Yeah, I was wrong about Black Christmas, and I’m glad of it—and I hope I’m wrong about what I’m going to present to you now, too. Unfortunately for us all, however, I may have only been half wrong (and only off by eight months or so, at that): Phoenix, AZ, may well remain the globalists’ target, with my having missed the intended date by only a little over half a year.
There was no Black Christmas, but that doesn’t mean Phoenix isn’t a highly-attractive target, or that the apparent predictive programming identified in “The Next 9/11?” is illusory hogwash. Might all the Phoenix-related scripting previously revealed be attributable to some other agenda, one that doesn’t involve blowing the city to smithereens? Perhaps. The alternative explanation, though, is that Phoenix is still in the globalists’ crosshairs, only they have chosen a date deemed by them to be even more fitting than Christmas Day.
Readers of the “Addendum from Hell: The Next 9/11?” know that the Black Christmas XXX Galactic MegaRitual would have truly been a glorious event with such dark meaning and significance as to defy description. Yet, it was not to be. Why?
A Damn Sirius Matter
What I failed to fully comprehend is that the globalists’ obsession with Sirius is absolute. In developing the Black Christmas scenario, I did take into consideration that December 25th has no connection to the Dog Star, but I erroneously thought that the global elite might give the whole Sirius thing a rest for once considering the magnitude of the occasion—shift of the ages and all that. My mistake.
A Black Christmas would have been filled to the brim with occultic import, as I made abundantly clear in “The Next 9/11?”, and would have been a most fitting manner in which to usher in the New Great Age of Lucifer—not to mention the fact that it would have made a perfect cover story for going to war with Iran.
But, it would also have required The Dark Knight (no, not Batman) to share the stage with a pagan sun god, and, even more problematically from the perspective of the global elite, the date had no direct connections to Sirius. So, no Black Christmas.
Given the appeal that Phoenix possesses as a target for a global mass sacrifice, the real question becomes, Is there a date that makes more sense than 12/25/12 as an auspicious occasion for a false-flag attack/public ritual in that city? Unfortunately, as I’ve discovered in the past several months, the answer is, Yes.
Sure, I was wrong about Black Christmas, but I’m not doing this shit for fun, and I’m not really all that concerned about being wrong or what people might think as a consequence. I’m far more concerned about the possibility of being right—about being able to predict in advance when the next false flag might be, and, if possible, preventing it.
So, it’s strike one for me, but I’ll make this easy on you—I’m out after strike two, because if there’s not a new global mega-ritual on the date I’m about to discuss with you, I quit. If they don’t go for broke in 2013, in the first year of the New Great Age of Lucifer, hell, who knows if or when they’ll try to one-up 9/11, and I’m out of the prognostication business.
The globalists can do anything they want, any time they want. I’m not going to spend the rest of my life chasing these psychopaths and dissecting their diabolical rituals, because, as you’ll discover, they’re putting these damn things on with even greater regularity than even I’d realized.
One additional thing to consider along these lines is this: the elite are getting pretty much everything they want now, through incremental means—they’re slowly turning up the heat on the frogs in the pot so that none of us notices and jumps out. Maybe they’re having just way too much fun with us and have no plans to slaughter untold numbers of their cattle for pleasure, entertainment or ritual purposes.
I find that a little difficult to imagine, frankly, and there are many reasons outlined in Most Dangerous and “The Next 9/11?” why they’ll bust our chops again sooner rather than later, but, who knows, perhaps they’ve so fine-tuned their hi-tech occult system of oppression and fear-mongering that they’re going to put the ship on cruise-control for a while and sit back and enjoy their ill-gotten gains. I wouldn’t bet on that scenario if I were you, however.
The Real 9/11
Enough of this blather—when will they most likely strike Phoenix (and/or any other target that strikes their fancy)? On a date that is all about Sirius, that is even more relevant to Sirius-worshippers than 9/11, and that readers of Most Dangerous already know well: August 5th.
Recall that September 11th is the “observed” date of Sirius’ heliacal rising (Happy New Year!) and that August 5th is the contemporary date for this event: 8/5 is the real 9/11, so to speak. Remember also that August 5th, 1884, was the date of the cornerstone-laying ceremony for the Statue of Liberty, and that August 5th, 1966, was the groundbreaking ceremony for the World Trade Center.
Thus, we have “historical precedents”, rituals from the past which emphasize the importance of this date on the occult calendar—but are there any more recent events that would affirm this? Oh, you know there are…but before we get into them, we should recall the following from p. 262: “The Phoenix was also an ancient constellation in which Sothis, or Sirius, was the chief star.” Whew, ole Phoenix, AZ, just can’t seem to catch a break, can it?
Turning the Page
August 5th, 2012, the Sikh Temple of Wisconsin, in Oak Creek, WI – Right in the middle of the XXX London Olympics comes word that yet another lone gunman has gone on a rampage in the United States. This time, it’s former U.S. Army psychological operations specialist and skinhead Wade Michael Page, born 11/11/71, who has killed six people at a Sikh temple before being shot dead by police (…no, wait, he shot himself—oh, who the hell knows for sure?)
After receiving an involuntary discharge in 1998, Page had moved to Littleton (yes, of Columbine fame), Colorado, where he lived through 2007. Those familiar with the July 20, 2012, mass shooting/ritual in Aurora, CO—itself just a stone’s throw from Columbine and in which one James Eagan Holmes had been identified as the lone gunman—couldn’t help but take note that Page had recently moved into a residence in Oak Creek located on E. Holmes Avenue. What a coincidence.
But that’s nothing compared to this little fact, which makes absolutely clear just exactly what was taking place that day: one of those killed in the rampage was Satwant Singh Kaleka, founder of the Temple, whose son, Amardeep Kaleka, was working on a documentary film concerning UFO disclosure entitled, no shit, “Sirius”.
This Little Light of Mine…
Now, readers of the “Appendix from Hell: The Next 9/11?” already know that the XXX Olympics’ opening and closing ceremonies were big fat globalist-occult extravaganzas, with the entire event lasting 17 days and taking place during the dog days of summer. The giant flaming phoenix presiding over the closing ceremony left no doubt as to the real guest of honor (phoenix=Sirius=Lucifer), and the enormous octopus (a symbol of the many-tentacled Illuminati), the block pyramid and the menacing black-winged figure were all useful clues in figuring out what the main theme was.
The global audience was treated to some up-to-the-minute predictive programming in the weeks and days leading up to the closing ceremony, with that particular public ritual featuring appearances by both Batman and a gaggle of orange-haired Jokers, seeming references to The Dark Knight Rises shooting in Aurora, Colorado, as well as to its alleged perpetrator, orange-haired James “I am the joker” Holmes.
Also on the stage that evening was a troupe of Indian Bhangra dancers, who were the necessary reference to the Sikh temple shooting only a week earlier. Oh, yeah, baby, it’s all about Sirius.
The Flight of the Fénix
Other events of note which have occurred on August 5th (that may or may not have been orchestrated public rituals or scripted events) include:
1962 – Marilyn Monroe found dead.
1963 – The United States, the United Kingdom, and the Soviet Union sign a
nuclear test ban treaty (oooh, 8/5/13 would be 50 years to the day…)
2003 – The Marriott Hotel in Mega Kuningan, South Jakarta, Indonesia, was bombed
(Jakarta is nicknamed Big Durian because the city is seen as the Indonesian equivalent of New York City, the Big Apple. The name Jakarta is derived from the word “jayakarta”, which translates as “victorious deed” or “complete victory”.)
2009 – Mahmoud Ahmadinejad sworn in for a second term as Iran's president.
Also occurring on August 5th was the 2010 Chilean mining accident in which 33 miners were trapped almost a half mile below ground. The miners were finally rescued after weeks underground, being brought to the surface in twin steel rescue capsules, dubbed Fénix (English: Phoenix) I and Fénix II. Interestingly, t-shirts created for the rescued miners featured an inverted 5-pointed star. (Also worth mentioning is that the location of the accident, Copiapó, was said to be the site of a UFO sighting in 1864 which was written about by investigator Charles Fort in 1931 and ufologist Jacques Vallee in 1965 … don’t forget about Armadeep Kaleka’s UFO documentary, or the 1997 Phoenix Lights incident.) If this wasn’t a genuine 8/5 public ritual, I’ll kiss my foot.
Okay, enough about 8/5 already, you get the point (although you may want to go back and re-read the material in Most Dangerous concerning the number 85 … it’s on page 64. And take note of this: 8/5/13, 8+5=13 … there’s more on the number 13 starting on page 333).
The global elite will either strike on 8/5/13 or they won’t; if so, they’ll either hit Phoenix or they won’t—or they may hit Phoenix and a dozen other places simultaneously. I don’t have a crystal ball, I’m just giving you my best educated guess (and, yes, I am aware that New Year’s Eve marks the return of Sirius to mid-heaven at midnight, but an attack on that date would just be way too predictable now, wouldn’t it?). If I’m wrong again and there’s no attack, fantastic. Love, peace and taco grease.
Postscript: Pure Nunsense?
In my other blog entries, I’ve commented on a range of topics including the 9/11/12 attack in Benghazi, Libya, the mall shooting in Clackamas, Oregon, as well as a public ritual that was the subject of “The Lost Chapter”, which occurred on Christmas Day 2011 in Stamford, Connecticut—a town that lies a mere 40 miles from Sandy Hook, CT, site of the December 14, 2012, elementary school mass shooting, itself located a mere 25 miles or so from Skull & Bones HQ in New Haven, CT. (If you’re thinking that we’ll probably be subjected to some horrific public ritual in the same general vicinity during the 2013 Christmas season, I’d keep an eye on Satan’s Kingdom State Recreation Area, located approximately 40 miles northeast of Sandy Hook on Route 44.)
Although the Newtown tragedy (Sandy Hook is an affluent village in Newtown) has all the classic tell-tale signs of being a staged event—reports of multiple shooters, constantly-morphing/wildly-inaccurate media accounts, bizarre details, etc.—about all you really need to know concerning the incident is this: Suzanne Collins, the author of The Hunger Games, lives in Sandy Hook.
It is worth noting, as well, however, that there were initial reports (supposedly based on police radio traffic shortly following the shootings) that one of the suspects was possibly dressed as a nun, and that there were indeed two nuns photographed in the area around Sandy Hook Elementary following the massacre. What does this have to do with anything?
Again, we return to the Olympic Closing Ceremony, where along with Batman and the Joker (Aurora) and Indian Bhangra dancers (Sikh Temple of Wisconsin), we find Monty Python’s Eric Idle singing “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”, surrounded by roller-skating nuns. Coincidence, nunsense or predictive programming? You decide.
If you really want to discuss the details of this, or any other, atrocity with me, email me through the contact form on this website. On the other hand, if you’re of the mind to write me off because I took a risk in publishing a prediction, in an attempt to possibly thwart loss of life, and got it wrong, well, I’ve only got one thing to say to you: Kiss my clacka.