All laws are in place,
The pawns are moved to their positions.
Martial law basically is already in effect, but not <fully> enforced yet.
http://www.pyrabang.com/view.php?ref...e&post_id=3810
Now for the troops to appear en mass on the streets, an 'event' is needed, so the government like during 911 will declare the/a culprit for Joe Sixpack, and the soccer moms to 'justify' its actions for their own interest and that of the glory of the nation...
And then fully embraced by gods blessing it is Kristallnacht time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kK5O1rL0NwE
Oh and with gleam in our eyes,
and furious shouting,
We will seig heil to our new Furher,
The man who saved us and the world.
And in return only asked to 'serve' the world,
To be president in ONE nation UNDER god.
Ceasar Bush..
Ceasar Bush -> Minor Arcana - King of Clouds
Control -->
http://www.osho.com/magazine/tarot/T...?All=Yes&Nr=32
Controlled persons are always nervous because deep down turmoil is still hidden. If you are
uncontrolled, flowing, alive, then you are not nervous. There is no question of being
nervous - whatsoever happens, happens. You have no expectations for the future, you are
not performing. Then why should you be nervous?
To control that mind, one has to remain so cold and frozen that no life energy is allowed to
move into your limbs, into your body. If energy is allowed to move, those repressions will
surface. That's why people have learned how to be cold, how to touch others and yet not
touch them, how to see people and yet not see them. People live with clichés - "Hallo. How
are you?" Nobody means anything. These are just to avoid the real encounter of two
persons. People don't look into each other's eyes, they don't hold hands, they don't try to
feel each other's energy, they don't allow each other to pour - very afraid, somehow just
managing, cold and dead, in a straitjacket.
Osho Dang Dang Doko Dang Chapter 5
Commentary:
There is a time and a place for control, but if we put it in charge of our lives we end up totally rigid. The figure is
encased in the angles of pyramid shapes that surround him. Light glitters and glints off his shiny surfaces, but
does not penetrate. It's as if he is almost mummified inside this structure he's built up around himself. His fists
are clenched and his stare is blank, almost blind. The lower part of his body beneath the table is a knife point, a
cutting edge that divides and separates. His world is ordered and perfect, but it is not alive - he cannot allow any
spontaneity or vulnerability to enter it.
The image of the King of Clouds reminds us to take a deep breath, loosen our neckties and take it easy. If mistakes
happen, it's okay. If things get a little out of hand, it's probably just what the doctor ordered. There is much, much
more to life than being "on top of things."
