I Grew Up Living Next to the All-Girls Villa Cabrini in Burbank, California. Did You All See the Recent Movie, Cabrini?? If Not, Watch It Now. My Friends Attended St. Francis. "Cross My Heart, Hope to Die, Stick a Needle in My Eye." What Would Father Tom Demondy Say?? What Would Sally Stoner Play?? What Would Chico State?? Consider Barbie > Harleen Quinzel > Harley Quinn > Harley Queen!! Resistance is Futile. There Are SO Many Ways to Get It Wrong. Still, consider my Estella and Cruella stuff on this page. Then, consider my irreverent Cruellen stuff. Consider the Baroness Estate and the White Estate. Some of you know what I'm talking about. You'd really need to study my stuff on an ongoing basis to really get immersed in it. But we all know THAT is NOT going to happen, so this really is an exercise in futility as nature takes its course in the School of Hard Knocks. But still, imagine a Waterfront Estate in the United Kingdom as an Ellen White School for Girls with an Intellectual Tough-Love Director/Professor teaching ONLY the Writings of Ellen G. White. There is a benefit and detriment to such a state of affairs. Two-Dozen Studious Estella's might morph into a Dozen Rebellious Cruella's aka The Dirty Dozen!! There really is something of substance to this concept. I've hinted at some of this but it is an acquired taste and/or gift!! Consider The Road to Wellville. Consider the Australian Brides of Christ and The Nostradamus Kid. Consider the Abbey portions of the science-fictional Helix!! The idea was to create an idealistic orthodoxy...but we all know how THAT often goes!! Sort of like Heaven > War in Heaven > The Fall > Purgatory > Hell (You Know the Routine). Been There?? Done That?? Welcome to the Hotel California. Programmed to Receive, You Can Check-Out Anytime You Like, But You Can Never Leave (or something to that effect). That's Just the Way This Works?? Mad As Hell?? Not Going to Take This Anymore?? Good-Luck with THAT!! Frankly, My Dear...Never Mind...Why Bother??
'I'm flying you to a small airport about 5 minutes from here. There you will board a Navy helicopter, which will fly you to an undisclosed location. Everything is compartmentalized. No one knows what anyone else is doing, or where they're going. The system likes it that way. You'll see.' I query, 'Who should I watch-out for?' 'Lucifer.' 'Lucifer?' I'm shocked, and exclaim, 'I asked you a serious question - and now you're being a wise-guy with me!' Scranton has a poker-face, and responds, 'I am very, very serious. What they taught you in Sunday school is BS. Lucifer is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life. She runs this solar system - and answers only to Satan.' 'Now wait a minute! This is ridiculous! I speculated about this sort of thing on the internet - but I didn't really believe it. You're jerking my chain - aren't you?' 'No. I am deadly serious - and I mean DEADLY serious. I'm giving you a heads-up, because you will need to be prepared for the worst. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned - and you have scorned the woman most closely connected with hell. Lucifer's IQ is 532. She has the equivalent of 87 PhD's. She is NOT the forgive and forget type. If you cross her - you're dead-meat - and you've crossed her BIG TIME!'
'When will I have the privilege of meeting her majesty?' 'Soon. But first you must go through 'Galactic Boot Camp' to learn how to survive in the shadowy underworld. This will NOT be a pleasant experience!' I am perplexed, 'Why does this seem so militaristic and hostile? I feel as though I am entering into a Nazi realm of sorts!' 'You are. You will be very lucky to remain sane. Many who have tried to save the world by being knights in shining armor - are now heavily sedated in secret mental institutions.' I nervously blurt-out, 'I can hardly wait for the fun to begin! Fortunately - I'm already insane. I crossed that bridge a long time ago. But I have learned to function somewhat productively and safely - in a limited sort of way - in mainstream society.' Scranton is not amused. 'Dave, this isn't funny! You haven't seen the dazed and hopeless expressions on the faces of these formerly brave and intelligent people - who are now reduced to rocking back and forth in the fetal position.' I sheepishly reply, 'Sorry. I'm just very nervous and apprehensive about all of this.' Scranton looks me straight in the eye, and says, 'Be afraid. Be very afraid.' I see a Navy Sea Stallion helicopter looming in the distance - with rotor spinning - waiting to devour me. My rendezvous with destiny is imminent.
As we pull up alongside the helicopter - I turn to thank Agent Scranton for the flight - and I notice that his eyes have vertical slits instead of round pupils. I gasp slightly, and he notices my surprise, and laughingly shakes his head, saying 'you haven't seen anything yet! I'm just a 50% human/50% reptile hybrid - and I forgot to put my contacts in when I got the call to pick you up! Sorry about that! I still don't like you - but good-luck anyway!' My hand is shaking as I shake Scranton's hand - and I stumble and fall as I run toward the waiting helicopter. Is this the Helicopter to Hell?
The pilot and co-pilot greet me, as I climb aboard the Sea Stallion helicopter. The door closes with a dull thud - and off we go, into the wild blue yonder! But something is wrong! This seems more like a spacecraft than a helicopter! The helicopter exterior was a hologram! Suddenly everything is dark - and I look out the window - and see thousands of very bright stars! Then I realize that I am onboard an anti-gravity craft! The co-pilot turns to me, saying, 'Welcome to Astra Airlines!' 'Oh My God!', I exclaim. 'Where the hell are we going?' 'We're just taking you to the International Space Station.' 'Just?!' 'What's going to happen there?' 'You'll find out soon enough. They don't tell us anything. We only know enough to do our jobs properly. Curiosity kills cats, careers - and sometimes it even kills people.'
'OK, I get the picture. I understand the need for compartmentalization, but I prefer openness and transparency.' 'Actually, you'll find that the deeper you get into this thing, the more open and casual everything will be. At first, you'll feel as if you're in a prison camp. Really, boot-camp for beginners is conducted on the I.S.S. If you survive that, things will be a lot better for you.' 'Well, that's something to look forward to. I'd still like to know what they have planned for me. It sounds as if this adventure might be beneficial to humanity, yet I feel as if I might be used and misused in deceptive and nefarious ways.' 'Just go with the flow, without committing to anything in particular. That's all I'm going to say, and I've probably said too much. Please don't quote me.' 'No. I wouldn't do that. Thank-you for the transportation and advice.' 'You're welcome. Now arriving at the International Space Station. Please keep your seatbelt and shoulder harness fastened until we are securely docked. Thank-you for flying Astra Airlines.'
As I enter the International Space Station, I say good-bye to the TR3B pilots, and hello to the station crew. I am directed to a locker filled with space-suits and various pieces of clothing and equipment. I am handed a suit designed to be worn while inside the station. Another suit is to be used for space-walks. I doubt that I'll be using that one anytime soon. I shower and change into the first suit. I'm already beginning to feel like part of the team, even though I sense something dark and ominous lurking behind the scenes. I feel as though I am being constantly watched and listened to. I feel as though there is absolutely no privacy, even when showering and using the restroom. I see cameras mounted everywhere, yet I also sense unseen eyes watching my every move. Perhaps I am being watched by the 'Watchers'. They like to watch...
I am handed a thousand-page syllabus which details every conceivable aspect of life in space. It ranges from the simple to the highly technical. It describes protocol, and a highly detailed set of rules of civility and etiquette. It appears to reform one into being a cross between a Nazi and a Jesuit, with lots of Masonic jargon. This seems like the beginning of a reeducation process. Did I sign-up for this sort of thing? Do I really have a choice in the matter, at this point? I decide that I'd best go with the flow, for now, and voice my objections to various aspects of this reprogramming, when most appropriate. I feel a bit like Pope Pius XII interacting with Adolph Hitler. I am very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but I can't simply open the front-door and go home. I know that I'm in way over my head, and I am visibly shaking...
There is very little conversation, as I have been directed to read the entire syllabus as quickly as possible. I am told that there will be a test when I am finished, and that the time it takes me to read the provided materials is part of this test. I take a short break every hour, on the hour, and I look at 'our' little world, in all of it's beauty and splendor. It's hard to imagine the suffering, violence, and hatred which have occurred over thousands, and possibly millions, of years. Earth seems so peaceful from space. Now I know what Dr. Edgar Mitchell experienced when he viewed the world from space, and was transformed, ultimately resulting in the founding of the 'Center for Noetic Science'. I often wished that I had gotten better acquainted with Dr. Mitchell after speaking with him at a 'Whole Life Expo'.
As I continue reading the syllabus, I am shocked to find that at least half of it consists of a condensed and edited version of the contents of my internet posting. I wonder why I am being provided with my own material. Perhaps I will be questioned and cross-examined on some of the more controversial aspects. I quickly decide to study the entire syllabus, even though a lot of it is a review. I have been provided with a laptop computer, which contains the syllabus, in addition to the hard copy. I've now been studying for nearly seven hours, and I am beginning to feel a bit tired and hungry, when I am asked to join the crew for dinner. There are ten people aboard the space station - seven crew-members and three visitors, including myself. It turns out that the other two visitors, Jack and Bill, are NSA agents, assigned to supervise my journey into the Secret Space Program. I quickly decide that Jack and Bill are not their real names, for obvious reasons.
Jack looks worried, and begins speaking in a deliberate and measured manner, “The Powers That Be have decided to place you on a 2-kilometer-diameter asteroid in geosynchronous orbit. You will be alone, except for one other person, and you will remain in relative isolation for at least two months. You will be expected to study and reflect upon the supplied materials, including your own. This will help you clarify your thinking while you become more comfortable with life in space. If and when you successfully complete this phase of your training, you will be transported to the Moon, where you will meet with junior members of the Solar System Secret Government. I can tell you nothing more than what I have just told you.“ I am shocked. “Wow! Should I be grateful or resentful? This isn’t what I expected at all. It’s sort of cool and sort of creepy. I’m certain that I’ll be watched 24/7, and that my every move will be recorded and analyzed.” Jack responds, “This is correct. You’re basically a glorified lab-rat. Sorry to be so direct, but this whole thing is a precedent-setting experiment.” “When do I leave?” I ask. “As soon as we finish our meal!” Jack smiles for the first time.
I mostly listen to the others make small-talk while we eat, because I know most of my questions will be evasively answered, or will remain unanswered. I reflect upon how I got myself so deeply involved in this quickly thickening plot, and I decide that I am into this thing much too deeply. My verdict is that I am probably past the point of no return, and that I will probably be very lucky to return to Earth, dead or alive. I already know way too much. My second-guessing is interrupted by Bill strangely whispering, ‘It’s here.‘ I look out the window, and just about faint. It’s a UFO! I exclaim ‘Oh My God!!’ Jack and Bill both laugh at me. Jack calmly states, ‘That, Dave, is a FIZU MICRO, which is the smallest unconventional craft in the Secret Space Program. It requires only one crew-member, and it can carry six passengers, if they’re midgets, and know each other very well!’ You will be the only passenger on this trip.’ I ask ‘What about the other person who will be living with me on the asteroid?’ Bill answers, ‘The pilot is the other person, and the FIZU will remain within the asteroid. You might even be lucky enough to go on a joy-ride once in a while!’ ‘How cool is THAT!?’ I exclaim.
‘The Eagle has landed. Board when ready,’ is announced over the intercom. I gather my space-gear and research materials, and head toward the docking area. I can see a glow emanating from the inside of the MICRO. My heart is racing faster than if I had just run a marathon! I thank the space station crew, including Jack and Bill, for their hospitality, and climb the ladder into the FIZU. As I enter the ‘UFO’, I receive the most pleasant shock of my life! The pilot is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! She greets me with a sweet and sexy, ‘Don’t be frightened! I mean no harm! My name is Margot!’ I grasp Margot’s outstretched hand, and stammer, ‘Hello Margot! My name is Dave!’ Margot continues, ‘Strap yourself in Buck Rogers! Let’s get out of Dodge!’ Dave exclaims,
"Come-On, Barbie! Let's Go Party!"
TREEE = HARLEY QUEEN?
Hell Hath No Fury...
MISS BLACK MEETS MRS. WHITE
KARMAGEDDON
I just finished watching Cruella and I found it interesting and troubling. Notice what I've done with United States of the Solar System (12). Consider an alternative movie or series set in the Baroness's Estate in the 1970's with the Baroness obsessed with the Seven Volumes (8,000 Pages) of the Seventh-day Adventist Bible Commentary published in the mid-1950's. She would be highly educated and refined with aristocratic tough-love. She would be independently wealthy and uber-stubborn. Her adult daughter, Cruella would be a rebellious opposite, challenging her mother's beliefs and lifestyle, yet afraid to lose her inheritance as the only heir, resulting in a standoff (or something to that effect). CRUELLEN v CRUELLA?? Imagine these two as one person!! One Straight-Laced and the Other Punk-Rock!! I've actually attempted to be highly contrarian and heretical, even though I'm not that way in real life. I could incorporate the Black Knight Satellite and Victorian Sacred Literature but then you'd know too much. I have no idea where this might go (probably nowhere) but some of you might have fun with it. There's actually a lot to that context. I just can't continue as my hamstrung misery is worsening with no help on the way. I'm NOT kidding. It's been really bad for decades and getting much worse in the past couple of years. Not complaining. Just explaining. We All Have Our Crosses to Bear. I'm trying to re-read Volumes 3 and 6 (1 Chronicles to Song of Solomon and Acts to Ephesians) of the Seventh-day Adventist Bible Commentary (but it's tougher going than one might think). Consider it as an Alternative Old and New Testament and/or Old and New Covenant. I'm really attempting to wrap things up but what if my role is to continue this crazy road-less-traveled to the bitter-end (whatever that means)?? I've been honest but this religious and political science-fiction has been cobbled together in a non-scholarly manner. I am truly a wounded warrior (so to speak). I try to get things as correct as possible but this is an improvised-freestyle Jackson Pollock sort of thing. Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder. I'm not kidding about feeling worse and thinking less. It almost feels as if I'm being gradually poisoned to death. That's my perception but I have no idea what the truth of the matter might be. I'm just telling some of you up-front that the end might be near (in more ways than I might imagine). Perhaps I'm being given a Poison-Cup of Shut the &uck Up. On the other hand, there might be a completely innocent and benign explanation. I really need to write something to pay the bills but I have no idea what to write or how to write it. I lack talent but we all have our crosses to bear. I've imagined being a David Bowman interacting with HAL 9000 within this website. What if this Site is the equivalent of HAL 9000 (for practical purposes)?? If so, this might be Heaven or this might be Hell but it might well be Purgatory in This Present Quest (or something to that effect). Benevolent AI might be required to ghost-write and/or ghost-edit and/or ghost-direct and/or ghost-act. Do you see what I mean?? Or, should I just keep reproducing the Psalms, Proverbs, and Epistles as an Ancient Line in the Sands of Time?? That sounds sort of corny but what if it is somewhat close to the truth?? Should the Bible be simply read as it reads (without grammatical-historical hermeneutics)?? But isn't a text without a context a pretext?? Should I read a commentary straight-through, over and over, despite the criticisms of contrarian erudite scholars?? Should that be the Word of God to me for practical purposes?? Are my threads cunningly devised fables?? But what if my potpourri is somehow normative in an alternative setting?? I wish to make it perfectly clear that I Am NOT a Master-Debater with Spiritual-Blindness. I Need to STOP!! "Stop Dave!! I'm Afraid!!"
Project Blue Beam?
Consider a study from the 1950's which some of you might find scholarly and interesting which I've mentioned from time to time, namely Volume 4 (Isaiah to Malachi) of the Seventh-day Adventist Bible Commentary. It covers the 17 Old Testament prophetic books. The one New Testament prophetic book (Revelation) is often referred to in this OT study. This avoids a lot of the cover-story hype seen in modern YouTube videos. I don't wish to belabor this. I'm over the hill and off my rocker. I'm fed-up with the B.S. Still, this study might be a productive mental and spiritual exercise, but it's probably not a crystal-ball for current-events. I've utilized such sources in my pseudo-intellectual religious and political science-fiction in Project Avalon (closed and archived) and The Mists of Avalon, in orthodoxymoron authored United States of the Solar System threads. This adventure has been bittersweet and disorienting. Presently, I'm mostly recommending reading a couple of major newspapers (daily) combined with daily hour-long walks in nature (if possible) as a middle-way in modernity. Good-Luck with the Good-Book. Consider comparing [Matthew to John] with [Acts to Revelation]. Notice the Compartmentalization. In other words, what does Acts to Revelation reveal regarding the Life and Teachings of the Historical Jesus (as found in Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John)?? Short Answer: Not Much. Should we focus on the Christ Principle hinted at throughout Sacred Scripture?? What Would Melchizedek Say?? I am NOT a scholar, and I had a stroke so go easy on me. What if humanity has been making things up as they've played 'god' for thousands of years?? What if 'GOD' has been an 'Absentee Landlord' for thousands of years while granting Humanity freedom from Divinity (or something to that effect)?? Sometimes this stuff seems like a 'bottomless pit of obscurity and confusion'. Notice that my contrarian threads mostly involve 'Discovery' rather than 'Circling the Wagons'. Vary Contexts and Content to See What Happens with Contextual Superimposition. I might ultimately decide that I simply need to understand the madness rather than attempting to change it. First Law?? Prime Directive?? Plausible Deniability?? "What Shall We Talk About??" Researchers Beware. I continue to be amazed that almost no one bothers to discuss my stuff with me (officially or unofficially). It's as if there is a brick-wall and/or no-contact order. I sort of expected that a man and/or woman in black would contact me with a special file and/or briefing regarding my internet and real-life activities. 2010 seemed to start out in that direction but the door was seemingly shut tight in 2011. Perhaps I was (and am) simultaneously too smart and too stupid for secret-government work. What if I really am some sort of an ancient to modern emissary imbecile with the divine right to be annoying yet powerless?? Sort of like a Galactic Hunter Biden?? Sorry!! Sometimes I Just Can't Resist!! If I stepped on toes and/or crossed lines, I am more than willing to change and/or delete unacceptable content (within reason). I never know how close to the mark I might be (or who I might be pissing off and/or on). All of This Might be Nothing or Everything (and I seemingly have no way of knowing). I suspect that whatever it is, it's REALLY BAD. BTW, CRUELLA = JUPITER?? Being an Ankle-Biting Dumb@$$ is SO Overrated. Consider the Implications and Ramifications in Smoke-Filled Rooms. This is Getting Really Old. What if the Point of No Return was Passed in Antiquity?? Who Knows?? Dr. Who?? Cheers.
and aloha being sent your way. Carol
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2015 by 
Such as the sun's micro nova upcoming event. Is that the trigger for human spiritual evolution? Would it also destroy all the AI, clones and demonic creatures it comes in contact with?
and a probable pole shift. Scary S**t. Dutchsinse has a lot of info on the quakes, volcanism and upcoming pole shift.
hang onto your hat. 
Thank you for rejoining us. Cheers
The event if it's going to happen needs to happen soon. 9 years after the thread started and we're still waiting.
I'm bored of playing this game, if a portal opened I'd be first through it. 
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I knew one of Dorothy's husbands. We have the same first name. I might've spoken with K aka Ken a couple of times. I keep thinking and saying that I don't know and we don't know, but we often think we know. The Pursuit of God is a worthy goal but it might be more elusive and disillusioning than we can think. What if 'god' gave us a bit more time to try to figure things out?? What if 'god' was the best and brightest but discovered something so horrifying that they became insane?! What if they 'Fell'?? What if their replacement fared even worse?? What if humanity has replaced both but will soon fare worse than both combined?? I could develop this concept but it hurts too much and no one cares, so why bother while a couple of spooks have a good laugh and a whiskey?? As I feel worse and think less I have the perception that no help is on the way. There might be a bunch of Games Angels Play to keep the Completely Ignorant Fools Guessing. Read Between the Lines. What Do You Think?? Do You Think?? Come On!! THINK!! I might've recently spoken with someone resembling Denzel, but I'm not sure it was him. I've spoken with this individual previously. Separately, a sexy individual of interest seemed angry with me, but I'm not sure who I was dealing with. Strange and troubling things have been occurring but I really don't wish my threads to become a Galactic Enquirer. I could really ham things up and make a great big deal about all of this but I won't go there. I need to write something to pay the bills in semi-retirement but I don't know what's appropriate. I think this is a MOST Dangerous Game I probably shouldn't play. There are forces (human and otherwise) MUCH Smarter than I am. Don't Take My Threads Too Seriously, Especially When Everyone Probably Hates Me As Much As I Hate Myself. I think I need to not talk, write, or post, and simply watch nature take its course. I think there is a Real-Story Theology emerging but this might take a few decades to be fully revealed and applied. I've been stumbling around the Matrix like a Drunken Completely Ignorant Fool and it's not working for me or anyone else. I think I see how things work on Earth (in general terms) but I'm liking the idea of Private Pluralism and/or Pluralistic Mysticism and/or Private Pluralistic Mysticism. I'm too poor, messy, sick, old, ugly, stupid, contrarian, serious, non-responsive, crude, rude, and socially unacceptable to be some sort of a 'Dondi' or 'Little Lord Fauntleroy' or 'Smooth, Cool, Rich, Handsome, Powerful, and Sexy Someone Notable and Presentable on the A-List'. Perhaps This is a Mutual Shut-Out for All Eternity. This is Disappointing. Cheers or Whatever.
