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PERRO, ARE UOY REALLY ME?

reversed the "tort" image, reading it backwards ... which "is a thing" I connect to the "read-only Jesus" that appears magically from crossing the word "Jordan" which is also a thing that highlighted the hidden "n" to "A.D." that we see in "NORAD?" and Sinbad; and I take special note of seeing that the "heart of t" that follows in the line of Rome, roadrose and rod spells the word "rot."  Cough, Tay?

AM B ID EX TR O U S
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Reading backwards, which might be reading forwards if you were born Jewish or Russian (for instance); means something like finding our way back to the beginning of time to me (aided by arrows west); and you might wonder why there might be a "read only Adam."  Here, right now, you may not see it very clearly but I am "blowing the wind" moving a large group of "riders on the storm" who have kept my identity secret from the public as of yet. and it seems to me that either I, or the persons or thing above me might do something like that if they had intended to "fork the timeline" and perhaps install a different "he-ad honcho"  in a number of places.  Something like a "playland kingdom" for anyone who might have some secret key to succeed me were I not to continue.  You should take note, because if this was never mentioned the "wind" and you would not know that was possible, and you might have been oblivious to the assured multitude "other heavens" that might be in existence as we are speaking right now.  With some insight, you might agree with me that it might be a good thing not to have a "single heaven" in charge of all life in the Universe, and also that they probably should have some kind of oversight to ensure that things that are not "kosher" are not happening in some secret place.  Just like "Minority Report" here, this could be implemented with "Scanner Darkly" style total anonymity in addition to NSA or "TIA" style "total awareness."  This is the "over sight" I've been talking about that I see as being a new kind of civic duty perhaps, like jury duty; and a thing that I actually envisioned the "volunteers" for deciding on things that were not possible to be made automatic would not have their "personal memories" when they were sitting in that particular seat.  Not for charity at all, I haven't talked much about this "seat" idea that was a large component of some of the "previous histories" stories that I got in the Fortress of Solitude, in Bowling Green.  I envision it as a kind of soul-augmentation apparatus that might give increased clock speed or knowledge or "powers" to people who were working for "the system" or the people while they were doing that; specifically I dreamt of it being used to help author and edit the "truth tables" that are the backbone of "limited omniscience" and you might see as Wikipedia and "I know kung fu" and "OK Google..." on Adamic steroids. 
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Here now, you'll see that if the world is made aware of "ambidextrous" and the very clear repeated microcosm of Atlantis suggesting that the Temple Mount (as a metaphor for Heaven) may not have actually been destroyed, but rather just "hidden away from everyone" ... if this disclosure is "made public" the day we finally do get "doors to Heaven" it will be at least be in the back of your minds that perhaps there are other places that are more robust than the thing I could dream up in a single day that might not only welcome you there also, but might also be in need of some assistance implementing "pre-crime" which is something that I believe this place makes a defacto-standard ingredient in what "Heaven" really means.  With some insight, you might also see how this information and this interaction might turn our world from a hidden island off the cost of Nassau to something like the Frostrite of Asgard.  I think that would be helpful for everyone to understand.  You may not see it already, but we do appear to be in a sort of "Nexus One" in time and space with input and influence coming from a number of other locations. 
I do also see this disclosure as the kind of thing that would be required to ensure that further "forks" were not done in secret, or at all; and to see--you may not care as much right now, but if there were five of you and you didn't know that they were in another place; you'd probably want to seek them out when you come out of this place where you are participating in something of a "reckoning" for right and wrong, a group effort to ensure that "virtual reality" abide by something better than the kind of morality we expect in a place where things like "precrime" are not possible.
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In the story of the "Jordan" the land speaks in that place... at least to me; in the city by the sea named Penuel, and echoes that the pen that ties to "Pendragon" and to carpenter is the "El" that shines in Achilles heel and links us to Hera and Rhea and heck and head.  I changed the name in my little rendition of the story of seeing the face of God; I added the Holy/hallowed superlative "Ha" and then El to Ra; which really does come from "the lord is one" and it had such a cute effect, that I have to imagine it was on purpose.










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