Wednesday, June 15, 2011



This is dedicated to God,
and to the Mountain, 
and to the people of Colorado Springs...
with much love.

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I never dreamed when I started writing this that it would ever be so long; at last check, the straight text filled about 50 pages.  It is long, and contains practically everything that I know -- and I know A LOT.  If you read it entirely, look at every picture, view every movie, and click every link...YOU will know a lot, too -- and I want that for you.  It is so important that as many of us as possible know the truth, and share it with others.  We all benefit when we're all on the same page.  If you disbelieve any of what I've written here, I encourage, and indeed, urge you to research these things for yourself.
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Jeremiah 1

4 Then the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,
5 Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.
6 Then said I, Ah, Lord GOD! behold, I cannot speak: for I am a child.
7 But the LORD said unto me, Say not, I am a child: for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
8 Be not afraid of their faces: for I am with thee to deliver thee, saith the LORD.
9 Then the LORD put forth his hand, and touched my mouth. And the LORD said unto me, Behold, I have put my words in thy mouth.
10 See, I have this day set thee over the nations and over the kingdoms, to root out, and to pull down, and to destroy, and to throw down, to build, and to plant.

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Some things are indisputable; we all pretty much agree, for instance, that Colorado Springs is one of the prettiest places on the planet. I've spent my whole life here, and yet, what I see when I look out to the west is so beautiful that I can hardly believe it's real. Also, though for me right now $16 dollars is a goodly amount of money, and for Jan Tanner $16,000 is always so much chump-change, we can all pretty much agree that $160 million dollars is A LOT of money for anybody.

Other things are less certain. The 70’s, for instance, might not have been all that cool to someone who lost his legs in ‘Nam, or for the two little girls Linda – Lovelace and Blair – each of whom appeared in a single blockbuster movie that would define them as either a whore or a monster, for the rest of their lives.

But I was really young during the 70’s, and remember those years as groovy; it was the innocence of my life. I remember the moon landing, and the first Sesame Street episodes…I remember Tang being the drink of the astronauts. In so many ways, things were just kinder, gentler…

I have an affinity for the way things used to be -- and for good reason. Things were cooler then, especially television, radio and school.  I think that America and Americans were better then.  

There was a song back in the 80's called "You Don't Have To Take Your Clothes Off (To Have A Good Time) -- and really, you don't.  Maybe only married folks  know that there are other things in life besides sex.  I'm a little hard of hearing, and as such, a wrong-word song singer; the shock I'd feel upon finally hearing a lyric clearly is what stopped me from listening to the radio altogether.  How dismaying, that the ears of our young people are being filled with such garbage.  What ever happened to dating, and dancing, and drive-in movies, and roller skating? 

What ever happened to innocence? 

I suppose I ought to be thankful that I'm even able to remember the bygone time of my own innocence.  But really -- it's enough to make a grown person bitter...and bitterness doesn't just go away; it often lingers like a bad taste in the mouth. I'm still bitter over school and pool closures, and the boat made out of black people.  These city VIPs of hypocrisy say otherwise in public just to save face, but their passive-aggressive hostility towards those the darker persuasion is racism so thinly-veiled, it might be better if they just go on and come out with it.  I suspect I know why they hate on black folks so blatantly and egregiously:  JEALOUSY…and this Soul Train clip illustrates just one of the many reasons why -– y’all know y’all can’t dance!!

That's right, fools: don't playa hate: congratulate; celebrate; hell, imitate.

Television especially seemed sweet back when I was a kid. There was Buffy and Jody, Jan and Marcia, Scooby Doo and Shaggy, and Shazam and Isis...

...and Thank God there was Isis to teach us our first lessons in diversity.

Back then the city had several water slides, which were cool as heck.  There was a really tall one at the intersection of Garden of the Gods and I-25, and one just past Mushroom Mondays on the way into front of a tiny putt-putt golf course, and next to the totally happening Miracle House -- an odd little optical illusion house that made you believe water could flow uphill.  

When we moved back to the Springs from New York, I threw together an impromptu daytrip there for me and our two kids.  I drove past where I remembered it stood, and became disoriented; I turned around and drove past twice more, rubbing my eyes and wondering if I was lost.  Finally, I drove up to where I through the complex once stood, and all that was left were some of the putt-putt golf holes; had it not been for those, there'd have been absolutely no trace that it ever existed...and we left dejected for manifold reasons.  

When I think of how much fun the water slides were, I feel a far-away ache in my being, though I suppose there hasn't been a water slide in the city for a pretty long time.   Now that summer is upon us, the swimmers in Colorado Springs are just now feeling the city's decision to close all of its swimming pools is just now being felt.  Pain, delayed.  

A mere handful of water-related attractions remain for the people of and visitors to Colorado Springs, and except for Cottonwood Creek, nowhere that one can submerge him or herself in water; only fountains...which is kinda like comparing swimming to running through the sprinkler.

Uncle Wilber's Fountain in Acacia Park is wildly popular; beloved enough that private donations have spared it from the budgetary chopping each time the City has cried poor and threatened to shut off the water.

My kids and I visited Uncler Wilber's Fountain for the first time last August, and over the course of about five weks, we went two or three times.  I must admit, I was a little weirded our by it at first; my kids also seemed to hesitate...and while they warmed up to it during our subsequent visits, I did not -- each time, becoming uncomfortably aware of the same vague strangeness, and it lingered with me...staying on my mind.

At one point in my musings, I felt God instruct me to look at Acacia Park from the sky...and to expect to see an eye.  I procrastinated with it for a couple of weeks...and when I eventually did look at the park, I didn't perceive anything particularly ocular there.*

* Maybe not an eye...but something; see "Looking In, Looking Out"

But it did lead me to look at another park I'd always found curious, even in its preliminary design stages -- America the Beautiful Park.

God instructs us all, on various sundry things, every day -- we just don't realize it's Him talking...or even that we can listen for Him. I guess atheists would refer to what I'm talking about as a "hunch" or a "feeling"...

but probably only those who have experienced minor miracles -- who dreamed a dream that came true, for instance, or who decided the line was too long at the World Trade Center and chose instead to visit the Empire State Building -- are able to contemplate whether the inner voice that urged them to zig instead of zag had actually been the whisper of a skyscraper-sized angel.

What about all of those people who died at Ground Zero, then...
why was the line shorter for them...?

I don’t know.  

I know man and Satan had everything to do with it; evenso, wondering about these things strikes fear and doubt in my soul...and when that happens,  I grit my teeth and cling ever tighter to my faith.  I count myself lucky that God revealed Himself to me; grateful to no longer be a skeptic; comforted to have faith and believe in Him.  I know He watches over me.  

As fearlessly as this man fell, he must have entrusted his soul to God.  God was with him; God was with every one of those He is with every one of us -- whether we realize it, believe it, understand it, or not.  The Bible says that in the end, every question will be answered...and He will wipe away every tear. 

Though it’s taken time and practice, I’ve learned to listen for His silent voice.  I don’t always hear it...but when I do, I try to follow His instructions. I always regret it when I pay no heed; I'm always grateful when I obey.  

And so on this occasion, I looked where God pointed, and I did see an eye -- a great big one -- and I remember gasping audibly and feeling a horrible sense of hometown innocence, forever lost.

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America the Beautiful Park has always been such an oddity in my book. I remember reading about its construction back in 1999, when the SCIP measure was passed, and thinking “An $11 million dollar park? There?!? Why???”

After all, it seems quite an unfortunate location. Its western boundary is Interstate 25, and its northern boundary is Highway 24, and these are not exactly the quietest of byways. To the south of the park is the Drake Power Plant, with its billowing clouds of electric steam byproducts…and to the east are the Union-Pacific Railroad tracks. Odd – there’s hardly a thing pastoral about any of these landmarks.

As by now you may know, I have a tendency to research the hell out of things that pique my curiosity, and the park certainly qualified.

First, I researched the Conejos District that the City demolished in order to build the park. This low-income area seemed to draw migratory and low-income people from the beginning, starting with Jewish immigrants, then Hispanics and Black laborers…continuing on to this day, considering the “campers” and tent village people that recently irked the City muckety-mucks so much.

The area has primarily retained its Spanish cultural flavorings. Some houses there were nicer than others, but many were of the ramshackle variety. Evenso, there were many low-income peoples who called that place home, raised their families there, and took their children to play at Conejos Park. Though I do not have any photographs of it, nor do I personally remember it, I’ve been told by several people that a particularly notable feature of the park was a very large slide that was in the shape of a dragon.

I used to work for the founder of the Fallen Fire Fighter Memorial; though his career as a firefighter gave him a nice life, I always got the sense he grew up rather poor and uneducated. He was way old school, with a habit of backward utterances; by way of example, I was pregnant when I worked there, and he told me his wife could hardly wait for the baby to be born…because she loved to collect monkey stuff like I now collect spider stuff, and hence “loved black babies cuz to her they look just like little baby monkeys."

He committed what to me is one of the seven deadly sins: he took my work of words without paying, and moreover gave credit to another...firing me while I was out on maternity leave, and all I got was a lousy t-shirt…

...well, not exactly. My great and hilarious friend Robert Troy Moore used to stay up late with me, folding the newsletter I used to produce for the Memorial, and was outraged by my termination. He took it upon himself to enter the office building and approach my old boss, demanding a copy of the Annual Observance booklet I'd put together but failed to get a copy well as a T-shirt...acting like a strange crazy man, and angrily claiming that "My Grandpappy Was A Fallen Firefighter!" before vanishing as oddly as he had appeared. I treasure the T-shirt and cherish this bitter and sweet memory to this day…and thank God for this quiet opportunity to diss my old boss a little after all this time.

One always wants to think that cops and firefighters are heroes 24/7, but the stories my old boss often told were either so horrible as to give me nightmares, or so perverted as to cause l’il ol’ me to sit and blush in embarrassed silence. He knew a lot about our city's history -- especially the smarmier parts...and would become animated as he related them to me.

An occult symbol/tool used in magick; notice "conejos" to the east 

It was from him that I first learned of the tunnels and caves that riddle the swath of land that stretches from Manitou Springs through the Crystal Hills, and along Gold Camp and Old Stage Roads through Bear Creek Canyon. As he told it, people from three distinct groups could often be found underground: prostitutes and their clients, bootleggers and gangsters, and black magic practitioners. The Gazette did a story a long while back that addressed the rumored secret rituals, devil worship, and human sacrifice...and some time afterward, the tunnels were supposedly sealed.

Conejos” means “rabbit” in Spanish, and as best I can tell, the area was once the City’s red light district -- the party zone that separated Colorado Springs from Old Colorado City and Manitou.  I have since learned the area was once known as "Little Mexico."

Years ago the “Cotton Club” was located there; its owner Fannie Mae Duncan was probably one of the few black female businesswomen in Colorado Springs at that time. The musical acts that played her club were often internationally-known, and since it wasn’t segregated, it was a popular place for tolerant souls and music lovers to mix, dance and mingle amongst the races. Evenso, there’s also much tell of prostitution, gambling, and bootlegging; the Gazette ran an article that mentioned the quiet “arrangements” Ms. Duncan had in place with the local police…and no doubt, she knew plenty of secrets about powerful people.

Plans to build in the Conejos District had been a topic of serious discussion since as far back as the 1970’s.  At one point, the city considered installing a one-stop homeless complex there, but the people who resided in the area pitched a fit, and the project was shut down.  Once the City decided the area was blighted and in need of some urban renewal, however, they begged, borrowed and stole to gain control of the real estate there, including citing eminent domain. The plan was to construct something there called City Gate, which was to include a hotel, an arena, an upscale housing complex, etc.

All of it, so illogical.  Who comes up with these names anyway?  Confluence Park...America the Beautiful Park, City Gate?  STUPID.  The "mall" for the homeless was shelved, and all of the frou-frou talk about a baseball diamond, convention center, and skyscraper faded from memory.  And after all of this time, the only noticeable "improvement" to the area is the park. 

Nor'wood Development's artist's rendition of Colorado Springs City Gate; America the Beautiful Park is to the left.

I'm not the first to raise questions regarding the purpose, placement, and value of America the Beautiful Park.

John Hazelhurst

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From Google Earth Historical Imagery, 1999 - 2009

Here lately, there’s been an awful lot of talk about the hate crimes of Christianity, and of the comparative harmlessness of some the “nature-based faiths," primarily Wicca, Paganism, and Shamanism. I find that most people really don’t pay much attention or care…just as long as taxpayer monies aren’t spent to support any of them; just as long as there’s always a separation between church and state.

i believe the people who rolled the rocks there, also put the cross there
That Wiccan worship circle up at the Air Force Academy has been made to sound simply like a small group of young men and women whose strong faith in nature inspired them to roll a bunch of heavy rocks into a circular formation so they could all sit around a fire and pray to the sky and to the trees and to the rocks.

But wolves so often arrive wearing sheep’s clothing. I tell you now that anything associated with Mikey Weinstein is something about which I am HELLA suspicious, and I'd not be at all surprised to learn that the gigantic cross that suddenly went missing from the Veteran’s memorial in the Mojave Desert is hanging upside-down in his basement.

“Come, come, Spydra, you're a smart gal; embrace your inner free-thinker…don’t allow your irrational faith in Christianity to unfairly bias you against these tree-huggin' folks.”  OK; I’ll go a step further, and embrace my inner soothsayer, for as I told you, I once was one. Actually, I always walk hand-in-hand with her…Amethyst…having learned from her, and from the cards that she read.

I always felt a bit uneasy about my “fortune telling” and always prayed to God that He'd help me to read the cards accurately. Read them I did, and I put them down after two terrifyingly accurate readings about two very dear friends...including one in which I foresaw the suicide of my friend Robert Troy Moore -- whom I will forever love and never forget, but could not help -- and though I can already hear the tsk-tskers, I hold the music of Marilyn Manson partly responsible for his death.

So, let’s say that I’m looking at this whole situation dualistically, with my Christian right eye on one side, and my Left Hand Path left eye on the other. It’s not as hard as it might sound, you know; I grew up seeing things from both the white side and the black side...and after all, Christians aren't the only one who have a belief in the supernatural.

What exactly does the one-eye symbolize? Well, a one-eyed god can be found in many belief systems…the drag of it is that they're all sorta malevolent; well, I guess that's subjective, but think of the Cyclops of Greece, or Wotan and Odin – two different names for the same Scandinavian one-eyed god that gave us the word Wednesday, and is revered by the Nazis. Muslims happen to believe that the antichrist is one-eyed. Yes, we are talking about the same single eye at the top of the pyramid on the back of our dollar bill.

Marilyn Manson's cyclops tattoo, Wotan, and the All-Seeing Eye

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This eye can be traced back to Egypt's Horus. the one-eyed, falcon-headed god of the sky. He was born of Osiris and Isis, a husband-and-wife pair who happened also to be brother-and-sister. They are often referred to as "the Holy Family."

Osiris was murdered by his jealous brother Set; Set then chopped Osiris into 14 pieces and spread the pieces throughout Egypt. Isis went through Egypt, gathering her husband’s body parts, finding every one but his penis. She fashioned a penis out of...something – some say an eel, a snake, or the wood of an acacia tree – and made love to her dead husband, breathing and humping life into him...until his spirit re-animated, rose up and out of him, through Isis, and finally passed into the underworld, over which he has since presided. It was in this manner that Isis became pregnant with Horus.

"The Contendings of Horus and Set" are the events Horus went through in avenging his father. Set is frequently depicted as having a boar's or a pig's head; looking upon Set's evil caused Horus to lose his eye, which another god Thoth magically restored.  The "sound" eye of Horus is indicative of the sun, whereas the "darkened" eye indicates the moon; Horus is often referred to as "He Who Has Two Eyes On His Brow."
The darkness of the Drake Power Plant makes up the Dark Eye of Horus

When we last left our superheroes,

Now afterward, (at) evening time, bed was prepared for them, and they both lay down. But during the night, Seth caused his phallus to become stiff and inserted it between Horus's thighs. Then Horus placed his hands between his thighs and received Seth's semen. Horus tightened his thighs, snapping off one of Seth's testicles, and then went to tell his mother Isis: help me, Isis, my mother, come and see what Seth has done to me. And he opened his hand(s) and let her see Seth's semen. She let out a loud shriek, seized the copper (knife), cut off his hand(s) that were equivalent and threw them into the marsh. Then she fetched some fragrant ointment and applied it to Horus's phallus. She caused it to become stiff and inserted it into a por, and he caused his semen to flow down into it.

Isis at morning time went carrying the semen of Horus to the garden of Seth and said to Seth's gardener: What sort of vegetable / is it that Seth eats here in your company? So the gardener told her: he doesn't eat any vegetable here in my company except lettuce. And Isis added the semen of Horus onto it. Seth returned according to his daily habit and ate the lettuce, which he regularly ate. Thereupon he became pregnant with the semen of Horus. So Seth went to tell / Horus: Come, let's go and I may contend with you in the tribunal. Horus told him: I'll do so, surely, I'll do so, I'll do so.

They both went to the tribunal and stood in the presence of the Great Ennead. They were told: Speak concerning yourselves. Said Seth: let me be awarded the office of Ruler, l.p.h., for as to Horus, the one who is standing (trial), I have performed the labor of a male against him. The Ennead let out a load cry. They spewed and spat at at Horus's face. Horus laughed at them. Horus then took / an oath by god as follows: All that Seth has said is false. Let Seth's semen be summoned that we may see from where it answers, and my own be summoned that we may see from where it answers.

Then Thoth, lord of script and scribe of truth for the Ennead, put his hand on Horus's shoulder and said: Come out, you semen of Seth. And it answered him from the water in the interior of the marsh. Thoth put his hand on Seth's shoulder and said: Come out, you semen of Horus. Then it said to him: Where shall I come from? Thoth said to it: Come / out from his ear. Thereupon it said to him: is it from his ear that I should issue forth, seeing that I am divine seed? Then Thoth said to it: Come out from the top of his head. And it emerged as a golden solar disk upon Seth's head. Seth became exceeding furious and extended his hand(s) to seize the golden solar disk. Thoth took it away / from him and placed it as a crown upon his (own) head. Then the Ennead said: Horus is right, and Seth is wrong.

From Top Left:  Anubis, Osiris & Horus; Set; Thundercats; Mumm-Ra
Wow, Horus the BadAss seems quite the momma's boy...although as I understand it, he once showed her what's for...becoming so enraged with her at one point that he decapitated her. Tsk - kids -- guess what they say is true:  Spare the rod, spoil the child...but can you really blame him -- she cut off his hands!

It's ok...the same guy who fixed Horus' eye instantly healed Isis by replacing her head with a cow-headed helmet -- good as new!  Good ol' Thoth...though why he didn't replace Set's testicle with one from a horse is a question that perplexes, and certainly reeks of homophobia.   HOLY ANCIENT HATE CRIME, BIRDMAN!

The story goes that Osiris the mummy, his son the jackal-headed god Anubis, and his other son, the falcon-headed god Horus are all gonna come back and kick Set's ass.

If I didn't know what I've come to know about Egyptian mythology, I would look at these images and swear it was an ad campaign for some new boys' action figures! To me it smacks of Thundercats and Digimon -- plain and simple -- and I am left to exclaim WHAT A BUNCH OF CRAZY COCKAMAMIE! 

There's an entire field of mathematical study devoted to the Eye of Horus fractions, based upon the dismemberment of Osiris into 14 pieces and the loss of Horus' eye.  I'm not sure, but I'd be willing to bet that the park is divided into 14 distinct sections.

In the Ancient Egyptian measurement system, the Eye Of Horus was used a form of fractional notation, each of the parts of the eye representing a different fraction. The parts of the eye were divided as follows:

1/2 was represented by smell, symbolized by the right side of the eye in a form of the nose. The pyramid text says: “Behold [the fire] rises in Abydos and it comes; I cause it to come, the Eye of Horus. It is set in order upon thy brow, O Osiris Khenti-Amenti; it is set in the shrine and rises on thy brow.”

1/4 was represented by sight or the sensation of light, symbolized by the pupil. The pyramid text says: “Perfect is the Eye of Horus. I have delivered the Eye of Horus, the shining one, the ornament of the Eye of Ra, the Father of the Gods.”

1/8 was represented by thought, symbolized by the eyebrow. The pyramid text says: “…the Eye of Horus hath made me holy…I will hide myself among you, O ye stars which are imperishable. My brow is the brow of Ra.”

1/16 was represented by hearing, symbolized by right side of the eye in the form of an arrow pointing towards the ear. The pyramid text says: “That which has been shut fast/dead hath been opened by the command of the Eye of Horus, which hath delivered me. Established are the beauties of the forehead of Ra.”

1/32 was represented by taste, by the sprouting of wheat or grain from the planted stalk, symbolized by a curved tail. The pyramid text says: “Come, the Eye of Horus hath delivered for me my soul, my ornaments are established on the brow of Ra. Light is on the faces of those who are in the members of Osiris.”

1/64 was represented by touch, symbolized by a leg touching the ground. The pyramid text says: “I shall see the Gods and the Eye of Horus burning with fire before my eyes.”

I'm not saying that the math doesn't add up -- indeed, I don't even pretend to have any understanding about the fractions whatsoever. In all likelihood, it's the math part of this that IS the easy part...because I gotta tell ya -- it's HELLA complicated. I mean, these gods shape-shift into animals...there’s incest, bestiality, homosexuality, necrophilia, and sperm in unexpected places -- all in all, some pretty weird, wild stuff, and it’s hard to keep it all straight. Having researched this topic for nearly a year now, I have a grasp...but I am yet left to marvel at the nonsensical Egyptian polytheism -- and at any grown-up who can say with a straight face that they subscribe to these beliefs today.

These people pray to what I literally identify as Saturday Morning Cartoon Characters, and revere "gods" who do unspeakable things to one another -- and these people are adults???

They mock the unseen and seemingly aloof God of the Bible...and then build idols to the 5,000 year old make-believe gods of an extinct civilization? 

Can you have it both ways (probably so, considering how many of the people responsible for this Sky Temple wholeheartedly support GLBT issues).

They simper and sneer together over their salads, mocking religious traditions of breaking bread together by comparing it to fantasy cannibalism?? 

 Well, say what you will, but at least the God of the Bible didn't liberally "butter the bread" first with his "country crock spread"

if ya know what I mean (wink, wink...nudge, nudge)!

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Now let’s take a closer look at the park.  There is no indication of what the park looks like from the sky while on the ground…though there are clues.  The benches at the park are all inscribed with a symbol from the Malachim alphabet.  

This is my own rendition of the bench sigil as I remember it; next to it is an image of the Masonic square and compass, and next to it is a detail taken from my plate.  They all mean the same thing -- sexual union.  Freemasons allude to all of this, and wax poetically about geometry and science...but on my plate, testicles and ovaries are quite apparent.  I suspect the round object in the middle of the sigil stands for planet Earth and its equator.

The  Malachim alphabet was offered by Agrippa in Book III, Chapter XXX, of his Occult Philosophy; his only comment regarding this alphabet was that it meant "of Angels or Regal."  The Angelic Malachim alphabet is one of the most famous of the Angelic scripts and is still the higher degrees of Freemasonry, and by advanced (witchcraft) practitioners.  It also looks a lot like the types of notations that are used in electrical diagrams; think also of the male and female ends in electricity.

Then consider the obelisks, which are, of course, phallic symbols of Egyptian origin. When there’s one, it symbolizes the penis of Osiris -- and we’ll come back to that. When there are two, they stand for Joachim and Boaz, two towers that are mentioned in the Bible as part of Solomon’s temple. Supposedly, one of the signs of the end of our age will be the sacrilegious rebuilding of Solomon’s temple.

I was watching the History Channel the other day, and it was about ancient technologies…and the narrator pointed out that obelisks are cut from a single piece of granite…which makes them a crystal, and capable of some sort of electrical power transmission.

Cimino Street sidewalk
I've already mentioned that the obelisks are inscribed with the same markings that can be found on the Cimino Street sidewalk in front of the park -- I can't remember why, but they remind me distinctively of something specific I learned about the Babylonians or Sumerians.  Further, the whole park is wired for sight and sound (in an upcoming post, I'll tell you of a dream I had in 2004 that relates to this).  At night, the obelisks light up in a zillion different colors. I've always wanted to check it out for myself...BUT I'VE BEEN TOO AFRAID TO GO THERE ALONE AT NIGHT -- and I ain't a'scairt of nothin'! Friends I've asked to accompany me were even more reluctant than I -- with me or without me.

Can you blame them?  Look at how scary it looks during the day!

That reminds me: my niece’s birthday was held at the park a couple of years ago…and some weird woman actually tried to abscond with the birthday girl!  This woman was actually holding my niece by the hand and walking away with her when my mother and my daughter stopped her -- true story.

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The Book of the Dead, an ancient Egyptian manual of resurrection technology, identifies both the falcon and the heron/phoenix as key icons, each of which is apparently associated with a specific directional portal or doorway in the sky.  In Spell 13, The Spell for going in and out of the West (symbolic of the Underworld), the afterlife journeyer states:  "I have gone in as a falcon, I have come out as a phoenix..."  The former bird corresponds to the southern stargate of what may be termed "ex-carnation," (""...gone in..." to the Underworld), providing a conduit for the soul to leave the body after death.  The latter bird corresponds to the norther stargate of incarnation ("...come out..." to the Earth), allowing the soul to return to a new body.  The northern stargate is now located between the constellations Gemini and Taurus.  Due to precessional shifting, this region of the sky was formerly known as the Gate of Cancer.  The southern stargate located at the opposite end of the Milky Way between the constellations Sagittarius and Scorpio was likewise known as the Gate of Capricorn.  We currently know that this latter region of the sky points to the center of our galaxy, where scientists believe a mysterious black hole lies hidden.

According to ancient Egyptian texts, the underworld has a phoenix stargate of incarnation, and a falcon stargate of ex-carnation; this dichotomy can be seen when comparing chronology to horology.  Chronos is the lord of time in its linear procession...of time tables and stone tablets, i.e., the Masonic square.  The Greek Kronos and its Roman counterpart Saturnis have both been identified with the constellation Orion.  

In contrast, horology is the measuring of time in its cyclical sense; the passing of the "hours," from which both the word "horology" and "Horus" derive, i.e., the Masonic compass.  A "horo-scope" allows one to view the wheel of the zodiac, the group of twelve archetypal constellations spinning through the solar year, as it affects the individual.  On a much larger scale, it permits us to see the influence of astrological ages (2,150 solar years) and the precessional year (equaling 25,920 solar years) as they impact the rise and fall of civilizations.

Unlike sun-sign astrology, where the first sign is Aries, followed by Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces, whereupon the cycle returns to Aries and through the zodiacal signs again...the astrological ages proceed in the opposite, or retrograde direction.  Therefore, the Age of Aquarius follows the Age of Pisces.  It has been said that we are currently shifting into the "Aquarian Age."

What the hell was the Fifth Dimension harmonizing about in its annoying song "The Age of Aquarius" anyway?  The video ends a bit early; in its complete format (which was taken down), they all, like, *disappear* into the sun, and It's Weird.

You know...I just don't trust my poor math-befuiddled brain to make any claims as to what the eye is looking at up in the sky except this:  WHATEVER IT IS, IT'S LOOKING AT SOMETHING MEANINGFUL.   It appears to be the horns of Taurus, but I'm not sure.  If you know what that meaningful something is, please drop me a line and let me know -- thanks.  UPDATE:  the eye is looking at the Pleiades; interesting to note that there is a group of Germanic white-supremacist women who believe they hail from that star cluster.

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So, now for a bird’s eye view of the park.

This $50 million park is a group of sigils that can only be seen from the sky.

That cup-shaped thing is known as the sun disk crown of Isis; it's shown quite plainly as an amulet around Isis' neck in the videos at the beginning of this post.  Within it is depicted the sun, the horizon and the mountains.  It is also known as the apis crown -- Osiris occasionally manifests into something called the apis bull, and when he does, Isis transforms into a cow (the whole cow, and not just the helmet head) and then they do the cow and bull thang.

Then there's the head of Anubis, the Egyptian god of death who was part of the tribunal overseeing "the weighing of the heart" in the judgement hall.  You may have recently heard that a 30 foot statue of Anubis was just erected at Denver International Airport -- a friend suggested that perhaps it's there as a giant scarecrow to help keep terrorists away!  "Oh, it's just to bring heightened attention to the King Tut exhibit that's coming to the Denver Museum." Yeah, and the Brooklyn Bridge will be moving to Colorado next...because Coloradans are suckahs and buy everything, hook, line and sinker!  DO NOT BUY IT, MY FRIENDS; LEARN TO DISCERN THE LIE IN THE FACE!   This is just a version of the boat made out of black people, only this time, it's for all people -- they love to hide their taunts in plain sight.

The feather of Ma'at, which is actually much easier to see in the July 2003 image of the park that's shown earlier in this post.  The Feather, called "Shut", was a symbol of the God Shu. Shu ruled the air and was the father of the Earth "Geb" and the Sky "Nut". The feather was also a symbol of Ma'at, the Goddess of truth and order. The hall of Ma'at was where the deceased would be judged for worthiness and acceptance into the Afterlife. If the heart was free from the impurities of sin, (and therefore lighter than the feather), the deceased would enter the Afterlife. The feather was usually depicted as a tall ostrich plume.

There's the crescent moon thing with the swirly spiral things going around it; I think it's partly the crescent moon...but I also believe it is depicting the kundalini of the spine, which has to do with different energy points in the human body; it could also be indicative of a caduceus (the medical thing with the snakes going around it), and/or Baphomet's penis.  I also learned just recently that it could be some sort of reference to a type of fluid that is used in zero-gravity and/or cold fusion devices...which I discuss in closer detail below.  

The Cobra, also known as iaret, was the chief symbol for all of Lower Egypt. She was almost always depicted reared up with her hood spread out. Because she was called "The Fiery Eye of Re" (Ra...the Sun), it was a common occurrence to find Iaret on either side of a Sun depiction. The Cobra was heavily associated with the Afterlife, and it was believed two Cobras spitting fire guarded the gates of every hour of the Underworld.

The Scarab was called Khepera by the Ancient Egyptians, and this meant "he was came forth". This title came about because of the manner in which the young Scarab Beetles emerged from their hatching place. To the Egyptians, it seemed like the Scarabs emerged spontaneously, so the beetle was associated with two Gods: The creator god "Atum", and the scarab-beetle God "Khepera". Scarabs, like the feather, were very important in the "the weighing of the heart" in the judgement hall of the deceased. Because of this it was common to place a Scarab representation over the heart of the mummified deceased. The Scarab was associated with the male connotation.

The Cartouche was the 'place holder' for the name of the Pharoah. The Egyptian name for the Cartouche, "shenu", is derived from the verb, "sheni" meaning to encircle. It is believed the Cartouche began as a Shen Ring and was expanded to its elongated shape after the Pharoahs names were lengthened. The Cartouche had great solar symbolism, for it originally represented everything that was encircled by the Sun, such as the Pharaoh's realm.

And to the left are a few shapes that would benefit from some more "air time" as far as their design is concerned:

These are pretty much just my best guesses; I'm not an authority on this kind of thing, and I could be way off -- but I think I'm hitting pretty close to the mark, and by now it should be evident that there's a whole lotta pagan, Egyptian sun worship and idolatry goin' on at America the Beautiful Park.  Some of the shapes are easier to discern than others -- which I'm sure the VIPs responsible for the park already realize...and it's got to upset them:  without these images being clearly visible from the sky, how will the gods find their way to downtown Colorado Springs? Wasn't this kind of an expensive route to take? After all, I've always been taught that the Egyptians were master cartographers -- couldn't someone have simply sent them A MAP?!!?

The airborne "design charrette" must have brainstormed on the park for countless hours...and I tickle myself imagining the conversations that must have taken place in the cabin: "No, No, you damned fool -- HOW HARD IS IT TO MOW THE FEATHER OF MA'AT INTO THE GRASS???  IT LOOKS LIKE SET'S MISSHAPEN TESTICLE, YOU BASTARD!!!  HORUS WILL BE MUCH DISPLEASED!!!  Fix it, you Nimrod, or YOU'RE FIRED!!!  And to show you how serious I am, I just cast a nasty indigestion spell on your wife -- think of me tonight as she's farting on your leg, you asshole..."

All of this seems to belie some sort of gnawing uncertainty on the part of these wealthy and powerful Luciferian Sun Worshippers; somewhere, deep, deep down inside, a part of them remains unconvinced that their falcon-headed god will swoop down from the sky at the expected place and time, and may overlook them -- that they may be forgotten and left behind!  For all of their elaborate waymarking, it kind of gives the impression that they're unsure of whether their god would really know and recognize them or not...which just goes to figure -- he DOES have only one eye, after all -- and all-seeing or no, even falcon gods can suffer from a touch of astigmatism, right???  Perhaps the Julie Penrose Fountain is a giant contact lens or monocle for Horus??

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It seems Colorado Springs is on ley line 104.   Do you know what a ley line is?  I kind-of do.  I guess they're energy centers that criss-cross the earth; back in the day, people used them in dowsing for water -- who knows, people might still do that today.  Here's a quote from a friend who happens to be an expert on ley lines:

Pioneers Museum
"Your town (Colorado Springs) was founded by Illuminists/Luciferians.  Some of them may be Masons, but Masonry itself does not dictate this.  It is another group of more powerful people.  They do not believe they are doing anything wrong.  Think about it this way:  911 may have been their version of urban renewal in NYC.  They are 'sprucing the town up.'  They have dealt with your kind before -- make sure friends and family know you have no intention of harming yourself, etc. (Editor's note:  I'M FEELING FINE, 'KAY?)

Along the lines of the Pioneers to the Rosicrucian Cross
"You are on a North-South axis with the Denver Airport and Roswell, NM. -- the so-called 'ley line 104' (104 degree of longitude).  The leyout of downtown Colorado Springs and America the Beautiful Park is related to Acacia Park, Colorado College, and the Pioneers Museum in the N - S direction; and the stargate sculpture (the Julie Penrose Fountain) and the Pioneers Museum in the E - W direction.  The four block square around the Pioneers Museum is part of the setup.  The Olympics definitely value geomancy -- makes sense due to the Greek origin of the games; most or all of the statuary have gnostic meanings and references.  Colorado Springs is also on the "delphic" latitude range of the Lisbon Rose Line.  The actual stargate in town may be Acacia Park.  The acacia is a special tree to gnostic-oriented groups.

"William Henry has a series of books and videos available on YouTube, wherein he explains the esoteric meaning of the Pioneers Museum mall, plaza and array layout -- it's not patently an evil thing, but the way they've been created calls into question the motives of those who built them.  The writings and lectures of Jordan Maxwell, Michael Tsarion, Daid Wilcock, Nassim Harramein, and Drunlavo Melchezidek will help you understand the basics of sacred geometry."

The eye of the park stares out to the east...toward the horizon of the rising sun; landmarks that fall within its purview include the Pioneers Museum (in front of which sits a sculpture of three pyramids), the Downtown Executive Center (a building near Transit the top of which also sit three pyramids), Colorado Springs Airport (again with the three pyramids) and further out, Schriever Air Force Base -- and we should ALL be aware of the strange secrecy surrounding that military installation.  You know, about ten years ago, Schriever AFB was known as Falcon Air Force Base.

Remember when I mentioned that a single obelisk is symbolic of Osiris’ penis? Well, when you look through the Julie Penrose fountain, you can glimpse Pikes Peak through it…meaning that in this case, the timeless Pikes Peak is Osiris’ penis…thrusting through the ever-turning circle of the vagina of Isis…symbolized by the Julie Penrose fountain.

Question:  what kind of perversion would turn that majestic mountain into a gigantic dildo???  Just how big IS Isis' snatch!?!?!?  What won't that nympho have sex with???

Hard to believe, isn’t it? But consider this: at the very top of Pikes Peak there happens to be some kind of “America the Beautiful” plaque that coincides with the one that’s in the garden-level America the Beautiful park; it was put up there in 1993, a full decade before work on the park started.

The outrage of Pikes Peak as a phallic symbol and the Julie Penrose Fountain as a vagina is just one example of this type of idolatry.  A very similar shape of a mobius, a pyramid and an eye can be found on the AOL logo; indeed, take a good look at a great many company logos, and you’ll yourself see disturbing patterns emerging amongst them -- primarily, images of either a sun, star, pyramid or eye.

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And what of the fountain then?

Well, if you walk right up to it, you find that it is a pyramid, in helical mobius form.  The mobius symbolizes the turning of time in on itself, a continuum...the cycle of life and death.  The fountain turns four times every hour, and that makes it a clock of some kind.  The fountain happens to have 366 jets of water, which makes the sculpture calendrical, and further, indicative of a leap year.  The next leap year will occur in 2012.

You know, this leads me to ponder upon something odd about clocks.  Take a look at the advertisements in the Sunday paper...look at just about any one of them that advertises clocks, and notice that all of the clocks are set to 10:10 -- what up with that?  I mean, the "official" explanation for this is that it provides a more balanced and pleasing appearance to the eye.  Yeah, right.  THINK ABOUT IT:  perhaps this makes sense for analog clocks...but digital ones?  Unplug a digital clock, and it starts flashing somehow, somewhere, there's a group of factory workers whose job it is to set  all the clocks  10:10???  What's gonna happen one day at 10:10, I wonder?

Click here to view a more detailed documentary on the making of the Julie Penrose "Continuum" Fountain.  It'll take a minute to load, but patience is a virtue.  I watched it again for the first time last night -- it answered some of my more profound musings, and raised a whole host of new questions.

We've all heard tell of the tales that some kind of cataclysm will occur in 2012, and there's been a lot of talk about the Earth possibly making some sort of magnetic pole shift at that time.  

As I pondered the meaning of this, and the science behind it, and how things might go down, it dawned on me to take a look at what is directly on the opposite side of the earth from America the Beautiful Park. 

You'd think it would just be a whole lotta water...but interestingly enough, it is Wake Island, a needle in the middle of the Pacific Ocean haystack; 12 miles long, lying within the North Pacific Ocean, two-thirds of the way from Honoulu to Guam.  It is just north of the equator, and just west of the International Date Line.  It is right at the place where the Indian Ocean and the Pacific Ocean meet.

It is an unorganized, unincorporated territory of the United States, administered by the Office of the Interior.  Access to the island is restricted, and all current activities on the island are managed by the United States Air Force.  There is also a missile facility operated by the United States Army.  It has a 9,800 foot runway. It was administered by the United States Army Space and Missile Defense Command (formerly known as the United States Army Space and Strategic Defense Command). Since 1974, Wake Island has served as a launch platform for military rockets involved in testing anti-missile systems and atmospheric re-entry trials. 

Hrrrrmmm.  Since there's not much island to explore, I took an up-close look...and I am not making this up:  On the northern side of the island there are a series of H-shaped buildings (coincidence, or a great big "Hey Horus" or maybe even "Heil Hitler"?)...and on the southern side of the island is a structure that kinda looks like to what appears to be...AN OBELISK. 

I wish I could say I was making it all up. Too many coincidences for me to overlook.  

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I've discussed the strange proximity of I-25, Highway 24, and the train tracks next to the park.  What about the warehouse and industrial buildings alongside the park? Well, on the one side is the building that’s had so much ado made about it…the building the city gave to the United States Olympic Committee. They keep calling it “the old Gas Building” but I never remembered it as such, so I looked it up. The building was constructed in 1993, so it isn’t really that old. I read that the displaced people who came here due to Hurricane Katrina were “processed” at that building.

This building is part of the Landco debacle, and Ray Marshall and Mayor Lionel Rivera, the sudden and unexplained resignation of USOC head honcho Jim Scherr, and the El Pomar Foundation, and the $50 to $150 million dollars or so that they all threw at the USOC to keep them in Colorado Springs. I’d have taken better pictures of it, but every time I started taking pictures of it, the police would appear out of nowhere, and I would feel moved to stop filming openly.

The red brick building across the street from the park was home to the Cottonwood Artists for a while, but they moved out, and it currently sits empty. The building was used in the 1930’s for something called “coal gasification” and the tar that it left over is part of the reason why the area has been so difficult to market to speculators – there’s actually a bunch of cleanup that has to be done before that building is usable for anything other than gasification.

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Now...I'm not necessarily saying that the people mentioned in this section are devil worshippers.  All I'm saying is that their involvement in the construction of the park is unusual...and in at least one case, highly suspect.  

One of the big supporters and persons responsible for both the plaque at the top of the Peak and the construction of the park is Costas Rombocos, the super-rich owner of the Shrine of Remembrance Funeral Home – there on the grounds sits a building called the America the Beautiful Chapel. He also owns his own crematorium.

Mr. Rombocos owns a home in the upper Skyway area, where all of the streets are named after constellations and signs of the zodiac; he also owns a home on the hill directly behind the Shrine of Remembrance and near Adams Elementary School (thus my familiarity) with a lovely, nearly panoramic view of the graveyard.

Another person largely responsible for the Julie Penrose Fountain is former city councilwoman Judy Noyes -- yes, the same Art On The Streets, Downtown Partnership, Chinook Bookstore, Michael Brohman glorifying, boat-made-out-of-black-people-in-front-of-the-courthouse Judy Noyes. She lives not far from Costas Rombocos in the upper Skyway area.

I can hear you now…“Ohhh, careful, Spydra -- you’re going a bit far out there now, aren’t you?” Believe me when I tell you that I worried myself that I might be for several months.

But much had been made of the fact that the Noyes had opened and closed their store exactly 45 years to the day. “That’s funny,” I thought, “why not go for 50 years if you’re only 5 years from it?” That’s because I think of longevity in terms of marriage -- silver anniversary, golden anniversary. My husband and I have been married for 19 years...and Dick and Judy have been married for several thousand – when you’ve got that kind of longevity, and so much dough, why WOULDN'T you go for the golden anniversary, even in an adverse economic climate?

I'm only able to do mental math when it involves numbers that end in 5 and 0; and though 45 years ends with 5, it still rounds off to 50. That’s when God told me to calculate the June 15, 1959 – June 15, 2004 opening and closing dates of the Chinook Bookshop numerologically…like a witch would.

You should know by now that anytime I am compelled to do math, it’s gotta be divinely-inspired.

June is the 6th month; the fifteenth day is 1+5=6; 1959=1+9+5+9=24…2+4=6; and 2004=2+0+0+4=6. 

The Noyes opened and closed their store on days that both amount to 666 numerologically -- that would indicate witchcraft and satanism.

And what gives with their bull symbology anyway -- maybe it's inspiration was just the zodiacal Taurus...but can anyone say "apis bull?"

Here's an interesting story, to me at least:  it was the year 2000, shortly after I'd had my three epiphany dreams, and I'd special ordered a book about Egypt from the Chinook.  They called me and told me the book had come in, and I went down to pick it up.  The store was pretty busy...and Judy had just finished up with a customer -- she was the only one available to help me.  I noticed that she was dawdling...hoping another clerk might become available...and when none did, she reluctantly helped me.  She spoke not a word to me -- not hello, not thank you for your business, not "Oh, the pyramids are interesting, aren't they?" -- NOT A WORD...and when she took my $50, she frowned at the money as though it was dirty.  I left the store wondering, "Wasn't that the owner of the store...I can't believe she didn't speak to me...I wonder if she's racist?"

Yes, she was the owner, yes -- she didn't speak to you, and yes -- she hates the schwarze.  

Sorry, Judy -- but you wrote me denying that the boat made out of black people in front of the county court house was anything other than a symbol of peace, justice and liberty: it's pretty plain to see that was an absolute lie. It was a symbol all right -- just not one that you ever thought any black person would be astute enough to recognize.  SURPRISE.  Too bad you brought yourself to my attention, because I'd otherwise have completely overlooked your aged racist pagan butt.

These are some of the other organizations and people that had something to do with America the Beautiful Park; it doesn’t list Mary Lou Makepeace, Richard Skorman, or Lionel Rivera in this image...but they all served on the City Council together during a time when many votes and important decisions concerning the park took place.  The Rotary Club and El Pomar Foundation are also directly involved with the building of America the Beautiful Park.  Notice the sun symbology.

While researching my Evil District Eleven Girlfriend Jan Tanner, whose maiden name is Janet Jean Jorgensen -- Triple J, which my husband pointed out could be made into a real snazzy slave branding iron – I started doodling, and again, going solely on another God-hunch, I realized that when you hold up three J’s in front of a mirror, they can appear to be three 6’s.

So, following a “hunch” I started to look up other people whose first and middle names started with J and whose last name was Jorgensen in her home state of Illinois. And I found a Julie Jorgensen in Itasca, Illinois -- 8 short miles from Mount Prospect, which is where Jan Tanner attended high school, and also from where the most recent American Idol hails.

Julie Jorgensen is the wife of an Illinois government bigwig, but held onto her maiden name. Her name came up in connection with a highly-contentious biofuels coal gasification/electricity project in that neck of the woods. I dunno if Julie and Jan are kin to each other, but the Mount Prospect proximity, the nearness in age, the triple j connection, and the coal gasification links were simply too much for me to ignore...

Acting further on the hunch, I looked up crematoria and gasification…and apparently, there’s a whole sustainable-energy pilot project going on in India and Sweden to determine the feasibility of converting dead bodies into electricity.  Hard to believe? Gruesome to think? Feasible it is, however, and true:  people who have donated their bodies to science are already generating household electricity in these two pilot programs....and since the only sure things in life are death and taxes, it's the ultimate green endeavor.

“Coal is the culprit that's killing our ecology; we need to use Biofuel instead!  Biofuel -- by the makers of Soylent Green."

Sure, it will sound crazy...but at least ten years ago, God whispered to me that the pyramids were "resurrection machines."  Ever wonder what "pyramid" might mean, by the way? Well, whatever it means, it has to do with FIRE (pyr=pyro).  Fire in the middle = pyramid.

Here’s another noteworthy Janism I uncovered in connection with the park: Jan Tanner was Karen Teja’s campaign manager; Linda Elliott was Jan Tanner’s campaign manager; both campaigns spent the bulk of their monies at Mailing Services, Inc. -- like, way more than seemed necessary for the comparatively paltry print materials they'd generated.

Mailing Services, Inc., 531 E. Cimarron Street. So, I looked it up. It was originally located at 1029 S. Sierra Madre...mere blocks from America the Beautiful Park…and was opened by William Huyge, and David Noyes – son of Judy.

The other businesses located at that location are Peak Professional Contractors and Law Enforcement Technologies; all have the Itasca Partners in common.

Ralph Tipaldi is listed as the registered agent for Law Enforcement Technologies, and has EXTENSIVE ties to Florida. Law Enforcement Technologies is further closely linked with Rothgerber, Johnson and Lyons -- one of the law firms that appeared again and again on the D11 check register (90 South Cascade, Suite 1100). Palmer Village is associated with Mulliken, Weinhold, et. all -- another one of the law firms on D11's check register.

Another law firm that showed up in both places was Anderson, Dude and Lebel; what's kinda neat tho, is that Peak Professional Contractors submitted the articles of incorporation paperwork for the Gateway Business Owners Condominium Group. A document on this page actually states that Itasca Partners is doing business as Peak Professional Contractors.


Remember, Itasca, Illinois is where Janet and Julie Jorgensen are from...and a visit to the Itasca site mentioned prominently the Nor'wood building group and Classic Homes. Nor'wood is all wrapped up in the Palmer Village and Pikes Peak Place developments that are in store for the City Gate development; plus, they had a big hand in the boat made out of black people.

Like Mr. Tipaldi, Law Enforcement Technologies is an outfit with extensive ties to the same parts of Florida that Jan and the Tanners like to frequent. Law Enforcement Technologies holds the patent on something called “flash bang” technology, a type of explosive that momentarily stuns the unexpecting. It has been used primarily in urban warfare house-to-house clearing operations: window gets broken, explosive is thrown in, everyone in the house is thrown to the ground and temporarily paralyzed…and the soldiers just enter the house and round up unresisting people up at gunpoint. Efficiently. And all those neighborhood elementary schools they shut down last year would make PERFECT short-term detention centers with a capacity for whole groups of people!

You might remember that I mentioned having traced an airplane that belonged to Inflated Dough and to Mark Tanner, and the modest $1.2 million dollar home he owns in Marco Island, Florida. People: forget about convenient alley access to a mom-n-pop-pizza-shop -- Tanner's back yard has A CANAL THAT LEADS STRAIGHT TO THE GULF OF MEXICO; SO MUCH FOR THE SMALL FAMILY BUSINESS THAT JUST HAPPENED TO SNAG A TEN-YEAR, NO BID CONTRACT TO PROVIDE PIZZA TO SCHOOL DISTRICT 11.

A document I read that discussed "mega-franchises," stated that Tanner's Domino's franchise is "one of the most successful in the world." A couple of years ago, Inflated Dough enjoyed revenues of $7 million dollars!!!!! And that was before they made those crap changes to their pizza that caused it to taste like SCHMEGMA; now, I'll bet they're making money hand over gag!!!

Not that I have any inkling of what schmegma tastes like...or even is, for that matter.

This is directly for the object of my personal obsession, my galpal Janet Jean Jorgensen:

Jan...Janny, Janny, know it; I know it; we both know, you're no common hausfrau.  In fact, everyone who's really close to you knows the real truth...and it makes me feel special to know that I'm a member of that teeny, tiny group.

You're certainly NOT from Colorado Springs; you don't give a damn about the city of Colorado don't give a damn about the people of Colorado Springs -- you proved it when you voted to close down all of those schools.  You were seen yawning and acting bored at the public meetings the District had to discuss the closures...and at the boundary meetings, all you did was giggle and pass notes -- like it was all a big joke! Well, I got news for ya, sweetheart -- SOME people LOVE the city of Colorado Springs, and the people who live here, and the kids who grow up here!  And in case you never met one of those people before...pleased to meet'ya.

I'm sure it's hard for you to give a damn about the people in your Colorado home-away-from-home; how could this little burg EVER measure up to MOUNT PERFECT, ILLINOIS? INDEED, JAN, WHAT MADE YOU LEAVE MOUNT PERFECT TO BEGIN WITH? Way out here in the country, you probably feel a lot like an old school settler, Little House on the Prairie Style -- sallying forth and staking claim, clinking beer steins and and ready to tell stories about how the West was won -- BUT WE BOTH KNOW IT'S A LIE... AND I SWEAR, I WILL CLIMB ATOP PIKES PEAK AND SHOUT IT DOWN THE MOUNTAIN UNTIL YOU FINALLY SKEDDADDLE BACK TO CHI-TOWN!!!

Janny -- is this what you were groomed to be when you grew up -- a liar and a poser? A fake and a phony? How dare you sit and blabber about how District 11 does so much for kids, regardless of whether those kids had active and engaged parents or not, ate a decent breakfast or not, or were born with silver spoons in their mouths or not -- STFU and STOP pretending already that you’re just some uber-passionate mom who cares a bunch about school choice for everyone.   Your time on the school board is and has always been nothing more than a springboard for you and your political aspirations.

JAN, WE BOTH KNOW THAT YOU ARE FILTHY STINKING RICH -- YOU ALWAYS HAVE BEEN -- YOU ALWAYS WILL BE!!!  You were born rich -- indeed, the only difference between you and the Danish royalty is a diamond tiara and a heavy accent!!! Jorgensen means "son of George"...we're talking King George...and hey, wow, just like your good buddy Tami Hasling's maiden name Bjorgensrud, which translated loosely ALSO means "KING GEORGE'S KIN."

Jan, you were born to go into politics, and you’re an ACTRESS of the pornographic variety, worthy of industry awards and commendations; I can't wait to see you play Isis, cavorting with Pikes Peak.  I gotta ask you though: don’t you ever get tired of screwing the people that populate my hometown? THIS AIN'T NO TALE OF TWO CITIES, JAN...YOU WILL ALWAYS ONLY PLAY THE PRINCESS AND NEVER THE PAUPER, SO STOP PRETENDING YOU CARE ABOUT THE COLORADO COMMON MAN!!!

"Ahh, yess dahling, that's JJ Jorgensen, of the Illinois Jorgensens."

Jan, Mount Prospect sheltered you from black people altogether...which led you to underestimate me; and your shameful stinginess led you to stiff me...and though STAR Academy means school's back in session at the Adams Elementary School building, I don't get to benefit from it…SO I AM STILL IRKED.

By now I'll just bet you've wished, at least once or twice, that you'd never voted to close Adams, and that you'd hired a courier to deliver me a gift-wrapped check for $20,000, Frank-Azar-style, LAST YEAR if you'd had any inkling I'd still be a thorn in your side THIS YEAR.

I feel that I proved a while ago that I’m a negress of my word; I would have kept my end of the bargain.  It’s hard for me to believe you didn’t act on the opportunity to buy my pen and my soul for a pittance -- guess it just goes to show how smart you really aren't!  I’m sure your Dark Lord is disappointed in you…and I'll tell you what: if I were one of your co-horts right now, I'd be giving you what for! 

"Dammit Jan, why didn't you just give that half-breed bitch her hush money so she could just shuffle off and mind her own business…instead of focusing on ours!!! Now everybody's looking at all of us funny, like we have pizza on our faces and food stuck in our teeth: THANKS ALOT JAN FOR HELPING SPYDRA MAKE ALL OF US LOOK LIKE THE DEVIL'S MINION!!!"

I guess sometimes Jan, ya snooze, ya lose...or at the very least ya get biffed upside the head real hard and in back in the day WHEN KIDS STILL HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO SUFFER THROUGH DODGE BALL.

Janet Jean Jorgensen, you are simply about as fake as my ass is black, and ya wanna know how I know???

To the left is the Jorgensen family crest, and to the right is the Tanner family crest.  Coincidence? I don't think so!!! Admit it, Jan:  you and Tanner got engaged when you were both two years old…and your arranged marriage dowry probably included three hunky, healthy field negroes!

Perhaps each slave head stands for 100 years…or perhaps your families preferred to make examples of your errant slaves by publicly decapitating them to keep the rest in line – only you can answer that question for me, Jan. But without a doubt, your family -- on both sides -- must have made their fortunes off of the transatlantic slave trade…and they're proud of it...and they're READY to help usher in the New World Order -- by force.

JJ, I gotta hand it to ya -- you have me more fascinated than all of my evil boyfriends combined -- and this spider is a straight as an arrow.

...peekaboo...this jigaboo...can see you...and i know what you do...

And just in case you're unclear, and think I’m just nursing some vendetta against Mrs. Tanner: I started researching D11's rash of elementary school closures...then the boat made out of black people in front of the county courthouse...and then God told me to look at America the Beautiful Park from the sky -- my research of these three seemingly unrelated matters all led back to the same ol' Jan Tanner.


This is partly why: because these sun-worshipping tree-huggers already think they know which parts of the world will survive the coming geological cataclysm...and Colorado Springs is one of five locations in the United States of America that's predicted to undergo relatively mild change.

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The United States Constitution protected us against this type of thing, and the Bible cautioned us against this type of thing -- BUT HERE IT IS, STATE-SPONSORED RELIGION AND IDOLATRY.  That's exactly what's going on in America the Beautiful Park -- it's a great big temple to somebody's else's gods...THAT WE ALL PAID FOR!



I know it sounds outlandish and unbelievable, friends, but here's the sad truth:  it would appear that a bunch of rich and powerful Luciferians have occupied the highest places in Colorado Springs since this town was founded; their wealth and capacity for evil is limitless, and they don't give a damn about the rest of us.  The New World Order Usher-Inners believe that their contribution to society is greater, and that as such, they and their children deserve the greater share; and since there’s not enough for everyone to get a fair share, well, then most everybody’s gotta go. 

These people are just waiting for the go-signal; thanks to the census, they know where we are, and how many to expect when they storm our houses; at an appointed time, there will be some kind of electromagnetic pulse that will wipe out the power along the front range...catching most of us off guard and unprepared…and allowing this very-well prepared and fully-armed group of evil-doers to deceive us with theatre magic, to swarm upon us like the insects they are, and to herd us like sheep to an ungodly slaughter.

These way-out religious fanatics will take us to America the Beautiful Temple...and they’ll present us with a choice:   to be implanted with a computer chip designed to make keeping track of us as easy as it is to keep track of cows and to find lost dogs.  WE WILL ALL HAVE TO CHOOSE -- THE CHIP OR DEATH!!!  If we choose the chip, and they think we might be worth keeping alive for some purpose or another -- who knows, sex, coal mining, pizza making, oil spill disaster cleanup -- then we'll go on a train to appointed locations and work as slaves.  The prize-winners and the work horses will be kept until they outlive their usefulness...and then, they’ll end up like the rest of us -- damned inconveniences…”useless feeders,” good for nothing, “undeserving of life.” 

Those lucky elite devils -- not only did the elites already buy the immunity idol, but they get to vote whole segments of society off of the island at once; they get to cull the herd, they will decide which of the fittest will survive -- even if they are weak, fat, stupid, old... 

The evil people are hypocrites of the worst kind.  They believe in the eternity of the soul; they believe in individual judgement; they believe in, fall down and worship, and build idols to gods; they believe in resurrection; THEY BELIEVE IN EVERYTHING THAT CHRISTIANS BELIEVE...they're just on the bad guys' side.  And their uncertainty in their gods has them TERRIFIED OF DYING.

We all know about the Third Reich, which would indicate that there was a First and a Second, and will possibly be a Fourth. 

When I ask people about the biggest mistake the Nazis made, people say “Well, Hitler shouldn’t have invaded Russia.” But to me, the biggest and most shocking mistake the Nazis made was leaving behind all of those mountains of dead bodies. 

Believe me, the Nazis tried hard to put to good use every part of the exterminated peoples: gold fillings were wrenched out of mouths, slippers were made out of shorn hair, and tanners would create the most delicate lampshades out of the very skin of the Jews. Just like people often study the business model of Domino’s for economics, the Nazi model is also frequently studied by virtue of its sheer efficiency -- if only the Nazis had discovered a better way to more efficiently use and dispose of all those bodies…

Well, they finally figured it out, and the writing is on the Park:  their weird scientists are going to try to cause a cataclysm themselves...and whether or not it works, the dead bodies they leave behind will be turned into electricity for their hybrid electromobiles.

80% to 90% of us will be “humanely” disposed of -- possibly gassed at the coal gasification building, tossed onto the gigantic Drake funeral pyre, and offered up as burnt sacrifices to their ill-tempered, sex-centric chimera gods…who will grunt and roar with pleasure at the aroma of our incineration…our Vril life-force returned to Gaia, Mother Earth, and transformed into the green, sustainable energy that’ll reduce our greenhouse emissions and power our city's streetlights…finally shining a bright light upon the weird, wild and wacky Wiccans writhing naked in unrestrained, perverted abandon, as they work up some powerful sex magik mojo, seeking blessings from their imaginary Southern Delivery System Water Project god.

I mean, didn’t ya know?? THE GODS ENJOY SMOKIN’; moreover THE, GODS KNOW THEIR SMOKE, FOOL! They’re ready to drop some gravity bongs...and they prefer to smoke the kind. For too long, they’ve settled for the stale First Mature and occasional Easy Rider; they’ve smoked enough schwag.  The gods are ready to get their smoke on now, dig? They’ll start out with some Nigerian and Swazi Skunk...but they’ll eventually be hankering for some Sativa, Indica, Afghani, Thai Stick, Ganja Dwarf…working their way up the color scale from dark to light, until they’re coughing on some good Red Hair, White Widow and Swiss Miss -- they always save the white for last. Don’t you mere mortals understand??

And no thin pinner joints, either -- this is going to be a real spliff-fest.  Enough with the resin that's left over from a piddly handful of cremations; getting high is a religious experience for the gods – it gets them closer to God – and so they desire the kind of smoke that only huge, human bonfires can produce; it makes them hungry, horny and ready for some hot mad cow sex!!

Sorry if I sound a little disrespectful of their faith...but they shouldn't dish it out if they can't take it. They've lambasted and ridiculed my God for long enough...and I don't see many of other Christians stickin' it out there and deciding to kick ass and take names!  

I guess I just don’t believe as these people do...I don’t subscribe to their far-out deities, and huh, well, I guess I resent the way these Luciferians seem to be forcing their gods on me. Don't get me wrong: I appreciate religious freedom as much as the next guy; to be sure, my mind tends to think freely all of the time -- evenso, that doesn’t make me some kind of deist swinger.  I used to get my freak on when I was younger…but I outgrew that type of foot loose and fancy free living at least ten years ago. Perhaps it makes me an old-fashioned prude now, but I like the fact that I’ve only been married once; I like the whole faithfulness and monogamy thing. My husband proved himself to me, and my God proved Himself to me -- if that makes me some kind of gullible Podunk hick in the eyes of others, then so be it. So what if I happen to put my faith in just one God, as opposed to the Leaf God and the Air God and the Flower God and the Cloud God??? I'm no easy whore or cheap date, and I don’t get down on my knees for just any god that ambles along.

Yeah, my God happens to be the same one that’s mentioned in the Bible; why do so many unbelievers take offense at the very notion of the Bible? Why do so many unbelievers laugh at Christianity -- yet, hold in high esteem a bunch of snobby elitists who think they’re smarter and deeper and more sophisticated than the rest of us, and put their faith an untold number of gods, including a god who’s a bird-beaked, one-eyed, double-hand amputee ‘toon goon with gay skeletons in his closet, a mummy for a daddy, and a hard-on for his kinky, incestuous necrophiliac goddess mother!?!??

How are those elitists smarter than me? How are they cooler than me? How are they better than me? How is their faith more valid than mine? HOW ARE THEIR GODS GREATER THAN MINE???
I guess because these elitists are rich – that's the ONLY explanation – and people are so enamored of the almighty dollar that they’ll whore themselves for a fraction of the amount I was willing to whore myself. I can’t believe how eager and willing so many of us are to compromise our own beliefs, just for the sake of having some in-crowd dub them as “with it.” Sad – nothing has changed from elementary school; the world is ruled by the same assholes that threw the dodge ball as hard as they could at kids they didn’t know but hated anyway.

Well, when these petulant Satanists come a’callin’, I’m not planning on being hospitable…and I pretty much already know what’s gonna become of me -- indeed, I’m surprised the Storm god hasn’t already become exasperated with me and struck me down with a bolt of lightning! (perhaps his ultra-bolt is on the fritz...or ran out of batteries…) I've said it so many times before in my life: unlike the world's Uncle Toms and Aunt Jemimah Busbys, I'd be a very dangerous slave. I speak well, I speak up, I can read in several languages, I can read between the lines; I'm probably too smart and a tad too stubborn and uppity for my own good…and hence, will likely end up in the dead nigger pile.
I’m not afraid -- I just hope that when death comes, it comes swiftly and brings with it a martyr's honor.
But regardless of my personal outcome -- as Glenn Gustafson's favorite, agile and talented concubine...or Jan Tanner's prized darkie pizza pie tosser, pre-blackened coal miner, oil spill wiper-upper, electro-mobile fuel...or plume of thing is absolutely certain:
Not one of you doomed elitist devil-worshippers could ever hope 
to dance...or write...or love like me...nor could any of your money buy you a light that shines anything like mine.

Friends, even if just some of what I'm saying is true -- AND ALL OF WHAT I'M SAYING IS TRUE -- these people have no qualms about offering up burnt sacrifices to Egyptian Gods, returning to slavery, and picking up where Hitler left off.

What else would have prompted me to write a document of this length, for free???
and I didn't even have to dance around nude, have sex with a steer, or offer up a human sacrifice to the oracle!!!

I have now revealed it all to you, dear readers...and you can believe it or not -- but if you've read this far, then you've either been called...or you've been called out -- and you can never say you weren't warned.  PICK UP YOUR BIBLE, FRIENDS, AND READ THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS -- IT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.

LISTEN TO ME: this stuff is going to happen -- first to the poor people, and to the black people, and the Hispanic people...and at first it will be kept kinda quiet; the wealthy whites will hear whispers of it, but they will shake their heads with disbelief and repeat to themselves "I can't believe it...well, it's not my problem." But if the plan is to get rid of 90% of the world's population, most of the wealthy will also be eliminated...and then it WILL BE YOUR PROBLEM.








Hypocrites, rich bitches and wannabe witches: you, no doubt, consider yourselves to be oh-so-clever...but I'm willing to bet that at least some of the revelations in this post are a little embarrassing to you; I believe these revelations come just a tad ahead of schedule, and I relish the thought of you squirming uncomfortably -- big bad asses, terrified of little black quickly squeamish and squirrelly.

You might hate Doug Bruce, and black people, and brown people, and people who believe in the United States Constitution, and people who believe in the Bible, and any people who aren't rich and white and in league with Satan like yourselves -- you might perceive yourselves as oh-so-enlightened compared to the rest of us expendable worker-ants...but tell me this:

Did your perverted, bird-headed cyclops milf-ing god warn you that a little black spider would crash your party early, expose your machinations and gum up your works?


But my God warned me...which means that your god just got pwned.  




  1. Hi there, Spydra

    I have had some difficulties navigating your website, but am getting through it. I'm also from the Springs. I wanted to tell you that McAfee got all excited about me being here. "We've tested millions of websites, but we haven't tested this one yet." Later, "This site has been queued for testing." Several times, "Are you the owner of this website?" with an Add-a-comment box. Then I was asked to "Become a reviewer. Register and leave a review of this site." This was new for me and hopefully without significance. But I thought to tell you. I have been through a lot too.

    Nurse Betty

  2. Nice disinfo site. Kudos. The transition from historical fact to conspiratorial delusion is subtle and well crafted.

    Got OTO?

    What would Jack do?

  3. Call it disinformation if you like.

    You can find my post on the OTO here:

    there's also some OTO information here:

    I'm not sure who "Jack" is...but if he was smart, he'd not go to America the Beautiful Park...unless he had a compelling need to fall down and worship at the fount of Isis.


  4. Spydra, You read the Bible. Satan rules this world until Jesus comes again. Why are you surprized?