Tuesday, 23 September 2008

Jésus le Messager de Lumière - JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.




Je crois sincèrement que les institutions bancaires sont plus dangereuses pour nos libertés que des armées permanentes.  Le droit d’émettre notre monnaie doit être retiré des banques et rendu au peuple qui est son propriétaire légitime.  Thomas Jefferson



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 YOU NEVER MESS UP WITH THE JUDAICS AND THE ROTHSCHILDS!

I Killed The Bank ~ President Andrew Jackson: U.S. Vice President Aaron Burr Shoots A Rothschild Czar ~ Rothschild’s Bank Agent Alexander Hamilton!

President Andrew Jackson Inauguration 1829
President Andrew Jackson Inauguration 1829
“Gentlemen! I too have been a close observer of the doings of the Bank of the United States. I have had men watching you for a long time, and am convinced that you have used the funds of the bank to speculate in the breadstuffs of the country.

The Shooting Of A Rothschild Czar. First Traitor Of The United States Is The Piece Of Shit Alexander Hamilton.
The Shooting Of A Rothschild Czar. First Traitor Of The United States Is The Piece Of Shit Alexander Hamilton. Aaron Burr Shoots Rothschild’s Bank Agent Alexander Hamilton.
When you won, you divided the profits amongst you, and when you lost, you charged it to the bank. You tell me that if I take the deposits from the bank and annul its charter I shall ruin ten thousand families. That may be true, gentlemen, but that is your sin!

Should I let you go on, you will ruin fifty thousand families, and that would be my sin! You are a den of vipers and thieves. I have determined to rout you out, and by the Eternal, (bringing his fist down on the table) I will rout you out.”
From the original minutes of the Philadelphia bankers sent to meet with President Jackson February 1834,
from Andrew Jackson and the Bank of the United States (1928) by Stan V. Henkels
President Jackson ended Rothschild’s 2nd. privately owned central bank on July 10, 1832. It was later innocuously & illegally resurrected in 1913. This time however, under a new innocuous sounding name “The Federal Reserve”, which is still with us today.
From 1836 when the lights were turned off on Rothschild’s central bank to 1913 the United States operated without a central bank and it has been the most prosperous time of the country.
What followed after 1913 would be the greatest injustice against the American people ever to be committed.

Washington Shot Revolution

ROUND 1


WAR OF 1776

THE UNITED STATE’S FIRST INNOCUOUS ROTHSCHILD CENTRAL BANK.

We Won The Battle But Lost The War Against The Cabal’s Bank From Which We Fled Britain In The First Place. As It Followed Us Here To America Through Rothschild’s Bank Agent Alexander Hamilton In 1791.
What about the first central bank, how did it secretly get smuggled into the newly founded USA? In short, through Rothschild’s Bank Agent, corrupted ‘so called’ founding father Alexander Hamilton.

Photograph of statue of Alexander Hamilton in the rotunda of the United States Capitol.
Photograph of the statue of Rothschild’s Bank Agent and The United State’s first traitor ‘Alexander Hamilton’ in the rotunda of the United States Capitol. In fact, this statue should go under review by The American People to see if it should be removed.

The First Bank of the United States was created in 1791 and chartered for 20 years. Hamilton created for his boss Rothschild his privately owned central bank inside the USA right after President Washington had won Independence from these same parasitical vampiers in 1776. Hamilton aka; Rothschild converted the public debt (interest-free) into now interest bearing bonds, payable to the bankers.
Now you can see the reason why, The Newly Formed Republic did not renew the charter due to public outrage about the corrupt policy of pilfering America’s wealth..
The Sneaky Ways Of Tax And Interest! Goes to The Elite Liars, Elite Murderers, Elite Con Artists, Elite Hedonists, Elite Cowards, & The Elite etc etc etc.
Benjamin Franklin said, “Conditions were so reversed that the era of prosperity had ended and a depression set in to such an extent that the streets of the Colonies were filled with the unemployed!” Bank money was like our FED money.
First ‘centralizing bank’ of the Rothschild bankers was terminated in 1811.
Wasn’t Alexander upright and noble? Nope, he even argued that State’s should not be sovereign, that States should be serfs to the Feds.
But you see, Alexander Hamilton could afford to say anything ‘noble’ as he was a pretext in U.S. sovereignty.
Hamilton’s gave Noble Speeches Of Defending The Constitution, While At The Same Time Hamilton He Is Injecting Rothschild Poison Into The Veins Of The Newly Formed USA!.
This piece of shit assisted his boss in continuing The Revolutionary War Against Those who fled The Oppressive Bank/Government Of London, by usurping The United State’s Monetary System Of Healthy Capitalism.
When Hamilton’s bank charter expired in 1811, the international bankers started the war of 1812.
SOUND FAMILIAR? ‘BANK THEN WAR’ ‘BANK THEN WAR’ ‘BANK THEN WAR’
– Its The Modus Operandi Of The  Innocuously Titled Banker’s Ancient Greed Scheme known today as NWO!
Teaching The Insolent American's Not To Fuck With Rothschild's Banking System BY Burning The White House IN 1812. This because We Terminated Rothschild's Banking System In 1811 By Not Renewing
Teaching The Insolent American’s Not To Fuck With Rothschild’s Banking System By Burning The White House In 1812. This because We Terminated Rothschild’s Banking System In 1811, By Not Renewing Their 20 Year Alexander Hamilton Charter Of Controlling America’s Wealth. We Won The Battle But Lost The War Against The Bank, As It Was Innocuously Started In America Again A Second Time.

ROUND 2


WAR OF 1812

CITY OF LONDON [BRITISH]

COOPERATES WITH MUSLIMS

OTTOMAN EMPIRE ATTACKS AMERICA AS WELL

THE UNITED STATE’S SECOND INNOCUOUS ROTHSCHILD CENTRAL BANK Sneaks In Again.

Another War Another Crack, To Sneak In Rothschild’s Banking System Of centralizing The United State’s Wealth To The Crown. “Centralizing” formed many guises to agitate a Nation State’s System To What Is Called Now Keynesian Economics. These guises were sponsored by Rothschild himself when he hired Karl Marx to write a social system [marxism,communism, naziism, nationalism, socialism, fascism, corporatism] denigrating healthy sovereign capitalism, into a centralizing social fabric system where the wealth is centralized to Rothschild’s Banks.
The United States Exports Were Up To $61 Million Dollars And By Golly Rothschild’s City Of London Just Couldn’t Have That Either So they Attacked The U.S. Our Exports Declined To $7 Million And The Ottoman Empire Helped Britain By Attacking Our Exporting Ships. Hmmm what to do now?
Hamilton Burr
Founding Father Who Did Good? Alexander Hamilton was The Ultimate Traitor To The U.S.
Hamilton Established The First Central Bank With Rothschild ~ Inside The United States.
Hamilton Was Shot By Burr Who Served Under General Washington.
Hamilton Was Married Into The Rothschild Family.                                                                    U.S. Secretary Of The Treasury Alexander Hamilton [Ben Bernake’s Predecessor] Was Shot And Killed By Vice President Aaron Burr On  July 11, 1804

Hamilton exemplified the contempt which the Eight Banking Cabal Families hold towards “”common people””, once stating:
“All communities divide themselves into the few and the many. The first are the rich and the well born, the others the mass of the people…
The people are turbulent and changing; they seldom judge and determine right. Give therefore to the first class a distinct, permanent share of government. They will check the unsteadiness of the second.”
– Alexander Hamilton
Alex H. was born on the Caribbean island of Nevis on January 11, 1755. Alex’s father James abandoned the family, fearful that the mother of his child would be charged with bigamy. You see Alex was a product of adultery.

Perhaps Alex’s position above was to over compensate for his own shady ‘well born’ beginnings. It of course is not his fault and that never should be held against him. But the above quote by Alex is callous, narcissistic, and in keeping with how the banking sociopath feels toward his fellow man.


“I have never known the prejudice in favor of birth, parentage and descent, more conspicuous than in the instance of Col. Burr. That gentleman was connected by blood with many respectable families in New England. . . .  He had served in the army, and came out of it with the character of a knight without fear, and an able officer.”                  - – – President John Adams
“I have never known the prejudice in favor of birth, parentage and descent, more conspicuous than in the instance of Col. Burr. That gentleman was connected by blood with many respectable families in New England. . . . He had served in the army, and came out of it with the character of a knight without fear, and an able officer.”               – President John Adams
Third Vice President Of The United States Of America Shoots Alexander Hamilton Dead Putting An End To Hamilton’s Noble Speeches Of Defending The Constitution While At The Same Time Hamilton Injecting Rothschild Poison Into The Veins Of The Newly Formed USA!
On December 24, 1814. Representatives of the U.S. government, meeting in Belgium, signed the Treaty of Ghent, which ended hostilities between the U.S. and Great Britain in the War of 1812.
However, given the lack of swift communications in those days, it would be several weeks before news of the treaty reached U.S. shores.
In the meantime, unaware that England and her former colonies were once again at peace, Major General Andrew Jackson led his troops against the British army just outside of New Orleans in January 1815.
Jackson and his men defeated the British, and the Battle of New Orleans made the military man a national hero.
Later, as President of the United States, the General would figure prominently in another battle: the one over the Second International Cabal Bank of the United States.
President Andrew Jackson

Well now, The U.S. Is In War Debt Thanx To The Ottoman Empire & The Cabal Of London Banker’s Military Attack On The U.S. So when the country had found itself in a similar situation in 1783, Alexander Hamilton, the first Secretary of the Treasury, proposed a solution to the nation’s economic problems: establish a national bank.
Well now, through a fabricated precursor such as war [Gee where have I heard that before?] a Rothschild solution is again resurrected.
Six men figured prominently in establishing the second Bank of the United States (commonly called the Second Bank): financiers John Jacob Astor, David Parish, Stephen Girard, and Jacob Barker; Alexander Dallas, who would become Secretary
of the Treasury in 1814; and Representative John
C. Calhoun of South Carolina.
Legislation was introduced 5 times for a ‘central bank’ and 5 times defeated with 2 President Madison vetoes, but on the 6th. attempt it was passed.

On April 10, 1816, President Madison signed the bill into law.
By this time, of course, financing the war was no longer a consideration. But the government still had to deal with such issues as establishing a stable currency, dealing with war debt, re-establishing trade, and pulling the economy out of its slump.

THE PANIC OF 1819

THE 2ND. CENTRAL BANK MORPHS INTO AN EPIC FAILURE

1819 Often described as the first major financial crisis in the U.S., this panic was part of a worldwide crisis. In the U.S. the panic had its roots in the Second Bank’s operations.
The bank had extended a large number of loans shortly after it opened. But as an increasing trade deficit led to an outflow of specie, the bank had to contract its lending and extensions of credit.
This credit contraction led, in turn, to bankruptcies, Foreclosures, bank failures, a drop in real estate prices, and a slump in agriculture and manufacturing ensued.

THE PANIC OF 1825

THE 2ND. CENTRAL BANK MAKES SPECULATIVE INVESTMENTS

MORPHS INTO EPIC FAILURE

FYI:
Speculative Investments was terminated by Roosevelt against the 3rd Rothschild Central Bank Of 1913 known as The Federal reserve, using The Glass Steagall Act.
In 1999 Billy Clinton another Rothschild Czar, Repealed This Act Allowing Rothschild To Pilfer America’s Wealth Once Again Via bubble Creation aka; Pump/Dump Scheme in The Housing Market.

President Andrew Jackson

President Andrew Jackson

President Jackson Has Had Enough Of The Central Bank Scheme!

After 12 years of manipulations of the US economy on the part of the Second Bank of the U.S., the American people had had just about enough.   Opponents of the Bank, nominated a dignified senator from Tennessee named Andrew Jackson, the hero of the Battle of New Orleans, to run for President.

This is his home, “The Hermitage”.   No one gave Jackson a chance initially.   The Bank had long ago learned how the political process could be controlled with money.   To the surprise and dismay of the “money changers”, Jackson was swept into office in 1828.
Jackson was determined to kill the Bank at the first opportunity.
And he wasted no time in trying to do so.   But the Bank’s 20-year charter didn’t come up for renewal until 1836, the last year of his second term, if he could survive that long.   During his first term, Jackson contented himself with rooting out the Bank’s many minions from government service.
He fired 2,000 of the 11,000 employees of the federal government.
In 1832, with his re-election approaching, the Bank struck an early blow, hoping that Jackson would not want to stir up controversy.

They asked Congress to pass a renewal bill 4 years early. Naturally, Congress complied and sent it to the President for signing, but Jackson weighed-in with both feet.
“Old Hickory”, never a coward, vetoed the bill.
His veto message is one of the great American documents. It clearly lays out the responsibility of the federal government towards its citizens, rich and poor.

Later that year, in July 1832, Congress was unable to override Jackson’s veto.

Now, Jackson had to stand for re-election. Jackson took his argument directly to the people.
For the first time in US history, Jackson took his Presidential campaign on the road. Before then, Presidential candidates stayed at home and looked Presidential.  
His campaign slogan was “Jackson and no Bank”.
The National Republican party ran Senator Henry Clay against Jackson.   Despite the fact that the bankers pored over 3 million dollars into Clay’s campaign, Jackson was re-elected by a landslide in November of 1832.
Despite his Presidential victory, Jackson knew the battle was only beginning. “The hydra of corruption is only scotched, not dead”, said the newly elected President.   Jackson ordered his new Secretary of Treasury, Lewis McClean, to start removing the government’s deposits from the Second Bank and start placing them in state banks.
But McClean refused to do so. Jackson fired him and appointed William J Duane as the new Secretary of the Treasury.
Duane also refused to comply with the President’s requests and so Jackson fired him as well.
And then appointed Roger B Teney to the office. Teney did withdraw government funds from the Bank starting on October 1st, 1833.
Jackson was jubilant.
“I have a chain. I’m ready with screws to draw every tooth and then the stumps.”
But the Bank was not yet done fighting. Its head Nicholas Biddle used its influence to get the Senate to reject Teney’s nomination.
Then, in a rare show of arrogance, Bittle threatened to cause a depression, if the Bank was not rechartered.
“This worthy President thinks that because he has scalped Indians and imprisoned Judges, he is to have his way with the Bank.   He is mistaken.”
— Nicholas Biddle
Next, in an unbelievable fit of honesty for a central banker, Biddle admitted that he was going to make money scarce to force Congress to restore the Bank.

quote_nicholas_biddle_economic_threat_of_depression
“Nothing but widespread suffering will produce any effect on Congress…. Our only safety is in pursuing a steady course of firm restriction – and I have no doubt that such a course will ultimately lead to restoration of the currency and the recharter of the Bank.”
— Nicholas Biddle
What a stunning revelation. Here was the pure truth, revealed with shocking clarity.   Biddle intended to use the money-contraction power of the Bank to cause a massive depression until America gave in. Unfortunately, this has happened time and time again throughout US history, and is about to happen again, in today’s world.

Nicholas Biddle made good on his threat.   The Bank sharply contracted the money supply by calling in old loans and refusing to extend new ones.   A financial panic ensued, followed by a deep depression.   Naturally, Biddle blamed Jackson for the crash, saying that it was caused by the withdrawal of federal funds from the Bank.

Unfortunately, his plan worked well. Wages and prices sagged. Unemployment soared, along with business bankruptcies. The nation quickly went into an uproar. Newspaper editors blasted Jackson in editorials. The Bank threatened to withhold payments, which then could be made directly to key politicians for their support. Within only months, Congress assembled in what was called the “Panic Session.”

Six months after he had withdrawn funds from the Bank, Jackson was officially censured by a resolution that passed the Senate by a vote of 26 to 20.   It was the first time that a President had ever been censured by Congress.

Jackson lashed out at the Bank.

“You are a den of vipers.  I intend to rout you out and by eternal God, I will rout you out.”
America’s fate teetered on a knife edge. If Congress could muster enough votes to override Jackson’s veto, the Bank would be granted another 20-year monopoly or more over America’s money, time enough to consolidate its already great power.
Then, a miracle occurred. The governor of Pennsylvania came out supporting Jackson and strongly criticized the Bank. On top of that, Biddle had been caught boasting in public about the Bank’s plan to crash the economy.

Suddenly the tide shifted.

In April of 1834, the House of Representatives voted 134 to 82 against rechartering the Bank.
This was followed up by an even more lopsided vote to set up a special committee to investigate whether the Bank had caused the crash.
When the investigating committee arrived at the Bank’s door in Philidelphia, armed with a subpoena to examine the books, Biddle refused to give them up, nor would he allow inspection of correspondence with Congressmen, relating to their personal loans and advances he made to them.
He also refused to testify before the committee back in Washington.
In January 8th, 1835, Jackson paid off the final installment on the national debt, which had been necessitated by allowing the banks to issue currency for government bonds, rather than simply issuing treasury notes without such debt.

He was the only President to ever pay off the debt.
A few weeks later, on January 30th, 1835, an assassin by the name of Richard Lawrence, tried to shoot President Jackson.
The first attempt to kill a sitting U.S. President occurred on January 30th 1835. It happened just outside the United States Capitol Building and it’s intended victim, Andrew Jackson, emerged miraculously unscathed.
As Jackson was leaving the Capitol, after the funeral of South Carolina Representative Warren Davis, Richard Lawrence, an unemployed housepainter from England, burst from the crowd. Standing three paces away, he aimed a small pistol at President Jackson and pulled the trigger.
Although a loud shot was heard – the derringer misfired. Lawrence, seemingly prepared for this unlikely eventuality, then pulled a second pistol and fired. This gun also misfired. It has been suggested that the moisture from the humid weather of the day contributed to both guns misfiring. Although no bullets were fired from the derringers – the explosions from the blasting caps drew the crowds attention.
Lawrence was quickly restrained, with legend saying that the President attacked Lawrence with his cane. Others present, including Representative David Crockett of Tennessee, disarmed Lawrence.
But by the grace of God, both pistols misfired. Lawrence was later found not guilty by reason of insanity.   After his release, he bragged to friends that powerful people in Europe had put him up to the task and promised to protect him if he were caught.
In the 1930’s, due to curiosity concerning the double misfires, researchers at the Smithsonian Institution tested and retested the pistols.
Each time the pistols performed perfectly.
It was later determined that the odds of both guns misfiring during the assassination attempt were 1 in 125,000.
The following year, when its charter ran out, the Second Bank of the United States, ceased functioning as the nation’s central bank.
Rothschild Czar Nicholas Biddle
Rothschild Czar Nicholas Biddle

Biddle was later arrested and charged with fraud. He was tried and acquitted, but died shortly thereafter, while still tied up in civil suits.
After his second term as President, Jackson retired here to the Hermitage outside of Nashville to live out his life.

He is still remembered here for his determination to kill the Bank.   In fact, he killed it so well that it took the “money changers” 77 years to undo the damage.

When asked what his most important accomplishment had been, Jackson replied,
“I killed the Bank.”
From 1836 when the lights were turned off on Rothschild’s central bank to 1913 the United States operated without a central bank and it has been the most prosperous time of the country.
President Lincoln's Funeral
President Lincoln’s Funeral

Abe Lincoln Was Not So Lucky As President Jackson

In Fighting The Rothschild Central Bank Of London.

Unfortunately, even Jackson failed to grasp the entire picture and its root cause.   Although Jackson had killed the central bank, the most insidious weapon of the “money changers” – fractional reserve banking – remained in use by the numerous state-chartered banks.This fueled economic instability in the years before the Civil War.   Still, the central bankers were out and as a result, America thrived as it expanded westward.During this time, the principal “money changers” struggled to regain their lost centralized power, but to no avail.
Then, finally they reverted to the old central banker’s formula: war to create debt and dependency.
If they couldn’t get their central bank any other way, America could be brought to its knees by plunging it into a Civil War, just as they had done in 1812, after the First Bank of the United States was not re-chartered.
President Andrew Jackson
President Andrew Jackson

“It is not our own citizens only who are to receive the bounty of our Government.   More than eight millions of the stock of this bank are held by foreigners…. Is there no danger to our liberty and independence in a bank that in its nature has so little to bind it to our country? ….”

“Controlling our currency, receiving our public moneys, and holding thousands of our citizens in dependence …. would be more formidable and dangerous than a military power of the enemy.”

“If [government] would confine itself to equal protection, and, as Heaven does its rains, shower its favor alike on the high and the low, the rich and the poor, it would be an unqualified blessing.   In the act before me, there seems to be a wide and unnecessary departure from these just principles.”
President Andrew Jackson
“…It is to be regretted that the rich and powerful too often bend the acts of government to their selfish purposes. Distinctions in society will always exist under every just government.
Equality of talents, of education, or of wealth can not be produced by human institutions. In the full enjoyment of the gifts of Heaven and the fruits of superior industry, economy, and virtue, every man is equally entitled to protection by law; but when the laws undertake to add to these natural and just advantages artificial distinctions, to grant titles, gratuities, and exclusive privileges, to make the rich richer and the potent more powerful, the humble members of society-the farmers, mechanics, and laborers-who have neither the time nor the means of securing like favors to themselves, have a right to complain of the injustice of their Government.

There are no necessary evils in government. Its evils exist only in its abuses. If it would confine itself to equal protection, and, as Heaven does its rains, shower its favors alike on the high and the low, the rich and the poor, it would be an unqualified blessing. In the act before me there seems to be a wide and unnecessary departure from these just principles.

Nor is our Government to be maintained or our Union preserved by invasions of the rights and powers of the several States. In thus attempting to make our General Government strong we make it weak.

Its true strength consists in leaving individuals and States as much as possible to themselves-in making itself felt, not in its power, but in its beneficence; not in its control, but in its protection; not in binding the States more closely to the center, but leaving each to move unobstructed in its proper orbit.

Experience should teach us wisdom. Most of the difficulties our Government now encounters and most of the dangers which impend over our Union have sprung from an abandonment of the legitimate objects of Government by our national legislation, and the adoption of such principles as are embodied in this act.

1913  Rothschild Federal Reserve ~ A Non Federal Entity Illegally Written Into Acceptance By Rothschild Soldier Woodrow Wilson.
1913 Rothschild Federal Reserve ~ A Non Federal Entity Illegally Written Into Acceptance By Rothschild Soldier Woodrow Wilson.
Many of our rich men have not been content with equal protection and equal benefits, but have besought us to make them richer by act of Congress.
By attempting to gratify their desires we have in the results of our legislation arrayed section against section, interest against interest, and man against man, in a fearful commotion which threatens to shake the foundations of our Union.
It is time to pause in our career to review our principles, and if possible revive that devoted patriotism and spirit of compromise which distinguished the sages of the Revolution and the fathers of our Union.
If we can not at once, in justice to interests vested under improvident legislation, make our Government what it ought to be, we can at least take a stand against all new grants of monopolies and exclusive privileges, against any prostitution of our Government to the advancement of the few at the expense of the many, and in favor of compromise and gradual reform in our code of laws and system of political economy.
I have now done my duty to my country.
If sustained by my fellow citizens, I shall be grateful and happy; if not, I shall find in the motives which impel me ample grounds for contentment and peace. In the difficulties which surround us and the dangers which threaten our institutions there is cause for neither dismay nor alarm.

U.S. Militia
U.S. Militia

For relief and deliverance let us firmly rely on that kind Providence which I am sure watches with peculiar care over the destinies of our Republic, and on the intelligence and wisdom of our countrymen.
Through His abundant goodness and their patriotic devotion our liberty and Union will be preserved.”
President Andrew Jackson July 10, 1832

Rothschild money masters
Rothschild money masters

The Money Masters is a 3 1/2 hour non-fiction, historical documentary that traces the origins of the corrupted political power structure that rules our nation and the world today.
The modern corrupted political power structure has its roots in the hidden manipulation and accumulation of gold and other forms of money.
The development of fractional reserve banking practices [Derivatives] in the 17th century brought to a cunning sophistication the secret techniques initially used by goldsmiths fraudulently to accumulate wealth.
With the formation of the privately-owned Bank of England in 1694, the yoke of economic slavery to a privately-owned Rothschild “central” bank aka; [communism] was first forced upon the backs of an entire nation, not removed, but only made heavier with the passing of the three centuries to our day.
Nation after nation, including America, has fallen prey to this Rothschild cabal [the factual beginning of mafia] of masonic international central bankers.
Though the Federal Reserve has a “.gov” web address, it is actually a private bank dedicated only to generating profits for its owners.
http://www.federalreserve.gov/  –  quote is taken from upper right-hand corner of the website
What followed after 1913 would be the greatest injustice against the American people ever to be committed.
Thus here began the continuing modus operandi of Rothschild’s fabricating chaos and bilking the chaos!

The Federal Reserve System was created on December 23, 1913, when President Woodrow Wilson signed the Federal Reserve Act into law.
The Federal Reserve System was created on December 23, 1913, when President Woodrow Wilson signed the Federal Reserve Act into law.

1913

ROUND 3

WORLD WAR 1

28 July 1914 and lasted until 11 November 1918

THE UNITED STATE’S THIRD INNOCUOUS ROTHSCHILD CENTRAL BANK.

U.S. Congress voted on the Rothschild’s Federal Reserve Act on December 22nd, 1913 and several subversives between the hours of 1:30 AM and 4:30 AM changed the vote.
In 1913 Jacob Schiff sets up Rothschild’s Anti Defamation League (ADL) in the United States.  This organisation is formed to slander anyone who questions or challenges the Rothschild global conspiracy as, “anti-semitic.” Rothschild is not a practicing Jew by Judaism or By Blood Line. He is a common khazarian thug, but he likes to hide as the coward he is when absconding people’s wealth.
In 1913 Sun Yat Sen was beginning Socialism In China Which culminated into its ugly brother Communism Under Mao Tse Tung. Remember Sun Yat Sen escaped China With A Price On His Head And Received A COLB Just Like Barry Soetoro aka; Obama.
People Of Russia didn't like centralizing their hard earned cash to the Banking Cabalists ~ Lenin with a big hole in his ass.
People Of Russia didn’t like centralizing their hard earned cash to the Banking Cabalists ~ Lenin with a big hole in his ass.

“The best way to destroy the Free Open Market Capitalist System was to debauch the currency. By a continuing process of inflation, governments can confiscate, secretly and unobserved, an important part of the wealth of their citizens.”

Rothschild formed the Soviet Union by Financing Vladimir Lenin in the orchestrated 1917 bloody murder of Tsar Nicholas II and his entire family in Russia.

Rothschilds are the originators of MAFIA. They are unelected controlling thugs, who have cheated, murdered, bribed, fear mongered their way into public control.
The people of the World have now begun to unravel this web of deceit and are taking action.

In 1917 Vladimir Lenin With Rothschild over throws The Russian Monarchy starting Rothschild’s Devised Doctrine of socialism/marxism/communism/ in Russia to become USSR.
President Putin paid off Russia’s debt to rothschild in 2006 and has been removing his goons from Russia ever since.
– Volubrjotr
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Et déposer ma vie
Dans le creux de ses mains...
Rien ne fut facile à l'humain que j'étais
Non rien...
Il m'a fallu du temps
Pour emprunter la Voie
Du sage nazaréen...
Alors j'ai pris la route glacée de l'exil
Il me fallait connaître solitude, froid et faim
Pour sonder mon courage
Et affermir ma foi.

Partir dans le désert
Quarante jours quarante nuits
Seul avec moi-même...
Et puis dans une grotte
Quelques figues séchées
Le filet d'une source...
Et l'extase bleutée
Pour mon âme exaltée
Fusant dans les étoiles
Guettant la divine réponse
...M'accordes-Tu le droit
De vivre comme un homme
Où n'ai-je que le choix
De mourir sur la Croix ?
Dis moi Père... oh dis moi...

J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où le cri des agneaux s'échappaient hors du temple
A m'arracher des larmes...
Où le sang versé des béliers sacrifiés
N'enlevait pas le mal
Des infirmes se traînant
Et des lépreux rampant
Dans les ruelles borgnes
Des quartiers mal famés de Jérusalem...
Oh Jérusalem... Jérusalem...
Toi qui tues les innocents
Et lapides les prophètes...
J'ai compris en te voyant
Le mal qui te minait
Mais tu le préférais
Au bien que j'apportais...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où les puissants priaient en se vautrant dans l'or
Tuaient des animaux pour tuer leur conscience
Appliquaient une loi cruelle
Qui n'était pas la Loi Originelle...
Mais ignorait la misère du Peuple.
Qui était ce dieu en qui ils croyaient ?
Qui était ce Yahvé barbare et sanguinaire
Se repaissant de crimes ?
Etait-ce vraiment ce que vous nommez Dieu ?

Tableau de Mark Harrison
Le dieu de Moïse était-il donc si différent du mien ?
Ou bien... avait-ON trahi sa parole ?
Ou bien... les Imposteurs l'avaient-ils confondu
Avec une de leurs idoles
Rapportée du pays égyptien ?

J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où mes mains se tendaient pour alléger la peine
D'un pays égaré dans de fausses croyances
Que j'ai voulu éclairer de mon Enseignement...
Remplacer la veangeance par l'Amour
Agir au lieu de faire des discours
Mais les princes du Sacerdoce
Ne voulaient pas donner la Vérité aux hommes...

Ils préféraient asservir le Peuple
Sous le joug de l'ignorance
Le laisser porter seul
Le fardeau des souffrances...
Ils préféraient la Loi du tallion
A celle du Pardon
Et juger l'Innocent pour masquer l'Imposture
Et tuer la Lumière pour que vive le Mensonge.

J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où grondait le tonnerre... certain soir...
D'un dernier repas entre amis
Etrange scène que cette Cène
Et eux, tous là autour de moi
Ne comprenant pas le sens de mon message
De Pierre le naïf à Jean le bien-aimé...

Tenez... prenez mes frères
Ce pain que je vous donne...

Et souvenez-vous de moi
Lorsque je ne serai plus là
Car il faut que je parte...
Tenez... buvez mes frères

Le bon vin de la treille...
Vous avez la meilleure part
Je garde pour moi le calice amer
Qu'il me faudra vider jusqu'à la lie...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où j'ai prêché dans le désert
Même avec mes disciples...
Ont-ils saisi mon message
Ce soir-là ?
Ont-ils perçu ma souffrance
Et le sens symbolique
Du baiser de Judas à l'Ami trahi
...
J'ai souvenance d'un immense chagrin
Dans le jardin de Gethsémani
Seul... si seul...
Les apôtres endormis...

Oh mon Père... mon Père...
Quelle fut longue la nuit à scruter les étoiles
Pour trouver ta présence dans ce désert glacé...
Seul... si seul... et pas un pour m'aider
 A alléger le  poids de ma souffrance...
Pas un pour partager le lourd sacrifice
Dont tu m'avais chargé...
Et plus le temps passait plus mon coeur se brisait
De tant d'indifférence...
Seul... si seul... avec ma douleur
 Et les larmes de mon âme
Roulant sur mon visage...
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où les gardiens d'une foi dévoyée
Falsifièrent mes paroles
Et me rendirent coupables d'un seul crime
:"Aime ton prochain comme toi-même...
Pardonne à la femme infidèle...
Et ne fais pas à l'autre ce que tu ne voudrais pas que l'on te fasse..."

Coupable d'Amour Universel.
Coupable d'avoir dit aussi :
"Mon Royaume n'est pas de ce monde."
Mais comment leur expliquer
Que nous possédons une Âme
Qui vient d'Ailleurs ? Comment ?
Et de quoi avaient-ils donc si peur
Pour me livrer à l'Envahisseur
Afin qu'il m'assassine à leur place ?

J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où pour avoir préféré le Peuple aux privilèges
Les princes du sacerdoce me crachèrent au visage...
Me giflèrent, m'insultèrent...
Puis me livrèrent à l'ennemi
Qui, lui se serait contenté de me faire fouetter...

Et sans doute Ponce Pilate comprit-il mon désarroi
Lorsqu'il me vit seul... si seul...
Comme un agneau au milieu des loups...
Comme l'Innocence au milieu du Mensonge
Humble... si humble au milieu de tant d'arrogance...

"Quelle accusation portez-vous contre cet homme ?" (Jean 18/29)
Je ne trouve aucun crime en lui." (Jean 18/38)
Qu'ils lui donnèrent comme prétexte :

"Nous avons une loi; et, selon notre loi, il doit mourir,
parce qu'il s'est fait Fils de Dieu."
(Jean 19/7)
Ont-ils si mal compris mon Enseignement
Ou bien ont-ils fait semblant ?

"
Et Caïphe était celui qui avait donné ce conseil aux Juifs :
Il est avantageux qu'un seul homme meure pour le peuple."
(Jean 18/14)
Etais-je donc si dangereux ?
Que craignaient-ils pour en arriver là ?
Qu'avaient ils à cacher ?
Pourquoi ont-ils voulu m'empêcher de parler ?
"Je publierai des choses cachées depuis la création du monde." Mat.13/34 "...car il n'y a rien de caché qui ne doive être découvert,
ni de secret qui ne doive être connu."
Mat. 10/26
Un autre après moi viendra et... dira la Vérité...

J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où une foule hostile me conspua
Et préféra un certain Barabbas...
Ô Souviens-toi mon Âme, cet étrange vertige...
Revenir au Royaume céleste passait par une étape
Où le Martyre faisait partie du Plan...
Mais la souffrance humaine
Quelle terrible Epreuve...
J'aurais bu le calice jusqu'à la lie.
Impossible d'y échapper.
Seul... si seul jusqu'au bout...
Mais malgré les cris de haine
Tant de silence au fond de moi
Promesse d'une paix à venir...
Sérénité avant Agonie
 Et la voix de mon Père résonnant

"Vas jusqu'au bout de ton calvaire... mon Fils...
Montre leur le chemin...
Ouvre leur la voie... qu'ils comprennent
Que la rédemption ne s'obtient pas
En immolant des animaux
Mais en se sacrifiant Soi...
C'est le symbole de la Croix..." 
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
Où planait la tourmente sur la fin du parcours...
D'un pays où la douleur et le sang
Furent ma récompense...
Seul... si seul.. lorsqu'ils me suppliciaient
 Et déjà si proche de la Fin
Quand ils m'ont crucifié...


 
 Oh mon Père... mon Père...
Dans l'atroce souffrance
J'ai presque failli douter de ton Amour pour moi...

 
 
 


 

 
 
 

 
 
 







 
J'ai souvenance d'un pays
 Où plane encore
L'ombre d'une croix...
Toutes les photos ou presque sont tirées du film de Franco Zefirelli Jésus de Nazareth avec le sublime Robert Powell dans le rôle de Ieschoua...

 
  
 
 
 
 

Poème le Messager de Lumière Ieschoua Jesus
par Adriana Evangelizt
Poète Mystique

 Adriana Evangelizt Jésus le Messager de Lumière - Poésie Cosmique - Adriana Evangelizt

JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.



JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.
Cosmic Poetry by Adriana Evangelizt

I remember a country
Bursting of light that dazzled my eyes
A country where the morning mist
Wrapped around the countryside
Like a celestial hijaab...
Where one could hear chanting voices of that Elsewhere
That I had to leave
In order to incarnate into a man...
I came from so far away
From so far away...
Painting by Wojtek Siudmak
It cost me so much lo leave my Palestine.
I knew beforehand my earthly destiny
Drawn by a fatal finger
By perverted men…
Loved by the smallest,
Hated by the greatest.
And so many deaf, so many blind,
So many ignorant people
Who would remain impervious to my Teaching,
And would not fathom
The sparkling mystery buried
In the very heart of my Parables…

I remember a country
With scorching sun
Where my feet carried me
On the dusty paths…
Of a country
With an overpowering atmosphere,
Where the crowd was waiting for me by the River Jordan…
So many desperate people!
So may suffering hearts!
So many ailments to heal,
And I, all alone… so alone… so alone,
Preaching in the wind!
Having become only a maker of miracles,
A healer of the body
When I was only a healer of the soul…
But, how to tell them
That they shelter the key to their deliverance
Deep inside themselves?
How to explain to them
That the perishable flesh is only superficial?
I remember a country
Where burning flames danced in women’s glances;
Where their eyes sometimes clung
So brightly to mine;
Where a glimpse of possible happiness emerged…
I could have chosen another burden…
I could have, me too, a companion,
And put my life
In the hollow of her hands…
Nothing was easier for the human that I was,
Really nothing…
It took me time
To follow the Path
Of the wise Nazarean…
So, I took the very cold road leading to exile.
I had to experience loneliness, cold and hunger
In order to evaluate my courage
And strenghthen my faith.
Heading for the desert
Forty days and forty nights
Alone with myself…
And then in a grotto.
Some dried figs,
A trickle of a stream…
And my exalted soul
Merging with the stars
In blueish ecstacy
Watching for the heavenly reply…
Do Thee grant me the right to live as a man
Or do I have but the choice
Only to die on the Cross?
Tell me Father… Oh, please, tell me…
I remember a country
Where the screams of lambs escaped out of the temples
Driving me to tears…
Where the blood of the sacrificed rams
Did not remove the ills
Of the dragging along invalids,
And the creeping lepers
In the half blind roadlets
Of the ill reputed quarters of Jerusalem…
Oh Jerusalem… Jerusalem…
You who kills the innocent
And stones the prophets…
Looking at you I have understood
The evil that gnaws at you,
But, you preferred it
To the good I was bringing to you…

I remember a country
Where the rich prayed while wallowing in gold,
Killed animals in order to kill their conscience,
Applied a cruel law
That was not the Original Law…
But, ignored the misery of the People.
Who was it that god they believe in?
Who was this barbaric and bloodthirsty Yahweh
Who feasted on crime?
Was it really this that you call God?
Painting by Mark Harrison

The god of Moses was he so different from mine?
Or else… have THEY betrayed his Message?
Or else…the Impostors have they confused him
With one of their idols
They brought home from Egypt?
I remember a country
Where I used to stretch my hands in order to heal.
A country lost in false beliefs
That I wanted to enlighten by my Teaching…
Replace vengeance by Love.
Acting instead of making speeches.
But, the Sacerdotal Princes
Did not want to give the Truth to men…
They preferred enslaving the People
Under the yoke of ignorance.
Letting them alone carry
The burden of sufferings…
They preferred the Law an eye for an eye
To that of forgiveness,
And judge the Innocent in order to hide their Deceit,
And kill Light in order for Falsehood to live.
I remember a country
Where there was thunder… on a certain evening…
During a last supper between friends,
A strange scene that Last Supper!
And they, all seated around me,
Not understanding the meaning of my message.
From the naïve Peter to the beloved John…
Here…take, my brothers,
This bread I am giving you…
And remember me
When I will be gone
Because I need to go…
Here…drink my brothers…
The good wine of the vine…
You have the best part,
I keep for myself the bitter chalice
That I have to empty up to the sediment
I remember a country
Where I preached in the desert
Even with my disciples…
Have they grasped my message
On that evening ?
Have they sensed my ordeal
And the symbolical meaning
Of Judas’ kiss to the betrayed friend…?
I recall the sense of a great sadness
In the garden of Gethsemane
Alone… so alone…
The apostles all asleep…
Oh my Father… my Father…
How long it was that night scrutinising the stars
To find your presence in this extremely cold desert…!
Alone… so alone… and not a single one to help me
Lighten the burden of my ordeal…!
Not a single one to share the heavy sacrifice
You have lain upon me…!
And, the more time went by,
The more my heart was shattered
By so much indifference…
Alone.. so alone… with my pain
And the tears from my soul running down my face…!
I remember a country
Where the guardians of a corrupt faith
Falsified my words
And found me guilty of one single crime:
“Love thy neighbour as thyself…
Forgive the unfaithful wife…
And do not do unto others what you do not wish to be done unto thyself…”
Found guilty of Universal Love.
Guilty also for having said:
“My Kingdom is not of this world.”
But, how to explain to them
That we have a soul
That comes from Elsewhere? How?
And, what were they really so afraid of
To make them deliver me into the hands of the invaders
In order to murder me in their place?
I remember a country
Where because I chose the People instead of privileges,
The Sacerdotal Princes spat in my face…
Slapped me, insulted me…
Then delivered me to the enemy
Who would have been satisfied to see me only whipped…
And, undoubtedly Pontius Pilate understood my helplessness
When he saw me alone… so lonely…
Like a lamb in the midst of wolves…
Like innocence in the midst of Falsehood.
Humble… so humble in the midst of so much arrogance…
John 18:29 “Pilate then went out unto them, and said:
“What accusation bring ye against this man?”
John 18:38 Pilate saith unto him, What is truth? And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews, and saith unto them:
“I find in him no fault [at all].”
Humble… so humble in the midst of so much arrogance…
That they gave him as pretext:
John 19:7 The Jews answered him: “We have a law, and by our law he ought to die, because he made himself the Son of God.”
Have they so misunderstood my Teaching
Or have they just pretended?
John 18:14 Now Caiaphas was he, which gave counsel to the Jews, that it was expedient that one man should die for the people.
Was I then so dangerous?
What were they afraid of to come to that point?
What were they hiding?
Why have they tried to prevent me from speaking?
Matthew 13:34 All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them:
1Corinthian 4:5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God.
Matthew 10:26 Fear them not therefore: for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known.
Another after me shall come and… shall tell the Truth…
I remember a country
Where a hostile crowd booed at me
And preferred a certain Barabbas…
Ô my Soul, remember that weird dizziness…
To return to the Heavenly Kingdom,
One had to go through a phase
Where martyrdom formed part of the Plan…
But, human suffering,
What a horrible Test…
I would have drunk the chalice to the dregs
Impossible, there is no way out.
Alone… so alone up to the end…
But, despite the screams of hate,
So much silence deep inside me.
Promise of a coming peace…
Serenity before Agony
And the voice of my Father resounding
Go to the end of your Calvary… my Son…
Show them the way…
Open the path to them… they should understand
That Redemption cannot be obtained
By sacrificing animals,
But, only by sacrificing Self…
It is the symbol of the Cross…”
I remember a country
Where turmoil hung over the end of the trip…
Of a country where pain and blood
Were my reward…
Alone… so alone… when they tortured me
And yet so close to the End
When they crucified me…
Father… forgive them
Because they know not what they do…
Oh my Father… my Father…
In the atrocious pain
I nearly doubted your Love for me…
Eli… Eli… Lama Sabachthani
Eli… Eli… Lama Sabachthani
It is your Son they are tormenting!
Father… Father… why hath thou forsaken me?
Where are you? I am in so much pain…
So much pain… So much pain…
Eli…Eli…Lama Sabachthani
Father… Father… why hath Thou forsaken me?
What crime did I then commit?
Eli…Eli…Lama Sabachthani
How long will this Calvary last?
Did I deserve such a punishment?
Is it this then human justice?
Forgive them, for they know not what they do…
And my pain shall be theirs as long as they will not have understood why I have come HERE…
I am coming Father…
EVERYTHING IS ACCOMPLISHED…
I remember a country
Where still floats
The shadow of a cross…
All the photographs or nearly most are from Franco Zefirelli’s Jesus of Nazareth with the sublime Robert Powell in the role of Yeschua…

Adriana Evangelizt
Translated by Ghyslaine ROC
Posted by B.A.FRÉMAUX-SOORMALLY
Jésus le Messager de Lumière
JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.



Des Juifs et d’autres gangsters usuriers des banques (échangeurs de monnaie) ont assassiné de nombreux leaders qui essayèrent de les stopper :



2 empereurs romains, 2000 ans avant l’ère commune (avant Jésus Christ),

Jésus (selon les Chrétiens),

 Jules César en 48 EC

Abraham Lincoln – assassiné le 15 avril 1865

James Abram Garfield – assassiné le 2 juillet 1881

Tzar Nikolay Alexandrovich Romanov (Saint Nicholas le Martyre) – assassiné le 17 juillet 1918

John Fitzgerald Kennedy – assassiné le 22 novembre 1963

Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majid al-Tikriti – assassiné par exécution (pendaison) le 9 avril 2003

Muammar al-Ghaddafi – assassiné et sodomisé en mars 2012 par des mercenaires recrutés par l’occident et le Juif sioniste Bernard Henri-Lévi à leur tête.

Hugo Chavez – assassiné le 5 mars 2013 suite à un cancer provoqué



Et de nombreux autres



Les gangsters usuriers ont raté Andrew Jackson (USA), et Mahmoud Ahmedinejad (IRAN) est sur la liste des prochaines cibles ou victimes. (Consulter: Money Masters, Monopolymen, Freedom to Fascism, etc.)

 

JESUS, THE MESSENGER OF LIGHT.
Cosmic Poetry by Adriana Evangelizt


I remember a country
Bursting of light that dazzled my eyes
A country where the morning mist
Wrapped around the countryside
Like a celestial hijaab...
Where one could hear chanting voices of that Elsewhere
That I had to leave
In order to incarnate into a man...
I came from so far away
From so far away...
Painting by Wojtek Siudmak 
It cost me so much lo leave my Palestine.
I knew beforehand my earthly destiny
Drawn by a fatal finger
By perverted men…
Loved by the smallest,
Hated by the greatest.
And so many deaf, so many blind,
So many ignorant people
Who would remain impervious to my Teaching,
And would not fathom
The sparkling mystery buried
In the very heart of my Parables…

I remember a country
With scorching sun
Where my feet carried me
On the dusty paths…
Of a country
With an overpowering atmosphere,
Where the crowd was waiting for me by the River Jordan…
So many desperate people!
So may suffering hearts!
So many ailments to heal,
And I, all alone… so alone… so alone,
Preaching in the wind!
Having become only a maker of miracles,
A healer of the body
When I was only a healer of the soul…
But, how to tell them
That they shelter the key to their deliverance
Deep inside themselves?
How to explain to them
That the perishable flesh is only superficial?

I remember a country
Where burning flames danced in women’s glances;
Where their eyes sometimes clung
So brightly to mine;
Where a glimpse of possible happiness emerged…
I could have chosen another burden…
I could have, me too, a companion,
And put my life
In the hollow of her hands…
Nothing was easier for the human that I was,
Really nothing…
It took me time
To follow the Path
Of the wise Nazarean…
So, I took the very cold road leading to exile.
I had to experience loneliness, cold and hunger
In order to evaluate my courage
And strenghthen my faith.
Heading for the desert
Forty days and forty nights
Alone with myself…
And then in a grotto.
Some dried figs,
A trickle of a stream…
And my exalted soul
Merging with the stars
In blueish ecstacy
Watching for the heavenly reply…
Do Thee grant me the right to live as a man
Or do I have but the choice
Only to die on the Cross?
Tell me Father… Oh, please, tell me…

I remember a country
Where the screams of lambs escaped out of the temples
Driving me to tears…
Where the blood of the sacrificed rams
Did not remove the ills
Of the dragging along invalids,
And the creeping lepers
In the half blind roadlets
Of the ill reputed quarters of Jerusalem…
Oh Jerusalem… Jerusalem…
You who kills the innocent
And stones the prophets…
Looking at you I have understood
The evil that gnaws at you,
But, you preferred it
To the good I was bringing to you…

I remember a country
Where the rich prayed while wallowing in gold,
Killed animals in order to kill their conscience,
Applied a cruel law
That was not the Original Law…
But, ignored the misery of the People.
Who was it that god they believe in?
Who was this barbaric and bloodthirsty Yahweh
Who feasted on crime?
Was it really this that you call God?

Painting by Mark Harrison

The god of Moses was he so different from mine?
Or else… have THEY betrayed his Message?
Or else…the Impostors have they confused him
With one of their idols
They brought home from Egypt? 

I remember a country
Where I used to stretch my hands in order to heal.
A country lost in false beliefs
That I wanted to enlighten by my Teaching…
Replace vengeance by Love.
Acting instead of making speeches.
But, the Sacerdotal Princes
Did not want to give the Truth to men…
They preferred enslaving the People
Under the yoke of ignorance.
Letting them alone carry
The burden of sufferings…
They preferred the Law an eye for an eye
To that of forgiveness,
And judge the Innocent in order to hide their Deceit,
And kill Light in order for Falsehood to live.

I remember a country
Where there was thunder… on a certain evening…
During a last supper between friends,
A strange scene that Last Supper!
And they, all seated around me,
Not understanding the meaning of my message.
From the naïve Peter to the beloved John…
Here…take, my brothers,
This bread I am giving you…
And remember me
When I will be gone
Because I need to go…
Here…drink my brothers…
The good wine of the vine…
You have the best part,
I keep for myself the bitter chalice
That I have to empty up to the sediment 


I remember a country
Where I preached in the desert
Even with my disciples…
Have they grasped my message
On that evening ?
Have they sensed my ordeal
And the symbolical meaning
Of Judas’ kiss to the betrayed friend…?
I recall the sense of a great sadness
In the garden of Gethsemane
Alone… so alone…
The apostles all asleep…
Oh my Father… my Father…
How long it was that night scrutinising the stars
To find your presence in this extremely cold desert…!
Alone… so alone… and not a single one to help me
Lighten the burden of my ordeal…!
Not a single one to share the heavy sacrifice
You have lain upon me…!
And, the more time went by,
The more my heart was shattered
By so much indifference…
Alone.. so alone… with my pain
And the tears from my soul running down my face…!

I remember a country
Where the guardians of a corrupt faith
Falsified my words
And found me guilty of one single crime:
“Love thy neighbour as thyself…
Forgive the unfaithful wife…
And do not do unto others what you do not wish to be done unto thyself…”
Found guilty of Universal Love.
Guilty also for having said:
“My Kingdom is not of this world.”
But, how to explain to them
That we have a soul
That comes from Elsewhere? How?
And, what were they really so afraid of
To make them deliver me into the hands of the invaders
In order to murder me in their place?

I remember a country
Where because I chose the People instead of privileges,
The Sacerdotal Princes spat in my face…
Slapped me, insulted me…
Then delivered me to the enemy
Who would have been satisfied to see me only whipped…
And, undoubtedly Pontius Pilate understood my helplessness
When he saw me alone… so lonely…
Like a lamb in the midst of wolves…
Like innocence in the midst of Falsehood.
Humble… so humble in the midst of so much arrogance…

John 18:29 “Pilate then went out unto them, and said:
“What accusation bring ye against this man?”
John 18:38 Pilate saith unto him, What is truth? And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews, and saith unto them:
“I find in him no fault [at all].”
Humble… so humble in the midst of so much arrogance…
That they gave him as pretext:
John 19:7 The Jews answered him: “We have a law, and by our law he ought to die, because he made himself the Son of God.”
Have they so misunderstood my Teaching
Or have they just pretended?
John 18:14 Now Caiaphas was he, which gave counsel to the Jews, that it was expedient that one man should die for the people.
Was I then so dangerous?
What were they afraid of to come to that point?
What were they hiding?
Why have they tried to prevent me from speaking?
Matthew 13:34 All these things spake Jesus unto the multitude in parables; and without a parable spake he not unto them:
1Corinthian 4:5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God.
Matthew 10:26 Fear them not therefore: for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known.
Another after me shall come and… shall tell the Truth…

I remember a country
Where a hostile crowd booed at me
And preferred a certain Barabbas…
Ô my Soul, remember that weird dizziness…
To return to the Heavenly Kingdom,
One had to go through a phase
Where martyrdom formed part of the Plan…
But, human suffering,
What a horrible Test…
I would have drunk the chalice to the dregs
Impossible, there is no way out.
Alone… so alone up to the end…
But, despite the screams of hate,
So much silence deep inside me.
Promise of a coming peace…
Serenity before Agony
And the voice of my Father resounding
Go to the end of your Calvary… my Son…
Show them the way…
Open the path to them… they should understand
That Redemption cannot be obtained
By sacrificing animals,
But, only by sacrificing Self…
It is the symbol of the Cross…”

I remember a country
Where turmoil hung over the end of the trip…
Of a country where pain and blood
Were my reward…
Alone… so alone… when they tortured me
And yet so close to the End
When they crucified me…
Father… forgive them
Because they know not what they do…
Oh my Father… my Father…
In the atrocious pain
I nearly doubted your Love for me…
Eli… Eli… Lama Sabachthani
Eli… Eli… Lama Sabachthani
It is your Son they are tormenting!
Father… Father… why hath thou forsaken me?
Where are you? I am in so much pain…
So much pain… So much pain…
Eli…Eli…Lama Sabachthani
Father… Father… why hath Thou forsaken me?
What crime did I then commit?
Eli…Eli…Lama Sabachthani
How long will this Calvary last?
Did I deserve such a punishment?
Is it this then human justice?
Forgive them, for they know not what they do…
And my pain shall be theirs as long as they will not have understood why I have come HERE…
I am coming Father…
EVERYTHING IS ACCOMPLISHED…
I remember a country
Where still floats
The shadow of a cross…
All the photographs or nearly most are from Franco Zefirelli’s Jesus of Nazareth with the sublime Robert Powell in the role of Yeschua…


Adriana Evangelizt

Translated by Ghyslaine ROC
Posted by B.A.FRÉMAUX-SOORMALLY


I Met Jesus Today


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By Nahida the exiled Palestinian
I met Jesus today
His name was Palestinian
Issa… Jesus he was called
On the altar of “chosen-ness” he was crucified
Time and time and time again

His face was Palestinian
Olive, with a hint of agony
Yet
Years of torture fail to conceal the glow
The purity of his soul peeks through
The sparkle in his eyes invites you to dive in
His pain was Palestinian
The colour of his words
Grips your guts
And squeeze… squeeze … squeeze
Until you lose consciousness
You fall on your knees
Begging for forgiveness
His faith was Palestinian
“Their sadism too much to bear
In the street I waited for a car
No way out but to kill myself
Twilight hour the fall of night
The call to prayer woken my heart
Healing balsam caressed my soul
Maybe…. In this life… still…there is something I can do”
His heart was Palestinian
Carved with sorrow
Filled with love
Flames of rage and roars of thunder
Hound his torturer to his grave
His tears were Palestinian
His first crucifixion… he was only fourteen
On the second, he was nineteen
From then on
He was crucified every minute
…of every hour
…of every day
…of every week
…of every month
…of every year……
His dignity was Palestinian
Anguished by his rapists
With his broken back he stood tall
His wounds run deep… his head held high
He saw the rainbow in the horizon
When all gave up he gave them hope
His smile was Palestinian
It has been said:
“To smile when confronted with most severe oppression
Is an act of Resistance
Rooted
In unparalleled beauty” *
The smile of Issa
Was Palestinian
His resilience was Palestinian
“As he punched me in the face
I felt stronger
As he kicked me in the stomach
I felt stronger
As he slashed my arm
I felt stronger”, he said
His hope was Palestinian
Insha’Allah, ya rab, Alhamdulillah
Bouncy words sprinkled around
Buds of trust bloom and grow
His broad grin whiffs you to life
His nightmares close their eyes
His tales of horror lie to slumber
When all lost hope he saw a future
I saw Jesus today
The Memoirs of Saint John:
No Greater Love

Who was Mary Magdalene and what was her relationship with Jesus?

As the United States and its allies threaten to invade Syria, an archaeological expedition in the country's east yields an ancient cache of scrolls whose authorship is uncertain though whose text consists of classical Greek with occasional passages in Aramaic. Beginning a translation, New Testament scholar David LaSalle quickly realizes what he has in his hands is a 2000-year-old love story, as told from the point of view of John the disciple. But LaSalle is in a race against time. What if the U.S. invades Syria? No one can say what will happen, but the loss of such a priceless archaelogical treasure is unthinkable.


The novel tells two stories in two timelines, both of which unfold simultaneously. The sections of the book set in the first century chronicle the saga of John, the disciple, from his early childhood up through the crucifixion, including his journeys with Jesus and the other disciples throughout Galilee and Judea. John becomes a very eloquent and human bearer of the classic gospel story...the miracles of healing, the turning over of the tables of the moneychangers...as well as that part of the narrative to which the gospels only briefly, and temptingly, hint at: the relationship between Jesus on the one hand, and Mary Magdalene on the other--with whom John is in love himself.
In its modern-day-set sections, the novel's main character is Dominic David LaSalle, a tenured university professor of religious studies who also is a Catholic priest. The head of the Syrian archaeological expedition happens to be LaSalle's old college friend, Arthur MacBride, and at the outset of the story, the latter appeals to LaSalle for help in translating the text on the scrolls. A key concern of scholars becomes determining whether the "John" of the Syrian scrolls is the same "John" who authored the Book of Revelation, the final book of the New Testament, also known as St. John's Apocalypse.

But LaSalle’s efforts become sidetracked by Cateline, a 13-year-old ward of a Catholic-run orphanage, who, though blind, has psychic visions. The young girl’s vision of a tsunami in the Indian Ocean presages one of the deadliest natural disasters in human history, a catastrophe that claimed the lives of more than 200,000 people. While doctors attempt to identify the cause of Cateline’s symptoms, including manic depression and the shedding of blood-filled tears, LaSalle and Sister Denise Michallat, director of the orphanage, must come to terms with the young blind girl’s apparent ability to see into the future.


Reviews: 

  “The nearest to this great book is Joseph and his Brothers of Thomas Mann. Enjoyable, adventurous, light, even boisterous, thrilling, never sermonizing, this story of St. John the Divine rolls from his childhood on the idyllic Sea of Galilee shores through many encounters with fishermen, robbers, Gnostics, priests, to his mission as the Favourite Disciple in the exciting and fateful time when the pious Jew had met with the intellectual Hellene and the state-minded Roman to create our civilisation. This full-size, many coloured saga of the first century Palestine world brings the Bible characters to life: meek and sweet John, lecherous and thieving Judas, spiritual beauty of Magdalene, and above all, the majestic figure of Christ depicted with love and admiration.
  “Richard Edmondson’s profound learning and his wealth of details form a reliable factual basis for the book, at the same time it entertains the reader. You’ll never be bored!”

--Israel Shamir, author of Galilee Flowers
and Cabbala of Power


“William Blake wrote that ‘imagination is evidence of the divine.’ In Memoirs of Saint John, Richard Edmondson wrote, ‘when the purpose of life has been forgotten, when wisdom recedes and men become scarcely truthful in speech, God manifests himself on earth.’ Memoirs of St. John is a manifestation of the divine imagination expressed through well-developed characters from antiquity and today. Edmondson writes from a heart enlightened by the wisdom of women and the oneness of humanity.”

—Eileen Fleming, of We Are Wide Awake and
author of
Keep Hope Alive


“Ancient papyrus scrolls found in the Syrian desert give the first person account of Saint John’s life as dictated to his friend, Quintus Cintugnatus….I was totally caught up in the story and had forgotten that it’s a novel. The Memoirs of Saint John will have that effect on you.


—Paul Griffin (DJ Captain Fred) Berkeley Liberation
Radio

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No Greater Love

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6 comments:

  1. Nearly 3 years have gone by and no friend or foe showed any interest in that legendary, mythical, religious or whatever figure.

    Strange world I live in. No wonder I feel like an alien completely lost on this planet.

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  2. Issa was banned from schools.
    The Younger Age know nothing and is too much influenced by MTV.
    I wish you a good year.
    This year is pressed for many changes. Everything becomes unpredictable. In the direst moments then hope is permitted.

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  3. #3 by B.A.Frémaux-Soormally on January 5, 2012 - 8:43 pm

    Several years ago Adriana Evangelizt wrote a “cosmic” poem in French on Jesus the Messenger of Light, the best poem I ever read in my entire life, but I did not find ONE SINGLE Catholic who said he or she liked that poetry!

    Now, Adriana’s website has again been hijacked by the JEWISH PORNOGRAPHERS who are allowed by the powers that be to operate pornographic websites in absolute freedom and even force them on Internet users (which means even kids have access to Jewish porn!) and sabotage our efforts to reveal the truth to the world.

    So, unfortunately, I cannot give Adriana’s link here anymore, but I’ll give the link of its translation in English and hope this one too is not going to be Jewjacked. Today, I was unable to post my latest article “THE MARXIST JEWISH APOCALYPSE PROMISED FOR MARCH 2012!” as it came up with funny messages each time. I however managed to post it with great difficulty although not in the form I wanted to post it. The word JEW in the title has frightened many!

    The last post had a maximum of visitors from all over the world: “JEWISH MENDACITY – JEWISH DEGENERATE AND IMMORAL ARMY OF COLD-BLOODED ASSASSINS AND THIEVES”.

    http://fremaux-soormally.blogspot.com/2012/01/jewish-degenerate-and-immoral-army-of.html

    Consequently, I will not pretend (hypocritically) that I like the present poem (Nahida’s) as I am more interested in the message here than the poetry itself.

    http://fremaux-soormally.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-messenger-of-light.html

    Suffice to say that Jesus’ suffering (assuming that he ever physically existed) was not great enough for Christians in general to feel or share the pain.

    If Jews, Christians and their friends scream all over the world that there was and is no Palestine, how can there be any Jesus at all?

    Christendom has to hide its ugly face (that of a hideous monster) for allowing the Jewish murderers to commit more crimes, more mass murders and always get away with it!

    Jews sentenced Jesus to death, but it was Rome that tortured, humiliated and crucified him, if we are to believe the Gospels!

    Today, Jews are the actual crucifiers of both Jesus and his people, over and over again as Nahida points out, and their accomplices in crime are the modern Romans who call themselves Europeans, Catholics, Christians, Protestants or whatever!

    The Jewish United States Corporation of Great Britain had already been sending their dual citizens to crucify the people of Jesus for at least the past 70 years (including the 100,000 or so “Ring Worm Children”), and are now officially sending their soldier-assassin hordes (troops) to finish off the ethnic cleansing of the Palestinian people and bomb Iran and Syria in the process.

    I saw Jesus yesterday and today being betrayed by not only Christians but Muslims as well. And, the betrayal is not soon to end!

    “The smile of Issa
    Was Palestinian
    His resilience was Palestinian
    “As he punched me in the face
    I felt stronger
    As he kicked me in the stomach
    I felt stronger
    As he slashed my arm
    I felt stronger”, he said
    His hope was Palestinian
    Insha’Allah, ya rab, Alhamdulillah

    INSHA’ALLAH, as some say! But, I will not praise GOD (alhamdulillah!) for such a lousy job!

    Basheer
    Thursday 5th of January 2012

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  4. #6 by Adalberto Erazo on January 6, 2012 - 3:39 am

    @ Basheer

    I was wondering where you where. I missed your long informative posts.Loved Adriana’s poem as well as this one by Nahida.

    Sometimes I wonder why didn’t God make me be born to different parents that way I wouldn’t be living in this demonic country called America which is a mirror image of IsraHell. I know it’s not kind to say that. After all Honor thy mother and thy father.

    I wished I could have lived a different life somewhere in Latin America away from this madness and be in peace. Or maybe living in the Malaysian countryside would be nice to get away from it all.

    Who knows perhaps God has a plan for me. If I can’t wake people up in this country about the demonic crimes America has committed in these God Damn Wars for IsraHell then maybe I can warn those who are not American to steer clear from this insane asylum. As we all know some of these people around the world are all starry eyed about America like those Green Movement idiots in Iran who wish to be enslaved by IsraHell and the west or like those opposition traitors in Russia who are protesting against Vladimir Putin.

    Those opposition traitors only want to return to the days of the jewish oligarchs who in league with the west, economically raped and enslaved Russia bringing misery to the people. Maybe if they heard from the words from someone who lived in the United States of IsraHell how bad it is here then maybe they would reconsider their love for this demonic beast. Make no mistake, it’s a police state filled with hateful and selfish people. The only reason you see people protesting on the streets is because these God Damn Wars for IsraHell are hitting them in the pocket book and they are losing too many of their “soldiers”. You see it’s only about them.

    They don’t give a damn about other peoples suffering. Millions were being butchered on the alter of the demonic entity of IsraHell and they celebrated it because they were murdering Muslims. Never mind the fact that they can’t handle the truth that their own government and IsraHell did 9/11 so they can start their longed plan wars for Greater IsraHell.

    For these Green Movement idiots, I would like to say Islam is being demonized here 24/7, 365 days, for the past 12 years and even before 9/11. You’re brothers and sisters live in fear and are considered second class citizens who don’t even have the same rights like the rest of the population.

    You can search the internet and find news about Muslims being discriminated, assaulted, and even murdered simply because of the religion and by the way they look. Their businesses and houses of worship are attacked and vandalized. The Holy Book, the Qur’an is desecrated and the people bear false witness against it, never even bothering to get to know it in which Jesus and his mother Mary are revered and honored.

    It is a religion of peace and truly the word of God yet the Americans love and worship the jew. The very same jews who say Jesus was a sorcerer and is burning in Hell for all eternity in a Cauldron of boiling excrement.

    The jews who insult the mother Mary by calling her a whore who conceived Jesus while in her menses. The vast majority of Americans have allied themselves with the Devil with the exception of a minority who truly know what’s going on.

    Adalberto Erazo

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  5. (continued)

    The Americans have the utter gall and audacity to call you barbaric yet you are an ancient civilization with thousands of years of history and are far more civilized than they are. The Americans call themselves brave and free but in reality they nothing but barbaric cowards who do not realize they are already slaves. They refuse as a people to own up for the crimes America has committed against others overseas.

    Americans like to call themselves a light upon all nations, are exceptional, and that they can do no wrong which is exactly like jewish exceptionalism. They are arrogant, ignorant, and prideful to a fault never realizing they are behaving just like Lucifer.You people need to stand united because they could care less if you are part of the Green Movement or not. When those bombs drop they don’t care who they hit because to them you are all the same. Whatever you do don’t travel to America because you will be subjected to the indignities of being grouped and being irradiated through an x-ray porno scanner that can see the most intimate of parts.

    The police here are brutal and everyone lives in fear of them and the fact that they give war criminals who commit atrocities overseas slaps on the wrist shows what this country really is. Never mind the fact that the every politician is a psychopath who is a corrupted mass murderer or a future one who wants to take America on more murderous wars. America has no culture.

    What passes for “western culture” is nothing but a gutter culture with sex, drugs, alcohol, homosexuality,Hollywood, McDonalds, “reality” t.v., and mass consumerism to buy endless crap just so people can feel better about themselves.

    Unfortunately people in the west wouldn’t know western culture even if it bit them in the ass. Western culture originated in Greece yet many in the west would not know this because being educated and knowledgeable is considered a sin while being an ignorant idiot is given high praise. Please stay away from it or it will destroy you. Stay true to your roots and return to Islam and God. In the end God will cut America and IsraHell down to size.

    Adalberto Erazo

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  6. #9 by B.A.Frémaux-Soormally on January 6, 2012 - 8:31 am

    Adalberto Erazo says:
    January 6, 2012 at 3:39 am

    @ Basheer

    “I was wondering where you were.”

    DEAR FRIEND

    It looks like it is the first KIND thought addressed to me I read since the New Year 2012 has begun – to remember that I exist and has been contributing quite a bit to this site.

    I am always where people are LOOKING FOR the truth and always try to keep away from people who claim they have already FOUND IT.

    My friend, nobody else seems to have missed my “long informative posts”. I did write one for The Ugly Truth but decided to send it to two other carefully selected websites. One said it was great and agreed to post it. The other simply ignored it.

    Adalberto Erazo: “Loved Adriana’s poem as well as this one by Nahida.”

    You will be the very first earthling who said that he loved Adriana’s poem ever since it was posted in 2008 and advertised quite widely. Unfortunately, I could not provide Adriana’s link to its original French version as you cannot go there anymore without being flooded with tons of pop ups by the French Jewish “laïc” (secular) pornographers showing women and men, very young and very old, as worse than wild animals indulging not in sex but in all kinds of abominable activities which once provoked the Israelite God’s wrath who got so fed up that He decided to obliterate the land of Sodom and Gomorrah.

    I stopped writing here because I did not find people (my peers) to communicate or dialogue or debate with and I was fed up with childish and irrelevant commentaries and of neophytes posing as experts. And, also because I had no intention to “disturb…annoy…provoke…) Mark’s guests because at times I am a real pain in the neck.

    Adalberto Erazo: “Sometimes I wonder why didn’t God make me be born to different parents that way I wouldn’t be living in this demonic country called America which is a mirror image of IsraHell.”

    I know the feeling. I have long decided that I was born on the wrong planet or at the wrong time. At the time of Muslim Golden Age, the West did not own the entire world, but today it is gradually and surely become reality. When Rome took over Christianity we saw the grandeur as well as the abominations it brought to the world. Today, Christianity is almost dead. Christian humanity is almost dead. I have seen an old American having the guts (we get bolder when we have no more anything to lose!) trying to tell the Americans that Muslims did not do 9/11, but the International Jewish tribe did with the Americans themselves. Most people are shown in the video clip that they are not at all concerned with the truth but only with their amusements and do not wish to be “disturbed…annoyed” by the truth!

    BAFS

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