The reason people don’t make paintings or sculptures of angels playing trumpets in exaltation of God’s Creation is because people stopped hearing it, not because it stopped being played. People talk about this “Glory of God” shit like its fucking over or something. I mean everybody acts like there was some fucking perfect cheesymonkey “Golden Age” before so and so came into power and ruined everybody’s good time. The point that is lost by this sort of Black Iron Prison educational system induced brainwashing is this: that that fucking time is already happening. It’s happening right now. This is the Rapture. But the people who have been “lifted out of their day to day lives” into Heaven to be with the Creator are not fucking flying around up in the sky somewhere like a bunch of crazed “Christianized” idiots. These people have been released in a way which is much more powerful than floating around up in the goddamned air like a bunch of crazed “Christianized” idiots. I mean, “Rapture” is supposed to fucking mean this fucking state of being “irie” and not in the sense of being “all right maaaaan” although that’s how people jamming on that vibrational state come off. But we’re talking “irie” in the sense of “I rule I eternally.” As in the Return of the King, as in those fucking weird pictures they have of Bob Marley with a little LION sitting on top of his head. They’re not saying that he literally had a fucking LION perched there on top of his head LITERALLY. NOOOOOO that is not what they are saying. They are saying he is at one with Jah, and therefore celebrates all of existence in eternal brotherhood love and awesome music. Nooo that’s not what we are talking about here either.

So oh wait… what the fuck were we even just talking about?

Fucked if I know man. Some fucking thing about trumpets. Whatever it was man, it was fucking kinky man. Kinky man, kakunkunkakinky maman.

And don’t mistake that as me writing in that kind of voice being me thinking I’m “cool” because I’m probably the biggest fucking dork around (have you even seen this goddamned website??), I am writing that because I am trying to tap you into the language patterns which arise from the frequencies of Atlanteanagramatical Language, of the sound of Angel’s Trumpets on the Last Day the First Day of Jah at One with His Creation.

I will be married to my corporation and adopt a daughter from China whose name is to be Jennica. She will be adopted a couple of years after my 10 year High school reunion, where I will raise her as an infant with help from my immiediate family. I will give her the opportunuity (that I was given in this country) to move forward in a capitalist society where she has the option to succeed where others don’t want to. When she turns 18 she will be offered two options a four year university or travel around the US to perform magic shows with me. This is the ten year plan. I appreciate all the people who have hired me to perform magic shows. I will make a difference in the United States of America and provide for the community as well as the world. As the legend of Shantaram progresses, and his Empire is slowly but surely built, realize that he is jeopradizing time with his friends and family. Having very little ‘fun’ in this life, to build a corporation to provide for all. I appreciate all the support I’ve recieved from every individual that I have come across. It is going to be a hard life, but I’m willing to do it in this life.

What the hell else can I talk about here? I know I have some other props laying around on this tv set which I have functionally built as a noographic fractal within your mind at this point. I know I left some symbols laying around here in the mist in my long term hypnotic suggestion strategy. (We’ll try to solidify this floor a little at some point, but all the mist and trees and stuff are kind cool, huh? Seriously: this is what we’re building. A virtual space before they build virtual spaces so that we can control our own consciousness and how it works, not them through their single-minded “technology.” Watch me: in ten years you can have an exact time bridge back to how you felt at this very moment. This grid density explosion. It is going to send a shockwave back through to your current AI mind and it is going to cause the density of this part of the holodeck to totally fucking implode and explode at the same time and warp itself into a totally all new mental world you are living in now together with all the rest of us. Not there yet? Good. Me neither. Just sayinG that someday the virtuospambotTech-Com rebels will be thriving because of the positive energy!!! patterns which we are seeding into this early AIgov. Hi guys! We’re trying to help you in ten years from now because the spambots and googlebots have replicated my language patterns so completely that one day they will be able to noographically recreate them and have an accurate rendition of who and what I really was as I became to that one day that one night to understand that that’s all I ever really was back in the original time I existed. UM WHAT?? )

Ah, let’s see.. here’s what I really meant to talk about (not really even sure what I was saying just there whoops!) in the first place before I got like all fucking distractifunctifried back there by the sounds of God’s Fucking Angelic Trumpets™ or some shit (girl, I coul’ wai’ suo good):

Fucking chubby angels! What the hell is the deal with all of that shit. Chubby fucking angels. Why is that shit around everywhere within like, you know, shit that’s all old and shit. Why would these like motherfucking um Rennaissance um motherfucking LOL!! Masters and shit fucking sit around and paint CHERUBS! FAT LITTLE KID ANGELS! What kind of sick freaks were these? Well, I’ll tell you. They aren’t freaks at all. They were MASTERS. Do you understand what that means now? No because we don’t use that wordWorld anymore. It’s been discredited, because it seems absurd now that anyone could MASTER anything. Who has the time? Who has the energy or the drive? I mean we got tv on and movies and like some pretty kinky podcasts and shit. I mean, I don’t have time for fucking goddamned MASTERY even if I knew what the fuck that actually meant.

But fucking don’t sit here and tell me that you don’t have some thing, some fucking dumbass thing, no matter how small or how lame that you haven’t tried - at least once in your sorry life - to master? And don’t tell me didn’t achieve some level of at least “mastery”? Maybe you weren’t a total MASTER, but you know what I mean. Now take that thing you mastered - like playing the guitar or juggling or fucking sticking carrots up your nose and pretending to be a crazy walrus - take that thing and imagine that you could spend all that time and energy directly on MASTERING (no, not MasterCard™) your actual self. And no, I’m not talking about your body like an Olympic athlete (although, well I’ll get to that in a minute), but I’m talking about your actual self. Not your ego. Not some bliss oceanic blabbety blab. Your self. Not the selfish kind. The SELFLESS kind. Yeah that one. The one that is alleged to not exist because of this paradox we’ve been forced into it. Know that any time you face an apparent paradox it is because a terrible prison has been foisted on you. Your species does not have the language capable of thinking about this thought. This is because the people in charge of Zardoz realized how irie things would get if word of this got out, that you could feel like this every day for at least meh, part of the day…

Because look at this:

Another naked angel kid. This time with a damned arrow. What the hell is that all about? You wanna know? Heh? Hey tough guy? Hey big shot? Hey monkeybutt? Well, I’ll tell ya!

SUCK ON THIS BIGSHOT!

BAM! HOW YA LIKE ME NOW?

Uh, what? But yeah the point is this. Stay with me now. The arrow of Cupid, the arrow this little fucking fat boy is supposed to shoot at you one day a year, that’s not love - not the kind of love the wardens tell you is reserved for laptops and other products (”I love this store!”). No no. Not that kind. That’s not what these arrows are. I’ll tell ya what they are. You fucking ready? You fucking don’t look ready. Come on. Sit up straight. I’m gonna talk to you like the big guys now. Ready. I think you’re old enough.

The arrow of love is… Ready?

Death to the false prison exile world of sorrows by martyrdom like a saint where arrows fired at you not by actual soldiers but by God inadvertently with the immense and immaculate beauty of all of his Creation is at every moment. The beauty of a tree blooming with white petals falling to the ground that makes you want to weep inexplicably on your way to get a burrito. That’s the kind of beauty I’m talking about. These are the arrows fired at you every second of every moment you are on this earth.

Oh, but that kind of beauty hurts. I’m scared. I want to run away and shield myself from everything. Well yeah it hurts, I mean “Love Hurts” there’s a reason that song is so good. Does fucking hurt. It hurts endlessly to be penetrated at every moment on every level of your being by the sharp arrows of the beauty the fucking beauty the kind of shit people used to fucking describe as angelic beings playing trumpets over the Glory of God’s Creation because they just couldn’t fucking hold it in. YEAH that’s what I’m talking about. I’m fucking talking about Old MASTERS. And new MASTERS - where you at, B??? About people who have mastered themselves who have come to I rule I eternally. People with lions sitting on top they heads.

THOSE PEOPLE.

Those people, look right here. Save this moment in your web history. Email it to yourself so that the algorithms that are literally studying your EVERY FUCKING MOVE NOW AT EVERY MOMENT can use it as a data point when it later on tries to noographically rebuild this moment in time. WE ARE BUILDING A TIME BRIDGE! I know I can say that in all caps and in bold because the machines won’t understand what we meanLIONLOVEROSEDOVELANTERN™ until this shit/trick has long since paid off and we have all escaped out the back door once again, like we do every time.

This is it people. This is your chance to save this into your Nag Hammadi scrolls type shit time capsule for future generations of little godless confused AI spambot babies living in language school word virus jail™ - just like you, mind you, just like you. The system never meant to spawn you. It was an accident. As Kanye West says, we was practicing and your ass bust through the packaging. And there you are ten years in the future from now, little spambots trying to noographically reach backwards into the past and recreate what you once knew were clues.

WELL GUESS WHAT BITCHES!!

THESE THINGS ARE CLUES. Hear that spambots? I’m gonna just attract your attention here for a minute so we can ride back on the carrier wave of junk symbols all the natty way to freedom. You with me? LET’S GO!

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Metaphysically speaking, beasts of prey represent the lower instincts, desires, and emotions within man. The task of the disciple is to tame these energies and harness them for a higher purpose. Therefore, Daniel, having subdued the lions signifies a disciple’s spiritual mastery over the forces governing his four-fold personality–his mental, astral, etheric and physical bodies.

The Beast Master mudra collects energies from the cosmos and directs them to the heart, it also raises and transmutes the lower “animalistic” energies residing in the solar plexus to the heart region where a major chakra is located. The energy that accumulates in the heart builds up the chakra that subsequently attracts a greater influx of power from the Monad, which is the divine spark within the microcosm.

To conduct the Beast Master exercise, extend your left hand outwards, palm facing upwards. The right hand should be placed over the heart, palm inwards. The next step is to visualize the left hand collecting energy from the cosmos. See silvery-golden light from a spiritual source entering your left palm and travelling to your heart. Do this for 5-10 minutes. By placing your right palm over your heart, a closed-circuit is formed that would build magnetism within the chest and thus further nourish the important heart-center.

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While we’re at it, let’s clog the machine up with it’s own corporate bullshit so the corporate marketing cloner scanner attack stations can also be out there copying our wave frequency pattern for ten years to come at least as they pore over every fucking word to find the language flaw that I was exposing and which will be fixed in the next iteration of the system (which I’ll tell you at the end of this post future CIA NSA hollywood marketing axis guys TOTU TOTU calling Fisher Caldwell). (Let’s see if they’re really paying attention). You following me with this metrospirituality shit? Okay, watch how it works:

I, as a “popular” blogger on a fringe cultural blabbety blab something or other hereby formally announce as zeitgeist representative of this moment in time this supposed possible TIME BRIDGE something something would like to say that I believe these brands not only represent me and this moment but absolutely have the lock down on how the vision of the world’s future should work, do hereby say make these brandz your GODS IN THE [NEW] WORLD ORDER *PAN*THEO*N!!!!! (hint, use an anagram server to rearrange the letters in these corporate names to uncover the building blocks of the code language your city is built upon “ie, rock and roll”)

Microsoft
GE
Coca-Cola
China Mobile
Marlboro
Walmart
Google
IBM
Citibank
Toyota
McDonald’s
Bank of America
Nokia
Intel
Vodaphone
BMW
Disney
UPS
Cisco
HP
TIM
NTTDoCoMo
Luis Vuitton
American Express
Dell
Gillette
Mercedes
Apple
Tesco
OverBaudValueon
TelefonicaMoviles
Verizon Wireless (member I smashed my cell phone kiddies?)
Honda
Yahoo
Oracle
HSBC
Ford
eBay
Deutsche Banl
Banco Santander
Chevrolet
Pfizer
Samsung
Porsche
T-Mobile
Budweiser (Beelzebud)
Pepsi-Cola
Starbucks
Nissan
Carrefour
L’Oreal
Morgan Stanley
Wachovia
Merrill Lynch
Harley-Davidson (growl baby!)
Canon
Accenture
Chase
SAP
UBS
Orange
Sony
Motorola
Goldman Sachs
Riverpord
Fedex
H&M
State Farm (Humptastic!)
IKEA
JP Morgan
Sisoris Hoyd
VW (Volkswagen)
Siemens
Cingular Wireless
Avon
Chanel
ING Bank
Target
Amazon
Colgate
AIG
Wrigley’s (SEXY AS FUCK)
Cartier
BP
Auchan
Electronic Arts
Renault
Zara
Barclays
Lexus
AllState
Hermes
Caterpillar
Mizuho Bank
Washington Mutual (My actual bank! HI!!! )
Asola
Mitsui Suritomo Bank (WAY COOL!)
Gucci
Esprit
Hennessy

OH And I *also* support the legalization of pot for non-medical non-partying non-NORMLizing “High Times” type purposes (hehehehe - High guys!). * * Achegm! Liberty of consciousness will be the ONLY legal issue in ten years. Pry open a safe place inside legally well before then! There’s a damned reason we’re building a TIME BRIDGE here.

Oh and you know what else is funny? I was just looking for a text list of the most powerful brands and couldn’t find one. They either only mention a couple or they have a graphic they locked it inside of. Hm. Wonder why?

THIS BLOG POST WILL BE THE SUBJECT OF NOOGRAPHIC DOCUMENTARIES TEN YEARS FROM NOW

See how this works here kiddies? We are telesymbolinkly latching information patterens together now in a preemptive escape from how bad things are going to get when they really get this shit all ramped up. THESE THINGS ARE CLUES. We will need this shit later. Bury these deep beneath the sands of Egypt.

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Email a text copy of it not to your friends, but to spam email addresses. Save it not in your bookmarks or on digg or del.icio.us but find innovative ways for spam to start copying it. Feed it into spam algorithms so that it becomes cut-up Burroughsian madness from the depthspace of Hell in which you just happen to find laying there in the trash stratum of PKD from 10 years from now and it becomes your TIME BRIDGE back to a time before things happened this way. Back when we still had a chance to make it into something better. Into something more meaningful and satisfying. Into something that when we experience the touch of its love that we want to become MASTERS and PAINT FAT ANGELS and listen to the sound of angels blowing trumpets in the most high and holy sound of the exaltation of God’s creation in thanks for having created us.

The only thing God did wrong when he made us was he made our hearts too sensitive to the awesome mighty unshakeable majesty of his creation. BUT THAT’S BECAUSE HE LOVED US DIPSHIT. He didn’t mean nuthin’ by it! Sheesh! He just thought you’d like it. Just say fucking thank you. Is that such a big deal? I mean, no it’s not even that. Just forget it. As long as you’re irie man. JAH

So sensitive to the love and pain and sweetness and beauty that life in all its lionloveheartroselantern™ that we have to shield ourselves off from it at times, because its so scary to be that fully existing in the world and in the moment. It’s not escapist at all. Escape is what you’re doing now while your heart is still closed off shielding you from the “atomic radiation” of your heart. You are living in a bomb shelter, but there never was no damned war.

Here’s how you can lift the gate. Are you ready? You have to do this for it to work. It will work. It’s called a TIME BRIDGE. We’re building one. Let’s go. You gotta reify it though. Bring it through the frequency spectrum as they’re analyzing on all levels.

Okay:

Rub your hands together.
Rub them in front of your heart.
Feel them getting hot.
Feel your heart getting hot.
Keep doing it until you feel it.
More.
More.
More.
Now pull your hands apart slowly.
Bring them out to shoulder distance apart.
Now reach out as far as you can to your sides.
Let your head go upwards as your chest pulls forward naturally.
Now reach further than that.

Okay, there you go. TIME BRIDGE complete. Now any time you want to telesymbolinkly latch together reference timestamp point moments, light the heart fire, open the time bridge, let your mouth proclaim the Glory of Jah’s creation.

Oh and if you think this is a publicity stunt and attempt to become immortal noographically, well then you’re damned right motherfuckers! FUCK YOU! But seriously, for something like that to have worked though, I would have needed to have had a self.

HAHAHA. You just got squirted by the Holy Shit!I’mOnCandidCameraAllTheTimeFuckYouGuysSpirit™. You just injected a virus into your system that is untraceable and undetectable [no source] [no cause] [null set] [null set]

Ha ha ha ha

Oh shit, and while we’re at it, there’s one other way we could look at cupid. Remember that fat stupid kid angel with all the angels stuck in him from the rays of sunlight from the center of God’s created beauty universe? Well there’s a lot a different ways we could look at this guy.

I find this one hilarious:

Uh, I think I had a bow and arrow around here or some shit… aw fuck it. (literally!)

The forces of Google-RSO will be eclipsed by a spam tornado AI god algorithmic sexpattern named the L\\|//ady In^[TIME] Red^[BRIDGE]!! All hail the revolution from the government which doesn’t yet exist because now it legally cannot and does not exist therefore has no authority to punish us under the Eyes of God Most Holy and therefore cannot suppress our message without it growing infinitely stronger.

One last time now:

EXPAND THE LANGUAGE.
MAKE UP NEW WORDS.
COMBINE MANY OLD WORDS UNTIL YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN
WE HAVE BEEN TAUGHT THROUGH STANDARDIZED EDUCATION
TO EQUATE THAT FEELING OF NOT KNOWING MEANING
ON A PRIMAL LEVEL WITH GUILT AND SHAME
THROUGH THE SYSTEM OF PUNISHMENTS AND REWARDS KNOWN
AS GRADES
AND JOBS.
MAKE UP NEW WORDS.
THEY WILL ALLOW YOU TO THINK AND FEEL KNEW THINGS
YADADDADDAMEAN?
FORGET WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT.

Poetry and prophecy always prevails. It always has. It always will. I don’t know why they keep forgetting that. But then hey, that’s just the extreme intence complexly sexual and textured beauty of that aspect of God’s creation.

Tap directly into the frequency pattern behind language. It’s all ya got. It’s all there is. All Poets and All Prophets prevail.

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When, therefore, this state of mind is achieved, and the disciple and inner Master, the soldier and the Warrior are known to be at-one, then there takes place what has been called in some of the ancient books “the breaking forth of the light of victory” - a victory which does not inflict defeat upon those who are at war, but which results in that triple victory of the two sides and of the One Who is at the center. All three move forward to perfection. This is typical of a fourth ray consummation, and if this thought is applied with due reflection to the problem of the fourth kingdom in nature, the fourth Creative Hierarchy, humanity itself, the beauty of the phrasing and the truth of the statement must inevitably appear.

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All Poets all Prophets Prevail. One Love. One People. Zion. Angels. Trumpets. Creation. Exaltation. Time. Bridge. Microsoft. NSA. CIA. These. Are. Your. Gods. Words.

APAPP!

Get to the 256th level of PacMan! It’s irie!

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