The very next day, Valentine’s Day (or Lupercalia, whichever), the Day of Love, Olympic athlete Oscar “Oz” Pistorius—yes, “Oz” is his well-known nickname, and it’s not nearly as mean as his other one, “the fastest man on no legs”*—shoots his gorgeous model girlfriend, Reeva Steenkamp, in the head as she sits on the toilet. (In light of the Pope’s subsequent resignation later that month, one might be tempted to joke that she abdicated her throne, but that’d be in poor taste.) The Nike corporation of course immediately discontinued its latest advertising campaign featuring Pistorius, the text of which read, “I am the bullet in the chamber,” followed by, “Just do it.”
*Actually, Pistorius, the first double-leg amputee to participate in the Olympics, has a third nickname, “Blade Runner”—owing to the unique appearance of his prosthetic devices—which, of course, references the 1982 film of the same name and the genetically-engineered organic robots it featured, and most of us are familiar with the globalists’ obsession with transhumanism.
It’s been rumored that the killing was a crime of jealousy sparked by a recent affair, which does make for a convincing cover story. But as we explore the perverse subtext of this grotesquely humorous event, we find several additional facts of interest: Pistorius was born on November 22, 1986, and 11/22 of 2013 marks the 50th anniversary of the ‘Killing of the King’ ritual in Dallas, TX; also worth noting is that “Steenkamp” was a German occupational name for a stone cutter … as in mason.
And here’s where we take our own little journey into Oz: James Franco (Oz), who incidentally has already expressed strong interest in playing the role of Pistorius (Oz) in an upcoming film about his life, was born on April 19th, 1978, the same day on which in 1770 Captain James Cook sighted the eastern coast of what is now Australia (Oz). April 19th was also the date in 2005 on which Pope Benedict XVI was elected in a papal conclave, and he announced his historic resignation, the first in over 600 years, on February 11th, two days before the premiere of Oz the Great and Powerful. (April 11th was also the official release date of Temper, Temper, the latest CD by the band Bullet for My Valentine.)
Is this all just a bunch of hot air? Perhaps, but perhaps we should consider the hot air balloon that Franco arrived in at the Los Angeles premiere of Oz, as well as the scene from the movie in which Oscar’s (not Pistorius) hot air balloon comes crashing to the ground engulfed in flames, which, come to think of it, was eerily similar to the tragedy in Egypt thirteen days after the premiere wherein a hot air touring balloon caught fire in mid-air, subsequently deflated and fell like a rock 1,000 feet to the ground, killing 19. Life imitating art? Oh, come on. The incident occurred on a sunrise flight over Luxor, the modern name of the ancient city of Thebes, the great capital of Egypt during the New Kingdom, and the glorious city of the god Amun-Ra.
And speaking of sun worship—the Emerald City, the Eternal City (Rome), what’s the difference? Oscar Emmannuel (“god with us”) Diggs rules over the imaginary Oz just as the Pope rules over—our occult masters would contend—a fairy-tale land where a god-man walks on water, heals the sick and is resurrected from the dead. (“And the glow of an emerald circled his throne like a rainbow.” Revelation 4:3)
From the perspective of the Controllers, is Oz not a metaphor for this world of illusion we occupy, a world they’ve created over centuries, a world in which roughly one-sixth of the population is under the sway of Roman Catholicism and an even greater number under Christianity in general—at its core an innovative derivation of the standard sun-god mythology of the ancient mystery religions? Is the Pope not the Wizard?
Maybe, maybe not, but just as Dorothy clicked the heels of her ruby slippers together to facilitate her departure from Oz, it was announced that Pope Benedict will cease wearing his trademark red loafers upon leaving the Vatican. There’s no place like home…there’s no place like home…
Postscript: For those of you who’ve been following my August 5th thread: we have Oscar Diggs and Oscar Pistorius, and then ten days after Oz shoots Reeva, the 85th Oscars, and four days after that 85-year-old Pope Benedict resigns (leading the cardinals to sequester themselves to elect his successor), and the very next day, on 3/1/13, the U.S. government’s $85 billion sequestration measure goes into effect (I told ya they love name games). Three days before his own resignation, the Pope accepted the resignation of Cardinal Keith O’Brien, the leader of the Roman Catholic Church in Scotland, amid allegations of sexual misconduct (which possibly ties into a private report recently prepared by three bishops for the Pope detailing the extent of sexual impropriety in the Catholic Church hierarchy, leading some to wonder whether the information contained therein influenced Benedict’s decision to resign). O’Brien was enthroned on August 5, 1985—8/5/85. Now, I’m certainly prepared to accept that all of these 85s are clustering purely by coincidence, but if there is a major false-flag attack on August 5th, I want credit for noting these obscure predictive-programming elements in advance.
So, perhaps you thought I was getting a little carried away with the Pope=Wizard thing, huh? Well, Oz the Great and Powerful starring James Franco premiers 2/13/13, and on 3/13/13 Argentinian Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio is elected as the head of the Roman Catholic Church—Pope Francis I, the first Jesuit pope, and of Italian descent, no less (never you mind that Argentina was a popular destination for Nazis and Nazi collaborators after WWII) … and all the while the comet Pan-STARRS illuminates the night sky, sharing the heavens with a beautiful crescent moon. We’re off to see the Wizard…