For Dick Cheney, aka, "The Black Dragon" By Anna Von Reitz

For Dick Cheney, aka, "The Black Dragon"

By Anna Von Reitz

No doubt, Mr. Cheney, you have noticed that things are changing whether or not you like the change.  People you have known for years are changing. Or disappearing. You can no longer count on their support.  Bullying has to take on a whole new dimension to work.  It seems that their very hearts have changed, either gone soft or quailed within them, so that they are reduced to broken, blithering men.  Even the tried and true methods of bribery and forbidden sexual pleasures are running down and out. Something is happening. You know that, but what is it?


It's the Kingdom of Heaven, Mr. Cheney.


You can't stop it.  You can't change it.  You can't blow it up.  You can't threaten it.  The best you can do is face facts.


The days of the dragons are over.  Their rule is ended.


Certainly, you have seen Satan led off stage in chains.  Certainly, you have seen that your "power" is everywhere eroded and reduced to nothing more than a power to obstruct. Even in that, you can feel the building pressure, like water backing up behind a dam.


Water is quiet and made of little insignificant drops, yet, somehow, it collects and coalesces and forms up and pushes relentlessly. You can feel that relentless pressure now, focusing slowly and inexorably inward upon your companies---- "Homeland Security" and the "United States Government".


It's only a matter of time.  Surely, you know that?  The shattering of images? The discovery of the counterfeits?  Do you think this is all coincidence?


I am laughing the way a child laughs.


The monster is made of paper, and the only thing worse than sand to build upon, is fraud. 


Good-bye to the Triple Crown of infamy.  Good-bye to the last 800 years of enslavement by the British Crown as well.  Farewell to commercial feudalism.


If that discomfits you, I am sorry, but everything has its season and the season for these evils has come and gone.  You might as well try to make winter into summer or contest with the moon and stars.


The technology you are now facing is millions of years older than yours, and millions of years more advanced. Those you are trying to overcome are not enemies of anyone, but gifted as they are to discern every lie your servants tell, what use is it to lie? 


I tell you openly there is no hope in secrets and darkness. As easily as walking into another room, all that you feel and all that you intend and all that you plan is exposed to those who care to look. 


So, think then, of how pathetic it is, that you continue to obstruct and kick against the goads and refuse to embrace the forward motion of the Universe?  Ask yourself what you can possibly hope to gain? More guilt? More money, which is to say, more worthless debt? 


It may be Big News to many people that all the nuclear arsenals are worthless and have been worthless for many years, but you know that. You know the threats of "full scale thermonuclear war" on this planet are more empty than threats of rain in the central Sahara.


Even the "concern" about the proliferation of nuclear arms being used as an excuse to pick fights with Iran and North Korea is pure fakery, an abuse of the ignorant who don't know that the entire subject is already moot.


So you and Harry Reid and the rest of the Bad Boys dug the purportedly spent nuclear waste out of the salt mines and packed it in artillery shells and blasted it all over the Middle East, planning on killing and maiming people for the next 65,000 years, and killing a couple hundred thousand innocent U.S. soldiers as well---but see, that isn't going to be allowed. 


All that damage, all that pollution is already being remediated, the people you exposed to all that harmful radiation are being located and healed.  The MKUltra program is being discerned with each exposure of it, and cut off at the roots. All the vampires are disconsolate, defeated, reduced to weeping and blubbering. They can't even win a footrace. 


The Kingdom of Heaven rolls onward.


Go stand on the seashore, Mr. Cheney, and tell the waves to cease.  Perhaps then you will directly experience the truth and stop trying to obstruct what is meant to be-- a new age of plenty and peace and health and happiness for all Mankind.


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Posted by Paul Stramer at 5:26 AM

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Well I'll bet poor Dicky boy is just quivering now...  Actually I'd think he's looking for fresh sprigs of hair to pop up so he'd have something to pull out.