About 18 months ago I think I might've seen a group of ufo's attack and destroy some sort of spacecraft, and I had just called (911 followed by 6 chevrons) for a solar system exorcism a couple of days before. It scared the hell out of me, and it still haunts me to this day. Then, I had a strange, and somewhat ominous 'encounter' a couple of days before Fukushima. That REALLY scared the hell out of me, and I truly crave a single day of peace. I've been told that there really was/is a Caprica, but who knows? World Without End. Hope Springs Eternal. What if Horus turns out to be the Black Sacrificial Lamb of the Family? What if the sacrifice really is ongoing and never-ending, lifetime after lifetime? ηλι ηλι λιμα σαβαχθανει??? I should stop. As of this moment, we are at war with ourselves. All of us should stop.
I wonder if a lot of people were unwittingly part of the 'Cabal' without realizing what they were involved in? This might include insiders, whistle-blowers, et al. Perhaps a lot of eyes have been opened in 2011. Perhaps a lot more eyes will be opened in 2012. I continue to worry that certain factions could cause a helluva lot of damage as they are driven from power. I prefer the 'nukes into plowshares' concept, complete with some sort of REASONABLE amnesty for those who are truly repentant, cooperative, give up ill-gotten gain, and participate in a reasonable program of restitution and reeducation. I'm simply not into death and destruction trench-warfare. I'd prefer a peaceful and dull transition of power and modus-operandi transformation. There should probably be no gloating, and the general public might not need to know a lot of the details. I'd simply like to move-on toward a big, bright, beautiful tomorrow. I continue to think that a lot of us might've been worse than the so-called 'Regressives' and the 'Cabal' if we had been in their shoes. A lot of us have been good because we lacked the opportunity to be bad. I had several talks with someone who many might call 'bad', and they told me that they didn't think anyone was really 'good'. I agreed, believe it or not. None is righteous. No, not one. Not even me. I asked them 'how good is too good?' They didn't have an answer, and neither did I.
OK, that does it! No more complacency! I'm going to max out on the Psalms, Matthew, Hebrews, Handel, Bach, and Nature. Then, I intend to branch-out into intergalactic-relations, intergalactic-banking, intergalactic-commerce, queen-ship design, strategy, and weapon-systems. I'm not joking. You don't like my sense of humor? Well, now I'm going to wipe that smile off my face, and get down to business. Now I see how this thing works. I'm done casting pearls and shooting blanks. Some of you won't know what hit you. I kid you not. Some of you will read about it in 'Intergalactic Affairs'. After I tire of the Moon, perhaps I will pilot a Sport-Model Bad-@$$teroid with Particle-Beam Weapons!! The foreplay just ended, and I hope you have protection, cause, ready or not, you're gonna get screwed. If you still think I'm joking, I just started writing a position-paper titled 'New Horizons in Ethical-Deception Relative to Intergalactic Relations, Banking, Commerce, and Warfare'. I simultaneously commenced designing a ten-mile long asteroid queen-ship with a dozen self-contained command-centers, completely separated from each-other, and floating in a shock-absorbing gel. Each pod would be fully staffed, and able to command the asteroid independently. The weapon-systems will be designed such that even if all organic life ceases aboard the queen-ship, the weaponry will continue to seek and destroy enemy targets. The rest is classified, and you're gonna have to pay for it. You can pay now, or you can pay later. This project just went black, or is this paragraph a white-lie?