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 135,000 years of family history, contained within that single, weighted sentence. But? I know a lot, about them: what, they thought; what, they said; what, they knew..
For throughout, the many generations? The, attitudes? Stayed much, the same. And, the Knowledge? Is, essentially? The same, as At the Beginning.
Even, so? I wouldn’t even pay the least bit of attention to all it, anyway; if it wasn’t for that singular day, and the Miracle of 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, who I am; and, what I was born to. 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. Can there be any other, possibility?
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.
It has hit the nail, on the head…
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? Can name, it. But it never, ever, changes. It has been the same, for us? Forever. No mater what mantle, you cover us over, with.
Many of our brothers, and our 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.
Name; Word. One.
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; Who Has Taken the First Step, 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.
Beneath, the Name? Is our, True Covering. For, the Name? Is, our Bower. Is, our Chuppah.
The taking, of Jerusalem? Was done, merely to secure, specific ancient artifacts. Which are now, well hidden away, elsewhere. They, seek; but they do not, find.
My, grandfather? Used to laugh out loud, about it. He said, that they had even suckered F.D.R., into it.
We were only in Jerusalem, 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.
For they abandoned YHWH, for earthly gain.
But, 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. Do not let anyone tell you, that it, is over here; or that it, is over there; that it, is found above, or below. That it, Has Come; or that it, Is Coming; or that it, Is gone. It Simply, Is.
The, Kingdom? Has always been, at hand. But can you, Ever Grasp it?
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 any 2, Are Gathered, In His Name? There?
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. Of, the Truth. My grandfather said, that perhaps? It would be ready, in my lifetime. And perhaps, not…
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, upon the vine.
So? I am passing some of what I Know, along. For, perhaps? Someday? Someone, will read this; and will, become? The next: Gouverneur.
It is not at all 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. No king, can assign the position, to another king. No scrap of paper, Can Work, YHWH’s Will…
YHWH Will Choose, His Hidden Grand Master. No matter what any king or commoner, or the church of man, thinks, or designs unto.
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 most likely, met them yourself. And have said afterwards, frowning to yourself: “Now, that? Was really, 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, in the Sistine Chapel. With? The Touch, Of God. He, and the Seraphim? At, the Center? Float, In a Cloud – Shaped just like, a human brain.
The, Kingdom? Is, At Hand…
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. So, don’t worry. As crazy, as that sounds.
Wouldn’t you like To Feel the Touch, of the Finger, of YHWH?
And, perhaps? You, and I? Will meet, Upon the Way.
The, Templars? Still, Are. And, the Grail? Still, Is. Albeit?
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.
My, grandmother? Told me confidentially, more than once? That, my grandfather?
“Is the Hidden, Grand Master.”
And he, told me? In, secret? That, my grandmother?
“Is like, the High Priestess.”
Yet, still; I wouldn’t pay the least bit of attention, to it; except, for? That enigmatic day, with the Men In Black.
Because of the confidences, of John Daniel, and Gil? I have, decided? Finally? To just, go with it. And you will simply 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 have the skill to 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.
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.
And, 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.
Essentially? 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 that 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 that 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?
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 nature, of 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.
“I? Will, Pass: By? You. But, you? Will only, see? My, Backside.”
To, a desert dweller? All which is seen, from behind? Is, the Covering; the, Mantle; the, Chuppah.
Oh, 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 Raise 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. Throughout, the generations. Throughout, the many millennia.
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.
As insane, as that probably sounds.