Columbus Day

On July 11,2012  a train carrying grain, syrup and ethanol derailed in Columbus, Ohio causing explosions and a mile-wide evacuation of the area. Eleven cars overturned. 

Lets Get Fhre@k  E!

COLUMBUS=106 / (century 16) 1+6=7

OHIO=47/11 (Aurora74) 4+7=11

On 7/11/2011 in Columbus,Ohio which equal 711 in Simple English Gematria, a train derailed turning over 11 cars.

711ad is the year the Moors went into Spain and occupied under the leadership of 

Tariq ibn-Ziyad ending in 1492.

Columbus' arrival marked the beginning of the end for the Moors and indigenous tribes in the Americas.

 

Holmes: The Saga Continues

  "James E. Holmes and Wade Michael Page (who was reported to live at 3700 E.Holmes 

Ave.), both share the energy of John Wilkes Booth whose mother's name was Mary Ann Holmes"

                     Let's get Fhre@k E! ....

The Batman connection: 16 days after the Theater shooting in Aurora,Co. Wade Michael Page kills six people(6) and himself(1) in Oak Creek, Wisconsin.

                        Life imitating art? 

Wade Williams(actor) played a Blackgate prison warden in Dark Knight Rises and is set to voice 'Two-Face' Harvey Dent in an upcoming animated release,'The Dark Knight Returns' on Sept. 25 2012. (Wade also voiced Black Mask, Mantis and The Supreme Chairman in earlier animated films.)  

    

     In Candyman3 Day of the Dead(1999), Wade played Kraft,a bigoted/racist cop who eventually has all of the murders placed on him to end the Candyman myth. Contrast that with the revamped tell of Two-Face and Commissioner Gordon's placing of all blame on the Batman to cover for Harvey Dent's wrong-doing... 

Enter Wade Michael said to be a racist white supremacist by the media but  

in genuine Two-Face flair as...

"gentle and kind and loving" by his stepmom,whom last saw him Christmas 1999.

                        Slight resemblance? 

          

W. Michael was born November 11, 1971. (11/11/71)-- Aurora(74/11) Colorado(83/11)

Wade Williams born December 24, 1961... (24 age of James Holmes) 1961 birth year of Pres. Obama  

Oak Creek: Oak(27) mirrors Holmes(72)    Creek(42) mirrors age of James Holmes(24)

First emergency call @10:25 in Wisconsin (125)

Died: 5 men 1 woman ages ranging from 39(Holmes shooting started @12:39) to 84(Baracks Birth Day 8/4)

A.L.I.A.S. - The Holmes Saga

             Simple English Gematria reveals the hidden hand of The All. (a=1,z=26)  

This is a cross dimensional retelling of the Abraham Lincoln assassination story. 

President Obama as Lincoln. James E. Holmes and Wade Michael Page (who was reported to live at 

3700 E. Holmes Ave.), both share the energy of John Wilkes Booth whose mother's name was Mary 

Ann Holmes.  (Another startling contrast with Mary Todd, Lincoln's wife.)

     The theater Shooting remains in play with a double twist in the plot. Two Shooters, two locations, 

(President not included). 

The shooting of the 16th president replaced by a shooting in a century 16 theater. The country helmed 

by a president born in '61 (see the mirror?).  

more to follow...

All Black Everything - ( From Law of 44 to Pi )

A closer look at the intricate web of Pisces reaffirms the truth of Life...A.L.I.A.S.  

 All Life Is A Stage... Know the Script, Choose your Role, Play your Part

Nothing is ever entirely the way it seems 

(except of course when it is...)

En-Compass the SunLight

      I was hard at work, ( he typed while struggling to keep a straight face...) when a somewhat random thought accosted me.  I had recently viewed a commercial pitching a butterfly garden and upon remembering that moment, found myself smirking at the thought of someone packaging and selling nature.
     It reminded me of the infamous pet rock fiasco, (years before my time), but still a hell of an idea I could appreciate.  I thought of all the suckers lining up to purchase something nature gives us for free and chuckled.
     Ironically, this thought was almost instantaneously replaced with 'how cool would it be if my children could witness a caterpillar turn into a butterfly?' Before I had an opportunity two chastise my own very blatant hypocrisy, a butterfly flew into my vehicle and landed on my shoulder.
    I was totally  amazed by the synchronism of the moment, and began to reach for my camera when I realized the butterfly may just fly off if I did and that I should just remain still and enjoy the moment.

Minutes later, another butterfly
showed up and danced around me

    It rode with me for what seemed like forever, but was maybe all of five minutes before it took flight. Needless to say, I was very honored by it [feeling all 'Snow White' and sh*t.]  Minutes later, another butterfly showed up and danced around me, (somehow provocatively...), eventually, landing on my hand speaking mountains of sweet nothings while projecting delicate visions of bliss on the breath of a melody... [ that's some pimp sh*t, lol ]

  

      Slightly taken aback by these very surreal moments, I found myself moved by Gaia's flirtatious nature. This brief glimpse of her nakedness fueled my curiosity as she the dance and laughed with promises of unbridled fulfillment within her mysteries. I made plans to see her as often as I could.
      I am now officially convinced that she desires our attention, and craves our participation in this quantum age of Aquarius. Having bathed herself in the unfolding waters of the cosmos, she is now splashing playfully in the shallow river of desire lusting to copulate with humanity.
     She wants to be noticed, wanted, appreciated, and does not appear too concerned one way or the other with the price tags we affix to her glory. Quite the opposite in fact. She longs to play the harlot. Pay her enough attention and she will move you in ways you could never even imagine...

 feeling all 'Snow White' 
and sh*t.

The Secret Sounds of Overly-Expressive Symbols

    During a meeting for the company I'm employed with, I noticed the decoration in the room and was trying to figure out why I could not decisively say how much I disliked it. 
   
     The colors seemed an odd choice, the design mundane and the chairs sucked.  Ok, the chairs didn't suck, but I didn't want to sit in it for three hours either. 
    The most compelling reason to dislike the decor was the fact that I was in a meeting on a Saturday morning, eating breakfast burritos, cold donuts and hot bitter coffee, instead of  at home with my family and a steaming stack of strawberry pancakes "wit all the fixin's". Yet, I found it impossible to form a properly fitting negative opinion of the room and the meeting I was attending.  
     Presently, (during a break of course; in case one of y'all stumble across this post...) I applied the science of simple gematria, the art of assigning numbers to letters in accordance with their position in the alphabet, (for example: a=1 z=26) and symphonetics, (the whispering undertones of symbols) which soon revealed to me the hushed demands of the  room. 


(Place): A conference room in a Sleep Inn hotel -Shreveport, LA.

This decorator was mindful to dampen personal opinion by using colors as mutable agents.

    The floor is brown to reverse the ego.
(The color of the Ego is Red and has a frequency of 27 and is the mirror image of brown at 72). Brown is earthy and highly mutable in the way a mother causes a whining child to fall silent and even coo).  
      There are orange circles touching and overlapping on the brown carpeted floor to ensure no words fall outside the realm of understanding. 
    
    Orange is the color of the second chakra, which rules the lower intestines and was apparently selected to aid in the digestion of information. (Orange chakra)
   

 The 'Flower of Life', a symbol of interconnectedness, 
 may give insight into the designers thought process 
when choosing the floors' design.

 The circle in simple gematria resonates with the number 50 and is synonymous with the word wise. Understanding equates to 150 and is described as 'the path of the wise'.

Numb Ears and Leather: The Supreme Council of Thirteen

   I'm not sure what awaken me this morning. Hell, its not even twelve a.m. yet, and my night just may be over.  I normally have difficulty sleeping when my two year old sleeps with us, but he is not due to climb in bed for another couple hours. I rack my brain trying to recall what woke me so urgently. It would have to be something very strange and unsettling to have me sitting up with goosebumps like an 8 year old girl. Slowly, bits and very small pieces return to me but, I'm not sure this is an accurate memory. There are times when I attempt to open doors within to gather my thoughts, and a flood of information would pour out. These are not wholly accurate or inaccurate as thoughts go, but can be painfully draining and frightening  as well as other-worldly, and I mean the latter literally. Suddenly, a flash of remembrance, and my eyes widen with awareness and acceptance of the dreams' emergence from my psyche in total-recall...


    I stood in the midst of the master teachers in the place known as the thorn. It is the very center of overlapping concentric circles. The bearer of the thorn stand as pupil and teacher surrounded by twelve elders, one of which is his direct guardian and stand at the presumed head of the circle.  The twelve are all master teachers but none are masters themselves.  I, the student, am the focus of the teachers and a master in training.

    Although I am in the center of my circle, I stand simultaneously as one of twelve in an adjoining circle in which a pupil stands in the place of thorns as our primary focus receiving the eternal light of knowledge emanating from the twelve angles of light surrounding her. As truth would have, every individual stood at the center of their own circle and as master teacher in twelve others completing the Council of Thirteen.

   It is through this connection each individual lays bare their unique experience, knowledge and wisdom unfiltered into the council without use of words. These emanations goes forth as lightning through various  pathway combinations seeking thorns of least resistance, gathering data and reconfiguring it into a perfect harmonic. Once completed, light is to be emitted throughout the entire council as a wave or static pulse disseminating what would instantaneously become universal understanding throughout the cosmos.

  This union occurs outside of space and time within an etheric field and is therefore immeasurable yet is known throughout the galactic as a 'day out of time'. This is not a twenty-four hour reference as days widely vary throughout the universe, but is understood to last 'a thousand years' with possible erratic  and spontaneous participation of the elect.

   The fact that I know any of this is the reason for my nervousness and can only mean one thing. I had been there! I had stood in the congregation as one of the council and made privy to hidden knowledge! The age of Pisces is officially over (at least in the ethers), and the new King and Queen is set to be crowned during the coming Venus transit, though their first decree won't be issued until the passing of the winter solstice and rebirth of Sol.

    I  have so many answers to age old questions running through my essence, and yet they give way to many new questions of the coming aeon. I am terribly excited! This is it! This is all that I have worked for! This is the Communion of The All, and I have a place at the table!

    I whispered the word I had received in council as my new nomenclature, Khem.  I am number 942652765258136021356.........................                                                                    

                                       ...but, you can can just call me 9.

                                                     Khem9 Ether

Numb Ears And Leather: An Improper Introduction

       There's really not much to say about myself. I mostly spend the full of my day meditating on ways I can become a pure, righteous, attentive entity. Not in a religious, pious way often attributed to this vein of conversation, but in a real "life can be a dick, but you don't have to" kind of way. To be successful, I search the deepest, ugliest recesses of  my being in hopes I will find the key that will allow me to forgive and accept my shortcomings.

       Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my newly minted altered-ego is on bended knee in the narrow corridor of my vast subconscious with lock-pics  and c-4 determined to rediscover the unlimited potential of all beings made in the image of The Eternal All.  My driving motivation is the primal desire not to suffer at the hands of those wisdom keepers not looking out for my best interest.  I personally desire the wisdom to avoid causing unnecessary injury or anguish to any and all life-forms. The Ego, bares no such restraints and seeks only to fulfill the purpose of his existence. Passionless and laser-focused, it forges ahead at a maniacal pace collecting and forwarding data to a yet unseen but definitely felt, mind vault nestled somewhere in the cosmos joining all realms. 

      My reward is an ever expanding awareness of all that is as well as bouts of disorientation and periods of readjustments to the quantum and dimensional leaps my mind takes at times, usually without warning. Lately, my body has begun to vibrate strangely as well. Sometimes, I swear I hear it humming... 

This is my journal.