December 27 ... Expect "something big" ... This is it, folks

Du.. Du hast, du hast mesh.. :/:bump:

Fake and gay.

this is the year!

:fear:

Are we all dead yet lol?

Yes

Fail tard

remember this thread?

Best thread on GLP ya it is !

this thread has 1.5 million viewers

im thinking i better prepare for dec 27th

i guess i can wait till nov though

Lol, you fools were proven wrong about the September doom and now you are trying to get people into December doom. Not going to happen fool. There is no doom this month, next month or in December. Dream on loser!

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German guy
12/08/2005 10:10 AM
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Re: December 27 ... Expect "something big" ... This is it, folks
How do I know?

I´m a former employee for the German foreign intelligence service, the Bundesnachrichtendienst.

There are still large number of mission-critical US bases in this country. I know what they have for breakfast each morning, even the colour of their underwear.

How do the CIA tap into "al Qaeda" chatter? They use the same methodology I employ.

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Do you mean you use External Neural Sensing ....

Some advance for of Remote Viewing ?

Like what the Monroe Institute does ?

On Wikipedia

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Remote viewing (RV) is the practice of seeking impressions about a distant or unseen target, purportedly using extrasensory perception (ESP) or "sensing" with the mind.[1]

Remote viewing
Claims
The alleged paranormal ability to perceive a remote or hidden target without support of the senses.[1]
Year proposed
1970
Original proponents
Russell Targ and Harold Puthoff
Subsequent proponents
Ingo Swann, Joseph McMoneagle, Courtney Brown
Remote viewing experiments have historically been criticized for lack of proper controls and repeatability. There is no scientific evidence that remote viewing exists, and the topic of remote viewing is generally regarded as pseudoscience.[2][3][4][5][6][7]

Typically a remote viewer is expected to give information about an object, event, person or location that is hidden from physical view and separated at some distance.[8]

Physicists Russell Targ and Harold Puthoff, parapsychology researchers at Stanford Research Institute (SRI), are generally credited with coining the term "remote viewing" to distinguish it from the closely related concept of clairvoyance,[9][10] although according to Targ, the term was first suggested by Ingo Swann in December 1971 during an experiment at the American Society for Psychical Research in New York City.[11]

Remote viewing was popularized in the 1990s upon the declassification of certain documents related to the Stargate Project, a $20 million research program that had started in 1975 and was sponsored by the U.S. government, in an attempt to determine any potential military application of psychic phenomena. The program was terminated in 1995 after it failed to produce any actionable intelligence information.[n 1][12]

History
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December 27 ... Expect "something big" ... This is it, folks
German guy
12/14/2004 04:45 PM
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December 27 ... Expect "something big" ... This is it, folks
Anyone else able to pick up CIA and other US government "chatter". I can, and I have.

December 27 is the day that´s freaking out the minions at the alphabet agencies (but not the controllers at the good ol´ al-CIAda network).

It sounds as if it´ll make 911 look like rather a fun day.
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It sounds like this may be pertaining to different timeliness and how we couldn't get 2020 right.

" All of our intercepts, field information and disclosures from former (and not so former!) US diplomatic personnel, tell us that the American people are being set up for another, but even more devastating, 9-11 tragedy in which a tiny group of people will gain enormously at the expense of the rest of the world. "

What I learned by being the Big Bang ( Shakti - Shiva ) and the Thought Boundary . . . .



“Death will come to all of us. Especially soldiers. It will come, inevitable as the sun. It is only to be feared if you fear what is on the other side of it, if you see darkness in your soul rather than light. In a way, I suppose soldiers are gods. You give your life away so others will live in peace, even if it’s only fleeting. The ones who live carry parts of you with them, your deeds become seeds for theirs. The sacrifice carries forward. And in their final moments as a soldier, you know they will have to answer the same question you did in yours: with your life, would you only create death, or with your death would you create life? That is my question to you, Commander Locke, how will you die? And for what?” ( Halo:: Nightfall)

Signals to Her Heart Out where the ocean beats its calm thunder against grainy shores of quartz and sand, she strolls, hands pocketed in a flowing gown of pearl-like luminance. I can see her with hair the color of sky’s deepest night when it whispers to the sun’s widow to masquerade as the sickle’s light.

So this is she. The only one who knows me as I am though untouched is my skin. The world from which she steps pounces from mystery, announces her calm purity like a willow tree bent to still waters.

In this unhurt place she takes her body to the shoreline listening for sounds beneath the waves that tell her what to do. How great is her love? Will it take her across the sea to me? Does she hear my heart’s voice before the translation?

She scoops some sand with her ivory hands and like an hourglass the particles fall having borrowed time for a chance to touch her beauty. Her lips move with prayers of grace as she tells the wind her story; even the clouds gather overhead to listen. Her gestures multiply my love with the sign of infinity, disentangled from all calculations, adorning her face with a poetry of tears.

I am unsummoned though I hear her voice so clear it startles me. I watch her because I can. I know her because she is me. I love her because she is not me.

In all my movement, in the vast search for something that will replace me, I have found her on this shoreline, her faint footprints, signatures of perfection that embarrass time with their fleeting nature. I am like the cave behind her watching from darkness, hollowed from tortured waves into a vault that yearns to say what she cannot resist. A language so pure it releases itself from my mouth like long-held captives finally ushered to their home; jubilant gods dancing away from sorrow’s reach.

She turns her head and looks past me as if I were a ghost unseen, yet I know she sees my deepest light. I know the ocean is no boundary to her love. She is waiting for the final path to my heart to become clear. And I am waiting for something deep inside to take my empty hands and fill them with her face so I can know the rehearsals were numbered, and all the splinters were signals to her heart. (wingmakers-com — poem16 )

” No, it is not the soul. What happens to sorcerers, when they pick up that hidden option of death, is that they turn into inorganic beings, very specialized, high-speed inorganic beings, beings capable of stupendous maneuvers of perception. Sorcerers enter then into what the shamans of ancient Mexico called their definitive journey. Infinity becomes their realm of action.” ( Carlos Castaneda )

What is a youth? Impetuous fire What is a maid? Ice and desire The world wags on

A rose will bloom It then will fade So does a youth So does the fairest maid

Comes a time when one sweet smile Has its season for awhile Then Love’s in love with me

Some may think only to marry Others will tease and tarry Mine is the very best parry Cupid he rules us all

Caper the caper; sing me the song Death will come soon to hush us along Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall Love is a task and it never will pall Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall Cupid he rules us all

A rose will bloom, it then will fade So does a youth So does the fairest maid

sung by Glen Weston

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Ego .... Self Importance


To bloom
Heart & Soul ::: Rose

The Poison Rose
R 2019 ‧ Thriller/Drama ‧ 1h 37m


What plants are in the Rosaceae family?

Includes apples, pears, quinces, medlars, loquats, almonds, peaches, apricots, plums, cherries, strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, sloes, and roses among the crop plants belonging to the family.

Edible Fruit .... Apple ... Awareness

The Poison Apple ( La pomme empoisonnée )


The tree of the knowledge of good and evil

The tree of life

Ego le Cachalot
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A y'est mon "super" disque est disponible chez tous les bons disquaires, beaucoup de librairies, et même certains poissonniers mélomanes de France et ce depuis le 12 novembre 2013 (L'Hallali Production / l'Autre distribution).

Vous pouvez aussi le commander sur internet (site Fnac, Amazon...)

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Voilà Ego Ego le cachalot
Attention aux portes attention aux carreaux
Bien dans sa peau sa peau de cachalot
Avec ses deux tonnes et son petit cerveau

Ah ce qu’il est beau cet égo gonflé de la sorte
Avec ses biscoteaux et son grand short
Sur son petit vélo il fend l’air tel un héros l’air désinvolte

Voilà Ego Ego le cachalot
Attention aux portes attention aux carreaux
Bien dans sa peau sa peau de cachalot
Avec ses deux tonnes et son petit cerveau


Mais ce qu’il est fier cet égo perché comme un coq
Sur son p’tit vélo droit dans ses bottes
Avec le vent dans le dos il va se prendre un poteau ou un d’ses potes

Voilà Ego Ego le cachalot
Attention aux portes attention aux carreaux
Bien dans sa peau sa peau de cachalot
Avec ses deux tonnes et son petit cerveau

Ah ce qu’il est chouette cet égo coincé dans la porte
Avec son air penaud et son grand short
Là bas sa roue de vélo tourne dans le caniveau parmi les crottes

Voilà Ego Ego le cachalot
Attention aux portes attention aux carreaux
Bien dans sa peau sa peau de cachalot
Avec ses deux tonnes et son petit cerveau see less
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Yoann Buffeteau : Synthétiseurs (Casio et SH101), guitares électriques
Stéphane Bouvier : Basse
Sylvain Delabrosse : Guimbarde
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Union

You are not here.
In this moment all that exists is here.
But you are not.
There are so many footprints
leading to my door.
Let us enter, they say.
We cannot sleep in the desert it is too cold.
Our tears will dry too fast.
Our ears will hurt from the silence.
Let us in.
And so I gather them all up,
swing wide my door,
and step aside as they enter
hoping they will lay in peace beside my fire.

You were not among them.
I looked everywhere for your face
and saw only mimicry.
The blind eye buried behind brain
searching for your heart.
An antenna so alert
there is a peculiar nearness of you
flying inside my body.
I can hold this like a tiny bird in my hands;
fragile, vulnerable, waiting
for my move to decide its fate.

You are not here.
I wish I could reach your skin,
remove the camouflage
tearing it away like black paper
held before the sun as a shield.
Unbundle you from your other lives
and distill you in my now.
You are my last love,
my final embrace of this world
and all the others that drop their prints at my door
are dimmed by your approaching steps.

I can see you will be here soon.
There is victory in my heart
and something invisible yet massive wants to speak.
Reminding me of you and your coming.
Quick, I plead, give me your lips.
Give me your womanly tenderness
that understands everything
so I may lose myself in you and forget my loss.

If you were here, I would tell you this secret.
But you would need to be staring up at the stars
when I told you, held within my arms
feeling the earth rise up beneath you like a holy bed.
You would need our union to be your ears.