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Oct. 7, 2015

PJ-227

CHAPTER 11

REC #1     HATONN

SAT., FEB. 7, 1998     7:42 A.M.     YR. 11, DAY 175

SAT., FEB. 7, 1998

WAR; SO EVERYBODY IS READY

FOR MORE WAR!

You people just watched your seeing-eye tube and cheered Clintons and Blairs on to their week-end romp at Camp David. One of these days I am going to remind you about Camp David!

For the Antichrist, face it, there is not enough innocent blood around in the world today to satisfy hatred and destruction, or to satisfy the pockets, and yes, bloody inflictions upon a world in pain.

Mothers and Fathers who might read this: when you allow these things to happen, as I will present, God puts notches and clicks along side your name and you who support the Antichrist will, one day soon, find no support for selves or your offspring that you teach in the ways of immorality of anything like war.

Why don't all of you stop titillating selves with the sex scandals (and those start right in London and wash ashore in the US) as the Bush bunch, Royal bunch and cronies try once more to gain total control and assets of your globe. Zip up your pants and put your toys away and see what you REALLY do, and do in the name of humanity, Jesus, God, the United Nations and other outrageous lies.

Iraq's disquiet for the big boys is NOTHING except over assets, hatred and OIL. If the US-Britain can smash hard enough then the assumption is that the other Arab nations will go quietly back to their holes or start a war--and my goodness, readers, with the kinds of toys you have for war, what little imbeciles wouldn't want to try them out. But, THIS TIME, they will fall on YOUR HEADS!

They have to silence TRUTH and Saddam tells the truth. Men coming back from that Hell tell the Truth and are deaded with disease for the trouble. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO KNOW ANYTHING--EXCEPT THE LENGTH OF WILLY'S PANT ZIPPER.

"We have got to stop Saddam... weapons of mass destruction... anthrax and VX gas... wipe out the milk factories--wipe out the food supply... kill, kill, kill" AND guess what: "If we are forced to bomb it will be BAD and it WILL BE THE FAULT OF SADDAM!" What you don't seem to know is that the only reason the Arab world joined by the Chinese haven't blown YOU off the map is because Saddam holds strong and KNOWS HIS REAL ENEMY.

Puppet Clinton diddles while the ones that run the world make the plans, start the wars, send YOU off to fight and die like flies on a carcass, and laugh all the way to the banks--THEIR BANKS, OF COURSE. The people from Israel who are allies are already over in Washington pushing you around--you have met your enemy, readers, and they are your controllers--right in your dooryard.

Madeleine Albright who just did her failed trip around to gain support for bases, didn't do it. So now, Cohen is going to ac­complish it? I wonder if--in this insane world you have devel­oped, he won't probably succeed.

There is talk of dying and killing and hand-washing as they tell you over and over and over until your sleep repeats: Weapons of Mass Destruction--kill, kill, kill TO PROTECT THE WORLD. The MADMAN IS NOT IN IRAQ, silly children.

When the statistics of blanket bombing are mentioned, your fe­male (Motherly-Grandmotherly) Albright simply says: "It's worth it."

These helpless people on the other end of your bombs are crying out to GOD for help against the demons of Antichrist--and guess what, get ready, blind and foolish sheep--THEY ARE GOING TO GET IT IN A VERY BIG WAY. YOU without mercy will bomb, maim, kill and starve GOD'S most innocent children--AND IT IS YOU WHO SHALL PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE OF SUCH ACTIONS--DIDN'T YOUR PROPHETS ALSO TELL YOU ABOUT THAT LITTLE GLITCH IN THE PLANS OF ANTICHRIST? SADDAM HUSSEIN IS A WALKING ANGEL OF LIGHT COMPARED TO THE AN­TICHRIST CONTROLLERS YOU HAVE PUT INTO POWER. WELL, THE WORLD IS AWAKENING, YOU MESMERIZED ZOMBIES WHO CAN'T GET BEYOND A MAN'S ZIPPER TO SEE WHAT IS GOING ON, AND THEY WILL PUT YOU AND THOSE PUPPET MASTERS INTO HELL--COUNT ON IT.

You shout to "feed the hungry", "house the homeless"--but do you see any ONE of those brainless idiots doing anything except having their State Dinners and shaking bombs on the world? The devastation is supposed to bring all of you into total submis­sion and not ten of you can even see it.

"But what can we do?" I don't know! If I told you you would be too fearful to move a muscle for you have grown weak, soft, pot-bellied, fat and lazy while watching other people live your lives FOR YOU. You will again be an armchair warrior with your thumbs turned down and sit blaming Saddam for your hell on earth. But "wait until after the Olympics are over, please..." You just don't want to miss the show of either event.

Would God be just a tad angry at YOU? I'd venture to say so and you had best start paying attention in a BIG WAY. What are you going to eat next year? Your growing valleys are being flooded out totally. You won't even have enough grapes for wine to ease your painful tummies if the rain doesn't stop and the big boys say that won't be until May this year.

Have you checked your storage for leaks? Do you have any storage? How will it be when radioactive? Oh yes, there will be radioactivity floating around all of you who make it past and through the event itself. These are the days the prophets wrote for your experience--you know, THAT millennium change. So be it, and don't bother to ask for "good luck" or God's blessings for upon you shall come back EXACTLY IN KIND what YOU SEND FORTH! By the time of Year 2000 you will be a full 8 to 15 years OFF COUNTING in the wrong direction. We al­ready show you in year 11 day 175--from the millennium changeover. You have moved into the time of the Antichrist's burning of the radiation belt of your world--you know, a hidden part of that photon belt.

You ONLY know about the China told to you. THE CHINA OF HER GOLDEN DAYS are armed, ready, willing and able to smash you mosquitoes to smithereens. You are carriers of death just as are the newly cross-bred disease-bearing mosquito of the day.

Go right ahead and wave your flags (UN of course) and belch your beer and scratch your bellies--for you are about to do something so unthinkable as to wipe a few grins off your faces.

Peter Kawaja forwards this coming article to us as he received it. We will retype it so it fits onto our disc program and save someone at the paper the time it takes to retype it. I want Dharma to realize why we work around the clock to get you in­formed as much as is possible in your degenerating world before the Puppet Masters close the circuits.

[QUOTING:]

IRAQ'S CHILDREN

PAYING WASHINGTON'S PRICE

WITH THEIR LIVES

Felicity Arbuthnot, UK

(This comes in through Canada)

ADDENDA TO ACTION ALERT ON IRAQ:

Dear Friend:

Here comes the promised article "Iraq's children paying Washington's price with their lives". I don't know (yet) where it was originally published, but it should be reprinted and widely circulated everywhere. For the best information on the predicament of the Iraqi people and U.S. aggression (supported so far strongly only by Britain's Tony Blair) toward their coun­try can be found on the website of the Inter-national Action Center (New York), which is the organization founded by for­mer U.S. Attorney General Ramsey Clark. The website is: www.iacenter.org. Marjaleena Repo, national organizer.

To reflect on seven years of visits to Iraq since the Gulf War is to reflect on decline from the impossible to the apocalyptic.

When Martti Antisaari, then special reporter to the United Nations, visited the country just after the Gulf War, he wrote that: "Nothing we have seen or read could have prepared us for this particular devastation, a country reduced to a pre-industrial age for a considerable time to come."

In the forty-five days of the Gulf War 56,133.32 tons of or­dinance was dropped on Iraq--exceeding the 47,777.78 tons dropped in the forty-five months of the Second World War.

Unknown to the public or the allied troops at the time, much of the ordinance was COATED WITH DEPLETED URANIUM (DU) comprising a new and deadly generation of weapons whose effects linger long after the bombs and the guns are silent. [H: Don't say you didn't know--you knew for the droppers themselves bragged about it at the very time they were using these weapons OF MASS DESTRUCTION--YOU KNOW, YOU!] DU, waste from the nuclear industry, has replaced titanium as armor-piercing coating. When a bullet or missile makes contact with a target, it burns and produces a fine dust. It is both toxic and radioactive.

Inhaled, according to experts, it can cause cancers and can settle in the kidneys and lead to nephritis (kidney death).

In 1990, the UK Atomic Energy Authority sent a report to the government estimating that if 50 tons of residual dust was left in the area as a result of hostilities, there could be half a million extra cancer deaths by the end of the century. Some ex­perts now estimate that up to 700 tons remains. DU remains ra­dioactive for four thousand five hundred million years.

While the Pentagon and Whitehall state that it is "only very very mildly radioactive", when Professor Siegwart-Horst Guenther, founder of the Austrian Yellow Cross, took a DU bullet--correctly encased in a lead-lined box--back to Germany from Iraq for analysis in 1993, he was arrested at Berlin airport, the bullet had activated all the radiation sensors.

[H: Can't you see the "other" reasons for building a war to the point of using nuclear weapons? The culprits have to COVER UP THEIR OWN IRRATIONAL ACTIONS FROM THE LAST ENCOUNTER--THAT THEY THOUGHT WOULD NEVER HAVE TO BE CONFRONTED AGAIN.]

When I went to Iraq in early 1992, doctors were already re­marking in bewilderment on the increase in birth deformities--some so grotesque and unusual that they expected to see them only in text books, or perhaps once or twice in a lifetime. They were, ironically, comparing them to the birth defects seen in Bikini and the Pacific islands after nuclear testing, yet it was not until the following year that it was realized that radioactive weapons had been used.

They were also noting a dramatic rise in cancers, especially in children. Not with a bang, but with a whimper indeed.

Ironically, treatments for cancers are vetoed by the Sanctions Committee, since they contain minute traces of radiation, so lit­tle that Iraqis, in their irradiated land, cannot avail themselves of the therapeutic value of radiation, only suffer its most deadly consequences.

According to a US Army study: "If DU enters the body, it has the potential to generate significant medical consequences. The risks associated with DU in the body are both chemical and radiological." (US Army Environment Policy Institute: Health and Environment Consequences of Depleted Uranium Use in the US Army, June 1995). [H: Oh, but you didn't know? WHY DIDN'T (DON'T) YOU KNOW? IT IS ONLY YOUR LIVES, PEOPLE!]

Almost any household one enters in Iraq has a sort of "black souvenir" of the Gulf War--sitting on a shelf somewhere is a piece of a missile or a spent bullet, silently emitting radiation. On a visit to a center set up to counsel severely psychologically damaged children--in what psychologists refer to as one of the "most traumatized child populations on Earth" as a result of the Gulf War--I saw a chilling sight.

The center was a far cry from the schools, devoid of the most basic of items--even pencils and exercise books have been ve­toed by the Sanctions Committee--light, bright and airy, it was normality in a land reduced to absolute abnormality.

Toy and book companies in Scandinavia had donated colorful building blocks, mobiles which hung gaily from the ceiling, doves of peace decorated pastel walls. Fluffy toys sat on rows of shelves--and between them, small pieces of cold, hard metal--pieces of radioactive missiles. [H: From America with love...!]

"The children pick them up and bring them in," a psy­chotherapist remarked, "It is their way of coming to terms with their fear, their way of healing themselves..." The irony and tragedy left me, unusually, lost for words. When, later, I ex­pressed my concern to an eminent physician, who had worked in Britain and saved many British lives, he fell silent, then looked at me and said very quietly: "we are afraid, we are all very afraid..."

In one hospital ward there was the manifestation of this fear. Two children, one aged three, Mi Lazam (his name translated as "the vital one") and the other aged five, lay, in terrible pain, bleeding internally, covered in bruises from leaking capillaries, bloated with edema, damp with perspiration.

Ali Lazam was making tiny "mewing" noises, his eyes full of unshed tears. He had learned not to cry, sobs wracking his small frame further, intensifying his agony. The older one was in the same condition, but when I bent to stroke his puffy little face, his small hand came up and grabbed mine and squeezed it with all his might, a gesture of trust, pleading and spontaneity.

I left the ward, leaned against a wall and prayed for the ground to open and swallow me up. For the people of Iraq, for the children of Iraq, from the radiation to the embargo, the war has never ended.

There is no escape into normality and as we threaten to bomb again, there is no hiding place. [H: Remember--you can "surgically bomb" directly into a bomb shelter air vent and BRAG ABOUT IT WHILE SHOWING OFF YOUR PIC­TURES TO A SICK WORLD. You know, no remorse, for after all--IT IS SADDAM'S FAULT!]

"This is worse than the war," a doctor told me in 1992, "we knew that the war must end, but we do not know whether this will ever end." He had spent the war treating patients and oper­ating on them, by candle-light, often without anaesthetic, often without sleep for three or more nights.

He recounted undertaking a painful peritoneal dialysis opera­tion, in the dark, in an operating theater whose windows had been broken in the blast from a missile which had hit an adjoin­ing building "When I move forward, the hot wax drips onto the patient's stomach, when I stand back, you can't see," his col­league, who was holding the candle, remarked. Yet the em­bargo "was worse..."

In late 1993, psychologists whose concern is for children in war zones, were reporting what they described as a unique phenomenon. Many children in Iraq no longer played games--they reminded them of the dead friends that used to play with them.

"Children are surprisingly resilient," Professor Magne Raun­dalen, who heads the Center for Crisis Studies in Bergen, Nor­way, told me."But the children of Iraq are not progressing as I would expect, they are regressing." But they had heard the bombs fall again in 1993--and in some psychological surveys up to 80 percent of children thought they would not live to grow up. [H: It seems they were and are correct, doesn't it, sweet humanitarian people of the free world?]

I went back to the trauma center that year and met a small boy who became physically sick at the sight of blue jeans. He had been wearing a precious pair his uncle had sent him from America, when the bombs fell. His best friend was killed.

I met little Naira who could not drink--in the searing heat of Baghdad. She used to offer her special friend, from whom she was inseparable, water from her little container before she drank herself--a traditional Iraqi gesture. Her friend was killed in the bombing.

On a later visit I met Ali, whose father was killed in the Gulf War. His body was returned home--unlike many in General Norman Schwarzkopr s "turkey shoot"--and Ali went to the fu­neral; he was three years old. The graveyard was near his home. Every day for three years, Ali ran repeatedly to the grave and dug at it with his small hands, saying: "It's alright Daddy, you can come out now, the men who put you there have gone away..."

While trauma at this level was there for anyone who cared to see, UN personnel could frequently be observed, in their leisure time, sporting T-shirts with "Air Power" emblazoned on the front.

By 1994 Dieter Hannusch of the Rome-based World Food Program was writing that this formerly largely developed coun­try--with, prior to the Gulf War, 92 percent access to clean wa­ ter and 93 percent access to high quality, free health care and similar education and nutrition had, for the most part, a lower caloric intake than Mali.

In 1995 Hannusch wrote that: "...time is running out for the children of Iraq." Time ran out for seven-year-old Yasmin that year. Named after the sweet scented yellow flowers, she had developed a minor heart defect just after the Gulf War. "When the embargo is over, we will operate and her health should be perfect," her parents were told. In five years a minor defect be­came a major one and her damaged little heart could no longer sustain her frail body.

I was in the ward at the El Baladi Hospital, formerly a flag­ship institution, as her fledgling life flickered and went out. I can still hear the screams of her mother and grandmother[H: But Grandma Albright says "it's worth it".] as they rushed from the front of the ward and across a busy road, oblivious to all--but their agony. "Yasmin, Yasmin, Yasmin..." they cried--and her name floated back through the open windows and over her small, cooling body.

In 1996 one third of surviving children--one third of Iraq's population is under 15--were estimated to be suffering stunted growth or impaired intelligence resulting from malnutrition.

The inexcusable and draconian nature of the embargo was reinforced for me in December 1997. Although the temperature was relatively cool, there was an epidemic of flies. Stagnant water or sewage lay in many streets due to a lack of parts for pipes which were fractured or bombed seven years ago this month. Water is still unsafe in many areas, thus fly- and water­borne disease are endemic. [H: Ah, but your media moguls don't ever let YOU SEE these dark pictures do they? They only allow you to see the happy children hanging onto Saddam's hands while they tell you he is building up more weapons of mass destruction and those places not yet bombed away by YOU THE HUMANITARIAN PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!]

Invited to homes for a meal to which everyone in the neigh­borhood has contributed something, in dire straits but still ex­tending the overwhelming Iraqi hospitality, one person stands on "fly drill". Literally standing over the table waving hands or fly swatters. Not one to be enthusiastic about chemicals in the home, even I was driven to suggest that this was desperate and fly spray was essential.

Fly spray, it transpired, has been vetoed by the Sanctions Committee. Ironically, Iraq is being accused of having the ca­pability for biological and chemical warfare. Now this may or may not be correct, but like the silent radiation pervading the country, lack of ability to guarantee clean water or eradicate flies are equally silent and deadly chemical and biological dan­gers.

An illustration of this came two days later. In the Unicef building in Baghdad, a woman ran through the door near de­mented and barely coherent in grief. It was a Thursday. The story, sobbed out, was of nightmares. She had five children. On Monday, the youngest had become very sick with diarrhea: waxen, dehydrated, cold. With no transport, she had run with him in her arms, to the hospital.

The hospital had re-hydration fluid, but no gastro-nasal high protein food or necessary tubing and no anti-biotics. Her baby died.

She carried him home to arrange burial (Islamic tradition is that burial is within 12 hours) to find another child equally sick. She returned to the hospital to relive the same scenario, the same anguish.

This was repeated with a third child. She had come to Unicef to beg for medicines for her two remaining children, who too had developed the same symptoms. Unicef Baghdad writes reports and undertakes surveys on the health effects of the embargo and the effects of malnutrition BUT was unable to as­sist.

Displayed large in the foyer of the Unicef building is the UN Convention on Human Rights of the Child, the most signed-up­to International Convention in history, with 187 nations agreed to adhere to its principles.

They include the right to life, protection, lack of racial dis­crimination, education... "keeping the promise to children" is the vow on Unicef's compliment slip.

"We must ensure that there is a place at the table for all the world's children," said President Clinton, in his address to the 50th UN General Assembly.

Not if the child is from Iraq, Cuba, North Korea, Somalia or any other embargoed country. The UN itself has broken "the promise to children" and as Britain and the US prepare again to bomb the children of Iraq, who shiver uncontrollably in thunder­storms, thinking the bombers are about to return, the promise is again broken.

Asked on the US television programme 60 Minutes on 12 May 1996 whether the cost of the lives of over half a million children "was worth it" in order to get rid of Iraq's President, Secretary of State Madeleine Albright (then US Ambassador to the UN) replied that "it is a hard choice, but the price--we think the price is worth it."

I am sorry Ali, I am sorry Mi Lazam, I am sorry Yasmin, I am sorry Naira, I am sorry to you all, whose small faces look at me from so many photographs. You were just "a hard choice... a price THAT WAS WORTH IT".

[END OF QUOTING]

I think it is time to read, ONE MORE TIME, REVELATION! Especially attend the part about the "Christ" appearing with a sickle to reap the harvest of your HELL and cast out all that is unworthy and blighted upon the Earth.

You of human form upon the wondrously created place of bal­ance and beauty--are going to reap your reward for such heinous acts and degradation. Pay attention particularly to the part about mothers with children and pregnant mothers--and go back and reread the "above".

Then, my dears, I suggest you take up AND THEY CALLED HIS NAME IMMANUEL, I AM SANANDA AND READ WHAT IMMANUEL SAID TO THE JEWISH PHARISEES ABOUT THE COMING OF MOHAMMED WHO WOULD BRING HORRORS UNDREAMT OF UPON THEIR HEADS FOR THE REST OF THEIR EXISTENCE. IT IS SO AND IT HAS BEGUN TO COME TO PASS IN YOUR VERY GENERA­TION, NOW PUSHED INTO DOOM BY YOUR CONTINU­ING TO SLEEP WHILE YOUR VERY EXISTENCE HAS BURNED AT THE HANDS OF ANTICHRIST. THESE WARRIORS WILL GIVE NO QUARTER AND THE ONES WHO WROTE THE VERY PROGRAM AND SCRIPT FOR THE PLAY THEY WOULD "WIN" SHALL BE DE­STROYED AS GRASSHOPPERS BEFORE THE THRESHER.

You have allowed them to take your "free" world and you allow such pillage, plunder, raping and destruction at their hands that thine own drip with the innocent blood of this planet--and it is NOT alright for you have become EVIL and despotic in your very thoughts. YOU have become the very scourge of the Earth, The Evil Empire, and you shall be smitten until you shall pray that the mountains fall upon you to ease your suffering. AND THERE SHALL NOT BE ONE EAR TO HEAR YOU--YOU HAVE OVERSTEPPED THE BOUNDARIES OF GOD'S ALLOWANCES.

My scribe thinks this moment that she cannot go on. Oh yes, we SHALL GO ON for if we cannot stop this insanity in TRUTH and KNOWING, WHO? WHO SHALL STOP IT? WHO SHALL TELL OF THE WAY IT WAS, IS AND WILL BE? IF NOT YOU, WHO? Who will pick up the child dying in the crib--which by the way, might be the Christ-child reaching out for you. If not YOU, WHO?

Dharma, take a break. I am so sorry, child, but I must have your hands for our time is up and if we are to pass this cup from us, we must do it NOW.

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