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Outlaw Junction News-Chop Operation Walls of Jericho Edition
I
scribed this semi-poetic piece in August,ending at...
“And
excited, the flocks consumed more, and more, and more, until the
fields lay bear.”
This
morning, I came across a print of it, and added some, perhaps with
the latest expression of disgust at Britain in the ransacking of
their Iranian embassy in mind, and of that British “Hague” fellas
hubristic response.
While
I am pessimistic about the future, the latter-scribed, more recent
thoughts about how any change might come about, if there is to be any
change for the better, suggest how the new, as scribed, the new
United, might leave behind the rotting beliefs of the British and
Eurapean colonialist, imperialist delusions of grandeur, of, the old?
Nevertheless...,
I was roused early with words which formed up to be “Operation
Walls of Jericho”, alluding to the ancient
Hebrews' employment of their superior occult powers to fell the
ancient and apparently corrupt city's walls.
But
that story does not reflect today's Jew, as I am firm in my
assessment, that today's Hebrews are long subsumed by their ancient
internal enemy, “the golden calf tribe”.
Magic
is quoted repeatedly in the old and the new testaments, and was,
before the fall, integral with living a pure life. And, it was used
by Moses, as in the book, to secure the release of his Peoples from
the Egyptian Pharaoh's enslavement.
Today,
this is taboo to openly discuss, mainly because the modern Jew and
their accomplices in trashing and conquering the planet, the
Catholics, Christians and Freemasons, have been deploying witchcraft
upon the Noble Peoples of Earth for more than a couple of thousand
years, and now enforce denial of it, yet all their flocks use it
ceaselessly, especially against any who dissent.
Recently,
the Rat of Rome toured an African nation, said to be the centre of
the African Occult Way of Voodoo, and told those Peoples that using
magic, ie., Voodoo, was bad, and told the Africans that they should
not use it, for it only brought bad results to the people.
Nothing
was said about how much the fucking ROMANS have been misusing magic
for thousands of years, and that their and the Hebrews aberrant
application of it to secure their own lustful, insatiable, opulent,
mad ends is exactly what is bringing-on Armageddon?
Whereas,
the use of Voodoo as likely was once clean and Respectful, and is
more than likely what held the pre-Euro-colonialist African Peoples
and nations and environment together, healthy and sustainable.
Mal-use
of witchcraft seems to have bloomed most since the ruthless,
land-grabbing, already deeply psychotic, frantic Brit-Eurapeans began
their expansionist tirades around this once pure, natural, balanced
and magical orb.
No-one
can convince me otherwise as to what evil magic was employed upon the
early convict settlers of Australia by the crazymind white elites of
Britain, which made the convicts so much more brutal against the
Enlightened and Noble Aborigine, and against most every pure and
natural thing and organism in Australia.
So
this insane tirade continues out of the British and Eurapean palaces
and halls of power, and seems unlikely to stop until they have killed
us all.
Good
on yer, Hague! Good on yer EU! Good on yer, ICC! Good on yer ROME!
That
the whites of the north cannot stop misusing magic, and as they have
set the world on fire with it, until it can no longer be controlled
or withdrawn back into our own self-controlled mentalities, means
that it will increase endlessly until it strikes such a severe blow
to not just those who misuse it, but to the environment and
eventually to the Earth's crust, and deeper.
Massive
disasters will come about, and the prophesied, predicted, and now,
with science to check on how the oceans and lands and atmospheres are
reacting to millennia of bad agricultural and economic practices, the
apocalypse seems assured.
Yet,
those who are at the centre of furthering and even promoting the
worst possible anti-nature practices, the elites of British and
Eurapean and American corporate and oligarchic hierarchy, just keep
on forcing their fucking sick attitudes and practices upon anyone who
sees the folly and speaks or acts in dissent.
No
future for their Souls, of a certainty....
(As
I rarely review or re-edit these types of story-e-ssays, there will
doubtless be discrepancies. Hohum...? But, even without going over
it too much, I think it gives a certain type of message...?)
So....., here's
“Operation
Walls of Jericho”
And
cheered they did, the REALists! And joyous they danced, the
waltz of merriment!
For
they saw, as the pessimists, the end of the darkness was upon them.
Yet,
while they saw the New Day bringing the light of the Great Father
Sun, and to that Supreme force bowed, the optimists and mythmakers
moaned and swore, for they saw that the good they preached was at an
end, and to that they feared and trembled.
And
the darkness continued to preach their beliefs, and continued to
encourage their flock to consume, and to spend, and to waste and live
in the beyond.
And
the darkness persisted, and more called it “good”.
And
the flocks remained loyal to the darkness, and bowed at it's alter,
and idolised it's chief predators, and over-consumed, and wasted, and
lied, and lied, and lied, and filled the atmosphere with the dust of
derangement and delusion and gossip.
And
the darkness rejoiced, and celebrated the ignorance of the flock, and
grew fatter yet on their abuses.
And
the darkness called “all life sacred”!
And
so spent excess in preventing natural death.
Thus
were born masses of degradations, ill-equipped to hold noble thoughts
and values, but were sustained by the darkness, with promises of
reward for their warped loyalty.
And
took the bribes the degraded did, in their masses, and cheered the
darkness, and voted in it's puppets, to the halls of power.
And
accelerated the failure of Wisdom did the puppets and their
intermediaries, and their word surgeons.
And
the mongrel flocks cheered them, and convulsed to the noise they knew
as music.
The
music, the noise, of darkness and of doom.
And
excited, the flocks consumed more, and more, and more, until the
fields lay bear.
Yet
far outside the walls, beyond the barren fields, deep in remaining
forests, Clans gathered, not early of any one-mindedness, but of
being rejected by the in-crowds, who accepted the bribes to lead
false existences within the mainstream flocks' walls of pernicious
beliefs.
Disparate,
they fought against each other, for food, for security, for
territory, until they saw the folly and end of this behaviour.
And
United they became, spreading their strength farther across seas and
oceans.
The
forest clans began to agree the old was decrepit, and rotten in it's
core, so no thing nor belief of the old ways could anymore be
followed or believed.
And
a Charter was talked-up, without pretension to superiority, without
assumption of rights over others, of others rights.
And
practices were defined and refined, brewing in each Soul Fundamental
Respect.
New
ways were born out of these practices, of treating of the Spirits of
the Land, of the Waters, of the Air, and of the Shadows, Respect.
Desire
was left behind, in the old world, with it's descendent, love, to die
in the falling castles of passed insanity and delusion.
Yet,
outside the hidden forests, while these things were being found,
ever-on, the subversion of good ran amok, rampant, insatiably
rampaging against any who turned from it. The crazymind sent drones
in every pocket of new ways, and alternatives, trying to destroy
difference.
So,
the United of the forests knew they had yet to be armed, and an army,
to defend the new.
Not
as before, when knowledge was suppressed, and the clue was hidden.
Now,
the United flew world around, fast, fast and faster than ever, and
confounded the old and their book-taught agents, as flashes of
Lightening, faster yet, they Communed, Arab with Greek, with African,
with Incan, with Mayan, with Hopi, with Inuit, with Chinese, with
Mongol, with Russian, with Nippon, with Aborigine of all lands, and
saw the Power in their Souls, in their Minds, in their
One-Mindedness, to dispel the delusions of the old mighty white, now
long passed it's peak.
And
danced they did, the dance of Merriment, for the darkness was fallen.
And
the dollar and the euro and the pound and the shekel crumbled, and
the old could no more afford the military excess to keep on their
stomp of the True Fellass of Eartha.
And
the implosion of the white mind was massive, and knee-jerk responses
lashed every way, kicking but thin air, wrecking cartilages and
tendons, making limp the hubris of the eloquent airheads.
And
monarchs and cronies and dynasties and lairds shuddered, and feared,
and withdrew to mountained castles, nervous, frantic,
hyperventilating, insane, plotting responses and soon enough, ways to
secure just food to eat and fuel to warm their freezing northern
retreats.
With
no more heroin, no more cocaine, no more the endless supplies of
marijuana to calm their psychosis and arrogance, feuds within elite
families and cohabitants raged, depleting much, the numbers hiding in
fortresses.
Blood
covered every turret.
Reddened
ropes hung from every gantry, of every “nobles'” castle.
And
the forests rang with live music, dulcet acoustic tones, joyous song,
echoing down valleys, across ranges, over plains.
Trees
at last, once more grew tall and straight. Rainforests reborn
nurtured critter and beast, winged and pawed, aplenty.
The
Holy Herb, the Coca, the Opium, grew wild, and nurtured, to
Enlightening Quality, gave the Respecting new Clans the deepest
tranquillity, long stolen from us by the bad laws of the old land.
Even
while over in the core of corruption, in the old, Britain, Eurape,
Delaware, Jerusalem, the frantic follies went on.
Disputing
logic, discrediting Science, ignoring Evidence, stuck fast in their
hypnotic, self-delusionary paranoiac beliefs of superiority and the
right of brute power, slowly the minds of them, rotted, making of
them but fools dressed-up as Lords, as Congressmen, as Monarchs, as
Legends, but really, in their own lunch-boxes only.
And,
some of them knew how lonely they had become, yet festered-on by
forces all-round them, they marched as zombies back to Westminster,
to the halls, to the chambers, to the brothels, to their asylums, to
their graves.
Yet,
in the forests, the new, while knowing of the demise of the elites of
the Roman, of the Judaic, of the Scot, et al, the foods, the drinks,
the herbs, the sedations, the agriculture, the halls, the homes, the
music and the song, were clean, natural, pure and of health, as were
the Martial Arts, the Warriors, the kites, and the Rituals.
Free
of hypocrisy, free of deceit, free of delusion, they Communed with
the Highest Spirits, they laughed, sang and danced, and bowed to the
Wisdom of the Elders, of the Ancient Tribes of before the fall.
And
the billion dead zombies of the old continent and northern isles,
fertilised the soils.
Slowly,
after a hundred years, the northern soils were clean, enough for
forests and food to grow without artifice, and for peoples, much
different to the mongrels and mutants of the old, wandered back into
the old lands, where earthquake, the modern ice-age, decades of
ferocious storms, volcanoes and plague had not submerged it.
Yet
before that time, the old just could not hear, for their ears were
full of deficant.
And
they could not break their self-hypnotised chains of avarice and
hubris and lies-lies-lies, and MORE damned lies.
But
how eloquently they voiced their confusion, their delusion, their
sodden-mindedness, their anger and deceit?
And
how foolish the new knew them to be.
As
the tale of the Walls of Jericho told of how the True, circled the
enemy's town, and held high their minds as they marched and sang, the
walls of Jericho fell.
Yet
in these modern darkest of days, of eras, Wise employment of the High
Powers is caned, by none other than those who have
mis-and-mal-employed magic against the Masses.
None
they see, that the more violent they act, to oppress True Law, thus
to oppress the True Peoples, the heavier will be the weight cursed
upon their shoulders, upon their minds, and souls, such that they
will never be forgiven, nor will they ever recover. No matter what
powers they summon. No matter which alien force they hail.
Clearly,
the north, is still stuck in the 1950s.... 1850s. BC!
All
Praise the Immortals!
All
Praise the Warriors who have fallen
Fighting
for a Just World!
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