After Bush’s victory many fell into despair, four more years of the red-neck Reich was more than they could bare. People in Britain were deeply upset when Blair moved troops north from Basra to help Bush. The hatred of Blair is very intense, many are ashamed of their government, as they are in America. We have been captured by what looks like a reincarnation of the Nazis. A few days before the election I saw a dark vision of Kerry; he morphed into a Nazi officer and back out again, twice. (See: Kerry V. Bush). It didn’t matter who won the election, they are both of the same ilk. Kerry might have been worse; he’s educated and very intelligent, at least Bush is as thick as two-planks. He’s bound to make mistakes. Especially now that he believes he has a free hand to do what he likes.

We are watching the battle of two insanities—the alliance of the Jewish-Christian fundamentalists V. Moslem fundamentalists. The Jewish-Christian alliance will lose, but the Moslems won’t win either. Their countries will revert back to the Middle-Ages. But hope springs eternal in the human heart because there is love and there is hate and then there is the Third Principal, and that Third Principal is deliverance. If you are on the mailing list here you will know a bit about it as I have sent you articles on the wars in the mirror-world, and how that will impact us for the good here. Rescue is at hand.

For people to comprehend there is a mirror-world to this one where events happen first is hard, many would imagine me a demented fool. But I have never lied to you and I never embellish or alter what I see, and often what I see is not to my liking. I am a war correspondent of sorts, I report on the ghoul-wars and I never alter the facts. Certainly, I might express my opinion as to what I think it all means, but when I do, I make it clear in the text what is fact and what is speculation. If I wanted to protect my career I wouldn’t write half the things I do, but fame and fortune isn’t my thing in this lifetime, maybe next time. My only ambition has always been the Third Principal. In the battle, I lost my home, contact with my family, and my career, and I used or gave away all my life’s savings. I also lost the proper use of my legs, as they atrophied as I watched the Morph and the mirror-world, laying on a bed sometimes twenty hours a day for almost four years. I mention all this blah, blah, because many of you are cynical and you have good right to be, but events will change your mind in the end.

You will see apparitions in the sky many thousands of feet high and they will stay there for hours if not days. Some will be religious icons and very beautiful, you will be awe-struck, some are kings and queens from history, and then there are some funny ones, I can’t say right now what they are, I don’t want to spoil it. These things will come to pass and many more. Some will fry your noodle, some will make you laugh, some will scare you, but they all will come because you are loved and because everyone ought to be offered deliverance even if it is known that most of you won’t take it. It has to be offered to everyone on earth, even the worst of humans. That is the law somewhere, far, far away.

The lights will go out mysteriously for no reason at all, the phones will fail, T.V. signals will be corrupted, sometimes hacked, and sometimes shut down for days on end. Buildings will spontaneously burst into flames, others will just fall over, corporations will go bankrupt, and nations will crash to their knees, and all the while tyrants will reign over us. Much of the wealth of the world will be taken from it, stocks will become worthless, the fat will go hungry, and the proverbial ‘material girl’ will wander as a bag lady. The global-ego will be wounded and it will be forced to become real. Of course, the only real assets you have are your family and your friendships and whatever goodness you express. You don’t need all the other stuff.

And in the middle of the mayhem there will also be bliss and a great joy. A star will appear low in the West, as bright as Venus. It will drive the poor astronomers mad, because sometimes it will be there and sometimes it won’t. And a great miracle worker will emerge. He will have special powers long-in-the-making that no one else has. He will speak with a strange authority about your soul and other things, and when he raises his hand, you will be healed of your woes. He is not Jesus and he is not a Christian, he’s a good man but not yet a saint. He’s a very soft, humble person, a working-class lad of no special social standing, but what he has is very, very special, because it comes from a celestial place where twenty-six dimensions intersect––Noodle Country––hard to comprehend.

It’s a world where everything is inside out and back to front, where reality slides and tilts sideways all the time, and some of it is going forwards and some of it backwards, and anything can spontaneously appear at any time, anywhere. It’s the world of the Forces of Light and the Spirits of Nature that have fought their way in here to take their planet back. There are millions upon tens of millions of them. Some are fierce military-types that will fight the ghouls on our behalf, and some are the Tall Boys and Tall Girls that I have written of before, and then there are many others that are most angelic in their form. Some are like thin, neon tubes that emit a very soft, blue light. At the top of the tube is a circular area about eight feet off the ground. They bring with them bliss. They are beautiful but strange to our way of thinking. There are seventy-five of them, as far as we know, they come with the miracle worker.

It has all been made ready, nothing has been left to chance. It’s meticulous to the nth degree. We have been watching it for almost four years now, it’s almost ready––inches away. Some of it is walking through the walls of our reality as I write, but it’s not quite all here as yet. With it comes the Third Principle, deliverance, as said.

In a strange way, everything that will ever happen has already happened in another world, and so it’s safe to say there was a victory and a rescue, and each and everyone was offered unconditional love, hope and deliverance––many declined the offer and then again, many accepted. So it was all worthwhile in the end.


© Stuart Wilde 2004
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