You would think right? Especially since every word of it like anything I write about myself is backed up by municipal records and eyewitnesses. The fact that I am not a household name goes to show the control the faggot squad exercise over the media.
I had a spastic moment of laughing to myself when you mentioned how you were in your own reality on the beach. For some reason I couldn't help but think of the Mighty Morphin(e) Power Rangers lol. Traversing realities to unite and create a Megazord as if you're Jet Li from "The One" traversing dimensions and killing his parallel selves growing stronger with each one he defeats.
I met Maria Orsic at the foot of Saint Michael's Taur, at Glastonbury in 2012. She came up to me, while my wife & me were taking a stroll to the side of the very sacred ancient tumulus, on the country dirt road, to the left of the Hill. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked "Do you know the path to Saint Michael's?" I thought to myself, what an awfully odd question; "But the passage is just there to your right, thru the lower bushes." She smiled. She must have been in that electronic bottle! And believe me she didn't have a face that could be found in any night club. She wasn't shallow. Nor fickle. She was PUR. That sort of Person doesn't go to those places. She's a VESTAL. A Holy VESSEL. Noli me tangere.
...been followed for a long time. Since before meeting Canseliet on the left bank in 1982, in Paris; 6 months after his alleged death. I guess Eugène Canseliet knew how to bottle himself up ?! He gave me a book.
The Writer Bernanos, I met in an Apple Orchard, in 84, 85. In Montolieu, near Carcassonne. 16 kilometers away. That year half the village was frozen. In my bedroom, it was less 15 degrees centigrade. I was cutting apple trees for fire wood, with a simple old trimming saw. He came up to me. He was majestic. With dark grey suit and dark brown over coat & silver lapels; the Class. A noble demeanor. Like a beau gangster. He asked for apples. I said it wasn't my property. That the "Little Versaille" was for sale. That there was no one there. Went and looked. Found a bag. Found some apples. ...he was happy. He'd been supposedly dead since 1948!!!
On the Bifrost Bridge, we can meet our own kind. But you have to have a mind that has no fore thought; they decide when to come and where to meet. There are no appointments. The priority is INNOCENCE. The Rule is Honest Conduct. Nosce te ipsum.
Jung would write the forward, the only time he ever did that for anyone, for- Serrano’s book The Visits from the Queen of Sheba, first published in 1960. After initially reading the book, Jung remarked to Serrano “if you ever have the luck to meet this queen, do not make the mistake of marrying her. That Queen is for love, not for marriage...” (64) Inexplicably Jung then added without explaining “only the poets will understand me...” (65)
Reminds me of when I was alone in my own virtual barbie and ken dollhouse growing up and every now and then I'd catch something out the corner of my eye playing with my toys a giant eyeball staring inside before swiftly moving on.
...but fortunately for me good old goofy Karl wasn't a poet! Just a bad ass imitator, another Freaky-Mason pretending to comprehend the ANCIENT & Antique & Noble & Venerable Science: The Hidden GNOSIS (Ha Daath) of the worthy ones who have no prejudices and are crossing the Abyss to Freedom. Who go from one world and back, without wearing an apron, ever.
But let's say Charly was right, LOVE and sex are not the same thing. Mickey knew that very well, he always wrote about a Platonic & Esoteric Eternal heterosexual sort of metaphysical Love, (though androgynous) that would be the contrary to Mortal Love or just plain fucking, like an animal out of season, having sex & making mortal babies: A- Mor. He did not practice a physical sexual TANTRA with his Loved-One. Om namah Shivaya! He had a wife, had kids, a girl & a son thanks to his sacred uncircumcised "quiquette" (like we say in French).
Besides did you know, even if I do appreciate the South American Aryan Latino, it was known that the Dalaï Lama had made him a gift, it was a Tekel or some kind of Chihuahua. In any case it was a puny thing. You know, those little hairless doggies with cute Yoda faces always looking like they're about to cry, but like a Shrew bite the hand that feeds them; the chihuahua is known for its terrible & irascible nature! But that's beside the point. Only means that Don Miguel didn't have a dragon but a Yoda doggy as adversary.
In any case, one day when Mike wasn't a nice guy with his ordinary mortal sexual partner, in a soft rage he told her, "My dearest darling, no need to worry for me, when I'm feeling down, I just look into the eyes of my chihuahua,( you know, Dalaï's gift), And then I see the eyes of my beloved Alouine looking straight at me!!! She's on the other side looking in." (...that came from the horse's mouth, I'm not kidding. I think it was in the second volume of his 3 part autobiography.)
I was always drawn to Zagreb, and after I have seen what I have seen I know the reason why far too well...As a young boy I never understood why NDH- Independent State of Croatia (1941-1945) was invited to NS Germany, now all makes perfect sense..."Interesting name"- MARIJA it is not MARIA-MARY.
MARY-ARMY or Slavic MARIJA-ARMIJA same thing, how about them apples:D
Marija Oršić-Name and last name.
Famous slogan-"Niemand bleibt hier"-it is not meant for the past but the future...but you must be worthy a perfect knight.
I forgot to tell you last time, love your writings, Thank you.
Thanks HP! Niemand bleibt hier, aber manchmal kannst du zurückkommen, wenn es für dich singt! Unfortunately, I've been a very naughty knight. In the tomb there will be more than likely some cleaning up to do!
Incredible l'aryensoufi. You are dead on about the innocence and honesty aspect to it along with speaking with no forethought as most pre-thought conclusions are either a lie or directly tied to an emotional bias. As an adult we lose most of that and spent my entire life trying to regain. I've told myself many times there is no reason to lie even small ones despite we tell ourselves we must lie to survive in this world. Perhaps its true or we make it so or perhaps that's where the corruption begins losing trust in destiny altogether if we stayed true. The lie most likely spawns from the deepest carnal fears. Being alone, fighting the world, or pain and suffering. It's still a beautiful lie we tell ourselves to sleep at night. It's not that hard to provoke the truth and to be yourself as a child it takes time to mold them into the adult game of noble lies teaching them how to dance in the masquerade.
Lot of strange things happened then and as if watching my whole life flash before my eyes before knowing it to even happen I was dead tired wandering what the whole point of it was for. Trying to make this lie of a reality heaven, watching it be destroyed, going mad in return, weaker and exhausted to a point of uselessness I internally gave up even though I was warned all this would happen before starting. It was only then when my insides became soup did the lights that I knew dim sitting next to my space heater as a child that I was approached from within the darkness that surrounded me. Very intimidating like that at a nervous state a child might think they're about to be disciplined. Expecting a beating for something or another I looked down and away but from within I was boldy told to look at her in her eyes and once doing so like a tractor beam it became impossible to do otherwise.
Everything went weird like a steel pipe hit me in a full body funny bone sensation that standing felt impossible until I let go. That's when I shed the false body and stood naked in front of her embarrassed but true. Trying to be the old shelf was incredibly difficult and it felt more humiliating to even try lying or pretending even about the most basest of things we do daily. I don't remember how the conversation went but it must've went decent as I saw myself still staring at this dark haired beauty physically while talking to her standing right next to my body. It was a moment I wished to last forever and somehow knew it couldn't, but it was enough to give me the ability to live out this dream. One moment had the power to do that and make you go through whatever was necessary and then some. When Jeffrey Daugherty did an interview with John Lamb Lash on Sophia a year ago I remembered what I always knew but life just had me forget. I still remember that blushing of hers and could feel its warm vortexes in my own cheeks.
My only question is whether it was in the past or the future. I still can't remember perhaps because just seeing it once is still not good enough.
LOST: Jacob gives a bottle to his brother, it is not a representation of Man in black as Yt title says, and the meaning of the bottle is more than obvious, it is not full...He is the
current keeper of the Lightouse-House of light... Lighthouse signals tell ships on the Sea to avoid the shores or how and where to make the approach.
They are "Lost" on the Island....wink, wink...after the plane crash...with an assembled consortium of minds I highly recommend that you take a peak(TWIN-PEeK-s) into this show...
Revelations-disclosure-Twin Peaks for the LOST at SEA...
peek through
1. To peer, glimpse, or glance through (something) quickly, shyly, or inconspicuously.
Maybe I should write about this, but I rather read you, fine people, I always prefer to read somebody else, than me...
Like David Bowie, "Sting" is always there but he is more in the shadow not as exposed as David Bowie.
My observation? These wave maden`s are phisical manifestations of the wave function which is the Spirit of the creation.
Jung said it best that these magical women are not nor ever will be wives. Real physical women are to be wives to live in peace and harmony with.
These women are part of the creation proving beyond our 5 senses that the world is a frequency and not seen by those 5 senses yet that world is more powerful than the world seen.
The black goo? It's here for a reason to force a choice.
The Church refers to it as original Sin.
Every heart on this planet will be given a choice to accept the goo or to live by Spirit!
Spirit is true its like a wave on an open boat and to live by that Spirit is to ride that wave in that boat to where it carries you.
Spirit is like a great Ark or a man leading a people across a great body of water in the belly of the wave or at the waves bottom crossing on dry land.
Said this as he walked on water on top of the wave
The black goo? It appears to me to be super concentrated evil and a remnant here are immune to it here on this plain.
The infected like our elite seem immune to facts and reason as its beyond service to the goo as it's more like that they are a human physical manifestation of the goo being pure concentrated evil.
The infected as the infection takes hold will get more evil by the day the way I see it however, a remnant will survive the cycle just like the fossil record indicates. Buildings and tablets and structures from our past that we have no clue what they were for?
The Dogan Jack? As the dwarf star and our sun transition through the toroidal black hole and change places to a new world there must be a cleansing process in the transition as how can such evil be allowed to continue?
John Von Newman? Jewish arrogance personified. He thinks that he is above the creator? Like that other Jew Oppenheimer who said that he was the destroyer of worlds.
This world that Von Newman created is just one small place in the cosmos and perhaps a prison self created to house Jewish arrogance which in reality is the black goo.
The American .gov serves the black goo since it is run by jews and their arrogance.
You would think right? Especially since every word of it like anything I write about myself is backed up by municipal records and eyewitnesses. The fact that I am not a household name goes to show the control the faggot squad exercise over the media.
I had a spastic moment of laughing to myself when you mentioned how you were in your own reality on the beach. For some reason I couldn't help but think of the Mighty Morphin(e) Power Rangers lol. Traversing realities to unite and create a Megazord as if you're Jet Li from "The One" traversing dimensions and killing his parallel selves growing stronger with each one he defeats.
I met Maria Orsic at the foot of Saint Michael's Taur, at Glastonbury in 2012. She came up to me, while my wife & me were taking a stroll to the side of the very sacred ancient tumulus, on the country dirt road, to the left of the Hill. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked "Do you know the path to Saint Michael's?" I thought to myself, what an awfully odd question; "But the passage is just there to your right, thru the lower bushes." She smiled. She must have been in that electronic bottle! And believe me she didn't have a face that could be found in any night club. She wasn't shallow. Nor fickle. She was PUR. That sort of Person doesn't go to those places. She's a VESTAL. A Holy VESSEL. Noli me tangere.
...been followed for a long time. Since before meeting Canseliet on the left bank in 1982, in Paris; 6 months after his alleged death. I guess Eugène Canseliet knew how to bottle himself up ?! He gave me a book.
The Writer Bernanos, I met in an Apple Orchard, in 84, 85. In Montolieu, near Carcassonne. 16 kilometers away. That year half the village was frozen. In my bedroom, it was less 15 degrees centigrade. I was cutting apple trees for fire wood, with a simple old trimming saw. He came up to me. He was majestic. With dark grey suit and dark brown over coat & silver lapels; the Class. A noble demeanor. Like a beau gangster. He asked for apples. I said it wasn't my property. That the "Little Versaille" was for sale. That there was no one there. Went and looked. Found a bag. Found some apples. ...he was happy. He'd been supposedly dead since 1948!!!
On the Bifrost Bridge, we can meet our own kind. But you have to have a mind that has no fore thought; they decide when to come and where to meet. There are no appointments. The priority is INNOCENCE. The Rule is Honest Conduct. Nosce te ipsum.
Jung would write the forward, the only time he ever did that for anyone, for- Serrano’s book The Visits from the Queen of Sheba, first published in 1960. After initially reading the book, Jung remarked to Serrano “if you ever have the luck to meet this queen, do not make the mistake of marrying her. That Queen is for love, not for marriage...” (64) Inexplicably Jung then added without explaining “only the poets will understand me...” (65)
https://jackheart.substack.com/p/twin-peaks-and-the-return-of-the?s=w
Rock songs are full of references to meeting her, my favorite being the Beatles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVv7IzEVf3M
And for Tara we have Country Joes entry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBUOKnLdJpc
Reminds me of when I was alone in my own virtual barbie and ken dollhouse growing up and every now and then I'd catch something out the corner of my eye playing with my toys a giant eyeball staring inside before swiftly moving on.
...but fortunately for me good old goofy Karl wasn't a poet! Just a bad ass imitator, another Freaky-Mason pretending to comprehend the ANCIENT & Antique & Noble & Venerable Science: The Hidden GNOSIS (Ha Daath) of the worthy ones who have no prejudices and are crossing the Abyss to Freedom. Who go from one world and back, without wearing an apron, ever.
But let's say Charly was right, LOVE and sex are not the same thing. Mickey knew that very well, he always wrote about a Platonic & Esoteric Eternal heterosexual sort of metaphysical Love, (though androgynous) that would be the contrary to Mortal Love or just plain fucking, like an animal out of season, having sex & making mortal babies: A- Mor. He did not practice a physical sexual TANTRA with his Loved-One. Om namah Shivaya! He had a wife, had kids, a girl & a son thanks to his sacred uncircumcised "quiquette" (like we say in French).
Besides did you know, even if I do appreciate the South American Aryan Latino, it was known that the Dalaï Lama had made him a gift, it was a Tekel or some kind of Chihuahua. In any case it was a puny thing. You know, those little hairless doggies with cute Yoda faces always looking like they're about to cry, but like a Shrew bite the hand that feeds them; the chihuahua is known for its terrible & irascible nature! But that's beside the point. Only means that Don Miguel didn't have a dragon but a Yoda doggy as adversary.
In any case, one day when Mike wasn't a nice guy with his ordinary mortal sexual partner, in a soft rage he told her, "My dearest darling, no need to worry for me, when I'm feeling down, I just look into the eyes of my chihuahua,( you know, Dalaï's gift), And then I see the eyes of my beloved Alouine looking straight at me!!! She's on the other side looking in." (...that came from the horse's mouth, I'm not kidding. I think it was in the second volume of his 3 part autobiography.)
A-Mor.
I was always drawn to Zagreb, and after I have seen what I have seen I know the reason why far too well...As a young boy I never understood why NDH- Independent State of Croatia (1941-1945) was invited to NS Germany, now all makes perfect sense..."Interesting name"- MARIJA it is not MARIA-MARY.
MARY-ARMY or Slavic MARIJA-ARMIJA same thing, how about them apples:D
Marija Oršić-Name and last name.
Famous slogan-"Niemand bleibt hier"-it is not meant for the past but the future...but you must be worthy a perfect knight.
I forgot to tell you last time, love your writings, Thank you.
Thanks HP! Niemand bleibt hier, aber manchmal kannst du zurückkommen, wenn es für dich singt! Unfortunately, I've been a very naughty knight. In the tomb there will be more than likely some cleaning up to do!
Incredible l'aryensoufi. You are dead on about the innocence and honesty aspect to it along with speaking with no forethought as most pre-thought conclusions are either a lie or directly tied to an emotional bias. As an adult we lose most of that and spent my entire life trying to regain. I've told myself many times there is no reason to lie even small ones despite we tell ourselves we must lie to survive in this world. Perhaps its true or we make it so or perhaps that's where the corruption begins losing trust in destiny altogether if we stayed true. The lie most likely spawns from the deepest carnal fears. Being alone, fighting the world, or pain and suffering. It's still a beautiful lie we tell ourselves to sleep at night. It's not that hard to provoke the truth and to be yourself as a child it takes time to mold them into the adult game of noble lies teaching them how to dance in the masquerade.
Lot of strange things happened then and as if watching my whole life flash before my eyes before knowing it to even happen I was dead tired wandering what the whole point of it was for. Trying to make this lie of a reality heaven, watching it be destroyed, going mad in return, weaker and exhausted to a point of uselessness I internally gave up even though I was warned all this would happen before starting. It was only then when my insides became soup did the lights that I knew dim sitting next to my space heater as a child that I was approached from within the darkness that surrounded me. Very intimidating like that at a nervous state a child might think they're about to be disciplined. Expecting a beating for something or another I looked down and away but from within I was boldy told to look at her in her eyes and once doing so like a tractor beam it became impossible to do otherwise.
Everything went weird like a steel pipe hit me in a full body funny bone sensation that standing felt impossible until I let go. That's when I shed the false body and stood naked in front of her embarrassed but true. Trying to be the old shelf was incredibly difficult and it felt more humiliating to even try lying or pretending even about the most basest of things we do daily. I don't remember how the conversation went but it must've went decent as I saw myself still staring at this dark haired beauty physically while talking to her standing right next to my body. It was a moment I wished to last forever and somehow knew it couldn't, but it was enough to give me the ability to live out this dream. One moment had the power to do that and make you go through whatever was necessary and then some. When Jeffrey Daugherty did an interview with John Lamb Lash on Sophia a year ago I remembered what I always knew but life just had me forget. I still remember that blushing of hers and could feel its warm vortexes in my own cheeks.
My only question is whether it was in the past or the future. I still can't remember perhaps because just seeing it once is still not good enough.
You've left me speechless my friend. Ave.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nhklJd_SK0
LOST: Jacob gives a bottle to his brother, it is not a representation of Man in black as Yt title says, and the meaning of the bottle is more than obvious, it is not full...He is the
current keeper of the Lightouse-House of light... Lighthouse signals tell ships on the Sea to avoid the shores or how and where to make the approach.
They are "Lost" on the Island....wink, wink...after the plane crash...with an assembled consortium of minds I highly recommend that you take a peak(TWIN-PEeK-s) into this show...
Revelations-disclosure-Twin Peaks for the LOST at SEA...
peek through
1. To peer, glimpse, or glance through (something) quickly, shyly, or inconspicuously.
Maybe I should write about this, but I rather read you, fine people, I always prefer to read somebody else, than me...
Like David Bowie, "Sting" is always there but he is more in the shadow not as exposed as David Bowie.
Message in the bottle-Sting
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep us together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
My observation? These wave maden`s are phisical manifestations of the wave function which is the Spirit of the creation.
Jung said it best that these magical women are not nor ever will be wives. Real physical women are to be wives to live in peace and harmony with.
These women are part of the creation proving beyond our 5 senses that the world is a frequency and not seen by those 5 senses yet that world is more powerful than the world seen.
The black goo? It's here for a reason to force a choice.
The Church refers to it as original Sin.
Every heart on this planet will be given a choice to accept the goo or to live by Spirit!
Spirit is true its like a wave on an open boat and to live by that Spirit is to ride that wave in that boat to where it carries you.
Spirit is like a great Ark or a man leading a people across a great body of water in the belly of the wave or at the waves bottom crossing on dry land.
Said this as he walked on water on top of the wave
Follow me
A fine example of that Spirit led life
The black goo? It appears to me to be super concentrated evil and a remnant here are immune to it here on this plain.
The infected like our elite seem immune to facts and reason as its beyond service to the goo as it's more like that they are a human physical manifestation of the goo being pure concentrated evil.
The infected as the infection takes hold will get more evil by the day the way I see it however, a remnant will survive the cycle just like the fossil record indicates. Buildings and tablets and structures from our past that we have no clue what they were for?
The Dogan Jack? As the dwarf star and our sun transition through the toroidal black hole and change places to a new world there must be a cleansing process in the transition as how can such evil be allowed to continue?
Just what I see.
John Von Newman? Jewish arrogance personified. He thinks that he is above the creator? Like that other Jew Oppenheimer who said that he was the destroyer of worlds.
This world that Von Newman created is just one small place in the cosmos and perhaps a prison self created to house Jewish arrogance which in reality is the black goo.
The American .gov serves the black goo since it is run by jews and their arrogance.
Classic Jack Heart.
BTW, Jack check your email for my latest piece.
MK
I don't have anything Mike, mail it to jackheart@jackheart.org
Ok, did so. Let me know if it made it there.
MK
It's all set with illustrations, I'll post at noon Mike to give it some room from my cross post of HP's piece