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Friday, August 8, 2014

The Monkey Index:

Before I get into the main subject here (I am going to keep all of this short), a little more about what I just said in my last message -- (08-01-2014).

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You have to understand that all Lawyers do not want the Human Species saved. It is not to their benefit to save the Human Species, because that would necessitate the removal of all court systems -- which they depend upon for their greedy existence. Do not doubt for a moment that all Lawyers are not getting rich off of the War Against Genocide For Replacement.

The Lawyers have all of you tricked into thinking that when the Monkey Judges commit crimes against the Human Species -- the Human Species must then complain and whine and try to get those turds to change their minds -- in their own courtrooms.

Long ago -- all of the Monkeys arranged for those courtrooms to be death traps for all of Humanity. The courtrooms are where the Monkey Judges commit their Crimes Against Humanity -- and the courtrooms are the traps where they expect the pathetic Humans to go into, to attempt (using more lying Lawyers) to convince the Monkey Judges to let them live, and be Humans.

Everything about courtrooms is anti-Human -- flat out.

The way to hit and hurt and cripple the SQLD is NOT to go into monkey courtrooms -- but rather to destroy monkey courtrooms.

The Monkey Lawyers and the Monkey Judges exist at the lowest possible levels in the Known Universe -- beneath the trash world of the Queers and the DemoCraps and the RepuCraps.

The Lawyers and the Medias (together) have conspired to break and twist the thinking of all Humans into believing that the only way to fight the SQLD is at a False Top -- a False Height -- an Imaginary Elevation called 'The Court System'.

That, is total Queershit.

The present Court System exists right where the Monkey Lawyers and the Monkey Judges are -- at the bottom of the compost heap.

And yet, paradoxically, that is right where we must attack. The existing Court System must be erased. The Monkey Lawyers and Monkey Judges must be castigated and disabled permanently; even though they think they have a monopoly on your needs; and that you must deal with them in order to continue to exist on this planet. Especially, inside their Planet Sinister.

However, the Court System must not be destroyed in the way you would think to do it -- if you believe all of their lies.

1. Today's Court System is a False High -- a pretended height. It is populated by nothing more than pieces of shit for money.

2. The Court System is actually situated far below all other places -- at the sub-levels beneath the ghettos of the Queer World of DemoTopia.

3. Contrary to what you would think -- the Monkey Court System IS the place to destroy first.

4. But, not from within! Not from inside the Court System.

5. The Monkey Court System must be destroyed -- utterly -- from the OUTSIDE!!!!

Think smart about that, and you will see what I mean, and you will see many ways to do it. Now, I prefer telephone poles. There are many strong telephone poles out there, and they are everywhere.

As you think of ways to destroy the Monkey Court System from the outside -- I am sure that you will think of telephone poles too.

Don't we all?

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I do care about you. I cannot even imagine what it must be like to not be me -- however, I do not want my existence to be a detriment to my fellow Humans. At the same time, I must do what I must do.

Related to that statement -- somewhere along the line, the SQLD got the idea (probably from the APA and the Marxists) that if they told everyone that life is really simple, and that life should be really simple, then everyone would be happier believing that. If they said it often enough, and sweetened the idea with all kinds of political favors, then the masses would accept that and embrace that and become downright stupid. Not just stupid -- dunced!

Against that brain-killing programming I am working, by putting out the Truth worldwide. Life is not simple. Life is very detailed, and difficult, and complex. Voting for DemoCraps or Queers or RepuCraps does not change that fact one bit.

The People of every nation must have the control, and not the ones that the SQLD raise and train. The People of each nation must have absolute control over such monstrosities as Monkeys and Politicians and Perverts. The People must have the final say in what the Monkeys can and cannot do, and say, and pretend to be.

Likewise, all Science Priests must be under the direct control of the Real People of each nation -- and not the people raised and trained by the Science Priests. All of Science must be under the control of the People, and never under the control of the Science Priests -- that have proven countless times that they are forever against the People.

REMEMBER -- ONE OF THE MONKEY JUDGE CLAIMS, TO THEIR SUPERIORITY OVER YOU, IS THE PRETENSE THAT THEY KNOW MORE THAN YOU DO.

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The Monkey Index:

I am very aware how many of you think that since I do not put out messages often (such as several times a week), that I am worthless in the fight to stop the so-called Homosexuals from becoming the domineering tyrants that they want to be.

Well folks, those things already ARE domineering tyrants. Using their favorite puppet (HObama The Magnificent Pervert), they have installed the first Queer Government in the history of this planet -- right here in this dying heap of decay that was once called America.

AND -- they are VERY DOMINEERING -- as you have noticed.

I, on the other hand, am interested in revolution and the root causes of why and how this all happened -- as well as writing the history of it, as it happens. I harp upon the root causes, because knowing that will help future generations of Humans avoid the maladies and dementias and queer traps that ruined the current generations. Such as, going to public schools -- which is one of the single most terrible and awful things that could ever happen to a young Human.

Hence the race is on, and it is not for which side can put out the most information in the shortest time. Especially, when you realize that the 'information' being put out by the Satanic and Queer Lying-Dead is indeed all lies.

The race, is to see which side can become the most solid and united and educated -- in the following ways:

THEM -- all minions and voter/followers and idiots, must be filled to skull capacity with the same sequential flow of lies. Which is to say, Queer Propaganda always changes due to the needs for new lies in new situations -- which they do not control (but wish they controlled). Those new lies often contradict and reverse former lies from the Queer Propagandists. Therefore, in the empty skulls of their slaves, the idea must be planted (across the board) that the only lies that matter are the lies of the moment. The slaves of the SQLD must be programmed for zero retention of former lies (thus reducing their memory capacities to almost nothing); and then possessed with an emphasis instead, and a fanatical and violent false-importance upon -- the Lie of the Moment. That, is what must be achieved uniformly within the ranks of 'Them'.

US -- we have a different problem. For those of us who never went to public schools, and for those who rebelled in public schools (which I am forever happy to say includes myself, and I do not regret one minute of that rebellion); our skulls are filled with something that is permanently forbidden by the Queer Medias, and the TV Turds, and the Filthy Monkeys of FM, and the hideous swine at the queer newsrags ...

Brains!

For those of us who were forced to go through public school tortures of lies, and snidely insinuations, and mental attacks from the SCUMNEA, the problem is less because the brains are less -- but the first problem is replaced proportionally with another problem, that of trying to understand what it is all about.

Brains -- like to work. Brains like to know the Truth. Which is why the SCUMNEA and the APA and the ACLU fervently want to de-brain as many Humans as they possibly can.

Brains -- are enemies to the NEA/APA/ACLU.

Our problem, is to unify the understandings inside of every cubic inch of brainpower that our Species has in working order -- to the same permanent knowledge of what Reality is in this world, and beyond to the Galaxy. There is no deliberate erasure of lies to be replaced by new lies, on our side. Instead, we are here to build massive knowledge banks in our brains that are intended to be permanent.

That, is the exact opposite of 'Them'.

Whichever side achieves their own goal, will continue to exist forever. Of course, that means that on the opposite side ('Them'), it is and will always be an existence of endless controls and manipulations by Queer Masters; under a never-ending avalanche of new lies. An existence of empty skulls with trains of falsehoods running from one ear to the other -- forever. And, of course, there will be the many psychopathic and freakish side-effects.

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I want to share with you some thoughts about how to destroy judges and lawyers.

The current 'judicial system' is a warmed-over cadaver of a long dead idea that one person or a small group of special persons (judges) is capable of dealing out justice to the masses. In the days of Old England, as depicted quite accurately by the works of Charles Dickens (Great Expectations -- A Tale Of Two Cities -- A Christmas Carol) the masses were mostly ignorant and uneducated and povertous. In such an environment, it is possible to postulate the existence of highly educated 'superiors' -- persons who are much more all-knowing about the society and the world -- and are dispensed with the talents to justly and fairly preside over the troubles and turmoils and crimes of the greater unwashed populace.

That idea was put into practice, claiming ancestry from the Byzantines, and lasted in truth until the gallows shows.

The gallows shows, were mass hangings. Not just hangings, hanging spectacles the like of which would have served as cute little side shows and curiosities if built into the outer walls of the roman arena, in the heydays of the gladiatorial games. Go inside the arena, to see the really big butchery -- or wander about outside, and view the smaller hanging parties. And, parties they were.

The original idea of 'Superior Justice', dropped dead with the hanged souls of Old London. Hangings on large scales, became a convenience for population control. Convenient to the Superiors.

Read Dickens.

As an author, that is saying much. Read Dickens.

Read Dickens! Especially, A Tale Of Two Cities.

[[Heydays -- are considered to be the times of greatest importance or greatest fame and fortune for an individual, or a society, or a phenomena. The SQLD are always trying to tell their victims that the heyday of my effects against them are over. Never will that happen. I do not exist in any framework that the SQLD can control, or measure, or manage. I do not have heydays. I have something far more powerful. I have a Species. They do not. They only have lies.]]

Nowadays -- we all know that the so-called Judges, that infest this country, are nothing more than asswipes for junkyard dogs. Their pestilence and verminous presence must be removed, at all costs.

However -- what do you replace such sickness with? A different sickness?

So far, I have just written about the need -- without explaining any further. Now, I would like to share with you some basic concepts of the replacement -- what could be the replacement.

But first, let me say that a lot more will have to be improved about this society, at the same time -- such as the immense disinterest and callous attitude that all Humans have been raised to regard their fellows with; as far as justice is concerned. A great deal more attention and effort is necessary, for the creation and maintenance of 'Human Justice For Humans', than is currently in evidence.

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The Monkey Index is something that changes from region to region, and from continent to continent. Put simply, it is a number. It is a number of Humans. It is the number at which, Humans put together for a purpose begin to become Monkeys rather than Humans. They begin to agree and subconsciously conspire -- for the purposes of getting along as a temporary tribe, and for the reason of convenience, and for the reason of lessening their own responsibility in a decision-making process. A decision making process such as a Jury would engage in.

In every state, there is a Monkey Index. Let us call it Number 'I'. 'I' is the number at which that many Humans, put together into a process, start to lose their own identities; in favor of the tribal identity of their simian nature. They start to become 'Get-Along Monkeys' -- which can be a death sentence for those on trial for their lives. If 'I', or a larger number up to the number 'WTF', is allowed in the decision-making process (Jury) then the outcome is nothing more than Russian Roulette for the accused.

WTF, is the number at which individual members of the group start to say -- "What The Fuck is this? This is a circus, not a Jury!"

Staying below 'I', is therefore an all important factor in the creation of the replacement for the existing wreckage, and broken system, of the Monkey Judges and Monkey Lawyers.

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At this point let us think in terms of blocks and fundamentals. Please turn on your imaginations.

There are the following levels in our future criminal justice system of Humans:

1. Capital Crimes -- such as murder, child abuse, treason, rape, genocide, perversion, assassination, politics, slavery, teaching of lies, kidnapping.

2. First Degree Crimes -- such as first degree arson, first degree theft, first degree conspiracy, first degree lying, first degree drug dealing, first degree media dealing, first degree perversion dealing, first degree politics dealing, first degree self-abuse with drugs, first degree self-abuse with medias, first degree self-abuse with perversions, non-negligent murder, bribery of politicians, computer crime, political harassment, perjury.

3. Ordinary Crimes -- such as all of the above, without the first degree; propaganda, politics, usury, assault and battery, drug distribution, media distribution, perversion distribution, politics distribution, sexual assault, accessory to dealing, aiding and abetting dealing, common bribery, embezzlement, extortion, identity theft, prostitution.

4. Felonies -- such as alcoholism, driving to endanger, forgery, vandalism, fraud, larceny-theft, weapons violations, aggravated assault, driving while intoxicated, counterfeiting, stolen property, shoplifting, tax evasion.

5. Misdemeanors -- such as petty theft, disobeying traffic signals, parking violations, loitering, disorderly conduct, drunkenness, liquor violations, disturbing the peace, voting.

6. Nuisances -- bumbling, stupidity, idiocy, nudity, repeated annoyances.

In every province, state, and territory there is that maximum number of people who can gather together into a group, such as a Jury, and still avoid the monkeyness of losing their own minds; in favor of the group mind -- the 'Group Think'. We will call that -- Number H. H, is 'I' minus one.

For the sake of this discussion -- let us say that we are living in a state where the Number H is 8.

For crime levels 4-6 -- 1H = 8. Eight people grouped together into a Jury, decide the outcome of the cases at levels 4-6. NO Monkey Judge makes any decisions ...

BECAUSE THERE ARE NO MONKEY JUDGES!!!!!!!!!!

Instead, there is a procedural monitor that makes sure that the procedures are carried out by the 1H. That monitor, has utterly no powers other than to assure that all procedures are followed in the judgment, and to stop the proceedings if there is a serious violation of the procedures.

The 1H make the decisions, no one else.

Naturally, the 1H is comprised of citizens from as wide a range of choices as is possible; and the defendant has the privilege of removing from the Jury those persons whom he or she knows to be hostile and biased against him or her.

Crime levels 4-6 are decided by a 1H Jury, making matters quite simple.

Now, here is where our new system differs radically from anything that has come before.

For Crime level 3 (Ordinary Crimes) a total of 2H is required for the Jury (16).

For Crime level 2 (First Degree Crimes) a total of 3H is required for the Jury (24).

For Crime level 1 (Capital Crimes) a total of 4H is required for the Jury (32).

STOP!

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It is not just the numbers that are different.

Remember -- 'I'.

The number of persons on the Jury must not exceed 'H'! Which is one less than 'I'.

'I' must never be reached by a Jury! 'I' is the number at which individuality is lost!

So ..... how can you have 32 people involved in judging a case?

That question is what was bothering me, when I came up with the solution. I was thinking about monkeyness, and how large numbers of people rapidly lose themselves to the group -- to group think, and mass hysteria.

I was saying to myself -- "Any number of people too large will always become one mass of thought -- if they are in the same tree ..."

And then, I realized the answer.

Separate trees.

Thirty-two Humans can think independently, and fairly, if the number 'H' is observed.

If 'H' equals 8 ... then make four trees!

Create a Chamber of Justice in which there is a courtroom, and four separate chambers built in a semi-circle to one side. Divide the Jury Boxes by concrete walls six feet thick, separated from the courtroom by bulletproof glass, and devised so that no jurist can see any other jurist that is not in his or her own Jury. Each jurist will see his or her own group, and no others. However, all jurists will be able to hear the questions of all jurists, and hear the answers from the courtroom.

STOP!

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There is also the matter of how the decision making process is made. Let us take a Capital Crime for example. A murder is claimed. A defendant is before the court as the suspect. He or she has no Monkey Lawyer. Nor, is there a Monkey Lawyer against him or her. Instead -- he or she is assumed by the Species to be Innocent Until Proven Guilty. The burden of the proof is upon the Species.

That means the proof has to be presented to the Juries (4) by the investigators of the crime. Nothing is presented to a Judge.

THERE ARE NO MONKEY JUDGES ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!

IF -- the defendant is capable of defending himself or herself, then he or she may speak to the Juries, and contest the accusations of the investigators.

IF -- the defendant claims that evidence and witnesses that are needed are not presented -- it is the duty of the Species to find such evidence and witnesses.

IF -- the defendant is incapable of self-defense, or tries to defend himself or herself and fails, and/or the Species fails to provide the evidence and witnesses that the defendant claims for defense --

PAY ATTENTION --

A TEAM OF 1H SIZE WILL BE ASSIGNED BY THE MONITOR TO ASSIST THE DEFENDANT.

Exactly like the Juries, the 1H team for the defense will be drawn from persons as far and wide as is possible. They will be charged by the court to investigate the case, and do everything they can to save the defendant -- up to and including presenting information and evidence to the 4H Juries, and answering their questions.

STOP!

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The decision -- is made by numbers alone.

There is no cheerleading, because there is no audience in the courtroom.

The entire Species can watch the proceedings, remotely. The entire Species can voice their opinions, separately. But, the process of justice is to be devoid of interruptions and mayhem.

If the decision of the court is in favor of the defendant, and it is not accepted by the Species, the decision can be overthrown by the Species. At which time, all persons of the original court must be tried individually, including investigators and law enforcement officials.

If the Species refuses to accept a judgment of the court against the defendant -- the Species can claim 'Sanctuary For The Defendant' -- whereupon the defendant becomes a ward of the Species itself.

So .... what does it take to make a decision?

Three-fourths of 1H (6 out of 8), 2H (12 out of 16), 3H (18 out of 24), or 4H (24 out of 32). That is in total. The count is tallied from all H groups.

As in our example murder case, at the end of the presentations of all claims and evidences the juries convene for discussions (totally separately), and then return to vote (totally separately). The total of all votes is what is taken for the final count.

STOP!

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It takes a 3/4 vote of guilty, to convict a defendant of murder. It also takes a 3/4 vote of innocence, to acquit a defendant of murder. Likewise, any Capital Crime.

What if the count was 20 guilty and 12 innocent? Or, 20 innocent and 12 guilty? It takes a count of 24 to condemn or acquit a person at the Capital Crimes level.

I have thought about this for a few days, and I have decided that the best route to take is one retrial.

The entire process has to be done again -- but only once. The Species, as represented by the prosecuting officials, has one more chance to condemn the defendant. Essentially, it is up to the prosecuting law enforcement officials to say whether this happens or not. They have one more chance to convict the accused.

If they fail to achieve a 3/4 vote of guilty the second time, then regardless of the numbers the accused goes free, and can never be tried for that set of accusations again -- forever.

The prosecuting officials may just decide to waive the second trial, since any result less than a 3/4 majority in their favor will result in a total defeat.

In that case the accused is freed, and can never be tried again for that set of accusations -- forever.

When you scale this down to the 1H level, I would say that one trial is enough. No second chances. Either 6 out of 8 vote guilty, or it is all over and the accused can never be tried for that set of accusations again -- forever.

However, I would definitely retain the option for the defendant to call upon a 1H team of defenders. That includes at the Nuisance Level.

Hear me -- some people are fragile and delicate, they cannot stand up to the insanities and hysteria of society -- they are poor in their dealings with the rest of us -- to the point of being held unaccountable to begin with. To them, to be accused of being a nuisance, and to be labeled a nuisance, could be shocking and ruinous. Therefore, the 1H defense option must be retained throughout the system, even at the Nuisance Level.

In some states and provinces and territories, the Nuisance Level itself may be too much of a nuisance to maintain; and will be eliminated.

Read Dickens.

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As to the matters of punishments. One of the most horrendous aspects of having an oligarchy of Monkey Judges trying to rule the world, is that those things always base the penalties that they dish out depending upon the amount of funding, bribes, fame, and perks that they receive from the opponents in any case that is damned enough to come before them. That all stops with the Human Justice System. All categories of crime levels 1-4 would be divided into sublevels according to punishments. For instance, murder would carry the death penalty, life inside a television, life inside a prison, or life in a prison ship with the possibility of parole. The law enforcement officials (not lawyers, because there are none) would choose which level of murder they are claiming against the defendant. Once the trial begins, the level cannot be changed. That totally eliminates the prostitution possibilities for would-be lawyers and would-be judges. Therefore, their kind would cease to exist purely from lack of profit opportunities.

There would be no appeals to a Higher Court by those convicted. There would be no Higher Courts. Nothing is higher than the Human Species. The failure to realize that, is one of the fundamental reasons why the current Bogus System is so utterly ruined and worthless and anti-justice and anti-Human. The creation of Higher Courts and Appeals courts is nothing more than an attempt to spread the already profligated oligarchy of the Monkey Judges.

I would like to elaborate about this; but, as I have said, I am busy with another writing. I will say however, that one thing is enormously obvious from all of this. Given a Human Justice System, less than half of the Black Males in prisons today would be there. Remember what I just said, the Monkey Judges base all of their decisions upon what? What did I just say?

Repeat -- the amount of funding, bribes, fame, and perks that they receive from the opponents in any case that is damned enough to come before them.

Also, at this time, a felony (level 4) conviction strips any citizen of the right to own and bear arms. That right is far too precious to be removed for a mere felony. The removal of the right to own and bear arms will have to be raised to crime level 3 -- Ordinary Crimes. Raise all domestic violence to the level of Ordinary Crimes.

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Of course, all Monkeys will demand that any such Human Justice is 'illegal'. Translation -- "Ruinous to our Money Tree!" Those things will do everything that they can to prevent all Humans from ever having Human Justice.

Slavery is, after all, supposed to be slavery!

For your last question -- "How do we ever create such a Human Justice System?" The answer is -- Autonomy.

Autonomy, is the key to the entire future of the Human Species. Autonomy from the hideous government of the Satanic and Queer Lying-Dead.

Monkeys would also try to circumvent the Human Justice System by having a separate Monkey Prison System, to which all Humans found guilty would have to be turned over -- never to be seen again. But, with Autonomy comes Humanity and the expelling of all Monkeys.

You see -- there is much more to fight for in a revolution, than our enemies want you to think there is.

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I am creating more Truth for you right now, and believe me, you will find out all about it soon enough.

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Markel Peters

Friday, August 1, 2014

Hey--Give Me A Break -- 08-01-2014:

History repeats itself -- even when it is extremely bad -- so give me a break. The latest link in a Sinister Chain of pre-planned attacks against us, is not worthy of my comment.

I do not care about any Queer Laws that some more Monkey Judges have made. I told you many times before this, that you have to stop the Queershit -- everywhere -- always.

Butt -- it is your life! If you like swimming in Queershit -- just do nothing.

All of you should be protesting at every office of every Monkey Lawyer in the country, about those illegal Queer Laws. Every 'federal' court building should have 100,000 Humans at it every day, protesting.

No Monkey Lawyer, or Monkey Judge, should be able to walk from a building to a vehicle without needing QueerSwat Teams to shoot Humans for it. When those scum try to pass off the cost, of so many hired killers, onto all of you as taxes -- refuse. When they sic the QueerSwats onto your populations for not paying those Queer Taxes -- have a Revolution.

That is one sure way to start a Revolution.

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You should be having mass rallies against all forms of Monkey Lawyers and Monkey Judges. And, what are you doing instead? You are listening to (and obeying) Lawyers, who are only interested in preserving their own profession and their own incomes. Lawyers, who tell you that you must fight IN the courts -- instead of AGAINST the courts. Because, their filthy profession depends upon the courts!

The way to fight AGAINST the courts -- is OUTSIDE of the courts -- NOT INSIDE!!!!

That, is the last thing that any Lawyer wants -- no matter what it says, or what side it pretends to be on.

Which means, Your Humanity is the last thing that they could care about. That goes for each and every so-called Lawyer.

What you need are highly trained and skilled Lawyer Destroyers, and Judge Destroyers. Anti-Anti-life Humans, trained and equipped to stop and disable and reverse and cripple and diminish and control Monkeys, in and out of courts.

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Meanwhile, I am busy.

And, you are IDLE!!!!!!!!!!

[[Keep lists of all of those Queer Laws, and the numbers.]]

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Oh, by the way -- no Monkey will read this. The only thing that those vermin care about is that -- YOU DID NOTHING AFTER THEY RAPED YOU!!!!!!!!!!

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Markel Peters

Thursday, July 17, 2014

The Dream -- 07-17-2014:

I have not forgotten any of my readers. I am up to my hair follicles in two deep studies right now. I will send them out as soon as I can.

I recently had a dream which I will share with you. It is obvious to me that my studies at this time were a factor in this dream, as well as were the criminal acts of the SQLD against the People of Colorado.

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I am driving a large and blue semi-truck.

I am driving at night in a rain, the night is pitch black without any moonshine from above. I am driving in a countryside region with many elevations and natural features. I am driving through many forests and over many hills to get to my destination. I am at the end of a long roadtrip, and I am having trouble seeing where I am going.

I am driving the truck to a large factory situated on a wide hilltop. I did not know that, but it does not bother me as I have gone to such places before. In the darkness, I can just see (in the headlights) that the factory has many white buildings, and is situated above the town that is near to it. A road without lights leads straight up the hillside from the town to the factory, which has many long buildings to it. There is a big empty lot next to the factory, on the side just to the left of the buildings. The hill is one of many hills in that area. I arrive there the night before the scheduled morning appointment time for this delivery.

That is not unusual, so I park the rig in the large empty lot next to the factory, and I go to sleep in the truck. The next morning, I wake up and go into the factory to find the shipping/receiving office.

The factory is one and two and three storied, in a kind of duplex fashion. It has very large floor spaces, made of very thick concrete, that are quite smooth. Massive I-beams support a high roof of steel that changes up and down with the floor levels.

There is an air of silence and clinical emptiness in the factory. I notice it once I am inside. This is not surprising. I have gone to many factories and warehouses only to find them empty, or everyone is off in one corner having lunch and so forth. Here, there does not seem to be any offices to be found. Long lines of green and stainless steel machines are to be seen, but no people and no offices. I look about and find no one.

I return to the rig, and the trailer is gone. I am concerned about the freight delivery, so I search everywhere for the trailer; but I cannot find it. It is fully light now, and I go back into the factory. In another section of the buildings, I find many twisted corpses on the floor. The air inside has the smell of blood and burnt flesh. There is much machinery in the factory, but the assembly floors are huge and not cramped. The equipment exists in long columns down the center of each floor, and along the sides of the rooms. I do not know what the factory does.

I start to see people running through the factory from some peril. They are random people of all descriptions. Few of them appear as though they would be working at this factory. They run in such a way that they are partly silhouetted against a lighter background, but I can still see their frightened features.

I ignore the peril, whatever it is, and I go outside. I return to the parking lot where the truck is. Then, on the side of the factory (near the lot) I see a loading dock. I fly to the loading area inside the building. On the loading dock is an army lieutenant, in a khaki uniform and wearing an officer’s hat, who has taken delivery. The trailer is gone, I never see it again.

The delivery freight is dozens of washing machines. The army lieutenant is hastily ripping open as many washing machine cartons as he can to stop the peril. I look at him, and say something which I cannot remember. He continues to slash open the cartons with a knife.

I return to the factory. I walk into a wide and very long assembly area that runs lengthwise from the front of the factory towards the hills in the background. There, I am attacked by diseased people. I try to reason with about ten of them, that if they stay Human they will not die. They are near dead already, and very disheveled. Their faces are gaunt and drawn with prolonged fear and terror. Their hair and clothes are in disarray and torn. They want my help as much as to attack me, but they are worse than exhausted, and their eyes are walking tightropes over oblivion.

One man desperately crawls into a long mass of stainless steel equipment, along the wall to my left. He crawls on his knees and tries to turn on a faucet inside the machinery. He reaches the faucet and turns it on and off. Water sprays everywhere, but he turns it on and off because he changes from life to death.

I am very close to him, and I tell him to leave the faucet on. Others around us drop dead. He falls back and sits against the wall clutching the knob of the faucet. He dies in a dirty white shirt. I get up and walk to the other side of the mass of equipment, which extends out past the wall where the dead man sits.

There is a woman standing there, or rather hopping there, up and down. She is not beautiful but not ugly, with wild yellow hair. She is about 5' 9" clothed in a flower dress of heavy material and in her 40's. She is laughing to herself and determined to flood the factory. She grasps a lever on a large fire hydrant and opens it, water rushes out onto the factory floor. She is showered with light from above, that reflects in many ways off of her and the water that streams out onto the factory floor. She is laughing, but she is fearing.

I begin to feel the doom coming. It is pressing in upon us from the hills. It is totally alien and menacing. It is an alien death, and it is moving towards the factory. It is coming from the hills out back, and is approaching the hill that the factory has been sitting on for many years. Outside, the day begins to rain and a fog rises in the rain. The skies lose their light, and all paths and roads up to the factory are shrouded in dark mists. Then, the fog turns dark too.

I go to the showers. There is a men's locker room in an older part of the factory, and many shower rooms there. It is in the back of the factory, on the side facing the nearby hills. The death is intensifying, and I can feel it trying to lock onto me as it nears the factory. The factory walls are old, and now they seem to be very thin and weak. I can see through the walls to a pathway that leads up to the factory from the hills. In the depths of the dark, the death is slowly moving up the pathway, filling all sides of it; and inside of that walks a very tall thing. I have seen that thing before. I know it is approaching, but I refuse to be hurried.

The factory walls begin to ooze the doom, as the main body of the death wave approaches. I take a shower, and I am determined not to die. The situation seems to be precarious, it is like being perched on the edge of an abyss. I have been in this situation before. I finish my shower and wrap up in towels. Outside, in the locker room I find there is a shorter and thinner man, bald and in his thirties and wrapped in white towels. He sits on a wooden bench under a single light bulb, and next to a green tiled wall. His feet are off the floor, and he says he refuses to die. The feeling of oppression is growing, and he is extremely under duress. I leave him to take his shower.

Once outside of the factory, I begin to float. In the dim light I fly past the truck to see if it is alright, then I fly to the top of the road that leads to the town below. The top of the hill is now covered by darkness, but the road breaks out into star light about halfway down the hill. I can see down the wide and tree-lined roadway to the main street of the town. The town looks like ten thousand other towns, with brick storefronts along both sides of a single wide street. Somewhere down there are a drug store, post office, market, hardware store, cafe, gas station, feed store and a small town square with a civil war cannon. So far, the catastrophe has not reached the town.

I turn back to the factory. Many large openings show me the interior which is very well lit. The excretion has arrived, and is trying to come into the factory; but the water and the wild woman are keeping it out. I can see through the factory, and I can see that the 'thing' is behind it all and walking around the right side of the buildings to reach the road down to the town. The metal outer walls of the buildings spark and flash and melt wherever it walks, but the I-beams do not and the water rejects it, so the factory floor and all of its equipment remain undamaged. An enormous pressure of death and mindless stillness presses down upon and into everything.

It reaches the top of the hill where I am. It is ten feet tall and three feet wide, and humanoid without eyes. I wonder why the hill is not crushed by its weight. In its presence, every cubic inch of airspace must weigh a thousand tons or more. Air cannot move where the thing is, and luckily I do not need to breathe. For a moment I worry about the truck, but I remember not to worry. I am suspended several feet above the road, and the thing tries to walk through me. It is ten feet tall and vaguely humanoid, with spikes coming straight up out of its head. It is sharply cut out of time and space. It is an animated opening into a place of total death, but it is sharply cut out of space and time. It has sharp borders, there is nothing fuzzy about it. It is the cut outline of some thing, but not the thing itself. It is the emptiness without the thing that occupies it.

I see that the outline of it moves and turns and shifts, so I determine that there is something inside of the outline that cannot be seen. It must be transparent, and through it I can see into the nothingness that it comes from. Through it, I can see an existence where lifelessness is life, and all is anti-universe. The death that it comes from has a weight and a presence that is murderous. An enormous and stifling asphyxiation descends upon me as it nears. I cannot understand how it can exist inside of such incredible forces. How can it move? How can I move?

I feel my spirit surrounding my heart, so it cannot be touched by the thing. I remember that it exists at absolute zero, and infinite heat, at the same time. What it does not evaporate, it freezes.

The hilltop forest around the factory cannot stand the pain, and the trees scream and burst into flames. A vast fireball ascends into the air over the hill, all trees burn white and yellow where they stood. As torches they illuminate the entire hilltop, the scene becomes that of flashing contrasts and beams of fire and shadows, and the 'thing'.

The thing is mindless of any of this, and blindly tries to walk through me (killing me) to reach the road down to the town. The road beneath it fractures and evaporates as it moves, revealing that it does not need earthly support; for it does not fall as the ground beneath it disappears.

I will not move. I am frozen in resistance and the thing stops when it touches me. The intensity is almost blinding, the pressures beyond description. It is a state of being far too close to an open blast furnace; as though having fallen into one and able to realize it for the last second before dying -- but the second never ends. I am closer than face to face with the 'thing' -- it's outline and existence is actually pressed against my face.

Then, water splashes onto its back. The wild blond woman has thrown a big bucket of water onto it from behind. This makes no sense to me. The thing is an opening alive. Through it will flow the torrent from its world, of death upon the town. The water should fly into it, and through it, to its terrible place of origin. Instead, the water splashes onto it. The woman giggles with glee, and cackles for me to go to the town. She turns in her steps, and another big bucket of water appears for her to grab. She throws this onto the thing and turns to get another. An endless procession of big yellow water buckets appear behind her, hovering in the air in a line.

The thing is stopped, but does not know how. It tries to turn on the woman, towering over her, but it cannot face the water. The secretion of disaster, that came up the far side of the hill with the 'thing', is trying to come around the sides of the buildings now; having failed to swarm over the factory.

The intensity of death versus life here is phenomenal; all other experiences cease to exist in comparison. This is a constant and continuing time of death, the moment of death prolonged and refused.

I accept that the wild woman will succeed, and I fly down the road. There is a river down there which must be crossed before I can reach the town. The river is narrow, but the canyon in which the river flows is wide, and the bridge over all of it is long; a suspension bridge that is silver.

Rather than go to the town, I fly down into the canyon and start to go upstream to the right. The floors of the canyon are covered with trees and tall grasses. The walls of the canyon are bare dirt, and above the far side I can see some buildings of the town. This is a very typical sight.

From upstream, a column of the ooze is coming down towards the bridge. It is as wide as a football field, but flat rather than cylindrical. There is a man standing in the grasses on the factory side of the canyon. He has somewhat long blond hair. He is strongly featured, with an almost classical face from ancient Grecian times. He wears a white toga belted at the waist, and his arms are uncovered. I cannot see if he wears sandals.

He faces the doom as it fills the canyon and begins to swarm over him, but he refuses to move. Instead, he moves his arms in a thrashing way over his body. He is not pretending to be a wizard, he is using his upper body to thrash at and repel the tide of demise -- which is dark grey with swirls of sparkling anti-matter running through it. The more he flays at the ooze, the more it stops.

He begins to walk into the flow of anti-life. At this the cross-pressures are too much for the trees of the valley, and they ignite and surge into flames of many colors. The sides of the canyon cannot take the pressures either, and begin to powderize. A violent torrent of wind rises up from the canyon taking the walls with it. Everything that is not rooted to the canyon disintegrates, and is caught by the huge torrent of white hot wind that now dwarfs the town itself with a tall column of dark billowing smoke and ashes.

At the base of the holocaust, down in the canyon, is the blond-haired man in the toga. He is walking upstream into the flowing anti-matter, beating upon it with his arms above him as he goes. The flood is constantly trying to overthrow him and to rise above him and drown him. It cannot withstand his efforts, so the mass of it begins to spread outwards as if to go around him.

The canyon explodes into ground fires, as though the earth's core has risen to the surface. Upwellings of hot and shining red lava begin to fill the canyon behind the man with a purpose. The town becomes shaded and dark under a huge formation of blackness that rises from the canyon next to it. Inside the canyon, the blond-haired man in the toga assaults the tide of anti-life, and is himself immersed in a high wall of earth's lava that has now filled the canyon behind him and aligns itself with him. Thus, only the front of him protrudes from the red hot mass which moves step by step with his paces into the death. Together, as a wall of defiance they smash against the onrushing doom, face against face, atoms against atoms.

The flow of non-existence cannot coexist with such natural forces, and begins to disintegrate before them. The process of removing it will be long, and the man will walk into it and destroy it; until none is left of it, his supply of lava being endless.

I relocate to a position inside of the high arches of the bridge. I see that on top of the hill the 'thing' is trying to kill the wild woman with bolts of electricity, but she just throws buckets of water on it, and it electrocutes itself each time.

The terrible oppression of doom and dread slowly fades away.

The town is covered in ashes and debris, but it is saved.

I wake up, and the first thing that I think is -- where is the monster 'Clooney'?

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Markel Peters


THE REALITY:

ONCE THE TRUTH HAS BEEN SAID -- THEIR LIES ARE DEAD!

TRANSLATIONS--TRADUCCIONES--TRADUCTIONS--ÃœBERSETZUNGEN


I AM INCLUDING A WEBPAGE TRANSLATOR.

I HOPE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND IT IN YOUR LANGUAGE.

WHATEVER TRANSLATION IS CREATED BY THIS -- IT WILL NOT BE AS GOOD AS THE MESSAGE WAS IN THE ORIGINAL ENGLISH. THAT IS BECAUSE LANGUAGES DO NOT TRANSLATE MECHANICALLY. IT TAKES A HUMAN BRAIN TO BE ABLE TO PROPERLY TRANSLATE THE WORKS OF ANOTHER HUMAN BRAIN.

THANK YOU

TRANSLATE INTO YOUR LANGUAGE

QUEERAPSY IS HERE, AND THIS TRUTH IS NOT GOING AWAY.

I Recently Put Out A Message Entitled 'Pre-Queerapsy Levels', About The Inevitable Brain Leprosy That Happens To All Queer Media Addicts And Idiot Voters. (Same Thing)
Here Is A Web Link To The Original Document Of That Message.
Please Distribute This As Widely As Possible Throughout Our Species. It Will Help Humans Who Have To Deal With Queerapsy Victims.
Thank You
Markel Peters
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1OwHSUal4EYVBt2hlDEEdIxNYG3yJ99nx/view?usp=sharing
The original version.

IF A DEMOCRAP IS SMILING -- SOMETHING INNOCENT IS DYING!

IF A DEMOCRAP IS DYING -- SOMETHING INNOCENT IS SMILING!

COPY EVERYTHING THAT YOU CAN FROM THIS WEBSITE INTO YOUR OWN PERSONAL HARD DRIVES!!!!!!!!!!

SOON -- IF THE DEMOCRAPS HAVE THEIR WAY -- ALL OF THIS WILL BE 'FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE'.

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DEBT CLOCK IS HERE!

VIEW DEBTCLOCK TO SEE FOR YOURSELF HOW UNCARING AND VILE THE SO-CALLED GOVERNMENT OF THE POLITICS CIRCUS IS.

http://www.usadebtclock.com/

THESE ARE THE REAL NUMBERS BEHIND THE SQLD TAKEOVER OF ALL POLITICS.

HERE ARE SOME OTHER DEBT CLOCKS FOR SO-CALLED DEVELOPED COUNTRIES>>>>

http://countrymeters.info/en/Canada/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Mexico/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Venezuela/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Brazil/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Argentina/economy

http://www.nationaldebtclocks.org/debtclock/russia

http://countrymeters.info/en/Saudi_Arabia/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/South_Africa/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/India/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Taiwan_(Republic_of_China)/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Singapore/economy

http://countrymeters.info/en/Republic_of_Korea/economy

http://www.nationaldebtclocks.org/debtclock/china

http://www.nationaldebtclocks.org/debtclock/japan

http://www.australiandebtclock.com.au/

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Labels Of All Posted Messages--A Way To Search Through Messages By Labels

Fakery and Fake Fakery

Fakery and Fake Fakery

Chain of Evil -- still has not changed.

Chain of Evil -- still has not changed.
Chain of Evil -- still has not changed

WARNINGS

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Do not fear being tracked down to your IP. If you are not SQLD and/or malicious -- I will not track you down!

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