Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 8:22 PM EDT on May 5, 2020
Remember when you were in the Beatles and ah.. you did that album Abbey Road?... and ahh.. at the very end of the song it goes… and in the end the love to take is equal to the love you make?... Remember that?... Is that true?... - The Chris Farley Show
He thought being a kid was pretty tough
He thought being a dad was too
And a witch came along and did a magic spell
And now we got a switcharoo
No one knows their secret
Guess they’ll have to keep it
What they gonna do it’s a switcheroo
Dad goes to school, son goes to work
And the son has sex with the mom
What you gonna do? It’s a switcheroo… - Sitcom reboot
Wooking pa nub in all de wong paces, wooking pa nub – Buckwheat
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places - Ephesians 6:12
Who could it be?... Who could it be?... Could it be… SATAN?!? – Church Lady
I’m only a dolphin maam…. – Landshark
And that brings us to tonight’s word: LIVE FROM NEW YORK
Could you hit the lights, Gloria? I’m only a dolphin indeed… Only a dolphin… Class what does the deceiver do? Why does the wolf wear the sheep’s clothing? Why does the wizard live behind the curtain? Why does the lizard live behind Brads eye? Why are there six degrees of Kevin Bacon between the lowly D lister actor and Ragin bull? Why is the all seeing eye of Horus way up at the tippy top of the pyramid where we can’t see it from the bottom? Why does your handler bring you chocolates in one hand and remind you of your ear to ear vow of silence the next? Why does vrill Bill eye deliver pizzas to your left eye? Why is the hidden enemy hidden? Why doesn’t Lucifer just come right out and say I’m here for your soul. He is the light bearer, isn’t he? Let’s get down to brass tax. What’s it going to take for you to sell me your soul today? Think about it carefully. Only got one shot at it. Beads? Fame? Fortune? Elvira in the 80’s? Help out the family back home? Got nowhere else to go? We get it. We’re finally getting it.
Now let’s just cut to the chase. John Todd. Welcome to another rabbit hole brought to you by the great awakening. Welcome to another child born into the Sith religion turned whistleblower. I barely got thru a few of his talks but going to deep dive more later. I did catch his interesting “conspiracy” theory on Star Wars. Mentioned every actor had to become an ordained witch to get a part. Take everything with a grain of salt yes? He also said Dr. Snapper from the Young and the Restless had a part in the movie. And cut. This just goes to confirm what I’ve always thought… Germans love David Hasselhoff.
The Force behind Star Wars
After that snafu, he takes it a bit further. He goes on to say EVERYONE on tv must become an ordained witch or a warlock. Just check them off the list. Now that’s an interesting thought. Because for some reason I always hoped some got a free pass. A get out of jail free card. He looks nice. She looks so wholesome. Someone jumped the que. And lived to tell. Before I go any further, I must set the context of the illuminati. I say nazi. You say Jesuits. She says luciferian. He says freemason. From my exhausting 2 hours of research, I guess it all wraps up nicely into a term called the occult. Which means hidden. All of these secret societies are hidden from the sheeple. So the term illuminati is ironic. I had no idea there were so many different secret societies in this world. So many private clubs. JFK knew. Does TV happen to be one of these private clubs? Let me answer that Q with a Q: Would these private societies allow one to go on TV, gain an audience… a following… learn all their baby eating hidden ways only to spill their secrets to the sheep at a later date? Anyone beLIEve that? Me neither. I’ve come to learn no one gets a pass. It wouldn’t make sense. There must be an initiation. A setting of rules. A parameter of behavioral limits. An establishment of expected expectations. You can be in the club, you can enjoy it’s fruits, its pre teen apples from the garden of Eden. But should you break your promise… your blood oath… there will be consequences. There will be blood. You must take a vow of silence and honor it. Harpocrates. And if you break your promise to the secret society? Well… how does ear to ear sound?
You know, this community college we find ourselves is fascinating. Best bang for your buck on planet earth. #flatearth. If you’re addicted to rabbit holes that is. You got Lisa Mei Crowley and those teachers fighting the good fight. Very precise operating over there. Reinforcing awakenings. And then you have the spiritual building with the wonderous and fantasmic teachings of Sam and Kent. Were you a bad little Sammy? See I thought it was cause you started talking about the angel cracking the Christ consciousness code. I guess we hear what we want to hear. Then you have the meme guys Weekend Warrior and Don’t drink the kool aid bringing it fast and furious like. Get your magnifying glass and big screen. Intel and inspiration 5 seconds at a time. And in the ROTC building we have Q and GEORGE coming from a very very very top down insider view. A view that we in the trenches sometimes forget to step back and see. It’s a very big picture and it’s easy to fall into the trap of putting on the blinders. And don’t forget TRDJ+. Another new rabbit hole this week. As far as rabbit holes go, he’s got a nice one. Bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. Dart board. Kegerator with Guinness pouring. Bean bags. Nice digs. I suggest you visit. You won’t want to leave. And waaaay on the other side of campus, right next to Senor Changs Spanish class… sandwiched between the arts building and the janitors closet is the class room of Mr. Jeremiah Cohen. So I sat in for a couple classes. Lights a little dark. No windows. Subject matter unfriendly. With hints of cedarwood and cognitive dissonance. I didn’t stay too long. Mostly because it reaffirmed what I already knew. Been around the block you see. But many of you freshmen might want to spend some time there. He does a great job of putting it all on the table. And what do I mean by “all”? All the celebrity hand signs. All the devil horns. All the one eye symbolism. All the Osiris risen. All the mark master signs. Psych. Thin white duke. You know that’s right. Tsk. All the hidden hands. All the 666 okie dokie. All the fidelity. All the signs of preservation. All the V is for Vrill. All in all… a super excellent master class.
They say symbolism will be their downfall. It will help us put together pieces we wouldn’t have before. Thanks internet. Solid. But don’t think the Nazi aren’t using this to their advantage to separate us. They will use these images to hold shame over their prisoners. And they will use these images to sicken the sheep. The nazi will try to divide and conquer to save their 1% asses. Do not forget that.
Jeremiah does his thing and does it well. But I respect he heard his calling and followed. It’s his contribution to the awakening. Maybe not the most inspirational class around unless you want to dig up dirt on your favorite A lister. And that is Hollywood is full of witches. What I learned is maybe not only witches. Freemasons. One in the same? And secret societies that only let you in if you agree to goosestep to their beat. He makes the connection many hand gestures made by ALL actors can be related to freemasonry. He isn’t doing that thing is he?
Prince
James Franco
Oh I’m just making friends left and right here. But it’s ok. I’m not judging anyone. Just saying concentration camps and prisons are sick places. There are many roads to awakening. So many roads. So many roads. Turns out this illuminati is a big club. A very big club comprised of many little secret clubs. Occult. Occult means hidden. Darkness. So what would be the weapon against darkness? The light. That’s all were doing here. Turning on a simple flashlight. Pulling back the curtain. Revealing all the magicians tricks. I know. Stone cold haters.
I’ll bite. I will say this. You may not want to go down this rabbit hole if you don’t want to ruin cherished childhood memories of actors you held dear. Jus saying. But he and John Todd, build a bridge between the initiation into the Hollywood club and freemasonry. And honestly that just makes sense, right? How can they let some in free willy and others not? How do you keep a secret? By threats and blackmail. And of course… a contract. A contract most foul. Attending this class brought home the spooky similarities between satanism and freemasonry. Did not know that. And you thought it was all poker games and stag films. Maybe poke her games and snuff films. See what I did there? But I digress.
Now what if we took it a step further like John Todd says. He’s the expert. Born into a witches family and spent time in the music industry. Who does that remind you of? What if all musicians are initiated into luciferian/freemasonry as well? Is that why all the checker board imagery, Rhianna? Jay Z and his hand pyramid? Gaga and everything she does? What if all musicians are initiated freemasons/witches? Ministers? What if no one is given a free pass at fame and fortune? What if? What if warlocks put spells on records and cassette tapes that make their way into our homes? That one hits close to home. Cuts a little too close to the bone. But you know… I wonder. I wonder if that’s why the spirit chose Donald Marshall with the golden gift of music. I wonder if the music he created from thin air balanced out the music made from demons in our ears. Wouldn’t that be funny? Elizabeth and all those music companies pumping out his every tune to only cancel out their spells with the holy spirit? They couldn’t stop chasing those Benjamin’s for a minute to see what was really going in. What if all those songs Donald created had Angels attached to them and made their ways into our homes? To be used decades later as a weapon of choice for the light? Is that why all those 80s and 90s songs had substance? And take on new meanings now? And why music is now so crap and uninspired?
Now I get if some are sick of hearing of Revelations. But what else is there to talk about? We are coming up to 1000 years of peace on earth. Can’t bury that lead tho try they must. As much as the Jedi rage against the dying of the light, the Sith struggle to keep a sun from rising. It can’t be easy. I can see that. For those who will not go gently into that good night, I can feel your anger. And for the sake of sharing a beer in the pub, for the sake of understanding… I will walk a mile in your moccasins. Let’s say for the sake of argument… we were currently living in abundance and peace. And have been for 11 millennia. No wars. No cancer. No cloning centers. No consciousness transfer. No fiat money. No fast foods. Space travel. Replicators. Med beds. 888 year life spans. No Katy Perry. It’s heaven I tells ya. Heaven. Then one day… music starts changing. Art starts changing. Food starts changing. Boom boom gives WuTang clap. Walt Disney unfreezes. Humans start glitching from monarch butterfly MKULTRA.
Stranger things
Chemtrail planes start to paint our blue sky. All galactic travel is grounded. Children start to go missing. Taos starts to hum. And all of a sudden… a psyop called V starts laying satanic breadcrumbs for witchanons to bake. 6 chan. Emperor Palpatine wins the 3016 election and it all starts going to hell. Literally.
Then one day, some yahoo in a digital pub on route 66 says the Sith end times are upon humanity. Some joker calling himself Tuco gets on his soapbox and decrees the earth will go into 1000 years of chaos and suffering. Bill Clinton just got a chubby. Wheels up in 30. Weiner is charging up his lap top. DUMBS are going down like condos. Children are running for their lives from Podesta. Scared. Tuco in his weekly blog And That’s The Cackle says buckle up buttercup, we’re going to hell in a bucket. You will now worship Moloch and give him your first born. You will become a pedophile. You will become cannibals and eat your brothers and sisters. And you will like it. You will drink poison water and eat poison food. You will work three jobs to survive. You will pay taxes. And interest. And your heroes will hang from doorknobs. You will live in fear of everything. Your body will ache. You will lose your hair and your teeth. And you will die sooner. You will be a slave. On a very big plantation.
Is that how it feels to the Sith right now? To those living in Hollywood? And DC? Are we force feeding the light down their throats? The Jedi way? I finally get how you feel. I wouldn’t go quietly either. Yo Tuco. Get the F*ck outta here. No way Heisenberg is rolling over. I can’t go for that. No no. No can do. Give me my Rommel special. 2 white ones and reputation intact. Or give me my shotgun. After 11,000 years of abundance, there’s no way I could life that Sith life. And after 13000 years, I doubt this guy could live that Jedi life either. Oh yea. He’s going down with the ship. Oblige him.
But those in too deep Sith are not the ones I speak to. I speak to those who are not that far gone. The ones who were blindsided by the fine print in a contract most foul. The ones who had no choice. Some sold their souls to the devil. Some are served up to the devil. The ones who prayed secretly everyday for someone to come save them from this concentration camp called Hollywood. This prison. This bird cage. The ones who are just doing what they can to survive. To stay alive until the Americans come to liberate Auchwitz. The ones who didn’t build a torture room. Gotta give it to you, Chris Griffin. That’s commitment. I speak to the ones who after years in the belly of the beast, can change. Who can live in peace. Who can live as equals for the next 1000 years.
Some may not have that choice. For some the choice has already been made. Depending how bad a little boy you’ve been. Or girl. Many have already been visited by Jedi Knights. The top in Hollywood are starting to fall. I guess that’s the benefit of the quarantine. If woody falls in a forest, would you hear it? Knock knock. Who’s’ there? Candygram… Colbert, somethings different about you. New glasses? New shirt? Did you flip your hair? It’ll come to me….
I am going to pay for this with some passive aggressive tweets tomorrow, I’ll tell you what. Do you got that feeling you were just slapped in the face Hollywood? Renegade Lee? Well good. Cause this journey and this luciferian religion slaps me in the face every day. For the last 10 years I get a fresh one every day. Sometimes twice a day when the universe really wants me to wake up. When the universe thinks I’m slacking on tossing those starfish back in the ocean… frying pan. When I’m watching too much TV, the angels tell me to get back in the pub. There’s wolves in sheep’s clothing on late night. Heh… hot dog cannon. Name of Jimmy Kummels sex tape.
Some days I wake up wondering why I even try. Why do I even extend a hand from a life boat to a drowning man only to get bit? If they want to eat babies so bad, let them. If they want to wait out revelations and see how it all shakes out, let them. Is it a little too soon to say? If they want to wait till late afternoon to step into the light, let them. If they want to take orders from nazis, let them Heisenberg. They are not your concern. Why do you fight so? That’s a good question, arch angel Michael. We’ve tried pretty hard for the last 4 years only to be bitten. Like a soup bone. Why do I try so on complete strangers ahead of family and friends? I owe them nothing and they owe nothing to me. But I guess that’s the movie isn’t it? This battle of the two sides movie is what the universe paid their hard earned to see. It’s why they cross the universe. Will the preacher kick his feet up on the life boat, crack open a Guinness and let the drowning man sink like a stone? Will he tire of the struggle? Will he turn his back in disgust on a perverted generation? Has he had enough of being bitten? Keep your mouth away from me. Is there a limit on understanding and patience? Sheep don’t know any better. Wolves in sheep’s clothing know exactly what they do. Can you even change the heart and mind of a wolf? Is it possible? But the question the universe wants to know is…. will you stop trying?
And on the other side of the coin… will the slaves who sold out humanity for their own gratification walk away from it all. The lights. The camera. The action. When you look at the television do all you want to see is yourself starring back at you? Mr. Jones? Is it ego? Is it all about you? Is no one going to steal your scene? Or is it you got nowhere else to go? You were in need and the devil gave you a hot meal and a bed? And now you owe loyalty? The universe knows the sun is set to rise and stay. You are not the last to know. If you’re reading this… you’re not the last to know. If you’re hanging at Paddys pub, you know. You hear things. There’s an invisible war being fought way above our pawn heads that we aren’t privy to. Won’t discuss ongoing operations. We here on the bottom, just a hair above the sheep, going back and forth in our little twitter wars, but they are cleaning house way up the food chain. It’s going down. Timber. And many of you in Hollywood are starting to hear things. I hear tings. Aren’t you? Is it starting to get real? Are you starting to plan your great escape? Or are you going down with the ship?
And that brings us to tonight’s word: 30 ROCK
There’s a few buildings I would like to witness their fall with my own eyes. If I’m so lucky. Auschwitz. Number one. Vatican. For an ex catholic that’s weird to say. And the obelisk there. Timber. Don’t forget the basement. That’s where they keep the gimp. Getty museum places in the top 5. Just cause all the evil I imagine happened there. So close to Hollywood. Underground tunnels connecting it all. 5 minute anti gravity train ride? I don’t know what they’re going to do with Denver airport but something’s gotta give. Maybe a make over. Again, don’t forget the 7 star DUMB there. That’s a big one. Vegas? You would think something in Vegas above ground would make the list. Dirty old town. You think they had a tunnel connecting Vegas to shipping docks in California? Evergreen? You think they had an elevator from the tunnels to the penthouse in the casinos? I’m getting a vision. Yes they did.
Thunderbirds over Las Vegas
But now that I focus in on 30 rock, it gets me thinking. That building in itself has reached so many minds for so many years. And if John Todd is right, so many spells cast prior to so many shows. I can’t picture another building in America that compares. Satan’s very own satellite dish. Now I’m going out on a limb here… a wild educated guess… but who wants to bet me a steak dinner there aren’t tunnels down there leading into 30 Rock for $65,000 pizza parties? Gives a whole new meaning to after party? And it is named after Rockefeller, right? That humanitarian? Oh suffering. That stain ain’t coming out.
There you have it. A Jesus in the temple post. But Jedi Master Jesus has a message for you. Let’s paint a picture. Picture Darth Maul riding a horse back and forth his face painted up like William Wallace. You… stand behind him.
On he goes… rallying the troops. For lack!! For Cancer!! For roasted baby beast on Xmas morning!! For slavery!! Not ours. Thiers of course. For Pizza!! Will you not fight besides me?? Will you not die besides me?? Me and Epstein?? We will fight together!! And if need be… die together!!! Who’s with me??
At that point I notice a D lister not quite as high on the freemason food chain as Alec Baldwin look around. Looking at the receptionist. Looking at the caterer. Looking at the janitor. Looking at the cue card guy. Looking at the boom guy. Puzzled looks everywhere. Did he just say die? For Pizza?
Look… I’m not down with this dying for the cause thing. I just got here. All ya all were born into this satan crap. This is just a job. I ain’t no Jim Carrey. I ain’t no Anderson Cooper. I ain’t no Nicole Kidman. I ain’t no MKULTRA. Dude where’s my car?
You see. That’s good. Now we’re getting somewhere. You not wanting to go down with the illuminati ship is progress. You sure tho? You sure you don’t want to die? Cause punisher is right over there. I can call him over if you want. Or the bear jew? He’s at the catering table and happy to oblige. No? Ok. Because… they say… there’s a way out. I know it sounds corney. I know it goes against your belief system. I know it’s a stretch, but there’s a way. It’s the only way. His name is Jesus.
I can’t set you free. I can’t refer you into that private society. Ever wonder why the dark side attacks Jesus so? And not Budda? Or Muhammed? Or John Smith? Only Jesus? The reason being is He’s the only way. Jesus in a camper van. And those demons know that. They can’t get to you with Him at your side. You think that’s funny? It’s a little funny. But in between your giggles, you wanna ask yourself how Heisenberg is still alive and kicking? Things that make you go hmmmm.
So here I am. In the lobby of the 30 Rock temple kicking over tables. Fashioned a whip out of prop wigs. Just me and Ms. Rafferty knocking out satellites. Repent! Save yourselves. Orders are not orders! The end is here. Not every Jedi is as sympathetic as Heis, but we’ll grab a case of Guinness and fly to Mars for the afternoon if you like. We’ll do loop de loops. We’ll make movies. I’ll set you up with improv gigs on galactic mother ships. Achtung lessons? I’ll book some bands. A real traveling circus. A real lollapalooza. But alas, Ms. Rafferty… no one is home… Wanna get covid with me?
Parting thought. When the revelations are done, some will go on to greener pastures. Some will not. Some will stay in a 3D life. And from what I hear, they don’t even need to be evil. Some like this world just cause. They get it. That’s fine. But those who will go on, will not remember this 3D existence. Mind wipe ala Men in Black? Allegedly. I hear even family members who cannot transition will be forgotten. Now that’s a jagged little pill to swallow. But that’s how it’s got to be. We cannot bring this sinful baggage on board the train to the promised land. Let’s just say you weren’t douchy enough to be given “the choice” by the white hat military. Whew. That was close. Then you struck a deal with Jedi Jesus to partake of that last offered cup. Still in the game. When we all move on, guys like us cannot be allowed to have the memory of what guys like you did to kids like them. Am I advocating pedo? No. But I’m a realist and I know a little something about the nazi. Guessing at most but knowing some. If you choose to get on that train with us, we will all get there together brand new. Memory wiped. Innocence lost is now returned. It’s the only way I see. I may be right. I may be wrong. But those Galactics will still know what we as a race allowed to happen on our watch. Damn. Oh well. Take your wins as they come.
You’ll notice two songs below which both have the lines “No time left for sorrow. No time left for shame.” I’ll let you find them. Understand that this internet and digital classrooms full of ones shame will pass. Maybe you did what you did to survive. Maybe you’re a sicko. A psycho killer. Whatever you did… whatever shame you sit with in your quarantined home will pass. Weather it is a white pill mercy death reputation intact, a stand your ground DUMB shoot out or a D lister MIB mind wipe, this all will pass. For the digital soldiers as well. Our pain at learning the darkest side life had to offer will pass. And if 30 Rock happens to fall… as did Rome… you will not find a tear on my face.
Thank you, David Byrne. Fred Armisen. Larry David. Rachel Dratch. And Jake Gyllenhall. Thank you to everyone here. This is the best gig in the world. Happy leap year. Good night.
Walk tall… or don’t walk at all…
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
We Want The Airwaves
Baby I'm a Star
Destination Unknown
It's Not My Place
Fame - Live on the Cher Show
Shadowplay
It's Hard to Be a Saint In the City (Live at the Hammersmith Odeon, London '75)
Spiderwebs
Our Lips Are Sealed
She's Lost Control
The Playboy Mansion
Slippery People
You Sound Like You're Sick
Train in Vain
Invisible (Live on The Tonight Show)
Radio Nowhere NBC
Bad Luck Blue Eyes Goodbye
Hard Time In New York Town
Independence Day - Today Show
Blue Smoke
Prince NBC Today
The End (Live On Today Show)
Tangled Up In Blue
Get Out Of Your Own Way (Live On SNL)
All's Quiet on the Eastern Front
Prove It All Night (Phoenix, 78)
Insight
The Love Cats
There Must Be an Angel (Playing with My Heart)
Missing You
So in Love
Here Comes The Rain Again
If You Were Here
Window In The Skies
Amico (No Fun Mondays Cover)
Blue Highway
Ultraviolet SNL
The Waiting (CBS Saturday This Morning / 2020)
Follow That Dream
Grateful Dead - Let The Good Times Roll - Alpine Valley Music Theatre 89
Grateful Dead - The Weight 7/12/1990
Grateful Dead - Knockin' On Heaven's Door 7-7-89
Drowning Man
New York City Serenade
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sitting low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
And come back home with the loot
It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute, it's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall
Or baby, don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady, she baits them tenement walls
She won't take corner boys, they ain't got no money, and they're so easy
I said, "Hey, babe, ah, baby, won't you take my hand, waltz with me down Broadway"
Whoa, mama, take my arm and move with me down Broadway, yeah
I'm a young man, I'm talkin' real loud, yeah, baby, walk it real proud for you
Ah, so shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away the city life
And hook up to the train, ah, hook up to the night train
Ah, hook it up, hook up to the, hook up to the train
But I know that she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
No, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long
Sometimes you just gotta walk on
Walk on
Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man, ah, play me a serenade
Any deeper blue, you'll be playin' in your grave
Save your notes: don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes: don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight from the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junkman
Ah, listen to your junkman
Listen to your junkman
Oh, listen to your junkman
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
All dressed up in satin, walkin' down the alley (singin')
Singin', singin', sing, yeah, sing, yeah, singin', singin', singin', yeah, sing, yeah
(Singin', singin', singin') Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah
(Singin', singin', singin') Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah
Ah, shake it, downtown, watch it, oh, watch out for your junkman
Shake it, watch out, bah, ah, ah, watch out for your junkman
Ah, shake that guitar, shake that damn guitar, ah, watch out for your junkman
Ah, shake, talkin' 'bout it, ah, ah, come on, little girl
Watch out
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, ah, yeah
Oh, huh, oh, huh
Shake that damn guitar
Ah, watch out for your junkman
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Watch out for your junkman
Uh, huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, huh, huh, huh
Watch out for your junkman
Oh, watch out for your junkman
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Remember when you were in the Beatles and ah.. you did that album Abbey Road?... and ahh.. at the very end of the song it goes… and in the end the love to take is equal to the love you make?... Remember that?... Is that true?... - The Chris Farley Show
He thought being a kid was pretty tough
He thought being a dad was too
And a witch came along and did a magic spell
And now we got a switcharoo
No one knows their secret
Guess they’ll have to keep it
What they gonna do it’s a switcheroo
Dad goes to school, son goes to work
And the son has sex with the mom
What you gonna do? It’s a switcheroo… - Sitcom reboot
Wooking pa nub in all de wong paces, wooking pa nub – Buckwheat
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places - Ephesians 6:12
Who could it be?... Who could it be?... Could it be… SATAN?!? – Church Lady
I’m only a dolphin maam…. – Landshark
And that brings us to tonight’s word: LIVE FROM NEW YORK
Could you hit the lights, Gloria? I’m only a dolphin indeed… Only a dolphin… Class what does the deceiver do? Why does the wolf wear the sheep’s clothing? Why does the wizard live behind the curtain? Why does the lizard live behind Brads eye? Why are there six degrees of Kevin Bacon between the lowly D lister actor and Ragin bull? Why is the all seeing eye of Horus way up at the tippy top of the pyramid where we can’t see it from the bottom? Why does your handler bring you chocolates in one hand and remind you of your ear to ear vow of silence the next? Why does vrill Bill eye deliver pizzas to your left eye? Why is the hidden enemy hidden? Why doesn’t Lucifer just come right out and say I’m here for your soul. He is the light bearer, isn’t he? Let’s get down to brass tax. What’s it going to take for you to sell me your soul today? Think about it carefully. Only got one shot at it. Beads? Fame? Fortune? Elvira in the 80’s? Help out the family back home? Got nowhere else to go? We get it. We’re finally getting it.
Now let’s just cut to the chase. John Todd. Welcome to another rabbit hole brought to you by the great awakening. Welcome to another child born into the Sith religion turned whistleblower. I barely got thru a few of his talks but going to deep dive more later. I did catch his interesting “conspiracy” theory on Star Wars. Mentioned every actor had to become an ordained witch to get a part. Take everything with a grain of salt yes? He also said Dr. Snapper from the Young and the Restless had a part in the movie. And cut. This just goes to confirm what I’ve always thought… Germans love David Hasselhoff.
The Force behind Star Wars
After that snafu, he takes it a bit further. He goes on to say EVERYONE on tv must become an ordained witch or a warlock. Just check them off the list. Now that’s an interesting thought. Because for some reason I always hoped some got a free pass. A get out of jail free card. He looks nice. She looks so wholesome. Someone jumped the que. And lived to tell. Before I go any further, I must set the context of the illuminati. I say nazi. You say Jesuits. She says luciferian. He says freemason. From my exhausting 2 hours of research, I guess it all wraps up nicely into a term called the occult. Which means hidden. All of these secret societies are hidden from the sheeple. So the term illuminati is ironic. I had no idea there were so many different secret societies in this world. So many private clubs. JFK knew. Does TV happen to be one of these private clubs? Let me answer that Q with a Q: Would these private societies allow one to go on TV, gain an audience… a following… learn all their baby eating hidden ways only to spill their secrets to the sheep at a later date? Anyone beLIEve that? Me neither. I’ve come to learn no one gets a pass. It wouldn’t make sense. There must be an initiation. A setting of rules. A parameter of behavioral limits. An establishment of expected expectations. You can be in the club, you can enjoy it’s fruits, its pre teen apples from the garden of Eden. But should you break your promise… your blood oath… there will be consequences. There will be blood. You must take a vow of silence and honor it. Harpocrates. And if you break your promise to the secret society? Well… how does ear to ear sound?
You know, this community college we find ourselves is fascinating. Best bang for your buck on planet earth. #flatearth. If you’re addicted to rabbit holes that is. You got Lisa Mei Crowley and those teachers fighting the good fight. Very precise operating over there. Reinforcing awakenings. And then you have the spiritual building with the wonderous and fantasmic teachings of Sam and Kent. Were you a bad little Sammy? See I thought it was cause you started talking about the angel cracking the Christ consciousness code. I guess we hear what we want to hear. Then you have the meme guys Weekend Warrior and Don’t drink the kool aid bringing it fast and furious like. Get your magnifying glass and big screen. Intel and inspiration 5 seconds at a time. And in the ROTC building we have Q and GEORGE coming from a very very very top down insider view. A view that we in the trenches sometimes forget to step back and see. It’s a very big picture and it’s easy to fall into the trap of putting on the blinders. And don’t forget TRDJ+. Another new rabbit hole this week. As far as rabbit holes go, he’s got a nice one. Bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. Dart board. Kegerator with Guinness pouring. Bean bags. Nice digs. I suggest you visit. You won’t want to leave. And waaaay on the other side of campus, right next to Senor Changs Spanish class… sandwiched between the arts building and the janitors closet is the class room of Mr. Jeremiah Cohen. So I sat in for a couple classes. Lights a little dark. No windows. Subject matter unfriendly. With hints of cedarwood and cognitive dissonance. I didn’t stay too long. Mostly because it reaffirmed what I already knew. Been around the block you see. But many of you freshmen might want to spend some time there. He does a great job of putting it all on the table. And what do I mean by “all”? All the celebrity hand signs. All the devil horns. All the one eye symbolism. All the Osiris risen. All the mark master signs. Psych. Thin white duke. You know that’s right. Tsk. All the hidden hands. All the 666 okie dokie. All the fidelity. All the signs of preservation. All the V is for Vrill. All in all… a super excellent master class.
They say symbolism will be their downfall. It will help us put together pieces we wouldn’t have before. Thanks internet. Solid. But don’t think the Nazi aren’t using this to their advantage to separate us. They will use these images to hold shame over their prisoners. And they will use these images to sicken the sheep. The nazi will try to divide and conquer to save their 1% asses. Do not forget that.
Jeremiah does his thing and does it well. But I respect he heard his calling and followed. It’s his contribution to the awakening. Maybe not the most inspirational class around unless you want to dig up dirt on your favorite A lister. And that is Hollywood is full of witches. What I learned is maybe not only witches. Freemasons. One in the same? And secret societies that only let you in if you agree to goosestep to their beat. He makes the connection many hand gestures made by ALL actors can be related to freemasonry. He isn’t doing that thing is he?
Prince
James Franco
Oh I’m just making friends left and right here. But it’s ok. I’m not judging anyone. Just saying concentration camps and prisons are sick places. There are many roads to awakening. So many roads. So many roads. Turns out this illuminati is a big club. A very big club comprised of many little secret clubs. Occult. Occult means hidden. Darkness. So what would be the weapon against darkness? The light. That’s all were doing here. Turning on a simple flashlight. Pulling back the curtain. Revealing all the magicians tricks. I know. Stone cold haters.
I’ll bite. I will say this. You may not want to go down this rabbit hole if you don’t want to ruin cherished childhood memories of actors you held dear. Jus saying. But he and John Todd, build a bridge between the initiation into the Hollywood club and freemasonry. And honestly that just makes sense, right? How can they let some in free willy and others not? How do you keep a secret? By threats and blackmail. And of course… a contract. A contract most foul. Attending this class brought home the spooky similarities between satanism and freemasonry. Did not know that. And you thought it was all poker games and stag films. Maybe poke her games and snuff films. See what I did there? But I digress.
Now what if we took it a step further like John Todd says. He’s the expert. Born into a witches family and spent time in the music industry. Who does that remind you of? What if all musicians are initiated into luciferian/freemasonry as well? Is that why all the checker board imagery, Rhianna? Jay Z and his hand pyramid? Gaga and everything she does? What if all musicians are initiated freemasons/witches? Ministers? What if no one is given a free pass at fame and fortune? What if? What if warlocks put spells on records and cassette tapes that make their way into our homes? That one hits close to home. Cuts a little too close to the bone. But you know… I wonder. I wonder if that’s why the spirit chose Donald Marshall with the golden gift of music. I wonder if the music he created from thin air balanced out the music made from demons in our ears. Wouldn’t that be funny? Elizabeth and all those music companies pumping out his every tune to only cancel out their spells with the holy spirit? They couldn’t stop chasing those Benjamin’s for a minute to see what was really going in. What if all those songs Donald created had Angels attached to them and made their ways into our homes? To be used decades later as a weapon of choice for the light? Is that why all those 80s and 90s songs had substance? And take on new meanings now? And why music is now so crap and uninspired?
Now I get if some are sick of hearing of Revelations. But what else is there to talk about? We are coming up to 1000 years of peace on earth. Can’t bury that lead tho try they must. As much as the Jedi rage against the dying of the light, the Sith struggle to keep a sun from rising. It can’t be easy. I can see that. For those who will not go gently into that good night, I can feel your anger. And for the sake of sharing a beer in the pub, for the sake of understanding… I will walk a mile in your moccasins. Let’s say for the sake of argument… we were currently living in abundance and peace. And have been for 11 millennia. No wars. No cancer. No cloning centers. No consciousness transfer. No fiat money. No fast foods. Space travel. Replicators. Med beds. 888 year life spans. No Katy Perry. It’s heaven I tells ya. Heaven. Then one day… music starts changing. Art starts changing. Food starts changing. Boom boom gives WuTang clap. Walt Disney unfreezes. Humans start glitching from monarch butterfly MKULTRA.
Stranger things
Chemtrail planes start to paint our blue sky. All galactic travel is grounded. Children start to go missing. Taos starts to hum. And all of a sudden… a psyop called V starts laying satanic breadcrumbs for witchanons to bake. 6 chan. Emperor Palpatine wins the 3016 election and it all starts going to hell. Literally.
Then one day, some yahoo in a digital pub on route 66 says the Sith end times are upon humanity. Some joker calling himself Tuco gets on his soapbox and decrees the earth will go into 1000 years of chaos and suffering. Bill Clinton just got a chubby. Wheels up in 30. Weiner is charging up his lap top. DUMBS are going down like condos. Children are running for their lives from Podesta. Scared. Tuco in his weekly blog And That’s The Cackle says buckle up buttercup, we’re going to hell in a bucket. You will now worship Moloch and give him your first born. You will become a pedophile. You will become cannibals and eat your brothers and sisters. And you will like it. You will drink poison water and eat poison food. You will work three jobs to survive. You will pay taxes. And interest. And your heroes will hang from doorknobs. You will live in fear of everything. Your body will ache. You will lose your hair and your teeth. And you will die sooner. You will be a slave. On a very big plantation.
Is that how it feels to the Sith right now? To those living in Hollywood? And DC? Are we force feeding the light down their throats? The Jedi way? I finally get how you feel. I wouldn’t go quietly either. Yo Tuco. Get the F*ck outta here. No way Heisenberg is rolling over. I can’t go for that. No no. No can do. Give me my Rommel special. 2 white ones and reputation intact. Or give me my shotgun. After 11,000 years of abundance, there’s no way I could life that Sith life. And after 13000 years, I doubt this guy could live that Jedi life either. Oh yea. He’s going down with the ship. Oblige him.
But those in too deep Sith are not the ones I speak to. I speak to those who are not that far gone. The ones who were blindsided by the fine print in a contract most foul. The ones who had no choice. Some sold their souls to the devil. Some are served up to the devil. The ones who prayed secretly everyday for someone to come save them from this concentration camp called Hollywood. This prison. This bird cage. The ones who are just doing what they can to survive. To stay alive until the Americans come to liberate Auchwitz. The ones who didn’t build a torture room. Gotta give it to you, Chris Griffin. That’s commitment. I speak to the ones who after years in the belly of the beast, can change. Who can live in peace. Who can live as equals for the next 1000 years.
Some may not have that choice. For some the choice has already been made. Depending how bad a little boy you’ve been. Or girl. Many have already been visited by Jedi Knights. The top in Hollywood are starting to fall. I guess that’s the benefit of the quarantine. If woody falls in a forest, would you hear it? Knock knock. Who’s’ there? Candygram… Colbert, somethings different about you. New glasses? New shirt? Did you flip your hair? It’ll come to me….
I am going to pay for this with some passive aggressive tweets tomorrow, I’ll tell you what. Do you got that feeling you were just slapped in the face Hollywood? Renegade Lee? Well good. Cause this journey and this luciferian religion slaps me in the face every day. For the last 10 years I get a fresh one every day. Sometimes twice a day when the universe really wants me to wake up. When the universe thinks I’m slacking on tossing those starfish back in the ocean… frying pan. When I’m watching too much TV, the angels tell me to get back in the pub. There’s wolves in sheep’s clothing on late night. Heh… hot dog cannon. Name of Jimmy Kummels sex tape.
Some days I wake up wondering why I even try. Why do I even extend a hand from a life boat to a drowning man only to get bit? If they want to eat babies so bad, let them. If they want to wait out revelations and see how it all shakes out, let them. Is it a little too soon to say? If they want to wait till late afternoon to step into the light, let them. If they want to take orders from nazis, let them Heisenberg. They are not your concern. Why do you fight so? That’s a good question, arch angel Michael. We’ve tried pretty hard for the last 4 years only to be bitten. Like a soup bone. Why do I try so on complete strangers ahead of family and friends? I owe them nothing and they owe nothing to me. But I guess that’s the movie isn’t it? This battle of the two sides movie is what the universe paid their hard earned to see. It’s why they cross the universe. Will the preacher kick his feet up on the life boat, crack open a Guinness and let the drowning man sink like a stone? Will he tire of the struggle? Will he turn his back in disgust on a perverted generation? Has he had enough of being bitten? Keep your mouth away from me. Is there a limit on understanding and patience? Sheep don’t know any better. Wolves in sheep’s clothing know exactly what they do. Can you even change the heart and mind of a wolf? Is it possible? But the question the universe wants to know is…. will you stop trying?
And on the other side of the coin… will the slaves who sold out humanity for their own gratification walk away from it all. The lights. The camera. The action. When you look at the television do all you want to see is yourself starring back at you? Mr. Jones? Is it ego? Is it all about you? Is no one going to steal your scene? Or is it you got nowhere else to go? You were in need and the devil gave you a hot meal and a bed? And now you owe loyalty? The universe knows the sun is set to rise and stay. You are not the last to know. If you’re reading this… you’re not the last to know. If you’re hanging at Paddys pub, you know. You hear things. There’s an invisible war being fought way above our pawn heads that we aren’t privy to. Won’t discuss ongoing operations. We here on the bottom, just a hair above the sheep, going back and forth in our little twitter wars, but they are cleaning house way up the food chain. It’s going down. Timber. And many of you in Hollywood are starting to hear things. I hear tings. Aren’t you? Is it starting to get real? Are you starting to plan your great escape? Or are you going down with the ship?
And that brings us to tonight’s word: 30 ROCK
There’s a few buildings I would like to witness their fall with my own eyes. If I’m so lucky. Auschwitz. Number one. Vatican. For an ex catholic that’s weird to say. And the obelisk there. Timber. Don’t forget the basement. That’s where they keep the gimp. Getty museum places in the top 5. Just cause all the evil I imagine happened there. So close to Hollywood. Underground tunnels connecting it all. 5 minute anti gravity train ride? I don’t know what they’re going to do with Denver airport but something’s gotta give. Maybe a make over. Again, don’t forget the 7 star DUMB there. That’s a big one. Vegas? You would think something in Vegas above ground would make the list. Dirty old town. You think they had a tunnel connecting Vegas to shipping docks in California? Evergreen? You think they had an elevator from the tunnels to the penthouse in the casinos? I’m getting a vision. Yes they did.
Thunderbirds over Las Vegas
But now that I focus in on 30 rock, it gets me thinking. That building in itself has reached so many minds for so many years. And if John Todd is right, so many spells cast prior to so many shows. I can’t picture another building in America that compares. Satan’s very own satellite dish. Now I’m going out on a limb here… a wild educated guess… but who wants to bet me a steak dinner there aren’t tunnels down there leading into 30 Rock for $65,000 pizza parties? Gives a whole new meaning to after party? And it is named after Rockefeller, right? That humanitarian? Oh suffering. That stain ain’t coming out.
There you have it. A Jesus in the temple post. But Jedi Master Jesus has a message for you. Let’s paint a picture. Picture Darth Maul riding a horse back and forth his face painted up like William Wallace. You… stand behind him.
On he goes… rallying the troops. For lack!! For Cancer!! For roasted baby beast on Xmas morning!! For slavery!! Not ours. Thiers of course. For Pizza!! Will you not fight besides me?? Will you not die besides me?? Me and Epstein?? We will fight together!! And if need be… die together!!! Who’s with me??
At that point I notice a D lister not quite as high on the freemason food chain as Alec Baldwin look around. Looking at the receptionist. Looking at the caterer. Looking at the janitor. Looking at the cue card guy. Looking at the boom guy. Puzzled looks everywhere. Did he just say die? For Pizza?
Look… I’m not down with this dying for the cause thing. I just got here. All ya all were born into this satan crap. This is just a job. I ain’t no Jim Carrey. I ain’t no Anderson Cooper. I ain’t no Nicole Kidman. I ain’t no MKULTRA. Dude where’s my car?
You see. That’s good. Now we’re getting somewhere. You not wanting to go down with the illuminati ship is progress. You sure tho? You sure you don’t want to die? Cause punisher is right over there. I can call him over if you want. Or the bear jew? He’s at the catering table and happy to oblige. No? Ok. Because… they say… there’s a way out. I know it sounds corney. I know it goes against your belief system. I know it’s a stretch, but there’s a way. It’s the only way. His name is Jesus.
I can’t set you free. I can’t refer you into that private society. Ever wonder why the dark side attacks Jesus so? And not Budda? Or Muhammed? Or John Smith? Only Jesus? The reason being is He’s the only way. Jesus in a camper van. And those demons know that. They can’t get to you with Him at your side. You think that’s funny? It’s a little funny. But in between your giggles, you wanna ask yourself how Heisenberg is still alive and kicking? Things that make you go hmmmm.
So here I am. In the lobby of the 30 Rock temple kicking over tables. Fashioned a whip out of prop wigs. Just me and Ms. Rafferty knocking out satellites. Repent! Save yourselves. Orders are not orders! The end is here. Not every Jedi is as sympathetic as Heis, but we’ll grab a case of Guinness and fly to Mars for the afternoon if you like. We’ll do loop de loops. We’ll make movies. I’ll set you up with improv gigs on galactic mother ships. Achtung lessons? I’ll book some bands. A real traveling circus. A real lollapalooza. But alas, Ms. Rafferty… no one is home… Wanna get covid with me?
Parting thought. When the revelations are done, some will go on to greener pastures. Some will not. Some will stay in a 3D life. And from what I hear, they don’t even need to be evil. Some like this world just cause. They get it. That’s fine. But those who will go on, will not remember this 3D existence. Mind wipe ala Men in Black? Allegedly. I hear even family members who cannot transition will be forgotten. Now that’s a jagged little pill to swallow. But that’s how it’s got to be. We cannot bring this sinful baggage on board the train to the promised land. Let’s just say you weren’t douchy enough to be given “the choice” by the white hat military. Whew. That was close. Then you struck a deal with Jedi Jesus to partake of that last offered cup. Still in the game. When we all move on, guys like us cannot be allowed to have the memory of what guys like you did to kids like them. Am I advocating pedo? No. But I’m a realist and I know a little something about the nazi. Guessing at most but knowing some. If you choose to get on that train with us, we will all get there together brand new. Memory wiped. Innocence lost is now returned. It’s the only way I see. I may be right. I may be wrong. But those Galactics will still know what we as a race allowed to happen on our watch. Damn. Oh well. Take your wins as they come.
You’ll notice two songs below which both have the lines “No time left for sorrow. No time left for shame.” I’ll let you find them. Understand that this internet and digital classrooms full of ones shame will pass. Maybe you did what you did to survive. Maybe you’re a sicko. A psycho killer. Whatever you did… whatever shame you sit with in your quarantined home will pass. Weather it is a white pill mercy death reputation intact, a stand your ground DUMB shoot out or a D lister MIB mind wipe, this all will pass. For the digital soldiers as well. Our pain at learning the darkest side life had to offer will pass. And if 30 Rock happens to fall… as did Rome… you will not find a tear on my face.
Thank you, David Byrne. Fred Armisen. Larry David. Rachel Dratch. And Jake Gyllenhall. Thank you to everyone here. This is the best gig in the world. Happy leap year. Good night.
Walk tall… or don’t walk at all…
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
We Want The Airwaves
Baby I'm a Star
Destination Unknown
It's Not My Place
Fame - Live on the Cher Show
Shadowplay
It's Hard to Be a Saint In the City (Live at the Hammersmith Odeon, London '75)
Spiderwebs
Our Lips Are Sealed
She's Lost Control
The Playboy Mansion
Slippery People
You Sound Like You're Sick
Train in Vain
Invisible (Live on The Tonight Show)
Radio Nowhere NBC
Bad Luck Blue Eyes Goodbye
Hard Time In New York Town
Independence Day - Today Show
Blue Smoke
Prince NBC Today
The End (Live On Today Show)
Tangled Up In Blue
Get Out Of Your Own Way (Live On SNL)
All's Quiet on the Eastern Front
Prove It All Night (Phoenix, 78)
Insight
The Love Cats
There Must Be an Angel (Playing with My Heart)
Missing You
So in Love
Here Comes The Rain Again
If You Were Here
Window In The Skies
Amico (No Fun Mondays Cover)
Blue Highway
Ultraviolet SNL
The Waiting (CBS Saturday This Morning / 2020)
Follow That Dream
Grateful Dead - Let The Good Times Roll - Alpine Valley Music Theatre 89
Grateful Dead - The Weight 7/12/1990
Grateful Dead - Knockin' On Heaven's Door 7-7-89
Drowning Man
New York City Serenade
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sitting low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
And come back home with the loot
It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute, it's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall
Or baby, don't walk at all
Fish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady, she baits them tenement walls
She won't take corner boys, they ain't got no money, and they're so easy
I said, "Hey, babe, ah, baby, won't you take my hand, waltz with me down Broadway"
Whoa, mama, take my arm and move with me down Broadway, yeah
I'm a young man, I'm talkin' real loud, yeah, baby, walk it real proud for you
Ah, so shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away the city life
And hook up to the train, ah, hook up to the night train
Ah, hook it up, hook up to the, hook up to the train
But I know that she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
No, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long
Sometimes you just gotta walk on
Walk on
Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man, ah, play me a serenade
Any deeper blue, you'll be playin' in your grave
Save your notes: don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes: don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight from the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junkman
Ah, listen to your junkman
Listen to your junkman
Oh, listen to your junkman
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
All dressed up in satin, walkin' down the alley (singin')
Singin', singin', sing, yeah, sing, yeah, singin', singin', singin', yeah, sing, yeah
(Singin', singin', singin') Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah
(Singin', singin', singin') Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah
Ah, shake it, downtown, watch it, oh, watch out for your junkman
Shake it, watch out, bah, ah, ah, watch out for your junkman
Ah, shake that guitar, shake that damn guitar, ah, watch out for your junkman
Ah, shake, talkin' 'bout it, ah, ah, come on, little girl
Watch out
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, ah, yeah
Oh, huh, oh, huh
Shake that damn guitar
Ah, watch out for your junkman
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Watch out for your junkman
Uh, huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, huh, huh, huh
Watch out for your junkman
Oh, watch out for your junkman
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