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Sunday, December 6, 2015
144 | Morgan Freeman's Airplane Tires Blowout In Clarksdale, Mississippi (Everyone Reported to be OK)
http://www.cnn.com/2015/12/06/us/morgan-freeman-plane-forced-landing/index.html
This is the first I've heard of Morgan Freeman in the headlines since the murder of his 33-year old niece in New York City this past summer.
Clarksdale, Mississippi = 144 (Pythagorean, S&K Exceptions)
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Identical story to travis barker and dj adam. Under inflated tires, maintenance and pilot error for a masonic millionaire. Ever notice Bava Kamma (the First Gate) gate=113. The book is literally "the first jewish invasion"
ReplyDeleteAlso '113 First 113'
ReplyDeleteTo elaborate 'first' has a gematria of 72. Like world, money, ultra. Mk ultra is 1311 72 much like a113 or 113a =1311/1131. Mk ultra = 1311 72. Bava Kamma(the first gate)= 113 72 113
ReplyDeleteEven more curious is my Great Aunt, an anagram of freemans granddaughter - Edna K Heine. Who died at 5:55 on 12/1. Her brother who is not mentioned was Rev. William Heine. Considering timesquare was closed for his procession, and his masonic ties - certainly worth looking into http://m.legacy.com/obituaries/newsday/obituary.aspx?n=william-h-heine&pid=2416479&referrer=0&preview=false
ReplyDeleteBack to its normalized germanic origins, wilhelm heine (artist/writer) was invited on a journey with Squire. Squire wrote a book called "serpant symbols - the ancient history of worshipping symbols". Heinrich heine long before any conceptualized world war stated such "I had once a beautiful fatherland.
ReplyDeleteThe oak tree
Grew so high there, violets nodded softly.
It was a dream.
It kissed me in German and spoke in German
(You would hardly believe
How good it sounded) the words: "I love you!"
It was a dream" also "Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.". Boldy stated "People in those old times had convictions; we moderns only have opinions. And it needs more than a mere opinion to erect a Gothic cathedral"...... "Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.". On action "Mark this well, you proud men of action: You are nothing but the unwitting agents of the men of thought who often, in quiet self-effacement, mark out most exactly all your doings in advance.". On truthseekers "by contact with another great genius, but less by assimilation than by friction." And on his own writtings : "What! Think you that my flashes show me
Only in lightnings to excel?
Believe me, friends, you do not know me,
For I can thunder quite as well." And on religion "Christianity - and that is its greatest merit - has somewhat mitigated that brutal Germanic love of war, but it could not destroy it. Should that subduing talisman, the cross, be shattered, the frenzied madness of the ancient warriors, that insane Berserk rage of which Nordic bards have spoken and sung so often, will once more burst into flame. This talisman is fragile, and the day will come when it will collapse miserably. Then the ancient stony gods will rise from the forgotten debris and rub the dust of a thousand years from their eyes, and finally Thor with his giant hammer will jump up and smash the Gothic cathedrals."
"Do not smile at my advice -- the advice of a dreamer who warns you against Kantians, Fichteans, and philosophers of nature. Do not smile at the visionary who anticipates the same revolution in the realm of the visible as has taken place in the spiritual. Thought precedes action as lightning precedes thunder. German thunder is of true Germanic character; it is not very nimble, but rumbles along ponderously. Yet, it will come and when you hear a crashing such as never before has been heard in the world's history, then you know that the German thunderbolt has fallen at last. At that uproar the eagles of the air will drop dead, and lions in the remotest deserts of Africa will hide in their royal dens. A play will be performed in Germany which will make the French Revolution look like an innocent idyll." I believe in progress; I believe that happiness is the goal of humanity, and I cherish a higher idea of the Divine Being than those pious folk who suppose that man was created only to suffer. Even here on earth I would strive, through the blessings of free political and industrial institutions, to bring about that reign of felicity which, in the opinion of the pious, is to be postponed till heaven is reached after the day of Judgment. The one expectation is perhaps as vain as the other; there may be no resurrection of humanity either in a political or in a religious sense. Mankind, it may be, is doomed to eternal misery ; the nations are perhaps under a perpetual curse, condemned to be trodden under foot by despots, to be made the instruments of their accomplices and the laughing-stocks of their menials. Yet, though all this be the case, it will be the duty even of those who regard Christianity as an error still to uphold it ; and men must journey barefoot through Europe, wearing monks' cowls, preaching the doctrine of renunciation and the vanity of all earthly possessions, holding up before the gaze of a scourged and despised humanity the consoling Cross, and promising, after death, all the glories of heaven.
ReplyDeleteThe duration of religions has always been dependent on human need for them. Christianity has been a blessing for suffering humanity during eighteen centuries ; it has been providential, divine, holy. All that it has done in the interest of civilisation, curbing the strong and strengthening the weak, binding together the nations through a common sympathy and a common tongue, and all else that its apologists have urged in its praise all this is as nothing compared with that great consolation it has bestowed on man. Eternal praise is due to the symbol of that suffering God, the Saviour with the crown of thorns, the crucified Christ, whose blood was as a healing balm that flowed into the wounds of humanity. The poet especially must acknowledge with reverence the terrible sublimity of this symbol.