The Sun and Jupiter; 72 Degrees of Friendship

July 18, 2023; 4:08 PM

Sun Quintile Jupiter

At 4:08 PM today, I saw the Sun in the 8th House on the 25th degree of Cancer ♋️ in aspect to Jupiter in the 6th House on the 12th degree of Taurus ♉️.

When Juipter is in the 6th House, there’s a big-time commitment to work. It might be the work we do for a living to earn a paycheck, or it could be the work we put into a health regimen or training routine.

Taurus is a fixed sign, and it’s a bit stubborn, but on a positive note, the bull’s singlemindedness gives it the ability to stay consistent to the task at hand.

But, with the bull’s resistance to change, we run the risk of a serious burnout. There could be health issues because of a lack of sleep or a lack of nutrition, which has a domino effect on the immune system levels.

Jupiter is the planet of expansion, and once that faucet is turned on, the water will fill that bowl until overflow occurs.

The gracious and willful sun taps his buddy on the shoulder here and says, “Hey, Jupiter, don’t forget to take a break. Don’t forget to sleep, and don’t forget about food and drink. You’re doing a fabulous job and making tremendous gains, but you’ll only go as far as healthy body allows.”

Have a great day, and thank you for visiting N.B.

Loop 2

Loop Part 2 of 2

Introduction

Over the years, hell has been defined by a number of people and in a number of different ways. There is, however, one thing we can all agree on, and that, is that hell, without a doubt, is a place. What kind of place specifically you wonder? Well, that’s another story for another time because usually, we have to wait for the person experiencing hell to give us his or her perception of it. But, what about the people who don’t come back? What about the people who never make it out? Not everyone makes it out to share their story. Mr. Pool was one of the lucky ones.

My Story

Most people say hell is a dark place of torment. They say it’s hot, and I’m not talking about the hotness of a summer day. I’m talking about extreme heat, and air so thick and heavy, that it’s impossible to breath. Based on the stories shared by others, I imagined hell to be a place full of demons and creatures. I imagined piles of skeletal remains telling the many stories of those who came before and the lifeless gaunt bodies of those there in the present-too tired to even talk-punished if they did.

I guess my imagination got the better of me though, because hell, my hell, wasn’t like that at all. Well, wait a minute. That’s a lie. Now that I’m thinking about it, there was a fire. Yes, there was a fire, I just wasn’t in it very long. I can’t even tell you how many times I came stumbling out of that fire, and that’s only after I was aware that I was doing so.

It’s your turn to use your imagination. Imagine waking up to this reality where the same thing keeps happening over and over again. You come stumbling out of this fire over and over again, and it’s not just a fire. It’s a fire that erupted from an explosion!

Anyway, you’re only survivor, and after you come stumbling out of this terrible crash and fall into the extended arms of the paramedics, you’re rushed to the hospital and rushed back onto the same helicopter that just crashed. I have no idea how long this was going on for, and like I said, even after I became aware that it was happening, it happened so many times I lost count.

For me, this was hell. My personal hell wasn’t hot. There were no demons, no devils with pitchforks, and no creatures. My hell was being stuck in a repeating sequence of events. I literally woke up to this reality, and once I did, things got interesting.

Now, there are three parts to this story. There’s how I became aware or woke up, what happened when I did finally, and how I managed to get myself free.

Becoming Conscious

The crazy part concerning my sudden awareness was that I truly believe it was meant to be because when you think about it, it shouldn’t have happened. In case you’re not familiar with professional DJ equipment, I’ll explain. Professional DJ equipment like a cd player back in the day had a loop button on it.

You could take a twenty second portion from a ten-minute song and keep it replaying in a loop. If you time it perfectly, the loop is seamless. How long would it would take the crowd to realize their favorite song wasn’t actually playing, but on a twenty-second loop? Who knows, but some will eventually. Something will cause that light-bulb-moment in some of their heads.

This is what my situation was like. It was a seamless loop from the time I came stumbling out of the fire to the time I came stumbling out of the fire. How do you wake up from that? How could you when there’s nothing to lead you to believe there’s more than what you’re experiencing?

Well, I did, and it was the implementation of numbers that caused my awakening. Numbers, they’re our creator’s imprint on things, and that’s why I say my awakening was meant to be. I woke up to this horrific reality because I was supposed to. The first step to resolving any issue is to become aware of it. Right? How can you solve a problem if you’re not aware the problem exists?

Numbers. The number of the hospital room was 716, and I explained that I would never forget it because that was my birthday. I was born on the 16th day of the 7th month, July 16th. Now that I’m looking back on this, and it’s all hindsight now, I wished someone would come to the room to tell me they loved me, because subconsciously, from the repetition of this loop, I knew I wasn’t going to be in that hospital for very long. I realize this now.

Then, I saw the number 716 again because it was the number on the helicopter. When I saw that number for the second time, I had another wish. It was a different wish. I was hoping and wishing that I was actually a crab (because I was a Cancer) with an impenetrable outer shell I could retreat into, because subconsciously, probably from the repetition of the loop, I knew the crash was coming up next.

So, it was the number, 716. It was seeing the same number in two different places and having two different wishes. 716 was an alert that something was about to happen. It’s like going to bed at night and setting your alarm clock for the following morning at 7:16.

716 was the wakeup call. It was a wakeup call that I was about to leave the hospital, and it was a wakeup call the helicopter was going to crash. Instinctively, I was asking for what I needed through my hopes and wishes, and that’s how eventually, I woke up and realized I was stuck in this repeating sequence-this seamless loop of repeating events.

The Loop

Emotionally, I was all over the place once I realized I was in the loop. At first, I felt like claustrophobia was setting in-like the walls were closing in and it was hard to breath. I was anxious, and scared. Then, suddenly, all those negative emotions and feelings subsided, and I was filled with laughter and joy.

I did not ask to be here, and I did not ask to be stuck in this sequence, but I wasn’t alone. Surely, there were other people experiencing this hell with me, and the fact that I wasn’t alone provided some relief. Just some.

I begged and pleaded with the paramedics and first responders to listen to me. I tried to tell them we were all stuck in this loop-this repeating sequence of events, but they just laughed at me. They told me I was delusional from the crash, and for a brief moment, they almost convinced me that was true. I mean, from a medical standpoint, I could see why they would think that, but I knew better.

The deck was stacked against me and just getting them to listen to me was an uphill battle. They were so into their job and following procedure that I don’t even think they realized I was talking to them, but I was.

“How the hell am I going to convince them that what I’m saying is true if they won’t even listen to me,” I thought to myself. So, I decided, instead of pushing the proverbial rock up the hill, I’ll just let it go.

I wasn’t going to kill myself trying to convince them that I was going to crash in their helicopter, and once again, fall into their arms several hours from now. Screw it.

Then, I tried to play the role of the prophet. When I was in the hospital bed, and things were a little calmer, I told them I could predict the future. I told them I was a time-traveling prophet sent back to them from the future to warn them about the lives that were going to be lost in the helicopter crash.

I told them, in advance, they were going to transport me by helicopter to another hospital, and while in route, the bird would take a nosedive. They blew me off until the doctors actually made the decision to transport me.

Then, they were impressed. Yeah, I turned a few heads, but I guess they weren’t impressed enough to ever call off the helicopter. So, the sequence continued.

I tried everything. I begged them, I talked to them, and I played the roles of prophet, alien, time-traveler, and God himself. I used sarcasm, humor, and love to get through to them, but they were impenetrable like the shell I wished for.

Then, I said to myself, “You know what? I’m going to have some fun with this. Instead of stumbling out of the fire, I came out doing cartwheels, running zigzags, and doing jumping-jacks. Sometimes, I came out singing and dancing. One time, I came out of the fire moonwalking with no clothes on.

Nothing changed. They never changed. The paramedics and first responders were always standing there with their arms extended-waiting for me to fall into their clutches, and I always did. I always returned to the hospital, and they always took me in and pushed me right back out to the launch pad. In one door and out of the other.

I tried to warn the pilot and the people on the helicopter. I tried to tell them they were going to crash, but they never listened.

The helicopter always crashed, and I returned to the flames that engulfed a helicopter behind me. Instinctively, I didn’t turn around, not because I didn’t want to, but because I knew. I knew there was a helicopter engulfed by those flames.

The joy left my body, and nothing was fun anymore. I wasn’t alone, but in a sense, I really was. There was no one to play with. No one was there to laugh at me and all the silly stuff I was doing, and I had no one to laugh at.

I got sad and began to cry. The real reality was setting in, that I just gained conscious awareness only to be stuck in this frigging death loop.

Then, I got angry and filled with rage!

Like I said earlier, emotionally, I was all over the place once I realized I was in the loop, and believe me, I got it all out of my system before finally putting my thinking cap on.

Unwinding Hell

Game over, it was now time to think! I stopped joking, I stopped dancing, and I stopped reaching out to those around me. I stopped preforming and I stopped putting on a show. No one was listening to me, and there really wasn’t a lot of time. Immediately, after coming out of the fire, I thought about things. I used the time on the gurney, my time spent in the hospital, and that short ride in the helicopter before it crashed to think about what was going on.

Physically, I was going through the motions, I was on autopilot, but mentally, I was completely aware and alive. And, yes, it was difficult to keep my mouth shut when I knew exactly what was going to happen, but talking wasn’t the answer. That was clear. Whatever show I found myself in, I was definitely not the star.

I just needed to do two things I hadn’t done yet, listen, and pay attention. The loop itself was seamless, that part was true, but there were imperfections in it. The longer I thought about it the more I realized it didn’t make sense.

I came stumbling out of the fire, that’s how it always started. So, I started there. If this sequence began with me stumbling out of the fire, then that would mean the return point is the crash itself. But, how could that be? How could this sequence begin and end with the helicopter crash, even though, it seemingly did?

I replayed the events in my mind, “The helicopter crashes, I go to the hospital, and I get back in the same helicopter that crashes again?”

It didn’t make sense.

If this loop was perfect, I wouldn’t have any knowledge of the crash. If the loop was perfect, I shouldn’t experience anything twice, or at least no single event should happen twice in the same loop.

But, it did, and I did experience something twice in the loop. The number 716. You see, in order to unravel the loop, you have to find the point where the sequence is connected. Once you find that point, you can pry away until an opening is created, thus, once again allowing the free flow of events that are supposed to take place.

A loop is a circle, but it’s also an illusion. There’s supposed to be this perfect and continuous ending with a new beginning without there really being a beginning or an ending, but I had to get here someway.

Somehow, I ended up in this loop, and if it wasn’t the crash then where was the entry point?

It was the hospital. I went to the emergency room, and the doctors decided to transfer me by helicopter. When I got into the helicopter it crashed, and this never-ending loop began starting with the crash and me going back to the hospital, but I wasn’t originally in the hospital because of the crash.

My life, or the timeline of my life got twisted with someone else’s, and I knew that because I didn’t die in the helicopter crash. It obviously wasn’t my time to die.

Now I knew, the timeline of my life got twisted with someone else’s timeline, and that was God’s plan because I didn’t die in a horrific helicopter crash. I was now in someone else’s timeline because I was supposed to be there, I was supposed to wake up, and I was supposed to save a life.

But, whose timeline, and how could I save them or him or her if no one was listening to me? Those were the questions.

I don’t even know how many more times I had to go back in that helicopter before realizing what I had to do, I just knew that every return was another chance for me to experiment. It was another opportunity to take what I retained from the previous loop and continue building until I perfected this thing.

Finally, the light bulb lit up in my skull, and instead of running over that guy who was still mumbling something despite loosing the lower half of his body in the crash, I decided to bend down and listen to what he was trying to say.

He was the pilot, and he was the only person in this entire sequence of events who was actually trying to talk to me. See, I didn’t need to convince anyone of anything, I just needed to listen.

When I bent over, he said to me, “We didn’t have to die today, but tell my wife I love her.”

We didn’t have to die today?

What did he mean?

It took a while, but I got it right.

They were rushing me out of the hospital and onto the launchpad. As they brought the wheelchair lift down slowly to accommodate me, I noticed the number on the helicopter.

716 was the number, and I’ll never forget it because I was born on the 16th day of the 7th month. Yup, July 16th. I was a Cancer.

When I got in the helicopter, I motioned for the pilot to come to me like the paramedics and first responders had done so many times before.

He did, and when he got close enough he put his hand on my shoulder. I pointed towards the gauges of his flying machine. He looked and realized the helicopter was out of gas.

-F.J.L

Loop is a short story fiction piece written by Francis Joseph LaManna.

Loop, The Video

Loop is a short story fiction piece written in the first person. I’m playing the character of Bobby Pool, a man who wakes up to the reality that he’s stuck in a repeating sequence of events.

The first part has already been posted, and the final installment will be up today. Check back and read about Bobby’s full story as he explains how he woke up, the ordeal he went through, and how he finally figured out how to unweave himself from the entanglement of this peculiar predicament.

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Booby Pool, stuck in a Loop.

Loop

Introduction

Fans, Friends, and Followers, good morning! I can’t remember the last time I wrote short story fiction here on N.B., and I guess it’s because I decided a while ago that any material good enough to sell, I would hold and work into one of my books. But, then I said to myself, “I’m not going to hold out on my followers!” Let’s have some fun!

Without further delay, here’s the first part of a two-part short story fiction piece titled..

LOOP

I came stumbling out of the fire that engulfed something behind me. I couldn’t tell what it was, and I wasn’t about to look back either. Maybe I was in shock, I don’t really know, but the body parts that lay scattered had absolutely no affect on me. I didn’t even stop to talk to the man who was still mumbling something despite having lost the entire lower half of his body.

A high-pitch ringing was all I could hear, and the horrific smell of something cooking wafted into my nostrils, but when I raised my head finally, I could at least see the clear path ahead of me. A group of paramedics and first responders were frantically motioning me to come to them. I assumed they didn’t want to get too close to whatever was burning behind me.

They were waving their hands, and I continued moving forward in their direction. When I reached a distance safe enough for them to make a move, the group stepped up, met me in stride, and they caught me as I fell forward like a track star crashing through a ribbon at the end of his heat.

There’s a good chance I would’ve hit the pavement face-first had they not been there to catch me. The next fifteen or twenty minutes were a blur, even though, I never lost consciousness. Ever-so-gently, they placed me on the gurney, strapped my head and neck in place, and gave me a thumbs up before loading me into the ambulance. We sped off with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

Then, we reached the emergency room entrance at what I guessed to be the nearest hospital, and the doors slip open wide for us. Nurses and different staff members rushed to my side and ushered me down the long corridors of the hospital until we reached an open room. 716 was the room number, and I’ll never forget it because I was born on the 16th day of the 7th month. Yup, July 16th. I was a Cancer, and to be honest, I was longing for the familiar at this point.

I hoped and wished someone I knew would show up just to say I love you and everything would be okay, but that didn’t happen. I mean, maybe it would’ve if there was time , but after several x-rays and some other tests I overheard the doctors talking about moving me.

They were shocked at my condition, almost in disbelief, but they weren’t about to take any chances. They arranged to have me air-lifted or flown by helicopter to another hospital for additional testing.

Removed from my bed and in a wheelchair now, I was being pushed out to the launchpad located on the roof of the hospital. As they brought the wheelchair lift down slowly to accommodate me, I noticed the number on the helicopter.

716 was the number, and I’ll never forget it because I was born on the 16th day of the 7th month. Yup, July 16th. I was a Cancer, and to be honest, I was longing for the familiar at this point. I was hoping and wishing that I was actually a crab with an impenetrable outer shell I could retreat into..

..because this bird was going down. It was going down fast-nose first!

I came stumbling out of the fire that engulfed something behind me. I couldn’t tell what it was, and I wasn’t about to look back either.

Check back for the continuation of Loop, a two-part short story fiction piece written by Francis Joseph LaManna.

The Connection Between E.A.P and the Priory of Sion

Tonight, for no apparent reason, I pulled The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe off my closet shelf and opened it to a short story titled, MS. Found in a Bottle.

After reading the story, which is about a man who’s on a ship that almost sinks after water washes over the deck and floods the lower half, (the flooding kills everyone onboard except two people, and at the end of the story, the ship is whirling around getting sucked into the main drain of the ocean) I saw a short paragraph written by Poe himself.

In the picture above, Poe talks about how he wrote this story long before he found the Mercator maps. Yes, he was a visionary, ahead of his time, and probably a prophet. But, the words black rock caught my attention because I saw them somewhere before where they were included in a mystery.

Mystery solved!

The picture above is from Robert Howells book, Inside the Priory of Sion. The paragraph about Pisces talks about the commander of an imperishable ark. In Poe’s story, he was on a ship. At then end of this paragraph, it says, “Perhaps, as the commander of the imperishable ark, impassive as a column on his white rock, scrutinizing the the south, beyond the black rock.

When I first read Howell’s book, I had no idea what this meant, but now I do. There must be a humongous black rock at the North Pole, and a humongous white rock at the south pole. Whoever this commander is or was must’ve stood on the black rock at the top of the world gazing towards the south pole.

BREAKING: Aliens, New Mexico, & the 1997 Movie, Cube?

I posted on Twitter and the N.B. Facebook page to check back here, so, you’re probably wondering what all the fuss is about?

This morning I dragged myself out of bed at six something, and let me remind you, it’s Sunday, and today is probably the second time in a long time that I’m not working seven days in a week. Why am I up?

I stumbled over to my desk, opened my cell phone to the Pluto app., and starting watching a movie I saw a while ago, “Cube.”

Cube came out in 1997, and it was written and co-directed by Vincenzo Natali. In short, it was about a group of people who awaken and find themselves in a room that they later figure out is just one square room in a giant cube. As they navigate their way through this deadly machine, lives are lost, people are murdered, and people straight up lose their minds. In the end, it comes down to mathematics and science, and finally, they figure out what the hell is going on.

Okay, that was the movie I was watching this morning. I was tired, and wondering why I watching it when I could’ve been sleeping. As the movie progressed and got towards the end, I had my awaking after some powerful and coincidental quotes were said.

Let’s begin with the quotes from Nicole de Boer, who played Joan in the movie.

Time: 1:08:54. “27. I know where the exit is.”

Time 1:10:02. “The room starts off as a bridge, then it moves its way through the maze, which is where we ran into it. At some point, it must return to its original position. The bridge is only a bridge for a short period of time. This thing is like a giant combination lock. When the rooms are in their starting positions, the lock is open, but when they move out of alignment, the lock closes.”

Time 1:12:13. “IT’S ASTRONOMICAL!”

Those three quotes say it all.

Now, the wheels were turning in my head.

A few scenes earlier, when Helen Holloway, played by Nicki Guadagni, reaches the assumed edge and way out, she finds herself in a dark exterior portion of the cube.

I took this picture of the screen with my cell phone. To the left, you’ll see Holloway hanging by a rope made of clothes, but immediately, I noticed something else.

Look at all the rooms with the light shining out of them.

I said, “Now that looks familiar.”

And I was right!

It’s the state flag of New Mexico.

As in Roswell, (the 1947 Alien crash) New Mexico.

I dug a little more and found this picture of Nicole de Boer.

So, what does all this mean? Well, I have several hunches, and if you watch the movie you’ll understand.

We always think we have to go somewhere far away to find the answers to what we’re seeking, but the truth is actually the opposite. If we stay put and give the cycles around us time to complete, we’ll get all the answers we’re looking for.

Boer said it! As a matter of fact, she yelled it! “IT’S ASTRONOMICAL!” And, “27. I know where the exit is.”

27 is a reference to the Moon.

All this technology that’s created to take us wherever we want to go, is a temptation on a spiritual level. Just stay put, and let the cycles move around you.

I’m 43, but when I was around 29, Saturn made its first full orbit around the sun coming back to its position in my natal chart. The Saturn return opened a path of spirituality and self-discovery for me.

Just like in the movie, how they say the room in its starting position is a bridge, and the bridge is the way out; I’ve been constantly writing about Barbara Hand Clow’s book, Chiron, Rainbow Bridge Between the Inner and Outer Planets. The bridge is the commonality!

I think Boer was is on to something in the movie when she makes the comparison of what they’re in as being like a giant combination lock that’s open when the rooms are in their starting positions.

Perhaps, when the planets are in their starting positions, something is open, but when they move out of alignment, it’s closed?

Or, what about the houses? I think maybe, we can compare the rooms in the movie to the houses in the astrological chart. When the houses return to their original positions, something opens up.

And what about Maurice Dean Wint, the man playing Quinton? I just blogged about x-rays, and there’s a scene in the movie where he compares the way he sees and thinks to x-rays.

What about the aliens? I do believe that scene I took a picture of showing the exterior of the machine they’re in is absolutely a reference to New Mexico. Perhaps, the secret we as humans are unaware of is precisely when this opening occurs.

Maybe, extraterrestrials and off-planet civilizations know when the lock opens, and they use that brief moment in time to enter in to the atmosphere of our planet.

I don’t know for sure, but I’m going to keep playing around with this until I figure it out. I’ll probably start with the astrological houses, but like Boer said, “IT’S ASTRONOMICAL.” Not astrological.

One last thing. In the movie, we see the image of the state flag of New Mexico, but there’s a square in the movie, and it’s a circle on the flag. For those who are in this circle of thought, think. Remember the term, squaring the circle? If we square the circle, we can make it a giant cube, and then all we have to do is figure out the degrees of arc.

Remember this picture? I posted it on here several times. Two summers ago, I took this picture of my window one morning because I wanted to capture the sunlight coming through the window and the curtain.

When I looked at the picture on my phone I noticed a strange big circle, and under it, was what appeared to be a half moon or arc, with a dot of light in it surrounded by another circle.

Then, I zoomed in on that dot of light, and realized, it was an eye.

Now, today, I’m looking back at these pictures after watching Cube, and I noticed my curtains are a chessboard design.

A circle on the flag. A square in the movie. Squaring the circle.

🖖🖖👽👽💙💛💚

Moon Scope; A Culmination in Capricorn

July 2, 2023

Today is Sunday, July 2, 2023, and thank you for visiting N.B. I don’t know if it’s because of the creation story in the bible that, in so many words, says, “God created the earth and everything in it in 6 six days and rested on the 7th,” or if it’s the Sun/Son in Sunday, but a great many people believe Sunday is the end of the week, when in fact, it’s the beginning.

Is this important? Yes, because believing Sunday to be the end of the week, eclipses the true meaning of Saturn, the planet associated with Saturn-day, or Saturday. Just remember, the Sun represents creation, it’s the beginning, and no life can be sustained without the light of the Sun, therefore, the new week begins with the light of the Sun on Sunday.

For a second, think about the timing of this, it’s incredible!

As this new week begins, which is also the first full week of July, the heavens are blessing us with a night of revelations. We couldn’t ask for a better way to begin a new week, but the question is, “What will be revealed, and how will it affect this fresh new start?”

Well, to give you an example of what I mean, that, at the same time shows how perfect the timing is in the Milky Way, I’m going to share a video clip that came to me last night. I don’t know how old this story is but, like I said, it was revealed to me last night.

Capricorn is the earthly sign of culmination because naturally, Capricorn is a 10th house sign. The border or cusp of the 10th house is marked by the culminating point, the Midheaven.

The 10 House governs our careers, our reputations in the community, and our standing with the public. The relevant or related professions in this situation that are governed by Capricorn are Administrator, Civil Servant, School Principal, and Political Leader.

So, here we are, it’s Sunday, it’s the first day of a new week, and the revelations we received are directly related to Capricorn and the 10th House, which just so happens to be the sign of the culminating, or full moon tomorrow night. (Obviously, there are other signs and houses involved astrologically, I’m showing all of you the portion connected to our Moon’s placement.

How will the information provided by this video help shape the week ahead?

That takes us back to the original question, “What will be revealed, and how will it effect this fresh new start?”

The answer to that question is, “It will effect your start however you allow it.”

I’m not going to lie, Capricorn, isn’t the best placement for our watery and cool Moon, but there’s an old saying to get us through this: “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

It doesn’t matter what revelation comes your way, as long as you’re reserved and patient. Capricorn is “the sign” of prudence. Prudence is being careful about the decisions you make, not taking any risks, and not saying or doing something you’ll regret later.

When information comes your way at this time, be the Goat Fish. Don’t swing for the fences here.

Be persistent, and wait for the pitch to come into your zone, and when the opportunity presents itself, be so quick to seize what’s yours that you leave the people around you spinning in circles.

2 and 8 will be lucky numbers until July 5th.

Dark green and brown are the lucky colors, and the American cities that highlighted now are Chicago and Boston.

In closing, I would like to say a few things, that in some way, are related to the video I posted. There’s a lot of misinformation and disinformation out there, and I’m not going to mock the misinformed because they’re actually the victims in all this.

For the longest, our system condemned cults, and the main reason was because they claimed the people who ran them (Charles Manson) had the power to manipulate their followers. Those poor innocent people, they joined a group looking for safety and support, and they ended up being brainwashed.

But I ask you this, “If our leaders today have their followers believing men can have babies, or that men can menstruate, then what’s the difference between these so-called professionals and the cult leaders they condemned?

Biologically, a person can either be born a male or a female, that’s it. If you’re born as a female, biologically, then you’re a female. If, in 25 years, you start dressing like a man because you feel like a man, that doesn’t mean you’re actually a male now. You’re still a woman, and leading you to think any other way would be taking advantage of you.”

This is why Alex Jones always said the world is ran by a cult.

Knowledge is power, and the truth, despite how hurtful it may be, will set you free.

Thanks for visiting NB! Enjoy you’re new beginning.

BREAKING NEWS Aliens Hidden By Penis Play!

First, notice how the cover is split into quadrants. Then, in the upper right-hand quadrant, you’ll notice the letters A L E N, those are the last four letters of the name HALEN, but….

Notice the position of the lead singer’s head. David Lee Roth’s head is centered between the letters L and E, and it’s turned to the side so that his right “eye/I” is showing. So, his right EYE is where the letter I would be in the word A L I EN!

We’ve seen this cover thousands of times since it came out, but for some reason, we never noticed the AL EYE EN.

Why?

Because we were distracted by David Lee Roth’s penis play! He put his microphone where his penis is to pretend the microphone was his dick.

And we all laughed and laughed and laughed, and never even noticed; there was an Alien in the top right quadrant.

That’s what we get for being dumbed down, I guess.

Oh, I almost forgot. Van Alen radiation belt/ Van Halen.

Flashes of Insight

Did you read my last post? Well, im still sitting in my car, but i just had this lightening fast storm of insights.

A lightening-fast storm of insights; that’s what I call a series of random thoughts that come to me really fast one after another.

They seem random, but once I think about it, I’ll realize they’re all connected and there to deliver a message.

The eye in my bedroom was the first thought.

For those who aren’t aware, this eye showed up in a picture I took while in my bedroom.

Then came thoughts 2, 3, and 4: Eye of the Centaur, Chimera, and Chmura.

The eye in my room reminded me of the book Barbara Hand Clow wrote, Eye of the Centaur. I haven’t read it yet, but I know it has something to do with past lives.

The chimera is a mythological creature that she mentions in another book, but chimera is similar to Chmura in looks and sound.

Chmura is Mark Chmura, the old tight end for the Green Bay Packers.

5 was a vision of the planetary symbol for Uranus.

6 was a vision of the spiral I saw in the center of our Sun (during the summer of 2007, I think)

What’s the relevance, and how is all this connected?

When I was in high school, I got a Superman tattoo, and Packer TE, Mark Chmura, was the motivation behind me getting that tattoo. I was playing football in high school at the time, and I remembered seeing it on him while I was watching a Packer game on television. “That’s cool,” I said to myself.

Then, I had a vision of the planetary symbol for Uranus. Uranus, according to Clow, is the planet of awakening.

In my birth chart, Uranus is on the 25th degree of Scorpio. The Sabian Symbol for 24/25 Scorpio is, “An x-ray photograph.”

The last vision or insight was an image of the spiral I saw in the sun’s center.

I wasn’t sure how all this connected until I Googled x-ray.

Superman had x-ray vision! There’s the connection to Mark Chmura and the Superman tattoo.

Then, these pictures turned up on Google when I searched x-ray:

The spiral in the sun I saw back around 2007 during the summer was my official awakening (Uranus)!

Now, it all connects. A series of seemingly random thoughts; the eye, The Eye of the Centaur, Mark Chumura, the Superman tattoo, x-ray vision, Uranus, and the spiral.

WTF

I’m sitting in my car, and I started thinking, “This is frigging depressing.

It’s gray and gloomy as shit outside.

I work almost 70 hours per week, and I have two jobs, yet I can’t afford my own housing, and I can barely afford food. There are cameras everywhere, and we’re constantly under surveillance.

It feels like I live in one of those futuristic post-apocalyptic societies you see in the movies. Or like the Humanity Bureau or something.

WTF.