Spent the day yeseterday driving around my home town, rendering inoperative extremely expensive deathforce technology with two-dollar hunks of resin and metal. Cruised aroud, driving literally from tower to tower, by sight, taking care of them one by one. A couple of weeks previously, I’d gone up and over and back on the mountain ridge on the edge of town, to nullify the gigantic mountaintop towers lining it.
You know, it struck me recently that our Baal-worshipping friends revered (and revere) the ‘high places’, and that’s exactly where the towers are, up on the mountain, on the highest points. What are they but modern, high-tech Baal pillars? For further clarification, please see the symbol on the bumper of the Mercury ‘Compass’ – actually the ancient Canaanite symbol of Baal.
There are really old towers in Ireland, made out of some quartzite stone, that are on a ley-line grid, are also lined up with the stars, if I recall. Early, early versions of the tech we’re speaking of.
I rolled by a gigantic red and white ‘radio’ tower, and found that it was sitting right next to an old church, with an old graveyard right next to that. The church, you see, with its capacitor-tip steeple, and the graveyard, with its death-energy capture matrix, are the old-school versions of the tech. The gigantic metal tower, with high power running through it, the amped up modern version.
But be of good cheer, dear reader, because two dollars worth of scrap and plastic and broken crystal and an offhanded flick of the wrist undid literally hundreds of years, and hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of assiduous (and rapidly intensifying) badness. Actually, I invested four dollars, there, wanting to ‘double tap’ take make sure.
In Philadelphia, where I live now, there’s a gigantic old cemetery, on the Schuylkill river. It’s on the National Register of Historic Places. When viewed from across the river, it’s dumbfounding how many obelisk-I-mean-Baal-pillar tombstones there are, there, it’s like a forest of them. I’ve gotten some TB’s along its edge. My next outing I am going to go take the ‘cell phone tour’ of that important tourist attraction.
