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yallreddieforthis · 6 years ago

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Impossible Things Ch. 2

Fandom: It Chapter Two, It (2017)

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Rating: Explicit (in later chapters)

Words: 3k

Chapter: 1

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An hour later they’ve moved to Skype, all their living friends in boxes on Richie’s laptop screen. Bev is talking over Bill. Ben is sitting right next to her, on the same screen, just staring. Probably at Eddie, but there’s really no way of telling. And Mike is flipping through the pages of a huge stack of notes. He’s been silent for twenty minutes.

From what Eddie has gathered, they all got out of the house and left his dead body inside, which is fine with him because he kinda did the same thing to Richie. Somehow. And then they all went to the quarry and jumped in.

“That’s extremely unsanitary,” Eddie says immediately. “I can’t believe we swam in there as kids, that water is fucking full of bacteria.”

“I knew it! I knew you’d say that,” says Bev, smiling and resting her head on Ben’s shoulder. She sighs. “You’re really here.”

“Wh-What I don’t understand,” says Bill, “why did you come to LA? You told us you lived in New York.”

“What? No,” says Eddie. “I lived there when I was in like my late teens and then moved out and never looked back. I mean, nothing against New York except that’s where my mom was. But I haven’t lived there since I was eighteen.”

“That can’t be right,” Mike chimes in without looking up from his notes. “When I called you, you were definitely in Manhattan. I have both your home and cell numbers; both are 212 area codes.”

“Uh, no,” Eddie whips out his phone, brandishing it in front of the screen. “This is a 323 number. I’ve lived in West Hollywood for like twenty years now.”

“What about your wife?” Richie asks. Sulky, like an sullen kid.

Eddie bursts out laughing because honestly? That’s fucking hilarious. “Funny, Rich. Real funny,” he says.

No one else laughs.

“What’s funny?” asks Ben. “You told us you… What was her name? Myrtle?”

“Myra. She looks exactly like your mom,” says Richie. “Totally your type.”

“Okay, first of all fuck you Richie, that’s disgusting,” Eddie shakes his head. “Also, remember how I’m gay? Like a hundred percent gay. I literally moved here because I wanted to be around more gay guys. I haven’t so much as kissed a girl since I was sixteen.”

No one looks more shocked about this than Richie, which is crazy because Eddie has not been trying to hide it. In fact, he purposely brought it up at Jade of the Orient because as soon as Richie walked in the room he remembered that he used to be super in love with that guy. How does Richie not remember? They spent the whole rest of the evening flirting...or at least it was flirting on Eddie’s part. Maybe it wasn’t on Richie’s.

“Oh hey, me too,” Mike chimes in, almost absently. “Also I think I found something. This is going to sound weird, but--”

“Oh no, not weird!” says Richie. “This weekend has been so normal.”

“We can handle weird,” Ben adds. “Clearly.”

“Alright,” says Mike. He looks up into their faces. “So I think there was a parallel dimension--”

“A what now?” Eddie says.

“I told you it was weird,” Mike shrugs. “So I think what happened was that… remember when we tried to kill It the first time? Back when we were kids.”

“I do now. Vividly,” says Eddie.

“I think we created a rift. You know, like a dimensional split. And then when we killed It again… I think maybe the dimensions merged back together. Or maybe one of them collapsed. Anyway, whatever happened to the other one… I think you got spit into this dimension, Eddie.”

“I’m sorry, did the Shokopiwah tell you about all this shit too?” asks Richie. “Or did you learn this from Doctor Strange comics?”

“I’ve been studying the metaphysical for 27 years,” says Mike, pulling a book out of his pile and ignoring the sarcasm. “Shit gets weird. Much weirder than this.”

“So like, when Eddie died…” Bill starts.

“That Eddie is really gone,” Ben nods, like none of this seems that crazy to him. Ben never seems to have trouble accepting this shit, he was really fucking easy to convince to stay in Derry. “This Eddie… he’s the Eddie we knew as kids, but not the same Eddie we met up with this weekend?”

“Exactly,” says Mike.

“Are you still a goddamn risk analyst?” Richie demands.

“What the fuck is that?” Eddie asks.

“A career invented before fun,” says Richie. “A real snoregasm.”

“So you’re not a risk analyst?” asks Bill, who looks real confused, like he’s having a hard time following what’s going on. “What do you do?”

“Did you guys even know me as a kid?” Eddie cries. “What do you fucking think I am?”

“I knew it!” says Bev, pointing at the screen. “Didn’t I tell you guys he was a doctor?”

“Ohhh! You did say that,” says Bill.

“Too much goddamn school,” says Eddie. “But I went to nursing school like right out of college. I was a pre-med major. I’ve literally been a nurse my entire adult life. I never even seriously considered anything else. That risk analyst shit sounds fucking ridiculous.”

“Hey, listen,” Bill says, almost like he’s snapping out of a haze. “Richie, can you text me your address? I’m in Sherman Oaks, I can be there in like twenty minutes. I just… I want to see you, Eddie.”

“I want to see you too,” says Eddie, because he does. So badly. It feels really good to just say it and not worry about how it sounds. “I want to see all of you. Last time I saw you… I don’t think anyone but me made it out in the other dimension, or whatever it is, Mikey. I think you all died.”

Richie grabs his hand and squeezes it. Whether he’s trying to be reassuring or convince himself that this is really happening, Eddie isn’t sure.

“I’ll be right there.” Bill logs off.

Beverly suddenly sits up straight in her seat. She sets the glass of wine she’s been holding on the table.

“No one who dies in Derry ever really dies…” she whispers.

“What?” Ben turns to face her. His arm is around her shoulders.

“When I went to my old apartment,” she says, “I… It was disguised as this old woman, Mrs. Kersh. She told me that no one who dies in Derry ever really dies. It didn’t make any sense then, but maybe…”

“I’m gonna have to do some more research,” says Mike. “I have to--”

“Mikey, no,” says Ben. “Get out of there. It’s enough. You’ve been killing yourself in that God forsaken town for twenty--”

“I did, I did, I swear!” says Mike. “I’m in an Airbnb in Boston. Look.” He pans his camera around. Very cute, very tasteful. Unlike Richie’s dump.

Eddie thinks about Mike, about him sitting alone in Derry with no one who really understood. Living above the library. Taking care of them from afar for almost three decades. Mike has done so much for them; he essentially sacrificed any dreams he might have had, his entire youth… Eddie remembers young Mike, fresh faced and handsome, daydreaming about Florida. And he gave all of that up. For them.

“I don’t need to know what happened, Mike,” Eddie says. “I’ll just. I guess I’ll just pick up from where Other Eddie left off. You’re all here. That’s enough for me.”

“We’ll come out to LA too,” says Bev, hand on Ben’s arm. “Soon, I promise. We… Things are a little complicated right now, but--”

“Complicated how?” Richie asks. He’s still holding Eddie’s hand. “I thought you two drove off into the sunset and are now fucking happily ever after.”

“Yeah, well… I mean, we are. Happy. Very happy,” says Ben. “But…” He glances sideways at Beverly. She smiles.

“I don’t have secrets from any of you,” she says. “My husband--my ex-husband. Tom. I filed for a protective order for the time being. Hopefully it’ll be granted. We have a hearing soon, but it’s a long process. I had him served with divorce papers this morning. My lawyer told us it’d probably be best for me to stay out of state for now, nowhere he might be able to track me down.”

“So where are you?” Eddie asks. He’d seen bruises on her arms when she’d shown up in Derry and he feels really bad for not connecting the dots before now. He guesses he’s probably forgiven because it’s not like there was nothing else going on, but still. What kind of shitty friend doesn’t say something about obvious belt bruising?

“Cape Cod,” says Ben, beaming. “My beach house. Tom doesn’t know about me yet, so we’re good.”

“Jesus Ben, you have a beach house on Cape Cod?” says Richie. “How fucking loaded are you?”

“Ben, you totally don’t have to answer that,” Eddie interjects, but Ben laughs.

“Well, it’s a good thing we don’t have to worry too much about money,” says Bev, “because I’m not going to fight Tom for Rogan and Marsh. He can just have it. I love designing, but it’s time for a fresh start. Who knows? Maybe I’ll start my own line.”

It turns out, as Bev explains, that although she was the one with a real passion for design and a goddamn fine arts degree, Tom really ended up taking total creative control of Rogan and Marsh. Eddie doesn’t know very much about fashion, but he thinks he has a pretty good idea of what Bev means when she says that Tom decided they’d focus exclusively on clothing with “clean lines and modern silhouettes.” Boring, safe, will sell well amongst wealthy white mommy bloggers.

Eddie remembers what Bev used to wear when they were young. She had unique taste. Whimsical, a little edgy. It seemed like she had maybe six or seven pieces of clothing in total, but somehow an endless variety of interesting outfits. It’s kind of fucked up that she ended up churning out like, Ann Taylor separates instead of getting to put her talents to real use.

“Speaking of um, separations,” Mike says, “Eddie, sorry. You do have a wife.”

“There’s literally no way,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “I don’t care what dimension or whatever, no way I was straight.”

“No one said that,” says Richie. “Just that you were stupid enough to marry a woman anyway. I Facebook stalked her when we were back in Derry.” Why…?

Richie lets go of Eddie’s hand to pull up Facebook on his phone and types in Myra Kaspbrak and then…

“Oh...my god. I married my mother.”

“Yeah, ya did,” says Richie, nodding. “I kept saying I wanted to fuck your mom but apparently not as much as you did.”

Myra’s Facebook page is not exactly a fountain of useful information, although she is an active Young Living essential oils distributor so she’s clearly a fan of multi-level marketing schemes and junk science, which is a red flag to say in the least.

And sure enough… Married to Edward Kaspbrak. There he is. There’s even a wedding picture with an extremely wide and extremely fake grin plastered on his face. Big yikes.

“Well, I have a great divorce lawyer if you need one,” says Bev.

“Yeah,” says Eddie, scrolling past some posts Myra made in a Homeowners Association group about neighborhood paint color regulations. “Yeah, Bev, can you send me that number?”

What a dumpster fire. It’s so bad he can’t even look away. She hits like every facet of human unpleasantness. Like just a giant ball of traits that Eddie can’t stand. Sanctimoniously Christian. Way too concerned about other people’s decorating schemes. Chronic vagueposting. Belief that you can prevent cancer with lemon juice in water. Minion memes.

How is he even going to go about dumping this lady? He knows nothing about their relationship except that it had to have been a farce.

How fucking deep in the closet was he? Because if Mike got it right and he’s the same person existing in two different dimensions—which is crazy as shit, although in fairness his bar for crazy shit has been raised pretty fucking high in the last three days—his gay ass was somehow fucking this woman of his own free will.

“What am I even going to tell her?” he wonders aloud.

“Oh that’s easy,” says Richie cheerfully. “Hey Myra, I met up with my friends from middle school and remembered that I’m gay. We’re getting divorced.”

The further Eddie scrolls down her Facebook, the less concerned he is about hurting her feelings, to the point where when she misquotes Marilyn Monroe with that if you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best bullshit, he decides then and there that Richie’s suggestion is good enough.

“I have her number, Eddie, if you want to call her,” says Mike.

“Yeah,” says Eddie. “I guess I’m gonna have to. But not tonight, it’s too late. Tomorrow.”

There’s a knock at the door.

“Also, uh,” says Richie, “are we not going to talk about the fact that both Eddie and Mike are gay?” He cranes his neck toward the door. “Hey Bill!” he shouts. “You gay too, man?”

“Am I what?” Bill calls back. Eddie rolls his eyes, then gets up to open the door for Bill.

Bill has his arms around Eddie before he even has a chance to take a breath. He buries his face in Eddie’s shoulder.

Richie blinks at them. “I said are you gay?”

Bill doesn’t even look up. “No, I’m bi. I did a whole exposé about it last year in Vanity Fair, it was at like all the grocery stores in the country. Why do you ask?”

“Because I think we’re all turning into the Village People.” says Richie. “I call Randy Jones.”

“You would,” says Eddie, hugging Bill back just as fiercely. That was… That means Richie is gay too, right? Or bi or something. He didn’t say it exactly like that but he also didn’t exclude himself from the group. Luckily, Bill gets up the courage to pry before Eddie can overthink it too much.

“Wait so I think I missed something,” he says. “Eddie said he was gay earlier, I’m bi…”

“I’m gay,” Mike pipes up.

“Oh really?” says Bill, disentangling himself from Eddie and looking very extremely interested all of a sudden. “I didn’t know that.”

“I just,” Mike chuckles, “I just kind of felt like we had bigger things to worry about at the time.”

Bill sits on the couch and looks like he’s about to answer, a smile at the corners of his mouth, when Richie butts in by elbowing him in the side.

“Well shit man,” Richie says. “I wish we’d all just started up that dinner by stating our names and who we like to fuck. I spent the whole time fucking terrified someone was going to figure out… Ben, Bev? You got anything to tell us?”

Eddie really wishes he would’ve finished that sentence. Even though like, realistically, he knows what’s coming. Richie likes men. Whether exclusively men or men and others… he has a chance.

“I got nothing,” says Ben with a shrug. “Sorry guys. I’m straight. Bev?”

“I’m bi too, actually,” says Beverly. Ben looks surprised for a split second and then kisses her on the cheek. She smiles at him. “This is the first time I’ve ever said it out loud though. My ex-husband… He-- Let’s just say he wouldn’t have been supportive.”

“Wow,” says Richie. “He sounds like a dick.”

“So does Eddie’s wife,” says Bev.

“Eugh.” Eddie grimaces. “Please don’t call her that. I didn’t marry her. And I’m going to un-marry her as soon as possible.”

Bill’s phone buzzes. He pulls it out and winces, types a reply.

“Uh oh,” says Richie. “Someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“I’m guessing your wife wasn’t too happy with you for just taking off, was she?” asks Mike.

“Actually,” says Bill, rubbing the back of his neck, “she was less mad about that and more about how I told her I was moving out as soon as I got back.”

“Oh wait, what?” says Eddie, turning to face him. “You too?”

“Boy do I know the club for you, Bill,” says Richie. “Maybe your lawyer will start giving you a discount for referrals, Bev.”

Eddie smacks him on the arm. “Fuck you, bro.” Richie grins even wider.

Bill sighs. “I just… I mean, can any of you imagine being married to someone that doesn’t know what you did this past weekend? Who’s never going to understand or even believe you?”

“Absolutely not,” says Eddie.

“But seriously,” Richie adds, “wouldn’t it be funny if you like all had the same divorce lawyer? You could have alimony brunches and shit.”

“I don’t think I really need a lawyer,” says Bill, shaking his head. “We had a pretty airtight prenup. She doesn’t need my money or anything, and I’d obviously give her whatever if she did. It’s not her fault she doesn’t… Anyway, yeah. I don’t really want to go home. Even though I really should keep packing.”

“Well,” says Richie, “as the French day, mi futon es su futon—”

Eddie can’t help himself. “Pretty sure no one says that—”

“Really?” Bill’s face lights up. “Thanks, Rich. I could get a hotel or something but… I don’t know. I don’t feel like being alone right now.”

“I feel that,” says Mike, nodding.

Bev’s head drops to Ben’s shoulder. “And as much as I hate to get off the phone,” he says, “I think we’re falling asleep over here. Would it be weird to just like stay on Skype until we all fall asleep?”

“I don’t know, is it weird that all I can think about is the next time I get to see all of you?” asks Bill.

“Is it weird that I feel like puking right now listening to you guys?” asks Richie.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #post-canon #fix it fic

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foreheadbrighterthanmyfuture · 6 years ago

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kksk Boruto au

-yeah i know most kksk in Boruto era has Sakura as the lonely housewife and Kakashi as the man who saved her from a shitty marriage and look, I love that but imagine this:

-Sakura and Kakashi starts dating post- war. They sorta had a back and forth post Itachi Pursuit arc and Summit arc had only confirmed it. This Sakura has more 3 dimensional feelings for Sasuke beyond he's the boy of my dreams uwu canon Sakura. Sasuke tried to killed her and Naruto and Kakashi and she's conflicted, she wanted to become stronger and stand side by side with Naruto and Sasuke but now realize she might have to let go that image if she wants to face facts. (okay so my other au might have tainted this hc)

-angst lovers: go wild with this time period. Shit, have him angst over the age difference. Have her cursing herself for choosing yet another impossible crush. Have them live in constant denial until it burst like a broken dam. Do a Rin parallel/comparison. Do a Sasuke version. Have them bond over being the ones left behind. Bond over being the two normals compared to Children of the Prophecy Naruto and Sasuke. Have Sakura go through depression and PTSD post war. Have Kakashi feel empty but stagnant after finding the answers to his suffering. It's prime real estate.

-Them dating mostly started out obliviously on Sakura's part and Kakashi misinterpreting her actions. Maybe she invites him to dinner or brings him lunch all the time. They have the awkward bumble moment and she wasn't averse to it. Sakura wonders out loud that it wouldn't be a bad idea if they date. It could even be fun. Well, fun turned serious and oh shit, they actually did fall in love with each other.

-Or maybe Sakura noticed they have the potential to be something more and she chases after him. idk, either way it's neat. I always liked the idea that Sakura was the type to chase her own destiny. I can't see her being passive with anything.

-So they have a son named Unsui when Sakura was 21 years old. His favorite uncle is Yamato. He's also a mama's boy.

-Imagine Kakashi celebrating his retirement by dancing cheesy tango with Sakura at a gala and their son would be hiding in the corner and trying to merge with the houseplants.

-No one is surprise when 3 months later, Sakura is pregnant again.

-Kakashi becomes a house husband to be more hands on in raising the kids. Sakura calls him her trophy husband.

-Okay, I'll be real with you: I just wanted to see Kakashi in dad sweaters and glasses.

-so does that mean Unsui was apart of the Boruto cast? Yeah. Mitsuki would be like Gaara if he had more appearances. Unsui vs Boruto rivalry would be one-sided because Unsui doesn't want to compete but he is a genius. Hell, he secretly wants to be a medic like his mom but was afraid he'll be seen as girly. Boruto always wants to prove something to the world.

-Sarada has a more flip-flop personality that's kinda like genin Sakura. She isn't as serious as OG Sarada but still has the same potential and motivations aka she wants to become Hokage. She has a crush on Boruto. She has 1 mom, 2 uncles, a creepy grandad and 1 creepy cousin. She hasn't seen her dad in years.

-Sarada arc is her going up to Kakashi for Sharingan training since Sasuke left again. Sakura bullies Kakashi into tutoring her goddaughter. Their daughter hates Sarada since she's a bratty daddy's girl

yeah I think that's all for now

#i tried to keep it as canon as possible #boruto au #kakasaku

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stone-man-warrior · 4 years ago

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January 4, 2021: 1:03 pm:

The clouds never expect it when it rains, But the sea changes colors, but the sea does not change. And so with the slow, graceful flow of age I went forth with an age old desire to please On the edge of... seventeen.

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From Bing:

“savant

[saˈvän(t), säˈvän(t)]

NOUN

a learned person, especially a distinguished scientist.See also idiot savant.

synonyms: intellectual · scholar · sage · philosopher · thinker · learned person · wise person · Solomon · guru · master · authority · mahatma · maharishi · pandit”

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The passage from the lyrics of Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks:

There was a time when people whisked around doing as they chose, as they needed, as they wanted to...

...Clouds of social organisms, free, in social order.

Then, when they were not expecting it, the Reign came from Britain, from the Vatican, from Canada... a sea of people, all clouds with a false sense of security, were overwhelmed with invisible offensive attack from unexpected reign.

That sea, ocean, plateau of elevated water, layer of clouds... free people... all changed in color, texture, vibe... the soul of the sea, ocean, layer of elevated clouds all changed in appearance slightly, slowly, but was still an ocean, sea. layer of darker, more ominous clouds in social order. They were all replaced. No one expected it to happen, no one was prepared, there was no guard, only illusion of security.

No one has noticed the absence of the clouds.

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Make your own assessment of the other part of that passage of lyrics. It seems to go more than one way, only Stevie Nicks knows what way is up.

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(account is hijacked again. The Centurylink terror has made the internet connection appear as if it is not connected to the internet, page won‘t refresh, “We Can’t Find That Web Address, Try Again Later... etc..” but the modem is working and all wire connections are good. terrorist bastards at Kate Brown Salem Witches Command Center terror cell is doing this through Centurylink to try to keep them all from facing a firing squad for treason)

2:20 pm:

I went to the terror doctor today, for a health appointment done by telephone conversation, will sitting in my car, in the parking lot of the terror doctor’s office, beneath a cellular telephone tower, where there are no real doctors.

Almost zero traffic going southbound this morning on the interstate, was unusual. Some notable observations include an ODOT project south of the city of Rogue River where one guy on foot w/orange safety vest was wondering around in the northbound median surrounded by orange cones, and one white pick up truck w/flashing yellow hazard lights was parked seemingly about to merge into southbound traffic from the median southbound. There was no indication of any work being done, and I did not see any markings on that white pick-up truck.

There were numerous instances in the soft shoulder along the 40 mile route I took today where indications of roll-over accident was present in the form of a lot of scattered debris at various places on the soft shoulder areas. There was a conflicting vibe at the North Medford Southbound I-5 exit area where a homeless tent city had been cleared away, but big heaps of trash remained at the places where each homeless tent had been. The conflict is that just a half mile further, at the actual freeway exit ramp, another homeless camp of tents was present as it was last time I went to Medford. That one at the off-ramp is all nice and tidy, many tents, all of them have a lot of stuff, all the stuff is all stacked and arranged neatly at the front of each tent. Maybe 15 tents in a area of about two acres to the right of the southbound off-ramp. So, one camp is present, clean, tidy, while the other was removed hastily with a lot of garbage left behind.

Many indications where the people of Medford seem to be speaking directly to me, with items, stance, position, three dimensional communication as I drove passed them, that boils down to: “We were told to stand right here, between this post, this trash can, these backpacks over here, and that fire hydrant over there” sort of way that many people, each individually were expressing. I cannot be more specific without getting potentially innocent people killed.

It was a phone appointment that I went to in Medford. The health service provider was “Denise”, I had written the name wrong yesterday. Before I left my house I thought of the options, which were to go to the terror doctor office to take a phone appointment in the parking lot since they are not allowing anyone to go into the clinic, or, stay home to take the call for the phone appointment from the terror doctor. The medicine I need is not available with electronic prescription to the pharmacy from a doctor in Oregon, so, a paper hard copy is required. So, if I stay home to take the call, I could go to the office at another time later on. But, it’s a terror doctor, they have been trying to kill me for five years, so, the call could be manipulated in ways that are beyond what I can think of, and they can kill me at home or at the terror doctor, there is no advantage either way. The only thing that will guarantee that I get my medicine, is to be there at the time of the scheduled appointment, be it phone call or otherwise. So, reluctantly, I chose to go, in order to be there at the appointment time so that if the call is manipulated there is a better chance that security type people will see that, if I am there, better than if I am not there at the appointment time.

So I get there, check in with the secret special door knock you have to do to get the people to come out of the office to check in for a phone call to happen. Then, I took a walk around, the phone rang, the number is from the terror doctor, I answered, there was no one there on the call. The call ended before I picked up the call. The caller did not leave a message. So, I call back the number, then, I realize I am standing fifty feet away from the place I was returning the call to while listening to endless menu options that the place uses when you call them. It’s hit or miss to call there, maybe someone answers, maybe not. So I hung up that call and walked to the door, to explain that there was no one on the call when the phone rang. The person who opened the office door told me that the appointment was not for another fifteen minutes, just to wait for the call. “The call already happened, the person who called, hung up, the call ended” I said. So, again it was “Just wait by your phone, Denise will call you at your appointment time” from the terror doctor front door monitor.

The call came in at the appointment time as I was told it would.

After the appointment call, I went back to the door, from my car, in the parking lot, to get the prescription. That is when a man driving a black Ford F-150 new looking crew cab truck pulled up to the parking spot nearest the front door, he got out, and was dressed the same as I was dressed. That is when I knew he was the replacement that was supposed to make the hit at the front door. I watched carefully as he did a song a dance dog & pony show at the front door, he brought a brown paper bag with him, it had the name Erica written on it. I was thinking either there is a human head in the large brown bag, or, it’s an enormous stool sample. I suspect it was a symbolic stool sample, something that says “Holy Shit” real quick at the terror doctor, to say something went wrong somewhere, like that gal that was ran through with her own sword the other day in my bathroom, I suspect that one was a Walgreen‘s terror soldier, and Walgreen’s and the Pain Center are very closely associated, so, I think he went there to the terror doctor to be my replacement, but also was prepared to do the “Holy Shit” notification in event that he saw me there, which he did, hence: “Holy Shit, what is he doing here, and where is our Walgreen‘s swords-person at?” is the secret coded message when a Brown Paper Bag is hand carried to the terror doctor by the assassin who failed the hit.

Other stuff happened too, but I don’t want to be typing all day about this when there are no people who are willing to speak with me about any of what I report here.

One other notable thing at the parking was a large commercial jet made a sharp turn while on ascent, it was too sharp, too low, unusual to see that coming out of Medford International Airport, and at the same instant, a loud locomotive train whistle sounded from nearby, but there are no train tracks anywhere around there. That commercial jet had taken off in a southerly direction, is not normal, they usually take off to the north, and land also while traveling north.

A man bolted out of the Crater Lake Surgery Center next door wearing sky blue (hideous blue) shirt, ran to the block wall at the back of the parking lot, and jumped over the wall, and ran towards the Little Caesars Pizza that is over in that direction, where a UPS Big Brown delivery truck was parked. (Reminder that at Medford International I once saw a commercial jet crash and do cartwheels down the runway with big... giant size fireball, I also saw that same airplane trying to avoid collision with someone using the same kind of flying contraption used by someone who is called “Jet Man”, there are YouTube video’s available to see the very small jet aircraft I am talking about and once saw “Playing Chicken” with full size commercial airliners at Medford International, more details are somewhere on this Tumblr account. There were no news reports of the fiery crash at the airport, per usual. Also, same day as that airplane crash, at least I think so, other explosion happened somewhere near Biddle & McAndrews. I saw a very large part of a building come flying out of the sky and land on McAndrews, and tumble through intersection, some cars were struck by flying explosion debris prior to the airplane crash by ten minutes or so. That building was a octagon shape, as if a very large hot tub crash landed)

I counted nine United Parcel Service Freight (UPS; Big Brown) 40 foot long trailers on the way home and passed them by, one triple, and three doubles, big rig UPS Freight all going north, all within one mile of each other on the interstate.

I also passed by a Haggan Daas Ice Cream Delivery truck on the way to Medford while going south, is notable for the giant size graphic on the side of the truck, a big Single Scoop of chocolate ice cream, still in the scooper, was present... I suppose it could have been Rocky Road Ice Cream, single scoop on the side of the Hagen Daas ice cream deliver wagon, Southbound, I-5 nearby Valley of the Rogue State Park exit.

There was much Three Dee terror Comm on the ride home. One Special Operative Oregon Department of Transportation white pick-up truck with ODOT logo on the door, w/very special and unique one of a kind aluminum diamond plate truck shell/cover, “not available in stores”, custom made looking cover. Means “ODOT Special Assignment”, is bad news for me. Danger, high alert.

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4:00 pm:

Other observation for people who may be keeping score of events, is a correction to previously stated, misinterpreted, terror bullshit at Monroe’s and Chartrand’s last week. I explained recently about new arrival terror soldiers occupying the Monroe Offensive Surveillance Travel Trailer. One day last week I said there was a dark colored car, SUV... “Part shoe box, part mini van“ parked at the trailer, then, next day, it was a copper colored GMC or Toyota truck, I think is a Canyon model GMC. So today I see what is going on with that mixup as the “Part Shoe Box, Part Mini Van“ black vehicle is parked at 376 Jackpine as of this writing, at the house in the far back part of that property at “Chartrand’s Royal Canadian Mounted Police/Oregon State Police” terror cell. The “Black Shoe Box Van” was there at the Monroe Offensive Trailer, then they did a switcheroo on that, took it from the Monroe Trailer, to Chartrand’s, and put that other copper colored stolen GMC or Toyota brand new looking truck at the Monroe trailer, that one is usually in the Monroe driveway, it never goes anywhere.

Also today on the way to the terror doctor, there were at least 7 newer looking Ford Mustangs, at least three of those were convertibles. The Mustangs are special somehow around here, I think they are roled out to say something about Power, because of “Horse Power” is the standard measure for power of a motor.

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4:19 pm:

Other very complex terror communication derived of many parts displayed in many places, in many ways says a simple idea, so, just the result of the read about that is:

“Terror comes in ‘singles’, in ‘Ones’, as “individual units” and other ways of saying “Single Unit”, so, I noticed that there were some Amazon Prime Big Rig trailers on the road today, those only use one long trailer, Amazon does not use double or triple trailers that I have seen so far. What is remarkable about that is that the company is said to be so many billions of dollars worth of company, yet they cannot afford to use a matching truck tractor cab for towing the Amazon Prime trailers around. All of the Amazon Trailers are pulled with some other color, random, not uniform big rig towing tractor truck & trailer.

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4:28 pm:

Repeat terror happened to me today, I wrote about it before, so, today’s rendition of repeatable terror scenario to make me crash my car, as follows:

I am going north on Biddle Road. I get to McAndrews. A very big red trash truck is turning right from McAndrews to Biddle. The Big Red Trash Truck says “This truck is powered by CNG Fuel” with giant graphics. That truck stopped real fast as if it hit something while turning the corner in front of me a few car lengths ahead. The truck continued to make it’s turn, while I was doing the math: “lets see... C n G... hmmmm.... Holy See Gnosis Trash Big Red parting of the Red See trash Service... what company is that?... I can‘t see that far ... this mini van is in the way....“

So that happened as I approach Food For Less on Biddle, and across the street from there is Black Rock Coffee drive through kiosk in the same parking lot as a Exhaust & Muffler shop, I forget the name of the muffler shop.

I pass by the Big Red Trash Truck, it says “Rogue Disposal Service” on the door.

That is when the car in front of me slams the brakes on, stops, because the car in front of that one slammed the brakes on and stopped, in the far right lane of Biddle Road, in front of Black Rock Coffee Kiosk Drive Through, then, that car, turns left, across four lanes of traffic, into the Black Rock Kiosk Drive Through Coffee.

Four lanes of traffic were crossed... and Biddle Road was crowded.

I avoided “Bad Day at Black Rock” by only a few inches when everything just stopped in front of me in the far right lane.

“Bad Day at Black Rock” is a old movie that is famous as a source for terror command shell language to come from. The story line, characters, and background art.... more, is all used by the terror army to advance commands and marching orders as is Wizard of Oz, Back to the Future, and Star Wars to name a few.

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5:10 pm:

Dog & Pony show terror murder hit scenario playing out now at Monroe’s:

I step out for a walk, as I do, the Google terror representative from Bad Guy Auto begins to light a yard waste fire that was prepared there this morning and left there by the Monroe pond, ready to light when I went out just now, and that is what happened. So, I don‘t want to walk by having seen the exact same Dog & Pony Show before, they know I will take an alternate route to get my mail, which I did, went through the woods, where I encountered another Monroe in a Toyota Prius, yet a different Prius than the previous two that were over there this past year. That Monroe is all in my mailbox, lingers there in the Prius, sees me waiting near the road, then moves forward and turns around, waves at me as he drives away with my mail. Then, I walk on the road to my driveway, and two of “The People Who Show Up” are there to huddle around the yard waste fire, they don‘t think I am going to walk by there because they shoot at me so often from there, so that’s when I know there is another Monroe somewhere in the creek sneaking into my house. I did walk by though, and everyone is acting as if we are all old friends waving at me and wanting to make chit-chat. There is a fake Deb Monroe there pretending to be all friendly as I pass by, starts to talk about something that happened at midnight on the day before Christmas, which really means she is going to try to steal my prescriptions I got today at the terror doctor, and is the reason that “The People Who Show Up” showed up with that Bad Guy Auto terror Google representative. The fake Deb said hello. I told her I was going to revoke her SAG Card for being a Ham, then I came home. They have back-up waiting at Chartrand’s inside a running car with foot on the brake, and some gunshots were fired at Manning’s at 598 MedDems terror cell. Those things were done to make sure I don‘t hurt Bad Google Guy, Fake Deb, or those others who were hovering around just in the shadows, out of view. The gunshots and the running car w/foot on brake says: “Don’t even try anything, you are outnumbered” at minimum.

I think the man in the Prius is the same man that was driving that black Ford F-150 Crew cab and was dressed like me earlier today, and brought a big brown grocery bag to “Erica” at the terror doctor.

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7:10 pm:

Local Update:

Observations at the Bell terror cell at 445 in absence of any perceived activity there for a number of days is a difference in the animal behavior there. The local deer population has again seemingly been reduced all around the area, while the Bell’s where there at 445, the deer used gather in groups around the southwest corner of the garage there. To my understanding, a previous terror occupant installed some nitrous gas release, or exhaust tubes into the ground there. My perception of how that was done is in association to an outdoor restroom that is at the 445 address, where I was told that the septic system for that house, and that outdoor restroom had been modified so that nitrous and other airborne gasses could be pumped into the closet flange where the toilet for the outdoor restroom is at, then, the gas is released into the air in the yard, through the leach-lines of the septic system, where those extra tubes where attached in the ground nearby the front corner of that garage where the deer used to like to gather at 445 Bell’s terror cell. The deer are no longer gathering at the corner of the garage at Bell’s, now, they are gathering on the front driveway above where there is a culvert that runs beneath the driveway at Bell’s. That culvert is a tubular one, about 16 inch diameter, and is a place where terror soldiers are known to hide inside of that culvert under the front driveway at 445 Bell’s terror cell. So, I have been seeing the deer stand there at that culvert daily now in absence of the Bell’s there at the residence. The animals like the nitrous gas, they tend to follow the invisible clouds of it. Sparacino’s can gather and bring with them dozens of wild turkeys by exposing them to the nitrous, the turkeys go where ever the nitrous goes, and the Sparacino’s use the noise made by all of those turkeys as a cover for their advance on an attack. I suppose that idea also works for deer also. I see terror soldiers walking among deer from time to time, while holding on to the deer as they walk along, crouched and disguised. That culvert at Bell’s 445 is something is something that I need to be mindful of whenever I take a walk to the mailbox even when there is creek water running in the culvert. A possum introduced into the culvert will make sure that there is no one hiding in it.

There is a larger concrete culvert under my driveway, one that has proven to be big enough for not one, but two Royal Canadian Mounted Police disguised as Oregon State Police, who hide in the concrete tunnel beneath my driveway, and swing a sword as I walk by there.

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8:10 pm:

On the return trip back home from the terror in Medford, I was reminded of something I would prefer to forget about when I passed by the house on the corner of Russell Road & Jackpine Dr. There, out in the horse pasture behind that house where some horse stables are at, was a familiar portable structure. The structure is only big enough to put a rain cover over one horse, one cameraman, one kidnapped victim, and one or two audience members. The structure is old, been moved around all over the place, is for when victims are kidnapped and the SAG ClubMed Junket members want to see someone having sex with a horse, donkey, or even an African Lion. I usually see that set up in the horse pasture area at the fence line at 333 Jackpine where it meets 315. Many years ago they used to set that up at the house behind mine where there were two donkeys for about twenty three years there. The thing is set up behind the house on Russell and Jackpine near where there is a dark colored truck parked out in the horse pasture, the truck never moves, has been there for years. So, what that means, is that the JP Morgan Chase Bank terror cell is there at that house on the corner, and are ready to make some bestiality/snuff movies. The animals kill the victims during the activity most of the time. The JP Morgan Chase Bank branch on the corner of 7th St. and Midland Ave. is most likely to be there doing that, as I have seen them do that before. They use the bank vault too for the same thing at that branch. It’s not uncommon to see farm animals in the lobby at the JP Morgan Chase Bank on 7th & Midland. One of the terror tellers there I think her name is Adrian Wytcherly, supplies some of the farm animals that are used at the bank vault for that kind of snuff movie. There are a whole bunch of Wycherly family members in Josephine County, they are some of the oldest known terror family cells I am aware of in Oregon. Where Wycherly’s are found, so are the Shippy Family. I have seen the African Lions in the vault there with kidnapped victims. There is another gal who goes by the name “De la Rosa” who was there the times I saw the Lions, she looks a lot like Kate Brown, about the same size and weight too, and could easily do impersonating of the Governor. There is a man who pretends to be a bank customer who has been in that branch every time I have gone, I am pretty sure his name is Richard, and is the person who runs Richard’s Welding on Merlin Galice road, next to the Shell gas station in Merlin Oregon.

As bad as all of that sounds, in comparison to other terror, that is more like a tourism brochure: “Come to Oregon! Enjoy the Wildlife, and Beautiful Scenic views”.

Some of the Wytcherly’s live on Three Pines Road, or, visit a place there. East of the corner of Wilson Ave on Three Pines is an wrought iron gate, that leads to a house on a hill above “Dead Man’s Curve” where there is a nice pond right there, and a old fashioned wind mill on a tower for pumping water from a well to fill the pond.

It turns out, after thinking about some of my encounters with “De la Rosa”, that it’s equally likely that Kate Brown could easily do impersonation of “De la Rosa” who is about as Spanish as is Taylor Swift, their names are similar in other ways. “De la Rosa” could actually be Kate Brown, Oregon Governor.

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9:07 pm:

That terrorist bitch that was in my bathroom night before last who put the sword on the toilet seat, I almost sat on the sword, then grabbed it with the toilet paper roll.... and turned the sword around to run her through with it... that one... might have been Kate Brown... de la Rosa.

Brown is a German name.

Clyde Baum’s house changed ownership of record from Powers to Brown about 8 years ago-ish.

We have to do a decode of everything that is “Wall”.

Walgreen‘s... with a German decode. “V Val Green‘s”. How do you say “Green“ in German?

Have to do the same for Walmart. “V Val Mart”, that gets directly into the Vatican Choir to Vivaldi.

Walmart = V Val Mart = Vi Val di mar T = Vi Val di mar X = Vi Val di mar cross = Vi Val dimark Cross = Vivaldi Mark Cross = Classical Mark X = C L Ass I C Al Mark Cross = Holy See, Ass Eye See Artificial Intelligence Cross ...

Walmart = Classical Mark X = Classical Jesus = Sail

Walmart = Sail

I already know that Mark Ross, and/or Mark Cross is someone who claims to work or otherwise be associated to Walmart. That I already learned this past year.

Sail. To move the Pirate Ship.

There may be ways to test that. The people at Walmart will know if that math works out. The ones who wear the vests, work the Service Counter will have some kind of response to the word “Sail” when spoken as a sail on a mast for moving a boat. If so, that response could help to make the necessary connection to the rest of that math, if it’s any good.

They would also have a response for Vivaldi, and Mark Ross.

Mark Cross is a maker of “Fine Leather Goods”

I think “Walgreen‘s” needs to be done in a German dialect with similar Text Math.

VIVALDI - Four Seasons - Alexandra Conunova - Orchestre International de Genève

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Once upon a time, there was only ten months in the year, with only two seasons, Summer, and Winter. Then, someone came along and decided that the Equinox was also important, so, they tacked two extra months onto the calendar, but, put them at the beginning of the year, as January and February, thereby putting March in third place, out of the spotlight.

March, became nothing to be concerned about.

By putting those two months on the beginning rather than the end, where they may have been better suited to go, gave the people who decided that the Equinox was important, a slight advantage of understanding and control of knowledge, thereby, may have been the very first application of Gnosis over Knowledge, which is the advantage made possible by control of Real Knowledge.

And thus, the two seasons, Summer and Winter, became Four Seasons, by a division in half, for a quotient of quarters, by addition of Two in the Back at the Head.

Quotes, are a Text element: “Two Blood Moons to Start the March”.

Two in the back at the head, divided with a can of steel:

Scary.

And terrorism was born. A quest of control of all of the land on Earth, by Pirating of Time at the beginning, as a means to the end.

To Divide, a verb, it turns out, is more than the key to the conquer, it’s divinity of the Text.

Walmart is the Sail of the contemporary Pirate Ship where customers are nailed to the mast, to propel the boat with their wind. Jesus’ in the breezes.

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11:06 pm:

Let’s have a look at Trump’s “Wall” for a quick decode:

Wall = V V All = V Twin All = V X Win = V Cross Win = V Cross V V I N = V V I I V = VVIIV = W”V = WWV = Waves = Air Support = Terror Air Force at 535 Jackpine Dr. and Erickson Air Crane of Eagle Point Oregon

... V V I I V = Vatican 57 Vatican = Vatican Heinz 57 Vatican = Vatican’s Take Saws = Ohh My, Gobsmacked! = Blades of God = A Right Off = “It is Written“ = It’s Text = The Text = Bible

... V V I I V = 55 2 5 = ..... Muslim terror numerical algorithm language presented to entertain anti-terror agencies globally... then... after millions of US Citizens are murdered, on US soil, at home, the security team takes notice, see’s truth... the terror responds with a “sex sell’s sail” ...

... The 5:00 mark... here:

“singing “Come away, come away, come away...”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmPgMc3R8zg&list=RDUmPgMc3R8zg&start_radio=1

Well then suddenly there was no one Left standing in the hall In a flood of tears that No one really ever heard fall at all Oh I went searchin' for an answer Up the stairs and down the hall Not to find an answer, just to hear the call Of a nightbird singing "Come away" (Come away)

Trump supporters rush the White House in the first week of January 2021 in effort to sex up the terror, bringing it even closer to home at the White House, anti terror agents are called to a trap by a Knight-bird... AF-1... the leader of the terrorists. The anti-terror agents have been fooled again... they are not aware that the White House was sold like a pharm... along with stories or Pride and Hope at the Auction two decades ago, after the renters decided to buy it with a steel disk count of thirty years of occupancy there. Capitol Sex Distraction at the WH to draw attention away from Global terror HQ in Oregon.

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... V V I I V = 55 25

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(1-7-2021: 7:26 pm: addition to:

... V V I I V = 55 25

The shit goes sideways right there in the terror math even more than it already it.

British terror includes five quarters. One and one quarter is what humans are composed of as a whole, five parts, all are quarters, they are unequal, are “Drawn & Quartered” when Brits do the math, that goes sideways in at least two directions with a “call to arms” as the draw, and a place to stay as “The quarters”. The other direction is done with equestrian means, horses, to “draw & quarter”, pull physically apart, use a sword to quarter limbs and head into five parts, torso does not count, is not part of the math. Two arms, two legs, one head, are the five quarters when the math is done British style under Vatican Christian Hokus Pokus rules.

So, 55 = a ten divided by two... is a “half” or “Two Piece at the Pollo Loco”.

That 25 then is the head of the bird at the Pollo Loco.

Other Math, alternate division:

The 55 is two SDA soldiers swinging a sword on a “high/low” attack, one swings at the feet, the other at the head, at the same time, is a “high/low”, the 25 is the head rolling around on the ground, and they don‘t talk about feet, they don‘t want to get caught doing pedophilia trafficking for the Pope, so, they stay quiet about matters of the feet on a “high/low” attack by SDA mating pair Christian terror cult members.

I suppose the shit goes sideways in three directions, my bad, I saw only two at first.

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Wall = ... = Air Support = Terror Air Force at 535 Jackpine Dr. and Erickson Air Crane of Eagle Point Oregon

(Take that to “Mark Cross Fine Leather Goods” from the “Walmart” decode above)

https://www.markcross.com/?msclkid=746c57034eff1776e4e808f0b5802b46&utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=Mark%20Cross%20-%20Branding%20-%20Search%20-%20US&utm_term=Mark%20Cross&utm_content=Official

Then, you carry your leather over to Stevie Nicks, she is going to Trade you that leather for her Lace. You need to say some magic words, she is a Witch, so, magic words have to happen there, maybe “Eagle Point” where the Air Support comes from will work, as long as Don Henley is saying it, otherwise, Stevie might respond to “Landslide” as a workable magic word.

Don Henley = Donald Trump Bird = Donald Trump Air Support

(You are Donald Trump as of that moment.)

That checks out real good.

You need the song Leather & Lace, a Duet by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley, and five minutes on the clock at a pro basketball game where each team starts with 100 points, and five minutes to score as much as possible, Canadian Style (basketball was invented by a Canadian).

“Leather & Lace” ~Stevie & Don w/five minutes on the clock:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ob4cgakHwsQ

Make the trade, leather for lace.

Now you got laid, and have Lace, some Text in the aisle (sex math goes here)

“Biblical” begins right there.

(What could go wrong? Donny has a terror air force called Air Support and a Bible after that. Pompeo keeps the Bible in his inside left jacket pocket along side Bob Dole’s Pen. The Bible is called a “Cadet Bible”, is custom made, special words, special passages, you need to have one in order to know what Mike Pompeo has in his pocket, is holding for Trump. Dole, is a company that makes pineapple products on Maui, Hawaii. Go Figure. The Cadet Bible comes with a Bikini, that one is not a good thing, trust me, you don’t want that kind of Bikini, is a terror Bikini, a Two-Piece for Cadets, from the Top. Double D. D-Day. Two Dimensional, SAG card in good standing, dues paid in full).

(it’s 12:46 am: 1-5-2021: I am too tired to continue, this decode needs more work. This one is, well, it’s a Key that unlocks a lot of other terror decodes. Maybe I can do more later, unless you want to take a whack at it, or come talk to me, that would be much more expeditious)

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... = V Cross V Vin = V Cross V AF1 = V X V AF1 = 5 10 5 AF1 = ...

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... = V Twin All = V Twin Awl = V Twin Scribe = V Twin Script = V Twins Crypt = ...

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1-6-2021: 2:25 pm: Addition:

Back to this part of Trump’s Wall presidential terror math:

“... = V Cross V Vin = V Cross V AF1 = V X V AF1 = 5 10 5 AF1 = ... “

... 5 10 5 AF1 = 5 1 0 5 AF1 = 5 1 5 0 AF1 = 5150 AF1 = Pollo Loco = Crazy Chicken = One Bad Bird = Experimental Chicken ...

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... 5 10 5 AF1 = 5 1 0 5 AF1 = 5 1 5 0 AF1 = 5150 AF1 = Pollo Loco = Crazy Chicken = One Bad Bird = Rotten Egg = Aerial Gas Attack

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... 5 10 5 AF1 = 5 1 0 5 AF1 = 5 1 5 0 AF1 = 5150 AF1 = Crazy Eagle = Don Henley & Stevie Nicks Duet: Leather & Lace = ... (that story above about trade, and five minutes on the clock at a Canadian Basketball Game where the score starts at 100 vs 100, or, “Two dead bitches” doing some tradin‘)

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(technically, there are two separate parallel walls)

... = V Twin Awls = V Twin All Wood El Services = V Twin All Wood Ell Services = V Twin All Wood Capitol Services = Vatican Twin All Wood Capitol Services = Vatican Twin All Treason Capitol Services = Vatican Fascist All Treason Capitol Services = VFATCS = V Fat C’s = Vatican Fat Cats

Wall = Vatican Fat Cats

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1-5-2021: 12:57 pm: addition:

From Vatican Fat Cat’s, presidential terror comm puzzle parts “Don Trump-Henley”, go in tandem, a duet of “Eagles and Dove’s”, along with Stevie Nicks, a SAG representation from Capital Records Building (maybe is only the messenger, kept in the echo chamber dungeon beneath the building. watched over by Frank Sinatra’s Microphone down in the hole there, until she is needed for sending messages), into the front door at Amp Guru, where Stevie’s people (captor’s?) are at, Lindsey Buckingham and Christine McVie, where Lindsey takes the Lace as Down Payment towards a Whole Lot of Linen” (Ann Wilson’s Wardrobe), and Christine McVie sets hands out keys, from “The Key Board at the Valet Parking at The Luxor”, where Amp Guru is at. There, “Tribute to Pink Floyd’s Welcome to the Machine” is forever managed to revolve by Christine McVie, where she is initialized at the Turntable (Technique’s SL Q-2 Quarts Direct Drive w/Strobe), and she becomes Trump Initialized as “DJX“ (that’s Christine McVie doing a Transgender Trump as “The DJX” at the Turntable as a reincarnation of the characters Tin Tin and Kyrano from the 1960′s TV series The Thunderbird’s, all morphed into a single being, and is from whence Amp Guru came from. The two tend to mesh together, and are listed as a single character: Tin-Tin Kyrano = DJX Machine Revolutionary)

Then, from that, where Roger Waters and David Glimour of Pink Floyd are eternally sitting atop a super colossal enormous pyramid, entertaining everyone eternally, with the ominous sounds of Welcome to the Machine, and all of the Windsor’s of Buckingham Palace and all of the Christians of the McVatican are making Cheeseburgers, from the meat locker that is USA’s population, all in effort to maintain The-Heart-Beat-of-America while feeding the beast, Ann Wilson, who has an insatiable appetite for American Cheeseburgers, but is finicky, only will eat them while inside of a Enormous Super Colossal Pyramid.

From there... everything that is Egyptian, is used as a sail to power the pirate ship.

Egyptians knew about the secrets of the feline animals, as do I. You either know about the secrets of a cat, or you don‘t.

That is where the song “Walk Like an Egyptian” by The Bangles, fits in as a command orders, and, also serves as a cover, so that no one will learn the secrets of a cat. If you start a Cracker Jack’s Decoder Ring decode on that song, it will take you deep into the realm of “Rampart Division at The Coliseum”, and towards “The Hell’s Angels do Security for Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones”, and of course “Jon D’Arms of Winchell’s Doughnuts”, the place of origin of Chanel #5 and N-95 Masks”, and beyond ... into space... the final frontier ...

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It can go in a lot more directions, it’s presidential terror comm, so, there will be three outcomes. One heavenly, one devilish, one ghostly or hidden meaning. That one, Vatican Fat Cats, looks more like bonus to me. I think the “V Twin“ part is going to lead somewhere though, and the “Awl” seems a good “Jesus was a Carpenter” peace to have stumbled onto, could be part of something: “V Twin Awls” is a good place to start over, on another day, unless you want to take a whack at it.

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11:44 pm:

I having some recollection of a time between 1998 - 2002 or so when I was held captive and forced to create a lot of graphics, drawings, technical things, inventions I never got credit for and others are profiting from.... a lot of high level terror artwork is what I had to make... that part about “Vatican Fascists All Treason Capitol Services” goes with this Beatles classic.

It might be better to say: “Vatican SAG All Treason Capitol Services”

McCartney asks for directions and assistance from the WH, so, WH/Vatican gives him Google Maps, some traveling money, a US VISA, plenty of Political Asylum, some swords, airplanes, Third Amendment Violations, and a whole bunch of other stuff. There should be a remaster of the song from around 2000 or so if my memory is working.

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January 7, 2021: 6:21 pm: Addition to:

[Oh I went searchin' for an answer Up the stairs and down the hall Not to find an answer, just to hear the call Of a nightbird singing "Come away" (Come away)]

[From above, when the WH was stormed by Trump supporters at the 5:00 mark]

Then this:

Well I hear you in the morning And I hear you at nightfall Sometime to be near you Is to be unable to hear you, my love I'm a few years older than you (I'm a few years older than you) my love

Time warp terror... those Trump supporters were filmed rushing the White House sometime between 2001 and 2008. The story is “a few years older than you, my love” (comes with a hauntingly familiar echo)

“You” become “My Love” right there, at that moment.

Refer to “Come Down“ (scroll to the bottom) by the band Bush for the keys that unlock secrets about “love = zero”, a tennis score element somewhere nearby a net, funnel, and Cello at a Castle. Annette Funicello... and onward into the Russian Mother of all Hoaxes with a Disney land vibe, and an E-Ticket to ride Mr.Toad’s Wild Ride at the Theme Park.... eternally.... on, and on, and on, and on... etc... and so on...

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This goes above in the part about Donald Trump’s Wall decode where it turns into a terror air force based in Eagle Point Oregon with air force General Bruce & Janice Freeberg at 535 Jackpine Dr. in Grants Pass 97526. (Bruce is dead, he is inside of a stolen F-18 national guard fighter jet trainer at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean off the Oregon Coast, not far from Brookings.)

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1-5-2021: 2:16 pm: addition:

Important consideration:

I have done this decode before. The pieces all came together in remarkably similar ways simply by starting at a few particular places in history.

The “Secrets of a Cat” is no small thing. It’s so big that the last time I mentioned “The Secrets of a Cat”. Juseph Myers of 560 Jackpine, a neighbor with whom I have never spoken with in more than 20 years, and his terror cell members went out on a mission to collect all of the cats, small, four legged feline animals that make great pet’s. They collected thousands of cats, and killed all of the cats, and tortured many of the small animals, only because I said “secrets of a cat” online, wrote it down. There was a drummer I knew, “Crack Head Jed”, who turned out to be part of the Myers terror cell, and Drummer Jed used to cut the heads off of he cats collected by Myers, and keep them in a big glass jar he had... the cat heads continued to Meeowe for as much as two-weeks after being cut of of the cat body, and there they were, on a kitchen/dining room counter top on display in the big jar, all meeowing away... about twenty of them, when I learned about that, in around 2002. Drummer Jed lived at the house that was nearest to the school bus parking garage entrance at Grants Pass High School at the time when I saw and heard the cat heads in the jar in his dining room. He and others from Myers have been trying to kill me to take my home for a long time. The Jed parts of the Myers terror cell extend over to a place called “The Laughing Clam Restaurant Bar & Grill” on G St. A man by the name of Scotty worked there, was a guitar player along with Jed on drums at various venues, including JD’s Sportsbar on Red Wood Hwy. where there is entrance to underground tunnels behind the bar and inside of refrigerator. The JD’s Sportsbar is nearby the County Fair Grounds, but more important is that it’s nearby the company that provides all of the school bus services for schools outside of Grants Pass city limits, District 7 Schools. The Buses are on Ringuette, and that, is next door to the County Zoning Department, and that, is across a footbridge that leads to the All Sports Park... endless access to children of all ages, can be associated to the Myers terror cell, and, as I already have reported many times, the Myers are national leadership of the Green Jello terror cell, and Green Jello is Universal, NBC, Comcast, where David Letterman heads the east coast chapter, and Jay Leno heads the west coast chapter, of Green Jello terror cell, for doing international terrorism on a grand scale.

So, be advised that the things I write to try to get some help, are used to hurt others, while making me look as the bad guy. That, is a component of the Christian terror on all of it’s levels, to conjure up whatever is necessary to advance the Christian Pirate ship out of the air, and blame others, while propelling the boat forward at the same time. What happens to me, has happened to millions of other people who did not live long enough to explain any of it to you, or to any one who could help.

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1-5-2021: 3:11 pm: Addition:

More about the hijacking of Time with insertion of “Two Blood Moons at the Back of the Head as a means to End”

It’s easy to see that there was a vertical division of annual time before January and February were tacked onto the head of the Gregorian Calendar. The addition of the two months created a horizontal divisor on the annual calendar. You could study for ages to get a lot of info out of a “Time Cross” where two halves became four seasons of the same whole as the two halves, for net gain of Zero Time, with vast increase of texture within the whole annual.

With that perspective, we know exactly who hijacked time, when it happened, how it is used as weapon, and that “To Divide is Divine, to Conquer Made Just, in the Nick of Time”

It keeps looking more and more as Stevie Nicks is either a slave, or takes pride in assuming the position of The Russian Whore that is the Mother of all Hoaxes. who ran off with Marcus at the Christening of the Christian Pirate Ship, 2021 years ago.

Moore:

E = MC² is part of a formula that describes something other than what everyone has been brainwashed to believe. That is only a tiny fragment of the whole equation. I have done the math, it’s lengthy and complex, sophisticated but straight forward and is easy to follow, but not easy to catch.

It’s a mathematical equation that discuses within it how lies and falseness will forever accelerate at such an exponential rate, that true, real knowledge, is never able to catch up to it, as the lies are accelerating down range, out into the future, while the truth chases after it, and is only interested in measuring the size and speed of the lies as they increase, indefinitely forward.

It’s the non-equate equation, where G > K, where G = Gnosis, K = Knowledge, but there is a time component that is built in with a square of a Carpenter, the Compass of a captain, to make lies that last forever, because it turns out that Christopher Columbus did not “Forget” the compass, he tossed it over board on purpose, while keeping a secret one, in his pocket.

That said, the “E” can also transcribe to “Power” as it is contained in the equation, but that is a trap built into the equation, don‘t go there. Instead barrow the E to make Power... Energy, as a means to see that Power = Alpha, then, E = A... Power = Alpha

So, you have A as the strongest thing, most important tool, most desirable item, etc...

Then, you carry the A over to January and February.

Simplify.

Jan

Feb

Change the e to a: Feb = Fab, and is second of the additional annual blood moons, and has a secondary Alpha built in now.

Feb becomes Fab right there.

F-A-B is what the Thunderbird’s say when they are on a mission.

Jan & Fab are now more subject matter that needs further decode assessment.

That’s as far as I have gone with January & February, but I have not applied the “Brew” of February yet to anything.

(1961 Chevy Impala roles into the service station over-heating, clouds of steam coming out from the hood, lots of hissing sounds going on under the hood... driver shouts:

“Does anyone have a T-Bag?“)

It happened again, almost the same way, except the vehicle was a 1986 Toyota SR-5 Extra Cab Manual Transmission that overheated the same kind of way, and was brought home, over-heating, clouds of steam all coming out from under the hood, lots of hissing sound under there... the drivers father shouts:

“Does anyone have a T-Bag?”

In around 1987 I began a mission, a quest, to find a pre-1975 Ford Bronco that I could afford to buy. I searched everywhere, but only when I had some money, so, like three times over a course of about twenty years I looked around for a Bronco. In my search for the illusive Ford Bronco, I encountered the Toyota Land Cruiser FJ-40 and FJ-45 models of off road goodness. The FJ-45 is a “Holy Grail” grade vehicle... not for sale anywhere, not available for any amount of money. I wound up skipping the Bronco, they had become too expensive over time, and found a suitable Toyota FJ-40 while looking for a Ford Bronco.

US Department of Defense contracts out assignments to commission development of some very specifically defined technology with a communications broadcast company that specializes in the kinds of things that DoD is looking for.

The technical explanations are very specific, are task specific.

The company develops the requested tech, as described by DoD. They do a ton of Research & Development in the laboratories, under top secret conditions. While the broadcast company is working on those carefully defined communication tools, they stumble over other, more sophisticated, more useful, whiz bang technology, for a different application, but, that is not what the DoD ordered, so, they keep working, give DoD what they want, but, they keep and own that other tech that was found by coincidence.

The broadcast company develops a plan to take over the world with use of DoD throw-back, rejected technology.

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Carpenter wants to build a house on his property, he knows that the Building & Safety people are a lot like the DoD, are not very flexible, and are real assholes when it comes down to a simple change in preference when such changes happen in the midst of the job. So, the carpenter makes the necessary drawings to satisfy the Building & Safety people, but, he is not exactly sure if he will use interior wood siding, or dry-wall, or plaster wall coverings, and is not certain about what particular exterior siding he might want, and certainly does not know if he will be able to afford those granite counter tops that he wants, maybe some money will fall out of the sky, for those granite counter tops and shower enclosures. Building & Safety hates it when the counter tops, siding, fixtures and such are drawn onto the plan, but change in design later on.

The Carpenter simply draws the plans for the house to show all of the structural safety elements are present, and won‘t ever be changed.

Bare minimum plans, to show the least amount of detail, and produce the necessary result, while leaving the door open for luxury, or appearance details out of the drawings, are submitted, are passed, everything is good.

The carpenter, and the inspectors, are all happily satisfied, and the carpenter can make adjustments to decorative items later, without interference or extra expense imposed at the Building & Safety for making small changes to per-approved plans when the changes, or decisions are made later on.

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Some years passed. As they did I had a idea that maybe one day I could get a hold of a 1966 Lincoln Continental, with the suicide doors, slam it to the ground, with some power under the hood, and big shiny wheels.

It did not happen, yet.

One day, after being bombarded with a relentless barrage of attacks from every direction, my family all divided, people suing, people stealing, trespassing, taking everything, lots of heartache and distress... there was a 1959 Ford Thunderbird for sale on the side of the road by the railroad tracks.

The same guy that designed those old Lincoln’s is the guy that designed those old Thunderbird’s. The T-Bird’s look similar to the Lincoln, if you squint your eyes, and soak it in with some dreams.

On a whim, at a time of distress, I bought the Thunderbird from side of the road by the rail road tracks.

The car was good, the circumstances and timing was bad for me to have been weakened such that I made a decision that was not in my best interest at the time. I never got to use that Thunderbird except long enough for some asshole to crash into it head on.... I avoided that, it became a side-swipe down the length of the Thunderbird. It’s solid as a rock though, only some minor damage.

It was a very expensive lesson, I made a lot of bad choices because of a car for sale at the railroad tracks, in Merlin. I swapped a perfectly good 1996 Dodge Caravan for that old Thunderbird, and was the biggest mistake I made associated with that. I suspect the Caravan was used to make me look as the bad guy, so, for the record, by the time the T-Bird was registered to me, I no longer had the Caravan.

That 1959 Thunderbird was once owned by the owner of a Chevron Gas Station in Hawaii. I am in Oregon, the car came somehow from Hawaii, ten thousand miles on the odometer later, and was parked for sale on the side of the road by the rail road tracks in Merlin, but I don‘t when of how it arrived in Oregon.

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By the way, there is a name for the Christian Pirate Ship, as explained before.

The HMS Eleanor Rigby

(comes with that brew I was talking about, it turns out, where the e is the a of FAB)

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1-25-2021: 5:42 pm:

Local Update:

I went outside to get the mail just now.

Some asshole was vandalizing some things I have at the end of the driveway. nothing important, but what is important is that I finally saw that the asshole who does that actually drives over here, stops in my driveway, gets out of the car for the purpose of knocking down a tree stump that is balanced on some branches there. It’s little more complicated than that, but the items there that were vandalized are bothering someone to the extent that they are tipped over from time to time.

The asshole took off in the car from my driveway as I went out and saw, then heard the sound of the things being knocked over, I suspect it’s Chartrand’s Royal Canadian Mounted Police terror cell who does that. The items are symbolically placed. They tell a story. Only few can read what I wrote with a stump and branches, precariously placed.

Monroe’s are signaling that they want me to fully explain what the items mean as the vehicle drove away. They use lighting, and objects, sounds, smoke, fire, farm animals, cages and enclosures, statuary, trash, small and large, loud and soft, bright and dark, contrast, with a blur, speed with a stall, sound with a directional pan, nature, plants, odors, stink, and aroma.... they have a very large three dimensional vocabulary at Monroe’s, they know exactly what the stump and branches mean, but will never say so to anyone who could send some help to the places where the help is needed.

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1-5-2021: 6:15 pm:

There are both helpful people and not helpful people around nearby somewhere. I need to touch a subject of audio surveillance that is heard by the helpful group, and is consistently fouled up by the non-helpful group.

The problem is that what I really need to explain is not believable. There are only maybe a few dozen people on Earth who have a particular set of knowledge about human beings and what we are capable of.

That is part of the audio subject heard by potentially helpful people. The idea that what was heard, is so top secret, that no one knows what is going on when the activity is witnessed.

I am not going to reveal the top secret information.

I am only going to say that the reports where someone says: “He has no eyes”, or “he is injured, his eyes have been removed, are gone”

Anything heard about absence of eyes, the ones people see with, should just be disregarded. Reports that the author of this account is a blind man are false. What they are seeing is a reaction caused by their own weaknesses, nothing more.

I still need help, the only thing that is currently wrong with my eyes is regular attacks with handfuls of ground up glass dust tossed into my eyes. That really does hurt, and fouls up my vision. Other airborne poison gasses used by the Monroe’s and others to poison me on a daily basis are also suspected of fouling my vision in other ways, but any mention that I have no eyeballs, is a false story, you are being fooled by local authorities.

There may be some helpful people who say they saw a condition of absence of eyes, then saw me drive away, without hitting anything. In that case, disregard all but the part where I drove away without hitting anything, and can do that as I please, if I had freedom to go somewhere, and did not have the glass in my eyes.

You too, can achieve the same thing, a condition of enlightenment that is so powerful that your eyes are not necessary, and that is the secret knowledge that is not believable, and only few people know is possible. It comes from a combination of fear, knowledge, confidence, and knowing the difference between smart and stupid when your life depends on smart.

You don‘t have to believe any of that. That’s why I ask that you disregard the audio, and the witness accounts of “He has no eyes”.

I can see better without them showing.

So can you. You have to stop watching television, to start with, in about two years you will be much smarter as a result. But to achieve that other thing “He has no eyes” requires constant exposure to life threatening fear to the extent that there is no more fear, somewhere on the other side of constant fear, is a place where only few people have gone, and survived the experience. So, honestly, it’s a useful thing, but I don‘t recommend learning the hard way about why people say: “He has no eyes”.

I have an example about the level of fear that causes internal survival skills.

I get shot at often, bullets, arrows, even at least one cellulose missal and a number of wire guided missals have been shot at me.

So, that kind of fear, there is a helicopter, it’s shooting missals, at you.

Another example is the African Lions that the Safari terror cell uses. If while checking the mail, and the mail carrier suddenly comes down the road, stops to put the mail into the mailboxes, but the door on the other side opens, and a African Lion is set loose. right there where I am standing to wait for the mail carrier to drive away, only to that she dropped off an African Lion there at the mail boxes. That, is scary. So, you have to outsmart the Lion, there is no other way, when the US Postal Service drops off a Lion.

Those are the times when I see much better, can move more deliberately, can outsmart an African Lion, or a cellulose missal, and the helicopter that brought it.

You can too, just move to Oregon, and do as I suggest if you want to survive here without joining the terror army, or obtaining a smart phone the way they demand you do.

I have fought more than one-hundred African Lions armed with no more than a fingernail clipper, and lived to tell about it. I don‘t want to tell about it. I need to because of “He has no eyes” keeps the helpful people from helping.

I suggest this, with every amount of energy possible to convey: “do not come to Oregon. If you are here in Oregon, go back to somewhere safe, then, come back with US Military, well equipped, quietly, with big ears, small mouths, not a lot of unnecessary activity, and learn, observe somehow without giving away the observation techniques. Drones won‘t work. They are loud, only an absolutely silent drone might work if it also is disguised as a bird, and makes bird sound as it fly’s. Mechanical sounds won‘t last more than an hour. Be advised that any tech brought to Oregon and is captured by the terror army is modified by Amp Guru, and used against the people who brought it. Equipment brought by helpful people is used to try to kill me often. It’s used to torture US Citizens. If you cannot tether it to your body so you don‘t loose, then maybe you should use that. Guns won’t work. The terror army plays a mind game, where there is too many people downrange, might miss, hit an innocent victim. Your gun is used to kill you without any shots ever being fired, because of the mind game, those with guns are attacked from perceived innocent people during the time they are deciding when and who to shoot at.... in that small delay that happens due to uncertainty. You have to be certain that 100% of the people in Oregon are terror soldiers. The men, the women, the children, the elderly, and the disabled, all are terror soldiers. The exception is the slave soldiers, who are kidnapped US Citizens forced to do whatever they are told to do. I don‘t have a way to determine who is who about the slave soldiers vs their Canadian soldier captors. Consider that the slaughter has already been done, there are no more US citizens, the slaughter happened and was complete about ten or more years ago, so, there are not likely to be very many small children who are under ten years old who are slaves. The problem with that deduction is the terror army are traffickers, can import slave soldiers of all ages.

That’s why US Military needs to find a way to quietly learn who is who.

Otherwise, just go to all of the broadcast networks, and shut them down. That will expose a lot about who is who. Radio, Television, Twitter, newspapers, junk mail advertising... all is used to advance and update the terror army.

“Easter Egg Phones” are a problem for helpful people. The terror army has a network built of many hundreds of thousands of Blue-Tooth phones that serve as a wide area communication network, each phone plugged in and turned on serves as a miniature cellular telephone tower that can daisy chain with others, all are within range of a few others, to maintain uninterrupted connections throughout Oregon. They are everywhere, tucked behind and beneath every refrigerator in all directions for miles around, as of 2004-ish. I suspect they have gone to a next generation idea, where the Pacific Power Residential and Commercial Smart Meters serve as the daisy chain blue tooth base units for bouncing a signal to terror soldiers where ever they go.

I advise taking control of Rocky Mountain Power, all of it, all five of the sub companies. I suggest to continue power service at a subsidized rate, where nominal usage is provided, and extra usage over a calculated limit is charged for at least on a temporary basis. All of the linemen of those companies serve as the controlling strong arm of the terror army, they use their easement rights as a front to cover access where access is not always necessary. So, those guys all need to be rounded up. Same is true about Oregon Department of Transportation, they too serve as a strong arm. That, and the Easment Maintanance companies who contract with the state to maintain roadway shoulders and medians, as well as Power Line easements, for keeping the trees from the lines, and out of the shoulder areas, are a big deal, there are tens of thousands of those guys, are all physically fit, able to climb tall trees, are skilled with tools, and are also skilled at using those tools as unconventional weaponry. Both the Power Linemen, and the Tree Service guys, as well as Forestry workers, are highly skilled with use of cables, fulcrums, mechanical means of all kinds used for moving heavy stuff around, all of that works as a weapon, is hidden, easily overlooked spring loaded traps and wire snares.

Centurylink Internet and Land Line Phone Service is a giant size nightmare problem because none of the phone lines go to the addresses that they are supposed to go, all were switched out at the access terminals, there is a map somewhere that enplanes how they were swapped out. The map of accounts at Centurylink HQ is intentionally wrong. That shows where the phone are supposed to lead to, but not where the lines actual are physically connected. There is detailed explanation about the different ways that the phones are fouled on this account, is extreme complication, many layers of fouled phone activity going on at Centurylink.

I received email notice today that my account number was changed, as was all of the Centurylink customers. That could be good news because part of the confusion service was that everyone had an account number that is also a phone number, even for people who do not have telephone service, only use the DSL as I do. The same format as a phone number is how Centurylink causes some of the confusion service they do. All of the customers in the 541 area code start with 541, (there are no guarantees about reality, the account could be in Hawaii, and only say 541 for confusion) and all of them end with 234 for residential customers. That leaves 7 digits in between for unique account number at Centurylink. I am told that account number system changed, is no longer a 541 or a 234 happening in the account number, which they informed me is a 9 digit number, and provided me with new account number in today’s email from Centurylink. So, as of this morning, my account number is different than it was yesterday, or last billing cycle is better to say.

https://www.centurylink.com/home/help/account/pay-bill/faqs-about-account-changes.html?rid=accountchanges

Above is the link that tells of the extent of the changes with the billing. See that the information is written in less than collage level writing skills. See that there are a lot of open doors where terror can stick it’s foot into among the details, notably there is something about: “There are a number of reasons why your due date could change....” I smell a yeast infection waiting to happen with a lot random activity going on with that.

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Don‘t drop this.

There is no Russia!

This happened:

One day, on the day before the soccer ball changed hands, a terror soldier had come into my house, was hiding behind the chair where I was reclined in. Communication was going on, I was being poisoned with nitrous gas, other gas is also suspected. Chris Wallace’s voice was in my house. There was talk about what to do at a meeting between Putin and Trump. Trump had already sent a lot of assassins to my house by then, i think Jeff Sessions had already been killed in defense, Trump began sending his cabinet over immediately when I sent email to the White House asking for his help to stop mass murders in Oregon.

So, “What should we do at the Putin/Trump meeting?” was asked of me.

I said: “Give Trump a gift, a soccer ball, can you get a soccer ball on short notice?”

The reply was “Yes, we can, the soccer world series just ended, and there are soccer players nearby, we can get a soccer ball”

So, I said: “There you go, that is my suggestion, have Mr. Putin give to Mr. Trump a soccer ball” (I still thought there was a Russia at the time)

I don‘t recall if an explanation was included, but the explanation is that the ball is made of Pentagons, tiny Pentagons are sewn together, it makes a soccer ball.

The idea was that maybe Trump would understand the magnitude of the terrorism (before I considered that he was a leading terror general, or a British Knight disguised as US President.) Maybe a Pentagon Bell would go off in his head.

So that happened. I don‘t remember any more right now.

Important considerations of that: Terror is “International”.

“International” is a key word for the Christian terrorists.

Soccer is an international game, known as Football everywhere except USA,

There are recent reports about a world renown Soccer player who died recently, stories are on Twitter, I think he was a Columbian (best coffee comes from Columbia. Maybe some coffee was poisoned)

The soccer players casket was fashioned to resemble a race car, or other vehicle, people gathered in great number to his funeral services held around the world.

The casket, to me, was a “Matterhorn Bobsled” from Disneyland symbol.

That’s all I have on that, unless the bridge that collapsed at Florida International University happened shortly after the soccer ball was delivered, then, that goes here too for doing math some other time.

I just want to say: “Don‘t drop the ball”

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1-5-2021: 9:41 pm:

“He has no eyes”

The Christian terror bastards who see that happen, have concluded that I must be God, because I they think I can drive while blind. They say I must be God, because I actually have caught the bullets and arrows they shoot at me.

So, the Myers brand of terror, decided to keep God locked up, to use me as their scape goat while terrorizing the whole world, all because they saw something that they do not understand.

The Sparacino’s do the same thing, they go along with the Myers story about me being God, when all they saw was some unusual activity with the way my eyes look when I am terrified out of my mind, and have to survive impossible situations, like US Postal Lions, Express Delivery.

The Sparacino’s say I am Allah, to cover the scape goat for all of the spectrum of the advance of Global Domination Under the Cross, the stuff I am trying to stop.

What they are seeing, like I said, is a result of their own weakness. They cannot handle the truth, they need a God, at least they believe they do. So these religious cult bastards have been thinking that they managed to catch a God, some of them say “baby God”, and they put the God they found into a bug jar, to watch, and for them to ask what I think they should do. Lately, they are just reading what I write, while I am looking for help, they twist the words around to do Christian terror activities, with biblical scale and scope, Globally to serve their goals while blaming me, and fooling the national and global security people with bullshit all conjured up out of the air.

That truth I was saying about humans are capable of much more than they are told, has a name that the Christians assigned to it, while covering up the notition that people are amazing, but are gullible and will believe in a lot bullshit as long as the people don‘t need to think on their own to save their own lives... people will even line up to buy Hope... even when the Hope is handed out for free someplace else.

“The Fear of God” is what happens on the other side of fear, that is when people like you and me become God Like. The Christians came up with that to suppress the truth about: “He has no eyes”.

I have seen three other people in my lifetime who also had the “He has no eyes” going on at the time I met them. Including myself, that makes four people in about a 35 year time range who “has no eyes” and suffered from “The fear of God”.

The thing that makes those people weak, is their minds. The Christians are raised among a series of lies stacked and layered with a lot of bonus textures, stories with so much false detail that that there is no way to escape the thickness and weight of a lifetime of lies about a invisible man who rules every aspect of their being, a bunny that hides eggs, a fat man who brings gifts into the chimney, those flying reindeer and so much more is all taught with a straight face right out of that Bible at the Church where the children are raped by the pastor.

Weakness of the mind, due to inability to believe things they don‘t understand long enough to study the information for the purpose of actually learning something useful.

WEAK!

I suggest everyone should make an attempt to challenge their own mind.

Your goal is to determine what is real, and what is a lie. Your goal is to move away from the lies, and towards the truth. If you cannot find any truth, you still win by moving away from the lies. Do you believe there is a Santa Clause? If not stop participating in the charade, that is the scope of the challenge against yourself. Are you willing to continue to allow yourself to fool you?

Discontinue participation in lies. Truth by omission of bullshit.

Less bullshit is a wealth that gets no respect.

Every dollar spent on those prearranged fake holidays is a dollar that is used to kill your family, neighbors, friends, and those who’s job is to protect and to serve the population of USA. The way it works, is so much incoming money all at the same time creates a vast momentum in terror advance. They are able to make capital investments in scale that would not otherwise be possible had there been no fake holiday. I recommend discontinue the fake Hallmark Holidays, all of them in favor of celebration of your own birthday, and those of your family and friends to produce a more genuine celebration of those you care about, while leaving that Easter Bunny as road kill on the way to get a birthday gift for someone who really matters.

That, if everyone did just individual birthday giving, all distributed evenly throughout the year, with a similar budget as a Christmas budget, would produce a vastly stronger nation built of companies that can survive all year long, not just in December, while at the same time, pull the rug out from under that asshole at the Vatican and all of his murderous child raping friends.

Is your mind strong enough to overcome the Santa within?

In your minds eye, there is you vs that overwhelming urge to participate in the Hallmark Charades. It’s you vs the holiday, and year after year, the holiday has been kicking your ass in every way. Financially it breaks you, and physically it exhausts you, but you continue to kick your own ass every year, year after year, only because of something known as Christian Guilt, it is taught in such a way that we are addicted to the guilt, and serve it for others to eat as we kill ourselves doing it, to please no one who is impressed by the effort.

Every year it gets harder and harder to overcome the burden of the Hallmark holiday because the terror army is getting stronger and stronger with every dollar you spend for the Hallmark holiday.

So, are you to weak to save your own life from the monster you are feeding?

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1-5-2021: 11:16 pm:

Local Update, update:

Something fishy going on with the mail.

When I went to get the mail earlier, there was the US Cellular Phone bill, and that is all that was in the mailbox. Whats fishy is that the US Cellular bill has almost never arrived on the fifth of the month, it almost always arrives on the eighth, and sometimes the ninth of the month. I am reminded of Clyde Baum of 333 Jackpine, who always was in my mailbox, taking the mail, open the mail, then put the mail back into my mailbox, and nothing I can do to stop it because the sheriff is in league with Clyde Baum, and, because I am outnumbered 50,000 : 1 just in this county, more with consideration of the rest of the state.

So why did the US Cellular bill arrive on the fifth of the month? That’s at least two days early, but is actually on time, it’s just not what I am accustomed to with consideration of the terror spies and the lengths they go to for fooling federal fools who are not accustomed to not being fooled, and insist on being forever fooled by religious cult terror soldiers.

This is for federal fools to ponder, it’s personal:

I suspect the MedDems are behind this one though. Two days at least early for a phone bill is all they need to fool feds who were told I actually received medical treatment. I did not receive any medical services, I received a phone call in the parking lot beneath a cellular telephone tower at a terror cell that is disguised as a doctors office, and I was doing your job while I was there, and have been doing your job there for almost six years regularly. now, they are using a cell phone bill to further fuck with me, to fool you, so they have another chance to kill me tomorrow. That is what the two days early are really about. I have played this game before.

There is absence of helpful people, a vacuum of help is present.

I went for a walk, and someone from Myers 560 had come into my house to make signature Myers brand terror signature mess in my house.

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1-6-2021: 12:48 am:

Glue:

There is a woman who lives at Myers 560, she is about 5′ 9“, 180 lbs, 62 y/o, grey shoulder length hair, usually drives white cross over style car, I think is a nissan Rogue, has a grey shelf looking thing around the rear bumper. She has been there a long time, could be Rita, could be nora, I don‘t know which one. She sneaks up on people while dressed in a costume made of human body parts, and always seems to say the same thing, happens so often that I have it memorized:

“Look, I have these... felopian tubes, there fresh... see? Ohh darn, this ovary keeps falling off, I’ll have to glue it.”

That is when she holds a female reproductive system in her hands, to show the victim she is about to kill with a sword. I hear that at Monroe’s from time to time these days, but she has said it to me while dressed that way in that costume made with arms, legs, heads.... at my front door when the Jahova Witnesses come knocking on Saturday morning.

But that is not the glue I have, I already explained all of that before.

Lately, that woman has been wearing a coat that is just like the one that I wear around the house. Green, with hood, cotton. She and the sheriff are using that coat and a pair of jeans to fool the federal fools for about four months to my count.

That is not the glue either.

This is the glue:

There was once a man who attacked at my home, about 6′ 4″, 200 lbs, 32 years old, short light brown hair, used an alias name of Erick, I think his real name was Patrick, and I think he was sheriff of Multinoma County Oregon, or nearby county to Multinoma. I killed him in defense, left him in pieces inside of a red Toyota that he came here in. It was about four years ago and was the last time I saw someone I care about who he had with him, and is why I defended that way.

That, is part of the terror doctor visit, it’s the reason for that brown bag that said Erica on it. It may have said Erick, I remember seeing that it said Erick, but I heard the man with the bag say Erica, who is one of the terror doctors at the terror clinic I went to.

So, I am in possession of a paper prescription since that visit, on it are two of these: ** like that, where “Quantity” is noted. There is special instructions that indicate the safety measure. There is also “Tamper Proof Paper” noted as a safety measure.

Those two things are the special terror instructions to send my phone bill through earlier than usual. Like I said, it arrived at least two days sooner than it usually does, almost never arrives on the fifth. What that does, is tells the mail carrier that there is something to be concerned about, and the presence of that in my mailbox on the fifth tells the terror spies on Jackpine that there is something to be concerned about. The concern was noted on Monday the 4th, at the terror doctor, where there must be a way to send a copy to the DEA or some other place as a normal and customary safety measure. The problem is the DEA were hijacked a long time ago, are all SAGClubMed and MedDems terror cell members as of the time that Asa Hutchinson was in charge there, or before that.

The part about the “Tamper Proof Paper” is somehow about the woman who lives at, or used to live at 520 Jackpine, next door to my house, and is also next door to Myers at 560. 520 is in between. I only have been saying that the woman is “Mystery Pot Grower Lady” for not knowing anything about the people there who somehow obtained the home of an entire dead family called the Nathan & Naomi Phillips family who used to live at 520, are all dead now. The Josephine County Tax Assessors Online Portal says that someone by the name of Tammy owns that 520 house now, and that Tammy is also presumed to be dead. So, Tamper Proof Safety Measure is just exactly the kind of thing that the US Postal Service terror cell can use to alert other terror cells of what kind of problems the terror cell at the terror doctor is experiencing there. US Postal Stork knows everything there is to know about everyone there is to keep track of, they know more than the people at Mikey’s Video know, and that is saying a lot. 520 is a place where I have seen Sir Richard Branson, and have encountered a Queen‘s Guard along with Prince Charles Windsor out front of there on the road. The terror on Jackpine is indeed global, international terror.

Two asterisks are being used to fool the federal agents who are assigned the wrong kind of duty for the wrong kind of crime, they need to be bringing US Military to ward off hundreds of thousands of Canadians who took the state of Oregon twenty years ago, but instead are sent to investigate a possible prescription counterfeit for a few pills, and were sent into the Lions Den like Dan on Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, where there is no lion, the Welsh Dragon that’s in the den, ate the lion and all of the other previously sent federal agents who insist on being lion and dragon food all of the time.

All of Josephine County knows you are nearby.

I strongly advise you go back to someplace where it’s safe, do so carefully, they will follow you and have better communication equipment than you do.

Go get US Military somehow... Trump will not help with that, and there are no more US national guard alive in Oregon unless they are held as prisoners.

50,000 : 1

That’s Fifty-thousand to one, that I am outnumbered against a Canadian terror army that took the state, killed all of the citizens, unless some are prisoners as explained above. That’s only considering Josephine County.

Jackson County = 75,000

Douglas County = 25,000

Klamath County = 25,000

Josephine County = 50,000

That’s 175,000 just in those four counties. I cannot make estimates farther away, and the information is ten years old. They are much stronger now, far more refined in their ways.

I have been told by Walmart terror soldiers that my estimates are too small, too conservative. They read everything I write and use it against me and those who are sent to see what’s going on here. The are Google, so, they made a searchable data base, and a parallel set of information to keep track of what lies were told in association with all of the different details I have explained about, so they can keep their lies all organized nice and tidy, thanks to Google and their expertise of organizing information.

Please, don‘t get dead, go get military.

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1-6-2021: 1:52 am:

(Centurylink is still turning off my number pad on my keyboard when I need to use a numeral)

For people who might choose to try to wing it:

You need to be aware of taxedermied humans, and how they are used as bait. There are such taxedermied humans. They are placed in houses, seated at a computer that is on and running, or in a kitchen, propped up at a counter that looks as if they are making some cookies, or in a car, or anywhere that a person might be doing activity. They are bait. You see someone that you are looking for who disappeared in Oregon, follow a lead from the sheriff, who says to go to that place over there, to look at this car over here in this garage right there, and shows on Google map where the tip says to go. Then, there is the person, looks in good shape, like nothing is wrong.... so, you let down your guard... bad idea.

The person is dead, is taxidermy.

The terror sheriff tells Myers that you are on the way, so, they make last minute preparations, to take you captive, not kill you. They need to torture you first, so that you will say the secret words that can get their people into your HQ.

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1-6-2021: 2:17 am:

Also, you have to pay close attention to that train that just sounded the horn at Jess Way crossing, what that train does alerts many thousands of terror soldiers along that route. The train is two hours late, so, at minimum, there is abnormal conditions around here. The characteristics of the way the train operator feather’s, or lays into that horn is a language all it’s own. I don‘t know how to read it. I can read the timing is off. There may or may not be another train at around dawn at Jess Way crossing, they seem to go north more than south somehow.

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January 7, 2021: six o’clock hour additional decode keys are contained here for “Edge of Seventeen“ contained in a song by.... you guessed it...

Bush

Come Down ___________

Love and hate Get it wrong She cut me right back down to size Sleep the day Let it fade Who was there to take your place? No one knows Never will Mostly me But mostly you What do you say? Do you do? When it all comes down? 'Cause I don't want to come back down From this cloud It's taken me all this time To find out what I need again I don't want to come back down From this cloud It's taken me all this All this time There is no blame Only shame When you beg You just complain The more I come The more I try All police are paranoid

So am I So's the future So are you Be a creature What do you say? Do you do? When it all comes down? 'Cause I don't want to come back down From this cloud It's taken me all this time To find out what I need Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't want to come back down From this cloud It's taken me all this All this time Shoot up Shoot up Shoot up You're high Love and hate Get it wrong She cut me right back down to size Sleep the day Let it fade Who was there to take your place?

No one knows Never will Mostly me But mostly you What do you say? Do you do? When it all comes down? 'Cause I don't want to come back down From this cloud It's taken me all this time To find out what I need Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't want to come back down From this cloud It's taken me all this All this time Why did you? Why did you? Why did you? Why did you? Why did you? Why did you? Why did you? Why did you?

Why did you? Come down I don't want to come back down From this cloud This cloud This cloud This cloud This cloud This cloud This cloud This cloud This cloud

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The song is used by the Christian terror army to change the meaning of “Love” to “Hate” then further to “zero” or “nothing” or “utter eternal darkness” and the result, “Death“.

The meaning carries over to “Edge of Seventeen” and other places where the Christian terror cult needs some kind of written (text) to justify the things they do, because if it is written, they feel, it is so, and thus is “sewn” into the fabric of “The Cloth”.

See... ? it’s all very simple...

At some point along the Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride featuring Annette Funicello or Stevie Ncks as you prefer, you must carry the Bush over here:

For further understanding, it’s a burning bush.

Use it to gain some wings to navigate the airwaves of the Audioslaves of the Christian terror cult army, all armed with smart phones and nitrous oxide rocket fuel. Terror comm is located where you look for it. It’s everywhere you look.

There is no one looking for terror comm.

There is no one watching the baby. The baby is on fire.

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Soundtrack of the Year 2015 Post Archived

Originally posted January 18, 2016 on the old forum.

I don’t have much to say other than ... I’m tired of 2015. Haha. It was a rough year so I didn’t get to listen to everything I’d wanted to! I did get to listen to the Yasunori Mitsuda remix album, and a bunch of albums that Solune and I talked about over the course of a few months. My shortlist was apparently longer than some expected, and I do think 2015 had a lot of great albums. Although the Canadian dollar sank like a tank (and this isn’t going to change heading into 2016), I did try to listen to as many soundtracks as I could. However, I will readily admit that I did not get a chance to listen to everything like I usually do in previous years. Personal life combined with work combined with the crappy dollar combined with falling in love (this is a good thing), kind of made it a little hard try to check out new stuff. I was fairly on top of everything for the first half of the year and then everything kind of fell apart towards the end. The decision between my number one and number two soundtracks was fairly tough. I went through a lot of mental wrangling in terms of the question “do I vote with my heart, or do I vote with my head?” I don’t usually like going with my heart when I vote for game of the year or soundtrack of the year. It feels completely biased on my part, and I feel like I’m not evaluating something with clarity or based on its own merits. Then I sort of realized, “Well, isn’t that the point?” In my head, Undertale takes the win. In my heart, though, something else does, and it’s entirely based on context. So this year, I decided to go with my heart. Listening to my heart feels weird. I feel very strongly about two soundtracks this year, and therefore, I have decided to go with only two. This is also the first time that I think I’ve written a list where I’ve played all the games. I could be wrong on that front, but this comes as a genuine surprise. I am disappointed with the lack of Falcom on my list, but I am not entirely comfortable throwing a vote Tokyo Xanadu’s way because I’m almost finished the game. While I do have a lot to say about Tokyo Xanadu’s soundtrack at the moment, I would much rather experience the music further in context before throwing a vote its way (but the soundtrack is really good, and the game itself is quite fun!). Previous Posts: 2011 Soundtrack of the Year: 1, 2 2012 Soundtrack of the Year: 1, 2, LTTP Post 2013 Soundtrack of the Year: 1, 2, 3, 4 2014 Soundtrack of the Year: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 Soundtrack of the 6th Generation: 1 / 2 / 3 I decided to forego the awards this year, particularly because I decided to forego my Worst Soundtrack of the Year award. My pick for that would be more than a bit controversial, and I think a few folks know what that one is so I’ll let it slide under the rug. Honourable Mentions x. Ori and the Blind Forest : I’d been waiting for this soundtrack for months before the game came out, and it did not disappoint. I was going to make it #3 on my soundtrack list, but halfway through my writeup for it, I felt as though I lost my motivation to write about it. Therefore, I am only including a top 2 this year. A lot of the tracks are incredibly emotional (Light of Nibel, and whenever there’s a rush to quickly platform (Restoring the Light, Facing the Dark), the pacing of the tracks do the level design justice. x. Tokyo Xanadu : Mixing electronica and violins makes this soundtrack fairly classy, from the upbeat yet elegant Strayed into Passage to the characteristic Believe It!!. Falcom hasn’t lost it; the sound is just evolved to fit Tokyo Xanadu’s tone. x. Nights of Azure : Holy shit, Nights of Azure is some hot shit, and I wish more people listened to this soundtrack cuz Solune and I love it so much. Moving from some hard rock (Malicious Roses and Edge of Apocalypse to the jazzy Hotel Ende. I wish I had way more time to spend with this soundtrack and imported the game because the soundtrack is definitely Top 5 material. x. Splatoon : Shooters aren’t my thing. If everyone I tweet didn’t bring this soundtrack up when I was asking for help with the archive, then I probably wouldn’t have known about the soundtrack’s variations. Sucker Punch, Ink Me Up x. Legend of Legacy : I like Legend of Legacy. Or, at least, when I played the Japanese version of it. It had stuff I liked to nitpick and the game is certainly not for everyone. The music itself feels like an extension of Hamauzu’s recent work. Ex: Twin Dimensional Battle, Initium (one of the better town themes he’s composed, imo) x. Kirby and the Rainbow Curse : I didn’t finish this game. I, uh, didn’t feel like it jived well with me, and anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely adore Kirby. But this game has some fantastic tuneage, from Great Cave Escape to Dethskullk Jam to The Final Battle. A lot of the soundtrack drives back to previous Kirby games, which is to be expected. However, the tone of the music moving directly back to Kirby Super Star sounds felt right. x. Transformers Devastation : I had to laugh when NTom64 brought this one up to me, just because I... wasn’t expecting it? I didn’t play the game, so I don’t know if any of the music fits the context at all (never mind that I saw the Transformers movie and I know The Touch fits super-well), but holy crap, the music is incredible and I think it deserves the Badassery Award. Sample: Face the Devastation 2. Undertale

Toby Fox

It’s not even a damn contest. I can reiterate what everyone has said in this thread up to this point about Undertale, but it’s undeniable that this is one of the best soundtracks of 2015. Heck, it might be the best soundtrack of 2015 if the whole “voting with your heart” thing didn’t get in the way for me. Basically, it took a lot of convincing to get me through this game. For one, another GAF member (Shadow Hog) gifted me the game on Steam because I essentially refused to play it at the time. And I’m still thankful that he did. I played through the whole game with Noi doing his own playthrough and we pushed each other through the game. It took some prodding from EmCee to finish off the game and get the True Pacifist Ending to add more meaning to the soundtrack overall (and I took Noi with me in tow for that, too). Now that doesn’t mean I don’t like the game. I just got spoiled on the endings and a lot of things before playing the game because, well, a lot of people wouldn’t shush about it. When I played the game, I felt like it was about the journey not the end. The game’s musical journey is fulfilling. Writing about Undertale’s soundtrack feels like a daunting task simply because there is just so much to say. From references to other games, to leitmotifs being used in single areas, to different types of instrumentation, to different soundfonts being used... there’s a lot of things to say about the soundtrack, and even just glancing through this entire thread, there are a lot of different things that people are saying about it. Undertale’s soundtrack is fairly difficult to review. There are a lot of tracks (well, actually, that part isn’t too difficult; I’ve reviewed 100+ track albums before), they all have extremely varying track lengths, and they all use different soundfonts that somehow create a cohesively-sounding album in the end. Overall, the album encourages the listener to be attentive: to soundfonts, to leitmotifs, to different references to other games, and more. There are twenty-three leitmotifs in the entire soundtrack. Undertale’s soundtrack release also composes of music that hasn’t been used in the game. I think the best way for me to approach the soundtrack, and Noi and I were talking about this last night when he was trying to get me to stop panicking about writing this post in general, is through discussing the leitmotifs. It’s like he said to me, “When you listen to <track>, what do you think of?” Well, there are a lot of things to think of. Nearly every single theme in Undertale references something else internally and externally. There are so many albums and soundtracks that use underlying motifs for everything, but Undertale kind of goes for the nth degree with respect to subtext and motif usage. The soundtrack opens up with Once Upon a Time, serving as the Undertale theme and the primary leitmotif in the game. The thing about the Undertale theme is that I guess it’s supposed to evoke a comparison between either Pollyanna or Eight Melodies. Going into the Start Menu continues a Mother comparison in terms of the Fun Naming themes without the “OK desu” part. More of the Undertale motif picks up in the comforting midi string theme Home, and it’s here that you start piecing together that all of the thematic similarities between each theme and their usage essentially crafts a story. Or at least, it lets the player have expectations of characters or areas. I particularly like the B-portion, where it sounds like it’s channeling some of the acoustic-driven themes Chrono Cross. It is also here that the player recognizes that Undertale’s soundtrack isn’t just a mesh of soundwaves; it uses midi to its advantage and thus steps up soundfont usage even further. The Undertale motif doesn’t surface until much further into the album under the Hotel and Can You Really Call This a Hotel, I Didn’t Receive a Mint On My Pillow themes, which are more flamenco-based, upbeat and resort-like. I particularly like the latter theme simply because it merges the Undertale theme with the uptempo nature of another character’s leitmotif (rather, the leitmotif isn’t used, but the tempo is). The live acoustic with the final Undertale theme in the neutral ending is so, so good. It mixes another leitmotif from His Theme and the Undertale theme to create a piece that’s used in a particular area that weaves in and out of battle and serves as an excellent conclusion for the six-hour journey. The Undertale motif is used in further pieces on the soundtrack, but I will elaborate on those further down the line. Your Best Friend is the next motif and it’s kind of one of my favourites simply because it comes from this stupid two-channel harmony but extends into something else entirely as the motif is used beyond this track. The next track is a major spoiler, but This theme is hilarious out of context because it’s just amazing how much mileage a 23-second loop got in six entire variations with different samples and soundfonts entirely. It makes complete sense in-game, but listening to it out of context like I initially did, I had to wonder why a 23-second initial loop got so much mileage and different soundfonts applied to it in one single theme. Finale has a ton of synth bass applied to it and I adore its pacing with a piano lead turning into a backing. Trying to apply the theme to a synth bass-orchestra is a nice touch too. Ruins is one of the more curious tracks in the game because it’s referenced several times in places that I didn’t particularly expect. I love the B-portion after the introduction because the percussion is so good. It’s the first place where you start realizing that everything is all connected. Ruins is further referenced in Waterfall, for instance, and it’s an entirely different area altogether. In fact, the Ruins leitmotif fits into another character’s motif altogether and gets a bit combined. Undyne has her own leitmotif, which sounds rightfully knightly and gothic (yet the loop is incredibly short), but in battle themes and general themes concerning Undyne, a lot of the leitmotifs intervowen into these themes are that of Ruins. The few themes that are raw arrangements of Undyne’s own theme in another soundfont (and I may add that the sampling is fairly decent for some of these soundfonts) entirely is Dating Tense!, and Run! (which I feel is a better arrangement of the two). Undyne’s battle theme, Spear of Justice is a hot number, with several portions throughout the track dedicated to sampling other themes: from Undyne, to Ruins (specifically, the version of it in Waterfall), Don’t Give Up, to An Ending. The backing makes the theme for me, and the introduction hits the right notes, especially when they’re held. The C-portion with the different arrangements and instrumentations of Undyne’s theme before the loop is so melodic and catchy. Battle Against a True Hero also samples a bit of Ruins itself, bringing a little more percussion and synth strings into the fray. Additionally, the Waterfall/Ruins motif also lends itself to Another Medium and CORE (with those two themes adopting thematic elements based on the characters that integrate themselves into the plot of those areas). Another Medium is probably the biggest theme that popped out at me. I played through Undertale together with Noi and we just sat there talking while this theme was playing in the background while just going “baby, this theme is so good, isn’t it?” to each other. Aeana brought it up with me, and I did indeed feel like it references X-Naut Fortress. And a lot of themes in Undertale, thematically-speaking, references a lot of other themes from other games, whether it’s in terms of a soundfont used, or just... being like Dating Fight! and Oh! One True Love. Temmie Village is fucking stupid and it isn’t even cohesive, and I love it. I enjoy the stupid soundfonts used, and I enjoy that it’s supposed to refer to the music played whenever a character’s behaving like an idiot, due in part to the lack of percussion in the track overall. Death by Glamour is one of the more fabulous tracks on the entire soundtrack. The piano harmonies aren’t as cohesive as possible, and the beat is kind of frenetic, but I think that’s what makes the piece its own. It’s an arrangement of CORE, Metal Crusher, and It’s Showtime! It’s a gigantic showcase of, well, being kind of like… um, Roundabout by Yes. The reference was so good that I had to laugh. Even the bass and percussion was replicated so well. A few folks who’ve played the game, and know where Roundabout is from may also get an additional reference, and then everything will make complete and utter sense. Definitely up there with some of my favourite tracks in the game. From here on, I guess I should probably not discuss names of tracks. The penultimate boss‘s theme is one of my favourites. For all of the emotions it evokes, and for the callback to this theme at the beginning of the game (which I truly enjoy has a few channels compared to the actual theme which uses more channels), I can’t help but to feel like it’s my favourite? It sounds like the most honest theme in the entire game. Even though it’s entirely honest, it’s an arrangement of this small theme from another of Fox’s works. It’s nice to see it expanded into something with greater detail. I love the C-portion of this track, due to the percussion and synth voice degenerating into synth piano and chiptune prior to a piano in a lower range taking over prior to the loop. It assists with making the pacing so smooth and frenetic, and emotional to boot. Even if I didn’t hear the theme in context, I’d still feel the same way. Noi and I did another ending last night together. When we heard Here We Are, I mentioned to him that it sounded fairly... Meguro-like? Perhaps that was an error in terms of analysis on my part, because upon further consideration, it reminded me a lot of OFF and Yume Nikki. It also uses the soundfont for this, though it’s not readily apparent. One of the more interesting tracks, Amalgam is a strange sampling of Earthbound tracks integrated into one thing that’s kind of cohesive taken as one whole product. Finally, what a lot of people feel the theme that caps the entire soundtrack off is the final True Pacifist boss theme. Or rather, both of its themes. Noi and I sang the whole things to each other while we were playing through the ending together. In fact, EmCee refused to let me vote for Undertale until I’d finished off the True Pacifist ending, and I could tell why. The first half of the track I linked is one separate theme for an entire phase, using three different motifs dedicated to stronger Undertale themes, opting for a synth violin opening, then transitioning forward into a synth guitar and chiptune. Undertale likes to lie about its upfront appearance. You suspect the entire soundtrack to drown in chiptune, but it doesn’t. The second theme, completely obliterates that notion, opting for a stronger sense of synth/electronica with a combination of guitar, drums, and a nice little xylophone. It’s a very pleasant and semi-rock-opera-esque way to cap off the soundtrack as a whole. I suppose, that the strongest suit that this soundtrack has, is that it tells every character’s story. The synergy between every piece in an area dedicated to that particular character, and also callbacks to other area themes is so flawless that sometimes it’s not even noticeable until you start to think about it. The soundtrack isn’t entirely flawless. A lot of the unused tracks simply sound like that: unused and unpolished. It’s nice to have them there, but they stick out in not the best way. I feel like tracks on the album should have additional loops. Speaking about the soundtrack in a game context, it’s difficult to narrow down a shortcoming because the way each theme is used is dedicated and carefully placed. Undertale was a pleasure to experience, both the game, and its soundscape. It’s an inspired album, internally and externally. It’s probably a stupid and silly reason, but I can’t help but to compare the soundtrack to what Nier the game was: a collection of different references to everything else and nods to other games woven into one thing. Of course, the collection of different soundfonts and different samples in every theme and from theme to theme is really… strange, but I kind of dig it? It’s a testament to the fact to a lack of cohesion doesn’t necessarily break a product because I feel as though Fox got what he wanted out of the game and out of its soundtrack’s lack of cohesion. It’s all over the place, but it fits. It’s different, and out of context, it sounds like the strangest thing, and even in context it sounds like the strangest thing. But because it’s so strange, it sounds so natural and fitting. Undertale is a strange journey. Its soundtrack being strange, yet so cohesive is absolutely fitting, and it has earned its spot as one of the best and strongest soundtracks of 2015.

1. Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward (patches 3.0 to 3.15)

Masayoshi Soken (some original tracks by Nobuo Uematsu)

This is where I decided to listen to my heart. I really wanted to give Undertale the first spot, because speaking as an evaluator, I felt that Undertale was the most consistent soundtrack of the year and the most impressive soundtrack from one single person. However, as I keep playing Heavensward and experiencing what I feel and what my friends feel, I can’t help but to think with my heart instead of my brain. I picked up Final Fantasy XIV after years of Noi asking me to play the game with him and I didn’t really want to start playing it because I wasn’t interested in any of the jobs until Ninja was implemented. Perhaps it might be slightly unprofessional on my part (lol “professionalism” when it comes to organizing a thread) to choose a soundtrack based on my personal biases and experiences that is game-specific as opposed to the musicality of a soundtrack. A lot of my decision-making with respect to this soundtrack has a lot to do with personal experiences, so please bear with me. A lot of Final Fantasy XIV’s soundtrack, particularly pieces from A Realm Reborn and the 2.x patch content, can be a bit mixed. While some of it is amazing, like Thunder Rolls or Torn from the Heavens, some of it doesn’t feel entirely cohesive. This is due in part by some of the music being remnants from the game that Final Fantasy XIV was, and the game Final Fantasy XIV is today. It is also due in part to Masayoshi Soken having not come into his own entirely yet. Soken has composed for other games, such as Mario Hoops 3-on-3, but these games typically side-games or games that don’t have a lot of traction outside of niche circles. I believe, even since last year, I was waxing poetic about Soken’s work simply based on out of context experiences with his music. Now that I can say I’ve experienced his work in context, it’s even better, and I understand the following he has. Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward is, for the most part, Soken’s time to shine in the sun. Although the main theme, Dragonsong, was composed by series’ veteran Nobuo Uematsu, many of its leitmotifs are carried on throughout the entire soundtrack. I do feel as though Dragonsong is more cohesive than Answers; however, that is a personal bias considering I liked Final Fantasy XI’s theme, Distant Worlds, far more than Answers. Truth be told, I did not start warming up to Answers until my Free Company started raiding the Binding Coil of Bahamut more often. That being said, there’s a lot of what Dragonsong does, which works for me more than Answers did (and I’m typically not a huge fan of Uematsu’s vocal pieces at all). Susan Calloway’s diction is, as usual, incredibly excellent. Hearing her voice feels like a gift. As some may recall, I’ve studied vocal music, trained as a mezzo-soprano, so hearing another soprano with a lot of control feels amazing to me. Physically-speaking, it’s hard to control your voice when you get into a higher range and your voice is more of a power voice than a paper-thin voice. My vocal coach and I spent sessions together trying to get my voice under control for Phantom of the Opera pieces where I did both parts when I was younger, even. I’ve come to admire sopranos who can get it done flawlessly, and Calloway is one of them. It’d be an honour to hear this live one day. While the lyrics describe nothing but the legend of Saint Shiva, Hraesvelgr, and the history of Ishgard itself, the way the music is composed, with many of the note holds, some of the simplicity and elegance melodically-speaking, and the feeling and diction emanating from Calloway’s vocals makes the music more meaningful. I feel that way every time I let the game’s opening trailer roll. Many of the game’s themes revolve around Dragonsong’s motifs. Well, “many” is probably falling short of how many truly use its motif. Despite this, as Thoraxes and I had discussed months ago, this soundtrack demonstrates a lot of Soken’s growth as a composer. Dragonsong appears numerous times in different motifs, from the slowest, most delicate pieces, so the more energizing pieces. I enjoy the redone prelude, since much of the instrumentation used in terms of strings is more evocative of cold and loneliness, which enhances Heavensward’s thematic elements a little more. I’ll personally be sad to see the theme go when 4.0 rolls around, but I love leaving the game on the start screen just to listen to it even more. The boss theme, Ominous Prognosticks, is more melodic than the A Realm Reborn boss theme, and it’s even better. It’s easy to hum, and I love the percussion and brass. The percussion drives the entire thing and the strings and brass carry it all the way through, especially frantic bit in the C-section. When the theme launches into the main melody in D, extending into the main Heavensward melody, with the chorus, it’s paced so well with the percussion hitting hard then extending into the main traditional Final Fantasy battle opener prior to the loop. It’s one of the better boss themes in the series, and it’s incredibly catchy. The Primal themes in this game are different from those of 2.1-2.5. Ravana’s themes demonstrate that Soken’s not all about rock operas or metal. The first half is a hilarious waltz. The strings make this far more than the chorus. But then you’re blasted into the second half with some hot bass (throatsinging) vocals and setting itself far apart from the other upbeat primal themes. The instrumentation doesn’t run far from the vocals, and the brass doesn’t overtake any of the vocals, letting the lyrics play out gracefully. I can just sing “the war still wageth on” when it comes up because I know when it’s coming up in the movement. I like it. It’s one of the better Primal themes in the game because there’s a lot of depth to the instrumentation and care taken in lyrical writing. For the second primal theme, Bismarck, Soken decides to go with more electronica as opposed to rock or what he did for Ravana. More drum and bass, and it sounds really good. It’s the first primal theme out of the two main ones that I gravitated towards because of the bass. The second phase adds some piano and slight vocals. The bass and percussion stand out more in front of the rest of the music and it’s something I always appreciate in any sort of music because bass anything is my sort of jam. The second portion of the track where the piano is added is nicely rhythmically-paced, integrating vocals. It’s hard to say out of the two primal themes which one I enjoy more, but it entirely depends on my mood. Heroes is the final boss theme of Heavensward, and it integrates parts of Dragonsong into the theme. Even listening to it while writing this up, I find myself humming the harmony because it’s my favourite part as opposed to the lead melody or the vocal portions. The portions where the main melody of Dragonsong flows in, it’s difficult not to be enraptured by the string sweeps, the percussion, the orchestration, and the brass. The Azys Lla theme is one of my absolute favourites. I don’t know what to gush about first. The introduction with electronica? The organ melodies (oh hell yeah, the organ melodies)? The theme is a deliberate nod to Final Fantasy VI’s New Continent, albeit with different instrumentation. I love the backing, too. It’s not something you typically hear unless you have a good audio system, but in some good headphones, during the downbeat/piano portion in D, there’s some really nice stuff being done with hi-hats and synth vocals. It’s fairly different from other area themes in the game overall, and it stands out by being a completely different genre from everything else. I have a very deep affection for Coerthas Western Day, and Coerthas Western Night, simply because they were really the first two themes I went out to experience for myself when I got to the Heavensward patch. The instrumentation in both is so melancholy, hinging on strings and piano in a cold wilderness. At the same timeChurning Mists Day and Churning Mists Night don’t get a lot of love in-context because... well, not a lot of people like that place. It sucks. Musically speaking, both themes are really nice inverses of each other and easily told apart due to a complete difference in terms of instrumentation. One is a beautiful piano rendition, and the other is draped in strings and plucking. The introductions of each piece are fantastic and tender and slow. Contention, linked previously, is one of my favourite themes in the entirety of Heavensward, and half of the reason is because it’s a very important theme for me. It is supposed to illustrate a deeper connection between two characters in the Heavensward narrative, and hence it’s a graver arrangement, led by a piano, of Dragonsong. However, in a personal sense, I generally associate the theme with Noi and me fighting then making up, or just being together listening to the theme and telling each other that we love each other very much. Thus, Conviction is very important to me, both as a game-player, and as an individual. Musically-speaking, it’s a wonderful grave piano arrangement of Dragonsong, and it doesn’t necessarily build or change outside of synth strings being added in a layer. Nothing necessarily overtakes the piano until a small grave climax in the theme. It’s very tender and I love it very dearly. I kind of dislike the Idyllshire Day and Night themes, and I find the Hinterlands Day and Night themes fairly unremarkable. I feel like they don’t necessarily add anything musically or add anything with respect to musicality other than “here’s this town theme, it sure sounds like a town theme”. The Hinterlands themes simply use instrumentation that don’t necessarily tug on my ears. By contrast, the Ishgard themes (Pillars : Night / Day; Foundation Night / Day), are much better and more grounded in emotion along with motifs for Dragonsong better portrayed through instrumentation. The piano, the brass, and the organs play out the prestige of a town theme mixed with a main title theme, and it’s a pleasure to listen to every time. However, the main dungeon theme for the dungeon in the Idyllshire area, Ink Long Dry, is one of my favourite themes in all of Heavensward. That jazz piano is some of the hottest stuff on this side of D4. The bass stands out, and while the time signature for this piece is weird, and everything about the piece is so weird, it’s the most relaxing piece in the entire game for me outside of another soon to be mentioned. Jazz fused with some weird instrumental hip hop in the main portion of the track, and it sounds so good. Out of the two postgame dungeons in 3.0, I like The Fractal Continuum more (not just because my damage-per-second shoots through the roof based on my job, but it doesn’t hurt!). While Neverreap sounds like a standard arrangement of The Sea of Clouds, Fractal brings its own fun melody to the table with organs, synth, a nice backing guitar, fun backing percussion and hi-hats, a nice little piano. But man, listen to that percussion. It’s almost to die for and I’d love to drum that myself if I ever got better at playing the drums. The Alexander themes are a true treasure. It’s something you kind of expect from the area, and from Soken himself due to his previous work and which genres he chooses to set his themes. The ambient theme doesn’t get a lot of play, and honestly due to the area, it doesn’t get a lot of love either. I kinda dig it because it reminds me of 90s rave music. The electric guitar melody is pretty hot, the organ is hard to hear but it adds a lot of melody, and the backing synth is jammin’. The one theme that everyone loves (well, not Jucksalbe :V :V) is the boss theme! This shit right here is super-hot. The lyrics are hot (dc, dying, dying, electricity!), the percussion is so fucking good in almost every section of the theme (particularly A-portion prior to a verse, with the electronica). The introduction is so good, and I’d love to hear an entire piano quartet rendition of the entire theme because of that. Sometimes I go in, hum one part of the melody and Noi hums the other for the harmony and it feels so good to know someone else gets it. Metal is probably the one theme that some folks who don’t play the game might know? There was a live version done at a panel and some non-FF14 players thought it was hilarious on my timeline, anyway. The lyrics are lore-specific, with FF14’s Goblinspeak pervading throughout the entire theme. This is where “No Busydeals For the Wicked” comes from, and you can’t help but to sing along to it to have something to laugh at because folks aren’t doing their jobs in the raid and not picking adds up when they should also the tank isn’t stunning the legs ... and... what? Metal is a theme that’s more or less a typical Soken theme. The lyrics don’t kick in until the battle actually starts and someone’s hitting something. The instrumentation is so caustic, particularly due to the reliance on hard percussion coming from all angles. The synth and the electric guitar pick up at a fantastic point during the theme’s chorus, and I especially love the bit during the second verse with some of the off-beat string points. It’s so frantic and sounds added in because they were late to the party, but it fits so well. The 3.1 themes are a bit hit-and-miss. The Diadem and its battle theme sound great for the first few times, particularly because they invoke the traditional prelude, and it hinges on more of an orchestrated sound as opposed to the rock or gothic themes that we usually get for raids. The B-portion of the former theme is probably the best part of it as opposed to the introduction which includes the prelude, because it sounds more militaristic due to the percussion, and yet, it evokes a sense of wonder due to the brass and flute. That being said, like any MMO theme like this, it gets very repetitive very quickly, particularly before its loop. The battle version of the Diadem theme is really cool due to the pacing of the track, and because it integrates the classical Final Fantasy battle theme introduction. I like it far more than the exploratory theme, and I kind of wish it had a longer loop because I’d rather hear that for 90 minutes straight as opposed to the exploratory theme. The two dungeon themes in 3.15 are really good, though one is old. Pharos Sirius only got a new (very excellent) piano introduction, and I wish the rest of the piece were more arranged to set it apart from its easy mode predecessor. Saint Mocianne’s Arboretum is gorgeous. I’ve used it as study music. The woodwind introduction, with the piano D-portion is my favourite. Never mind that the dungeon itself is gorgeous; the pacing of the track itself, particularly in its C-portion with its pacing piano prior to the loop and the B-portion relying more on strings and guitar, allow the player to perceive a sense of beauty and magnificence with respect to a slight reference to Final Fantasy IX. It’s a very nice arrangement of the Dravanian Hinterlands theme, and it makes the theme even more respectable. The new Vanu themes are so well-done to me. They’re so evocative of some Genso Suikoden III pieces that tried to inspire the same tribal tone but those themes weren’t always so successful at it. I especially enjoy the piano in this theme, combined with the underlying backing and percussion. It sounds so frenetic and disjointed, but it works so well, and I’m glad that these themes were integrated into the patch. The Gundu theme may not start off as strong, but its final portion before the loop has an excellent orchestrated background with a flute lead. I couldn’t help but to think, upon hearing the themes in the patch for the first time, that Soken grew a little bit. He’s not confined to rock anthems or electronica anymore. He can still land into traditionalist territory and set himself apart. I don’t have much experience with the Lords of Verminion theme because I don’t usually do the event. But man, it reminds me of Mortal Kombat. It’s so easy to dismiss it because of the electronica backing and the percussion, but the best part of it is the violin passage. Even then, it’s unfortunate that the loop is so short, when matches are apparently five to ten minutes long. The Void Ark themes are probably the best new pieces of music in the 3.1 patch. While traditionally gothic, it’s not every day that we get organ and piano-filled themes like that in Final Fantasy XIV. Void Ark’s Calm Theme relies on its organ, its piano, plucking, and softer percussion. I feel like I know the melody in and out because I have someone humming it in my ear every time I run through the dungeon with him. There are times when I literally have to tell him to shush because I’m concentrating on healing or hitting a thing, but it honestly makes me love the melody more because it tells me that the melody is quite catchy. Even during the battle theme, I can’t help but to sing the main melody along with Noi because it keeps me at ease when I’m in a tough situation. I do enjoy that the brass became more prominent in this version as opposed to the organ and piano in the former. The Echidna boss theme is still a variation of the Void Ark theme, but it includes choral work, more brass, and more percussion. The bells return and there is a sweet interlude in the C-portion with the original organ and flute before picking up to the main instrumentation. The final theme added in patch 3.15 is the (final boss spoiler) Primal Extreme boss. Some people kinda hate because it’s not enriching enough, but I love it. I love the B-portion, post percussion introduction, with the piano prelude joining an arrangement of the main final boss theme/Dragonsong arrangement. It’s a good arrangement in a completely different key. After the big bombastic portion finishes, a piano transition occurs which I absolutely adore. It’s backed by synth and very little percussion, and the portion slightly arranges the Azys Lla theme. It then transitions to a paced choral portion of Dragonsong with a final brass fanfare before looping. I haven’t done the fight yet because the running joke is that my FC is busy doing silly distracting things instead of new content (hey man, 3-4-manning content is plenty fun!), but man I’m sure I’ll love it in context when I do finally do it. I had asked Noi to run the Aetherochemical Research Facility with me on Friday because I was still struggling to vote between my heart and my head. And after our run was over, I realized that I should go with my heart. Listening to Dragonsong arranged with more percussion and emotion (brass/piano) made me realize a lot of things. Heavensward as a whole brought me closer to a lot of other people whom I consider good friends of mine. It brought me much closer to Noi in ways I wouldn’t have dreamed of three years ago. Talking about our experiences with the soundtrack, a few of us singing the soundtrack to each other, going “whoa” at some new pieces of music, and gabbing a whole lot about different parts of it made me realized that maybe it’s not so bad to go with your heart once in a while. From a technical perspective, Heavensward’s soundtrack is not perfect. It definitely has a few duds. Speaking from standpoint reflective of soundtrack cohesion, while Heavensward elects to use Dragonsong everywhere throughout its entire soundtrack, it isn’t successful in some areas, and it ends up being dragged down because of it (ex: Sohm Al; this is an arrangement for the sake of an arrangement to me). Heavensward’s highs more than make up for its inadequacies, however. This soundtrack, despite essentially being a motif arrangement soundtrack, demonstrates that Soken has grown very much as a composer since A Realm Reborn. And patch content demonstrates that he still is growing. I look forward to seeing what Soken does next, and I genuinely hope that he gets attached to a mainline single-player Final Fantasy game for everyone to experience his work.

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Solar Eclipse in Pisces- The Messiah Complex

And it will be in the last days, says God, that I will pour out My Spirit on all humanity; then your sons and your daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, and your old men will dream dreams.” – The Bible, Acts 2:17

Effective Date: February 26, 2017

Helios’ Astrological Angle on the Solar Eclipse in Pisces– Well, here we go again… Another eclipse! This one is in Pisces, and is about to make the last one look like a walk in the park. Leo is drama, but Pisces is epic. This eclipse will drown us if we let it- Or you could step up to the challenge and deliver an Oscar-worthy performance, now that you are coming from a raw and vulnerable place. Use the emotion that this eclipse gives you, channel it- Let it elevate you, not drag you down under. When it comes to Pisces though, there is only one way to win- through surrender.

Artemis’ Tarot Take on the Solar Eclipse in Pisces- Welcome to being stuck between a rock and a hard place – aka sandwiched between two Eclipses. This is a slow, anxiety filled simmer, my friends, and the only way we can see ourselves out of this situation is to build a bomb shelter. Fuck, this is a difficult one, Heretics, no matter how I cut it for you. This is the judgement of God type of shit, and either you receive grace or you drown in this baptism. There really is no way out, that is for sure. This Eclipse is happening opposite the true node in Virgo, meaning we are being sucked into a fucking black hole. Put your space suits on, Heretics, because we are entering a strange new world and things are just going to keep getting weirder from here…

The Sun & Moon, Venus and Neptune– This whole eclipse feels ungrounded, like it is not actually taking place in this reality, but some nightmare parallel world that we somehow find ourselves in. Yet, even though it may not take place in THIS reality, it still affects us deeply. There is a major sense of loss to this eclipse, as though some crucial part of ourselves has vanished; but we still feel it, like a phantom limb that still aches. During this eclipse you will find that many old things that you once thought done and buried will be rising up to plague you once more. Deals finished, debts paid, and lovers long lost- all could return now. Pisces is the great catch-all sign: Everything ends up there sooner or later. It’s the sewer of the zodiac. In fact, looking at the asteroids, it very much seems like the emphasis will be love (then again, what isn’t, this year?). The cosmos are about to give you that love your heart has been begging for, sobbing at the moon at three in the morning doing arcane blood rituals just to try to get him to notice you while you stalk his dating profiles that he may or may not have blocked you on because you were being a crazy hoe. There is a catch though- This is all a very monkey’s paw sort of situation, and every wish granted comes with a price. This love will be toxic to you. You will understand that this is not the love you truly need, one way or another. Nothing about it will work, BUT you will be given the chance that you are begging for. You will get the opportunity to prove the universe wrong, and I wish you the best of luck in doing so. No matter how this shakes out, you will gain tremendous wisdom from this time.

Not only will you gain wisdom, but you will also gain perspective. You see, there is a part of you that still thinks it is your mission to save the world, on your own. More than that, you still think you have to sacrifice yourself to do so! This is not the way it has to be. You are just looking for a good excuse to take the easy way out. Stop. Now is the time where you step up and start taking responsibility for your life, taking ownership for the moments you have yet to live. This is your life, and you should know better than to sell it so cheaply. Now, I say all of that because this eclipse will be a siren’s song to that part of you- You will feel as though you are being called once again, like it was pre-2012. You will be inspired, and find a many others have been as well. You will feel as though you have a duty to DO something with this insight, but will be clueless as to what that is. You see, the insights come when we are still, present in ourselves, and open to the truth within our souls- After they come we try to share them, with the best of intentions, but then all of a sudden someone is starting up a new round of Crusades. Focus on your own life. Find the truth within yourself. The great coming together of 2012 was wrong in that it tried to be a physical meeting- in 2017 it must be a meeting of souls. (Minor Planets used: Hylonome, Orcus, Amor, Apophis, Pandora, Chariklo, Circe, Terpsichore, Heracles, Teharonhiawako, Asbolus)

Sun (Judgement), Moon (The Hierophant), Venus (9 of Wands), Neptune (7 of Cups)- Well, fuck. I pull the damn Judgement card followed by the Hierophant for the eclipse itself and “Bloody Mary” by Gaga begins playing on my radio. Let us not dismiss this Spotify Divination! This is definitely a spiritually flavored Eclipse, and how could it not be? It is in fucking PISCES, the sign of Jesus himself. And like Jesus, we are all being crucified by something or other right now, and the weight seems to be completely and utterly unbearable. How in the world did Jesus endure through all of that suffering? He gave himself up to a higher power, that’s how. Now, wait a minute before your mind starts attacking this concept! This is kinda like Alcoholics Anonymous (appropriate for a Pisces post), because I know a lot of us are going toward mind numbing activities just to get through these transits right now. In order to fight forces stronger than yourself, you must merge into something larger than yourself. Like the Zords in Power Rangers. Or The Backstreet Boys. People who otherwise could not power through on their own join together to become a swarm, protecting the whole’s purpose. And we must help each other, because this truly is like a black hole we are sinking into. Take a peak at what you need to see, like a black scrying mirror, but don’t stare too long! For the abyss will stare back at you, and you will be forever mesmerized into it’s depths.

Each of us is a Hierophant, an heir to a tradition, and that is coming to the surface more than ever right now. Remember 6 months ago – that last fucking Pisces Eclipse that essentially rocked our world – well here is the culmination of that tidal wave. What is it that your ancestors have passed down in your bloodline for you to accomplish? What is your “super power,” so to speak? We are taking a look back (this Eclipse is opposite the North Node), back, back I say! Back to the past so that we can see exactly what it is that we are meant to do – meant to be – meant to see. A trip through the past is rather violent, though, and especially ridden with depression and anxiety. Here there be dragons, and here there be the monsters of your past which you must confront once again. We have the power to heal ourselves of our past misery, but accept it as a necessary part of our merger with the divine. Pain leads to elation, but first we must uncork this bottle.

Remember, Heretics, this is Star Year and we are going to follow this muthafucka out of this forest, no matter what monsters we run into on the way. The trees may be getting thicker, and we may have some cloudy nights, but that star will emerge again. You must have faith this year, and as I announced at the start of the year, your faith will be tested over and over again. Do you trust those you are intimate with? Do you trust your government? Do you trust the masses? Do you trust yourself? All the things you hold dear are being attacked (9 of Wands), but these fights are what is going to make you transcend. These trials are like sandpaper, and you will eventually emerge polished, and they will be rendered useless.

Mercury- So Mercury, all on his own out here, is the true central figure to this eclipse. He has just moved into Pisces, and as such, he is on the South Node of the Moon. What this means is that for this Eclipse, we have a true conduit to the divine, the world beyond ours. Now, the more lightworkery among you might take this as a chance to start throwing around words like “Higher Self” “Ascension” and “Multi-Dimensional Time” or some other such buffoonery, to which I say NO! This isnt 2011 anymore, we know better now. What IS going to happen is this: The skies will part for you, and you will receive a vision. This can take many forms, but in some way during this period you will come to a realization about your life and where you are along the path. For most of us, this will be a rude awakening, a painful one. For some it will even be horrifying, as if they awoke from a pleasant dream into a living nightmare. You will be challenged to destroy those things in your life which are holding you back from your success, from following your passions, and you will not want to do it. It will feel like you are giving up your lifeline to your past, because that is exactly what you are doing. You no longer need the lifeline, what you need is to find the courage to dive into the here and now. Cut the cord and take the plunge. (Minor Planets used: Pelion, Typhon, Quaoar, Hygeia, Eros)

Mercury (The Chariot)- Our dreams, the visions we have, all of these things are as real as the world we live in now. The thing is, these material objects you see in the world in front of you today – your computer, your whiskey, your car, the restaurant you ate at last night – these things were all dreams before manifest reality. And we want to create, we really do! But we have no fucking idea what to do. We feel trapped in other people’s creations – pushed up against a wall with their judgement being cast down upon us. And just like the last Pisces Eclipse, we can’t see a god damn fucking thing in regards to where we need to go. This can lead to HEAPS of anxiety and a feeling of being lost forever. Without a vision for the future, where the fuck are we in the vast expanse of space? Sure, this Eclipse is making it literally impossible to see the future clearly, but this is for a very, very fucking important reason. We must create it. What are the visions you are seeing? What is your past trying to teach you? Visit with the ghosts, but do not stay here. They will suck you in and keep you there forever – like Hotel fucking California. Get the information you need, and get the fuck out.

We must manifest these visions into reality, and the conduit to all of this is us. We are the medium for the visions, and once we accept ourselves as a vessel – a cup for the divine waters to pour into – only then will be ready to receive. Yeah, more surrendering shit, but would you rather struggle and drown? You have no fucking idea where you are right now, why not answer that call? Are you afraid that you may hear you have been crawling through the thick because you have veered off your path too far? Wouldn’t you rather know? Don’t slide into Piscean escapism. You must make a move. You must use this water energy to manifest your deepest desires. Because if you don’t, you can sure as hell expect a great deal of punishment from yourself. And no one can save you from yourself but you.

Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Pluto– So we need to talk about something. Roiling around in your subconscious is the deep and abiding fear that you are insignificant and impotent in the world, and that you will soon be exposed for it. You must confront this very soon, as it will be thrown up in your face if you do not. All your fears will come true if you refuse to face them. You are unconsciously acting from a place of deep fear right now, and what you think is you getting ahead is actually cutting yourself off at the knees. You need to examine your motivations before you make any choices now, lest your decisions lead to your undoing. You cannot trust in yourself implicitly, you have to second guess everything. This is good, because nothing truly makes sense on its own right now- You are caught up in the churn. You will be dragged down and swept out to sea if you don’t keep your head up. There are so many currents trying to claim you as their own right now, and all you want is some dry land to rest on; Unfortunately there is none in sight- You have to keep swimming until you reach the shore. As above, there will be some majorly weird synchronicity the past, old issues resurfacing that you had long since forgotten about- These will be deeply personal, and you have the chance to end them once and for all. It could, however, return something lost that you miss very dearly. If that is the case, then you have a second chance at it, and will have to move on it quickly before it slips away again. You are a different person, even from how you were a month ago. In these times, you can grow as much in a month as it used to take in a year. Showcase how you have changed. In doing so, you may realize that what has returned no longer serves you, and if that happens do not allow nostalgia to override common sense- Move on and act in your own self-interest. This may seem difficult, but remember; Rough seas make for strong sailors, and a lot of sea-sickness! (Minor Planets used: Atlantis, Osiris, Askalaphus, Eris, Echeclus, Hebe, Ixion, Isis, Siwa, Cyllarus, Deucalion, Pallas Athene)

Mars (5 of Cups), Jupiter (5 of Pentacles), Saturn (Empress), Uranus (Page of Wands) and Pluto (King of Swords)- So what do you do when you are being literally crushed? You let go. You become a dream. Or you become an explosion and clear that motherfucking debris out. Pisces wants you to surrender, and that is going to be a hard as fuck thing for a lot of you to do. Do not feel shame. Do not feel guilt. Let it all go and start again, and only then will you be able to see clearly the road you were always meant to follow; because that road isn’t some illusion put there by others. Because that road isn’t something that you are told to go on, but one that your ancestral line has been following for generations. When we are stuck in the waters, we must follow the current – not fight it. Breathe…. breathe… and let go. In the end, you are the only one who will manifest judgement on yourself. You have the power to see past the wrong judgement because your cause is far greater than what has been placed before you. You are not here to save the billions of other beings on this planet. We must give mercy and grace to others so that one day, perhaps, they will learn to lay mercy on their own lives. Remember, the only person who can save you in the end is yourself.

We sit here and we punish ourselves for our dreams, and allow forces to control our perception of reality. This happens to the best of us, over and over again, but we must not give up. We have been given this amazing chance to live in this beautiful realm, and we cannot give our power to others. We must take our power back and wield a fucking sword (King of Swords). You may have to do things you do not want to do, but you know you must do them. This lunation isn’t about feeling comfortable. It will do everything in it’s power to make you feel uncomfortable so that you either choose to completely give up and join the collective (oh Pisces), or power through like the force of a Volcano into a newly polished ego (hello Aries season, coming up next!). Everything is being taken from you, stripped from you so that you realize what the real stuff of reality is. Sometimes we need to be told to eat cake by an out of touch lunatic before we rise up and realize our true power. There is no poverty of the heart. You are making it up. You are giving yourself excuses not to accept the love that is around you. You deserve it. Deep down, every monster is a child begging to be loved (hello Uranus as the Page of Wands), but somewhere along the way they have been told they are worthless by someone who had a lack of self love. This lack of self love is like a virus that can spread, from parent to child or lover to lover or friend to friend. The chaos wants you to create, it is saying you have everything you need accept for your own faith in yourself! You’re drowning in your self doubt. Would you allow someone you saw drowning to drown? If you would help them, you can surely help yourself. This is like the trials of Hercules, folks, and if you don’t have the grit to get through it, you wont get the grace you so long for. Reality is harsh right now. Our faults are being magnified, but that is because we wont be able to make it if we don’t fix these blemishes. Confront your monsters, have faith in yourself and do not run, because through the trials we face lie the gates to salvation.

Solar Eclipse in Pisces- The Messiah Complex was originally published on Heretical Oracles

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