What motivated Tony Blair? Was he an innocent lamb in the clutches of the wolf? Or was he searching for things out of his reach, unless he was mentored... or seduced? There was a man long ago tempted by the wealth. Power and pleasures of the material world and he walked away from them, and it cost him his life. Blair did not have that kind of courage. If he was a good PM, as some seem to think, then either the perceptions of his supporters is awry, or totally blind. The Masterly Sellout Five years ago, I said that PM Tony Blair, would fail the test Jesus passed. I said that of him, because in a dream, (for those who do not believe such things can happen, remember, it was a dream) an angel took me into the dark recesses of Blair's mind. I saw him frustrated because while he had prominence, and position, he was still an outsider to the corridors of Super-wealth. I saw him lusting over a home-his dream home, which he could not afford, however, which he was, in an effort to join the high-rolling, Jet-setters in this dream, hopelessly casting about for a way to make such Dynastic wealth. That opportunity came in the form of a cowboy who taught him that all they would have to do was find a reason to attack Iraq and steal the oil, and he could have that home, and maybe more. When Blair hesitated, Bush threw in the wealth-dynastic wealth in the form of The Carlyle Group. Bribery to Bush, is omnipotent. In his mind none can refuse, it-it never fails. He believes that because he never met a true believer. Bush offered Blair international power, dynastic wealth and prominence, which would out shine his present power and moderate wealth by many times. Here was Blair, in the dream, weak of resistance, because, he told himself, after all, not that many would die. He was told; it would be a "cake-walk," over in a matter of a few weeks. Little bloodshed, little damage, and then contracts to let to Brit-based companies like Bechtel and then his reward for staunch service-for staying the course.
That Carlyle Group, with $15 Billion in Profits since 2003 for it's privately held shareholders, which at one time or another (See footnotes end of article) included; Bush, The Bin Laden's, the Saudi's, generals, admirals, former Republican Presidents and their sycophants, influential politicians from countries over which they've held sway, and a 15 year average of 34.7% profit, 12 times better than the major American corporations. As of the last few years, Carlyle is the number one private equity firm on the planet.
In my dream, Tony Blair had bought the "Dream House," and he had spent his way into debt, going way over his head, living the high life which he could not afford, (Was he facing possible foreclosure?) perhaps, envying the Hilton's, Murdock's, Bush's, the Bin Laden's, the Saudi Princes and anyone with dynastic wealth, he would opt for dynastic wealth at any cost. Yes, no matter what he had to do to get it, no matter how many had to die and become maimed, he was desperate to live the lifestyle of a jet setter. He had Knighthood, position, but no real money, no dynastic wealth. I believe he was looking around for a way to sell his soul to fulfill his avaristic desires. In my dream, this was the way it was.
Was Blair hoping for, and perhaps even promised a job at Carlyle as his reward for supporting the war? Back then, I said that if so, he would be making far more than he ever made in politics, even as Prime Minister. He would start at a base salary, a pittance compared to the royalties, commissions and dividends, of 250,000 pounds sterling, about $500,000 per year.
A few years after my prediction, last year, allegedly, Rupert Hamer reported that Blair had, indeed, been promised a job at Carlyle starting at 250,000 Pounds Sterling. That salary is just the tip of a financial iceberg, however. if true, as far as his immortal soul was concerned, he would have been better off had he become a male whore, and slept with every woman on the planet for money, than what he did do. During the Iraqi war, unbeknownst to Blair, the unpardonable occurred, a prophet was killed, before growing to manhood. All involved, under such circumstances are be condemned to Hell.
In the background of the dream, which I wrote about in 2002, was a faded vision of Jesus being made the same sort of offer by Satan, of all of the advantages of dynastic power and wealth, The Temptation In The Wilderness. In the New Testament, Jesus turned it all down without hesitation. Blair, however, accepted with less. Jesus subsequently went to the cross; Blair went on to wealth, doing everything/anything in his power, to gain and keep, dynastic wealth.
Now, as a result, Jesus, long dead, reigns in Heaven and Blair had better enjoy the wealth while he is around Planet Earth, because if the dream about the prophet being killed in Iraq before his revelations were made public, where Blair is going, the wealth and power, will do him no good, whatsoever.
Bush, for his part, will inherit his father's wealth, a seat on Carlyle, and a comfortable life thereafter, but perhaps a very short one, if he is not incarcerated long before, and maybe facing capital punishment, by law, for treason. More than that, his fate after death, according to the dream is sealed. Yet... perhaps he can still escape earthly punishment. Perhaps, no-certainly, such a task as indicting a sitting president is formidable, but no president in my memory is more deserving of being brought to justice, but then Stalin never was, nor was Mao. I say formidable, not because of any personal strength of the Bushites, but because of the personal weakness of the Democrats. These are not the men who brought down Richard Nixon; they are not even close to the strength of character of those men. There is that, and then there is the Speaker of the House. She stands in the way-she appears much too weak, better suited to Tea Parties and Coffee Klatches than the work of warriors. She would be better, it would seem, as a non-working Mommy, than a person who must make hard decisions, decisions of Empire, unemotionally encumbered about such decisions as life, death, incarceration, risk and freedom.
What is ahead? I have no clue right now-no predictions, no prophecies; I am operating now more out of my own poor mind. All I have to go on are the previous dreams, premonitions and other feeds, so perhaps it is time for a rest-a return to humor and to my next novel.
I have laid out the possibilities facing freedom lovers. There is still darkness ahead and not much hope in those I see on the Democrats side of the isle. They lack the numbers, the resolution, and in many cases, the guts. Now we can only hope and/or pray. Meanwhile, we have the dilemmas. Ahead is a presidential election, more congressional elections, and judging by the timidity exuding from the Democrats, a losing strategy of waiting and do nothing, of treading water, of watching for the circling sharks to come closer, waiting to see if those sharks take a nap or attack-they will attack! Being saddled with this war heading toward the election of 2008 is a negative for the Democrats, a negative for the rest, but because of the hesitancy of the Democrats, now poorly advised strategically, good for the Neo-cons. The Neo-cons have no such, timidity, hesitating even for a moment, is normal for a man with a conscience, leaping in with both feet, is abnormal for most men, but not for men who lack a conscience. Would that some democrats especially one who wears skirts, could have learned at least, and certainly nothing else, that risk-taking, is a gift the Neo-cons have mastered and the Democrats have lost.
Keep in mind what Mr. Putin said yesterday, in observance of Victory Day, in honor of the 27,000,000 killed by the Nazi's in WWII, "Moreover, in our time, these threats are not diminishing, they are only transforming, changing their appearance. In these new threats, as during the time of the Third Reich, are the same contempt for human life and the same claims of exceptionality and diktat in the world."
This is reflecting a single theme, signaling that Russia is keenly aware of the danger to world peace the current rogue political evil that has gripped power in America. In Munich on Feb. 10, Putin struck out at the sinister power in Washington, in this way, "One single center of power: One single center of force. One single center of decision-making. This is the world of one master, one sovereign." The United States, Mr. Putin says, is seeking to establish a singular centralized polarity to replace the bipolar balance of power of which reigned since the end of WWII.
Five years ago, when I finally interpreted my Nazi tanks dream of the mid 1970's, I called the Bushites, fascists. I was roundly criticized by the know-nothings of my "venomous" label. Now they act as if they were the initiators of such perception. God help us all. Oh, well, it was only a dream...
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I have had a few dreams myself that when I woke up I did NOT believe I was only dreaming.
The ancients understood that God spoke to them in their dreams and visions.
I think so too, don't you?
I had a dream the third week of June 2001, that made no sense until THAT DAY we call 9/11.
I was writing fiction back then, and I gave my dream to Jack Hunt, one of five fictional characters in KEEP HOPE ALIVE
Prof. Pete, -and anyone else-I would like to know what you think of this short excerpt fromChapter 10
THAT DAY
Jack had been restless for three days. Julianne was in New York City at her sister's home and wasn't due back for three more. His knees began throbbing more the moment she drove out of sight on the morning of September 8, 2001.
After returning home on Monday night from the Brother Lawrence Addictions Center, Jack mindlessly ate two Lean Cuisines, then spent the rest of the evening trying to read. He fell asleep just before dawn and dreamt he was on the blacktop running track at the middle school where Julianne taught seventh grade English, where they both rollerbladed in the early mornings before the students arrived on campus.
Jack spent a ten-hour day at the BLAC, as its founder and administrator, and the mornings on the track were when the couple had their best conversations. He inhaled the aroma of tar as he wondered what was keeping Julianne from him. He bladed for what seemed like hours, when a silver spandex-clad apparition with a golden helmet flew by, sharply turned, and with a backward stroke, called out, "Hi, Jack, don't look down; don't look back; look out straight, Jack, look out straight, don't look back!"
"Yeah, I can; I can do that," Jack responded, but the apparition had already vaporized into the distance. Then Jack rolled onto an exquisite grace, knees freed from bone-on-bone grinding and not an ache in his fifty-three-year old body that had been abused by two motor vehicle accidents and hours of overuse syndrome.
Jack glided on the blacktop effortlessly for what seemed like hours, when suddenly, a roar of thunder assaulted his senses, and his eyes were magnetized upward, to view two fireballs thrown down from on high, miles from where he stood. He saw them hit the ground; one traveled east, the other west, and then they circled back around, burning a path straight towards him. Just before they collided, Jack woke up, not believing he had only been dreaming.
Not until after he had downed a pot of coffee did the phone ring. "Jack? Are you watching TV?" Maureen, the day supervisor at the BLAC asked, as she fingered the framed mission statement that sat upon every employee's desk and on the north wall of every resident's room:
'Peace, peace, peace. God's peace be upon you. But living today in a time of war, crying out peace, peace, peace, where there is no peace. Fearing age and death, pain and darkness, destitution and loneliness, people need to get back to the simplicity of Brother Lawrence.' [Dorothy Day]
Brother L. was a monk in the 17th century, who lived in a monastery and was consigned to the kitchen. He spent his life baking bread, chopping onions, scrubbing pots and floors. He also ran all the errands, did all the shopping, and always brought back the finest of wine. He loved his brothers deeply, but they merely tolerated his many eccentricities, or he was totally ignored. Truly, I tell you, if ever a saint was born to bring hope to the addicted and those addicted with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, he is the one. For Brother L. learned that by continually re-remembering the Lord, no matter what the activity, or where one might be, the Lord was ever-present and a holy habit was born, just re-remembering that.
Jack thrived on curiosity and spoke as he reached for the remote. "Mo, you know I never watch TV in the daytime; what's up?"
"Well, isn't Julianne visiting her sister in the city?"
"Yeah, in fact, today's plan was to meet her sister's co-workers on Floor 101 of the North Twin Tower."
"Jack, turn the TV on."
"Oh, Mo, I just did; my God, is it the end of the world?" He spoke as he hung up the phone and never heard Mo say, "I don't know."
Jack knew in his bones that Julianne had been vaporized as he recalled a song he had first heard at a Bob Dylan concert in 1981:
See the massacre of the innocent City's on fire Phones out of order I see the turning of the page. Curtain's rising on a new age. See the *Groom still waiting at the altar.
And then, II Chronicles 6:1 welled up within him: "The Lord has said that he would dwell in thick darkness."
*The Groom is Christian lingo for Jesus Christ.
ps-On THAT DAY we call 9/11, I was out on my driveway rollerblading from 8:30-11:30, [I usually blade about an hour], but on THAT DAY, I could NOT stop and I did NOT know what had happened until 12:45 PM when my daughter phoned. After the shock, I recalled my dream, heard Dylan in my head and the words from 11 Chronicles in my heart.
After contracting polio at age five/six visions, premonitions, private visitations, and revelations about science art, peoples thoughts, events and God's Mind. I wrote a theology book, 400,000 words of everything, including some miracles, that I could remember which happened.
It sounds odd to most people, but so does the ability of someone to hit a 100 mph fastball regularly and with authority, and a friend of mine has a mind like an autistic person in that he can remember word for word every thing he reads. I tell people about him and until my wife met him, she thought I was exaggerating.
I link such natural skills to the quantum. Plato believed that Consciousness, knowledge was set in motion in a stream across the universe for those who had minds tuned to catch divine knowledge. As just a child in grammar school, I knew instinctively my knowledge came not simply from an off-the-charts IQ (no merit to me, I was born that way) but I said that I believed that someone maybe Einstein would find a particle or a wave that only exceeded the speed of light and never fell below it. It was Einstein who thought that 186,000 MPS was the ultimate speed and now we have the Tachyon: a particle or a wave that only exceeded the speed of light and never fell below. It can travel back and forth in time. I do believe that upon or within it’s packets travels information that some of us are gifted to translate. Knowledge of past, present future and the minds and thoughts of others.
I wrote years ago that God allowed me to enter His mind for a period and to read it now and then and I was shocked and happy to read in Isaacson’s new bio of Einstein, he says, “The God of the Universe allowed me to read His Mind…” I was told by two rabbi’s (I am Catholic) two things; Tell no priest of the gifts you have they will envy you.” In addition, “I believe you to be one of the 36 Prophets given each generation but before you I thought they were only to be Jews.” A friend years ago who came to work for the same architectural firm I worked at was a Muslim after about a year of working with him, Amir was his name, he looked me straight in the eye one day and said, “You are indeed a prophet. I thought before meeting you, they were only given to be Muslims.”
That is the truth. I used to hide it behind the high IQ, telling people, as did Nostradamus, it was just logic and math that determined my “lucky” guesses. Now I do not care if people think I am balmy or not. No one can refute the accuracy of my predictions. Trouble is sometimes even in writing about them, sometimes I am at a loss because some are like parables, unclear. The tsunami was one of those dreams, so visually, clear and yet so coded. 225,000-250,000, dead. It came first 10 years ago and then again, 10 days before so it went into my newsletter and Blog about the tsunami, ten days before it happened and the near exact death toll, the picture I drew of the hotel, which was identical to the video later shown on the news. The fate of Elizabeth Smart, the death of the accused carpenter, the MO of the snipers in Washington, that LH Oswald was a dupe, that he would be assassinated before his trial and the assassin would die in prison before his and on and on. There is a price to pay however, and it is not fun, but I would rather pay the price and have the ear of God than not. No one listened but I was right. There have also been a number of personal warnings for friends and relatives, and a few cures.
That is it. I take no credit and there is no merit, which brings such things, God chooses, as men do not, I am no saint. I do know a few things directly from beyond; few go to Hell. Some have souls in Hell while they live, as now do a number of politicians and several ministers, a few priests, at least one Mullah, and a pope who is dangerously close to joining them. I know who they are, and for those who kill a prophet, (and one was killed in Iraq, though I know little about her/him, other than his/her violent death before s/he could bring the message, but s/he will be reborn before Fall), there is a near eternity of reincarnation under the most horrific conditions imaginable, followed by Hell and then annihilation of their soul and their consciousness.
Did you know that among the 40,000,00-50,000,000 aborted babies, there were three prophets? The parents and doctors, who were guilty, are lost. In addition, did you know that the only unmitigatible evil is avarice?
Eileen, as a connoisser of words, your rhythm and rhyme move me, and you are most correct to intuit that God never stopped speaking to people; it is just that people quit listening and discerning correctly.
Thank you both for listening deep-which is the way to discernment that will lead to enlightenment.
Might we all listen to our poets, visionaries and dreamers for they shine a light in the darkness.
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jake hunter (0 articles, 0 quicklinks, 0 diaries, 6 comments)
on Saturday, May 12, 2007 at 9:11:24 AM
Thank you for your remarkable analysis of what motivates Tony Blair. I could never understand what motivated him to cast his lot with the totally witless sponge that is Skippy that not-so-wonder mutt. Now we know. For someone who is intelligent Blair falls down in the final analysis. At the end of the day he's just a greedy politician instead of a true leader and visionary. Even though I consider myself a progressive liberal, having lived in London for three years in the 1990s, the UK was far better off with Thatcher. At least you knew where she stood, often she was beating us over the head with her handbag.
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Kenneth Barr (8 articles, 0 quicklinks, 0 diaries, 83 comments)
on Saturday, May 12, 2007 at 8:07:21 AM
While the evidence I have seen certainly points to Anthony Charles Lynton Blair's inordinate admiration for the wealthy and powerful as a major factor leading to his role in advocating and pursuing the criminal war on Iraq (and, for that matter, that on Serbia-Montenegro, years earlier), I cannot but regard the methodology used in the analysis presented in the article as extremely suspect. It sounds to me much like the sort of analysis that George Walker «God-speaks-to-me» Bush tends to employ, in order to justify his policy decisions....
Henri
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mhenriday (0 articles, 11 quicklinks, 5 diaries, 151 comments)
on Saturday, May 12, 2007 at 11:37:47 AM
It is a free country; you are entitled to believe whatever you want. Whether I am what I and others say or are not, there are few things to consider or your opinion is no better than anyone else's who flies by the seat of their pants. Evidence is the only key anything else is opinion. Before I accept or reject anything, I do research. A good dose of skepticism is healthy. A dose of envy is not helpful. Predictions made far in advance by me have been noted by others and written about with no doubts, so do the research. I should tell you I am uninterested in converting anyone, I have nothing to convert people to, because I do not advocate Organized Corporate Religions. I am selling nothing, I want no followers, and I just want to write what I see. When I start being wrong, I will stop. I advocate killing no one. I only write about what I have experienced, I support no single candidate.
As far as Bush, Patterson, Fallwell speaking to God, they may, but He isn't answering people who speak of Killing other people/ If God created the universe, with all it’s complexity as Einstein believes, anyone who says they are on a mission from God to kill evildoers is a liar. God needs no human help, if He wants someone dead; He is perfectly capable of doing so. Least of all, does he need our help with that task? I am not capable of Greed/Avarice, I have no price, I am Unbuyable, and there is not enough money in the world. However, I am no saint.
I don’t blame you for being skeptical; I would be too. But if you are really interested look up my blogspot, talk to people who had received my now extinct Newsletters, talk to people who have read my articles here on OpEdnews, or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me. I have no agenda, I used to own an ad-agency, architectural firm, wrote the novel Lost Seasons which was called “prophetic” still can be found on line at most bookstores, but don’t buy it unless they verify that you will get the completely re-edited version. The publisher which I dumped/disowned, would not edit properly, so my new 3-book deal, is with another publisher.
So, do as you please, but there is nothing that can interest me enough to have an agenda other than to get the news out and those who pick up on it, fine those who do not, that is fine too. I just do what I do and the audience is world wide and I love it hearing from readers all over this earth.
I enjoyed your sharing of dreams, prophetic dreams that is......
In Hawaii, prophesies come in dreams, and dreams documented appear to have come true!
For example, Queen Liliuokalani said that if the United States did not make corrections, then the U.S. will fall apart......
the erosion continues with Belial Beezlebubs at the helm of nations which breached the Law of Nations and plunder upon Inno cent countries needlessly.....all in the name of greed!
it's truly refreshing to see perspectives of dreams which covers the spiritual level part of a society.....
please continue your articles....because many have departed from morals, conscience due to the dictates of their leaders..... so many sheep, or sooooo many non-thinking sheep!
aloha.
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Amelia Kuulei Gora (0 articles, 0 quicklinks, 0 diaries, 1 comments)
on Saturday, May 12, 2007 at 9:32:37 PM
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