The Throne of Cesare Borgia

The Throne of Cesare Borgia

The Blood that Lives on in the Soil

Sept 29, 2017
On the hurricane-lashed hillsides of Puerto Rico, the blood oozes up from the soil.
    It is blood that has been there a long time. It is blood that remembers the extortions of Columbus and the rascally company that was waiting for him to return from these Caribbean islands with gold to reward their investments. It is blood that remembers how Native peoples were admonished to turn from the Native faith than had made them so gentle, and compelled to deliver their prayers to an icon which claimed to be an image of Jesus the Christ, but which was actually a portrait of Cesare Borgia.
    It is in the nature of the blood that is seeping from the inundated hillsides to urge the Puerto Rican people to want to build again. Ever since the landing of the Philistine pirates under the command of Christopher Columbus, Puerto Rico has become overly acquainted with recurrent catastrophes. But the blood that is seeping shall also ensure that what is rebuilt shall be different from everything that has gone before.

A Carnival Hosted by Demons

     For one thing, ever since the day when the Dominicans arrived with Columbus, the throne of Cesare Borgia has been a heavy weight upon the soul of Puerto Rico. The Throne of Cruelty arrived in Puerto Rico with the second voyage of  Columbus. From that moment on, the fortunes of the Native Taino people descended into a flume of genocidal catastrophe.

      Heroic warriors bought their people a little time – but Comandante Ponce de Leon was as ruthless as the pounce of the lion for which he had been named.

      The propensity of Juan Ponce de Leon and his underlings for cutting off peoples’ hands, demonstrates that they were the descendants in spirit, if not in the actual flesh, of the notorious Umayyads. In fact, Juan Ponce de Leon was a Crude Oil Brother. In his time, since men had not yet discovered how to extract blood from the earth, and since in consequence they had no Crude Oil with which to perform their pollutions, they had to burn living human beings instead.

      It should therefore come as no surprise that, after they had killed all the men and raped all the women on the island, these Crude Oil Brothers should cause the scene of their crimes, this island which we now call Puerto Rico to become the center of the Most Catholic Inquisition in the Western Hemisphere.

      Even after their abominations had brought the nation of Spain down to the most abject humiliation, the Crude Oil Brothers persisted in blazing trails through the most tangled thickets of injustice. In order to understand how they were able to get away with this, it is necessary to understand a very Satanic doctrine which was conjured up by the same series of Anti-Popes whose perversion of religious principles drove Martin Luther to declare a revolution against the Catholic Order. It is a most curious thing that even though the Protestant nations repudiated almost every other sophistry of the papists, this Satanic Doctrine of Discovery not only survived the Protestant Reformation, but was destined to become the foundation upon which American real estate law erected its superstructure.

      It really should be called, The Doctrine of Satanic Possession.

Reflections of Henry Demonford

Reflections of Henry Demonford

Nov. 9, 2014

Devious Secret Agent Wakes from a Dream of St. Augustine

 

“I am beginning to realize,” reflects Henry Demonford, as he nervously adjusts the IV needle in his vein, “that what has been going on through all of this century – we thought we had killed the Cave Bear. But this Cave Bear has survived, feeding on the same trash that we left when we were committing our genocides. In fact, since God is the totalization of everything that we have killed, the Cave Bear gets bigger and more threatening with every act of colonialist exploitation the nation commits. That is why, in spite of all of our efforts to torture him into submission, the Cave Bear keeps coming out of the Third-World forests, to chew on our civilized conscience.”

Grizzly Bear

I had not intended to go the way of the Cave Bear. It had been my belief that I lived on a better continent, under a happier sky.

Henry Demonford:

      “Why is it that it is only ourselves, the Old Soldiers who have not been able to keep any of the Commandments, who are able to see through the web of lies and deception that is woven by the Social Neurosis? Indeed, it is only now, now that I am finding myself almost at the end of this life, that I am beginning to understand, that God is actually the immense burden of obligation we have taken on, as a result of the things we have killed.ⁱ

      “It is only now, now that I wake up struggling to adjust to the effects of chemotherapy, that I am beginning to appreciate the sickness of the world, and see why it is so distressing. The world is sick, but it is only a few of us who have been shocked deeply enough to realize just how sick it is.

      “We, who have been thrown into confusion, have been sick with the sickness of the world. We have been right there for the money when the demons insisted on signing their contracts in blood. The fact that we have become post-traumatic implies that we do have a choice. The reason we are post-traumatic is that the demons really are tearing us apart, because they sense that we are reneging on those Satanic contracts by which we had been bound.

       Why is if that if is only we, the old soldiers who have managed to keep none of the commandments, who can see through the web of deception the social neurosis weaves? Can if be, one sees the design of the devil only after one has turned back oneself from a road that is leading to Satanhood?

      “This is why the choice between Heaven and Hell belongs to those of us who find that we are being torn apart by the Cave Bear. When we realize that, through our struggles with this Cave Bear, we have actually died and come back, we discover also, that when we had been immersed in the imperialistic machinations into which our societies had thrust us, we had been on the road to Satanhood.

      We then came to recognize, that if we valued the soul that we had been taught to cherish above all things, that we would need to turn back. What I am now also beginning to perceive, is that one can only perceive the design of the Devil, after one has become enmeshed within it. Those who have never made deals with the Devil are usually naive, and do not recognize the snake who is moving beneath the rustling leaves. They can continue to be innocent, because their souls have never been in danger. We, on the other hand, who are threatened by powers of demons if we should ever repent – we are the ones who have the power to change the world, but only if we learn to love our souls more than we love our own flesh.

      “But we can do this, because we have always been fighters. This is not the first time we have been threatened by creatures whose intent has been to tear us apart. The only difference is that now, if we are fighting for the preservation of our souls, we can feel resigned to the fact that our bodies are expendable.

      “This is the realization that caused Sir Lancelot to fall from his high horse, and this is the reason why you see so many old warriors begging by the side of the road.”

The Reddest of Red Alerts

As Above, So Below

Dec 20. 2012

It had not been a routine sort of sighting. On account of the time and the season, the air controllers had thought at first that it was a Santa Claus prank. But Santa had never shown up on the radar before, and the cigar shaped object did not look like a sleigh.

The Reddest of Red Alerts

It was definitely alien, and since it refused to identify itself, it was no doubt of the illegal variety. But it was traveling far too fast to be any ordinary wetback. By the time that this suspicious craft had crossed the Rio Grande it had slowed down significantly, but its airspeed had still been calculated at about mach 3.

The flight appeared to have originated from somewhere in the Columbian interior. This in itself aroused concern; the only international cargoes that got routed through this territory usually involved guns and narcotics. Air traffic controllers in Oaxaca, Merida, Mexico City and Guadalahara attempted to establish communication on various frequencies, in English, Spanish, French, Portuguese, German, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, and for good measure, Urdu. None of these efforts had produced a response. The Mexican Air Force had scrambled, to challenge this strange object’s right to use Mexican air space. These fighters had been forced down by engine failure before they had gained enough altitude to get a clear picture, but they had managed to radio a warning of the air-space violation to the American bases north of the Rio Grande.

The luck of the United States Strategic Air Command had not been much better. The speeding object seemed to be surrounded by an invisible shield which repulsed their radar signals, their heat seeking missiles, and every other sort of projectile that they could throw at it.

It was the reddest of red alerts. The president of the United States was contacted, and even he was not quite sure what to do.

Waiting for a Chartered Flight

Dr. Payne was sitting in his office, in the penthouse of a high rise structure in Dallas which could only be reached by those who had the correct elevator code, as well as a special key. He had been waiting for a CIA chartered flight to arrive from Guadalajara to Pinal, Oregon with heroin and cocaine, which could be transported to the liberal northeast, and dumped on the gang kids of the cities.

He heard that the commercial air space had been closed down, and fretted about what might happen while the precious cargo in which he had invested sat on a side lane of the International Airport at Monterrey.

If this chartered flight were examined by customs inspectors who were not sufficiently impressed by the credentials of the agents, the world might become aware of just what the Benevolent Committee For Canonization of Franco was trying to accomplish in Latin America.

At this point, Dr. Payne was probably more concerned than the president. The Secretary of State was visiting Cairo, and the president was not willing to interrupt her call to hear just to hear about another UFO incident. Mr. President felt that it was far more important to find out which way the Jolly Green Giant of Egypt would be walking. If that Evergreen College Professor were right, and the New Age of the Mind would become dominant after 2013 – the critical factor might very well be the influence of the dissidents who were being released from Islamic prisons on account of the “Arab” Spring.

One of Mr. President’s most strategic objectives involved the cultivation of an emotional alliance between these former prisoners of conscience, and the Senate and the People of the United States of America. If this alliance could be brought into being, the UFO’s would simply have to wait.

The pilot of the grounded CIA cargo plane shared Dr. Payne’s concern. He agreed – the cargo contained sacred relics which needed to be shielded from profane eyes.

It was time for Dr. Payne to call on his old business partner who goes by different aliases in different countries, but who is commonly referred to by Bible Belt people as “Satan.”

“Remember that contract we signed in 1972?” the little grey devil reminded him. “Do you realize that 40 years have gone by? As you recall, that was a 40-year contract, and we have fulfilled our part of the bargain. It now is time for you to come home with us, so that we can keep you as a pet.”

A Bible-Belt Jesus Sighting

Pastor Ebenezer Mc Grady of the Shreveport Louisiana congregation of Howlers For White Jesus was on his way home when he noticed a rather strange object bobbing about in the sky. When he looked through his binoculars, he could see that it was a middle-age man in a business suit. That man was not hanging from a parachute, but was simply – flying through the air.

The word got out and all of the congregation assembled to look at Jesus flying through the air. Other congregations all through Texas, Louisiana, Arkansas, and Mississippi also were able to observe the levitation of Dr. Payne. At this point the Mother Ship of the Aliens, which had Dr. Payne fixed in a tractor beam, had hidden herself away behind a cloud. All that the people on the ground could see were the contrails of the fighter jets that were rocketing into the stratosphere in order to get a fix on the UFO.

According to the rumor which began to spread among the True Believers on the ground, the Second Coming of Jesus was being intercepted by the military forces of the Zion Occupied Government. By way of damage control, several military helicopters were dispatched to record the event on video and – if it were possible – rescue Dr. Payne from impending abduction. As a result, network television interrupted its regularly scheduled broadcast for coverage of what was given out to be the attempt of a group of Southern Christian extremists to launch their own plastic Jesus. This helium filled, animated Jesus (With brown hair, light skin, and a business suit, of course) was scheduled to fly over the Bible Belt, as a signal for the True Believers to begin their paramilitary operations against ZOG.

Dr. Payne gestured frantically, but the military helicopters were unable to get close enough to throw him a rope. They were able to video, as the operators of the tractor beam turned Dr. Payne unside down and shook him, until his wallet and his cell phone fell out of his pockets. Network television warned all of its watchers that these articles were now the property of NASA, and that anyone who took the wallet home was risking a visit from the FBI.