Monday, June 16, 2008
Advertising and the Subtle Art of Rituals - 1. Astral Projection
For whatever demented impetus that nudges me into electroskrying the 'net for intrisynchs and suggestible patterning,I remain at present fuelled, or fooled, or both to boot.
Above , the below view , from a cam-chopper, of 9/11 Ground ZerO, a few days after the eVent.
Long before the Twins were even a mote in the architects eye a man, Charles PRATT, launched ASTRAL OIL, in 1867. It became a successful brand , so popular it earned the slogan:
"The Holy Lamps of Tibet are primed with Astral Oil!" which proves somewhat synched in to the present times.
Not quite 'present' but certainly synchromystic = the slogan written on the box of Pratt's Astral Oil below:
PRATT'S ASTRAL OIL
Coat of Arms with DIEU ET MON DROIT [ God and my right].
- Used 1st by Richard Coeur de Lion in 1198 [ 119-8] meaning that he owed his royalty to no other but God and his own heredity [ The Divine Right of Kings - Dirk for short]
108 FULTON STREET
WILL NOT EXPLODE
I wonder how omnidirectionaly-far the psychic 'shock' waves from 9/11 radiated, as far as Charles Pratt's ad executives?
The Company did have a very devastating fire at it's factory/refinery but as far as I can make out its location was Willaimsberg, next door to Standard Oil, who had their own fire in 1919. Great area for insurance scams and for clearing swathes of land for 'secret' happenings.
108 follows with 33 letters , 108 = 2x2x3x3x3, the Square messing around with Cube. 33 , as well as degrees, enumerates LG [ L=30,G=3 using Hebrew]. This stands for the company LG [ see Pseudoccultmedia's latest] while it may initial LOOKING GLASS
Well, if u check the map below, the slogan proved uncannily accurate, a mere slimmer's wink from G.0
3 blocks from heaven
Obviously it's all linked in with Madame Blavatsky and the Theosophicalites who connected strongly with the Tibetan Lama Coven, who now have their Diaspora bases everywhere, and Charles Pratt got roped in ,later selling out to Standard Oil, finally building a special HQ in Fulton Street , over years, and gallons of tax-payers , to direct the whole maddening cabal of oily , murky, occluded shadowkorps intent on wresting that which they will only ever wrestle with until, in ever-decreasing spheres they will come to a point when they finally, like the Ourobouros and the Oozalum bird, disappear up their own arse-souls.