Magickal numbers and the return of Marilyn Manson

Occultist and artist, Marilyn Manson, graced the newspaceman back in  2014 with regard to the police helicopter mysteriously crashing into Glasgow's Clutha Bar at 22.22 hours on 29th November 2013. In the post, Marilyn Manson, Magick, Jodi Jones and the Clutha, I noted Manson's preoccupation with "conspiracy theorist", James Shelby Downard, and his essay, King-Kill/33: Masonic Symbolism in the Assassination of John F.Kennedy. 

The nachtkabarett - KennedyKingKill33 

Numerical "coincidences" were considered within the text, as was the fact that the helicopter appeared to be returning from a somewhat secret mission to Newhouses close to Dalkeith, where a schoolgirl called Jodi Jones was murdered on 03/06/03, her body mutilated. When her boyfriend, Luke Mitchell, was convicted of the crime, the trial judge, Lord Nimmo Smith, noted :

 "I do not feel able to ignore the fact that there was a degree of resemblance between the injuries inflicted on Jodi and those shown in the Marilyn Manson paintings of Elizabeth Short (the Black Dahlia murder)  that we saw.
 
"I think that you carried an image of the paintings in your memory when you killed Jodi," the judge said."

What I also noted was that Manson had played an "Antichrist Superstar" concert in Glasgow on 28th November 2012, exactly a year and a day prior to the Clutha incident. A year and a day allegedly carries some currency in magickal circles.

The report by the Clutha crash investigators is now finally complete. Apparently some of the families were told last night that the problem may have been a fuel switch turned off, or then again, it may not be. It appears that without the magic black box, for which there was none on this mission, matters will never be fully explained.

Nevertheless, the 102 page report is due out tomorrow, exactly 693 days after the event. Notwithstanding the plethora of threes, 693 is 21 x 11. (Dunblane was 13/3/96 - another story)

When the Glasgow refuse truck went out of control, on 22/12 last year, it mirrored events filmed in Glasgow on 19th August 2011 for the movie World War Z. From the date of filming to the date of the incident was exactly 1221 (11x111)  days. (Mirrors)

At the legal enquiry into  the matter, Matthew Telford, a member of the truck crew stated :

Recalling the moment he realised something was wrong, Telford says: "I felt the vehicle slightly veer to the left, I would say at about Tam Shepherd's joke shop" (Reflections)

Tam Shepherd's Joke and Magic shop is located at 33 Queen Street, the left hand path perhaps speaking for itself.

Marilyn Manson is due to play Glasgow this November again as part of his THE HELL NOT HALLELUJAH tour. Manson, being intimate with magick, sorcery, Downard, freemasonry and thus Scotland, has chosen what seems a fairly auspicious date, Sunday 22nd November, for the event; the 52nd anniversary of the 12.30pm Killing of the King. 52, perhaps "coincidentally", is the time it takes in weeks for the Earth to revolve around the Sun. Full circle, so to speak.

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Firmly on the square.

The above image is the front page from a publication called The Skinny, which bills itself as containing "independent cultural journalism". It reminds me a bit of one of the Sunday newspaper supplements that cover entertainment.

This month sees it's 10th anniversary - "celebrating a decade of defiance". It's issue number 121 which happens to be 11x11, or squared. If one counts the right angles of the pencils depicted, they total 11.

I'll just use the opportunity to remind the reader that "New Agers", and suchlike, see the numerals 11 11 as some sort of awakening code, hence Prince William's dark issue 1111 front page of Hello magazine, which is firmly embedded in the sidebar here. 

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Five blow their minds on Lamb Island

It's the 11th of February 2015 and George, Julian, Anne and Dick - not forgetting Timmy the Dog - are at London's Waterloo station, enroute Edinburgh. Their mother has been taken poorly, thus they have been shipped up from Hampstead to their Uncle Jimmy's abode for a few days.

As they board the train they barely notice the unusual chap in the corner seat playing with spoons and take their own allocated seats further down the carriage. With no time wasted they open the large wicker picnic hamper and gaze inside. "Goodness gracious" says Dick, "Mother has done us proud". "Gosh" exclaimed George, "why, there's a fresh tiger loaf, sliced Edam, tomatoes, cucumber, peppers, biscuits, a Victoria sponge and lashings of ginger beer to wash it down". "Yum" say Julian and Anne together. "Woof" exclaims Timmy, eyeing up the biscuits. The five make quick work of their brunch.

It's a fairly long journey but Julian makes time fly, reading on his laptop.

Eventually  the train pulls into Waverley and the five disembark. The "spoon man" is taking photographs of the station's clock. "Taxi" shouts Anne, and the five jump in. "Just keep that mutt off my seats" says the driver. "Silverknowes please" says George. As they leave they glance up at the Balmoral Hotel. "That's where JK Rowling finished her Harry Potter series states Julian: "She signed a bust of Hermes to commemorate the event". "Truly magickal".

After some twenty minutes they arrive at Uncle Jimmy's. He welcomes them in, they stash their bags and head for the sea-side. "What's that island" remarks Dick. "Why it's Lamb Island" says Julian. "Some people believe that returning Egyptian princess Scota stopped there, en route from Egypt, and buried treasure. Apparently, she also had the Stone of Destiny with her. Scotland is named after her. Some people think that the Stone is Biblical  Jacob's pillow stone, the one he had the dream about the stairway to heaven on". "Lets go over" encourages Dick, "look, there's a little boat, we could borrow that". Timmy "woofs"; he likes boats.

The island was hard to get to. It's sides were steep; it's harbours non existent, however they made it, perhaps due to the boy's sailing lessons at Christchurch School.  Curiously, and what will soon transpire to be ominously, there appeared to be a path, fairly well treaded.

"Almost there" yells George, as she reaches the top of the path. Then she retches: "don't come nearer", diced carrots.  George has looked over the top. Julian sprints to the peak, George is boaking. "Don't look" she barbles, her throat burning with tiger loaf vomit. Julian looks anyway. A dead baby lies on an alter, surrounded by what looks like a shell triangle, itself within a circle. Julian is shocked but moves closer. It seems that that the shells are not shells, but rather pieces of babies skulls. "We better get out of here" exclaims Julian. The five rush back to the boat.

Back at Uncle Jimmy's Julian is busy on the laptop. "Found it" - the others rush over. "It's a Satanic ritual it appears, but what's worse, look what's top when I google that phrase". Anne begins to cry, "No, surely no, a satanic child abuse ring in Hampstead and Mother is one of the participants. No wonder she has sent us away". "It must be a mistake" says Dick reassuringly, "I'll bet it's got something to do with her weirdo yoga teacher and her even weirder boyfriend, the one that drinks the green juice bare chested at the school gates". George interrupts "Maybe there's a reason we are here, just like in all our previous adventures. We must go back to the island, it's potential Jungian synchronicity".

The next morning at first light the five row over. They tred the same path but hear voices in the distance. They crawl on their bellies to the top of the hill and observe 4 figures, two men and two women, together with a goat. All are wearing pink skin slippers and are involved in an act too sordid to recite in  a children's short story. Dick whispers to Anne, "That tall chap, I have seen him before, he was on the train yesterday fiddling with spoons". The five again return to the boat and the mainland.

Julian is doing some digging. "This rabbit hole goes deep", he announces, "and I think I have perhaps identified two of the participants. A blogger heavily involved with Mother's scandal called Sabine K MacNeill apparently went into exile yesterday, whilst the owner of the island is a chap called Uri Geller - a renouned mystic, spoon bender and CIA asset with a penchance for the numerical sequence eleven eleven. That's why 11/2 is important to him, he bought the island on that date some years ago". Dick rushes over "That's him alright, the man from the train with the spoons". They all go quiet for a while then George pipes up "Maybe the people who are promoting the Satanic ritual abuse at Hampstead are actually  Satanic abusers". "Could be" says Dick, " and there could be well be others in high positions of power so let's just keep quiet about what we have uncovered for the moment. If they are Satanists it's likely they will carry out a ritual at Hampstead, perhaps something Voodoo related like getting their supporters to send deformed children's toy dolls smothered in lipstick to the area."

On the train home Dick again wastes no time opening the hamper. "Gosh, Uncle Jimmy has done us proud. Look, there's bridies, Scotch pies and sausage rolls with lashings of Irn Bru". "I must say", says George, "I do love Irn Bru, it's the closest thing to gold".
  
Timmy wags his tail, he loves pies, although pork are his favourite.

THE END

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Mirrors

Back on 19th August 2011, a "dramatic crash scene" for the movie World War Z was being filmed in Glasgow's city centre. It included a large refuse truck, as imaged above. (BBC News)

In August 2011, Paramount announced the movie would be released on 21/12/2012. (wiki)

That deadline came and went though; the film eventually being officially launched on 21st June 2013.

21st December 2012 was the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year.

21st June 2013 was the summer solstice, the longest day of the year.

Prince William was born on the sun drenched solstice.

Often I go on about the numbers 1 and 2 and how they seem to appear in a specific, perhaps managed, pattern. Note the Hello magazine front page in the sidebar, for example.

From 19th August 2011 till yesterday, not including the end date is 1221 days. here

1221 is 11 x 111

Yesterday, 22/12, just after the solstice, tragically a refuse truck went out of control in Glasgow's City Centre, careering down Queen Street and killing six. I don't need, nor want to, write any more about it. (BBC News)

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Marilyn Manson, Magick, Jodi-Jones and the Clutha  - More on 22.22

Ger-kill and hide

I'll begin by going over old ground : Glasgow Rangers (The 'Gers) are taken over by a Craig Whyte last year, who promises them the Earth. Unfortunately, he does not deliver and expedites the club's financial woes by not paying any tax bills to Her Majesty. Given that Rangers had an ongoing problem with the taxman ( the "big one"), this "wee one" - 9 million - is the catalyst for the club to be forced into administration on Valentines Day. Since then the media have been full of this might happen, that might happen, until last Thursday something did happen. Another Bill, an American with the surname Miller, was announced as "preferred bidder" his offer of £11.2 million outclassing the others. It is not really cut and dried yet  though, as Miller's bid comes with Frankensteinish strings attached, namely somehow removing the heart of the club, incubating it, and attempting to rebuild a healthy body to which the heart can be re-inserted at some point in the future.


Me personally, well I see it as a microcosm for our imminent global financial meltdown, with another Bill, or William, as saviour; winning hearts and minds before no doubt grinding us all down, miller-style. I have written various posts regarding this and what, given the numerical alignments, looks like high level masonic involvement in the affair.

Here's something else to add to the mix.


Also last Thursday a high profile criminal trial was brought to conclusion. The accused, Ross Monaghan, was acquitted, on the basis of there being no relevant evidence against him, of assassinating Kevin "Gerbil" Carroll in a supermarket car park in Robroyston, Glasgow, on 13th January 2011, exactly one year, one month and one day before the Ger's bills sent them into admin - surely a St. Valentine's Day massacre. Robroyston is where "Braveheart" - William Wallace - was allegedly turned over  to the English in 1305.


Carroll was apparently a bit of a bad egg and was stepping on various toes, so much so that at the trial it was revealed that the police had compiled a list of 99 potential suspects, although the accused did not feature. He arranged to meet a drug dealer in the car park to tell him that he was working for "him" now, and arrived in the back seat of a Audi with two front seat occupants. A Volkswagon Golf  bearing false registration plates YF55 EZZ screamed up at 1.23pm, blocked in the Audi, and two masked hitmen jumped out. The driver and front seat passenger of Gerbil's vehicle also jumped out and ran, however, mysteriously, the back doors appear to have locked, leaving Gerbil trapped and the two highly professional assassins able to pump 13 bullets into him. Obviously he was dead, one wonders if someone with the  relevant expertise could remotely jam a locking system.


Somehow then, his friend from an alleged notorious criminal family - the Daniels - swiftly travelled some 9 miles to the scene in his red Audi, whereupon he managed to enter the car twice and was seen removing items from the corpse's pockets. In the interim, before the police eventually arrived, he ate some sim cards to prevent them being analysed.

Also during the trial, it  was alleged that Monaghan was the owner of a phone number/sim, the digits of which, according to the  bbc report were 121 : "Mr Bennett told DC Sloan that he was called twice by the number ending 1210, which he believed was Mr Monaghan's number.". Bear in mind that 121 is 11 squared, the double eleven cropping up in this ongoing malarkey- eg Bill Miller - with astonishing regularity and that no other digits of the alleged number were disclosed.


Then there's Paul McBride, a top Scottish lawyer imminently due to represent the accused. He was  found dead in his hotel room in Pakistan just before the proposed date of this trial. Curiously, he was also shortly due to represent another media-alleged Glaswegian gangster, Barry "Braveheart" Hughes - his nickname taken from Gibson's William Wallace movie. See  (The Braveheart Enigma)


On Saturday it was reported that forensic scientist, Alison Colley, of the Scottish Police Service Authority  had been pressurised by Strathclyde Police to "form her conclusion using the (gunpowder) particle at the request of a detective superintendent involved in the investigation." (BBC News)


On Sunday it was reported that a serving  Lothian and Borders police officer, Derek McLeod, had passed secret information regarding Carroll's surveillance to one of the suspects in his murder. He was also found with 85 kilos of cannabis under his stairs and a cannabis "factory", allegedly worth £35,000, in his garage. He received a paltry 2 years and 3 month sentence.




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Top - image - Celtic fans fly a four horsemen of the Apocalypse flag at the derby match last week. More apt than they realise.

Middle image - Prince William, front cover Hello magazine issue 1111, issued 22/2/10

last image - the  elusive Craig Whyte just last Friday, captured by reporters hiding behind his Kindle, resonating the kindling of the  phoenix fire.  (Daily Record)


 Scottish Sun - Gerbil's unlucky 13

BBC -Scottish Police Service Service Authority to investigate 'Gerbil' case forensics

BBC News - Ross Monaghan acquitted.

Note - Not much is really known about William Wallace