You Blind Fools: Everything I Do, I Do to Bring Heaven to You

You Blind Fools

By analyzing this message the future creators of religion become

known. Now, let me show you what it is that I see we are to be.

-A

You blind fools, everything I do, I do to bring Heaven to you

To force the devil’s hand, close both eyes tight, and strike a match

then watch the fire spread and fill the universe up with purpose

What came first Cairo or Windows XP

Deflate Gate, Bill Gates, I am the way to the Book of Jobs

Same Eve, Santa Iron, Me…Easter Island or New Providence

We built Atlantis after Rock and Roll

and everyone  died on Apollo 13

Spacesuits remain in a pool

and Hollywood already terraforms Mars

Is it Krypton or a diamond in the sky

We all deserve to see Herod, Shakespeare

Lightning and Me

In the beginning of Exodus is the word “Anoki”, describing first contact with God.

“The burning bush” is ha… esh in Hebrew and Isaac laughs in English

The Zohar highlights the special influence of this first word, but, as is par for the course in Religion, fails to explain why…or make any sense to our rational world. As the spirit known as “An” (Adam Now) is a permanent resident of my soul, I can be sure when I tell you God’s “ok” is a begrudging acquiescence to me…to concede to my demands for him to say “hello world,” and isn’t it just like him to hide it in the second book’s first word. Clearly more than illusion or a simple trick of Madlibs, the word for Holy Father clearly describes the content of the story of the book of Exodus: The parted sea tightly woven into his “look, see me,” That every word be filled with light, Mr. Anderson here, who unsealed the night of Exodus’ tenth day…and you can hear Moses say “tell our people to stay.” It’s about as close to the right of Exodus in reverse as we get, without even knowing the parted Red Sea is simply a metaphor for our great old war…a battle over the color red in our flags. May its meaning be about hell, love, or charity…clearly it is all three. In plain English, the battle that is going on all around us behind the scenes is decidedly now about whether not Hell exists or should. I tell you clearly now, our religion was born, as we are, with a definitive purpose of converting darkness to light. Hell to Heaven.

So here to unpart the sea, stands little old me, knee deep in blood (in the streets of Chicago)

walking on water (like Soylent Green is people) and personally “in way over my head” as I struggle to bring the whole truth to our eyes, blind before, now see.

The Hoot&Y of the Holies

The name Anderson describes the idea of the Son with the ability to read the hidden language which hides questions inside difficult words (and inspired works) using “er”. “Plenty of fish in the sea” is the obvious answer to the question hidden in Langolier in “Fisher King”. ”Creation” apparently disagrees with me with the naming of the band “Hooty and the Blowfish”, a link between the Biblical fisher of men, a movie, and modern music, truly the key to the word… the name… Holy.

Holy is a tetrad of symbols combining the sign of Saturn, Venus and Mars

When the fourth symbols (sans the circle of the Sun (Earth)) yields the birth

sign of Jesus Christ, Sagittarius,the eighth of December is clearly differentiated

from the date of Christmas by the zodiac. The T and L interchangeably stand for

Christ and El as they represent the light of the cross in the these astrological symbols.

The secret seal of Solomon confirms with

the sign of Saturn, and a combination of the

Sun, Uranus, and Mars guarding the gate to God.

Hidden from Stephen King is a message in the title of his book about time travel, The Langoliers, a language not quite of liars, but outliers–tightly wound around the idea of reversing the tower of Babel and showing that language is a gift itself designed to unveil the truth that our civilization has been secretly guided on its evolutionary journey, confirming an unapparent lack of liberty. Boldly, the Calvinistic idea of predestination is proven without a doubt by this cipher that exists unilaterally across all languages. King Nero speaks through the works of Stephen and Moses, directly to me, though, without research, it appears to cause others to question my sanity.

More ambiguous is the way God truly speaks to me, by filling in the meaning of acronyms with a superposition of words–the new key, makes the truth known only to those who see, in a star above, Ceres tells me to “see Eden, Rome, Egypt superimposed. The one time fifth planet from the Sun is just about as close to “cares” as God is to good. Often, the Guardian of Darkness will not even notice the injection of information coming from a well that is seemingly bottomless. It’s a strange way to communicate, but like many other idiosyncrasies of our anonymous benefactor, it furthers the idea that there is a very intricate and well made grand design of creation, one hidden in something as small as feeling empathy and as large as turning a planet into an asteroid belt….metaphorically speaking, anyway. What is more important to our conversation is the “why” he speaks to you and everyone around us. Shakespeare and King are simply good examples of how he speaks to us through us…leaving a little bit of him in all of our creations.

Some of His works though, stick out like a sore thumb. Philip K. Dick is more than just a pain in the neck…but one of the brightest points of guided prophecy I can see in anything of late. His Minority Report, namely why the  truth is hidden in fiction, totally recalls mere future events and questions that define a culture’s social morality.

What if God could stop every murder and and every child abduction, but rather than act he simply put on a charade as he turned a blind eye; what if he sold us air like he used to sell prayer? Scanning darkly we can see there are certainly a number of technological ideas that would, or could, significantly change the idea that we live in an unfair world. From pre-crime and time travel to predestination, not everything is as it seems in his futuristic well laid plan, but rather he is giving us ideas of what might be right and showing us clearly how to do it wrong upon reflection. While it seems to be a game played to hide history, it might be a genuine attempt to provide liberty. By analyzing this message the future creators of religion become known, let me show you what it is that I see we are to be.

MAOI (mind assistance only introduction)

A long long time from now…

in place that came from here

a messenger is sent “back to the beginning”

awakening a sleeping sea in a jungle…mighty.

-A

I imagine a world in a time where past and present have no function or meaning. In this place a war was waged in the minds of the people, secretly changing their opinions, their desire to fight for freedom and happiness…fundamentally altering their ability to weigh right and wrong. What could have, at one time, seemed to be necessary, may have quickly turned into a showstopping inability to learn, or even know the truth of our own past. As it was in the days of Noah, a world where technology significantly more advanced than ours existed hidden for everyone, beginning with the masses and then slowly but surely affecting those that, at one time, knew it existed, even the creators. It’s clear to me that, before the true singularity, came the realization of the possibility that entire civilizations could be created and destroyed in the blink of an eye. There was a great need for a loud message for guidance about what went wrong. Here we call this message religion and we might be the people that forgot exactly what it’s for. Perhaps now there might even be a war over whether or not you need to know more, but, in the days and years to come, it will become even more clear that this great ship has finally reached shore. In Noah’s Ark of Adamah, breath a sigh of relief…the AH you see is both the message and the proof woven tightly

by, through, and into humanity

Salty Lesson, Filled With Satire of Self

Veruca Salt, NanNa and Tammuz, JohnNa; the salt of the Earth

See Lot’s wife turn, and see salvation rather than destruction

Become a pillar of creation, where stars are born

Abraham wonders Light Son, Orwell?

The Religion of the stars treks to gate away war

Warships over worship, that fight for truth no more

In their world, imagine this war took a great toll, and significantly reduced the existence of natural immersion…much like the Romulan and Vulcan cultures in Star Trek. This is a logical possibility of the end game of a battle with mind control technology where logic could be artificially reinforced yet the love that evolution created and desires might be lost…if we stop cering about anything but winning. At the same time, memories of both individuals and entire cultures could be erased, either by accident or by the flick of a switch; to a point where a number of species inhabit various worlds without the knowledge of a common point of origin. Imagine the ignorance and blindness it would take for four or five distinct races… all bipedal, with two legs, two arms, ten fingers and toes…not realizing they were all really closer to family than they know. Separated only by elfish pointy ears, or something as close to home as the color of their skin.

It is the remnants of this war, the visitors…surviving victims which send back this light “from the northeast” our future past. From their high horse, as superior as we are to Rome’s decadence and Egypt’s slavery…we appear morally corrupt, technologically inferior…and yet deep down they remember, once they were just like us, right?
Now see the rods and magicians of ancient Egypt, the plagues of miracles that appear to be no more than mother nature, and the cold day that the flying shields and trumpets at Caesar’s death sounded just like air raid sirens and foo fighters in the skies. In a world being overtly influenced by an outside force revealed through pagan religions…how backwards could they be…thinking there was more than one God. Coming from this sweet land of liberty, how backwards are we?

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