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Operation Disclosure: GCR/RV Intel Alert for February 19, 2019

RV/INTELLIGENCE ALERT - February 19, 2019 (Disclaimer: The following is an overview of the current situation based on intelligence leak...

Thursday, June 28, 2018

"Tonight's Word: In Brightest Day In Blackest Night" - Heisenberg - 6.28.18

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:34 PM EDT on June 28, 2018

The Lord works in mysterious ways. - Deadpool

And that brings us to tonight’s word: IN BRIGHTEST DAY IN BLACKEST NIGHT

Sometimes I wonder why the thought of standing toe to toe with a newly met galactic doesn’t make me shudder. I totally should, right? I bought my ticket and popcorn for every Hollywood fear porn propaganda they threw at me. War of the worlds. Edge of tomorrow. Independence Day. Alien. Aliens. Aliens covenant. Aliens resurrection. Alien vs. Predator. Aliens 3. Starship Troopers. Mars Attacks. All designed under strict orders of the new order master plan to keep the good sheeple of earth fearful of extra-terrestrial contact. Damned if the ETs are bringing the cures to all disease on earth. Damned if they are bringing anti-gravity technology. Damned if they are here to show us our true history and not that think tank brainwashing they teach us at PS 451. Damned if they can cure your crows feet and make you look 20 years younger without rat poison injections. Fear them.

But you know, there’s something deep down about the fear ET agenda that doesn’t sell me. I was thinking about it because the more I share the inevitable picture of the Galactic age coming soon, the more people just turn off. They kinda give a look like, “What do you do again? You pick up elephant shit at the zoo? Who let you in here?” Yes…heavy is the head that holds the tin foil hat. No one said 100 trillion ZIM would be easy. But can we blame the sleeping masses? All those movies over all those years. All that carbonated high fructose corn syrup. All those buttery trans fats. That’s a lot of Sigourney. That’s a lot of Tom Cruise. Is it just me or is that guy aging really well? Things that make you go hmmm. But anyways…why do many fear or avoid the simple, possible expand your mind for only one second thought of galactic visitors? What’s the big deal?

On the other side of the coin, what makes some anticipate dearly the thought of meeting our neighbors to the north? And south? Some say they are star seeds whose souls came from another far away place to experience this human arcade game. Souls that keep getting in line every time the body dies. Every time the barrel wins. Hey that was fun. That peasant thing in France kinda sucked tho. They have this thing called the guillotine. Try to avoid that. Game over. Can I borrow a quarter?

But for me I think the anticipation for a galactic meet and greet was planted thru the old Green Lantern comic books. Here was the Green Lantern Corps consisting of all species who protected the universe far and wide. You had a pink lady. You had an onion. You had a diamond. All green lanterns who each represented their own world. All report as soldiers in a spandex army of good and justice at a faraway headquarters called Oa. And there were these beings in charge called the Guardians. They were supposed to be immortal and the oldest living beings in the universe. They ran the show.

They created an intergalactic police force that combats evil throughout the universe called the Green Lantern Corps. Thru the power of a ring combined with the will and imagination of the wearer, one is able to fly off into space and be God’s cop wherever evil rears its ugly head across the universe. I know I know…keep church and graphic novels separate. My bad. Bad call. The guardians didn’t create the universe per se… but let’s just say they are a bit higher on the evolutionary chain than most.

And what about this ring you speak of? Where can I get one? Ahh…Daniel san…that’s the rub. You don’t pick the ring. The ring chooses you. Interesting thought for those who don’t have a clue whey they’re here. Don’t know why they were able to hear the clarion call. Are you here because you were called by a different kind of green? That green dirty fat stack of Benjamin’s? Yes, that is a kind of power, is it not? Or perhaps did a green lanterns ring visit you as a chosen one? A gift from the universe as it sees you as one who will dedicate their life to spread peace and harmony thru justice and equality behind a green glow? Do you desire to put on that ring for good and light? Just a heads up…that ring comes with an oath. An oath that no one twists your arm to recite. The Guardians nor the ring will force their will on anyone to act in direct violation of their free will. But here’s the thing (Monk boom) the ring doesn’t make a mistake. The ring knows your heart. And if you are here….reading these words on these sites…you have been chosen. Just take the oath seriously. I have a feeling the universe is big on pledging loyalty and keeping it. Pledge your soul to the devil and switch over to Jesus…I hear to Lucifer, there’s nothing worse. Be careful out there. Let Jesus do his thing. Let the Galactics do their thing. Help is on the way.

"In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my power--Green Lantern's light!"

Now I will say one alien movie did get to me. Still makes me shiver. Men in Black. Every time I step on a roach.....I always think I’m going to see this guy behind me. Every time. You win Hollywood.

So as a kid reading those old dime store comics, who wouldn’t want to put on a ring and fly far far away? Meet new people. Live the life of danger. Protect the weak. Fight for the innocent. Stand up to the criminals. And maybe make a few new friends from other galaxies while you’re at it. Who doesn’t want that? For a kid, that was a dream job. Why be a cop when you could be a Green Lantern? And those dreams decades ago planted a seed of consciousness that still grows today. An early preparation for the Galactic age. Was is disclosure? Was it just pulp fiction? Was it a recruitment poster put there next to the ice cream freezer by a benevolent visitor looking for future lanterns? Did you bite? Did those hand drawn graphics take your soul back to a home far away? Or were you more of a Richie Rich kinda guy? Or maybe Hot Stuff? Yea…ego, baby.

Maybe all those diverse colorful nonhuman Green Lanterns were accurate. Maybe there are all those species/races and more waiting for us to slide that ring on and go say hi. Are we not the creators they say we are? Do we not will our thoughts into creation? Did the ring not choose us at this critical time in humanity’s HERstory? I say yes to all above. And although I can’t promise I won’t have a Gerry McGuire movement when I do stand face to face with our neighbors to the north, I am still looking forward to it. Don’t really care how many sad pathetic looks I get when I bring up aliens at the grocery store, I’m ready. It’s going to be just like the comic books. But as for a Green Lantern squirrel…..named Ch’p…..?.....that’s just lazy writing.

And that’s the word









Jesus took the loooooooooooooooooaves!!!!!! John 6:11

And that brings us to tonight’s word: JESUS LOVES SOCCER

First of all, I know it’s called futbol all over the world but this side of the border, it’s soccer. Build that wall, Mr. President. They’ll thank you later.

Second of all, Jesus loves the world cup. How could he not? Tens of thousands of representatives from different nations, cultures, colors who can’t even speak the same language come together and play a game equal to all? It’s the only sport where every country in the world has a fair shot to put together a squad of 11 and compete. Do you think basketball could do that worldwide? American football? No. Only a sport where one can only use their feet can do that. That is what they call a governor. An equalizer.

So here you have a sport that is dominated by countries of color. Any doubt Jesus loves soccer? A spot in the world where the third world underdog has not only a fighting chance, but dominant. Is that why the average American can’t get their head around the sport? We can’t stand losing. It’s too equal for us. And it’s bred into us to not lose. Unless of course you’re talking about our civil liberties. Or privacy. Or human rights. Even if we’re losing, just don’t tell us. We’ll like you better. Ignooooooooooooooooorance is bliss. Or is it piss? I forget. Another Guinness please.

Any doubt Jesus is at world cup? A place where everyone is created equal. A place where no one understands what anyone's saying without interpreters. Only the game matters. Only the rules. Only the skill. May the best team win. Children of all countries come together as one. Kinda like the Olympics. Do you think Jesus was at the 1936 Olympics in Berlin? Think he heard the drums played by Hitler's young group?


I bet that one was a big one for the guys upstairs to watch. Let’s send a black man into the belly of the beast in the spirit of fair competition. And not only did he compete…he dominated. The spirit moves in mysterious ways and that exhibition was one of the tops. I can picture Jesus jumping out of his seat: Jesse OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOwins!!!!!!

Well, it’s been an interesting Cup so far. Mexico beat Germany in first match. I would love to say there’s some ham radio from mom’s basement conspiracy message there but I’ll just let it slide. There’s only so much “the truth is out there” one can handle in one sitting. As attractive as we think the tin foil hat is, the ladies find it sexy not. And now Germany is out. Gone. Auf Wiedersehen. With a loss to South Korea??? Does anyone find that peculiar? Do you believe in coincidences? Are you sure this foil hat doesn’t make me look like Cristiano Renaldo? Anyways….South Kooooooooooooooooooooooooooorea!!!!!!!

Kinda sad that the US didn’t make it. But it kinda makes me wonder. It makes me wonder if the US isn’t being punished in some way by being denied a world cup invite because of our past…. indiscretions. We haven’t exactly been the best international neighbor. I think that had a little something to do with not making it to Russia. Are you sure it doesn’t look good from this angle? How about if I tilt it like this? Nothing? How about my green lantern ring? That sexy?

Maybe it’s not a conspiracy at all. Maybe this tin foil hat is putting pressure on my lateral sulcus pushing together the frontal lobe from the temporal lobe causing sensibleness blackouts. Maybe the US just sucked this year. Maybe they just had too many rich white kids on the team.

And Jesus says: Boom. Hope Soloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!

And that’s the word





"Seven Nation Army"

I'm gonna fight 'em all
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, that roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And that brings us to tonight’s layover: THE DEATH STAR

I’m a big believer in winging it. I’m a big believer that you’re never going to find perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one. Letting the happy accident happen is what a lot of vacation itineraries miss, I think, and I’m always trying to push people to allow those things to happen rather than stick to some rigid itinerary.

Your body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride. – Mr….Bourdain





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