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In 1988, Buc and myself visited Molokini crater in Hawaii.  That's Buc's back.  Buc is my wife and companion since 1967.  It is Buc who Jehovah crippled in 1996 because he wanted me to stop my studies and teaching.  It's been tough ever since; my exposition on quarks would probably have been completed by now.  As it stands, it's a mess!
    Basically, Jehovah's attack uprooted our family, turning it from a triad into a diad.
    In California, statistical evidence shows that when this occurs, the remaining diad disintegrates.  This was pointed out to me by the State social worker who comforted me after my wife went down.  She was a beautiful black lady who often held me in her arms as tears roared down from my eyes.  She gave me literature of the subject, explaining that in California, we were an endangered species, so-to-speak.  Don'tcha know?
    Because of her, we survived.  Here is our new home in Hawaii.  It's not finished yet, but who looks at the house anyway, its got a million dollar view.
    I should mention, for your own edification, what actually happens when a diad, derived from a triad, disintegrates.
    As told to me, it is all mathematical.
    First, a triad, in this context is a family unit of three individuals;  usually two parents and a child.  In our case, it was myself, Buc and our son.
    Due to often sudden and catastrophic causes, the triad might turn into two parents, or one child and one parent.
    Though the combinations are varied, especially when you have more than a triad to start, such as a family of five, who might lose a middle child, the rules are a matter of plus and minus:   positive and negative relations between pairs of members.
    In our case, Buc and I had negative relations as well as positive, as our son had with each of us.  When Buc was incapacitated, my son and I continued to have positive and negative relations, but neither of us had negative relations with Buc, but only positive ones.  Consequently neither of us received any positive reinforcement from Buc, but rather retained an excess of negative relations, which under the normal circumstances of a triad would be directed towards Buc.
    As result, my son and I fell suddenly out of balance, directing the excess of negative relations towards each other.  It was awful for a time, until we sat down and together reviewed the literature given to us by the State social worker.
    From that time on, we were able to control it.
    Buc is still unable to move or speak, but I noticed yesterday, that her left hand gave me a long and sturdy squeeze.  That's unusual over these twelve years of care giving, following an unusual dream I had the night before:
    In this dream, Buc, myself and our son are walking together along the sidewalk, heading for a shopping area in West Los Angeles.
    Buc suddenly decides to leave us, and departs out of sight around a two story building underneath a huge expanse of a freeway interchange.  Justin and I just sort of stand there, waiting for her to return, but too much time passes, so we follow in her direction.  There is lots of people and traffic, so we're not too concerned.
    Rounding the corner of the building, there is no sight of her, so we walk further on back under the interchange, underneath the overhead cloverleaf.
    The interchange is huge and expansive, dirty and noisy from all the truck traffic overhead, and not much of a place anyone would want to be.
    There are people walking and vehicles going everywhere.
    Hundreds a feet away, we see a fenced in area, like a school yard, with a handful of people dancing.
    As we come closer, we can here this strange sort rhythmic music.  It was rather erie, just sort of repeating itself over and over again.
    We can easily see the dancers, because it is just a cyclone fence between us;  old and rusty.
    They are clothed in dirty capes and hoods, brown, torn and rag-tag.  They are not dancing together, but in a simple shuffle, heads down, back and forth to the music.  Their faces are smudged in gray and black ash;  their eyes dark and sallow.
    We stop and look, but we can't see Buc anywhere.  Not in the distance, nor among the dancers.  I am worried.
    We can see pedestrians far away and people playing softball on a far away ball field.
    The music, the dancers and the dancing is all so odd.  Inside the fence near the dancers, a single man dressed in dirty, brown denim pants is sitting on a school yard bench.  He is looking down at his hands, and not paying much attention to the dancers.  He is a white man, middle age and bald.  He is swarthy with a rounded head.  He is the god, Harmon, from far away in the Universe.
    Harmon is a purposeless god.  He needs nothing and chooses no side.
Buc is restless in her bed.  Jehovah has nudged her to bother me.  He does not want me to tell you about Harmon;  the god who always displaces and disposes other gods of war, like himself.
    Justin and I enter the enclosed area inside the cyclone fence through a gate and walk closer to the dancers.  I have the feeling Buc is among them, for where else might she be?
    We can't tell really who is dancing, all are wearing raggedy and dirty clothes;  with their eyes hidden under hoods, their faces down.
    I don't want to stay here, the music and visions being so eerie, but we've got to find her.  We stand a few feet from them, trying to tell if Buc is among them.
    Avoiding being bumped into, Justin and I move among them, somehow knowing she must be here.  But how can we tell?  I glance over at the man, but he takes no notice.
    Then I spotted a beautiful set of gams belonging to one of the dancers.  Buc always had nice legs.  You could barely make them out under the dancer's clothes.
    I tried to see if the other dancers were the same, but you couldn't tell.
    In unison, as though thinking the same, Justin and I approached this dancer, who willingly stopped dancing as we both reached out to raise her hood away from her face.
    Gently, and with great trepidation, we raised it.  It was Buc.  Her face was worn and tired, too fat for her, as though she somehow aged in that short span of time, and it was smudged with dirt.
    But we were not sure.
    She seemed not to recognize either of us.  She seemed only to want to withdraw to continue dancing, perhaps hypnotized by the music, or by a spell the man cast.
    Only a short time before we were all talking on the way shopping, but now there was nothing:  not the least desire on her part to talk to us.  I felt as a stranger to her.  I was frightened.
    It was of course her eyes which tore my heart.  They were hers, her soft doe like eyes;  so gentile and so kind.  But they were tired and red.  She was exhausted.
    "My eyes don't see too well", she quietly spoke to us;   Justin holding her right hand.  I glanced at the man sitting there, and became angry.  I knew that he had done this!
    Rushing towards him, I grabbed him by his neck and put my head down against the top of his bald head.  I just wanted to rip him apart.
    Without hardly any reaction by him, he said, "Do you want to bite my head?"
    I was totally disarmed by his question;  the dream dissipating, the dancers departing and he getting up and walking away without a backward glance.

    After having this dream, I think Harmon is approaching from far away in the Universe as the Dream Maker has foretold.
    He has as well illustrated Harmon's ability to enchant others to do as they wish, this being perhaps his only ability:  abject, non directed control.
    The Dream Maker has as well indicated Harmon's focus on Buc, to release her from her closed chrysalis state.  As all this has been foretold in this dream, Buc's grip has strengthened.
    I do not think Harmon will directly intervene, for I do not really think he has the ability to repair something with the minute details of a human brain;  something I believe can only be done with the use of micro machines placed inside the patient, or more likely, micro spiders, arachnid type creatures, so tiny and dexterous, that they can fuse neurons together, if not even DNA strands.
    I am most certain that the Star Travelers have them on their hospital ships, and utilize them all the time,  perhaps just to repair a butterfly's wing or a honeybee's tongue.
    What Harmon can do to save Buc, is to dispel the evil sorcerer Jehovah from this star system, so that the star travelers will not be afraid to intervene, they knowing full well that Jehovah, if he wants to, can cause catastrophic and critical malfunction of their spaceships, if they attempt to come down and land here on Molokai.  This is why the star travelers have not yet come.  After all, look what he has done to Buc!
    So afraid they are of this god, they will not even come to extract her and take her far from here.  As long as Jehovah remains in proximity to earth, Buc has little chance, nor I the prosperity of health and a long life!
    Recently, one of them told me that I should not be helped, because I have defied my own god, so why should they help me?
    What a goof ball!
    Having said this, I realize that I had sealed my fate.  No none would ever want the two of us on the same space ship together.
    However, that was yesterday.  Tonight, I received a transmission (aural fractal reception, or should I say fractal reception that falls in the audio frequency spectrum) telling me that my Morse (International) Code transmissions are all wrong.  Rather than using PCM (pulse code modulation), I should employ traditional techniques:  dit, dit, dit, dit-dit, or however you say it, which means three dahs (aka: dashes) and a dit for a specific letter of the alphabet, in this case, an O with umlaut.  A dit, dit-dit, dit, dit-dit, would be dash, dit, dash, dit, for the letter C.
    The distinction is that this methods uses cadence as a means to distinguish between a dit and a dah, and it is faster and far more applicable to spark gap means of transmission;  generally being, from any vantage point, for more economical than PCM.  For more on this and why I am transmitting laser code from my home, go here.
    Indeed the wars of the East have consumed the Christian and the Jew here, and the Moslem there.  Among men and all of mankind, they have lost honor.
    The Jew pay men to fight, so that they may profit.  They secretly escalate the roadside bombs, the IUDs, killing Americans, so that Barack Obama will be convinced to increase the number of troops stationed in Afghanistan.
    They secretly bomb the Streets of Baghdad, killing hundreds of Iraqi citizens, and causing great array among their nation, hoping that people will think that the Shiites had done it, so that heir own nation of Israel may prevail.
    Yesterday, in Pakistan, a giant blast occurred, not far from where Hillary Clinton was staying, killing mostly hundreds of children and woman.  Only a fool would think that Islamic terrorist did it, for what purpose?
    It is far more reasonable to think that the Jews paid to have it done.  Why not?  Is it not to the advantage of Israel to have this happen?  Would not the Americans, under political pressure by the Jews and Hawks, send in more troops?  Would not Israel profit more by selling more machines of war to the U.S. and its national security more secure?
    Would Barack Obama risk his Jewish political base before his next campaign for President, especially when faced with John McCain, the Hebrew apple polisher and brown nose?
    The Jews are very good at these things, and well motivated by their religious doctrine, handed down to them by their rabbis.
READ THIS BARACK
American and British Intelligence have documented evidence that the House of Rothschild, and other International Bankers, have financed both sides of every war, since the American Revolution. Financier Haym Salomon, who supported the patriots during the American Revolution, then later made loans to James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, and James Monroe, was a Rothschild agent.

    Soon, they will launch an air attack against Iran, despite themselves being the intruders in the Middle East under the flag of racist Zionism.  I know, I know, god gave them this land so that they could build hotels in Haifa, and little farm collectives so that they can live like hippies.  They seem to have the least concern for the Palestinian Arabs who have lived there all along.
    Both the Christian and the Moslem remain minor players, both stupidly manipulated by the man Jesus and man Mohammed;  each of which claim special association to god, much like Moses did earlier, along with a few other million witch doctors out of North Africa.  Don't get me wrong, the Jews and Moslems are not singularly stupid, look at that idiot president of North Korea who goes around in risers telling everyone he created the world and all its splendor.  And their army tolerates him!
    In the meantime, the Jews want to undermine everyone else, even the U.S..
    After all, what does the U.S. mean to the Jew?
    When faced with the choice, the conflict between devotion to Israel (the word Israel means, "God rules") or to the United States, where not god, but the People rule, we are indeed, only the second fiddle to the violin.
    In consideration of Linda Lingle, Governor of Hawaii, who possesses a dual citizenship with Israel, there's something fishy in Denmark.  Check out Henry Kissinger's antics as Secretary of State when he didn't mind at all assassinating President Allende of Chile, along with a few others.  And Kissinger still walks into our White House as though he owns it!
    In regard to the holocaust in World War II Germany, which some dumb bunnies think had not occurred, the Jewish role again, was not to honor the nation they lived as primary, but to recognize it as in the least useful and beneficial to the Hebrew.  The fact the Adolph Hitler was half Jewish, as well as a staunch partisan, made their stay in Germany all that more threatening;  after all, he did write "Mein Kampf" from inside his prison cell.
    It is this Jewish disregard of the nation's of gentiles which leads to the collapse of their national relationships, no matter where they go and live.  What makes it all that much worse is the tendency of Hebrew revisionists to portray as evil those so called "enemies" of the past, such as the people of Jericho, because in part, it does no good to the Jewish image.
    Even today, in modern times, from the Jewish perspective, as ingrained in them by the Torah -- in the book of Deuteronomy (24: 14-15) -- gentiles are considered strangers, whereas Jews, brethren.
    Please don't be dismayed by these statements I make, if my initials spell J.E.W., and I am as well circumcised, and Jews tend to like to be fried in their own grease, why shouldn't I cook 'em a little bit more?
    Look, I find this a bit counterproductive, undermining the faith and hope of others.
    I would say that it is wrong, except for the fact that the people I ridicule have already fallen from grace by treating their fellow men so poorly, with names they call them, like untouchable, heathen, infidel, anti-christ and gentile.  They also continue to teach falsehoods as though they were sacred truths--to children!
    To offset this horrible trend, I need to teach larger classes, like before, and the best way to do that is to have inserts of beautiful and naked girls right next to the text, like the Play Boy Forum, so try this link and come back and tell me what you think.
    Kinda nice, those girls.  If you like this approach, try these sex comics, or Comex.
    Welcome back!  The girls are excellent, you'll have to agree.  Especially titillating to intellectuals and Catholic monks, whose celibacy endured, provides them the best of both worlds of beauty and reason.
    Now, this, on my part, is not at all by accident.  As told to me by a tapist monk attending AA (Atheists Anonymous) meetings in Marina California, the priesthood inevitably leads to the profound understanding of scriptural contradictions, so-mucn-so, that confidence in fundamental doctrine and church history wanes.  By then, priests must go along with it, unable to find paying jobs elsewhere.
    The lack of total reception of all religious doctrine is considered so serious to the vested hierarchy of the Catholic Church, that Mother Teresa was debauched from Sainthood, merely upon here personal opinion, (she didn't believe in heaven) as revealed by her personal letters.  Imagine a lowly monk, twelve years into the profession, suggesting that Jesus took the wrong turn in the Garden of Gethsemany, because his father Jehovah evoked a little known demon inside Jesus who wanted the taste of martyrdom!  Make that comment to a Cardinal, and your out on your ear!
    Why would Jehovah do that, you might ask, because he didn't want Jesus to succeed, just like the Republicans don't want Barack Obama to succeed.
    You see, I know, I've got connections, and I always speak the truth, unlike Pope Nicholas, after, I am sure, reading my old web site about how Islam is the Religion of the Sword, retracted his own comments of the same, after setting the Islamic world on fire, just like this Danish cartoon did of Mohammed, about to blow his brains out.
    Actually, I don't think the cartoon as funny or appropriate, anymore than it is correct to accuse one religion to be founded on warfare, which Islam was, in contrast to Christianity, which was founded on poverty and desperation, from the mouths of Catholic leadership, who themselves had absolutely no qualms about torture (Ya' know, the Inquisition.)  and hacking off the arms of Central American Indians by the Spanish Conquistadors.
    My advice to the Pope is not to throw rocks if you live in glass cathedrals.

    Tom Paine was born in 1737.  Add 200 years to that, and I was born in 1937.  The Jews don't like us very much, and neither do the Christians.  Maybe you will understand better if I provide you with some of his wonderful ideas, all superior to the religious doctrines you follow!
    I do not believe in the creed professed by the Jewish church, by the Roman church, by the Greek church, by the Turkish church, by the Protestant church, nor by any church that I know of. My own mind is my own church.
    All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian, or Turkish, appear to me no other than human inventions set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and profit.

EVERY national church or religion has established itself by pretending some special mission from
God, communicated to certain individuals. The Jews have their Moses; the Christians their Jesus
Christ, their apostles and saints; and the Turks their Mahomet; as if the way to God was not open to
every man alike.

Each of those churches shows certain books, which they call revelation, or the Word of God. The
Jews say that their Word of God was given by God to Moses face to face; the Christians say, that
their Word of God came by divine inspiration; and the Turks say, that their Word of God (the
Koran) was brought by an angel from heaven. Each of those churches accuses the other of unbelief;
and, for my own part, I disbelieve them all.

(Editor's Note: Although Paine was not the first, as some have said, to advocate the aboliton of slavery in Amerca, he was certainly one of the earliest and most influential. The essay was written in 1774 and published March 8, 1775 when it appeared in the Pennsylvania Journal and the Weekly Advertiser. Just a few weeks later on April 14, 1775 the first anti-slavery society in America was formed in Philadelphia. Paine was a founding member).

Just a few weeks later on April 14, 1775 the first anti-slavery society in America was formed in Philadelphia. Paine was a founding member).

    Given these several tid-bits, why are black people in America, Baptists?
 

NOTHING that is here said can apply, even with the most distant disrespect, to the real character of Jesus Christ. He was a virtuous and an amiable man. The morality that he preached and practiced was of the most benevolent kind; and though similar systems of morality had been preached by Confucius, and by some of the Greek philosophers, many years before, by the Quakers since, and by many good men in all ages, it has not been exceeded by any.


For more on Tom Paine, check these out:

 African Slavery In America
 CHRONOLOGICAL TABLE OF THOMAS PAINE'S WRITINGS
 THE  CONTENTS OF THOMAS PAINE'S WRITINGS
 Thomas Paine, 1737-1809
 Library: Historical Documents: Thomas Paine: Age Of Reason: Part I
 Library: Historical Documents: Thomas Paine: Age Of Reason: Part II
 Thomas Paine National Historical Association  www_thomaspaine_org.html
 THE THOMAS PAINE BIRTHDAY WEBSITEwww_tompaine_org.html
What can I say?

Tom Paine's body was lying in his grave,
Tom Paine's body was lying in its grave,
But it ain't still there no more...

    A song my good Methodist Christian grandmother sang to me at the piano.  As a little boy, I didn't know what the hell she was singing about.  But now I know.  The Christians robbed old Tom's grave, just like they stole my web site.
Did she get it from the McGuffy Reader?
 
 



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Zionism = Racism
The Jewish Problem
Operation CONDOR
Anti-Semitism Without Anti-Semites
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Dream Maker

    Creatures living in the Functional Domain who generate dreams.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Dreams

Lateral displacement of surfaces which:

a.  are collectively coherent associations
b.  may propagate instantaneously great distances
c.  may be received by fractal antennas

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