgary to encourage people to use their shopping dollars to vote for sustainability, have sponsored a lunchtime event at Eau Claire Market.

I made my way to work and shortly after arriving was approached by a different colleague to design a cover for the corporate marketing brochure. I didn’t even know we had a corporate marketing brochure. The same day a local worker was killed when a large metal rack used to store palettes fell on him after only three days on the job. According to the Edmonton Sun the incident happened at 11:10pm.

So that was weird but back to our main theme. After researching frogs I came to the conclusion the species shown in the dream were Amazon Red-Eyed Tree Frogs. Purpleaura came across this:

The Red Eye (Red Eyed Tree Frog) Agalychnis callidryas also known as the "monkey Frog" because of their excellent coordination.

http://www.froggyville.com/petcarered.htm

I learned these frogs have parabolic vision. I didn’t know what that was but came across this article during the search:

MOUNT TABOR'S PARABOLIC VISION

MATTHEW 17:1-8 ;14-20

Golden Text:--"This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased; hear ye him."

CONCLUDING our last study, our Lord, six days afterward, took Peter, James and John, three of his favorites among the disciples, into a high mountain. There he was transfigured before them; that is to say, his appearance changed, his face shone like the sun, his garments were white like the light. Then the vision grew and Moses and Elijah appeared to be holding conversation with the transfigured Jesus. The impulsive St. Peter, anxious to serve, inquired whether or not it was the Master's will that they build three tabernacles, one for him, one for Moses and one for Elijah, on the top of the mountain. One of the evangelists says, "He knew not what he said." Another account shows that the three disciples were for a time overwhelmed by something like drowsiness but later became fully awake.

http://agsconsulting.com/htdbv5/r4649b.htm

I’m not big on bible stories but found it kind of weird all the same considering the ongoing awakening theme. I do believe some of those stories came from somewhere otherworldly but the more likely source was probably an alien rather than a manufactured humanoid deity.

This was the most intriguing find of all, courtesy of Purpleaura:

© Diana Tierney

Nov 14, 2006

It is somewhat surprising that the frog is so important to Mythology and Folklore. Being an amphibian that transforms it is a symbol for birth, death and rebirth.

Frogs have held an important role in the mythologies of many civilizations. Most of these myths center around the frog’s transformation from a tadpole to a frog. Many cultures saw this as a rebirth thus associating them with creation myths and the land of the dead. The fact that some frogs can lay up to 3,000 eggs makes it no wonder that they have been associated with many fertility deities and creation itself.

In Egypt the frog is most commonly found associated with the goddess Heqet (or Heket) who was the goddess of fertility and childbirth. Sometimes depicted as a frog or a woman with a frog head Heqet was seen as protectress of childbirth. Her priestesses who were trained midwives wore amulets that bore her image. It is theorized that the reason why the Egyptians saw frogs as being a symbol for childbirth and creation was because during certain times of the year thousands of frogs would surface from the Nile River. Thus creating the belief that this was an omen of fruitfulness. In the Greco-Roman tradition the frog was a symbol of Aphrodite and Venus, along with fertility the frog came to represent harmony between lovers.

The frog is seen in creation myths to Hindus. In the Rig Veda the Great Frog supports the universe and is representative of the matter from which all is created. In Vedic traditions frogs are seen as deities that chant by croaking for rain in a time of drought.

The frog held important roles in western mythology as well. In early Christian myth the frog symbolized resurrection and a higher stage of spiritual awakening. As well European folklore states that it is good luck to have a frog show up in your home and if heard outdoors it signified coming rain.

As much as the frog has been a symbol for life and birth it has also been a symbol for death. Another European myth held that it was bad luck to kill a frog for they housed the souls of dead children. In the ancient Zoroastrian religion of the Middle East the frog was associated with the deity or anti-creator Ahriman (who is the most evil of all beings). It wasn’t until Europe’s Mid-evil times that the frog was given such an unfavorable rap in the common culture. It was during this period that the frog went from a sacred symbol of creation and death to being seen as evil. The frog along with a handful of other animals was seen as being a witch’s familiar also known as devoted magical animal thus attaching the negative stigma that they have on them today.

http://folktalesmyths.suite101.com/article.cfm/frogs

“Another European myth held that it was bad luck to kill a frog for they housed the souls of dead children”.

That might explain why the waitress was so freaked about me wanting to sweep the crumbs away.

Okay, so far on this ship we’ve got frogs, hippos and giraffes. I guess on to the snakes.

Purpleaura ~ April 24, 2008

Before I went to sleep I asked CC to help us find out what this is leading to and if they can show us something physical in our hands so we can see what’s going to happen.

Last night I was buzzing, something has definitely been watching and to top it off I woke up this morning dreaming about snakes. Hopefully that doesn’t mean I’m going to see a real live one in the future around me home.

The first snake was black, it was raised up with its fangs showing. The second was a thin smaller snake, brown with black markings. I was thinking in the dream I don’t much care for snakes so why am I dreaming of them?

I for one found that a very interesting dream for a couple of reasons. Just the night before I was again pondering what it was Maria told me of what really happened in the Garden of Eden and the whole snake thing. The other reason is when I searched our emails for “Alice” while writing the last blog I came across this email from what seems like an eternity ago. I didn’t include it in that blog for reasons unknown, maybe I knew it would come up again. Which it did when I searched for snakes.

Purpleaura ~ January 27, 2005

Did you have a bad night last night? The only reason I ask is because about 11:50pm, just as I was nodding off to sleep I felt something come into the bedroom. I heard what sounded like footsteps coming from the en-suite bathroom and I felt a dark energy had been sent by someone. My shields came up and the big red flag was flying at the back of my neck. Somebody sent something, it looked like a person dressed totally in black and I felt P Sadie was the culprit.

It jumped and they showed me black worms that someone attached to you around the nape of the neck, attached to your hair. I held up a mirror to check P Sadie’s energy and saw black worms stuck to her wriggling around then I saw her looking like Medusa with live snakes in her hair also moving all around. Don’t ask me why the mirror had to be used but it was weird. It was a hand-held mirror but when I held it up I didn’t see myself because I asked to be shown the truth.

Purpleaura applied her special brand of healing to both our families and exterminated the worms. As it turns out that was a weird night. At precisely the same time Purpleaura had her vision I lost about half an hour or the clock on my computer was going forward and backward at will. This was my first reply to her regarding her vision:

Alice saw everything through the looking glass.

That was the only occurrence of Alice in our vast library of correspondence.

Another incident that popped into my head was TabithaToo’s close call with a deadly variety of the slithering creatures, the pygmy rattler. Apparently they’re rarely seen unless you happen to be in Purpleaura’s back yard. This encounter came after the black widow spider escapade but before the rabid fox adventure. Not until I found this email again earlier this week did I recall the reference to Pandora’s Box which totally weirded me out considering the theme of the Alice blog.

September 12, 2006

I read your email then went and mediated on it. I heard "Indian Burial Ground" and “Pandora's Box". Your presence has caused a lot of stuff to awaken. There's a ton of lost souls around there and the natives are coming in the form of animals. I'm not sure if they're trying to scare you away or testing your resolve. I asked why you hadn't seen any spirits yet and they said because they know spirits don't scare you. A lethal snake bite to TabithaToo however would scare the fuck out of you.

The other situation that came to mind was TabithaToo’s snake/black rope dream:

Purpleaura ~ June 17, 2006

The last 2 days I’ve been feeling very odd and very dizzy. All day yesterday were weird little happenings, I looked at the clock and it was 3:33 then looked again and it was 4:44. I was woken up by TabithaToo (3 years old at the time) at 12:50am who proceeded to point at the moon and go on about snakes being outside. Where she got this I have no idea. Then she starts talking about the bad angels outside who are black. Then she mentions an angel named Michael who likes cookies as much as she does, then talks about black angels and black rope.

I asked her if she had any angels in her room and she said no but there were two downstairs and there were angels in my bed. She said she knew an angel called Jio/Geio/Jeio? and said there were angels in her bedroom now. Then she said “Mommy I put something around your mouth so nothing bad gets in and makes you sick”. She mentioned the black rope again and said it would save my arm, leg, etc. I thanked her and asked who told her all this and she said Angel Michael.

The next day, April 25th, I received an email from my joke-mail acquaintance, (the same one who sent the holographic computer email), regarding a woman’s complaint to technical support. She insisted her computer had hissed at her and of course the technicians thought they had another “I spilled coffee in my cup holder and now my computer doesn’t work” complaint. No, she had a two-foot snake residing in her CPU.

And the final chapter in the saga of the snake was this post on GLP on April 26th:

Yikes!!!!

I just unexpectedly stepped on a snake in my kitchen

It was dark in the breezeway between my living and kitchen. So I couldn't see. I went in to get a drink in the kitchen and was reaching for the light when I suddenly feel something moving under my feet. I turned on the light and there it was just lying there. Of course I had the biggest heart attack I have ever had. I quickly got the kids outta the house. It looked half dead must be why it didn't bite me. Don't know how it got there but it's outside now. I took it out with the broom. It's a black snake with white around it's mouth. seems to have a pointed head. Man what a fright!!!!

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message541256/pg1

You thought I was kidding when I said Purpleaura was the keeper of Noah’s Ark?
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Miss Scarlet ~ April 26th, 2008

I was dreaming last night about Raggedy Ann. All I remember was hovering again, I’m not sure if I was Raggedy Ann or was watching somebody else but I felt it was a watching and doing-at-the-same-time situation. I saw a building that was very old but well kept, either a government building or a school. It had a bunch of stairs out front, a lot like the US supreme court but not quite as grand, and there was an archway around the door with some words or a word carved into it. The building, archway and stairs were made of a light coloured and smooth stone, like sandstone or limestone. There was a road or driveway in front of the building which was empty and then a park with a whole bunch of people, like a rally or celebration.

Raggedy Ann went into the building and I know she was sabotaging something but what I haven’t a clue. When she came out I was watching and directing her (with thoughts) to run into the crowd and strip off her costume while she was running. She would come out the other side of the crowd looking like a regular person, nobody would be the wiser. It seemed like this was a well planned mission and everything had to go just right, the timing and execution were critical.

Purpleaura heard from her mother-in-law Ann that morning but not regarding any covert operations. She did find these articles though:

Your Raggedy Ann dream was interesting considering the author’s (Johnny Gruelle) 13-year-old daughter apparently died from a small pox vaccination given to her at school without her parent’s authorisation. They ended up joining a movement against vaccinations

Marcella died at age 13 after being vaccinated at school for smallpox without her parents' consent. Authorities blamed a heart defect, but her parents blamed the vaccination. Gruelle became an opponent of vaccination, and the Raggedy Ann doll was used as a symbol by the anti-vaccination movement.

Raggedy Ann is sometimes used by national sororities as a mascot: the current incarnation of Delta Gamma's official mascot, the Hannah Doll, is a Raggedy Ann doll, and Ann also is one of the unofficial mascots of the Alpha Sigma Alpha sorority.

Different media around the world also have paid tribute to the doll characters. The Japanese video game company Hudson Entertainment created a character based on Raggedy Ann in their Xbox Live Bomberman game called Rageddy Bomb.

In an episode of South Park, Raggedy Ann is seen trying to revive a dead Andy who has been killed by a terrorist explosion.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raggedy_Ann

Still not sure what that was all about.
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Purpleaura ~ April 27th, 2008

Boy I woke up with a headache after having the weirdest dream. I saw men and women travelling up in a metal cage lift to the surface of the earth. They lived like miners only in reverse, they weren’t going down to collect the coal but were coming from inside the earth to fix something on the surface.

The interesting part is it seemed something happened on the surface of the planet, there was so much heat and fire that everything living had died and anything/anyone going to surface couldn’t survive for long. After this event the humans migrated deep into the center of the earth where it was cooler. They appeared to be doing maintenance work fixing a metal fixture on the surface. I heard one of the men say "they fixed it before schedule”. For some reason 3 came up, I think the fixture was repaired 3 days before schedule. They headed back down in the metal cage quite happy with themselves to have finished ahead of time.

I was watching them as they walked out of this cage which was a mixture of metal and a tough glass barrier to keep something/someone out. During this time I was aware that they were petrified of something. As they’re walking I start to hear the most god-awful screaming noises and I looked back to see creatures that were sort of human but also animals. The miners managed to pull down the barrier but they could see and hear these people (creatures) banging on the barrier and screaming wanting blood and murder.

Suddenly the creatures were in front, there was one who came forward and declared to his people they would destroy the miners. There were two species living underground, the miners who looked human and the killer creatures. The creature said something about the woman then licked my face (that was frigging freaky). The creature then told me all the men would be slaughtered and the women would be taken somewhere I don’t remember.

I turned around and could see through the barriers that a human in what appeared to be a truck had surrounded the animals. This wasn’t a standoff but the creatures didn’t care or have any emotions about one of their own dying. They wanted blood.

As I was writing this I was reminded of an old movie and then it hit me, the Morlocks in the Time Machine.

Morlocks are a fictional species created by H. G. Wells for his 1895 novel, The Time Machine. They dwell underground in the English countryside of A.D. 802,701 in a troglodyte civilization, maintaining ancient machines that they may or may not remember how to build. Their only access to the surface world is through a series of well structures that dot the countryside of future England.

Morlocks are humanoid creatures, said to have descended from humans, but by the 8,028th century have evolved into a completely different species, said to be better suited to their subterranean habitat. They are described as "almost antlike", because they slink about silently during the night to catch their prey.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morlocks
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Not quite sure what to think of that one either. Like I said, it’s been a wild week without much time for contemplation.

The other thing we were talking about that day was the bright light we've both been seeing. In March I had the following two dreams exactly a week apart:

March 15th, 2008

I was in an apartment I think and quite a run-down place, it reminded me of a New York tenement you'd see in the movies. For some reason I had to get through this door but it was locked so I just lifted it off its hinges and went right through. I didn't have to pull hard or anything, it seemed to me this was a secret way through and I knew about it ahead of time. I can't remember if the door was bright yellow or there was a bright yellow light on the other side, but something was glowing to beat the band. I heard somebody coming and although I couldn't see who, I knew it was a small woman and I knew I couldn't let anybody else know the secret of getting the door open. I quickly put it back and worried about making noise or not being able to get the hinges together but there was no problem at all, it just slid back into place like it knew what it was doing. I was making sure the pretend-lock was in place when the dream ended.

One week later…

In this dream I had just finished plastering over a door (don't know if it was the same secret door from last week) and was standing back looking at the finishing job thinking it was going to take a lot of sanding to hide the fact there was ever a door there. I think somebody painted over it and I was a little annoyed that it would make sanding even more difficult and worried about all the dust the drywall was going to create. That was all.

Purpleaura began having a recurring dream in late April of seeing a bright light pointing up to space from the earth, so when we came across this it was a bit unnerving:

…pink and Gold are the colors of the gateway through which Venus and Artola pass to "change", brighter than the Sun.

In another journey a few years later, I went to a huge underground city... a place my guides called the City of Light... They said it was hidden for now, but that this glorious and shining place was "our real home" that has been "taken away for a while"... It would come back after a very special moment wherein a human couple floated through some kind of underground channel, at the end of which stood a glowing gateway surrounded by shimmering and glittering pink and gold glowing lights.. They called it the Plutonium Gateway...

As the couple passed through it, their bodies were transformed and began to glow, like the sun rested inside them... On the other side of the Gateway stood the tribal heads of the beings of darkness, holding in their hands the Keys of Life, which they returned to the hand of this enlightened couple... As the couple received the Keys, a huge eruption of White Light went up through the roof of the cavern, made like an almost nuclear explosion up on the surface level, which sent a streak of Light outward in all directions at tremendous speed, which in turn transformed Everything...

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message539619/pg4
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Back to the animals…

Purpleaura ~ April 29, 2008

It seems that I’m on my bike with TabithaToo cycling down a major road. There was a roadblock ahead and people were being stopped. I approached the road block and got talking to a woman who told me they’re stopping everyone to ensure they know how to make a left-hand turn signal. She said a little boy had ridden into the lake which had an alligator/crocodile in it which was very dangerous, the woman had to go into the water to save him. As she said that I saw an image of her in a car, covered in weeds and soaking wet but she managed to get the boy safely out of the lake. During this time they had erected a barricade made of corrugated metal.

The woman asked me to do a left-hand turn signal and I’m thinking to myself I know how to do a turn signal and they think I’m dumb so I start to flap my arms up and down like a bird for no other reason than to mess around with them. Suddenly I’m watching as I’m cycling away and I hear laughter coming from all the other people behind me as well as the people manning the road block. Part of the reason was TabithaToo’s tricycle was attached to my bike and she was behind me pedalling away. They had never seen a trike attached to a bike with the child cycling, all the other kids were strapped to a seat on the bike. So we’re cycling along and suddenly come upon a building. I don’t recall much about it but it’s not one I’ve ever been to before. There were no sign posts but we saw a white door down a corridor so we went in. Right away there’s another white inner door so I open that too and I’m face-to-face with an alligator. I looked at it and thought “Nope, this isn’t the right room” so I exited again but left the door open because the alligator was in the way and I wasn’t about to try and close it.

I closed the outer door but it opened by itself so I closed it again but it kept opening by itself. Now I’m being nosy and the alligator is standing in the corridor, it doesn’t cross the line but just stands there. Danger doesn’t seem to be a factor, I’m more interested in what’s going on in the room. I started talking to the alligator and noticed it had a metal collar around its neck, much like dog tag. Part of me wanted to check out the room the alligator was in but I was also messing about trying to get out whilst avoiding it. During that kerfuffle the alligator got out of the room, I looked over at TabithaToo and she’s on the floor playing with a deck of cards and has them spread all over the floor.

It’s at this stage a woman comes in the room and asks if I need any help. I told her the alligator / crocodile was somewhere in the building and thought if she sees this mess with TabithaToo and her toys and playing cards she’s going to think we let the animal out intentionally. I felt like a child whose been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. While that woman went off to fetch another woman I see the alligator again and hook a broom handle around its collar to try and coax it back into the room but all I managed to do was remove the collar.

The other lady turned up, the keeper of the crocodile, and that’s when I noticed it was not what it appeared and was in fact a big old black and white dog (like a guard dog). She promptly told the dog to get back into the room. Suddenly we were all sitting on a couch talking and the owner of the alligator/crocodile/dog stated how she worried about how a man would react if the animal got out of the room. I wasn’t scared of the docrocigator in the least, I was more concerned with what was going on in that room. TabithaToo was having a whale of a time playing with her cards on the floor and I was having a whale of a time being nosy and trying to find out why this building seemed important and why was there an alligator in one of the rooms.

What I found interesting is all the people in the dream were women, a boy was mentioned but I never saw him.

The next morning TabithaToo was talking about dreaming of a dog and insisted Max the Wonder Dog had slept in her room even though he in fact spent the night in her brother’s room.

This is a little of what we found out about crocodiles/alligators:

To see an alligator in your dream…may represent your ability to move between the material world of waking life and the emotional, repressed world of the unconscious. Alternatively, the alligator represents healing powers and qualities.

According to biblical interpretations, an alligator suggests that leviathan is king over the children of pride.

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamthemes/animals.htm

The ancient Egyptians were well aware of the power of crocodile and how that power could be used for constructive purposes. They projected that power onto images of some of their gods. For example, the god Sobek was depicted as a crocodile. Sobek was a fertility god and also a god of creativity. Sometimes even Sekhmet, an Egyptian warrior goddess was sometimes depicted with a crocodile's head. This was an illustration of her power and ability to defend the sun god Ra by crushing his foes in order to defend his kingdom. In waking life, alligators and crocodiles are in fact, fierce, loving, protective mothers. Sekhmet embodies this trait.

http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art31540.asp

What freaked me out the most regarding this dream was learning later that day that Albert Hofmann had recently died at the age of 102. He was known as the Father of LSD and came up during a conversation a couple of years ago when he turned 100. Purpleaura and I were discussing her Derek Hoffman dream and the child he fathered which came from a good woman and an evil man. We later surmised Derek Hoffman was Tom Cruise and the baby was Suri, born April 19th. Imagine my surprise when I looked up the article concerning Albert Hofmann’s death and saw this:

Albert Hofmann, who died on Tuesday aged 102, synthesised lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) in 1938 and became the first person in the world to experience a full-blown "acid trip" – that was on April 19 1943, which became known among aficionados as "Bicycle Day" as it was while cycling home from his laboratory that he experienced the most intense symptoms.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/obituaries/1912485/Albert-Hofmann,-LSD-inventor,-dies.html

Miss Scarlet ~ April 29th, 2008

Some parts of this dream are missing but it began with Purpleaura and I either in space watching the earth or looking at a globe. A square of white light would show up somewhere on the planet and we knew that was a trouble spot so we would zoom to the location and either fix or prevent whatever was going on. There were several different scenarios but I only remember one where some people were doing something they shouldn't have been so we saturated the ground all around them to prevent them from doing whatever it was. We didn't flood the area, you couldn't see the water, but we knew the ground was completely soaked. I think they were doing something with electricity and the water stopped them from doing it.

Purpleaura must have gone on to other work because next BWB and I are in a building I’ve never been in, it had really high ceilings and all the walls were rounded, no corners anywhere. It was a huge building and had dividers all over the place also rounded in an arc shape. The whole place was made of marble or some kind of shiny stone…floors, walls, dividers, everything. There were some beings there, not sure if they were human or creatures but definitely the enemy. I get the feeling there were 3 of them. BWB took a sword to them and literally chopped them up into little pieces, there was blood and parts everywhere, it was disgusting.

We were taken into custody, by who I don't know, but managed to escape, running as fast as we could trying to get away and hiding in some thick bushes. It wasn't really a forest because there were clearings all over the place and I don't think any trees, just these bushes. It reminded me a lot of Cape Cod, I think the ocean was nearby.

We knew we were surrounded and all of a sudden I see two guys who looked military, navy specifically, wearing white shirts with medium blue applets and the same colour blue pants. One of the guys was crouched down on one knee aiming a gun at us and the other was standing aiming a gun at us and one of them said something to the effect of "stop or we'll shoot". I said to BWB we might as well surrender or we're dead. We were taken into custody again but again we escaped. I think I remember being caught 3 times and escaping 3 times. We found a car hidden in the bushes, black with a tan roof, I think it was an El Camino, and were relieved we could drive and didn't have to run anymore. We knew we had finally eluded whoever was after us and were deciding where to go. I said to BWB "you know we'll be watching our backs the rest of our lives now" and then I woke up feeling like I had no sleep at all last night.
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Purpleaura ~ April 30, 2008

I dreamt this morning I was a waitress at a restaurant serving 2 males. The first male finished and I took his bill to the table. There was another male sitting on the opposite side that I knew was a reporter. He seemed very serious and had a political feel to him. I had already given him his bill but he ordered something else so I gave him another bill for the food he just ate and said “It’s probably easier if I charge everything on one bill and get you to sign it”.

By this time there’s only me and this reporter, can’t see anyone else in dream, and I was at the till putting everything on one bill. It jumps and as I’m closing down the restaurant I’m talking to the reporter. We both end up outside the restaurant and for some reason we started walking even though my car was parked out front.

It was a long walk and we talked all the way then suddenly we’re riding an animal, almost like a big dog. We passed a garden and there are small red sheep or goats and they were nasty little buggers. They would head butt you like a goat and they kept trying to get at us but I had no problem keeping them at bay just by using my hand to stop them.

At this stage I see a child (the reporter was still with me) and tell him to move along because these sheep could do a lot of serious damage and then I woke up wondering if the reporter was on to a big story.
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Miss Scarlet ~ May 1, 2008

And yet another weird dream. I was in a tall building but it didn't look finished, there were steel girders and the shell of a building but no windows or walls or anything else. I saw a woman dressed in what looked like a track suit, the same colour of blue as the shirts the pregnant twins wore and the shirt the woman with the baby in Gord's back yard. She was bent over, face-down over some sort of contraption that looked like a piece of gym equipment. It seems there were a lot of metal tubes around. Her butt was high in the air and her head was practically near the ground she was so bent over. Standing behind her was a black man who reminded me of the comedian JJ Walker and I knew he was intending to rape her. She was also wearing one of those neck warmers or neck tubes which was black and he took that and pulled it up over her face. I wondered if he was going screw her in the butt, not because of anything kinky but because I knew it would really hurt her and this situation was bad enough as it was so I hoped he didn't. Her pants had snaps on the inside so he unsnapped them and was just about to give her oral sex "to get her primed" (so I heard) when I don't know what happened but something scared the living crap out of him and he stopped doing what he was doing and backed right off. I heard "She will be consecrated today" and then woke up on the verge of spontaneous combustion. I knew it was 4-something because that seems to have become a popular waking time but I don't always look at the clock right away because I have to sit up to do that and I'm usually too sleepy and lazy, but something told me to look right away and it was 4:32. I don't think JJ Walker was really him, I think I was seeing the black side of another Walker.

While researching Purpleaura’s 59432 dream she came across this:

432 is also a fundamental part of a Gematrian numbering system, that seems to be based on adding the number 36. Two of the resulting numbers are 1656 and 25920. Others are 144 or 144,000, and 1260, which also appear in Revelation. Each number had a meaning. 432, for example, means, “Consecration”.

http://www.halexandria.org/dward092.htm

so to hear that and wake up at exactly 4:32 was just a bit freaky. Especially on Beltaine.
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Okay that about covers the dreams this week that appear to be related in some way. An honourable mention goes out to the dream of April 24th where I saw the word Glendale on a map moving around all over the place. Earthquake was my first guess.

On another note I woke up after the Raggedy Ann dream with a song playing but could not for the life of me remember what it was. Later in the day Purpleaura sent an email about underground bases and tunnels, this was part of that article:

San Gabriel (mountains) On Western side of Mojave Desert - Function unknown

Notes: Heavy vibrations coming from under the forest floor which sounds like geared machinery. These vibrations and sounds are the same as heard in Kokomo, Indiana and are suspected underground building/tunneling operations.

http://www.anomalies-unlimited.com/Bases.html

The song was Kokomo by the Beach Boys.

So what to make of all this. First thoughts are a continuation of the last two blogs and the possible resurrection or awakening of that kick ass broad. And what exactly are they attempting to accomplish during the Blood Sacrifice to the Beast or Beltaine? The rape dream leads me to believe they incarnate this woman and attempt to impregnate her. Maybe that‘s their idea of the second coming…no pun intended. We’re hoping that a legion of forces was on hand to stick a wrench into those twisted festivals.

There were lots of threes in these dreams which could represent the trinity. TabithaToo’s tricycle, BWB and I escaping 3 times and the fixture being repaired 3 days ahead of schedule, just to name a few.

The animal inventory includes a giraffe, hippo, alligator/crocodile, dogs, frogs, snakes, goats and sheep. Pretty much everything but a unicorn. Lots can be read into that besides the hippo, giraffe and frog stuff already mentioned. Goats have been known to represent evil with the many representations of satan featuring horns, a goatee and cloven hooves. Sheep are followers and who’s not yet familiar with the term sheeple. We could get into the whole reptilian thing but that would add another 20 pages so I’ll leave it on the back burner for now.

Egypt was coming a lot as well. I was researching half animals because of the different creatures Purpleaura saw that were one thing then another. That led to a little research into Sirius (the dog star) where this article came up:

Isis, the Great Mother, embodied in the star Sirius, brought a spiraling, resonant harmony to the Earth, a pattern of Great Force in the atmospheric aether, that not only set time, but sought to shape matter as well, manifesting a natural, aesthetic form called the Golden Ratio, or "Divine Proportion" in all her creations.

I am the one who rises in Sirius,
I am the one called Goddess by women,
I separated the Earth from the Heavens,
I showed the path of the stars.

The throne was her symbol. It represented the foundational pattern on which Kingship and Civilization were structured. The symbol for Sirius was the pyramid. This symbol also represented the divine, harmonizing power of Sirius/Isis as the source of imitation on Earth - a necessary mystical process that each ruler must complete.

http://www.siriusrising.com/myth.htm

Both Purpleaura and I are certain we were in the same building the night BWB slaughtered the evil creatures and she encountered the guard docrocigator. I felt upon waking that I had been in the Louvre but having never been there couldn’t say for certain. However that brought up thoughts of the Da Vinci Code and the Holy Grail and a whole slew of subjects on that train of thought.

Purpleaura sent the following article May 1st which summed things up nicely, especially since many of our thoughts and speculation regarding these dreams were referenced in some way.

NOTES ON THE FESTIVAL OF BELTANE – OR MAY DAY

“Beul Teine” - the “mouth of the Fire” or “Bel Teine” – the “fire of Bel”. Bel, or Beli, is the Cosmic Father god of Druidism.

In Gaelic myth, many significant “historical” events take place at Beltane –

It is the Time when the Tuatha De Dannan (The Gods of higher consciousness, approximate to the Jewish Angels) first came to Ireland from their realm in The Otherworld. Here, cosmologically, Ireland represents this world. Before the coming of the Tuatha, it is said the world was reigned over by The Fomhoire (under-sea phantoms) – the forces of darkness and chaos.

It is also the time when, much later, the first Gael set foot on Ireland (symbolising the first human being - or the human level of consciousness - arriving on Earth)

Ireland came up a few times this week. One instance was the phone call Purpleaura received from Ann concerning an uncle named Kevin. Just the day before I had been going through my online photos while at work looking for one picture when the file called Uncle Kevin caught my eye. I couldn’t remember what picture it was but one click showed it was the photo taken at Purpleaura’s house of a mysterious man in the TV watching over TabithaToo while she played with her dollhouse. I called the man Uncle Kevin thinking it was the brother Purpleaura never knew, the one her mother miscarried before she was born who was to be named Kevin. That was the Lorraine Revisited blog where I spoke of TabithaToo’s encounters with her aunt. The one where she told Purpleaura not to worry, Uncle Kevin from Ireland was a doctor and Aunt Lorraine was all better now.

In pre-Christian times, Beltane was also the celebration of the union between the God and the Goddess on two levels:

EARTHLY

The dark half of the year (Samhain to Beltane) is over. Even today in parts of the Celtic countries, many old Beltane traditions are kept, such as the putting out of cattle from their byres or low pasture to the high pastures on the 1st of May. The Land grows fertile and fat as the Sun warms Her. Everywhere we begin to experience the abundance of Her first fruits. The Dagda, a horned God of skill and abundance mates at Beltane with Bofhind, Goddess of wisdom and fertility. The twins that are born of their union are Oenghus and Brighid. Deities who bear a significant archetypal resemblance to the Gnostic Christ and Sophia.

When I read about the couch in Purpleaura’s dream I was reminded of a couch dream I had a few years ago. Somebody on a forum suggested it may represent Sophia (sofa) so I had all that going through my head again this week along with the twins from the Pregnant Twins dream because of the rape dream.

OTHERWORLDLY

Beltane is one of the times in the Celtic Calendar when the veil between the worlds is said to be particularly thin. There is much interchange between the worlds at this time. In this respect, the union that occurs is between the Sidhe (the children of the Goddess) and Humanity (the children of the God).

Well I can verify that neither of us has ever had this volume of dreams in one week let alone with this intensity and recurring themes. I’d say the veil was thin.

With later development, as Druidism gradually evolves into the Ceile De tradition, we see a new level of Beltane added to the existing mythos

HEAVENLY

The transcendent, invisible aspect of Divinity (symbolised by the God) unites with the immanent, visible manifestation (symbolised by the Goddess). The offspring of this union is the Divine Child, or Christ, prefigured by Oenghus, who will be born in the darkest time of the year – mid-winter solstice.

This union between the transcendent and immanent must also have its reconciliation in our own fractured consciousness. This too is offered at Beltane - by the Divine Child - and fulfils its mythic promise in real time - with the addition of a new Beltane event... Easter.

EASTER/ASCENSION/PENTECOST

The early Celtic Christians celebrated Easter by a different reckoning than the Roman church and a very similar one to the Eastern Orthodox tradition. This meant that the Celtic Easter event usually took place much later than the current (Roman) reckoning – closer, in fact, to Beltane. Certainly the whole collective meaning of Easter, Ascension and Pentecost can be seen as ever intensifying levels of the same Beltane mystery.

THE BELTANE MYSTERY

In Druid ritual, Beltane was a time of purification and sacrifice. The High King, a representative of both his people and of the God, was wedded to the Land – but was also sacrificed – or at least his “Dark Twin” was. The Dark Twin symbolises the shadow half of the perfection that was the High King. This death was on behalf of his people. It was believed that, with this sacrificial act, the Dark Twin would take with him all the ill fortune of his clan, leaving them with a clean slate for the next year. The figure of the Dark Twin is remembered in Mayday folklore as the “fool for the day” or the “scapegoat”.

Again with the goats.

The sacrifice was preceded by the victim being offered a drink from an intoxicating cup, called the cup of Madbh, offered by a representative of the Goddess. It was a ritual three-fold killing – a killing of not only body and mind, but also of connection to Spirit. Usually, after normal death, it was believed that the now discarnate soul would enter into the realms of the Otherworld (psyche) until it was time to be reborn back into the clan. The three-fold death ensured that the sacrifice would never be reincarnated. His transformed consciousness would however be released into the Earth, where, it was believed, he would be instantly deified. Thus the victim, who carried away with him the misfortunes of his people, would take those dark forces away forever. In Wales, even today, there continues the tradition of the “sin-eater”, an outcast on the edge of society who is believed to have the ability to ingest the bad luck or illness of his clients and take it into himself.

THE KING OF KINGS

In the Christ story it becomes difficult to disregard the many identical motifs.

On Golgotha, Christ the Son of God and the Son of Man (Humanity...Earth) is offered wine drugged with Myrrh, which he refuses. He is effectively killed three times (beaten, crucified and stabbed by a spear). He dies so that he can take away the sins (the product of the false self) of the world, thus reuniting the consciousness of the people with their Father (transcendent God) and initiating the gradual creation of the new Kingdom here on Earth - called the Pleroma - the earthly world changed forever by the ongoing infusion - through our Christedness - of the Divine light into its every atom.

More 3’s and how can I not think of CERN when atoms are mentioned?

The Ceile De tradition says that we are all potential Christs. The part we play in the unfolding of creation is to realise the union, in perfect balance, of Heaven and Earth within our own consciousness. To achieve this we must have our “mid- winter rebirth” - our metanoia, or turning of the heart - we must realise in our deepest darkness that we have a light inside us that will grow in stature if we forsake the forces of atrophy. We must walk relentlessly through the market place of every day existence toward the inevitable sacrifice of all that is false in us. We must be willing then to sacrifice all – even our attachment to our ideas of the spiritual – to be reborn into a new form that our minds cannot conceive – but our hearts have always known.

© Fionntulach 2005

May Poles & Mammaries

2008-04-19T03:07:00.005-06:00

This blog is brought to you by the month of April and the numbers 16 and 19.

We’re not sure what’s going on exactly but we’re pretty sure it’s something. All I can do is state the facts and hope for some clarity to emerge during the process. Or perhaps somebody else can figure it all out and clue us in. We’re almost certain it has to do with the birth, emergence, awakening or resurrection of one kick-ass broad.

~April 19, 2005 - Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger is elected Pope Benedict XVI on the second day of the Papal conclave.

~Pope Benedict the 16th arrives in the U.S. April 15th, 2008, one day prior to the anniversary of the Virginia Tech massacre. Which happens to fall on his birthday. It’s also the birthday of my ex so I can say with relative certainty, evilness abounds on this day. I can find no evidence of Benedict acknowledging the anniversary.

For my southern neighbours, April 15th should be henceforth known as Feast of the People honouring patron saint Iniquity the first.

~The first papal-presidential confluence occurred in 1919 between Benedict the 15th and Woodrow Wilson.

~Benedict XVI returns home to Rome on April 20th, Hitler’s birthday

~Benedict XVI was a member of Hitler Youth:

At the age of 14, he joined the Hitler Youth, as was required of young Germans of the time, but was not an enthusiastic member.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4445279.stm

I’m fairly certain there is no other variety of recruit. If Colonel Klink demands enthusiasm then you damn well better get the pom-poms out.
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Last week, April 13th I had the following dreams:

I was at the office talking to a colleague and told him my dad was not a mason but the man who was my primary male influence as a child was a mason. (Gord was the father of my best friend from age 4 to 18). Apparently I couldn’t work for this company without a masonic connection so the colleague was going to check it out.

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All of a sudden I was at Gord’s house, hovering in the air, and see a bunch of people in full Scottish gear (complete with bagpipes), milling around the back yard very near the back door. I gathered they were a pipe band preparing for a parade or funeral, (I’m not sure why but there was a feeling of darkness in the air). I think I was having an out of body experience because I saw myself wandering around too but my bagpipes were really small. We all wore black jackets with kilts in a dark blue and green tartan with a single thread of either yellow or white. The bagpipes were the same plaid without the yellow/white.

We then began to slowly fall into formation for the event and I was now inside my body seeing everything from ground level. Apparently I was to carry the flag and lead the parade instead of playing. I recall holding onto the pole and placing it in a flag-carrying belt and then looking up and seeing the flag. Without even a slight breeze it was difficult to make out any distinct pattern. If I had to guess I would say it resembled the union jack.

Out of nowhere appeared another colleague wearing a khaki coloured shirt, much like a military uniform but without any insignias or ornamentation. He said something to me but I don’t recall what, the band started playing Amazing Grace and I woke up.

I got out of bed, had a smoke, made some coffee, went back to bed, fell asleep immediately and went right back to Gord’s house. In waking life his back yard was like no other in the whole neighbourhood. It had an upper and lower level, much like a sunken living room, with a sloped upper berm about 2 or 3 feet high surrounding the perimeter. In the dream I saw a woman in a bright blue shirt sitting at the bottom of the hill near the walnut tree holding a baby. She looked towards me and flashed a big bright smile and I woke up again. The woman appears to be in her 30’s and has dark curly hair (super curly). The baby was very young.

This is as far as I got last night before supper and a little TV, part of the movie Juno and finally sleep. The first show was Seinfeld, the episode where Jerry and Elaine have a confrontation in a bakery with a woman named Barbara Benedict. After that was Frasier, this is an excerpt from the transcript of the show:

Frasier: Roz, we've got a problem! In scoring this, I had to eliminate the guitar part.

Roz: Well, put it back.

Frasier: Well, I can't. I'm afraid another instrument might make things sound cluttered... unless, of course, Leon can play the bagpipe.

Roz: The bagpipe?

Frasier: Yes! Our show deals with a whole range of human emotion from euphoria to despair, and nothing says despair so quickly as the skirl of a bagpipe.

Besides that, there’s been a bunch of other really wacky stuff to come out of this one but first some relevant details. Gordon is the man’s real name, he is a mason and as Scottish as they come. His daughter, my friend, played the pipes and was in a band (last I heard she still is). Because my family didn’t have a lot of money, Gord always tried to include me in whatever my friend had on the go. At one time he tried to convince the band to let me carry the flag in a parade but they said no go. So that portion was partly memory although I suspect it means something more or it wouldn’t have resurfaced after 35+ years. I haven’t spoken to these people in well over 25 years and it’s not like I have the bagpipes on my mind a whole lot. I don’t recall being overly traumatized by not being able to carry the flag in the parade.

The woman has appeared in many other dreams. I have no idea who she is but she scares the crap out of me. What was different in this dream were her teeth, normally she has very small and crooked teeth. I’m a little suspicious of people with the big shiny smiles so I’m really not sure what to make of that. In another dream I saw Jesus with the same smile and it creeped me out just as much.

Now the crazy stuff. I’ve worked with the khaki-shirted colleague for 3 years and not once have I seen him in a shirt even remotely resembling the one he wore in the dream. So Monday I’m at work standing at the copier and the VP comes out of his office, wearing precisely the same shirt from the dream, and stands to my right. Seconds later the manager comes around the corner wearing a shirt exactly the same colour and stands to my left. Okay, I’m a little weirded out but soon to be thoroughly weirded out. I started laughing and said “So what’s the deal, you guys call each other last night or something?” The VP replies “No, we have a Hitler Youth meeting later today”.

This guy is as British as they come so while he has a wicked sense of humour you don’t get to see it much at work. Work is work, no time for fooling around. On the odd occasion I do get the pleasure, I’m almost always thrown off guard. But that doesn’t quite describe how I reacted to that particular comment.

Shortly after that I went for a smoke with my little buddy. She’s a young woman of 18 (soon to be 19) but very wise beyond her years. She’s definitely been around a time or few. The usual Monday morning chit-chat consists primarily of what you did that weekend and her friends threw her a birthday party. I was a little pissed at myself for having forgotten her big day was this month but she assured me I hadn’t. The party had to be last weekend due to other commitments, her birthday wasn’t until the 20th. I said “Oh crap, you have to share a birthday with Hitler?” She jokingly hung her head in shame and quietly responded “Yeah”. Not jokingly because we think the man is humorous. Jokingly because she’s heard this her entire life and will continue to hear it, so she pretends to take the blame for something she had zero control over. Anyway I told her not to feel bad, I share mine with Hitlery.

So all that was definitely cause for a big heads-up, but holy crap this next thing really threw me for a loop. About 20 minutes ago I thought I’d try to find the tartan I saw and searched Google images. I vaguely recall the plaid belonging to Gord’s family and I know this was not it. Theirs was mostly red. This was the weave of the kilt in the dream along with a short blurb of its history:

When the First Battalion of the Calgary Regiment was renamed to become The Calgary Highlanders, Government Tartan was chosen; the later alliance with the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders of the British Army cemented this tartan into regimental dress regulations as it was also the tartan which they wore.

The Government Tartan is also popularly known as "Black Watch Tartan."

http://www.calgaryhighlanders.com/tartans.htm

And the bagpipes:

When the Calgary Regiment was formed in 1921 during the postwar reorganization of the Canadian Militia, a pipe band was also formed. They adopted the Gordon Tartan as worn by the Gordon Highlanders. Many musicians in this band had belonged to The Calgary Scottish, a civilian pipe band formed in 1913 about which little is known.

http://www.calgaryhighlanders.com/tartans.htm

I should add I knew Gord and his family in Ontario where they still reside. They have no connection to Calgary that I’m aware of.
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Until last night when I re-read Purpleaura’s “Off with Their Heads” dream, also relating to Virginia Tech, I had totally forgotten the reference to 19 in that dream. To recap:

April 18, 2007

I was in a field with other women and they were planting seeds, I am told to get off the field as they were going to grow pretty quick. I climb on what appears to be a concrete base looking over the field. As I am watching I can only describe what I saw as broccoli heads of all colors, greens, purples, yellows etc. sprouting, and then they suddenly start to turn into men. Now it gets weirder, this seems to be a game. There were 19 women in the group and we had to chainsaw the head off the men who had come from broccoli and each woman had to kill (chainsaw) 3 men each. I am thinking 19 times 3 broccoli men means 57 men to chainsaw. I'm thinking that’s wrong cause it looks like there are hundreds of men planted in the ground and to chainsaw all the heads off is going to be more than 3 men for each woman.

I remember standing back and watching and some women were pretty excited about chain sawing the men. The broccoli men were planted in the ground and they could fight the women but their legs were glued to the ground in 1 spot. As I was watching I wanted no part of this game. I think I remember something to the effect that I thought it was wrong that they had done this, growing broccoli men from the ground, then had fun in killing them, so I stood back. That’s when I woke up. I think in the dream I felt why did they do it in the first place and then the cut them down for sport? It wasn’t right.

And prior to the dream I kept on seeing a symbol I can only describe as looking like the letter "M" but one side has a longer side then the other.

~The Number 19 is the Hexagon in the Hexagon/Star pair 19/37 which appears in the heart of Genesis 1.1 - the Creation Holograph

~This naturally integrates with the universal concept of "Mother Earth" and the feminine nature of physical manifestation (because of its receptivity and passivity).

~The Number 190 is the 19th Triangular Number, which integrates the word Rib with the value of Eve.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/off-with-their-heads_23.html

Interesting to note, according to the first link I clicked on pertaining to the Yankee Stadium mass (on Hitler’s birthday), a crowd of 57,000 is expected.

http://www.littlefallstimes.com/news/x1838785066
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Ok so there’s all that. Next on the agenda is Queen Elizabeth II, her 2007 visit to the U.S. and her relationship to Virginia Tech. There’s no doubt it had to be a logistics nightmare to plan such an impromptu visit to the scene of the crime. It was almost like they knew about it long before it happened. That raised a lot suspicion among conspiracy theorists, along with the fact that she's not renowned for outward displays of compassion made it doubly suspicious.

I’m not going out of my way to find the numbers 16 and 19. I search for a specific subject, in this case the dates of her arrival and departure, (May 3-8) and they’re just there. Everywhere I go.

Queen Elizabeth II is in the midst of her first visit to the United States in 16 years.

http://abcnews.go.com/US/popup?id=3135234

The queen rarely speaks in public, but Thursday she addressed Virginia's General Assembly, which could trace its roots back to Jamestown in 1619.

http://edition.cnn.com/2007/EDUCATION/05/03/transcript.fri/index.html#one

It should be noted Elizabeth’s birthday is April 21st. Seems like April’s a good month to be born if you aspire to control the world’s most valued treasures, most of its money and a good portion of its people.
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Back to Benedict.

Purpleaura’s Priest/Antichrist Dream, February 1st, 2008:

In the dream I seem to be taking part in something. It starts off in a church and it looks like a woman is pregnant (you know that thing where I’m playing the part but also aware on the other level as well). Apparently I’m pregnant with a boy and suddenly a priest say says “You are carrying the AC”.

There appears to be 2 beings (I presume they are demons), and the priest is giving me something to send these creatures back, however they wanted to talk to me. By the time they got around to doing that, one of the creatures had already been sent back. I asked the other creature why he came here and he said, "You don’t carry a boy child, you carry a female baby and this girl baby will be far more dangerous than the male baby mentioned”. I then had a weird vision, it seems the established order or hierarchy on the other side is being replaced. The creatures were trying to warn me that while we waited for a male child to be born and bring the so-called chaos, in fact there will be a girl child born, far more dangerous and far more chaotic than anything we have ever seen.

There will be major world upheavals, death and destruction. They are warning us and probably trying to stop it. I don’t know why the creatures would warn me of this, but I gather it was because they feared this would be the worst and final destruction brought by a girl child and not by the male child.

By this time the second creature had been sent back but not before I heard a voice say, "When you want our help you can call us".

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2008/03/elected.html
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Beltane

Purpleaura first discovered the observance known as Beltane after the following dream inspired her to investigate the May Pole.

Email to Purpleaura ~ November 19, 2004

I just recalled a dream from 2 nights ago, I had a blue pole, very, very bright blue and was twirling it around like a baton. I remember thinking “hey, this must be like the pole Purpleaura dreamt about”, then I heard May 2nd and woke up.

Before I get into Beltane I have to veer off to the 258 mystery since both Purpleaura and I have something going on with this number. She dreamt about it before we met and shortly prior to that I had compiled a spreadsheet containing all the ambiguous numbers that appear in my life and what they could mean. 258 is one of those numbers so naturally we’ve been researching it since we’ve know each other. Because of this dream I thought it might refer to May 2, 2008, and have been nervously anticipating that day for some time.

Of the many places it’s turned up, it appears to be instrumental at my job. My first day I was assigned a phone extension…258…and couldn’t help but wonder WTF was up with that? It has proven to be 3 of the most intriguing years of my life. I haven’t even touched the surface with the dreams and synchronicities and just plain weird shit that’s gone on with both the location of the building and the people I work with. Eventually.

Two weeks ago I submitted my resignation and without looking at a calendar decided the end of the month would be my final day. Before the manager made the formal announcement he asked what day precisely would I be leaving and asked if May 2 worked for me since it was the closest Friday to the end of the month. Um…yeah, I really don’t see how it could be any other. So 258 in this case clearly represents the end of a cycle.
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Beltane is celebrated the world over in various forms by a wide assortment of creeds. According to one site:

It is believed it evolved from ancient agricultural and fertility rites of spring. There are signs of the first celebrations in Egypt. However, the majority of the current traditions stem from the Roman Festival, Floralia. This was a five day festival to honor the Goddess Flora with offerings of flowers, dancing, ringing bells, May Queens and erecting a Maypole.

The Celts had a similar celebration known as Beltain, Beltane, or Bealtaine which in Gaelic means "Fires of Bel" or "Bright Fires". The ceremony honored the god of the Sun and the rebirth of the earth. Feasting, games and bonfires, began on the eve of May Day and continued through the next day with a day of bonfires and merrymaking. It was customary for couples to walk through the fires smoke or leap over the flames

http://www.web-holidays.com/mayday/articles/a1.htm

And according to another site:

April 30 - May 1

Beltaine Festival, also called "Walpurgis Night". This is the highest day on the Druidic Witch's Calendar, while May 1 is the Illuminati's second most sacred holiday. Human sacrifice is required. Since the celebration officially began the night before Beltaine, the tradition has developed among occultists to celebrate Beltaine as a 2-day ceremony. This tradition was strong enough that Adolf Hitler decided to kill himself on April 30 at 3:30pm, thus creating a "333" and placing his suicide sacrifice within the Beltaine time frame.

Great bonfires are lit on the Eve of Beltaine, April 30, in order to welcome the Earth Goddess. Participants hope to gain favor with this goddess so she will bless their families with procreative fertility. We find it interesting that the Royal House of Windsor lights a Beltaine "Balefire" every year.

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The "Maypole" originated from the celebration of Beltaine. Since fertility is being asked of the Earth Goddess, the Maypole is the phallic symbol and the circular dance around the pole forms the circle that is symbolic of the female sex organ. Four six-foot alternating red and white ribbons were connected to the pole; the men would dance counterclockwise, while the ladies danced clockwise. The union of the intertwining red and white ribbons symbolized the act of copulation -- remember, this is a "fertility" celebration day!

To demonstrate their occult, Illuminist ties, Communists have always celebrated "May Day". If you have not been taught how the Illuminati created Communism, and for which purpose, you need to hear our Seminar 2, "America Determines The Flow of History".

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/cienciareal/cienciareal20.htm

“Human sacrifice is required”. How charming.

Back to the 19 portion of the program, another sinister “holiday” around the same time as Beltane is one that Purpleaura uncovered after Suri Cruise was born. I don’t know for certain the day of her birth, some sources state April 18th, some the 19th. All I know is when we first heard the news it was reported to be the 19th. Considering her parentage, or the circumstances surrounding her parentage, we’re going with that.

April 19 - May 1

Blood Sacrifice To The Beast, a most critical 13-day period. Fire sacrifice is required on April 19.

April 19 is the first day of the 13-day Satanic ritual day relating to fire -- the fire god, Baal, or Molech/Nimrod (the Sun God), also known as the Roman god, Saturn (Satan/Devil). This day is a major human sacrifice day, demanding fire sacrifice with an emphasis on children. This day is one of the most important human sacrifice days, and as such, has had some very important historic events occur on this day.

Remember, the Illuminati considers war to be a most propitious way to sacrifice, for it kills both children and adults.

Some of the very important historic dates that were staged according to this blood sacrifice day are:

(1). April 19, 1775 -- Battle of Lexington & Concord, which made the Masonic-led Revolutionary War inevitable

(2). April 19, 1943 -- After trapping the last Jewish Resistance Fighters in a storm drain in Warsaw, and holding them for several days, Nazi Storm Troopers began to pour fire into each end of the storm drain, using flame-throwers. They continued pouring the fire into the drain until all fighters were dead. Blood sacrifice brought about by a fiery conflagration.

(3) April 19, 1993 -- 50 years later, to the day, government troops, tanks, and other military equipment stormed the compound of David Koresh and his followers at Waco, Texas. Certainly, this operation fulfilled the basic requirements for a human sacrifice: trauma, fire, and young sacrificial victims.

(4) April 19, 1995 -- Oklahoma City bombing -- Once again, many young children were killed this day

April 19 of any year in the 20th Century is a day of fearful contemplation, for it seems that, as we head into the final stretch of time, Satan is becoming more and more bold, and is using April 19 more often.
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I referred to the sacred feminine in the last blog as Alice after Purpleaura came across an article concerning the CERN experiment, “A Large Ion Collider Experiment”, otherwise known as A.L.I.C.E. That inspired thoughts of Alice in Wonderland and alternate universes and the like. A further look brought the discovery of Alice’s birthday, May 4th. That date rang a huge bell for Purpleaura because she just booked a flight which departs May 4th. That made her wonder if May 4th is D-Day at CERN. She also discovered that in the catholic church the month of May is dedicated to Mary.

My freaky May 4th story goes like this. I have two really corny jokes I tell every year. On March 4th I wish everybody a Happy Armed Forces Day and the inevitable question “why is this Armed Forces Day?” is answered with, “because you march forth”. Like clockwork I told it again to some co-workers this year and after all the moaning and groaning stopped I said, “Just wait and see what I have up my sleeve for May 4th”. Somebody asked “Why, what’s May 4th?” I said “Luke Skywalker Day”, they asked why again and I replied “May the fourth be with you”.

In the movie Juno, which my young friend leant me and insisted I watch, the due date of Juno’s baby was May 4th.

So there you have it.

April
16
19
Hitler
Benedict
Elizabeth
George
Virginia Tech
Fertility
Fire
Children
Human Sacrifice
Maybe May 4th

There’s an appalling atmosphere hanging over the situation transpiring in Eldorado. 416 children were “rescued” from the FDLS compound. 416. April 16. I can’t dwell on their fate at the moment, it’s difficult to think clearly when the mind is simultaneously experiencing rage, contempt, nausea and loathing.

It would be a gross understatement to say we’re really not at all comfortable with the vibes here. Is this where we ask for help? It’s certainly looking like we might need it.

May the force be with you indeed.

Don't Ask Alice, She's Pissed

2008-04-16T01:57:00.010-06:00

I guess we’re not quite done with Project CERN. While writing the last blog I had a nagging feeling this experiment would open up a portal we may not want opened. As often as I kept shrugging it aside, for no other reason than it wasn’t the train of thought at the moment, it kept coming back.

After posting the blog I did some snooping around and found a forum conversation with a person who claims to work at CERN. (I have no idea the gender of this person but for the sake of ease we’ll say it’s a he). His thoughts were precisely the same although based on a slightly different rationale, that being lunchroom chatter and the trepidation in the eyes of the physicists. That could be your regular "Hope we don't blow up the world or our own asses", but this guy believes the goal is to access another dimension with the final outcome being an open invitation to an entity perhaps not welcomed by most. Namely satan. While I’m with him on the portal / dimension theory, a series of synchronicities and some awesome detective work on Purpleaura’s part are leading us in another direction. Maybe this guy works at CERN, maybe not, but the fact we were on the same wavelength was a little freaky.

For anybody who’s done any reading on the Rosicrucian’s or the Priory of Sion, you probably know satan is just not their bag. They know where the real power lies and it’s not in any male entity. Mary Magdalene, or more accurately what she represents, is the true foundation of their belief system. I’m not aiming to man-bash or anything of the sort, I’m simply basing my thoughts and ideas on history and the clues we’ve been given. Like the obvious one, the She-car…"she’s a beaut" "she hauls ass" etc. For way too many men their cars not only equal power, they literally define their existence. I suppose there’s some secret code amongst men or perhaps it’s one of those evolutionary things, but from what I see, as long as they’re in control of their wheels they’re in control of the world and their wheels equal girls. That vehicle represents far more than just a means of getting from point A to point B. And should those roles be reversed, well then you’ve got a full-blown Christine situation.

There’s a perfectly good reason why the men took over this planet and have systematically suppressed and restrained the feminine spirit for lo these many centuries. They know all too well what would happen should it be unleashed. Hell hath no fury and all.

I’m of the belief there is one and only one divine feminine spirit who’s been with us since the beginning of time. She’s known by many different names depending which version of history you want to believe or which millennium we happen to be circling. But no matter what you choose to call her, Mary Magdalene, Virgin Mary, Isis, Eve or something completely different, (we’re calling her Alice today), she symbolizes the sacred and divine feminine.

There are many who believe in numerous sacred entities, as they believe in the various not-so-sacred entities such as Lilith and Succubus. But what if it’s the same entity and how you perceive her just depends on what kind of day she’s having? Every woman on the planet has an instinctual drive towards kindness, compassion and nurturing, but along with that composition comes an equal determination to hunt and kill (in the most vicious way possible) anything that dare harm her cubs. Needless to say, with all that's gone on, Alice is not a happy camper.

As I envision the situation, she’s been held captive for who knows how long while forced to watch her home decimated and her children victimized by the most ghastly means possible. Over and over and over again. Picture A Clockwork Orange. How enraged would you be under those circumstances? Personally, I would have exploded into a million tiny little pieces by now. Parts all over the place. Luckily Alice is stronger than I so while she did not explode, she instinctually goes into a defensive state of hibernation. Unable to witness the atrocities any longer and being completely helpless to do anything about it, she simply shuts down. Until prodded again. Which brings us to sexual rituals.

When these rituals are performed, the female part of the equation acts as the conveyance to the source, Alice. If the female is a willing participant, great, if not, all the better. As long as the female is taken to a point of either pure ecstasy or utter anguish, she will in some way tap into the sacred feminine. When the coupling is mutual and passionate, the female willingly shares the force she’s tapped into with her mate and together they create a harmonious existence for themselves and those around them. When the union is violent, Alice gets pissed. Real pissed. But that’s good for the aggressor because he’s succeeded in stirring up emotions so fierce they cannot be withheld. The energy (emotion) is released and the antagonist bottles it up faster than all the Coke factories in the world.

While this approach has its merits, the big downfall is it’s short lived. Even if the female is a willing participant, you can’t keep her in a state of euphoria forever, same goes for the torment. As any successful businessman knows, the first order of business is to knock out the middle man. So to speak. The next order of the day is devising a means of capturing the source without all this effort and flower crap, while ensuring an unlimited supply of girl power. Lastly they do what they do best. They build a machine. Whether it be political, mechanical or religious, why do the work yourself when you can have the machine to do it for you? And get me a beer while you’re at it.

So let’s say they open this portal to the other dimension, pack up Alice and bring her back here. She’s been confined sure, but like a child in the womb, she’s had the comfort of familiar surroundings, and now she’s thrust into this bleak existence. Then what, are they going to poke her with a stick to wake her up? Yeah that’ll be the second big mistake. Here’s your hell in your face. Watching will seem like heaven compared to living it. The third and final blunder will be the first time they try to unleash that energy.

Our conclusion is, they’re not looking for any god particle, they’re trying to get into Pandora’s box.

Blinded by Science

2008-04-12T11:11:00.007-06:00

Seems like CERN’s a big topic of discussion lately so might as well hop on the bandwagon. The “Tesla” and “It’s Always the Math” blogs are detailed explanations of my personal apprehensions, the short version is I began having a series of reoccurring dreams in which a man I don’t ever remember hearing or learning about (Tesla), was showing me places utilizing his technology or related to his technology. Also not within my knowledge base at the time.

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/tesla.html

http://callingoccupants.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-always-math.html

We’ve been speculating for quite a while as to why because there’s absolutely no doubt in my mind I was being shown CERN, DESY, Wardenclyffe, HAARP and Pine Gap. One theory was, “Maybe his inventions will be our demise”. I don’t even want to think about how close we just might be to that reality. If one of them doesn’t get us the other one will, and right now its CERN’s turn. What they’re attempting is the same experiment they took a stab at last April that didn’t quite go off as anticipated:

The Sunday Times

April 8, 2007

Big Bang at the atomic lab after scientists get their maths wrong

Jonathan Leake, Science Editor

A £2 billion project to answer some of the biggest mysteries of the universe has been delayed by months after scientists building it made basic errors in their mathematical calculations.

The mistakes led to an explosion deep in the tunnel at the Cern particle accelerator complex near Geneva in Switzerland. It lifted a 20-ton magnet off its mountings, filling a tunnel with helium gas and forcing an evacuation.

It means that 24 magnets located all around the 17-mile circular accelerator must now be stripped down and repaired or upgraded. The failure is a huge embarrassment for Fermilab, the American national physics laboratory that built the magnets and the anchor system that secured them to the machine.

It appears Fermilab made elementary mistakes in the design of the magnets and their anchors that made them insecure once the system was operational.

Last week an apparently furious and embarrassed Pier Oddone, director of Fermilab, wrote to his staff saying they had caused “a pratfall on the world stage”. He said: “We are dumb-founded that we missed some very simple balance of forces. Not only was it missed in the engineering design but also in the four engineering reviews carried out between 1998 and 2002 before launching the construction of the magnets.”

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article1626728.ece

To reiterate, if you can’t get the math right then maybe you shouldn’t be screwing around with particle accelerators. But that’s not an option with these guys. If at first you don’t suck the whole freaking planet into a black hole, then try, try again.

More recently in the news:

April 7, 2008

The Large Hadron Collider is aiming to unlock the secrets of how the universe began. Scientists will use it to try to recreate the conditions that existed just a fraction of a second after the Big Bang — the birth of the universe — by smashing pieces of atoms together at high speed.

From today, it will be completely closed off while technicians make the final preparations before it is turned on in July when, it is hoped, it will begin revealing what the matter and energy that created the universe was really like.

What happens afterwards could change our understanding of the world.

http://www.theage.com.au/news/world/worlds-largest-experiment-set-to-go-off-with-a-big-bang/2008/04/06/1207420196449.html

What happens afterwards could very well destroy our world. Right off the bat I’m suspicious because I can’t find any two articles that name the day or even the same month. Apparently it’s anywhere from April to October.

The theory on why the experiment went awry the first time is Tesla was an alien sent to earth to teach us how to best make use of the planet’s natural resources with the least amount of destruction. Then the gluttonous multinationalists got their grubby little claws into it and well…here we are. Recklessly teetering on the brink of self annihilation. But have faith, if the keepers of the technology possess the knowledge and ability to construct these gizmos in the first place, then surely they would know the most effective method of gumming up the works. Again.

If the group we call Coincidence Control was responsible for this oversight, (and we’re certain they were), you have to appreciate their sense of humour and how they operate. They could have easily sent a beam or just come down themselves to sabotage this threat to humanity, but what fun would that be? How hilarious is it that some of the (allegedly) brightest minds on the planet screwed up with the most fundamental aspect of the project? I can just imagine how that conversation went:

Unbelievably complicated theory?

Check

The best minds in the world to apply unbelievably complicated theory?

Check

The vast amount of resources required to build and operate the monstrosity to execute unbelievably complicated theory?

Check

Okay, let’s fire her up!

Crash bam boom…what the fuck????

Oops, somebody forgot to carry the 1.

And that’s how CC operates. There is no harder lesson than being made a fool of. Obviously these guys just aren't getting it.

As far as I can tell, what brought all this into the limelight are the two Hawaiian guys who filed an injunction against CERN:

Walter Wagner, who runs a botanical garden on Hawaii's Big Island, and Luis Sancho, a Spaniard, have asked for an injunction to prevent the European Centre for Nuclear Research, or Cern, starting up the Large Hadron Collider.

They claim Cern has under-played the chances that the collider could produce a tiny black hole or a particle called a "killer strangelet" that would turn the Earth into a shrunken lump of "strange matter".

Their lawsuit, filed in the Federal District Court in Honolulu, seeks a temporary restraining order banning Cern from finishing the accelerator until it has produced a safety report and an environmental assessment.

Defendants named in the suit are Cern, the US Department of Energy, the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory and the National Science Foundation. The US Justice Department said it would represent the Energy Department at a meeting over the lawsuit in Hawaii in June.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/earth/2008/04/01/scibang101.xml

While I admire their determination I think we all know where that’s going to end up.
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In other CERN news is the announcement of their new high speed communications device:

The Grid to Render the Web Obsolete?

Apr 7, 2008

The birthplace of the Web, Cern, which is based near Geneva, is now busy working on "the grid" that boasts speeds nearly 10,000 times faster than a typical Broadband connection, and that may soon render the Web obsolete.

The grid computing project was started around seven years ago by researchers at Cern. They claim "the grid" is so fast it is capable of sending the entire Rolling Stones back catalogue from Britain to Japan in less than two seconds.

Scientists at Cern intend to activate "the grid" this summer alongside what they term as 'red button day' when they will switch on the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) or the new particle accelerator built to probe the origin of the Universe.

http://www.techtree.com/India/News/The_Grid_to_Render_the_Web_Obsolete/551-88299-643.html

Something is not sitting right with this at all. I began writing a blog about HAARP and Steve Fossett and the holographic computer, (among other things), in February but never did get around to finishing it. The more I tried piecing it together the more complicated it was becoming and I just couldn’t keep track anymore. Then I was inspired (urged?) to write "Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun" last weekend, April 5th, and this news is published 2 days later. Why I’m finding it peculiar is because this is how I described the space rods to Purpleaura, (which were eerily similar to the holographic computer-making rods):

“Because there was either a grid below them, or maybe because they formed a grid pattern…”

All I saw in that article were “grid”, “web” and “computing”, which brings up another subject. Last week there was a little hooplah over an anomaly in the magnetosphere. While I know little about the science behind it, I’ve looked at a lot of real-time animations over the years and would have to agree I’ve never seen this type of pattern. Every time I’ve checked it always resembles a gigantic perpetually morphing spider. That is by no means to say this doesn’t occur occasionally, but like I said, there was a lot of hooplah. To my knowledge, this is a typical representation of the magnetic field surrounding the planet:

And this is not:

There’s a video at YouTube from the day in question (April 3). It will be 44 seconds of your life you’ll never get back but if you haven’t seen a magnetosphere animation it’s worth a watch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r44-RvZmax4

It is a fact the boys in the club are strong and vocal opponents of the interweb for obvious reasons. Mainly they don’t like the minions discussing their radical ideas for all the world to see. Oh the horrors if we actually convinced one or two that everything they’ve ever been told is a lie. The lame-ass excuse is always the same, homeland security and those nasty (insert "T" word here). They’re slowly trying to take it down, first the gambling, then you can’t annoy anybody, then the cables are mysteriously severed and now the latest:

April 10, 2008

SAN FRANCISCO, CALIF. - There's a problem facing the Bush administration: It has $30 billion to spend over the next five to seven years to keep the U.S. safe from hackers and cyberspies. But to extend that protection to the nation's critical infrastructure--including banks, telecommunications and transportation--it needs the cooperation of the private sector.

http://www.forbes.com/technology/2008/04/10/cyber-security-initiative-cx_tech_security_cx_ag_0410cyber.html

That says to me the private sector will be held responsible for not only their own internet security but that of the nation as well. If you think your IT guy’s a pain in the ass now, wait ‘til he comes to your house to audit your surfing (virtually of course). And that will explain this, one of the most fucked up conditions of employment I have ever heard:

The new company I applied for wants me to sign a release on my internet surfing for them to look at.

…my home ISP and past accounts for the last 3 years.

…if I don't I can't get clearance for the job.

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message530092/pg1

I’m guessing if they’re allowed to get away with this intrusive behaviour prior to employment, it will continue for the duration of tenure. Welcome to the new police state.

The big question I have at the moment is, what if this isn’t the only web they’re trying to manipulate or eliminate? Could the CERN experiment be the catalyst for the so-called magnetic pole shift? Were they screwing around with it April 3rd? It’s certainly no coincidence the big bang goes down the same time as the grid experiment. More like co-incidents. At the very least, will this be what finally takes out the internet? Not quite as devastating as a magnetic pole shift but worldwide chaos would surely ensue, no doubt about it.

And one final thought, the name of what they’re seeking has been dubbed the Higgs boson particle or the god particle:

'God Particle' Expected to Be Found Soon
By ALEXANDER G. HIGGINS – 4 days ago

GENEVA (AP) — The father of a theoretical subatomic particle dubbed "the God particle" says he's almost sure it will be confirmed in the next year in a race between powerful research equipment in the United States and Europe.

British physicist Peter Higgs, who more than 40 years ago postulated the existence of the particle in the makeup of the atom, said is visit to a new accelerator in Geneva last weekend encouraged him that the Higgs boson will soon be seen.

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5htewGS8KIUlcu40AwTSCBwMrs_kgD8VTLJEO0

Now I’m wondering if Purpleaura was picking up on Boson, not Boston. I’d like to say this is another wait and see situation, but if things go wrong, we won’t know what hit us.