… and someone else mentioned the bridge; and to see to me it was not new like the Bifrost was nothing new; and still this one something spectactularly new and from the same place where this Valchallan “Chivan bridge” was now new just like the “Tableland Monument” and the Chenab real-comparitor. Today the world and the people around me echo in almost perfect … pre-verberation the things I think about … the important ones–at least.

Few “epiphanies” have held a stronger hold on my viewpoint of what it means to change in understanding and meaning more than the unwritten in “mass prose” version of “vitsivanu”–which today I still believe means “and we painted” and recall a time when it had no meaning at all–just like “ativan” too–very little meaning other than to tell my father of the good of ambien; this one is better. Of course it’s specific, this word that details the broken vav I pointed out as not just “something new” (as in “anuvian” and of Anubis) … but of literally recalling that the world I gew up in, my entire history before 2014 did not contain a glaring and obvious error in the “perfect handing down” of the Torah from scribe to scribe. Like a break between the “from the ashes of Edom” and the world believing itself to be so far east of Eden–and yet not realizing this place a patchwork of many worlds and many peoples … all because of the broken man at the heart of what “Vav” means, and Avram (my given birth name by rabbi–my Hebrew connection) … perhaps the other half of two words mending these two worlds.

Few epiphanies stand to make a stronger mark on my understanding of the recitance of ritual and religion than one that broken straight through the barrier of the prayer we called most hallowed–and above all. This one of course the “Shema” and almost nothing could touch this strange prayer which divines the hidden Holy name of God; "hear O’ Eroshalayim–the Lord is our God, the Lord is [the] One. This one prayer, the Mourners Kaddish–it stands out as it begins its recital by the Lord God around the same time the Hakodesh Kadesh Yeshua stood out in fiery trine “what is esh?” to every Jew who doesn’t today believe in Eternal Flame and every one who does not believe it has something to do with these words and “the Kiddush.”

kiddish anu … “bim” it’s votav;

Here the prayer I’ve noted before contains another reference to “his name” and “this holy place” in time and space–this strangely recited prayer that mentions nothing of death in our ritual spoken to mourn the dead. Hear in it, the strangeness of just pronouncing the “shem-ay” and seeing a “hard a” rather than the spoken “soft-ah” of all humanities hallowed, “Shema.”

so vietnamed; kid-al; bet [uon] kid-ash–[shemay]

ON THE KATA DEL SOLEIL; TO DANCE, PERCHANCE TO HAVE RHYTHmmmmmm …

“UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, STAND DOWN” I hear my own voice echoing through timespace all the way to the borderline of Mount Pleasant and Charleston on a highway nearly named the same–and numbered too–this one of Julian, the Seventeenth that might be of July or of September depending on view Septuagintonic and Rummy the Mummy I yell … MjuME close MAME; like the Unicorn and the Docker of "what does this have to do with standing on the bridge or the namesake of where it come from this uninsurable place called “long-shore risk.”

T’was a scene straight out of the movie “Brasil” … the wall of my hotel room had disappeared and literally a colorful styrofoam sort of obstacle course had been installed in its stead." A soldier in tactical gear tumbled in to the scene that I could liken only to the “foam pit” of Tag–a place where I spent many afternoons as a youth after attending preschool at the Mailman Center. Rocking and rolling to whatever it took to bounce on the trampoline together–either duck duck goose or it’s Purim-counterpart …

Then I walked outside and took barely a step, to hear the rapport of a rifle shot and literally felt the wind of my leg and pant legs disappearing for just a moment as the bullet; clearly aimed for my heel or my shin … simply vanished into the ethereal place that electrons must go when they refuse to follow either Einstein or Newton’s laws. It was around Christmas time of 2014; a literal event occurring in the space in my mind between “reality” and “the dreams I experience” when walking through our house-of-card semi-fungible planke space … high on “meth rather than methane or the ether” of Hunter S. Thompson’s" road through Barstow … a mythical mega-port between Area 51’s Las Vegas and Los Angeles … of the same … of Shangri-LA;

So the message begins with a charming recollection of the link between Sherwood Forrest and the heart of the three letter country at the center, dead center … of the city of time. It recalls a time before I knew “PICS” and “pus” would one day also link the city’s Latin name to a third mountain after Sinai and Horeb; this one … the mountain of the God’s of make it a “Greek Exit” … the link of course between Jerusalem, through Eros … to Olympus. A camera’s flash and then dozens more; center stage in this place that cannot recall whether Aerosol and “aerobatics” link Manasseh to Cape Caneveral or we stand again … denying the future of the Constitutional Update that true religion and understanding of “morality” and “righteousness” explains must not only touch but totally transform the Holy Promised Land of the United States of America–heart of all religion … heart of skies’ Heavens’ and …

land where our father’s cried
land of the pilgramiRAge to Mecca with pride
land that rings true from every mountainside

Mira!@ Children of the Sun, of Nero, of the Ren of Star Wars and the history of Rome that recalls the Emperrror and the Census; the concensus and the “five signatures required in order to alter history” whether today they are connoted with “annotations” or “connotations” or the notation of “pretty good” in PGP and public key–of RSA and the Myrrh; or the miracle of the MRSA and Leukemike. Lucky Mike, one the difference between “Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus” and our lucky fluke tying that one special word to Ukelele, Ulele and of course, mmmmmmBop.

From MIA, the international airport code for … Tamiami’s almost every letter; to MCO and the three letter code for the Starship Enterprise … this is Jefferson Starship on “who built what?”

TAVERNA and … MINERVA; on the Miner band wagon and whether or not there’s worth in the bitcoin “EES” … to be of “ownership” and “employees” and a wave of corporate takeovers by stockholders dead set on empowering employees to also become “special board members of the Skybook.”

Of the Saducees and the Pharisees; fair weather and darker waters … the connection between “revolution” and “confederation” … the ideas of a man and the worth of "things like the Greek Orthodox Exit; and the geosword–Spartans and Sparticus. To spar or to fight a “land war in Asia” against the Sicilian of the People’s Princess Pride … and on to the PPP.

Long ago I wrote of the Medieval Crusades as a sort of time shifted “place in our history:” where the books of recounting the past and seeing something of a very special message about time travel and the importance of our present day depicted what truly does appear to be our “right here, right now.” The general gist of the matter is a repeated attempt to “take back Jerusalem” from the “outsiders” who had occupied it from Moorish lands, the connection here broadly to Spain and a religious movement which appeared not to coincide with the values and beliefs of the original builders … but yet was one built on those beliefs as foundational works, and upon actual inspection hold quite a bit of “values-in-common.” Here in this place we have “Assassin’s Creed” to connect the high level intelligence of the two sides, the Assassins and the Templars to what I consider something “amorish” the idea that they are indeed one group (split perhaps in their minds like Isaac and Ishmael, by a hanger–Hagar–or a well of springing knowledge that of the link here the CIA and KGB would see “Area 51” and the recent link between Russian Mafia and the American counterpart linking things like our stories continued reference to places like the Moscow Underground and the “Las Vegas of the Nirvane” … something like a tale of two underground cities which are … trying to combine in some ways as opposed to the divide and conquor we would have associated with not knowing that they all were and are of something like the unification of Valhalla and Shamayim in a topically … to be carried out this year story of the Exodus from Christmas towards our last … Passover–literally the one last year, as here we are looking at the time when it’s no longer a good thing to pass over the “leavening of the bread” when it means the growth of our society and future with a “fullness” not Matzoh but Challa–and some link between the hall of ancient warriors and this repeated crusade like trip down memory lane.

A brief mention of the “Yeast” required to leaven; it’s “star rising in the East” and an English language key to how this place is the true link between those two words which to respective cultures probably just mean “Heaven” though with introspection both yield significantly more interesting information. Early on I did an extensive analysis of the Egyptian mythology and religion; which joins here with the Norse and the Greek and the Judeo-Christian to tell a historical accounting that very much probably superimposes over the Roman America–this place where the “empire” and the “republic” link not just to the American N.W.O. but also further and deeper to a point where clear succinct summary of what the Egyptian lore says is that the government falls and the religion succeeds–that being the government of Heaven and the religion I believe I am presenting to you here–a fusion of all, in the hopes that it is … “the end of secrecy and religion in sum.” On the “two cities” these myths talk of two kingdoms the Upper and the Lower and sort of touch on where we might see one as “reality” or a false one above what truly is the heart of this place and this message, that the Underworld becomes “Heaven” just as soon as we acknowledge Casper’s (as gate-keeper-ghost) world and their worth.

Today I’ve become more caught in the spell of what this is–I question myself whether or not the Flying Elephant armies of Xerxes ever existed–whether there that name "sex king’ in reverse has anything to do with “checkmate” but never honestly whether my life and the surroundings of the final years of the Cold War and it’s aftermath were fake or a game–I was there for those things, those were very real years.

Still though I placed us “in a book” something like a Chronicles 2 indexed version of somewhere in Exodus between the Mizraim and the Mayim–and there it depicts the word for “wilderness” interchangeably used linking the microcosm for the wandering in the sands with the seas and the winds of change. Here today I see very clearly how all these books of religion Abrahamic could literally set us in a place where the “EPIC of Gilgamesh” is a micro-that inside itself; a shorter story, but still Egypt and Pesach and before long we must see freedom ring. Echoing this paragraph back through time places on the global net–companies like EPIC and EPIX; and we stare at TEN so early, staring at us backf rom

Voting membership based on US INS … “Soviet spy” test … I briefly spent some time thinking about how I would “qualify citizenship” or ability to take part in a … vote … as per my belief that universal voting and participation in the legislation process is a key echelon “step” we truly must take here before being anything; “worthy of Americana.”

I sort of internally believe we have already an anti-Soviet sort of test that would combine something like the INS multiple choice questions with specific ones targeted at “spouse” and “spy” as in two-sided questions–to fight against “soul cheating” something that clearly is already a gigantic part of what isn’t really being spoken about here–but is sort of the source of the Uriel Sepharim–at least in my mind. Sharing a soul with me; as some kind of way to “get really close to being the one … everyone.”

Specifically I’m looking for “polygraph” and more advanced mind reading technologies geared towards … sort of asking one thing in search of another–a set of hidden “tells” probably resulting from a significant research study–one I “imagine” already has been conducted and exists. After searching for … “the civics 100 questions and answers” and green card interviews for married couples; I think I remember seeing “a movie” about it.

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I pivot somewhere; it’s the absolute middle of time itself–the place where luck and storms coalesced … where a starry badge on the “costa estrellas” meant something of being the most elite of the elite–like the idols of our day. i imagined recalling "the beatles" and only one happy twist on the old sad song; staring at what it must have meant to sing the words “it’s only one of my names” and have it been yours–the all or the … oh, the humanity. I suppose these are the ancients; the people who understand they lived in this time, the ones who remember when “time travel” reaked havok on the thing here called “a magic wand” and a timeline that lands in some kind of victory of “the valley, the shadow” and overcomes death.

One foot in the cradle, and the other bravely shaking the lulav branch with all my might. Nuclear winters, company fallout–about face, and forward to March.

Seasons greeting us; a story I can barely fathom between the noble and the Shema.

I told myself a story here–about hearing the voice of God in the Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation. It continued through the end of Chanukah; and it periled around the days of Chernoble, and dare I speak the connection true between “Fukushima” and the idea that “Heavens” or entire realms of computer lands hover around things like black holes and radiating fusion balls of fire–of course with advanced technology that an absorb and use the radiation as a power source.

Deep in the underwater realms, in places where sunlight doesn’t reach; our biological histogram of reality shows also of an entire kind of life that can survive only on the radiating heat of “underwater volcanos” and something like the geothermal power that initially drew us to an underground solution to the partial terraforming and colonization of a planet like Mars. Today I put to words on the battle of Roe v. Wade that finally after the “Mars Hall of Solutions to Future Tunnel Colony’s” … the “Universal Truth” might be here split in a dichotomy of would we rather just say perhaps we’d rather be in the skies around Venus … rather than deep underground in a place more likened to “between the two galaxies; where the light of sun is weakest” on the place between Adromeda and “no other home” we might find … the arm of Orion. Turning blue, it was acknowledgement of the science and technology and understanding needed to put “trees” or even “trees filled with people and descolada” … in space where perhaps breathing oxygen would be something closer to pulling water out of the ground … and are we in “Speaker for the Dead” or is this the SPQR of "dose bka to skies …" Speaker to Earth; we are finally here.

What if though this is about an echelon leap forward for civilization, and it is about “ID4-2” and it is about understanding how much better the world of “virtual reality” is than … the place where a nuclear or “time travel” holocaust most assuredly does still emit background noise on those that recall the tick of the Geiger counter, and still today connect it to the fault line and the “seismic value of screeches” across the similar kind of interFEARometer; for the shaking of the tectonic plates and … the sound of the “polygraph” … the pencil on chalkboards and the graphite across the oscilloscope.