A Codex Moment

The following is a different view of the archives found buried in Jordan which are now being heralded as "christian" writings.

I do not believe that the experts always, comprehend what they have here, as this is not what they elude to, but what these lead plates elude to are the "mystery".

By Inspiration, I explain.

If one examines these plates, they were cast and not etched. Casting is a completely different form as this type dates back to Hiram, as in the artist employed by King Solomon for the Temple of God.
The area these casts were found, is in proximity to the area which the "investment castings" were made out of the clay and sands of Israel specific to this purpose.

In investment casting, one moulds an object out of pressed clay or sand, and then pours molten metal into them. This is old as antiquity and is still used today in industry. When Savage was still making the wonderful 99 Model, it was investment castings in Spain which gave that unique firearm it's character.

This must be understood as these plates were cast, in raised projections and not etched in reliefs. What is being missed here, is while most archives were of paper or calf skin, as in the Dead Sea Scrolls, the person behind this was part of an organized effort of not creating something for use, but this was an archive of knowledge meant to be preserved for a future date.

The person thought to be behind this was Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai, or translated teacher Simon son of Yochai.
He was part of a revolt led by another false messiah of Simon Bar Kokhba. The reason the Rabbi matters is he developed, or more to the reality, he set apart the mystery which was from Babylon exile in the Babylonian Mystery Religion, held in the Talmud expansive writings and in the teaching which became Kaballah.

While the Talmud is a horrid piece of hatred which calls the Virgin Mary a whore and Jesus a bastard and is of the same rise of 'christian identity' and Islamists who speak of mud people and lesser peoples.........yes the same hatred Hitler's mystery religion of rites embraced, as it is all the same source, the kaballah in what it touches upon in form is the sacred geometry.

King Solomon and it was said Enoch comprehended this science. DaVinci exposed part of it as Euclid did. I will explain what this is simply in, it is the wheels within wheels of Ezekiel's vision, by that I explain, it is God's Light which is photonic physics, the vibrational Thought of Life, in codex transformed to the workings of geometric patterns placed into motion by Will.

Take original Light, activate Will, and reflective Genesis light will be created and made into all things which was made.......and when those forms are out of sink with Original Order, they will in this demention of physical reality where time will conclude, they will be regenerated to original source.

It is the motion of the geometric form which is the sound of Life. As I have exposed here, Metatron's Cube, which is a diagram of the Tree of Life is thee exact measure of the immortal become eternal......providing one activates God as Source.
If in Metatron's model which is demonic, which the globalists are involved in finishing, it becomes eternal death.

These plates are made for teaching, but are the diametric picture and not word. They are symbolic and are a treasure map of knowledge, which if inked were meant to imprint on paper that which was in metal.
The mystery would know this as the magic of linking the metal of symbolic picture transformed into wood or skin by the ink or fluidity of thought.

The teachers delve into all forms of the mystery as in it is the wisdom knowledge which reveals the mystery of the hidden knowledge of the Great Architect.

The experts have no idea what this was created for and why it was hidden with such effort to be an oracle. This is a human form of crop circles. It is the grid of Washington, DC in matrix. It is the puzzle of the Temple in human form. It is the riddle of the pyramids as a way map obvious.

Read this from right to left in degree of ladder.

nuff said.


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BSNF: Buffett Railroad

This blog does not sit on sodomite Florida beaches playing with blondeberries. This blog does not sit on Long Island in tennis shorts. This blog does not sit in bunkers. This blog sits in America and is quite at home with America in it's genuine Reagan form. It embraces Christians, Conservatives, Veterans, Cripples, Geezers, Women.........you know all the folks hated by Karl Rove and Barack Obama.

I take up packs and enjoy being in the brier patch as I was born there in the wastes and wilds, and am at home there in my best loved nativity.

That is why from my perch of an eye in the sky........no not Google Planet, but seeing real things the Holy Ghost points out to me, that I witness things which puzzle me, because when I'm on location I see things no one else does.

God has provided me with many gifts. One is a photographic memory and a memory which has a catalogue of recall which is plain idiot savant, as I'm like a woman walking into a room in noting everything as the female niche is wired to do...........in my case I store in my archives vast amounts of information which might sit for years until it all compiles into some Final Jeopardy answer.

You know Dana Milbank, liberal who jousted with Obama at the Washington Post, until the cartel told him to shut his damn mouth or they would shut it............just as they told the Clintons?

I have mentioned Dana as he is quite the liberal fabrication, as his namesake is one Jeremiah Milbank, a friend of mine you might say from the old war days, the Civil War to be exact.
As I have stated, Mr. Milbank was a bright boy in he joined up with Borden, of the canned milk fame, and together in war contracts they made a fortune.

Milbank invested part of his money into railroads which built the American interior after the war and into the next century.

This railroad became the Milwaukee Road, which was a well run system in the northern tier with pretty red rust colored cars.

Stick with this children, as I will provide you a pissed off moment soon.

The Milwaukee Road was purchased a few years ago by Burlington Northern which ..........well from my perch did not please me, as their rail cars were full of Obama city graffiti and looked quite unprofessional, as they milked their lines for their bucks............until they were bought out by the namesake of BSNF, or Warren Buffett.

Nation Rapist Buffett had all those billions to buy up things cheap during the Obama Super Depression, by betting against America like George Soros and looting American's savings accounts.

What caught my attention today was the grubby BSNF employees, are not quite the match of the pretty new rail engine and shipping cars of oil tankers and freight.

Think about this for a second children, in how many businesses have you noticed have been buying up tons of new things costing a fortune when the rest of America is Obama imploding?

Recall now that Buffett was Obama's guru. Recall it was Buffett in Obama's White House speech of April 13th who Obama praised.
Recall now that it was Buffett who bet on China and bet on coal and rail, when Obama was destroying the coal industry, coal plants and the things trains were hauling.

Doesn't it seem odd in this economic depression that Warren Buffett would have the funds to be investing all those pretty new railroad toys?

You do know don't you in business like in Rush Limbaugh's private jet, that all of those things are tax deductions which allows them to live like kings, while the rest of America eats sawdust for supper.

Those new trains Buffett purchased were tax deductions. As he is astute, and Obama is assisting him........which is the case, Buffett got you to pay for all his new trains, by his tax deduction subsidies.
It might be a conglomerate mode of Buffett's looting branch of stocks and commodities earning billions, require a business offset in new toys at the railroad or it might be some Obama crime yet undiscovered in the country, but I was amazed how Buffett no longer pulls a caboose in his trains, but certainly has a great deal of new property in an industry which everyone else seemed to think was failing.

So all of you poor people, I hope you like the new trains you bought for nation rapist Warren Buffet as Barack Hussein Obama provided him absolute carte blanche, and an absolute profit as Buffett never puts money in unless he is assured absolute Ponzi type profits.

Even if you are not pissed, at least now you know something which the people in bunkers, beaches and tennis courts in their urbania never see as their satellites tune into programs about themselves while mine has a special feature which points things out to a mind beyond belief.

Oh yes....

nuff said.


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Sullivan Ballou

I wonder what gives people the right to cut out, chop up and edit a person's words?

What makes these documentarians like Ken Burns think they are Obama in deciding what is and what is not viable in life?

I have made it no secret that I detest Ken Burns as he is no historian and is a complete liberal propagandist. His work in documenting World War II had no white people winning the war, but it was all Asians and Blacks who won it for America.
His defining moment for America was baseball....no not the conquering pioneers of the American West who birthed even Canada, not Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, Andrew Carnegie etal and no it was not Theodore Roosevelt making federalist America an internationalist America........not according to Ken Burns, it was hitting a ball with a stick which defined America.

Ken Burns is the non obnoxious version of Michael Moore, except in his propaganda.

For that reason, I decided once again to visit the Civil War and repost a letter Ken Burns hacked to bits written by Maj. Sullivan Ballou, to his wife Sarah.

Burns decided that references to Ballou's children and to God's will being done, were just not something which should be in a documentary in some one's last words.

Sullivan Ballou is the perfect example of an American who built America. He is white. He was raised in abject poverty when his father died. He worked very hard and built himself to a station in life in never giving up.......and it was his love of America, in which he sought to preserve her, not change her, not be a community organizer, not being undocumented, which had Sullivan Ballou sacrifice his life for the America he loved.

The letter says it all...........but I still wonder why a creep like Ken Burns never felt the least bit creepy in chopping up a dead man's last words to his family..........or chopping out God's will be done.

Obama voter, Ken Burns.

Now for someone completely different, Sullivan Ballou.

July the 14th, 1861

Washington D.C.

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.

Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure—and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.

But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows—when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children—is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?

I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death—and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.

I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar—that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.

Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the brightest day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again.

As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.

Sullivan

Sullivan Ballou's leg was ripped off by cannon fire. His tattered limb was amputated and he died a week later.
Confederates later dug his corpse up and decapitated it.


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