My Dinner with Stygian Port [2]

Here’s the next podcast of the Celtic Rebel v/w Stygian Port “Dinner With Andros” series [in stereo]. Technically, it is the show prior to the last, so when we say things like “last time,” we are referring to a podcast that you’ve yet to hear. Clear as mud? Don’t worry, it will get even more confusing after we release the next one.

This one doesn’t require as much of a “warning” as the last, and should offend far fewer people. Still, I wouldn’t recommend cranking it out of your car stereo, as it will undoubtedly result in the cool kids not inviting you to their parties anymore.

Here’s the download link. Fans of Stygian Port expecting more Ed McMahon’ish color commentator to my Johnny Carson, are in for a pleasant surprise. He really comes out of his shell in this one, getting dangerously close to full-blown “Chatty Cathy” mode. Note what follows him saying, “I don’t really have anything add about the anus.” Anyway, it was nice to see/hear. Feel free to encourage him.

If you haven’t heard my fellow Jesuit Coadjutor Jordan Maxwell’s Project Camelot interview, well it’s worth a listen. {*1} As for Jones, I think the below image pretty much sums him up. I’ve spoken my peace regarding Bermas & The Infowarriors.

Didn’t realize Danny Boyle (of 28 Days) was involved in this “independent” foreign film “phenomenon” Slumdog Millionaire. Where’s that vomit emoticon when you need it? The Luciferean promotion business is old hat for Danny. Discussed clip:

Condoms came up last issue too [relevant/important enough to link the image again]. Sorry, it’s beyond irritating for me to hear fools repeat and propagate the slave wisdom of their indoctrination. Here’s a good rule of thumb: if you learned it, were taught it, or heard it, without researching it for yourself, it’s bullshit.

The above [right] shot is from Wanted (2008), and coincidentally, the guy buying them is the complete idiot the protagonist tires of early on. Probably for the best I didn’t see “hippie chick” again. Inevitably, we’d have had to have the dreaded “condom” conversation. Idiots who’ve been conditioned to believe they’re aware and intelligent tend to cling dearly to their indoctrinated belief systems [B.S.]. Thus, I’d very likely have ended up violating her rear entrance, just out of spite (think of it as a “poor man’s life extension technology”).

The referred to Futurama “Godfellas” episode is also worth a view. Just don’t fall into the [programmed] trap of assuming Groenig and company are talking about this nebulous white-bearded God/Dog character and it will make a lot more sense.

For those who haven’t read my entire body of work, the idea of who/what Lucy Fur is, starts here. The discussed mysterious e-mail, arrived in my inbox two hours before publication of my conclusion regarding the lady in question. As for the “fear” tactic, it was a really weird drop during an interview as soon as I mentioned Lucy, followed by some faint far-off sound of a dungeon door closing. Yea, [more] weird/spooky shit. Nothing “new.”

I can’t recall the name of she who spoke of a “fractal fence,” nor the commenter who appraised me of her lecture series. Chime in if you’re here. Speaking of cubing the cube, that Futurama episode (The Farnsworth Parabox) is also amazing:

My first exploration into the meaning of cubes is still relevant, and worth a read for any unfamiliar. I could do a whole analysis of the episode based on my personal growth and wisdom sense, but there’s more important things pending. {*2}

Of [extreme] interest, Matt Groening’s middle-name is “Abram.” The safe bet: not a coincidence. Farnsworth’s statement [below], pretty much cuts to the crux of our reality. For most of us, that god-damned box IS all that ever was or will be.

The Church plays it’s crucial role in the process, getting fools down on their knees to pray to the box that is their prison [contemplated/expanded]. The priest class has long laughed at the expense of the fools they indoctrinate with horse-crap disguised as religion. Relevant: Elvis Costello’s [included] “God’s Comic.”

“Deliver us from evil,” we pray/plead, ever-ignorant of just whom (or what) we are addressing, nor exactly what the hell we’re even asking for. Considering that religion IS ass-backwards and “evil” is the reverse of “live,” perhaps, we are begging to die ignorant and come right back into the box. Repeat.

Speaking of religion, got a good laugh out of the former [Godfellas] episode, when in his quest to find his lost friend, Frye went into the Amalgamated Church and asked, “Is there anything religion can do to help me find my friend?” By the way, the priest’s answer to the below conversation, was “No.” But laugh not too hard ye atheists, for the only person more ignorant than a “believer,” might be you.

I liked what Lenon Honor had to say on the subject of prayer in one of his video series. He views it as an “energy transference.” By “praying” to some gods we know little of, we feed them, and give them our power. As I’ve been saying, I’m done giving away my power to gods and men. I’m getting the fuck out of this box, and when I do, I’m gonna start taking some of that power back. The Gods better start praying they don’t meet me in the great beyond, lest I sodomize them.

Well, at least they, the hand-maidens of the gods, have a sense of humor; a sick twisted sense of humor, but funny nonetheless. It’s not a coincidence that the church below used the word Deliverance in their title [a movie about men fucking men up the ass]. Metaphorically, the priest class has long fucked their flock up the ass, while in some cases, literally fucking their children in said manner.

I thank Carolyn from Iconoclast Report and Josh from Global Reality for the “church bulletin” pics that I “borrowed.” Worth a laugh: an old [as the internet] list.

Speaking of ass-fucking, I had begun to wonder, some time ago, why Arnold grunts like a “stuck pig,” in EVERY SINGLE ONE of his early movies. Every single one. And it always seems to go on for an unbearably, and uncomfortably, long time.

Listening to the included [audio] clip from commando, free from the distraction of the hypnotizing and lying moving pictures on the screen, I think, makes it abundantly clear as to why. Again, as I surmised oh many times now, every element of cinematic craft/wizardry is scripted precisely, methodically and intentionally.

Based on his past, and my ventures into territory few dare venture [hence, why morons tend to dismiss me as "anally" obsessed], the questions yield answers. For one, the priest class chuckle as it reminds them of the time they spent with little Arnold. Two, they laugh their ass off at the dumb beer-swilling fag-bashing macho dudes in the audience who haven’t the slightest clue as to what they’re watching and eagerly submit/consent to the reprogramming of their mind.

“The individual is handicapped by coming face-to-face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.” — J. Edgar Hoover

That’s the quote Stygian Port referred to. Of relevance, in why most who call themselves “truthers will never ever understand the gay agenda, or even why they are who they are [cause, they "do what they want"]. Just this week, my sister reminded me of the South Park episode (“Goobacks“) where in order to change the future (the shape of things to come), the men choose to become gay en masse. Matter of factly, one character states, “We are trying to turn everyone gay so there are no future humans.” In the face of revelation, our laughter is our consent.

Adding to the musical train theme, from my youth, I recall all the media-fed zombie boys who boasted of “running the train” on some girl. Oh you silly boys: to properly form a train, each boxcar needs to be able to couple with the car in front of and behind it. If you don’t understand that yet, don’t worry, you will soon enough.

Stygian after previewing this asked about all the Train songs, and how many more I had. Answer: plenty more where those came from [and none are from the imbecile "run the train" genre]. For example: the Clash’s “Train in Vain” would now be relevant. Oh, and pay close attention to the “Jumping Someone Else’s Train” lyrics; they are equivalent to Howard Biel’s speech from the last podcast [3].

Hm, so train, outside of the last one bound for heaven, the one all you need is [blind] faith to board, also has multiple meanings. Aside from the rear-entry position favored by dogs, and the back-door method, favored by nearly everyone now, it also suggests to “indoctrinate/teach” as one might a pet, or a slave.

Formally defined: “to develop or form the habits, thoughts, or behavior of (a child or other person) by discipline and instruction.”

Thanks to B.L.Donnelly, who raised a good point about the propagation of mind-limiting propaganda, I feel I should start using the phrase “body energy field” instead of “Chakra System.” Who fathoms the potential of the hand? Indubitably, all general knowledge has been corrupted by the priest class, the servants of the vampiric overlords who’s very existence relies on keeping us forever in the box.

Likely not needing mention, if you haven’t already, please drop Jim Morrison, the one with a taste for the back doors of little boys from your list of idols humans. Next time you visit Paris, feel free to stomp on his grave. Wish I had. {*3}

Speaking of “chicken,” The Truman Show may just be worthy of an intimate exploration at some point. For now I’ll just point out a scene that someone really wanted the audience to notice. Carey runs into the twins and twice, they push his shoulder against the advertisement behind him, the camera focused on it.

Who’s the chicken in this situation? We are the chicken. We are the free-range slaves they are addressing (disuccsed in prior article, Statism is Dead vid reaches same conclusion). Just because we’re too blind [via conditioning] to see the chicken-wire, and too ignorant to know it exists, doesn’t mean it’s not there.

From our chicken cage, we go to Nick Cage (as I surmised before, he’s the new Kevin Bacon, connecting every actor to every movie). Though I wrote of National Treasure long ago, I wouldn’t necessarily recommend the article, I was but an infant then [in comparison to now]. Speaking of another Nick, the song “Oh Lucy” was done by none other than Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. WTF! Synchronicity?

There’s our dear [¿hm, deer-hoof?] little Angelina Jolie making the V for Vagina sign. Alternately, the Luciferan gesture can be interpreted as “fuck me” or you’re welcome to come get a “piece.” Hm, now the jukebox is playing Elvis Costello crooning, “Get your mind off the sweet behind, of our little angel” [not included].

Further supporting the theory logical fact regarding the gender of “the adversary” is how the temptation of the Jesus is even by Church, ahem, Scholars, called the “Temptation of the Flesh.” Well, unless Jesus was a poofer [which he wasn't, another article in the queue], it’s a safe bet there was vagina and titties involved.

After hearing the Vaganally obsessed Prince sing his praise to “Little Nikki,” I can assume he had some inkling as to, at least, what color car she might drive and why she might “park her car sideways, cause it wouldn’t last” [more on that soon].

Speaking of Religion, has it occured to you this whole “Global Warming” hooplah is really just another Religion? Without any evidence, millions now believe something, on nothing other than faith (and some spurious parables/data) alone. Worth a laugh, Park’s “Goobacks” episode featured some idiot bringing up the topic and some “uneducated” redneck smashing his rhetoric with logic a [unindoctinated] child might use, closing with “Fucking Retard!” Here’s a few that fit that bill:

Speaking of “warming,” there does seem to be some heat rising from down under. Yea, inevitably Nicole Kidman came up again. I know I’ve shared her lovely rear with you guys before, but that’s no reason not to share it again. Sorry Elvis!

However, the image annemarie shared with us in prior post does make me reflect and reconsider what I might do to Nicole. That’s one scary fucking cover, man.

The cover also speaks synchronistic volumes of the connection between NIC[k]OLE [¿nice-hole?] and OLE’NICK. So, what exactly to you think, having listened to the clips from Prince’s “tribute,” happens when Little Nicki “starts to grind?” Would that be as in “grind” flesh? Go back and look at the images from last podcast dealing with the meat-grinding Cattle-Barenness from someplace faraway down.

Listen closely to the sections where Prince is screaming and tell me if that sounds like “pleasure” to you. Here’s the other related pics I said I was saving. There are no coincidences folks. But, there is good reason why it’s all becoming so evident.

The Diamond Dogs are just the female variant of whores of the priest class. They are the starlettes that indoctrinate our kids into idol worship, and idleness [as in stunted brain development]. One day, I’ll get around to writing the long overdue article entitled Diamonds are a Whore’s Best Friend, but here’s another image [below] I’ve been looking to offload somewhere. Another bit of “truth.”

That may offend someone, and I guess I need not explain how little I care at this stage. But, many on this quest for truth wear diamonds, thus many “truthers” are whores who’ll never ever look into that mirror of truth. The first [real] step on the quest for truth is to admit you’re a whore. The second, is to stop being one.

Do I even need to get into the lunacy of going [submitting] to the church/state to get “married?” Cap in hand, begging the same “daddy” who despises and mocks you, to bequeath his blessing upon your union [¿would that be "foul union," or "fowl union"?]. The same slave privilege for which homosexuals are presently beating the drums of injustice at the plantation. Surely, the Master is rather amused.

Hm, so Oliver Stone (directed The Doors), Nick Cage [the illuminated seeker], Martin Scorcese (directed The Last Temptation of Christ), and Tom Hanks [symbologist hero extraordinnaire] are all intimately connected to the Vatican. Another coincidence, shirley. Here’s the flying x-box of death we talked about.

Which reminds me, I’m flabbergasted why people are so convinced that “Angels” are good, and “Demons” are bad, or that there’s even the slightest difference between the two. As if before the dawn of time, someone said, OK, all you guys that drink Coke are gonna be on the Devils Team and wear Red, while all you guys that drink Pepsi are gonna play for the Angels and wear White, forever. I guess it was better that than shirts versus skins? Which reminds me, I should probably sodomize a couple of those archangels once I get the hell out of this place.

Now the cabaret is frozen and the laughter comes in cans, and
The lonely hearts club clientele don’t know what to do with their hands

You swear you’ll never go back again, once you’re inside
You’re never the bridegroom, she’s always the bride
You’re not going to do a thing, to our little angel

You’ll come in a sweetheart and you’ll go out a stranger
Well, you try to love her, but she’s so contrary
Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary
So get your mind off the sweet behind of our little angel

Of note, in the mindfuck officially entitled Angels & Demons, said x-box flew into the vortex, while our deer Little Nicole spoke emphatically of “twisters” in Oz. {*4} There’s a lot more on that coming, and at the risk of giving away too much, let’s just say we’ll be “twisting the night away.”

 

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*1: Here’s a link. I can’t comment on aliens, cause I’ve yet to meet one. The main area I got uneasy is when Jordan’s comments regarding lying sack-of-shit history-distorting social-engineering chicken-hawk Steven-Spielberg came close to praise. [LB]

*2: Michael over at Hidden Agendas did a full-write up of said episode aeons ago, and included oodles of screen shots. For the unfamiliar, here’s my video featuring the movie segment Stygian and I joke about [08:08]. [LB]

*3: I’d guess, that nurture overrides nature, especially when you’re a victim of mind control. Safe to assume Jimmy spent a lot of time being eaten (as pic suggests), before he developed his own taste for “chicken”. [LB]

*4: Last-minute additions. My draft of “Diamonds” talks about how these over-abundant stones are pretty much worthless, unless you’re drilling through/for something. Thus, I can’t help but think this [kk] image is synchromystically related. The “uncomfortable statement” in regards to “twisting” that SP and I laugh about, occurred during the first Dark Knight interview. [LB]