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Mar 15, 2016 12:58:15 GMT -5
Post by Will on Mar 15, 2016 12:58:15 GMT -5
Iamaphoney--"TheRevelAtion is not a distant goal for you. In order to understand TheRevelAtion one must live backwards and stretch it.
TheRevelAtion is not a distant goal for you. Look down at your feets, look up in the sky, look at the flowers, Loving the Code around you.
You have been given a reason, ... You have been given a belief
We need to find our happiness and fun and stretch it. To live backwards is to control Time, Space and Matter.
even if you did not realize it. you now bear the answer inside you,
go out, swim around the people let them understand. The Changes don't wait for nobody.
TheRevelAtion is giving us the ultimate freedom
to have knowledge is to dream in circles is to dream in circles
It is through dreams, you can find new ways to get it going on. The hardest part is that man is created with a restriction, a limitation of the brain.
We have opportunities to get in touch with the rest of the large unused tetra strong brain power and get the ability to dismantle and assemble our material body, as to move freely, like The soul floats freely.
oxygen, you go into it, you show your immediate and not least the incredibly effective way to control the situation in which you have given the ability to influence people in the direction you wish.
We are in an eternal loving pleasant intoxication. In the warm liquid flood our euphoria and infinite love and acceptance of each other. This is where our souls are from and always returns to. We are seeking the same thing on earth.
There is the door and when that happens, you will be inundated with comfort, beauty, love, kindness, trust, this is the way to TheSuperstone.
patterns that we have carried around throughout our lives can be lost and converted to energy.
There is a war going on in our minds. Everybody is a tiny little microbe of the large circuits, our body works nothing but a shell it operates independently of our minds.
Your mind can trick your body,
You can control your mind and make it independent of your body and thus you avoid that you feel weak.
It is pure signal confusion because it will automatically make decisions based on past experiences and this do not necessarily correspond to the position you stand in when you do need the experience.
We should discard the experience along and be careful not to rule out anything because that immediately marks an anxiousness.
The SuperStone would be aware.
TheRottenApple TheRightAlbum TheRevelAtion
Every ErA is a new LeveL The Teaching is inside We will all have to go backwards in order to experience the truth.
It´s a long road.
The solution is in the problem. accomplish more understanding.
to live backwards is to control time, space and matter to identify access all key control Live NoWon Evil
dogma I am God
Life must be understood backwards; but... it must be lived forward.
The SuperStone, only Gods controls SuperStone, every star is God, every man and women is a star.
It will protect you. Trust it, the SuperStone is your will, the little thing you cant point out but in the nature of the game, it will, If you are serious about what you wanna do and be, be loving the code around you.
The existence of SuperStone will at the very first send waves of horror and denial to every man and woman of this earth, realization and commitment will then follow. TheRevelation is the giant leap to the SuperStone.
We all are Gods in the sense that what we come from, what we call God, is God. Being a part of that makes you God too.
Achieve contact with the gate and try to understand how we all travels billions of miles in split seconds, out of time, flying in space and floating in matter.
the universe is cocoone
We must get real and accept the use of magick in our lives. Everything is depending on the evolution and nothing true to its nature does not use the capability of adapting to the environment.
It´s all right there in front of you. The solution is in the problem.
accomplish more understanding.
enough persons will be educated and therefore prepared for the change of consciousness that inevitably will take place. they will consciously or unconsciously follow the right path.
The Revelation requires no burned houses or dead bodies. the Next Level in boosting, TheRevelAtion is near.
You are needed right here on this earth in this period of time You need to find your happiness and fun and stretch it. To live backwards is to control Time, Space and Matter.
everything is supposed to be real. nothing is real.
No one needs to understand it. It is with our brain capacity is actually impossible to understand the relationship between matter, space and time. Imagine that you have to explain a counterpart about your experiences during anesthesia, during anesthesia. It can not be done. Therefore, you give yourself free, accept super stone and get through a long, instructive and very moving mind blowing change of mind and thus the universe. Why? People will ask. and you will look into their eyes and say: No one needs to understand it.
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Post by Will on Mar 16, 2016 2:00:29 GMT -5
I really didn't want to post this at NIR, would rather be respectful of George Martin's passing; but it was a tad spooky that B posted this invanddis.proboards.com/thread/8054/orchestral-ticket-ride-dark-side?page=1&scrollTo=115765 for whatever reason only a couple of days before George's passing. I think we all can wind up as pawns in this story at some point or another, and to be honest long before last week I wondered if there was a significance to Ticket To Ride's inclusion in Dark Side of the Moon rather than the tapes just not being wiped. I think you can find references in Pink Floyd's work, Bowie, Dylan, Harry Nillson among others...
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Mar 21, 2016 23:39:12 GMT -5
Post by Will on Mar 21, 2016 23:39:12 GMT -5
I can't give everything away from David Bowie, being released on, surprise surprise, April 8th.Same date as a certain issue of Time....business is picking up.
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Mar 27, 2016 4:28:15 GMT -5
Post by Will on Mar 27, 2016 4:28:15 GMT -5
I can't give everything away from David Bowie, being released on, surprise surprise, April 8th.Same date as a certain issue of Time....business is picking up. If the date isn't random, it is the 50th anniversary and all, what if Bowie did one last video? We'll see...
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Mar 27, 2016 11:44:43 GMT -5
Post by Will on Mar 27, 2016 11:44:43 GMT -5
Link to the Paul McCartney is Dead and I don't feel so good myself forum, where my Iamaphoney blog post is discussed...
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Apr 6, 2016 5:00:28 GMT -5
Post by Will on Apr 6, 2016 5:00:28 GMT -5
Link to the Paul McCartney is Dead and I don't feel so good myself forum, where my Iamaphoney blog post is discussed... At the same forum, a mystery guest usernamed "Billy" and signed intriguingly as "P." has now issued a non-denial denial of sorts, so in fairness I'll note that even though I'm really not buying it.
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Apr 6, 2016 11:25:23 GMT -5
Post by Will on Apr 6, 2016 11:25:23 GMT -5
He didn't give it away, although if you know its kinda interesting...
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Post by Will on Apr 8, 2016 18:14:54 GMT -5
The Answer, 50 years ago today.
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Apr 14, 2016 4:11:25 GMT -5
Post by Will on Apr 14, 2016 4:11:25 GMT -5
Suitcase
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Apr 15, 2016 23:56:45 GMT -5
Post by Will on Apr 15, 2016 23:56:45 GMT -5
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Post by Will on Apr 17, 2016 2:11:19 GMT -5
Someone's sittin' down and just about to lazy day it all away Notices there's somethin' wrong and somethin's goin' on inside L.A. He pices up on the eyes of someone walkin' thinkin' nothing's true He says something cosmic's goin' on while Ringo sings his song, "For Only You"
The other three magicians realize the mystery tour is just a game While healing bruises, licking wounds and trying to comprehend a shipwrecked fame The lovers of the truth remark regarding what the hell they're gonna do They say something cosmic's goin' on while Ringo ends his song, "For Only You"
In case you didn't hear it You can't be any nearer to it Something's Goin' On Inside L.A.
There's someone layin' money down that can't undo the chains inside his heart And sometimes acting violently because of someone else's snide remark The money goes to people into arguing that heaven isn't here While all the time ignoring that perfection which the lovers see so clear
The pawn shop dealer deals inside has no direction when he's in the street He has always had a fear of whirling dervishes that knock him off his feet I'm just talkin' 'bout an ordinary man that tries to crawl inside his life Who is hung up and brought down and cannot seem to get along without his wife
Now in case you didn't hear it He can't be any nearer to it Something's goin' on inside L.A.
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Apr 18, 2016 4:40:11 GMT -5
Post by Will on Apr 18, 2016 4:40:11 GMT -5
The last comment on Tafultong's blog tonight, simply Atlanta.
The amount of work that decent people put into this to get nothing back as an answer is somewhat mind boggling and if MPL participated in this legendary degree of coerced futility at the expense of what certainly seemed to be honest researchers, I have to say that is nothing short of infuriating...there is an answer.
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Post by Will on Apr 21, 2016 7:02:21 GMT -5
I know that I've been referring to my book 922 for quite a few years now, but because I have written and re-written so many times I wasn't really in a place where I wanted to show any of it. It's still being worked on, quite a ways from completion in my estimation but I decided to throw together some excerpts of it (about 30,000 words or so) on my blog to show that it is indeed a story and not just another Beatles book, so here it is. willemaus.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/grandeur-3/I've also been hesitant to show any of this because I'm kind of outing myself by posting any of it; bear in mind the Beatles section closer to the end is just thrown together in kind of an informational way; it will eventually be part of the story but I'm still working on that part with all of the recent discoveries regarding what the Beatles may have actually intended and how that fits together with everything. A sampling of the sample. I said goodbye to Penny and Melody and rode my tricycle down the sidewalk, written all down the sidewalk in chalk were the most popular artists of the day. The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Moby Grape, The Doors, Jefferson Airplane and all the rest. Almost at the end of the street was one of my favorites; the Beach Boys, but someone had crossed them out for some reason now.
I had to address this, I went over to the next street, to the fort where all of the turned on preschoolers hung out.
It was August of 1968, as I rode down the street I saw other kids my age, some in windows, others sitting on the lawn playing with blocks; the Romper Room crowd. They didn’t have teenage brothers and sisters, didn’t get it. They were Nixon kids; some still eating Gerber, no beads, short hair, they were squares and just didn’t know any better I reckon.
But there were plenty of us who did. As I rode I see Troy, he was a Dylan freak even though Dylan had pretty much dropped out after his accident. Troy didn’t care, he would stand in the front lawn under the sprinkler, grooving and singing “Ev’ry body mus’ get stoned” at the top of his lungs. He had his beads sure, a baseball card clothespinned into his spokes to make the motorcycle sound like a lot of us did.
He was heading to where I was; asked me if I’d heard the latest from Donovan, I told him Penny had it on the turntable already, yeah I’d heard it.
We made our way to the fort behind Brian’s house, tricycles lining the driveway. Inside the fort were a bunch of kids our age or so, a Yippie poster on one wall and Cream on the other. Shag on the floor, shag on the walls.
Red haired girl was in the middle of a furious argument with Glen about Chairman Mao. She was the same age I was, not quite 3. Glen favored the Peach, it represented prosperity and a long life. Red haired girl said that Mao wanted the Mango, and it was his country. Back and forth they went, I still don’t think she knows her name and so we all just call her Red Haired Girl after the Snoopy character but she was a staunch advocate of The Red Guard who defend Mao Zedong thought, probably because it matched her hair, she was kind of prejudiced towards anything Red after all.
Finally I broke in. “Who crossed out the Beach Boys on the sidewalk?” Nobody knew. It might have been an older kid, a teenager. I spoke passionately. “It wasn’t their fault” I said, “Brian Wilson was a genius and he had pressures from within his family. The Beach Boys may have seemed squares, but listen to those harmonies. Who else could have done Good Vibrations I said. Smile will still come out, just give him some time!”
The others nodded in agreement, The Beach Boys had gotten a bad rap because of their striped shirts and doing what their Dad wanted. They needed to break away, become free like the Beatles had advocated.
But there was another agenda today. Tuna. We, as preschoolers, were being made to eat tunafish, most of us against our will. Jim raged, “sometimes I have to eat that deviled ham, that stuff is terrible. I don’t know why I’m being forced to eat a sandwich that I’m not in favor of.” Everyone agreed, it was time to take a stand.
We all made posters, pictures of Charley with a circle and a slash through it, Make Love Not Tuna, Free the Fish, the works. We made our posters and started marching through the neighborhood, going street to street making our case. Mothers were coming out of their houses, most running back inside and slamming the door. We would not be denied, Bologna, Cheese, Peanut Butter and Jelly, all were fine.Tuna was out, deviled ham, forget about it.
No more Tuna! No more Tuna!
The media had been alerted. The Grand Rapids Press taking pictures, WZZM with their big camera, we were going to change the world!
No more Tuna, Free the Fish!
And then it happened. Moms, Teachers, A&P Clerks, all began driving up, got out of their cars, armed with loaves of Wonder Bread. They attacked us, hitting us over the head with full loaves of bread, some wadding up bread into balls and throwing them at us, the Tuna establishment was attacking us for our beliefs!
We screamed at them, called them thugs but we were outnumbered by people about 3 times taller than we were. We all scattered, running for our lives in the face of this onslaught. Finally we regrouped in the fort, our protest had failed. This time.
We needed something else to talk about. “Hey, did you hear the new Donovan song?”I hope you enjoy it, would love some feedback either way. David Bowie-2015 My house from the late sixties as seen today and for the past 50 years Sometimes art imitates life...
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Apr 21, 2016 7:41:52 GMT -5
Post by Will on Apr 21, 2016 7:41:52 GMT -5
Another excerpt, I'm only going to leave this one up for a couple of days though...
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Then one day a guy e-mails me on YouTube and basically tells me my channel is evil, and gave me all of the same arguments I heard when I was a kid, backwards messages and all of that. I looked at the e-mail, half surprised he didn't call me Paco.
I walked around outside and thought about it; I didn't buy into any of this anymore, the PMRC in the eighties turned out to be a caricature of any serious treatment of Rock, "look at the building, burn, burn" and all of that. Zappa had made them look absurd. Heavy Metal deliberately put all of this stuff out there sure, but it was cartoonish, a demon action figure at Target, nothing anyone ever took seriously and that had been true for 30 years.
I certainly didn't take it seriously, I knew how important music was, even though I felt I had to avoid certain songs now out of respect it was still as important as anything in my life and I didn't see anything evil in any of it. You don't like something being said in a song, don't do that thing. I mean that was my world, music was nothing compared to what I listened to 100 times a day in my head, and it would have scared the hell out of anyone if they had to contend with the real thing.
CCM had evolved, Plumb certainly was competitive with anyone, Rock and Roll still ruled but unfortunately it now seemed to be dying. No power chords, no darkness in the riffs, it was turning into a bunch of stuff Donny and Marie would have turned down, rock music had much deeper problems than being evil, it was becoming irrelevant.
No, there was nothing to this.
Well, I responded to this guy and told him three things. That I thought all of the messages in music were simply marketing, there was no actual evil in the songs themselves; but if he wanted to really pursue something evil in rock he should look at the deaths of Elvis, John Lennon and John Bonham; which immortalized the biggest artists of the 50's, 60's and 70's in a span of 3 years.
Really I have no idea why I said what I did, it just popped into my head.
I sent the e-mail and 10 minutes later Michael Jackson, arguably the biggest star of the eighties, goes into cardiac arrest. He didn't make it through the afternoon, but instantaneously this resuscitated his legacy. I was quite the prophet in this case apparently, and I had absolutely no idea why I had said what I did, I'd never really thought about it before that morning.
I was stunned, even with everything that had happened I didn't believe there was any possible way that I could send an e-mail and cause something to happen to Michael Jackson, that seemed to be something beyond what I was willing to accept in my mind. I walked on the beach and stewed about it, how could this happen?
I couldn't figure it out, but then Little Paul said something to me, and these days he not only wasn't in charge he didn't talk much anymore, and more troubling was I wasn't sure how he knew what he said to me.
He said, "you're seeing this all backwards."
As soon as he said it, I understood what he meant and that answer to me was too far out, it was the point where I almost walked away from any notion of the supernatural or demonology for good. What he meant was, that someone knew what going to happen to Michael Jackson before it did, and baited my response.
I may have lost you on that one, and as I processed it I almost lost myself. That can't be. I may believe in demonology, may believe that there is a good vs evil war that I somehow found myself in the middle of, that people and trucks and events may be scripted, but I didn't believe in ghosts, I didn't believe in space aliens, in a lot of ways I was still quite normal, and I just didn't believe there was some sort of supernatural force out there that knew who was going to die before they did and gave people clues to that. I'd have been bowing down worshiping demons to get lottery numbers if I thought that was going on.
But the seed had been planted and now I was thinking about it, going to the Bible in my head and working it out. And I suddenly realized of course, Satan knew what was going to happen to Job's family before it did, he had permission to cause it. He knew what was going to happen to Jesus, after all he knew why he had possessed Judas, right? God knew that everyone was going to die in a flood before he told Noah to build a boat obviously, now this made perfect sense. It didn't mean it happened every time, because that took free will out of the equation, but the point is that it COULD happen.
And then I started thinking about another Bible verse, one that I had only applied to myself. Romans 9:22. The verse that talks about Objects of Wrath and Destruction. Romans 9 is the chapter that talks about God hating people. The chapter that most people can never actually ascribe to God.
It was all too easy for me, that was the entire point after all, while a Christian I felt that I had some sort of demonic horde attack me, and God most certainly had to be watching this whole thing go on, after all it was God that Little Paul flipped off that afternoon when that car suddenly came out of nowhere and forced him to the other side of the highway, at that point it was complete and total terror, so yes God does hate people if he wants. Its just that because of all of his other restrictions, he just hands those people over to demons, watches them do all the dirty work.
Michael Jackson had died on June 25th, exactly 6 months from Christmas; the same date that Rosemary's Baby Adrian was born in the movie. Maybe Romans 9:22 applied to him for some reason. I kept walking around the beach, kept thinking about it.
I had said in the e-mail to look at Elvis, to look at John Bonham of Led Zeppelin, John Lennon of the Beatles. The biggest artists of the fifties, sixties and seventies, all immortalized in 3 years. Elvis couldn't go on without Elvis of course, Led Zeppelin had broken up after Bonham's death, the Beatles had been broken up but after Lennon's death would never reunite.
Eventually I went back inside, I've got access to the internet of course I could look this up. The most interesting thing I found with Michael Jackson was simply the way public opinion about him immediately changed; he had gone from a comical figure back into the hero he had been in the early eighties in a matter of hours. I wasn't sure necessarily what I was looking for, but I didn't see anything else.
Then I looked at Elvis, the beginning of Rock and Roll. It was sort of interesting I guess that he died on the same date as Robert Johnson, who supposedly made a deal with the devil at the Crossroads way back when, but I didn't see a whole lot else, what exactly am I looking for here?
I did that for a few days, at least I had found something interesting to do; the YouTube guy never wrote me back even though I was really interested in his reaction to what I had written and what had then happened, I never heard back from the guy; then I moved onto John Bonham and Led Zeppelin.
We all knew about Jimmy Page and the occult, that was low hanging fruit, this was where I expected to see something, yeah Stairway to Heaven says stuff backwards, we all know that too. I really didn't see anything about John Bonham himself, I guess the most interesting thing that seemed to happen was the bad luck that Robert Plant had in 1975 and 1977 with the car accident and his son's death.
That seemed a little suspicious I guess, seemed like he had been targeted a little and was interesting to me also because I knew that he had a problem with Stairway to Heaven, didn't like to do the song anymore, did he think something was happening to him? I don't know, nothing seemed to happen after '77 until Bonham's death and then he had a very successful solo career. I didn't really feel like I was seeing whatever it was I was looking for; I was looking for the sort of stuff I had dealt with I guess, something more profound.
Then, somewhat reluctantly, I looked at John Lennon. In my mind, this was the least likely place to find anything, and I really didn't want to go there. The Beatles were innocence, they were Little Paul territory, looking at the Beatles to me was kind of like looking at the Beach Boys, why would you want to mess with that? A little boy's innocence, an entire generation's innocence really. It was like the Amish kids dying in Lancaster, territory that should be off-limits and better left alone. I had written it though, so I'd better check the Beatles out too I reckoned, so I googled The Beatles.
Oh my fucking God.
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I had been dealing with this demonology for 6 years or so, it was built into what was left of my mind, I knew what I was seeing as soon as I saw it. There was demonology attached to the Beatles, not a little bit either, this was massive. I was looking at Paul is Dead sites, Beatles forums, and everything I was looking at was what I looked at in my own life every single day. There was something going on here, and I swear what I was looking at was the exact same thing I had been looking at myself, these weren't just demons attached to the Beatles, they were the exact same fucking demons.
What in the hell?
Little Paul was fully alert now, looking at this too. It was all starting to come back. Paul being replaced, replaced by a guy named William. I went by Will now, I had replaced myself somewhere along the way, how weird is this, and then a Tuesday afternoon in Ann Arbor started to come back to us as well.
What in the hell? There were clues everywhere, clues that Paul had died and been replaced. That had to be nonsense, that was the conclusion of most people but some of these people on the Beatles forums didn't seem to think so. They think Paul really died. I see why, the clues are really there. Why are the clues there?
As I looked over everything Beatles related in the days and weeks ahead, it was becoming clearer and clearer, why ever the clues are there, whatever in the world that the Beatles were on about, the clues were covering something up. They were covering up the demonology. Because there was stuff that there was no way the Beatles had actually intended, that much was plain as day.
This wasn't about Paul, it was really about John. This was evil, it was absolute evil in the band that originally had been innocence to so many people. Weeks before John's death, Yoko Ono had done a song. Kiss Kiss Kiss it was called. You turned it around backwards, right at the very beginning of the song, it said "I shot John Lennon". And then weeks later, John Lennon was shot. John Lennon wasn't shot by Yoko Ono, maybe John Lennon was shot by whatever was in Yoko Ono. I watched Howard Cosell announce his death.
This was a crucifixion scene, there was demonology all over this, look at that kicker nodding his head as Cosell said Dead On Arrival! Look at the Patriots with their hands raised in the huddle, like the hands over Paul's head in Sgt. Pepper and Magical Mystery Tour! Remember how Revolution Number 9 ended, the song that said Turn Me On Dead Man in reverse? Hold that line, block that kick?
They knew. They knew what was happening to John Lennon before it did. This was staged, a screenplay. Little Paul, the 3 year old me returned from the dead, was staring at this with me, enraptured. John Lennon was an Object of Wrath and Destruction. There was no question to either of us. This wasn't just demons knowing about his death, this was demons causing his death. And they were doing it in full view of everyone. My God.
The implications were incredible. The demons were on TV, they were on full display. And they knew it too. I'm surprised there isn't a yellow smiley face ball bouncing across the screen, the kind Little Paul hated so much, "they're taunting me".
This is what we were used to seeing, nothing is natural, every move is scripted. Here it all is! I watched this, or Old Paul did, I'm not sure who anymore, as a teenager. It was heartbreaking, it was heartbreaking to millions of people, the end of the sixties, the end of innocence, and it was a demonic Shakespeare play all along.
We left the video finally, supercharged, and started digging.
Hey Jude. The ultimate Object of Wrath and Destruction was Judas. Julian was just a little kid, like I had been just a little kid. Hey Jude to me had become the demon song. It was mocking, mocking the people who couldn't do anything about the despair in their lives. People like Judas, or Julian, or me as a 3 year old, or whoever it applied to. After all, there was never a limit attached to how many Esau's there could be in the world.
I watched the Beatles perform Hey Jude on the David Frost show on YouTube. And in the audience next to Ringo was Michelle, dressed in red. She wasn't identical, but so close as to completely startle me. Michelle who had been killed in a car accident in front of 666 100th street. 6 months after my accident, the day after we'd moved into apt. #6. The streetlight that went on every night, but went out the night she died.
There was a picture of her on Google, they called her Linda Blair on the Beatles sites because of the way her eyes were rolled back into her head in the photo. She looked somewhat demonic. I looked up the performance of Hey Jude on David Frost and the answer came back as September 8th 1968. I sat in shock looking at the date. Michelle had been born on September 7th 1968. This was all a script. I'm not imagining the blonde thing, its staring me right in the face.
Then I came across the Is God Dead issue of Time, it just so happened to be on Julian's birthday. His 3rd birthday. 3.
I was curious, logged onto the date and time calculator online. Took Julian's date of birth 4/8/63. Romans 9:22, hmmm; I subtracted 922 weeks on a lark. I get 8/6/45. The first atomic bomb at Hiroshima. How weird is that? The date and time calculator goes both ways. I add 922 weeks now instead. I sat and looked at the answer, my jaw on the floor.
The answer was December 8th 1980. Julian Lennon was 922 weeks old, to the day, when his father died. John Lennon was an Object of Wrath and Destruction, just like me.
Why?
It took another six years to figure it all out.
I took a walk along the Lake Michigan shoreline, looking out at the nighttime sky; I had been thoroughly vanquished, destroyed in a war that certain people may have watched with a bemused horror, but most had no idea what had gone on. I knew, and now I knew something else. I stalked, measuring my words; then I finally said it to God Almighty;
"I've got you."
You did this to me, but you also did this to someone else, and I can prove it.
I didn't hear anything in response, I just had a thought come into my head, one that both curbed my righteous fury and suddenly brought the entire experience into focus.
He knows you've got him, he just handed it to you.
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Apr 21, 2016 13:57:56 GMT -5
Post by Will on Apr 21, 2016 13:57:56 GMT -5
Another excerpt, I'm only going to leave this one up for a couple of days though...
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Then one day a guy e-mails me on YouTube and basically tells me my channel is evil, and gave me all of the same arguments I heard when I was a kid, backwards messages and all of that. I looked at the e-mail, half surprised he didn't call me Paco.
I walked around outside and thought about it; I didn't buy into any of this anymore, the PMRC in the eighties turned out to be a caricature of any serious treatment of Rock, "look at the building, burn, burn" and all of that. Zappa had made them look absurd. Heavy Metal deliberately put all of this stuff out there sure, but it was cartoonish, a demon action figure at Target, nothing anyone ever took seriously and that had been true for 30 years.
I certainly didn't take it seriously, I knew how important music was, even though I felt I had to avoid certain songs now out of respect it was still as important as anything in my life and I didn't see anything evil in any of it. You don't like something being said in a song, don't do that thing. I mean that was my world, music was nothing compared to what I listened to 100 times a day in my head, and it would have scared the hell out of anyone if they had to contend with the real thing.
CCM had evolved, Plumb certainly was competitive with anyone, Rock and Roll still ruled but unfortunately it now seemed to be dying. No power chords, no darkness in the riffs, it was turning into a bunch of stuff Donny and Marie would have turned down, rock music had much deeper problems than being evil, it was becoming irrelevant.
No, there was nothing to this.
Well, I responded to this guy and told him three things. That I thought all of the messages in music were simply marketing, there was no actual evil in the songs themselves; but if he wanted to really pursue something evil in rock he should look at the deaths of Elvis, John Lennon and John Bonham; which immortalized the biggest artists of the 50's, 60's and 70's in a span of 3 years.
Really I have no idea why I said what I did, it just popped into my head.
I sent the e-mail and 10 minutes later Michael Jackson, arguably the biggest star of the eighties, goes into cardiac arrest. He didn't make it through the afternoon, but instantaneously this resuscitated his legacy. I was quite the prophet in this case apparently, and I had absolutely no idea why I had said what I did, I'd never really thought about it before that morning.
I was stunned, even with everything that had happened I didn't believe there was any possible way that I could send an e-mail and cause something to happen to Michael Jackson, that seemed to be something beyond what I was willing to accept in my mind. I walked on the beach and stewed about it, how could this happen?
I couldn't figure it out, but then Little Paul said something to me, and these days he not only wasn't in charge he didn't talk much anymore, and more troubling was I wasn't sure how he knew what he said to me.
He said, "you're seeing this all backwards."
As soon as he said it, I understood what he meant and that answer to me was too far out, it was the point where I almost walked away from any notion of the supernatural or demonology for good. What he meant was, that someone knew what going to happen to Michael Jackson before it did, and baited my response.
I may have lost you on that one, and as I processed it I almost lost myself. That can't be. I may believe in demonology, may believe that there is a good vs evil war that I somehow found myself in the middle of, that people and trucks and events may be scripted, but I didn't believe in ghosts, I didn't believe in space aliens, in a lot of ways I was still quite normal, and I just didn't believe there was some sort of supernatural force out there that knew who was going to die before they did and gave people clues to that. I'd have been bowing down worshiping demons to get lottery numbers if I thought that was going on.
But the seed had been planted and now I was thinking about it, going to the Bible in my head and working it out. And I suddenly realized of course, Satan knew what was going to happen to Job's family before it did, he had permission to cause it. He knew what was going to happen to Jesus, after all he knew why he had possessed Judas, right? God knew that everyone was going to die in a flood before he told Noah to build a boat obviously, now this made perfect sense. It didn't mean it happened every time, because that took free will out of the equation, but the point is that it COULD happen.
And then I started thinking about another Bible verse, one that I had only applied to myself. Romans 9:22. The verse that talks about Objects of Wrath and Destruction. Romans 9 is the chapter that talks about God hating people. The chapter that most people can never actually ascribe to God.
It was all too easy for me, that was the entire point after all, while a Christian I felt that I had some sort of demonic horde attack me, and God most certainly had to be watching this whole thing go on, after all it was God that Little Paul flipped off that afternoon when that car suddenly came out of nowhere and forced him to the other side of the highway, at that point it was complete and total terror, so yes God does hate people if he wants. Its just that because of all of his other restrictions, he just hands those people over to demons, watches them do all the dirty work.
Michael Jackson had died on June 25th, exactly 6 months from Christmas; the same date that Rosemary's Baby Adrian was born in the movie. Maybe Romans 9:22 applied to him for some reason. I kept walking around the beach, kept thinking about it.
I had said in the e-mail to look at Elvis, to look at John Bonham of Led Zeppelin, John Lennon of the Beatles. The biggest artists of the fifties, sixties and seventies, all immortalized in 3 years. Elvis couldn't go on without Elvis of course, Led Zeppelin had broken up after Bonham's death, the Beatles had been broken up but after Lennon's death would never reunite.
Eventually I went back inside, I've got access to the internet of course I could look this up. The most interesting thing I found with Michael Jackson was simply the way public opinion about him immediately changed; he had gone from a comical figure back into the hero he had been in the early eighties in a matter of hours. I wasn't sure necessarily what I was looking for, but I didn't see anything else.
Then I looked at Elvis, the beginning of Rock and Roll. It was sort of interesting I guess that he died on the same date as Robert Johnson, who supposedly made a deal with the devil at the Crossroads way back when, but I didn't see a whole lot else, what exactly am I looking for here?
I did that for a few days, at least I had found something interesting to do; the YouTube guy never wrote me back even though I was really interested in his reaction to what I had written and what had then happened, I never heard back from the guy; then I moved onto John Bonham and Led Zeppelin.
We all knew about Jimmy Page and the occult, that was low hanging fruit, this was where I expected to see something, yeah Stairway to Heaven says stuff backwards, we all know that too. I really didn't see anything about John Bonham himself, I guess the most interesting thing that seemed to happen was the bad luck that Robert Plant had in 1975 and 1977 with the car accident and his son's death.
That seemed a little suspicious I guess, seemed like he had been targeted a little and was interesting to me also because I knew that he had a problem with Stairway to Heaven, didn't like to do the song anymore, did he think something was happening to him? I don't know, nothing seemed to happen after '77 until Bonham's death and then he had a very successful solo career. I didn't really feel like I was seeing whatever it was I was looking for; I was looking for the sort of stuff I had dealt with I guess, something more profound.
Then, somewhat reluctantly, I looked at John Lennon. In my mind, this was the least likely place to find anything, and I really didn't want to go there. The Beatles were innocence, they were Little Paul territory, looking at the Beatles to me was kind of like looking at the Beach Boys, why would you want to mess with that? A little boy's innocence, an entire generation's innocence really. It was like the Amish kids dying in Lancaster, territory that should be off-limits and better left alone. I had written it though, so I'd better check the Beatles out too I reckoned, so I googled The Beatles.
Oh my fucking God.
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I had been dealing with this demonology for 6 years or so, it was built into what was left of my mind, I knew what I was seeing as soon as I saw it. There was demonology attached to the Beatles, not a little bit either, this was massive. I was looking at Paul is Dead sites, Beatles forums, and everything I was looking at was what I looked at in my own life every single day. There was something going on here, and I swear what I was looking at was the exact same thing I had been looking at myself, these weren't just demons attached to the Beatles, they were the exact same fucking demons.
What in the hell?
Little Paul was fully alert now, looking at this too. It was all starting to come back. Paul being replaced, replaced by a guy named William. I went by Will now, I had replaced myself somewhere along the way, how weird is this, and then a Tuesday afternoon in Ann Arbor started to come back to us as well.
What in the hell? There were clues everywhere, clues that Paul had died and been replaced. That had to be nonsense, that was the conclusion of most people but some of these people on the Beatles forums didn't seem to think so. They think Paul really died. I see why, the clues are really there. Why are the clues there?
As I looked over everything Beatles related in the days and weeks ahead, it was becoming clearer and clearer, why ever the clues are there, whatever in the world that the Beatles were on about, the clues were covering something up. They were covering up the demonology. Because there was stuff that there was no way the Beatles had actually intended, that much was plain as day.
This wasn't about Paul, it was really about John. This was evil, it was absolute evil in the band that originally had been innocence to so many people. Weeks before John's death, Yoko Ono had done a song. Kiss Kiss Kiss it was called. You turned it around backwards, right at the very beginning of the song, it said "I shot John Lennon". And then weeks later, John Lennon was shot. John Lennon wasn't shot by Yoko Ono, maybe John Lennon was shot by whatever was in Yoko Ono. I watched Howard Cosell announce his death.
This was a crucifixion scene, there was demonology all over this, look at that kicker nodding his head as Cosell said Dead On Arrival! Look at the Patriots with their hands raised in the huddle, like the hands over Paul's head in Sgt. Pepper and Magical Mystery Tour! Remember how Revolution Number 9 ended, the song that said Turn Me On Dead Man in reverse? Hold that line, block that kick?
They knew. They knew what was happening to John Lennon before it did. This was staged, a screenplay. Little Paul, the 3 year old me returned from the dead, was staring at this with me, enraptured. John Lennon was an Object of Wrath and Destruction. There was no question to either of us. This wasn't just demons knowing about his death, this was demons causing his death. And they were doing it in full view of everyone. My God.
The implications were incredible. The demons were on TV, they were on full display. And they knew it too. I'm surprised there isn't a yellow smiley face ball bouncing across the screen, the kind Little Paul hated so much, "they're taunting me".
This is what we were used to seeing, nothing is natural, every move is scripted. Here it all is! I watched this, or Old Paul did, I'm not sure who anymore, as a teenager. It was heartbreaking, it was heartbreaking to millions of people, the end of the sixties, the end of innocence, and it was a demonic Shakespeare play all along.
We left the video finally, supercharged, and started digging.
Hey Jude. The ultimate Object of Wrath and Destruction was Judas. Julian was just a little kid, like I had been just a little kid. Hey Jude to me had become the demon song. It was mocking, mocking the people who couldn't do anything about the despair in their lives. People like Judas, or Julian, or me as a 3 year old, or whoever it applied to. After all, there was never a limit attached to how many Esau's there could be in the world.
I watched the Beatles perform Hey Jude on the David Frost show on YouTube. And in the audience next to Ringo was Michelle, dressed in red. She wasn't identical, but so close as to completely startle me. Michelle who had been killed in a car accident in front of 666 100th street. 6 months after my accident, the day after we'd moved into apt. #6. The streetlight that went on every night, but went out the night she died.
There was a picture of her on Google, they called her Linda Blair on the Beatles sites because of the way her eyes were rolled back into her head in the photo. She looked somewhat demonic. I looked up the performance of Hey Jude on David Frost and the answer came back as September 8th 1968. I sat in shock looking at the date. Michelle had been born on September 7th 1968. This was all a script. I'm not imagining the blonde thing, its staring me right in the face.
Then I came across the Is God Dead issue of Time, it just so happened to be on Julian's birthday. His 3rd birthday. 3.
I was curious, logged onto the date and time calculator online. Took Julian's date of birth 4/8/63. Romans 9:22, hmmm; I subtracted 922 weeks on a lark. I get 8/6/45. The first atomic bomb at Hiroshima. How weird is that? The date and time calculator goes both ways. I add 922 weeks now instead. I sat and looked at the answer, my jaw on the floor.
The answer was December 8th 1980. Julian Lennon was 922 weeks old, to the day, when his father died. John Lennon was an Object of Wrath and Destruction, just like me.
Why?
It took another six years to figure it all out.
I took a walk along the Lake Michigan shoreline, looking out at the nighttime sky; I had been thoroughly vanquished, destroyed in a war that certain people may have watched with a bemused horror, but most had no idea what had gone on. I knew, and now I knew something else. I stalked, measuring my words; then I finally said it to God Almighty;
"I've got you."
You did this to me, but you also did this to someone else, and I can prove it.
I didn't hear anything in response, I just had a thought come into my head, one that both curbed my righteous fury and suddenly brought the entire experience into focus.
He knows you've got him, he just handed it to you.
RIP to Prince. It's their story...
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