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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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7-22-16: Got Apocalypse?

Got Apocalypse?
See if you can figure this one out:

The Lord said unto my Lord,
“Come Up!
And take My Own Right Hand
Into Your Own;
And from this Time forward,
This is Your Own Inheritance –
As it was from the Beginning,
And yet still is,
Until Everlasting.”

The Lord said unto My Lord,
“Take Your Destined Place!
Secure Your Own Promise!
And seat Yourself
Amidst the Cherubim.
Your Place,
Is upon the Rock of Jacob;
Within My Own Name,
Are You Forever Named.”

The Holy One Seated Upon the Lord’s Throne,
The Lord’s Own Anointed,
Called out to me,
“Upon the low hill, are ye
Not to worship;
For the Mount of Ashtaroth,
The High Place of Venus,
Is forever to be an Abomination.
For whosoever worships
The Great Whore,
The Adulteress of All of the Ages,
The Fornicator With the Peoples
And All of the Nations
For but gold and silver,
For but the produce of the blowing dust,
Does share with her
In her own ill fate.
He who claims triumph over God and Nation,
I Myself, do trump;
I Myself, do trample him beneath My Feet.
He, shall I grind to nothingness with My Millstone,
The Holy Mountain which I Myself
Have thrown down amidst the sea.”

And I did see with my own eyes,
My own Lord,
Lift up my own Lord,
And seat Him upon His Very Throne,
A Green Hedged Island
Above a Sapphire Expanse.
And the Cup was poured out upon Him;
It ran down from His Hair and Beard,
To whiten His Garment.
And the earth was torn asunder
From beneath his feet.
And the mighty trees themselves,
Did flee from before Zion,
Fearful of being swallowed up
By the Waters pouring forth
From the Rising Cloud,
To be heard of no more.

For the King of Heaven
Has chosen His Anointed One,
Whose Burning Feet and Eyes and Mouth,
Scorch the very earth.
And from within the Wasteland before Him,
Within the dust of a Whirlwind,
I saw a little horn rising up;
It rose up from a head,
Which was once perceived to be dead;
It put flesh upon dead bones,
And spoke the words of a false prophet.
And all of the world,
Kings and subjects alike,
Bowed down before the little horn –
For they are no longer Knowing
Of the One True God,
Nor the Word spoken by the True Prophets.

And the little horn dug a Pit within the sands;
And the sands all about the Pit did fall within it.
And the sands were swallowed up by the Pit,
Which the horn itself did create for them.
And it widened in the Four Directions,
And consumed all of the sands before it,
Until it became an Abyss
Of Fire and of Smoke,
The creation of an Abomination
Which causes Desolation.

But there was One Stone at the Center,
Which the little horn could not swallow up.

And from within the cloud of smoke,
Did hordes of locusts arise
To spread out over the entire earth,
With the sole purpose of devouring it,
And every living thing within it.

And the locusts alighted upon the Small Stone,
And covered it over,
And sought to devour it;
But the Stone was as a Glowing Coal,
Was as a Blue Flame,
Was as a Sulfur Brimstone to them,
And it consumed the locusts one-by-one.

And the people of the earth were sore afraid,
As the hordes of locusts alighted amongst them,
Devouring all which was not locust.
And the people called out unto the hills,
And unto the mountains which they have chosen
From amongst themselves,
“Fall upon us!
Crush us with your own weight!
Bury us beneath the weight of your own yoke!”
As if only they could thus be spared
From the cloud of devouring locusts!
But the hills and mountains
Were but illusions of Power before them,
Born of the heat
Of the sands of the Wasteland.

And the locusts devoured everywhere,
As they went forth;
And they stung the Saints
With their tails spitting fire;
And they tore them asunder
With their teeth of iron,
Unto the Appointed Time,
When the Number of the Saints
Should be accounted for in the Book.

And I saw the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Measuring up the Number
Of the Saints found beneath it.
And the Saints cried out
To the One Seated Upon the Throne,
And to the Holy One Standing Before the Throne,
Who Himself,
Had Lifted Him Up,
“How long, oh, my Lord?
How long,
Until You wreak Your Vengeance
Upon all of your enemies?
For our own enemies,
Are Your Own enemies!”

And I saw the Holy One Standing Before the Throne,
The Ancient One of the Many Days,
Hand a Scepter
To the One Who Was Seated upon the Throne.
And I saw the Scepter,
As it were,
Become a Blooming Green Rod of Power
Within the Grasp of His Own Hand,
Smelling with the sweetness
Of a comb of honey.
And then it became,
As it were,
But a Small Rolled Up Scroll of Vellum.
And the Saints who are all Gathered Up
Beneath the Throne,
Cried out to the One Seated Upon the Throne,
“Tear it open!
Throw it down!
Smash open the Clay Pot!
Break the Last Seal!”

And I saw the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Unwind a Binding Cord from around His Right Hand.
It was of three cords,
And was red and white;
I saw its colors.
And slowly He opened His Hand,
And reveal a Word secreted therein,
Which was long Written upon it.
And the Word,
Was but a Name;
It was only a Number.

And as He opened up His Hand to the full,
I saw Great Winds Rising Up
From the Four Corners of the Throne above,
And from the Four Ends of the earth below.
And the Winds combined,
The winds of Heaven,
And of earth;
They combined into One Great Whirlwind,
Which nothing in Heaven or upon the earth
Could stand before.

And from His Hand,
From out of the Smoke and Cloud pouring out of it,
Did Lightnings and Fires and Hailstones issue forth,
To go out into every corner of the earth,
To seek out and to bind
Those who were long ago
Cast out of Heaven.
For He is the One Chosen,
Who holds the Keys to the Locks
Of the Chains and the Doors
Of the Pit and the Abyss.

And when He fully opened His Hand,
And turned it downward,
So that the Word Written upon it
Was seen by all still upon the earth,
The Seventh Seal was fully broken,
As the Saints had cried out for.
And the Cherubim were released
To encircle the Four Directions.
And the Sephirot were released upon the earth,
And into all Above and Below it;
Into the Six Directions,
Were they unsealed.
And Chaos rode out with them,
As the pairs of tails were unbound.
And Hell,
And Death,
Rode with them.
And with their unbinding,
Those Whose Tails were bound by Him
From the very Beginning,
Heaven and earth,
Were no more.

And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne
Raised His Right Hand Up
Into the former Heaven,
And cried out with a Voice
Of Myriad Tumbling Water Stones,
“Let there be no more delay!
For the One Whom I Have Chosen,
My Anointed One,
Who walks with Me
And in My Ways
Every Day of His Life,
Has Taken His Rightful Place
Upon My Throne.
And I have made the earth
His footstool,
And Heaven His Dominion.
And as He has requested,
I have given to Him
All Peoples,
And all Crowns,
And all Tongues,
And all Nations.
All that Is Mine,
Is now given unto Him,
To do with as He pleases.”

And the Kings of the earth
And all of the evildoers,
Raged against the One Seated Upon the Throne,
And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne.
For they know that their time is now short,
And the End of Days,
Fast approaches.

And the Holy One Standing Before the Throne
Took the Crowns off of the heads
Of all of the Kings of the earth,
Upon whom He had bestowed them
For His Own Purpose;
And He cast the Crowns of earthly Power
Upon the Crystal Expanse
Before His Own Throne.
And the One Seated Upon the Throne,
Took Up all of the Authority
And the Power of the Crowns;
And He bestowed it upon
The Appointed Number of the Saints,
Which Number had now been fulfilled
Within the Book,
And beneath the Throne.

And the Great Multitude Before the Throne cried out,
“Hosanna!
“Hosanna in the Highest!
For the One Worthy to Wear
All of the Crowns of the earth and Heaven,
Has Come to Restore us!”

And From beneath the covering
Of the darkest of the nights,
I saw the Star of the Evening Going,
And the Star of the Dawn Coming,
Lighting Up the New Day.
And it is here, and now –
That Day.
Let he who has an ear to hear,
Hear the Tiny Whisper
Found within every Breath
Of the Divine Eternal Wind.

Gary W. Harper

© 7-22-16

 

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7-13-16: Feel the Berne

So, Bernie has now endorsed Hillary…

Are you feeling the Berne yet? Are you feeling the outrage?

You should be…For Bernie has sold out.

How could you have possibly thought, for even but a moment, that this man was an outsider?

All of your outrage at the Demoncraps; where will you direct it now?

And Trump has said that he will endorse any Repubican nominee. Are you feeling betrayed there too, yet? Did you get burned there, too?

How could anyone not have foreseen this inevitable end? How could anyone have blinded themselves to all of this? How could anyone have possibly mistaken both of their business-as-usual, as an onslaught upon the establishment by a pair of putative outsiders?

Did you see think that you saw your Messiah, in any of these three painted harlequins?

Really?

All they are, are just pretenders. They are but the two faces of the same Beast – The one turned to the Left, and the one turned to the Right – But still, they are one and the same face. And this Beast seeks only to rule you, to devour you, to control your mind and your body, and to place every square inch of the entire earth beneath its feet.

And you all had such high hopes, that there would be some real change in Washington!

You must all feel pretty stupid, by now…

For it was all entirely predictable, and has been played by some very old playbooks. For the Party, is paramount; and the people, are but the dust to be ground beneath its feet. And that is the way that they look at you, these three.

I am sorry…

But it is all so very predictable, and inevitable, and outright laughable. For you have pinned all of your hopes upon the ones whose mouths are latched fast to the teat of the Beast, who is the Mother of all of these Fatherless bastards.

You took them both into your mouths, when you should have been spitting them out. And now, you have taken them both up the backside…

Do you feel the Berne, yet?

The Trump?

Or, maybe, the bump and the hump?

Do you feel dismayed? Betrayed? Demeaned? Defiled?

Raped?

It is well that you should!

But there is an alternative…

For you can join us here, in the Shadow Government. And while Bernie and Donald and Hillary aspire only to rule you, to place you under their thumbs and their heels, we of the Shadow Government, seek only to save what we can…

Whatever, that is, is still worthy of saving. For we are the Nation Apart…We, who seek only after Gan Eden, and not after the promises and the mirages, not after the dust-devils of this world.

And that is something, which none of these rotting Beasts can ever take away from any of us. For the Green Hedge raised up around Gan Eden, is secure and impenetrable; and the Key to the Door, has been well hidden away from the cynical likes of all of the Hillarys, and the Bernies, and the Donalds.

It has been hidden away from them, for millennia…

From the Very Beginning.

Know, that they have been appointed by Hashem to be exactly who and what they are, because men have chosen to be exactly who and what they have chosen to be…

So, you see? It is all up to you, and depends entirely upon the personal choices you make for yourselves. Obama, was your choice for yourself…

And just look at the result, of that choice.

So, the next time that you happen to run into your local Shadow Government operative? Why don’t you try to pay a little more attention to what he or she is trying to tell you? You will be glad that you did, in the End.

But you must listen very closely, to that Quiet Whisper which you are hearing in those most silent of hours; for they will not, they cannot, be anywhere near as obvious about it all as I am. Understand, that they are bound to non-interference…

That is, they may not influence you by any overt, direct means.

Unlike me…

We need a few more good men and women Up Here. Indeed; that is all who we are approaching, and are recruiting, and are taking in, into the Shadow Government.

Oh, it’s real enough – It’s far more real, than anything which any man can possibly imagine. And it is right here, and it is right now…

Defect.

Come Out of the Beast, and shake the defiling, crawling dust of Babylon from off of the soles of your feet.

Come Out of her…

Cleanse yourself…

And join the Shadow Government.

Gary W. Harper

 © 7-13-16

 

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