#my human sacrifice actually made it to the elder gods this time so the background looks not awful yippee!!!!

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“Ways to keep your partner safe, a guide for the romantically inept”

“”We were gonna practice, he was teaching me ya know– showing me everything he knew about the instrument.”

He shook his head.

“I arrived late. Was caught up with something at the house– I should’ve left sooner—I should have known –”

His eyes squeezed shut painfully– something biting at the edges of his face.

He let out a shaky breath.

“Torn up he was. Could barely even recognize him and that thing–”

His hands clenched painfully.

Dragged him under– took us weeks to even find his body.”

I felt a chasm open in the bottom of my stomach, my eyes went wide and my skin felt cold.

“They closed up the whole beach after that, said cause it was a crime scene, but it’s been months now. They know the truth we all know the truth.”

Monty’s glare darkened. A bottomless panic started to seep into the peripherals of my vision.

“That fucking fish killed him.””

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“Settling against him, a warmth blossomed between our bodies that was both familiar and comforting. His large hands wrapped around me, holding me close like a lifeline. I lightly traced the veins in his arms as I heard the soft breathing against my neck.

Something lingered though, just in the very back of my mind.

Just a seedling of a thought.

I tried not to think too much about how his arms wrapped around me, trapping me against the covers.

How it felt so similar to beastly waves, holding onto me and pulling me under.

No— I wasn’t thinking that.

I was cuddling with my boyfriend- like we always do. Something I never had a problem with before.

I loved Sun and nothing was going to change that.

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…nothing…”

“Under The Surface” Chapter 12 by @ohno-the-sun

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Getting To Know The North Koreans

Notice to readers.  So that I may take my annual sabbatical in the Canadian wilderness, the next several reports will be pre-written.  They will focus on the history of how I got involved in fighting the Khazarian Mafia.  Hopefully, this will help readers get a better understanding of what is happening now. Of course, if something really big happens, we will issue an emergency report.

The assassination attempts against me and the murder of many of my colleagues were part of a Nazi coup d’etat that took place in the U.S. after 9.11.2001.  This Nazi faction, led by Fuhrer George Bush Sr., was a sub-group of the Khazarian Mafia.  They were killing journalists as a part of an attempt to control the narrative, the story by which Western society was led.  However, I did not figure that out until a North Korean princess showed me the evidence.

Here is how it happened.  I was running into serious censorship at Forbes.  This started after I had run the story about the murder of the banker, that I detailed in last week’s report, brought me to the attention of the people who gave orders to the Forbes family.

For example, a story about Citibank (a Rockefeller company) being kicked out of Japan because it was money laundering for gangsters was killed even though my source was the Japanese Finance Ministry speaking on the record.  The last straw for me came when I found out that an anti-virus software company was making viruses.  Forbes killed the story, telling me I was “unreliable,” when in fact the story was killed because Steve Forbes had been given $500,000 by the anti-virus company, according to a Forbes whistleblower.

In any case, I was sick of writing business pornography and decided my next career move was to shift to writing books.  The hope was to have them made into Hollywood movies.  So, I sent two chapters and an outline of a planned book to my agent in the U.S.  The book would have described a systematic pattern of the murder of politicians, journalists, industrialists, etc. by politicians and gangsters who were part of the corrupt secret government that really ran Japan.

The day after I sent the book proposal, I got a call from Kaoru Nakamaru, who said she was a princess and a first cousin of Emperor Hirohito.  She told me it would be a bad idea to publish the book.  Obviously she was connected to people who were reading my mail, so I decided to meet her.  When I asked her how she knew what was in my book proposal she said, “A Goddess told me.”  (That Goddess would be Amaterasu the reigning deity of the Japanese security police).

When I met Nakamaru she said, “You understand all about the corruption in Japan but you know nothing about the real source, which is in the West.”  She then gave me a 9.11 truth video.  At the time, I thought “Oh my God, this is one of those anti-Semitic movies about 9.11 that I read about in the New York Times.”  I had no intention of watching it but she kept pestering me until I did.  That was the real red pill for me.  It did not take a lot of fact-checking to realize 9.11 was an inside job.  From a missile hitting the Pentagon without breaking the second-floor windows and leaving no plane debris, to a BBC reporter with Building #7 visible in the background saying it had already collapsed, 20 minutes before it actually did at freefall speed, the evidence was undeniable.

The real problem was wrapping my mind around how incredibly large a group would be needed to carry out a campaign like this.  The implications were truly mind-boggling.  It was only by looking at historical events that I realized such false flags were being commonly used as excuses to start wars.

For example, the sinking of the “innocent passenger vessel” Lusitania in 1914 was used as an excuse to demonize the Germans and get the Americans to join the British in World War I.  It was not until a hundred years later in 2014 that the British admitted publicly the Lusitania was transporting arms and was, therefore, a legitimate military target.  Historians note that ads in newspapers warned passengers prior to the ship being sent into the vicinity of German U-boats as a sacrifice.

In 2001, the people who controlled the U.S. were using 9.11 as an excuse to invade the Middle East (yet again).

In my still naïve worldview I figured that if people found out the truth, there would be a revolution.  After I published front-page articles for major Japanese magazines listing evidence that 9.11 was an inside job, I held a press conference at the Foreign Correspondent’s Club of Japan to present the evidence to the international media.

It was only when none of them (with a few minor exceptions like rural Australian newspapers) reported the evidence did I realize that freedom of the press had been extinguished from the Western media.

Nobody at the FCCJ or in the Western press debated me or presented evidence showing I was wrong.  Instead, all sorts of people I never knew suddenly started a systematic campaign of character assassination against me.  The general story was that I was taking drugs, believed in UFOs, and had lost my mind.  I was put on a black list and nobody in the English language press would work with me.  Many editors told me they had been ordered by their bosses not to publish my stories.

Fortunately, I had published books in Japanese that sold well and provided me with an income.  I was also introduced to a Japanese author by the name of Ohta Ryu.  He explained to me that he had been approached by a group of Japanese who had studied Western power structures before and during World War II.  He used the material they had provided to publish his books.

What Ohta said was mind-boggling at the time.  It was talking about how the West had a secret government run by families like the Rothschilds and the Rockefellers.  This may be common knowledge now but, at the time (around 2005-6) when I did an internet search about the Rothschilds, I found exactly one sentence about them on the entire web.  It was from an Israeli chat room where one participant mentioned a rumor that the Rothschilds were involved in the formation of Israel.

As far as our reputed overlord David Rockefeller was concerned, he was number 300 or so on the Forbes richest list and considered to be a person of the past.  I had to go back to the 1918 edition of Forbes to find out the real story.  It turns out John Rockefeller the first had suddenly become poor overnight by donating all of his fortune (around $300 billion in today’s money) to a foundation.  Once the money was in a foundation, the owners did not pay inheritance tax and did not have to disclose much information.

A paper trail led to over 200 foundations controlled by the Rockefellers that in turn controlled most of the Fortune 500 companies.

What I started to realize was that all the murders of Japanese politicians etc. were part of a Rockefeller & Co. hostile take-over of Japan Inc.  One key man they used to carry out this operation was Heizo Takenaka, who was the Finance and Economy Minister from 2002-2005.  While he was in this job, he dismantled the system of cross-shareholding where banks and companies owned each others’ shares.  Takenaka forced all the banks to sell off their shares in Japan’s listed companies to foreign funds such as Vanguard, Blackrock, and State Street & Banking.  When I confronted him about handing over all of Japan’s listed companies to the Rockefellers etc., he squirmed visibly in his chair and was evasive.

However, the day after the interview, I got a phone call from an official at the Japan development bank who told me there was someone Heizo Takenaka wanted me to meet.  So, I went to a downtown Tokyo hotel room where I met a person by the name of Shiramine who called himself a Ninja.

I recorded with his permission a conversation in which he offered me the job of Finance Minister of Japan as long as I went along with a plan to kill 90% of humanity.  He said it was necessary in order to “save the environment.”  Since war did not kill enough people the plan was to use disease and starvation to kill everyone off, he said.  Shiramine added that if I refused the offer I would be killed.

To his credit when Shiramine met me and gave me this proposal, he also handed me a tape and told me to listen to it somewhere private.  In this tape, he said the problem was the “elders of Zion.”  I was also told by another Takenaka envoy that he handed over control of all the country’s corporations because Japan had been “threatened with an earthquake machine.”

The next day another person called me and said he wanted to meet me.  Again, the meeting took place inside a downtown hotel room.  This time it was someone from an Asian secret society known as The Red and The Green.  He said they had 8 million members including 200,000 assassins who could help.  This group also knew about the plan to kill 90% of humanity because they had secretly recorded a meeting at the Bohemian Grove where they discussed all of this.

Members of this group had long worked with Western secret societies, for example by supplying them with heroin from the golden triangle.  However, it was the attempt to kill them off with SARS, a bio-weapon designed to kill Asians, that finally put them on a war footing.

You can imagine my shock and disorientation in running into all of this over the space of just a week.  As someone who had lived his whole life in the official open world as seen in the public record, this was mind-boggling, to say the least.  In any case, since I could not agree with a plan to kill 90% of humanity, I decided to go along with the Asian secret society.

At first, being a peace-loving journalist, I thought of ideas like maybe the Asian secret society could show 9.11 truth movies in Chinatown movie theaters.  However, eventually, I had what I call my “Kill Bill” moment.  In the movie Kill Bill, there is a scene where a female assassin (played by Uma Thurman) is in a desperate fight for her life with a one-eyed opponent.  When Thurman plucks out her opponent’s eye, suddenly the fight is over.

What I realized was that most Westerners (like me) had no idea what their secret leaders were up to and would be appalled if they found out.  The flaw of the secret Western government was that it was highly centralized.  So, I advised the Asian secret society to “pluck out the eye.”  I gave them a list of all the people who were members of the Bilderberg, the Council on Foreign Relations, and the Trilateral Commission.  I said if you target them, you can stop the planned genocide.

Later when the earthquake machine threat was made directly to me I responded that “you can’t stop assassinations with an earthquake machine.”

The other thing I suggested to the Asian Secret Society was that buying U.S. government bonds was worse than buying opium. “At least opium gives you pleasure but now you are paying them to kill you,” is what I told a top adviser to the Chinese Politburo.

In any case, the Asian Secret Society became mobilized.  They threatened to kill the Western elite and also stopped buying U.S. government bonds.  Thus the attempt to kill off 90% of humanity was stalled.  This was the real background to the so-called “Lehman shock,” financial crisis of 2008, and the birth of the Obama administration.

However, the secret war had only begun.  A lot of new players emerged from the shadows following these events.

Next week I will talk about how I met David Rockefeller.  I will also discuss meeting such groups as the Black Sun, the Illuminati (in two flavors), the secret space program Nazis, the Russian FSB, and former MI6 head Dr. Michael Van de Meer.

Please stay tuned…

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See With the Eyes of Christ; Love With the Heart of God

So I'm in Haiti again, three and a half years later, and the last two days I have adamantly said that I wasn't going to journal anything until I had something new to say. If all I had to say was "how can we force human beings to choose between giving their children love or giving them food/education/water?" Or "how can we possibly accept the reality that human beings, who are made in God's image, have to live like this?", then I could have just re-read all of those thoughts in my blog post from 2014 (all legitimate and fair thoughts, by the way!). I didn't want to waste my time, or the time of the 3 people who read my writing (hi, mom!) by repeating thoughts and struggles I have already tried to process through in public journals. I resolved to not write a word of reflection until I had something new to say. So today something miraculous happened, and I was left shattered without warning. Today, we provided "elder care" to members of the community who have lived well past the age expectancy in Haiti, and who cannot gather water or food in their old age. These community elders are often blind, deaf, bedridden, and unable to bathe themselves alone. We were told that we would visit three elders this afternoon, and would have an opportunity to wash their feet, sing to them, and provide them the love and physical touch that we all crave as human beings. The first man's name was Edmond. We entered into his room - it was a cement square, about 10x10 feet, with a door and a window cut out of the cement walls. The bed he laid on was a thin mat, mostly covered in flies and gnats, and his eyes were a murky white. Edmond is 83 and blind, but when he heard our group walk up, he sat up as quickly as he could, and gave us a big toothless smile. He motioned for us to come sit with him and hug him. At this point, to be completely honest, I felt a moment of panic. I didn't particularly want to sit on a bed with flies, but even more so, I'm just not a very touchy-feely person. In fact, I actually reallyyyy hate being touched or touching people who I don't know extremely well... so the idea of touching, rubbing, holding a stranger really freaks me out. However, as I was feeling this inner turmoil, I remembered the visual described in John 13, where Jesus humbly washes the feet of his disciples. When the Creator of the freakin' universe finishes washing mere humans' feet, he charges them to follow his example and wash the feet of others as well. Be the light. Let Christ shine through you while you love others as He did. With this charge in mind, I grabbed the water basin, soap, and a towel, and knelt before Edmond on the cement. As I softly brushed Edmond's feet with soap and water, I thought about how Christ could so easily have looked at humanity, laying in the filth and infestation of sin, and chosen to turn away. He could have labeled us as disgusting, less-than, undesirable, unworthy, pointless creatures, and could have turned away. But he didn't. He knelt down to serve, and commanded us to do the same. I was overwhelmed by God's love for us, even in spite our filth and undesirable sinful nature. While we were still sinners, Christ knelt down, washed our feet, and then died for us. Wow. Wow wow wow. As I was overtaken with the visual of Christ's love for humanity, I was immediately reminded of another story from Luke 7, when Jesus had his own feet washed by a woman who was trapped in sin. For the last year or so, I have been drawn to this story, because the ending paints a picture of Jesus as Forgiver. As this broken woman, filled with shame and the pain of past decisions, washes Christ's feet with her tears and dries them with her hair, He proclaims to the leaders of the community that, "her many sins have been forgiven." Not just the most recent sin. Not some of her sins. ALL of her sins - though they were many. This narrative has drawn me in for the last year or so, as I've deeply related to the woman desperate to leave her former life of sin. I have heard, "her many sins have been forgiven" echoing in the walls of my heart, and have pictured myself kneeling before Jesus' feet in brokenness, longing to serve him well, despite the past, and with whatever I have... even if what I have is only tears to wet and hair to dry. I have meditated on this image for months now, and as I looked up from Edmond's soapy feet, I was struck by Matthew 25:35-40. "For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ As I looked into Edmond's murky eyes, I felt myself looking into the eyes of Christ Himself, and I have never been more struck of my unworthiness in my life. In the background of the cement room, our translator began to sing, "Bless the Lord, oh my soul - worship His holy name. Sing like never before, oh my soul! I'll worship His holy name." And I wept tears of broken unworthiness for the opportunity to serve this beautiful man. So today, I am overwhelmed with gratefulness for God's love and grace towards me. Towards all of us. How does he love us this much? That He would wash our feet, even when we are filthy and undesirable and the worst versions of ourselves. How? WHY? Y'all, today I learned firsthand that we truly love because HE. FIRST. LOVED. US. (1 John 4) “This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.” I was so overwhelmed by the Lord today, y'all. I SAW GOD in Edmond. And man. I hope Edmond felt God in me too.