People like to be fooled for a while...
In 2012 on January first, God will come down in a UFO and point her finger to the winner. Make sure you stand in the right spot! After that, everybody will jump into the air and hang there for a minute or two like a ballet dancer. It is called acute ascension. It is a spontaneous happening and it is not curable with either drugs nor meditation.  We've just got to take it like a man and that means, that we'll fall on our face on the way down and hurt ourselves. Bring stilts maybe. After this, all Christian oriented people East and West will gently take Jesus off the cross and throw everything in the garbage. All other statues of Jesus, especially the bleeding heart ones, will be broken down for children to make their hop-scotch patterns. Boy, they just love it. Some people however will wrap their statues in soft plastic sacks and say their farewell by kissing it. All statues will end up in the same place however.

At those moments there sure is no need for sentimentality for the Great Master has been mistaken long enough. His savior bit has worn off and from then on in, he is set free in the minds of many. Not that it mattered to him for he has been dancing freely for many centuries helping others to grow into mental maturity.  His great efforts of manifesting Love into the World were perversely interpreted by Churchianity for it was understood as Salvation the Churchy Way. Pledge you money right here and we build you the House of God. It worked perfectly. People like to socialize and play Simon Says. God's House naturally is the Temple we live in!  Sure, people like to be fooled for a while. All this will end by the date mentioned above, our Soul has had enough!  In the mean time, please continue your business as usual - dream a thousands new paths and walk the old one!  Next predictions will come when I am prudently inspired by the Power of Predictions. Boy she's pretty! Usually, she tells me to look into my Soul and cook up my own. Come to think of it, that's what these are...

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They window gaze at earth looking for equals...
Well, it happened again. The pressure of the Power of Prediction pushed me into manifesting another batch of bold ones. Typically the tactics of the more graceful aspects of our race of beings - wow! Her beauty stunt me and I'd plum forgot her predictions. Now what? In any case, it was all about Haily Bops and her skirts. Yes, she is female too. They are millions of miles long and it's as clear as day that that is true for the entire thing is 123 million miles from the earth. Boy that's a lot of driving! Well, here she goes... Haily Bops naturally is not that natural as she seems to be. There is a lot more involved than a woop of petticoats. What we see of this beautiful comet is but two bits of physical poof but the bulk of it is of another dimensional reality altogether and that is the sreaming secret. Another thing, it is well possible that this indeed is the twelth planet for if that is not it - what is?   That's what Sitchin and I would like to know - yeah. There are live Beings up there! Wow...

No doubt they have a lot more interest in mankind than just sailing by every 3600 years. Boy what a trip! They do what farmers do, drive around and inspect their investments once in a while and if need be - harvest some.   I wonder if guys like me are harvestable?   Who knows, maybe I'm not quite done yet!   Must check my holy tripplers and see if they are still green. If so - I'm not done. If they're golden - I am.  Would not surprise me either way for I am a 50/50 kind of a guy.  Except for my predictions naturally for they are always dead on. Really now, could a space ship be four times as big as the earth and sail around the sun every 3600 years?   But then you know - maybe it is but one year for them. What do I know. Possibly these Beings sleep for 1800 years and the rest of their long day they window gaze at earth looking for equals. Is that what I saw the other night, two tiny black spots on the right side?   I bet you that was somebody's peeping binocculars staring at our tripplers. Yeah, next time I see those tiny black spots I pull a funny face, maybe they won't recognize me. I wonder if they record everything on film like we do. Boy, thousands of pictures on the Web about this Haily Bops. Why do people bother - it's just a dirty snowball anyway...