Respiracy Theory

Respiracy Theory


Wednesday 26 September 2012

overdogging

It is often said that Brits love an underdog.
This of course makes sense, as Britain is about the most Jewish plalce in the world, more so even than Israel (It's the New Jerusalem, as has been known since at least the time of Blake. And it's never mentioned in just about any corner of society, just as you would expect of a place overrun with the High Backroom-backdoor-eunuch-molders).
And they do love a temple dog under them. Oh yes.

Tuesday 25 September 2012

naughty gods

Reading Homer and Julian Jaynes gives one the impression that there was a time, really very recently, when our actions were entirely governed by voices in the head, and these voices had to be obeyed. This was the gods, speaking to each body who was really an empty vessel for the voices to play with, as sport. Jaynes makes it pretty clear that this was a real thing and not a metaphor.
Combining this with the fact that we know nothing at all about history before 1600, and precious little about history since, there are some interesting hypotheses.
The statutes of the private trusts are these days taken as "god" by most. People worship money, but money is a trust, bonded by the private trusts at the top of the legal-fiction pyramid.
Gods lost their ability to speak directly to people as they once did, but their legacy remains. Some with schizophrenia still experience it, as with that guy who got told to drown himslef in the ocean cos he was a good-for-nothing. Well, turns out the voice was right cos he didn't even manage to accomplish that.
Most people still appear to want the Gods to order them around, and so that's what they get.
It's not as if the Gods, as we hear about them today, appear to have been a particularly noble lot. They seem to be a pretty wild lot, fucking and playing cruel jokes and meting out cruel and unusual punishments.
Seems someone higher that them stepped in and changed things somehow.
Could be related to Atlantis. Who knows. Will we ever know?
Anyway it appears that we now have the chance to join forces with this higher power, and we can do so by acting as God, ie by creating our own law, showing we are capable. Other than that, the Old Annoying Gods are going to do the governing, and that never appeared to turn out very well for the Man.

Friday 21 September 2012

running away with the circus

We may take the piss out of the Flying Circus and their Priests, and may even aim the odd bit of invective over there. But the deeper truth is that we are so utterly grateful to them; they are our guardian angels. Who else  is out there, telling us to get the fuck out of commerce? Who else is showing so clearly the absurdity of living as the undead? Who is poking fun at us, saying, "what the fuck are you doing man? We're turning this shit up to crazy and you're still swallowing this shit! Youre still running around like little bitches saying you're a name or a birth certificate or that the CIA is watching you, or that there's a government which either loves you or wants you dead..."
It's insanity. It's idolatry. It's death.
It's a serious business they're involved in. And they're doing it with balls (ironically for eunuchs) and wit and style, and no little talent. Was I the only one to start admiring these actors after Ed Chiarini's revelations? Too bad he's taking it as a cue to write to congressmen and change laws on running for office, and all that nonsense. Wake up guys! There's NO... FUCKING... GOVERNMENT. ANYWHERE. ANY, FUCKING WHERE. They're fucking ACTORS, for fuck's sake. And even if they weren't actors, they would still be actors, do you see that? And all you Americans, you can't stop rabbiting the fucking mantra of bill of rights, constitution, declaration of independence... Did you write those fucking documents and sign them? Then why the fuck do you keep talking about them? What have they got to do with you, for Christ?
You're sucked into commerce, you think it's real. How the fuck did you ever get persuaded that pieces of paper and plastic shit made in China is real? That schools for children are a great idea? That wars are necessary and inevitable? That you are to give away the hours of your life and lifeblood to a corporation in exchange for exactly zero? And how the flying fuckity fuck did you ever get persuaded to stick needles of poison in your children, by Fucking God?

It's so clear now that the enemy is not the Flying Circus or the Priests. Or even the TV. The enemy is your parents, your family, your friends. All who would drag you into Zombie land. You're not going to change them, they're gone. And if you will not see that, the enemy is you. That's the real meaning of Romero's little morality tales. If you don't leave them you will die. And you didn't come here to do that.


Who's Your Daddy

People have got to stop calling these characters "government"! Call them "The Public", or "The Corporations"! Or if you're talking about these eunuch actors who are re-presented as being Lords and Kings, call them "The Flying Circus." If you're talking about the Gypsy-Guild Illusionist-Priests, say so. Government is You, don't keep calling them government, because if you do then it will be true for you.
The world of The Terminator already happened. The Truman Show already happened. Bladerunner already happeened. The Matrix, 1984, Brave New World already happened. All those Sci-Fi Dystopias already happened.
Everybody gave away their natural rights to become machines, subservient to dead entities. The machines won the battle.
But we are still here. And we can go back to Eden anytime we wish, like Dorothy in Oz. Not in a group, but individually,
one
by
one.

We are the Gods of Eden.

Thursday 13 September 2012

how we swallow the sun

Okay, so a chemtrail theory. So the Vulture Circus worship the rotting sun, right? Especially when its the lens for Sirius. And the sun, rather than shining, actually extracts light, heat, dead water and other impurities, okay?
So. The National say, "there's no saving anything, now we're swallowing the shine of the sun." I do enjoy listening to the priests talk to us through pop culture. Especially when they sound a bit miffed.
So, the shine of the sun or all impurities, are being swallowed. So soon the sun will cool down, seemingly, but in a very nice way. I mean, take egypt. They probably caused the flood there,right? and now theres no water left.
So how to keep up the heat to fed the sun? well, could always put a layer of sulfur dioxide into the stratosphere, as it will remain there or 1-2 years after a single spraying, apparently. Thats according to defra.
insane? you betcha. but the kind of thing they would do? well, they want things to remain as they are, i guess. they have a hunger for friction (faeces) just like the sun.
of course, even if it did succeed for a time it would just be delaying the inevitable. there would be a cool
layer above the blanket, and the imbalance would surely fall apart in some way.
btw, it is hilarious the way they do these things. you know, the "well there's a problem cos this thing is
happening." and then they go and cause that thing with their "solution."
It's not icke's problem-reaction-solution. it's fiction-problem; real-problem applied as "cure" with much fanfare; and outcome of fucked-upness which media are utterly silent about so the sheep deny is even happening. Vaccination, terrorism, cancer, war, pederasty, crime, and so on.
Then at some point they'll re-engineer history so that the fiction-problem is forgotten, and you're just left with the real problem but everyone thinks its okay cos its "always been that way."
So they've been saying for ages, about global warming. so they go and cause global warming, under the guise of solving it. Pretty funny.
Relates to the whole pawn way of thinking. Like, something real is pledged. something fake is given in exchange. So whats happened is that the bailee has become secured creditor; which is to say a creditor (bailor has now become a debtor with respect to the bailment tokens which are currency, and there is an interest charge as well) who also holds a security interest in the pledge, ie in the real thing.
nice game for the pawn shop.
Who'd be a Pawnor? Folks, that's what happens when you get involved in contracts without knowing who you are. It's Trust Time.

Tuesday 11 September 2012

hairy

It's a pet theory of ours that thoughts manifest themselves as dust, and old thoughts and old dust converge and settle on certain surfaces, along with loose hair.
Now, there are certain "negative spaces" which attract dust. Televisions and electrical wiring. Incense sticks. And people.
The association with hair is interesting. It tells us that hair is an antenna for receiving and transmitting thoughts and feelings of those around us, or those who have been there before us.

First Acts of the New Crown

There are many reasons to say that the ridiculous pharma industry is best as is, is perfect, because all those useless eaters are going to do everything to wreck their health and those around them, so why not just let them speed up the process and let them go to their graves forthwith. But Ruinur must admit that vaccination is nonetheless one of the most unsettling of all manifestations of this. No doubt Bill Gates, that grinning flying-monkey vacant idiot posing as a savant, that suited card-carrying eunuch member of the international actors' guild, has done more than most to push the idea that vaccination is a very clever thing.
See, blood is the center of a person's... well, everything. Health, body, mind, vitality, good humour, wit - the lot. And to stick a needle through the skin and fill the blood, not only with foreign matter, but a cocktail of dead material, chemicals which are not found in living organisms, and heavy metals, is... remarkable. But further than this, the neutralisation of the man and the training of women and mothers has made them actually queue up to have this done to their children. Helpless children, at such a crucial juncture in their lives. So trusting of their parents, so helpless to make good sound decisions. And, to have so many of the things! Babies have sometimes a dozen of the things, almost all at once. The barbarity of this is almost beyond comprehension. (hmm, bar...)
Of course, the germ theory was built to bring the ancient superstitions of evil spirits and the like into the techno-era, and like I said one could argue that they deserve all that's coming to them. But this mutilation of children, as with circumcision and pederast rings, is surely a place we are to draw the line? Adults (meaning, corrupted and useless pseudo-men and pseudo-women) can go ahead and do whatever to themselves. But given that they do not "own" their own children and hence can not legally sign off on such treasonous acts, is it not an area for the Crown to step in?
That's us, by the way.

Sunday 9 September 2012

The Crown

 Then, following in the steps of Sir William Markby, I ventured to say that this corporation sole has shown itself to be no “juristic person,” but is either a natural man or a juristic abortion.

Maitland

pavlov

Is it really so terrible to welcome multiple income streams… or multiple lovers? Can we not simply relax and allow our desires to show up, without presenting a list of fear-based demands that constricts the flow?
Can you allow yourself to receive through all parts of the spectrum of potential, including the bands that expose your limiting beliefs and make you feel vulnerable and afraid? If you can do that, you will soon forget what it’s like to experience scarcity.

Steve Pavlina (also recommended - his 10 reasons you should never get a job)

O'Nassis

equals.

Own Asses.

One Direction (boy band on MTV last night). equals. Wand Erection.

Thursday 6 September 2012

Women's love

Could it be that men must save themselves from the love of women?

It's the mothers' love that sent Ruinur to school. That sends out their sons to die in wars. That do not understand how not to operate under the brothel-system of pawnage and bondage - or rather, DO understand, and only that.

It's a woman's love that nags and harrasses and shit-tests her man at every opportunity. That tried many times to make Ruinur feel utterly guilty about living his life to the fullest.

Could it be that a woman's love is dys-love, is scorn? The love of Cybele, that would be surrounded by eunuchs.

It's obvious to any man who's lived a day in his life that you will only be served faithfully by a woman when you treat her... well, rather like a dog. Tolerate her, treat her with amused mastery. Sneer at her jokes and she'll get wet. Hell, if you face-palm her onto the floor she'll try to hump your leg.

Rather different to man's love. One can truly sympathise with the gay view that men are for love and women for breeding. Kids for pleasure, well perhaps, but not in the way they seem to mean it.

Wednesday 5 September 2012

trust law the engine and the remedy for social engineering by very degenerate types

Now no doubt our free foundation of charitable institutions has had its dark side, and no doubt we discovered that some supervision by the State of the administration of charitable trust funds had become necessary, but let us observe that Englishmen in one generation after another have had open to them a field of social experimentation such as could not possibly have been theirs, had not the trustee met the law’s imperious demand for a definite owner. Even if we held the extreme opinion that endowed charities have done more harm than good, it might well be said of us that we have learned this lesson in the only way it could be learnt.

ibid.

How much longer are people going to volunteer to be the trustees of the public corporations? Just how fucked do things have to get?

whereas

But it was of “the Publick” that we were speaking, and I believe that “the publick” first becomes prominent in connexion with the National Debt...
“Whereas,” said an Act of 1786, “the Publick stands indebted to” the East India Company in a sum of four millions and more.
What is the Publick which owes the National Debt? We try to evade that question. We
try to think of that debt not as a debt owed by a person, but as a sum charged upon a
pledged or mortgaged thing, upon the Consolidated Fund.

One of our subterfuges has been that of making the king a trustee (vel quasi) for
unincorporated groups. Another of our subterfuges has been that of slowly
substituting “the Crown” for King or Queen.


Frederic Maitland, Collected Papers

You are the NWO, now

The Crown = Government = The State (the word) = United States (united words) = United Nations (united births) = Commonwealth = The Sovereign = The King = Natural Man = Creditor of the Public Trust = You.

Many people are making the mistake of thinking the Crown is the Queen of England, or the Vatican, or a corporation at the Temple Bar in Fleet Street. That's nonsense. It's none of these. It's you, when you say it is. This is legal fact.

Tuesday 4 September 2012

hart

And Jesus said, Are ye also yet without understanding?
Do not ye yet understand, that whatsoever entereth in at the mouth goeth into the belly, and is cast out into the draught? 
 But those things which proceed out of the mouth come forth from the heart; and they defile the man.
For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies:
These are the things which defile a man: but to eat with unwashen hands defileth not a man.

Interesting in context of the endless torrent of garbage from every corner of the medes: listen to your heart. follow your heart. and what if your heart leads you right down that same sewage pipe they love so much.
The heart is a valve and a source of friction. No doubt it has a purpose, which right now I can't see, but it ain't the source of motion of the blood - that's quite obviously the lungs and specifically the negative space that Schauberger identified. But don't listen to your fucking heart. Listen to your lungs. Listen to your liver. Listen to your breath.
That's another one, too. Love. Which today appears to mean some kind of dishonest lust. Fucking SICK of that word.

Monday 3 September 2012

rapey.

male on female rape is all but impossible. the unprepared and resisting vagina is far, far harder to penetrate than an anus. theres a ring of muscle there that pulls tight. to get past it would be a logistical nightmare, when you have to deal with flailing legs, biting, scratching and whatnot. you'd need shackles, accomplices who are strong, a gag,but more than that, an actual man who wants to have sex wouldnt even come close to wanting to do this crap.
a man cant get it up unless theres a pretty good environment of peace and some very succulent sexual vibes being given off by her. its to do with smell, and touch, and all the other senses that arent even spoke about or recognised.
or are you still under the jew-pression that there are only 5 senses?
theres a reason that all so-called rape used to be considered a consenting act. its becuase it is.
just try it. you'll see pretty quickly. youve been conditioned.
male on male rape, on the other hand, is commonplace.
kind of fits in with the jew-gay bull-queer mindset, doesnt it?

Israel

equals.

Is Real.

Not that tough, is it? God's chosen people to test the sheep.

Play with reality. Put out filth and see who buys it.

Sell = program.

It's nothing to do with money. Money doesn't exist. Settle with your brother.

It's late in the day. These cunts were never funny. They are due a lesson in what is truly real.

hole

So, what've we got? (dons sherlock/john HOLmEs cap)
Sometime around 1600 or the late 1500s, there was a kind of triumph over the whole planet of the merger of trust, commercial and contract law, and these principles got codified in cloaked form as the king james version. some profound truths, some drivel. all disguised, and mixed with a lot of profound astrological truths and truths related to sex and drugs as well. all the wellspring of the good stuff, in other words.
so, a few people knew the score. they lived a good life and passed on the good life to their offspring. but then there was an element that got hold of it. a kind of family of actors, cybelean cultists. the jews. they decided, that since the world was already belonging to anyone who asserted their claim, they would test a few people. make them doubt their divinity. take the piss, have  a giggle. they became the priests, the holy bullshit artists. they fabricated a new absurd history. Came up with the holy bullshit conglomerate of religion/science/politics/monarchy/medicine/media.
And theyve done a pretty good job, havent they? all things considered. but you know the one thing they can never touch?
 yup, its law.
Now, where are those guys with free energy at? Time to give a little, fellas.

"Get inside their clothes with my green gloves
Watch their videos in their chairs
Get inside their beds with my green gloves
Get inside their heads, love their loves"

Racism

There's only one race of men. But its represented by forms and families in various stages of dysgeneration and eugeneration. There's precious little eugeneration around these days, but if you want to find it just look for the beautiful women and strong men. Hint: Brazil is an interesting place.

Useless eaters and intestinal fortitude

Into the third month of flexible fasting fruitarianism, and shite continues to flood out of Ruinur. Inspecting our poo this morning, we saw little creatures jetting their way around the surface of the toilet water. Nice. And who's to say these little bastards haven't been influencing our very thoughts?
20kg less, and the beginnings of a six-pack stomach for the first time in our life. And having bought a blender, lots of lovely watermelon juice to quaff. A quick look at the old irises (iridology is amazing, you've got to try it, go to that goldmine that is archive.org) shows that there's still a lot of encumbrance in the stomach and intestines, and little white strands that indicate some kind of upcoming healing crisis for the kidneys. And our emotions are a little edgy, there's some anger welling up for certain things, and family who have just been batshit-crazy their whole lives and would rather like to drag Ruinur with them if they can. Still, Ruinur has never been stronger. How can you not be strong when you know you want for nothing and are limitlessly healthy and wealthy, all you gotta do is give your word and make a claim?