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2-10-18: Introduction: Secret Society:

 

Of course, in the eyes of men?  I, am?  Clinically, insane.  But, in my own eyes?  Things have never appeared, to be clearer. 

After 60 years, of consideration?  I have decided, to just go with it.  And, I am claiming?  My hereditary position, as: le Gouverneur. 

Apparently?  I was born, to it.  And, as a small child?  I was trained for it, by my grandparents.  My grandfather?  Apparently?  Was le Gouverneur, before me.  And, he?  Inherited it, from his grandfather; an old Scotsman, borne out, of Ireland.

This, position?  Allegedly came down, through the family line.  From long before, Jasper Tudor.  From long before, Yeshua the Nazarene, and Solomon, and Noah.  From long before, the pyramids were ever built.  It came down, from the caves of the Caucasus Mountains.  Where the second-oldest bones of modern humans, have been found. 

Our, history?  Starts, with a single sentence: “We stayed close to the mountains, because of what happened the last time, that all of the ice, melted.”  There are 100,000 years of family history, contained within that single, sentence.  But?  I know a lot, about them.  What, they thought; what, they said; what, they knew.

Even, so?  I wouldn’t even pay the least bit of attention to it, anyway; if it wasn’t for that day, and the Eratapokriseis, with the Men In Black.  Where they, essentially?  Rehashed everything, that I had been taught.  And?  Added, to it.  And?  Clarified it, even further. 

Still?  I thought the whole Men In Black thing over, for 28 years, before finally accepting.  Which I did, less than two weeks ago.

If you do not believe in, or Know Of, a Higher Power?  Then, by default?  I have to be considered, as: clinically; scientifically; insane.  And if you do believe in, a Higher Power?  The teachings, of the church of man?  Will, almost inevitably?  Still lead you to, the same, exact conclusion. 

Still: I have to, go with it.  For my latter, occupation?  In the city, of my father?  In the city, of my birth?  My father’s, occupation?  While, a coincidental, historical, anomaly?  Has led me, to take my early training, seriously.  It has caused me, to reflect upon: history; and, the world; and, the nature, of man; and, the Universe; and, each and every one of us; and, our relationship, With the Creator, Of All. 

We?  My, extended family?  Have been around, for millennia.  And man, and history?  Have known us, over the centuries, by many names: Hashishins; Masons; Templars; Illuminati.  You?  Name, it. 

Many of our brothers, and sisters – For we are open, to all – Have made the egregious mistake, of thinking that, the Kingdom?  Can Be Realized, through the work of the hand, of this world.  But?  The, Two Swords?  Are, Enough.  The, One?  Is, Written; Is, Engraved; Upon, the Thigh.  And, the Other?  Is, a Tongue of Flame; Come Out, Of the Mouth. 

Yeshua?  Tried To Tell you, All About This.  

No amount, of beheadings; nor?  Burnings, at the stake; can ever rid the earth, of us.  For, we?  Are like, the Hydra.  Cut off, one head?  And, two grow up, in its place.  We?  Are, everywhere.  Hidden, within.  But?  Living, without.  A Nation, Apart.

Our, Sacred Duty?  Has never, changed.  And, it is?  To protect the Pilgrim, Who Is Upon the Way; Unto, the Holy Land.  Upon, the Path; Unto?  Gan Eden.  And This, Duty?  Can never, change. 

How, do we protect them?  With, the Two Swords; Given Unto us, By YHWH.  The Word, Deeply Incised; the Word, Sparingly Spoken.

The taking, of Jerusalem?  Was done, merely to secure, specific artifacts.  Which are now, hidden away, elsewhere.  We were only there, of course, for 199 years.  And, some of our brothers?  Fell into the ways, of the world.  And, of course?  The, Holy Land?  Was lost, unto them.  With all of the attendant, bloodshed.

We had our own reasons, for embarking upon, the Crusades.  And, we?  Were hidden amongst the Host, even then.  As we still are, today. 

But, the Way?  The, Path?  Always Passes Through, the Holy Land.  And, the Holy One?  Fills, the earth.  So where, exactly, Is This, Holy Land?  Can it be pinned down, to a singular plot of earth?  Can man ever build a house, with which, to contain: He, Who Fills the Universe?

The, Kingdom?  Is, All Around you.  It Is, Within you.

We, of the Shadow Government?  Know, that our sisters, and our brothers, exist.  And we know, that we fill the earth; albeit, amongst men.  But we have shrunk our cells, even more.  Down, from the former, 5 or 6.  For where two are gathered, In His Name?  There?  We, Are. 

There Are Signs, by which we know one another, when we meet.  It is mostly, in the eyes…

Of course, it is crazy!  For, the entire world?  Is, crazy! 

My grandfather, and my grandmother?  Both, had told me?  That the world is not ready, for the Revelation, Of the Mystery.  Perhaps, it would never be, ready?  Perhaps, the world will come to its End, never having been, ready?

Why, am I finally telling the world, all of this?  It is because, I have no heirs.  No, grandchildren.  No one to pass the position, down to.  And I cannot let the Knowledge Of the Ages, just whither, on the vine.  So, I am passing what I Know, along.  For, perhaps?  Someday?  Someone, will read this; and will, become?  The next: Gouverneur.

It is not up, to me.  It is strictly between le Gouverneur, and YHWH.  For no man, can appoint anyone, to such a position.  Colleges of Cardinals, besides.

The only thing in this world and Beyond, which makes perfect sense, to me?  Is the Eternity, Where the Men In Black, Are.  And?  You, have likely, met them.  And have said afterwards, frowning to yourself: “Now, that?  Was, weird…” 

YHWH?  Is, Truly Accessible.  If you manage To Approach the Unknowable, In: the, right way; at, the right time; for, the right reason; with, the right heart.  And if you Meet YHWH, Along, the Way?  Then?  You Are a Part, of Something Bigger.

Think of the ceiling, of the Sistine Chapel.  With?  The Touch, Of God.  He, and the Seraphim?   At, the Center?  Float, In a Cloud – Shaped like, a human brain. 

Michelangelo?  Was one, of us.  Within, the chapel’s ceiling?  Are coded, our symbols.  Which were placed there, to train you, subliminally. 

Le chat?  Montres, la plus petite souris.  Et, le chien, derrière elle?  Montres, le chat.  Et, nous?  Sont, les Chiens, de YHWH.

Anyway?  The Shadow Government?  Is looking for a few, good: Sénéchages; Doges; Cavaliers. 

But?  Don’t take it up, with me.  It is between you, and YHWH.  You need To Approach, the Unknowable…

You’re, Protected.  Don’t worry.  As crazy, as that sounds. 

And, perhaps?  We will meet, Upon the Way.

The, Templars?  Still, Are.  And, the Grail?  Still, Is.  Albeit?  Hidden…

As, a small child?  I was shown, the maps. 

And, perhaps?  My grandfather merely imagined, that he was: le Gouverneur?  He either, was; or?  He, was not.  Crazy, as it is. 

But, because of that day, with the Men In Black?  John Daniel, and Gil?  I have, decided?  Finally?  To just, go, with it.  And you will have to bear with me, for a time.

If you spent a few years on the internet, and put it all together?  Perhaps?  You could present a facsimile, of an Eratapokriseis.  But only an insider, can do it perfectly; correctly.  It is something – I guess?  That you are just, born to?

The, Way?  Is Always, Before you.  It Has Always, Been.  All you need, to do?  Is to take, that first step.  And, all fear?  Will fall away, from you.

Are you watching the Templars, on: The History Channel?  Here are, some clues; as crazy, as it seems.  Entombed, in the rock?  Is, the root, and the trunk, and the living branch.  And, the line?  Leads upward, to the box.  The, box?  Is hidden beneath, the green bower.  And within, the box?  Is Found, the Grail; Hand-formed, out of base clay.  The, line?  Passes through the living branches, of the Oranges; ever, green… 

The, orange?  Is seen, upon, the green.

The second, clue.  If you are given, a lemon?  As bitter to the taste, as it is?  You make, lemonade!  And that is why Stewie’s head, on: Family Guy?  Is shaped, just like a lemon. 

It is all, symbolism.  Presented, for your subconscious training, by: us.  And why, you ask?  It is so that, when you finally Are Confronted, By the Mystery?  You are hopefully prepared well enough, to be able to handle it. 

Think, about it: the, Stuarts?  Got, the lemon.  And, the Oranges?  Currently?  Have possession, of the box.  For, now…

A third, clue.  Yellow?  Is symbolic, of: gold.  The kingdoms, of this world.  And, the Coming Mashiach?  According to, the Muslims?  Comes from, the East – Wearing, a shirt of yellow.  Yellow?  Is, the Light.  The, Bright Morning Star; In, the East.

The, West?  Is to, the East – Of, Jerusalem.

Red?  Is, for: the, Bloodline.  Flowing as deep, as the horse’s bridles.  Remember, the Revelation?  Red?  Is also, the bloodmoon.  The Spirit, Become Flesh.  Which, Overshadows, and Consumes?  The kingdoms, and the kings, of this world. 

And, Stewie?  Wears, This Covering; This, Chuppah.  He’s just another brilliant kid, in an average, dysfunctional family.  Who: in, reality?  Knows, deep down inside?  That, He Is?  The One True Emperor, of this, physical world.

Despite all of the bullshit, around him.  And who, is his best, friend?  Just the dog, who morally supports him: Brian Griffin; Ivy League student, at Brown University.

That, Stewie?  Is: clinically, insane.

You, most likely?  Have absolutely no idea at all, how well you are being mentally prepared For, the End Time.  Man?  Can; and, will; deny, Shekinah.  But, YHWH?  Never denies, His Own.

There are particular surnames, in the line through the branches: Stuart; Tudor; Williams; Browne.  The, list?  Is, quite long.

There are particular first names as well, in the line: Henrietta; Maria; Mary; Martha; Margaret; Sarah; Rebecca; Alexander; William; Henry; George; Abraham; James; John; Thomas; Charles.  And there are many, many, more.

And that is why, I often say: “And that’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.”  It is an acknowledgement, of the line.

After, the millennia?  Almost everyone, on the earth?  Is related to the line, by blood…

We?  Are all, kinsmen, and womankind.  As crazy, as that sounds.

We, of the Shadow Government?  Speak to man, through: Symbolism.  The first four-syllable word that I was ever taught, when I was less than two?  Was: “sim-bowl-is-‘em.” 

We manipulate, the mind of man; via the things, of this world.  And, through them?  We Reveal, the Eternal Presence, Of the Grail.  You can call it: “Brainwashing,” if you want to.  But: art; literature; architecture; music; culture; philosophy; Spirituality?  Are, our children.

Yet, man?  Chooses; every time?  To create the church of man, out of That Which Is Given Unto them, freely. 

The hearts, of many men, and women?  Are invariably, good.  But it is the cares of this world, which get right in, their Ways.  And, the church of man?  Plays you; through, this physical world.  They hold your soul, manacled high above your head, unreachable, untouchable, in a hangman’s noose…

But you can Pick Up the Sword, Freely-Given; and you Can Free yourself, from that very noose.  Know Well, the Beast.

Man’s arrogance, and self-will?  Is, actually?  Almost, but not quite?  An admirable quality, In the Eyes, Of YHWH. 

Like, Abram?  You Just Have To Know, How To Negotiate, With YHWH.  But don’t try this at home, folks.

Call yourself, what you will: Jew; Catholic; Protestant; Sufi; Hindu; Buddhist; New Ager; Templar; Mason.  The, label?  Does not matter in the least, To YHWH.  For, the Presence?  Reads, the heart.  And, Eternity?  Is Calling Unto you, To Join In.

What, exactly, are you waiting for?  The End, Of the World?  There Is a Parade, Right In the Path; so won’t you join it, today?

Yeah; I’m, crazy…

Science?  Was created, by Godly men; who wanted to explain, the unbelievably ordered underpinnings, of YHWH’s Universe.  Science?  Was created, specifically?  To demonstrate God’s, Inherent Validity. 

But, because it deals with, the physical world?  In: quantifiable; containable; constrainable; measurable, terms?  Science?  Was soon hijacked, by, the atheists. 

Charles Darwin?  Said that, as a young man?  He was kicking around, some ideas.  And, man?  Created an entire religion, out of those very, ideas. 

The foremost, bastard-child, of the now atheistic religion, of science?  Is: psychology.  For, psychology?  Denies the Very Ability of YHWH, To Touch this world, With His Own Hand, and Breath. 

It Can not possibly Be, YHWH!  He Does not, Exist.  So?  It has, to be?  A clinically definable, aberration.  The, Prophets?  Were All, delusional!  Yeshua?  John the Baptist?  Were, insane!

But who defines, what is: an, aberration?  Fallible, man?

Man?  Has completely fucked up, everything that he has so much as breathed upon.

And because half of the world, will not allow itself to accept: a, Higher Power?  Those, Who Are In the Spirit?  Are said To Be: “Touched.”  Which, makes me?  By psychology’s somewhat fuzzy-edged, hazy, indeterminate, adjustable-to-the-moment, definitions?  Already, half-crazy.

Touched, By YHWH?  And what is so wrong, with that?  Michelangelo even painted it on the ceiling, of the Sistine Chapel.  Front, and Center.

I only know, that when I shook the hands of John Daniel, and Gil?  I Felt the Awesome Power, Contained, Within Them.  And, They?  In Their Manifestations, Within the Avatars, Of men?  Are As Close As any man alive can get, To Realizing God, In the Spirit.

Any atheist, can tell you: I’m crazy, alright.  By, clinical definition.  For there can be no other alternative, for any man.  To consider, any other implications?  Is far too hard for the closed minds, of many men.

The, choice?  Is always, yours.  For?  You Have Been Invited, In.  So: what will, you do?  Just stay outside of the Door, in abject fear, of the darkness?  Or?  Will you Light your own Lamp, and Come In?  And Join In, the Wedding Party?  Everyone, Is Truly Invited. 

And our, Sacred Duty?  Is To Guard, the Ancient Path.  To Keep it Swept Clean, of all stumbling distractions.  To Close Off, the many byways.  To Make Level, and To Raised Up, and To Make Straight, the Way, Unto the Holy Land.  The Path, Unto: Gan Eden.  Unto: the World, To Come.

It Is Already, Here…

The Kingdom, Of God?  Is, At Hand.  It Has Always, Been.  But?  The Big Question, Is:  Are you Willing, To Grasp it?

The, Shadow Government?  I was born, to it.  And I was trained, for it; throughout, a lifetime. 

And, perhaps?  You were, too.  Weren’t, you?  For, the reigns?  Are always passed down, to someone, else. 

As crazy, as it seems…

I am obligated To YHWH, For Everything.  So?  After 60 years, of careful consideration?  I Have To, Go With it.  With, the Spirit.  There Is no, other Choice.  Go, Up…

As insane, as that probably sounds. 

 

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7-19-16: Blinker Report:

So I take Misch out at 4:22 A.M. It is already dawning a new day, to the east, and the moon to the southwest, is basically full. The sky is clear, and it is calm, and damp out from the rain. And he is balking, and wanting to go back in. But I tell him, “Come on, Misch; we have to see what sort of Blinker is out in the cul.”

So we go out there, and my eyes aren’t even focusing from sleep, and are watering, especially the left one. I rub it clear, and look to the NNE. And instantly, right in the center of my vision, true to form, I see an intense, quick golden Blinker.

We are standing near where Sissy was killed…

I stare a while, in case it is a lightning bug. But it is no lightning bug; I already know that, because of the speed of the Blink, and the fact that it is out there in deep space. It is far too obvious, exactly where it is…

It is too cool out; it just rained; it is near dawn; and I see no other lightning bugs; all of these, are conditions that belie the idea of it being a lightning bug.

After about a minute, I see a tiny, bluish-white, deep space Blink. It is out there, about two to five times farther than the Travelers, almost in the exact same place. It is on just long enough, for my now-trained eye, to determine that it is headed ENE.

And speaking of the Travelers; one is headed north, right west of there.

About 90-95 percent of the time that I go out to the cul-de-sac after 1:00 A.M., I see a Blinker within one-to-two minutes. They are not there just enough times, to keep me thinking about why they were not there, just that one time. It was not like this at all last year; they were almost never out there, in the A.M. hours…

It is constantly changing.

Misch and I do the walk, and I go out two more times, basically watching until 5:00 A.M. But all I see, is two more Travelers…

And not one lightning bug.

The Blinkers are often near the Travelers. It must drive the militaries of the world absolutely bonkers, to spend billions on a Star Wars spy program, only to have one of our Blinkers fry its innards a few days after launch and final setup in orbit. It is hit-or-miss, whether a Blinker will fry a particular satellite, and when. And they do just enough of them, that it keeps men on their toes, and show them just how powerless they really are. For the power of men, is just a self-sustaining illusion…

But it does not prevent them from launching still more satellites designed for meting out destruction. And it does not prevent them from shaking their fists at the sky, and cursing All the Powers of Above…

You will not find anything on the Blinkers on the internet, although there is a short video clip of one. The ones which travel in a straight line? You could make the argument that they are tumbling satellites, whose solar panels are reflecting solar light. But that’s a bit problematic, directly overhead, between 11:00 P.M. and 2:00 A.M. You see very few Travelers then, in the earth-shadow; and many of them are quite dull and evanescent and transient. But you still see the bright, full-blown Blinkers.

Look up that little alien baby mummy thing, from I think it is Chile. It is a deformed human, several years old, only inches tall. But they have a video of a Blinker, and a Traveler doing a turn…Very short clips, but the real deal.

For the tumbling satellite theory, you have to account for white, ivory, pale yellow, yellow, gold, orange-gold, orange, Sardonis, blood-red, yellow-green, pale green, emerald, deep green, teal, blue-white, blue, sapphire, and rarest of all, ruby, and amethyst. And sometimes, they are all in the same Blinker…

The Rainbow; the Breastplate; the Foundation Stones; the Stars.

White and gold are the most common all year long. Orange and green and blue, more depend upon the time of year, with orange being the widest date range, and green being almost specifically connected to 6-22 and into the late summer…

In winter, you see white, gold, and an occasional orangeish-gold.

Which makes no sense at all, since it is always the exact same temperature, in deep space. So, it has to be earth-oriented…

On 7-17-16, I sat out from before dark until 10:50 P.M. Right at dark, you had all of the Minis, as generally is the case…Nothing you can definitively lay a finger on. I just sat there after dark, looking, and saw only Travelers. It was totally clear and calm out, and warm, with lots of planes and lightning bugs around.

I just observed, and asked nothing of God.

About 10:00 P.M., coming out of the woods, I started asking God some personal, yet universal, questions. And immediately, to the west, I saw a Blinker-Traveler slowly flaring on, bright white, to fade again. It was on maybe twelve seconds, from start to finish. It was going NNE. It slowly flared on white again, and then went behind the white oak. Not an Iridium flare – They are once-and-done.

I stepped back, but I could not find it in the binoculars, where I was anticipating it to be in the Big Dipper. I dropped them, to see it flaring off, reddish, south of where I expected it to be.

So I sat down, and talked to God again. And right overhead, slightly north, I saw a bright golden Blink, just like I did this morning. I stared a while, and then saw a distant, deep space whitish Blink…Just like this morning. It appeared to be heading south…

I saw another, brighter white Blink, and I could determine that it was definitely headed south. With another, a bit brighter and quicker, I caught it in the binoculars. It was Blinking mostly white, with some golds, sometimes very intensely. It is these more intense Blinks, which are visible to the naked eye. It was on more-or-less the entire time, with a lot of faint, quick whites, with some greens and blues and oranges and a bit of red thrown in, between the more intense Blinks. There was no rhyme or reason, no specific pattern to it, unlike the one right before, the Blinker-Traveler.
I stepped back as it went into the trees, but I lost it in the binoculars.

There was no pattern – Unless the repeat of them in the Blinker of this morning, the bright gold attractor Blink, and the tiny, deep space, moving white confirmational Blink, is the repeated pattern…

They do that so much, that I have named them the attractor Blink, and the confirmational Blink. Many times, those two are all that you will get.

So I thanked God for that one, and went for a third, by asking God another question…

Which is pushing the phenomenon already.

To the west, more-or-less in the same track as the first Blinker-Traveler, a Blinker flared on. It was in a four-phase pattern; one intense white, one dull white, one slightly less intense white, another fine, hardly-visible white. About 2 seconds, per cycle.

I got the glasses on it, and it was mostly white, with some pale golds thrown in occasionally. The pattern was pretty regular. As it faded to the distance, it appeared more to be a two-phase Blinker-Traveler. The intensity of it, created this subjectivity of interpretation.

Again, I thanked God for the answer. And then, knowing that I was really pushing it, I asked a question for which there was no real answer. And as expected, I saw nothing…

Just a few more Travelers.

But I had expected nothing…

And they are fully interactive, with what you are doing, and thinking. You just need to learn the lingo.

There is nothing on the internet, about the Blinkers. Oh, someone will describe them in a forum, somewhere, and ask what they are. And someone invariably replies, that they are planes, birds, balloons, bugs, and shooting stars. Take your pick. The replies come from people who never ever look up, or take their noses out of their phones.

They leave Superman out of it. Mighty Mouse and Underdog, too.

Not plane, nor bird, nor even green frog…

Go out there, and spend a few thousand hours observing in some rural area, and record all of your observations. And once you have seen about 10,000 airplanes, and 500,000 lightning bugs, and have recorded 500 Blinker observations in your notes, get back to me…

It should only take you about three years, if you are diligent about it.

The professional astronomers, the commercial and military pilots, and the brass, are conspicuous for their absence in the replies in these internet forums. But then, you have the threat of the $10,000.00 fine, and the two years in jail hanging over your head, for even saying anything about it…

They never enforce it, either in the U.S. or Canada. The concentrated ridicule which follows, is far more effective a deterrent to talking than is any threat of jail, or a piddling fine.

But I can talk all I want about them…

For they are ours, and not the militaries. And if you know how to work it, you can get them to do just what you say, albeit in their own good Time, and in their own personal Way. For they are cognizant entities, themselves, who can choose the Time, and the Way.

Oh, to be sure, there will be a reckoning…If not in this lifetime, then in another. But I am feeling right now, that it is in this one.

Join us. Defect from all of the governments of the world…

And join the Shadow Government.

For the True Power Over All, is with us. And when you are being Called Out, in the wee hours of the night…

Just throw back the cover, and answer that Call, and go to meet the Unknown…

For it is always right there, in the Silent Whisper of the night, right before the Dawn, just waiting for you. But the decision to break bread with your Best Friend, beneath the terebinths of Mamre, upon the encircling green grass besides the crystal-clear waters, is entirely yours. So, invite Him and His Companions in, to join in your circle…

Raise Up the Green Hedge, about yourself – And find your deserved Rest, within the Land.

Gary W. Harper

© 7-19-16

 

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