“Man, once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the sport of every wind. With such persons, gullibility, which they call faith, takes the helm from the hand of reason and the mind becomes a wreck.” –Thomas Jefferson, letter to James Smith, 1822
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| I propose to offer old people as a sacrifice to appease the volcano gods |
At this time of the waning, let us hope that the light stays with us in the darkness. Let us
[Release] negativity, not just banishing it but consciously letting go of it . Continuing any banishing done during the last phase [of the moon].
For my sins, I haven't excommunicated any ginger of late, however I believe my great work must continue now that I have demanded the world's gold. I have therefore prostrate myself on the floor in penitence and to make a big show of my humility
Whilst some have cast aspersions, using allegations to question my motives, I assure the reader my intentions are noble, although I do have to disclose [self] diagnosed megalomania. I suffer this vexation so that I may appease the Kraken and bring peace to mankind by taking on the burden of. the gold. This knowledge is the only way that we may defeat beliebf
fear of Friday the 13th is rooted in ancient, separate bad-luck associations with the number 13 and the day Friday. The two unlucky entities ultimately combined to make one super unlucky day. Dossey traces the fear of 13 to a Norse myth about 12 gods having a dinner party at Valhalla, their heaven. In walked the uninvited 13th guest, the mischievous Loki. Once there, Loki arranged for Hoder, the blind god of darkness, to shoot Balder the Beautiful, the god of joy and gladness, with a mistletoe-tipped arrow.
"Balder died and the whole Earth got dark. The whole Earth mourned. It was a bad, unlucky day," said Dossey. From that moment on, the number 13 has been considered ominous and foreboding
But did you know and did I tell you, that it cannot bode well that this precession, which happens all the time, is happening in 2012. Had it been 2007, it probably wouldn't have mattered and if I'm honest I wasn't paying attention. Now it foretells an ending and the portents are ominous and foreboding.
Friday morning, the Last Quarter Moon will be exact, when the Sun in Aries squares the Moon in Capricorn. The Last Quarter Moon phase points to some sort of crisis of consciousness.
However, all astrologers are wrong and have the hearts of false prophets despite the greatest of intent. It is a well know FACT that only I can interpret the signs in the heavens. They can pursue any theory they bloody well want as long as they agree with me and the Theory of Bob is not questioned subjected to such blaspheme and they agree with me.
Friday 13th April 2007
Thomas Fernsler, an associate policy scientist in the Mathematics and Science Education Resource Center at the University of Delaware in Newark, said the number 13 suffers because of its position after 12. According to Fernsler, numerologists consider 12 a "complete" number. There are 12 months in a year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel, and 12 apostles of Jesus. In exceeding 12 by 1, Fernsler said 13's association with bad luck "has to do with just being a little beyond completeness. The number becomes restless or squirmy."
This fear of 13 is strong in today's world. According to Dossey, more than 80 percent of high-rises lack a 13th floor. Many airports skip the 13th gate. Hospitals and hotels regularly have no room number 13 [i]
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| Friday 13th April 2001 |
As 11 is an incomplete number and suffers horribly for it's binary association, it also must be challenged. Simply put, it is not complete. Eleven years ago the Sun[god] was angry with us on Friday 13th April. The portents were ominous and foreboding.
That was proof enough So now as once cycle has passed I return to the pages of FutureHistory for the ever-present tale of greed and the psychosis that drives slaves deluded into believe they are free
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| Friday 13th April 2007 |
"Friday, the 13th; I thought as much. If Bob has started, there will be hell, but I will see what I can do." The sound of my voice, as I dropped the receiver, seemed to part the mists of five years and usher me into the world of Then as though it had never passed on...
'Bargains!' he roared, 'don't you know the day? Don't you know it is Friday, the 13th? Go back to that hell-pit and sell, sell, sell.' 'Sell what and how much?' I asked. 'Anything, everything. Give the thieves every share they will take, and when they won't take any more, ram as much again down their crops until they spit up all they have been buying for the last three months!' Going out I met Jim Holliday and Frank Swan rushing in. They are evidently executing Bob's orders, and have been pouring Anti-People's out for an hour...
...As I had been fingering the tape, watching five and ten millions* crumbling from price values every few minutes, I was sure this was the work of Bob...No one else in Wall Street had the power, the nerve, and the devilish cruelty to rip things as they had been ripped during the last twenty minutes...just before noon the tape began to jump and flash and snarl, I remembered Bob's ugly mood, and all it portended...
[Bob] had been with Randolph and Randolph from the day he left college, and for over a year had been our most trusted Stock Exchange man. ..the devil had possession of Bob...[he] knew no kindred, no friends. All the wide world was to him during those periods a jungle peopled with savage animals and reptiles to hunt and fight and tear and kill. [ii]
* prices in 2011 c. 122-245 millions, American sources
[i] Friday the 13th Phobia Rooted in Ancient History National Geographic
[ii] Friday, the Thirteenth Author: Thomas W. Lawson This novel was written in the same year that a Friday the 13th occurred in April, 1906. In that month a great quake shook and destroyed Ye Blue Oyster Club for Gentlemen, Mount Vesuviius erupted and devastated Naples. Hmmm [note: Lady V is not this luscious Italian Lady, who chucked her molten muck as the world turned to face the new dawn.]
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