The old teletype machine is a-clickin' and a-clackin'. Here comes the printout...
...Wait for it...
...Just wait. Are you in a hurry or something?...
Okay. Here it is. Ahem.
I see... ...a bioweapons attack in the London Underground, followed by some sort of physically destructive event in the vicinity of the Olympic Stadium and Stratford City Mall, likely at the end of the Olympics. And it will all be blamed on Iran.
The bioweapons attack on the underground will spread death to the four winds of Europe, and the explosion will serve as a crowd pleaser and also make Mister Lowy some money for his tireless efforts at securing a venue for this latest command performance of our one trick pony.
I cannot know that these things will occur, only that there have appeared a plethora of Illuminati (Luciferian) gang signs and tagging in all sorts of news and entertainment media which inform all those who may witness these presents that these satanists intend to start the next global war toot sweet.
The opening ceremonies of the Olympics, for example, were a veritable satanic creepfest.
Everyone's playing Indiana Jones these days, trying to read the hieroglyphs in time to prevent the next disaster. It's become a cottage industry on the internet. Should you choose to, you may watch the three videos that follow, which seem pretty much well enough on target. They're in line with my thinking, in general.
Of particular interest to me was the part in segment two where the members of that musical group Labyrinth are wearing Luciferian priest cloaks and they turn into biohazard symbols and join into one large bioweapon.
And when I couple that with the purely artistic impulse I had this morning to include that 28 Days Later clip in my show, I knew something was up. (When you suspend all rational inquiry into why you may be saying something, or placing a particular thing in your show, your subspace mind --what you or I might typically call the unconscious-- is free to mine information from that informational field which permeates everything. It is there where you can sense future probabilities. But in order for that mining to work, you must not censor yourself. What comes in my head comes out my mouth. And that's just how I like to live my life.)
