Road to hell

 So, exactly 11 years after Prince William’s infamous 1111 (eleven eleven) appearance on the front cover of Hello magazine issue date 22/02/2010, Boris announces that everything will be more or less open by midsummers day, 21/6

Which is Williams birthday, for obvious symbolic reasons.

And we are on a one way road to freedom?

After the Covid reign

Bits and pieces I wrote on Facebook from October, just for thought purposes. I hope you like them, it is rather disheveled,

He checked the time: 2:10am. He went upstairs, checked the boy. He checked the locks again, went to the kitchen, took his bag off, sat down and took his soaking socks and trainers off. He rubbed his feet dry with an old rag, put on slippers, stood up and poured himself a very large malt whisky which he used to wash down 1.25 milligrams of diazepam. Them he lit his pre rolled banger, went to the back door, smoked it, downed the dregs of the whisky and retired to bed. It had been a productive nights work.

At 6:20 his alarm went off. He was already awake. He got up, splashed his face with water, scrubbed his hands , put on fresh socks and trainers and headed to the shop in his village. It was mid March, 2021 and there was a mood of optimism in the daily queue for the rationed bread and milk. A queue which had dwindled over the last two months. A vaccine had been found, the people were rejoicing, no more would the early morning talk be over who had died yesterday. 

There was a caveat; it would take several months to roll out so the plan was to put the children first, they and the key workers would get vaccinated first, then the rest of us alphabetically. Once you were vaccinated you received a mark, a little chip under the skin which allowed you to access shops, trains, buses, museums, recreational facilities and suchlike with no need for a mask or social distancing. Without the mark you could do little but a mask did help sometimes. 

He went home, he knew the job was fucked. No more listening in the morning queue, listening to hear who had died, then scavenging their houses late at night for alcohol, tobacco, pharmaceuticals and whatever else short term currencies he could locate.

It was a shame for the children, their parents were given a slightly different vaccine, it didn’t agree with them. He had a job again.

......

He checked the time: 2:10am. He went upstairs, checked the boy. He checked the locks again, went to the kitchen, took his bag off, sat down and took his soaking socks and trainers off. He rubbed his feet dry with an old rag, put on slippers, stood up and poured himself a very large malt whisky which he used to wash down 1.25 milligrams of diazepam. Them he lit his pre rolled banger, went to the back door, smoked it, downed the dregs of the whisky and retired to bed. It had been a productive nights work.

.....

He checked the time: 2:10am. He went upstairs, checked the boy. He checked the locks again, went to the kitchen, took his bag off, sat down and took his soaking socks and trainers off. He rubbed his feet dry with an old rag, put on slippers, stood up and poured himself a very large malt whisky which he used to wash down 1.25 milligrams of diazepam. Them he lit his pre rolled banger, went to the back door, smoked it, downed the dregs of the whisky and retired to bed. It had been a productive nights work.

...,

It was a fine morning for a stroll up the hill; crisp, clear and bright. From the hill you could see for miles and so it was here he stood, as he did every morning, just watching, thinking, listening and sniffing the air. 

When the wind was from the East he could also hear the sounds: the diggers, the tippers, the drillers, the builders. Whatever way the wind blew he could see the fence, 11ft high, metal, topped with rolls of barbed wire, electrified, heavily illuminated. Edenburgh : a covid free paradise. A fence which resembled a snake eating its own tail, bordering a much smaller city with far fewer occupants. 

Many had died in the winter of 2020-2021.

He finished his smoke and headed back home; the old college campus at Ecclesmachan. It was here they had established their moon base alpha, a commune of misfits and wishful thinkers , drawn together by circumstance. 

It was a well thought out location, an abandoned agricultural college, with decent facilities and potential. And it was working. They scavenged what was left of the old society and prepared for a new one. 

In the new cities there was no need to scavenge, unlike the covid dripping brainless monkeys with clothes on who roamed the badlands. The state supplied all their needs: shelter, food, work and a 5G internet connection. It was paradise. It was freedom.

He went back to his apartment via the now defunct pig cultivation huts. The growing house, the finishing house etc etc.He remembered the smell which still lingered and probably would for years. Little had changed in some respects. He remembered Francis Bacon , his New Atlantis and he felt sick.

....

By late April 2021 it was clear that society, as we knew it, had collapsed. The scavenger stood in the queue, patiently awaiting his rations: one loaf of 50/50 , a packet of wee willie winkie sausages and 568ml of water-milk. This would be his last time in the queue.

With so many dead already it was requested that the survivors - mostly the children with the key workers, the vaccine avoiders and those few which the “poisoned” vaccine had miraculously spared-  should move to the closest city centres: thus from 1st May, afterwards no food supplies would be delivered to the Scotmids in rural areas.

Landrovers patrolled the housing schemes on the peripherals , loudhailers proclaiming “there will be no more food deliveries to shops soon - head for your local city if you want to survive. You can return to your home soon, once the supply chain returns and everything goes back to normal”. 

The covid survivors were weak, they saw mutton dressed as lamb, they sacrificed themselves for a Frankie and bennies that never materialised. 

Nor did they ever return. 

By May 2021 the scavenger knew, as he had always known. It was clear two human cultures were emerging. The question for many was: which path do you walk on. 

But there was no whispering wind of reconciliation, no Loch Lomond to meet at again.

...

Who would have thought it, he thought, as he looked down from the hill at what was once, not long ago an agricultural college and equestrian centre, now Eccleshaven, a newly established community, risen, Phoenix style, from the ashes of the covid pandemic midden. 

He looked again at the pencil notations on the back of the embassy filter fag packet. It was like the Pogues and the Irish Rover, he hadn’t written it. 

20,000 : corned beef 

18,000 : beans (of which 12,000 Heinz)

17,000 : spaghetti hoops ( 14,000 Heinz)

14,000 : beans and sausages (9,000 Heinz)

12,000 : spaghetti and sausages (9,000 H)

10,000 : salmon 

10,000 : tuna

8,000 : tomatoes

4,000 : ham

2,500 : assorted soups 

2,000 : meatballs (of which 1800 Campbell’s)

1,800 : ravioli (1,600 Heinz)

1,500 : fruit (of which 1000 peaches)

4 : goblin hamburgers from the olden days.

He was well pleased, there were approximately 250 in the community, of all ages, and this was just their tins, for the winter. They had other food too, eggs and bread and milk. They didn’t eat much new meat nowadays but the Scavenger appeased the vegans within the kibbutz by saying that there was no point in not eating the beef already corned in tins, otherwise the poor animals lives would have been pointless. It was a mutable point. 

Everyone got on well in the community, there was no animosity, no greed, no selfishness. Everyone had their own space but there was a giant communal area where, over the months, everyone grew to love. Old ladies and gentlemen sat on their favourite armchairs, brought from their old abodes and played with the toddlers and children. It brought them back to life for it is curious that older people often revert to childhood pleasures and they smiled again and their eyes twinkled. In the afternoons everyone there ate cake. 

Outside, those that could work were working. It was not hard, they were simply preparing for next year, tilling the soil , adding the vital organic matter so well supplied by horses. They had time to prepare, they had supplies.

At night they ate, they danced, they played bingo, they were happy, probably happier than they had ever been. 

He put the stocktake back in his pocket. It was October 2021. He took the Purdey  from inside his Massimo Osti jacket. He had sawn down the barrels and the stock,, it fitted beautifully between the inner and outer layers. There was other stock to take care of but it could wait till after Christmas. Time meant nothing, it was a case of opportunity.

He took a slug of whisky, climbed down the hill and onto his horse.

....

Edenburgh, formally known as Edinburgh, in October 2021 was a building site.

What was left, other than the castle and Holyrood Palace, were being torn down. The debris was used for levelling purposes and giant new student like accommodation blocks were being constructed. These would house the adults who, at the moment, were accommodated at the Saughton Prison and various university campuses: working , sleeping and eating noodles. 

The children had been removed from them, taken elsewhere to be educated, thus allowing the adults more time to work and pay off the covid debt which by this point was astronomical. A giant digital screen had been erected on top of the Scott Monument which showed the debt on a daily basis. The whole purpose of life was to work, bring the debt down and, by means of such, help the children. The citizens were never allowed to forget the debt, nor the threat of viral contamination, either from covid or a fresh, newly mutated virus which might blow in from the Badlands. Anything could happen.

Luckily, the “gods”, as a very select few were known, had a plan. A domed roof, constructed with a newly found material that the gods had invented,  was to built over the city: an ambitious plan but do-able. It would take the form of a spiders web as this was a proven structural technique. Once the roof was completed and the fences covered with the same material, the environment would be secure. To commemorate this event, a tree was to be planted in the city centre, close to the debt clock. It’s fruits were poisonous, they would instantly kill and it was to be a reminder to the survivors of what could happen.

Furthermore, once the roof was complete it was decreed that the survivors- the intelligencia - as the gods had crowned them, could abandon their clothing as it would be no longer required and, in fact was unhygienic.

...

It was 25th December 2021 . He awoke and took a glug of whisky , rolled out his scratcher and lit a salmon. It was still dark and too early for breakfast- he didn’t want to waken the other residents prematurely so he just put on his boots and climbed out the window.

He slept in his clothes, generally but not always.

Up the hill he went, as always, a morning ritual to be honest , to view Edenburgh - formerly known as Edinburgh, from a safe distance, its encaptured ignorant citizens blind to reality, electronically enslaved, busy working to pay the interest on the post  Covid debt.

Even though it was Christmas, the slaves appeared to be hard at work, finishing off their self-build prison, the fences completed long ago with only the dome roof to finish. It reminded him of The Clangers.

He heard a slight noise behind him and turned swiftly, his finger quickly on the trigger, but it was nothing;  an old dog fox out for breakfast, it’s old diet of KFC now curtailed 

he had been obliged to move back to the countryside and scavenge for worms and mice as his ancestors had done. The scavenger was at one with Foxy Loxy, as he called him, he saw him many mornings.

He mused over the non existent Edenburgh Christmas and realised it had probably been moved to the Summer Solstice. There was good reason for that because in the “new world” - of which Edenburgh was capital, a new religion had begun with a new “Jesus” . It helped the slaves state of mind, gave them something to think about.

Since it was Christmas he had opened a fine malt, scavenged from a cellar of one of the better properties in Uphall. He took a swig, lit a home made salmon and headed home.

It was time to dress as Santa Claus.

...

It was midsummer- 21/06/22- and the enslaved citizens of Covid free Edenburgh, formally known as Edinburgh,  were well chuffed. In recognition of their hard labour in fence building, the domed roof completion and the replica, to scale, Grand Pyramid, which had been constructed in the old Niddrie, close to the tree of the fruit they were forbidden to eat, close to the clock that showed the perpetual debt, a Holy Day had been granted. It was the first and it would last. 

When they awoke at their leisure that morning, Edenburgh was in darkness, the fluorescent lighting which normally illuminated their city 18/7/365 having been dimmed. However the pyramid was spared and could be seen clearly from all angles, together with it’s missing capstone .

The silence , there were no noisy vehicles nor birdsong, was broken with the familiar tannoy speaking an unfamiliar phrase: 

“All citizens must be available at 3:30pm, a special celebration is to be held”.

The lights went on and the people went to their refectories , as they always did, for their breakfast of bread and water. Today, as a bonus, they received an egg, the first they had seen for months and months. Over their breakfast they were told it was a present from a Mr. Amen- Ra, one of the “gods”.

How they rejoiced.

At 3:15 they assembled in the streets outwith their dormitories. Giant screens had been erected. Again the lights dimmed and the pyramid was illuminated. Suddenly, at 3:20, the screens showed the children, naked, surrounding the base of the pyramid. The children had previously been removed from them to be educated and allow the parents to work longer and reduce the debt. Some of the adults cried with joy. A misguided joy,

At 3:29 precisely, Edenburgh and the pyramid plunged into darkness. At 3:30 precisely, through a tiny chink on the dark domed roof,  a tiny shaft  of natural sunlight shone, illuminating the top of the pyramid and missing capstone.

A figure appeared, dressed in gold, the reflected sunlight vivid. The people gasped and the tannoy began to chant Amen Ra, Amen Ra, over and over. It was almost magical, the entity clearly feeding on their energy. It was almost symbiotic, the more they chanted, the brighter the figure got.

Suddenly at 3.33pm, the natural light vanished, the Sun having moved on. The pyramid was again artificially illuminated and the figure stayed, its clasped hands pointed upwards above its head.

The people were hypnotised, it could perhaps be said their brains were now lead and the pharaohonic figure gleaming gold. It was alchemy.

The golden age had begun.

Back up in the commune the scavenger was swimming . They had dammed the burn, built a pass for the sea trout and it was time to take it easy.

Been a long time

 It’s been a long time since I posted , other than yesterday, but the time has come.

We are now in the “end times” albeit I am not religious.

This Christmas is the last in December, we will move the event  to the summer solstice: Prince William’s sun drenched birthday.

Systems will fail and fall, it has to be done, alchemy requires everything to be back to base before the experiment takes place.

All magick is ritual.

Everything is sourced in Scotland: when Wills in crowned on the Stone of Destiny in an “independent” Scotland, that is the beginning. It is no different from King James’ Bible and freemasonry, they were just earlier chapters. 

A global United Kingdom, a veritable electronic prison for the poor children who survive, is the end.

It is the alpha and omega, a cycle.

A new “Christ “ is imminent 

The Phoenix fire awaits

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-55343507

Bridging the Gap ?

This is worth highlighting, is there some sort of symbolism at play alluding directly to a royal belief in reincarnation ?

It's just been on the radio that Prince William and the Duchess of Cambridge are expecting their third child. Breaking News and all that.

Today, HM Queen opens the new Forth crossing, the "Queensferry Crossing", the third one to span the Forth Estuary, linking Edinburgh with Fife. It's exactly 53 years since she opened the Forth Bridge. The Queensferry Crossing will, to all intents and purposes, replace the Forth Bridge. (BBC News)

Back in 2008, it was revealed that Prince Philip's funeral arrangements are code-named "Forth Bridge" by Palace officials. (here)

One wonders if his time is imminent.

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Victoria's Secret

Legs 11

Monday 22nd was Victoria Day, an annual holiday in respect of Queen Victoria.


On Monday 22nd a homemade bomb exploded in Manchester  "at 22:33 BST", in what Theresa May called a "sickening" act. The numbers 22 & 33 are most  familiar, whilst note image below. (BBC News).

On Monday 22nd the Royal Victoria Hospital in Edinburgh burned, overnight, to the ground. (here)

Early in the morning of the 23rd, Victoria Station in London was closed; a suspect device.

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Gardening Leave

 

Edinburgh Castle's Ice Cream Van - Registration WMS 666 T

I'm still alive however not in a position to post regularly again as yet.

Notwithstanding, my eye is still on the ball and I am looking towards the 11th April for reasons concerning both Scottish Independence and the Orange Protestant football club Glasgow Rangers together with it's shady chairman, Dave King. 

If "Rangers" are, again, liquidated or enter administration on that date, I will produce an explosive post concerning William of Orange, Glencoe and Dunblane.

It will be the proverbial icing on the cake.

We will see what transpires.

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Independence Day - Scotland is Key ?

The butterfly emerges (thanks to Anon2)

One begins a jigsaw puzzle by sorting the pieces out: the ones with straight edges and the corners are set aside to make a frame. Then one fills in the middle, little bits at a time. As one progresses it gets easier as there are fewer pieces. It's hard to complete without the picture on the box.

The picture I see, as I often reiterate, is Prince William being crowned on the Stone of Destiny (Jacob's Pillow Stone) here in Scotland,  before going on to be Rex Mundi - The King of the World. I believe that magick, sorcery and alchemy are all at play in this ritual and that Scotland is pivotal.

Yesterday was the Brexit vote. Top leave campaigner, Nigel Farage, is declaring yesterday, 23rd June, Independence Day. The United Kingdom have voted to leave the E.U. but the people of Scotland, who only last year voted to remain with the UK, have voted to remain in the E.U. Talk is of another Scottish referendum on independence, rapidly.

The leader of the leave campaign is London mayor, Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, Boris for short. We saw Boris back in 2008 at the Beijing London Olympic handover, flying the flag. Yesterday Boris was up in Scotland at St. Andrews, "causing chaos" at his daughter's otherwise orderly graduation ceremony. St Andrews, home of golf is, of course, where Prince William and Kate kindled their relationship. St. Andrew brought Christianity to many countries.  (here)

Stained glass representation of St. Andrew. Note Templar crosses. Some claim the fish represent the "astrological" sign of Pisces.

When Boris was in Beijing he shared the stage, so to speak, with Led Zeppelin's Jimmy Page who dueted with Leona Lewis. Jimmy was a great fan of Aleister Crowley. So much so he purchased Boleskine House, the Scottish property acquired by "The Beast" to carry out various magickal rituals. Crowley proclaimed that Boleskine was a magnet for harnessable energies which he could tap into.

Yesterday Led Zeppelin were cleared of plagiarising their song, Stairway to Heaven. (here)

Boleskine House, ravaged by fire the day after the winter solstice 2015. The Summer Solstice was Monday past - The Melting Pot

Yesterday and today are the 702nd anniversary of the Battle of Bannockburn. Some claim that the Knight's Templar gave Scotland handers in the alleged miltary confrontation. Some claim the Knights Templar spawned freemasonry.  Alex Salmond, ex Scottish political top-dog, described the skirmish as "the birthplace of modern Scotland". (here)

Yesterday, Prince Charles was up in Scotland playing the bagpipes.  He was here the day before too. His consort, Camilla, visited a sandwich shop in Edinburgh's Rose Street - following in the footsteps of George Clooney and to be followed by Leonardo DiCaprio later this year. Leonardo has links to Scotland via his godfather, a chap called Robbie the Pict, who may well be not what he seems. Roses are symbolic as are their lines. (Bridge Building)

One eyed DiCaprio

Last night, the would-be American President with Scottish roots, Donald Trump, jetted into Scotland. Today he is due to officially open "his" Turnberry golf resort. Donald has hailed the result of Brexit as "great thing", which apparently it is, given his ambitions. (here)

As I have noted before, when one practices alchemy, one's materials require to be "back to base" before one can begin to form the "gold". It irons out any butterfly effect.

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Note that Prince Charles also visited a primary school in Kilmarnock. The alleged killer of Joe Cox, Thomas Mair, was born in Kilmarnock. It appears he was there until aged 11 or so.

Biting on Apple

Prince William is worried.

Yesterday, speaking at a conference for leading digital and technological entrepreneurs from the UK and around the world - The Founders Forum - he told of his concerns relating to cyber-bullying of children. In fact he is "appalled". However, William embraces technology, often like many of his age utilising his smart-phone for "news, sport, music and the odd bit of gaming".

Apparently though, the fly in the ointment in terms of prevention of cyber-bullying is Apple; they have not yet been tempted to board William's crusade.

Whilst at the event  Wills was introduced to "the most humanoid robot ever created" which goes by the name Nao. It attemped to dance for the Prince to Daft Punk's Get Lucky however fell over and had to be righted, it's internal gyroscope failing.

He also marvelled at a "human-sized" drone designed to carry an individual 100 metres into the air. However, it too failed, it's cargo, a Juergen Weigl, having eaten too many hamburgers.

Sometimes I see positives in failure.

cheers 

News report - here.

Jesus, Holyrood and the Stone of Destiny

Allow me to return to the events in Edinburgh's Court of Session, Tuesday past.

The "independence seeking" Sovereign Indigenous Peoples of Scotland  set up a shanty-camp outside the Scottish Parliament building at Royal Holyrood; the authorities are not happy and have commenced legal action to evict them.

A Mr. McFarlane spoke for them initially. He told Lord Turnbull that he personally had spoken to Jesus, who is here for his second coming, and Jesus want's the camp to stay. Jesus has also requested that the Stone of Destiny be transported to the shanty-camp in order that he can be crowned upon it.

Mr. McFarlane has tried to secure legal representation, allegedly contacting 144 lawyers, all of whom were too busy. Mr. McFarlane advised Lord Turnbull that Jesus had suggested that this was deliberate as they would "not wish to bite the hand that feeds them". Furthermore, Jesus loves all of us including Lord Turnbull.

Lord Turnbull rebuked Mr. McFarlane for not sticking to legal matters and for making "philosophical and spiritual arguments that could not be properly examined by the court".

I'm interested in Mr. McFarlane's thesis, unfortunately though I don't see it being Jesus being next to be crowned on the Stone. Rather, his opposite prior to global kingship. Perhaps Mr. McFarlane is occultly alluding to that, perhaps he assumes Lord Turnbull knows the blueprint intimately and is poking the hornet's nest?

It's worth noting that Lord Turnbull was one of the prosecuting council in both the Lockerbie trial and the murder Jodi Jones, on 3/6/3 - an act allegedly inspired by Marilyn Manson, an individual who has certainly got his finger on the pulse.

Marilyn Manson, Magick, Jodi Jones and the Clutha

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The previous Court judgement can be found here.

Edinburgh Evening News.

Triggers with Attitude ?

History has been made. Prince William is the first member of the royal family to appear on the front page of a gay magazine. It's Attitude and it comes out next Wednesday, the 22nd, the day after Wills' 34th birthday. Bear in mind it's a leap year. Allegedly the bullying of LGBT people has it's roots in the classroom. (here)

Apparently the magazine went to print before the events in Orlando last weekend, so there's surely no possibility he's jumping on the bandwagon so to speak. Surely?

Yesterday, I noted the claims in court re the second coming of Jesus and the Stone of Destiny. Curiously, another story hit the Scottish headlines similtaneously, plans are afoot to move the Stone from Edinburgh Castle to Perth. Whether, and if so when this happens will be interesting. (Daily Record)

The Childcatcher - From London Olympic's opening ceremony

Coincidentally, coinciding with  William's ground breaking announcement, up here in Scotland the BBC are reporting via their "Scotland Live" reports that Jordan Daly,  "co-founder of the "Time for Inclusive Education" campaign said that despite the law banning the "promotion" of homosexuality in schools being repealed, there had been little progress in the past 16 years.

His comments come as party leaders said Holyrood must take a greater role in advancing LGBT equality.

Mr Daly says teachers need to be better informed.

"We're being told the same thing - that teachers do not know where the boundaries are. They do not really know where they can discuss LGBT issues. We have spoken to teachers in faith schools who believe that if they do discuss these issues then they might lose their job. It has to be made clear to teachers that you can discuss these issues, there is no law anymore that outlaws it".

Promotion being the salient word.

I have written about LGBT Scotland before, in particular referencing their A Very Gayleigh Ceilidh, targeting children aged 12+, which was held in my locality back in 2008. Flyers for the event were being distributed at schools and local health centres. In 2008 LGBT Scotland received £1.1 million from the Scottish Government. In 2008 the director of LGBT Scotland was a Neil Rennie. In 2009 Rennie was sentenced to 14 years inprisonment for sexually assaulting a three month old. Rennie was also a qualified teacher. (Who ate all the PIE)

We see the agenda unfold.

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Words almost fail me

It's rare that a news report makes me choke on my tea or that I write two posts in one day.

Close to the Scottish Parliament building at Royal Holyrood a makeshift shanty town has been established in respect of Scottish independence. The parliament is not happy and has taken legal steps to remove them. The inhabitants of the shanty-town - IndyCamp - previously represented themselves in court. They argued about the Declaration of Arbroath and the Act of Union, basically citing that the laws being used to remove them were themselves illegal. It's a sort of "freeman on the land" argument. At the last hearing, the presiding judge, Lord Turnbull, dismissed their arguments as having "no foundation" however he suggested they perhaps utilise human rights legislation and directed them to consult a solicitor.

Today the case was continued. Apparently Indycamp have contacted 144 lawyers (12x12/ Book of Revelation) to try to find representation, however all are too busy.

I will just cut and paste from the BBC article which resonates many of the philosophies expressed here, albeit  through a looking glass :

Independence campaigners have announced their intention to cite the Queen as a witness in their fight against eviction from Holyrood.

The IndyCamp group described their vigil outside the Scottish Parliament as a "spiritual mission" inspired by "the second coming of Jesus Christ".

The parliament has taken them to the Court of Session in a bid to have them removed from the campus.

Judge Lord Turnbull has retired to consider the next steps in the case.

The latest hearing was intended to let the group provide an update on their attempts to find a lawyer to represent them in court.

In unusual scenes at the Court of Session, the hearing eventually saw the Queen cited as a witness, the rebirth of Jesus proclaimed and Lord Turnbull himself accused of "blasphemy".

 Camper Richard McFarlane told Lord Turnbull that he had contacted 144 lawyers and firms, who all told him they were "too busy".

He explained that about half of the people taking part in the camp, which was set up in November with the goal of staying in place until Scotland is independent, were on a "spiritual mission".

He said Jesus Christ had returned to earth and was "the rightful monarch" of Scotland, calling for the Stone of Destiny to brought out for his "coronation"....

 Another respondent, Arthur Gemmill, then accused Lord Turnbull of "blasphemy", saying he had "ridiculed" his belief in God.

When asked to substantiate this claim, having been warned about the potential of committing contempt of court, Mr Gemmill said he could not find the passage in the written judgement, but insisted Lord Turnbull had insulted him at an earlier hearing. 

He said that the judge had "dismissed my comment that only God could make laws for men", by saying "is that right" in a "derogatory" tone.

Lord Turnbull then rose to consider what he had heard.

I will update,when I know more.

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Kubrick's Pinnochio ?

Occultist and movie director Stanley Kubrick has graced the pages of the newspaceman on several occasions, albeit with a misspelt surname at times. My bad.

Back in 2008 I commented on Clockwork Orange and it's influence on '70's football hooliganism. It's quite pertinent to my recent posts. (Eyes Wide Shut)

Then in 2009, I noted the establishment chef, Jamie Oliver, and his April Fool's Day menu for delegates  attending the G20 summit : Baked Scottish Salmon or Childwickbury Goats Cheese followed by Welsh Lamb served with Jersey Royals and wild St. George mushrooms. Dessert was Bakewell Tart and Custard made from Prince Charles' eggs, not the ones he discards at breakfast time after sampling half a dozen. For the uninitiated, Childwickbury was once the home of  Kubrick. (G20 - Food for thought)

In 2014, it was the turn of Molly and her Children of the Universe, Eurovision Song Contest entry. It was maybe just me, but the video for the track resonated The Shining. Check the "keyhole". (Molly, Children of the Universe, and Stanley Kubrick's Shining).

At the end of  May past, The Guardian published an article claiming that Kubrick was planning to cover the tale Pinnocchio, emphasing that it would be a "completely separate project from A.I. Artificial Intelligence, the science-fiction film with a robot version of Pinocchio that Kubrick planned in the early 1990s and which Steven Spielberg later directed".

Which got me thinking about the London Olympics  again. Before the actual ritual began, we were treated to an animated movie - Out of a Rainbow" in which a gentleman called George retired from his job in a steelworks and crafted, in the manner of an alchemist, under a full moon, 2 little metallic creatures (the Olympic Mascots) named Mandeville and Wenlock. He gifted these to his grandchildren in a pair of size 11 shoeboxes (that old double 11 again), they placed them on their windowsill and a rainbow brought them to life. As I noted in the post - Bye George :

“There are two ways to read “The Adventures of Pinocchio”. The first is what I would call “profane” where the reader, most probably a child, learns about the mishaps of the wooden puppet. The second is a reading from a Masonic point of view, where heavy symbolism will complete, without replacing, the simple and lineary narration of events”.
- Giovanni Malevolti, Pinocchio, mio Fratello (free translation)

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You tube - Out of a Rainbow

Birds of a Feather

http://newspaceman.blogspot.co.uk/2010/12/yellow-brick-road.html

21 days since the Hibernian fire was stoked.


English, Russian, and allsorts of hooligans on the "rampage" in France. "It's almost like the mid eighties" except it's not.

Many things spring in Scotland; to be, in time, globalised. 

Back in the days prior to the Scottish referendum, I posited the establishment occultly desired Scotland to be "on it's tod" as part of a magickal, alchemical ritual. If something has worked once before, and exactly the same pattern is followed, then it should work again. The more one practises magick, the more one perfects. Like law and doctors and dentists. Like King James and his Bible. Like Freemasonry. Like golf. Like Grand Theft Auto.

Back in the day I was taken by the clock behind Alex Salmond pre referendum at the Nationalists' conference. I feel numbers are symbolic, always have done, it's hard to explain: potentially hard wired in my brain?

English "hooligans" are currently shouting about leaving Europe, ISIS, and the IRA.

Here's Alex's image :

On 26th May, squarely sixteen days ago, the BBC reported that net migration to the United Kingdom had risen to 333,000 in 2015. After the figures were released, those in favour of Brexit climbed. If the UK votes to leave but the Scots vote to stay, another referendum beckons. A third.

The Welsh Dragon illuminates the Eiffel Tower

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Stoking the phoenix fire (The fall and rise of Binnie)

Back in February I noted the passing away of Arthur Binnie. Arthur was the BBC reporter who, back on 11th April 1951, landed his exclusive "big scoop", the re-appearance of the Stone of Destiny within a stonemason's barrow at Arbroath Abbey some 108 days after it's repatriation from Westminster on Christmas Day 1950.  108 as a symbolic number carries some currency in certain circles thus I shall return to both it and the name Binnie, shortly - with a synchronous mindset and an added dash of Harry Potter magic.

Last Saturday saw a football cup final. Glasgow Rangers versus Hibernian at Hampden Park. Hibs were the bookmaker's underdogs and had not won the cup for 114 years. The team which ended victorious would play in the cash rich European game(s) next season, so much was riding on the outcome especially given Rangers recent phoenix resurrection after their cash flow problems. I should probably note here that (Protestant/Queen loyal) Rangers are allegedly "bankrolled" by a David King, their now saviour after a spell of Mr. Green and Mr. Whyte: colours which their supporters despise.

Hibs started well with an early goal by Anthony Stokes who is on loan from Celtic, Rangers bitter rivals. Later though, Rangers equalised and then took the lead. The Hibs fans were beginning to lose heart however, with ten or so minutes to go, Stokes rose like an enchanted cobra to head in a goal and make it two-all. In early injury time David Gray emulated Stokes, another venemous header striking in, sending the spellbound Hibs supporters into a collective madness. Glorious.  Three - two. Their hoodoo was broken, the curse lifted.

As the final whistle blew, hoards of Hibees descended the stands and encroached the pitch. Unusually, the police were conspicuous by their absence. Some supporters raced towards the Rangers fans to celebrate and goad, the result being various skirmishes on the pitch and spilt blood, both Orange and Fenian, albeit not in quantities requiring wellington boots. The crossbar was destroyed and turf ripped up as souvenirs. The police soon arrived in numbers and with their truncheons out, order was quickly restored.

Mainstream and social media went into overdrive. Rangers issued statements deploring the Hibs' fans conduct. By Tuesday a "rogues gallery" of most wanted had been published. One individual missing was Greg Binnie - he had apparently already been named and shamed on facebook and had quickly received threats. He also received his very own article in the redtops and was the first to appear in court in relation to the trouble (here). He pled guilty and will be sentenced later.  The game took place 108 days after Arthur Binnie's passing on 3rd February (3/2)

We learned more about ginger Greg during the week. He is young, a sports student, and worked as a squash coach at the prestigious George Watson's School in Edinburgh. George Watson was a philanthropist. He is buried in Greyfriars Kirkyard adjacent to another philanthropist's school, George Heriot. Some claim that JK Rowling based Hogwarts on George Heriots School. Potterites still frequent Greyfriars to visit the gravestone of a Thomas Riddell which they believe was the inspiration for Dark Lord Voltermort. I have written before about royal goldsmith George Heriot with particular reference to the Oasis singer, six-toed Liam Gallacher and his visit to the pub named after George where he announced Edinburgh to be "Beautiful, amazing, f****** biblical, in fact. Words can't explain it..." Magical Scotland

We have still to see what the fall-out will be over this matter. Rangers, it's fair to say, being the establishment club have friends in high places. Indeed their friends are so high that the aforementioned David King was approved a fit and proper director of the club despite his numerous convictions for tax evasion in South Africa. Apparently a judge described him as a "glib and shameless liar"; one presumes Mr. King was under oath at the  time.

To close, I'll just cut and paste from my original Arthur Binnie post with a little addition:

"It is certain that onomatology, or the science of names, forms a very interesting part of the investigations of the higher Masonry, and it is only in this way that any connection can be created between the two sciences". (Encyclopedia of Freemasonry)

Arthur is a common masculine given name. Its etymology is disputed, but its popularity derives from its being the name of the legendary hero King Arthur.

Binnie : "Surnames regarded as septs (sub-branch) of the MacBain/MacBean clan include Bain, Bean, Beattie, Binnie, Macbeath, Macbeth, Macbheath, Macilvain and MacVean." Rampant Scotland

MacBain Family Crest

Gregory is a masculine first name. It is derived from the Latin name "Gregorius," which was from the late Greek name "Γρηγόριος" (Grēgorios) meaning "watchful, alert" (derived from Greek "γρηγoρεῖν" "grēgorein" meaning "to watch").

It could well be that all Kings are cut from the same cloth, it's worth keeping an eye on.

Glasgow Rangers flag inc. Red Hand of Ulster

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Kraken up

I read John Wyndham's apocalyptic Day of the Triffids, at school alongside Brave New World, 1984 and Animal Farm. I recall they were all part of the exam driven syllabus of the period and that triffids with their stings removed were common garden novelties.

After Triffids, Wyndham penned The Kraken Wakes. In this novel, deep sea dwelling aliens have arrived on planet Earth and slowly but surely a war begins between the two species, started by the humans, culminating in the visitors melting the polar ice caps and causing extensive flooding. The UK version of the book is less pessimistic than the US version, and alludes to human civilisation surviving and rebuilding. 

Scottish author, Val McDermid, who has previously based one of her characters on Glencoe-loving Jimmy Savile after he gave her the creeps in 1977, has adapted the book for BBC Radio 4. Instead of the protagonists - The Watsons - being located in Cornwall, rather the action will be set in Scotland with our own government's First Minister, Nicola Sturgeon, playing the part of herself broadcasting instructions to the surviving humans. Val has apparently thought deeply about the original plot and decided that there is more chance of Scotland being dry land than Cornwall in the event of a global flooding crisis.  (BBC News)

Kraken refers to a legendary sea monster which is said to dwell in the seas of  Greenland and Norway. In the novel, Professor Alastair Bocker speculates that the aliens and humans could co-exist indefinitely, barely noticing each others existence. One assumes that Wyndham deliberated before choosing the story's title.

Loch Ness is said to hold a monster. Occultist, Aleister Crowley, like Jimmy Savile and Glencoe, was fond of the place. He believed magickally harnessable energies focused themselves thereabouts and so purchased Boleskine House on the banks to conduct his rituals. Some occultists believe that Crowley opened portals to another dimension. His sketch of Lam, an entity he conjured up whilst in New York, shows great resemblance to the common or garden grey alien oft depicted nowadays.

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Lam and the little grey men.

A Vicious Circle ?

A stooshie has erupted in Scotland.

Muirfield Golf Club members have voted not to admit women members as was the case previously. It was a close tie. Due to this, the club have been banned from holding the open. Scottish First Minister, Nicola Sturgeon, described the situation as "indefensible". British Prime Minister, David Cameron, is also critical.

What jumped out at me was the report of a letter which was distributed to club members shortly before the vote, a letter which the "no camp" are claiming was pivotal in it's success. Apparently, the letter was composed and signed by 33 club members. (The Telegraph)

33 is an important number to freemasons. One may be of the opinion that freemasonry and golf are linked in some manner other than both being Scottish rooted. Freemasons don't allow woman in either, however no one seems to be mentioning that despite their obvious influence within society.

Pressure is being placed on the golf course to reconsider, move out the dark ages, perhaps have another vote. Perhaps that was always the intention.

I am all for equality however my opinion is that there is a more nefarious agenda behind it. Nowadays, the majority of families have two working parents. The government appear to welcome this and offer discounted childcare and suchlike to help financially. Many children don't see their parents that much. Schools are encouraged to provide breakfast clubs and suchlike to facilitate working parents. Most working parents spend a large proportion of their earnings on mortgages which, to all extents and purposes, is most often interest on the monies borrowed being repaid to the lender. These children will grow up believing it is the norm, which it is, and more than likely behave in the same manner with their children. Thus a nefarious agenda is at play; a vicious circle.

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There can be only one..

The movie Highlander has been "restored" in a 4K format. Don't ask me what that actually means. It will be shown at the Edinburgh Film Festival on 18th June. Clancy Brown, who played the Kurgan, will be in attendence along with other "special guests".


Clancy apparently noted : "It’s taken a while, but I swore to myself that I would return again to Scotland after filming Highlander 30 years ago where I first learned of Robert the Bruce, James Macpherson, The Fortingall Yew and, most blissfully, single-malt scotch whisky."

It's a fairly unusual esoteric combination.

Bruce was of course in charge at the alleged Battle of Bannockburn, the battle that ex Scottish political top-boy, Alex Salmond, claimed was the birthplace of modern Scotland. You can find more on it on the sidebar - mythomorph.

James McPherson translated the Ossian poems from Gaelic "word of mouth" myths and legends concerning ancient history of Scotland and Ireland.

The Fortingall Yew is allegedly the oldest  tree (living thing?) in Europe. There's a legend that Pontius Pilate of Bible fame played as a child in it's shade. A book has been written, with  claims of Druid worship and even a visit from Jesus. As a yew tree grows, it's branches become heavy and droop to the soil. At that point of contact new roots will often form, and from there over time another trunk. In the case of the Fortingall Yew, the "original" trunk is almost gone, leaving an outer circle of later trunks.

The whisky speaks for itself.

Bearing in mind the myths surrounding Scotland and historical links with Egypt, for example Scotland and Princess Scota, it strikes me that perhaps Clancy is alluding to something more especially given the premise of the film and that Scotsman Sean Connery was cast as an Egyptian immortal. 

I'll skip for the moment on the police investigation into grooming of minors by celebrities  - codename Operation Yew Tree - which sprouted after the death of Glencoe loving Jimmy Savile, although I have touched on it previously, and before.

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Uri Geller's Loaded Balls

There was an interesting article in last weekend's Scottish Sun regarding Uri Geller, telekinesis and the infamous Scotland versus England football match back in 1996.

During the game, Uri hovered above Wembley Stadium in a helicopter and alleges that he moved the ball with the power of his mind a split second before Scotland's Gary McAllister attempted a penalty kick. McAllister missed and Scotland went on to lose 2-0.Uri had apparently perfected his"trick" whilst working for the C.I.A.

Geller claims in the article that he was wracked with guilt over his interference. He has apparently met with Gary subsequently to apologise. However, his guilt was somehow "released" - his words - after he purchased uninhabited Lamb Island in the Firth of Forth close to Edinburgh for £30,000 back in 2009.

For the uninitiated, Lamb Island came to Uri's attention via an article called the Pyramids of Scotland which explored the alleged correlations between itself, two neighbouring islands, the constellation Orion, the Knights Templar and Rosslyn Chapel. Plus more. The article has been revisited to include Uri's acquisition and can be found here.

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Jew Lips Spew Hamster Jam

I feel this blog is stale. I need to attempt to refresh it, somehow. I intend to hopefully rework my style of writing; perhaps be somewhat harsher in my approach. I will see what I can do over the next couple of months before the school holidays.

Last week Kate, of Prince William fame, fed us a hitherto unknown titbit. Prince Charlotte has pet hamster going by the name of Marvin. I wondered initially if it related to Hank, or Gaye. Kate made the announcement whilst on a visit to the new Magic Garden playground at Hampton Court Palace:

"Explore our exciting new interactive play garden for families. Populated by mysterious mythical beasts, with battlements to storm, towers to besiege, and even a secret grotto to discover, the Magic Garden is a new and unique way for your family to explore the palace’s past. Set within King Henry VIII’s former Tiltyard, where the elaborate spectacle of the Tudor tournament played out, the new garden takes inspiration from the fairy-tale-like quality of the Tudor Palace."

There's even a giant dragon.

The root of the name Marvin is interesting. It is Welsh. It is a form of Merlin. I may return to Hampton Court Palace and it's allegedly Hermetically inspired gardens.

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