Sunday, January 25, 2015

Essential Fatty Acids - Dr. Tent

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Kevin Annett's 2015 New Year Message

Canada is Proclaimed a Sovereign Republic:




Canada is Proclaimed a Sovereign Republic: Crown authority is nullified, Common Law established as supreme authority


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The first Common Law Grand Jury ever to be convened in Canada will open January 15, 2015 in Vancouver. Held under the authority and jurisdiction of the new constitutional Republic of Kanata, the Grand Jury will indict those responsible for child trafficking and murder, unsolved murders of indigenous people, and Drangheta-Vatican child sacrificial cults.Recent "black ops" attacks will also be addressed. . itccs.org
















Thursday, January 8, 2015

Buffalohair: Visions From The Missions An Orphans Tale


Visions From The Missions, An Orphans Tale

Posted in America’s, Texas, US News. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 8, 2015 by Buffalohair

a1Recently I took my 88 year old mother, Romana, on a ‘Bucket List Journey’ after she recovered from kidney failure. Prior to her remarkable recovery she resigned herself to the fact she would never be able to travel ever again. The Scotsman (her husband) died while she was infirmed adding to her torment since they used to travel the world together. She wanted to see Texas one last time. So we packed our bags and headed to the Long Star State, Yee Haw.

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My mother and I visited friends and family through out Texas. Our hostess was the vivacious Madam Butterfly, my Burmese a5interpreter. We toured DFW and since it was Christmas we made our pilgrimage to the fabulous Gaylord Hotel & Resort, a Texas Tradition. This was her Bucket List Journey and I pulled all the stops. If you never experiences a Lone Star Christmas at the Gaylord, you are missing out on a fantastically entertaining time. Ms. Romana was all smiles while having the time of her life.
Of course we visited my friends within the political exile and refugee communities and was invited to a Christmas extravaganza at the Kachin Baptist Church by my Jinghpaw brother La Sang. You never go to a Jinghpaw gathering without eating some of their culinary fare and this was no exception. I was happily surprised to see my mum chowing down on all the traditional Kachin foods. Mom just loved her spicy ngapi and everything else she was served.
She was well received by my Jinghpaw brothers and sisters and was invited to participate in the Manau Dance at the end of the event. At first I was worried since she was still in recovery but off she went and danced along side the Jinghpaws like a boss. The ole gal blew me away since this ceremonial dance lasts as long as one of our gourd dances on the rez. For all intents and purposes the Manau Dance shared the same meaning as our round dance and my mom was honored to dance among the Jinghpaw.
a4We were also invited to a Buddhist Mon naming ceremony and my mom got a taste of Buddhist hospitality while she enjoyed this tradition. Dare I say the cuisine was traditional Mon and my mother loved every scrumptious bite. I was tempted to introduce her to the ‘King of Fruit’ the revered Durian but I did not want to push the envelope. I am a great fan of this wildly delicious fruit and every time I smell it, I can almost taste it and the velvety smooth pudding like interior that surrounds the Durian seeds, yum.
Our Bucket List Journey brought us to my dear friend Ashin Thila Nanda’s budding new Burmese Dhamma Center in Forta2 Worth. Again me mum was accepted with open and loving arms by my Bama friends. We ate and my mom got a chance to experience true ‘Loving Kindness’ these Buddhist had to share. It just got my heart as they hugged and welcomed her into their hallowed temple. My eyes teared up for some damn reason. Gawd, I hate that.
Knowing Ashin Thila Nanda’s struggle to survive insurmountable odds after the Saffron Revolution I was equally happy to see his holiness acquire and build his own temple to serve the Buddhist Burmese Community. It was really good to see an old friend once again and my mom and I were honored to accept his blessing. My mom was also smitten by the Buddhist community for they truly touched her heart.


a6We stopped in Austin to visit friends and had some excellent brisket, ribs and sausage at ‘Smokey Moe’s Bar B-Q’ in Round Rock and that was some of the best BBQ I had ever ate. But in Texas there are many excellent smoke houses with their own distinct and delicious flavors and secret sauces that just titillate the taste buds and olfactory . We visited their Parrish and visited the priests who prayed for my mom. The art work within this Parrish was nothing short of breath taking.


The next place of interest for Romana was San Antonio. I knew my mom and dad visited Missions all over the US and Mexico for years. So I made sure to add this to her agenda. I figured she visited them because she lived in a mission in her youth but it was much deeper than that, I soon discovered. What started out as a lighthearted and somewhat eclectic journey took an unexpected and eye opening turn.


Fact is, the San Antonio Mission Trail became a journey of deliverance and revelation for my mom came full circle with hera8 past and confronted the demons that haunted her for 81 years of her life. Though she was a US citizen she was remanded to an mission orphanage deep in Mexico back in the 1930’s, during the U.S.A.’s rush for the American Race as opposed to Germany’s Master race. Mental Defectives were being ushered into asylums while select minorities were being whisked away, out of sight and out of mind and my mom was caught up in the hysteria as a nation began to purify the American Genome.


As we toured the Missions of San Antonio my mom began to tell me stories I never heard her mention in all the years I knew her. She began by explaining that all the relics, ovens and artifacts that were on display at the missions here in Texas were still in use up to the day her brothers broke her out of the mission in the early 1940’s. She said the mission was still segregating fair skinned kids from the brown Indios and how the nuns would treat the non-natives with care and tenderness while giving them adequate food, uniforms and medical attention.


a10On the other hand, she and other ‘savages’ were forced to wear cloths for weeks without bathing. Food was a luxury item since the Indios were not fed with any regularity and what they did eat was stale, rotten and sometimes covered with maggots. At least the maggots were fresh and chock full of protein. The Indios were severely beaten if they stepped out of line by mentioning of being hungry, thirsty or cold. My mom told me that her and the other kids were starving to death and that many kids perished during her tenure as an orphan at the mission.


In light of what we know today were the ‘pretty kids’ being raised for other much darker purposes other than photo ops and paraded around for donations? After all pedophilia was a fetish of the bored aristocrat, ancient philosophers and G*Ds as history denoted throughout the ages. Ancient pictures, plates and other artifacts decorate the finest museums in the world and considered priceless by art aficionados. They probably have a collection of ‘Snuff Flicks’ to complement their onerous sexual forte.


The works of Marque De Sade was nothing more than a snapshot of a nobleman’s hidden passions and decadent desires. Read a few chapters of Marque’s book, ‘120 Day’s of Sodom or the School of Libertinism’ and make your own opinion, just don’t drop the soap. You think Elitist Libertines are filthy perverts now, you should see how their ancestors were back in the day for their perversions of the flesh involving children were epic.


My mom described starvation to me in a casual yet poignant manner, “We were very hungry but eventually the hunger pains went away, we stopped crying and was not hungry anymore. Some kids died but for the ones that lived, we were finally fed broth”. Apparently this was a culling event designed to thin the herd of those pesky Indians and mental defectives. Eugenics has taken many forms over the ages and ironically it was in the name of G*D or what was perceived as G*D by some very stupid people.


She told me the story of a young nun from France who could not bare watching the kids suffer and die, to the chagrin of her superiors. She gave my mom a blanket and told her to keep it hidden from the other nuns. She smuggled scraps of food to my mom and other starving and sick kids. Eventually the kind sister was removed or was returned to France, for the crime of kindness I imagine.


The Indian kids were simply slaves who worked around the mission till they died or was lucky enough to run away. The ones who were re-captured were beaten, possibly to death for they were never seen again after their rigorous punishments. My mom remembered in chilling detail how the little Indian kids would cry in shear pain and agony as the nuns beat them senseless for violating G*D’s law. Obviously their G*D was not the true architect of the universe, just a gutter snipe with shiny toys, a taste for math and condoned beating children soft and bloody.


They were unconscious but my mom was sure some died on the spot. Nuns gleefully boasted that a dead Indian child’s spirit was destined for purgatory or hell itself since the child was not properly baptized and died a heathen. Many native children were driven mad from the terror they endured while in this orphanage. The ‘sisters’ would take non native kids on tours of the native quarters and use this as an example of what could happen if they were bad and pissed off G*D. How far beyond stupid was that?


“We will put you with the Indians if you’re bad”, they would say according to my mum. She remembered the smell of ‘sweet soap’ and the sight of crisp pressed uniforms the non native kids wore during their tour of the native hell-hole for they lived and played out of sight of the dirty Indios, where the grass was cool and cookies were served or so it was rumored.


Romana was placed in a room with the insane kids for months at a time for flagrant violations of the nuns codes. She remembered the smell of feces, vomit and urine that covered the walls and how everyone was naked or in tattered cloths. One crime my mom recalled was the crime of ‘asking’. I queried what the crime of asking was and she said it was forbidden for her and other brownies to ask for food, blankets cloths or water because they were not G*D’s children. Native kids were considered impure beings and an eyesore in the Creator’s eyes. They were also considered inhuman.


a7Mum used to cook on an oven like the ones on display in the missions we toured. If she was caught tasting anything she was cooking she was beaten then tossed in the room with the insane kids. I stood in astonishment as my mom opened up on exactly on how these people of the cloth would abuse the boys and girls. Kids simply disappeared never to be seen again and she knew they were not adopted for they were ‘trouble makers’ who dared to lash out. Besides, people wanted the white kids not dirty brown Indians anyway. Fortunately my mom was to chicken to speak out or I would not be here.


My uncles told of how the mission had underground caverns and tunnels that were dug by natives for the priests and nuns. They lead to dark rooms or cells as well as to other buildings within the mission/orphanage complex. The part that really got my attention was that these passage ways were said to be lined with the skeletons of children from infants to teenagers that were posed as sentinels or guards with tiny shields, wooden swords and spears. My mom only heard of the tunnels and caverns but her older brothers saw them when they were runaways from the orphanage and desperate to find cover within the surrounding compound. My uncles also said the tunnels smelled of death and decomposing flesh.


As we toured I asked why my mom and pop visited all these missions over the years since they were full of bad memories of barbarism, torture and death. She said it was so she could pray for all the tortured souls who were buried outside of the mission walls for their broken bodies were not pure and not allowed in cemeteries. The sound of kids crying in agony echoed in her ears and haunted her soul for 81 years. By visiting these missions she could offer a prayer and help them on their journey or at least let them know they were not forgotten. My mom knew all to well she could have easily been one of those lost souls buried like trash in unmarked mass graves. Romana was conditioned at the orphanage and feared for her life if she ever told her stories but in December of 2014 she was no longer fearful of retribution and death if she ever mentioned a word of what transpired more than half a century ago.


In essence she overcame her fears and could finally face her past and tell the whole story of her epic journey that began when she was 7 years old when both of her parents died. She told me she was haunted by these memories all her life but now she was liberated and free from fear. When we went to the missions she felt it was time for me to hear the whole story before she died. Now her focus of concern was for the dead Indians who refused to be slaves and were murdered for disobeying G*D by the priests and nuns. When you think about it, these missions were early ‘sweatshops’, only difference is sweatshops pay real wages of around a dollar a day. Oh boy, does this fabulous wage include a 401K and healthcare?


She said that little had changed since the days Indians were beaten for not accepting the European G*D in the early 1940’s when she was finally rescued by her brothers and taken back to America. The only difference was the method of euthanization that was perpetrated against the natives. But then again we don’t know what happened in the catacombs beneath the house of G*D. But skeletons nailed to tunnel walls hinted of darker days in the past, don’t you think? Maybe it was just leftovers from their annual Halloween Haunted House and the bones were made of latex. Yeah, that’s it, oh silly me the eternal skeptic.


Now I had a complete picture of my mom’s life and why she married a Scotsman for their childhoods were scared by child abuse of every kind by people of the cloth. In my step-dad’s case it was the Church of England who had dominion over boarding schools. Their disdain for the Scots was equally barbaric writhe with abuses of every kind imaginable. And it was in the name of G*D.


Ole Norman my step-dad also told me of the gruesome and perverted Saxon head masters who systematically abused little boys. His stories of how he was savagely beaten with a cat of nine tails for no reason other than being a Scot still burns in my memory.


I was placed in foster care when my mom contracted TB. I was segregated from other kids and got beaten like a red headed step child. I had my taste of abuse as well. But for those who never lived in an orphanage or foster care, you have no idea what it’s like and maybe you should shut your opinionated and miss-informed pie hole before someone plants a fist in it for running your clueless mouth. Just remember, people who’ve survived abuses of any kind also suffer ‘Post Traumatic Stress Disorder’ and in some cases, ‘Anger Management Issues’ as well.


This is not about BAD religions homeboy/homegirl, it’s about people who hide behind religions, social status and positions of trust to perpetrate crimes against children. You know who you are and soon everyone will know what you are. And if you’re to lame to understand that, then you deserve the dental surgery a survivor will give you, for free.


Nothing gets my ire more than bonehead experts who never saw a day of foster care but have meaningless opinions, quote scriptures and have no clue what they are talking about. They can cause more harm than good if the truth was know. An inept PTSD counselor who dared to ‘test’ my reactions almost lost his life and I’m not kidding. Survivors of abuse can spot them the moment they open their big mouths to flatulate like politicians hunting the vote. Gads, my PTSDs are flaring up now.


As the spirit world interfaces more and more with our plain of existence during this era of absolute change the secrets of the Contemporary Elitist Libertines will be reveled for their false G*D has no dominion over the spirit world. It was said in many visions, “The people will know the truth when they hear it” and the Pandora’s Box of Truth is now wide open boys and girls and the show has only just begun.


We should all know by now that the real architect of the universe never condoned the abuse of children or anyone else for that matter.


Those were the words of the False G*D and Celestial Douche Bag, Mork.
 
  Bada Bing, Bada Bang, Bada Boom, capice paisan?


Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair

Friday, October 10, 2014

Buffalohair: Hitchhiking on the Spirit-World Super Highway


Hitchhiking on the Spirit-World Super Highway

Posted in Global News, Paranormal and Bump in the Night, Reflets Sombres with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2014 by Buffalohair


The spirit world is likened to a super highway with cars and trucks headed in every direction within the Great Mystery. Some drivers are good and some drivers are not so good. Those who’ve traversed the spirit-world already know there are many side roads and plenty of Bozo’s ready to miss-direct you on your journey. Should you take your Global Positioning System to the grave? Continue reading

Hitchhiking on the Spirit-World Super Highway



The spirit world is likened to a super highway with cars and trucks headed in every direction within the Great Mystery. Some drivers are good and some drivers are not so good. Those who’ve traversed the spirit-world already know there are many side roads and plenty of Bozo’s ready to miss-direct you on your journey. Should you take your Global Positioning System to the grave?

Unfortunately absolutely everything of material consequence is not allowed within the confines of the spirit world. Fame and Fortune on Earth are completely irrelevant within this plane of existence. If you did not make your spiritual connection on Earth you would be like a child in swaddling cloths whence you arrived on the other side. This is when followers of the Zionist False G*D ‘Mork’ will discover they are totally screwed because they will not like what is waiting for them. Even street people know the rules; ‘What comes around goes around and paybacks are a bitch homie’.

Observing life on Planet Stupid is like watching a train wreck in slow motion for visionaries around the world even though chaotic events may appear to be unrelated. On the bright side, things are about to get busy as man and his bogus G*D or Grand Deceiver competes with nature and the true Creator. It is darkly humorous because their G*D needs ‘stuff’ to pull off this grand deception on neophyte earthlings who think space ships are G*Dly. I want what they are smoking……………

Realizing that boneheads had already weaponized religions, long before the Grand Murderer Charlemagne killed for Christ in Europe, only proves we have lived the era of the proverbial Anti-Christ for several thousand years already. Killing in the name of G*D should have been a major red flag to the ancients but they were to ga ga over the glitzy flashing lights, like a deer caught in a spotlight. And basically, their time is up according to the sacred texts because the one world government has arrived, surprise! Fortunately this also marks the beginning of their ultimate demise. Living a lie has its consequences.

Rather than dissect the individual Earth Changes as they arise I prefer to look at the big picture since almost everything you read is a lie or gross misinterpretation of facts as far as the mainstream media is concerned. But do they have a choice? Nyet, for they are owned part and parcel by the very demagogues who are perpetrating crimes against humanity on every continent on the planet to the joy of investors and their bogus G*D Mork The Grand Deceiver. They have created ‘The Perfect Storm’ where corruption is condoned and treason is revered and rewarded, as prophesied.

Fortunately, ‘Man and Mork’ are sauntering down the road to their own demise as they fall into old ruts left by other fallen empires who’s kingdoms lay in ruins. Watching those whiz-bang shows where some lofty scientists claim G*Ds came from space ships is darkly humorous but just plain stupid and it’s an ingenious way to separate people from their true spirituality. In layman’s terms it’s all bovine excrement and anything else that belongs in a sewer.

Rather than disprove the alien interface, elitists chose to embrace their existence by placing Mork’s dim-bulb chums on a pedestal and subliminally implant the G*D seed in the minds of the TV viewers. For people with a true spiritual connection, visionaries and folks that know the difference between good and bad entities know it’s all ka ka. The real architect of the universe and the many dimensions of existence does not need a Frisbee, compass or wormholes to zip around creation plain and simple. Mechanical devices revel their mortality and co-dependency on ‘stuff’. Nutin G*Dly about that eh. Sadly the vast majority of the population will buy into this bogus G*D bullpucky, again as prophesied.

The elitists and their douche-bag G*D impostor’s ultimate weapon is fear. Pro Democracy icon *Daw Aung San Suu Kyi has always purported we must have freedom from fear. Fear is a tool used by evil to control those who have no concept of the paranormal or spirituality. Ghost use fear to control their earth-bound counter parts by playing on inherent fears within an individual’s subconscious and as we all should know, there are no secrets within the confines of the spirit-world,………hello, McFly!

We are like an open book to all that traverse the spirit-world super highway. Psychics, soothsayers and medicine people hitchhike this super highway all the time. So our fears are equally out in the open and you can bet your bottom dollar or food stamps that evil takes full advantage of this reality. It should be noted that there is a good way to traverse the spirit-world and there is a bad way to barge into the spirit-world. But every dogma and ideological principle has a protocol that assures us passage as well as protection. Only thing is, you can’t be a dickhead like Mork and his chums if you seek the truth.

The spirit-world super highway is a complicated place if you don’t take the necessary precaution your dogma teaches you. Within the spiritual path of my people it is an excepted rule that you don’t run your mouth about other people’s business whence you ‘see’ something in others. In other words, just because you can ‘see’ does not give you the authorization to flap your jaws about another person’s destiny. You may be hurting more than doing good. After all, we all must take our medicine eventually and interfering with destiny only delays the inevitable lessons we must learn, even if it’s the hard way. I know because I had to take my lumps the hard way.

There are exceptions to this rule but this would take an entire chapter of its own to explain and besides your dogma has this covered. One exception to the general rule would be if a familiar spirit within your dogma came to you with express desire for you to intervene for the sake of an individual. Of course you would have a protocol to follow within your dogma. But this would require a person to already have this spiritual connection for you would know the spirit to be from the light and not from Planet Stupid. My people call them guides and they are of the Creator, the same Creator all dogmas pointed to before they were weaponized and re routed to Mork’s hot-tub.

Well, stupid has come a long way since the time Religion was transformed into Derision by Mork’s crew of bonehead crown elitist scribes a few thousand years back. Guess ole Mork forgot to tell them that the buck stops at the on ramp of the spirit-world super highway. The vermin elite are partying high on the hog and on the bones of the innocent as if there was no tomorrow. Small wonder they are struggling to find the fountain of youth. Maybe they know the seeds they’ve sown will glean them less than nothing on the other side. How far beyond stupid is that eh?

If you don’t have a handle on your personal spirituality and know the difference between good and evil spirits you are screwed during this time of change. Whence you arrive at the spirit-world toll booth you had better be prepared to pay your toll because everything has a price and nobody rides for free on the spirit-world super highway.

Just remember, man’s attempt to rule the world along with all their false flag wars, diseases and land grabs will fall by the wayside in concerns as Ma Earth steps up to the plate and cleanses herself of all that causes her discomfort. And you had better believe the first on the list will be Mork and his hemorrhoid elite for they have become a ‘Royal’ pain in the ass.

Bada Bing Bada Bang Bada Boom, capice?

Your Devil’s Advocate
Buffalohair

*Freedom From Fear Speech by Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, Burma 1990
http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Burma/FreedomFromFearSpeech.html

Monday, October 6, 2014

Buffalohair: Eugenics / by Another Word

Eugenics, by Another Word

radiationGive Ebola a welcome round of applause boys and girls for she has made her dazzling debut in America. But Ebola has some very stiff competition to face both nationally and internationally. Monsanto is killing people every day in every continent on Planet Stupid with their toxic crops of death. Even corporations are killing thousands of people a year for their land and natural resources.

Dare we mention the wave of new and toxic drugs, fast-tracked by the FDA$ and of course, war. Here comes the Enterovirus D68 (EV-D68)……We live in perpetual nuclear fallout while ingesting a cornucopia of highly radioactive particles everyday. It’s a good thing Uncle Sam raised the acceptable levels of radiation in our food and drinking water, for about the zillionth time.

Normal or acceptable levels of radiation in today’s environment would have sent everyone to the shelters back in the middle of the last century. Since society is asleep at the wheel this reality has gone by the wayside as well. Granted it’s a stark reality but it’s also an inconvenient and unprofitable one.

Birth defects were not common place like it is today and not with such a wide variety to choose from either. Many new throat and upper GI diseases and cancers simply did not exist a few years back. Nuclear testing over the decades contaminated absolutely every facet of our existence from food, drink, and everything else we touch, smell and taste. Chernobyl and Fukushima sealed our radioactive fate for an eternity.

Contaminated nuclear material circulates the globe daily no matter how  much the nuclear industry and the media lies about it. For all intents and purposes we are living in a post nuclear war environment where the air itself is energized with highly enriched radioactive particles. And it does not matter which side of the political isle you reside, we eat, work and play in one common nuclear stew.

A little birdie once told me the nuclear industry was triangulating funds to support the elimination of coal and other fossil fuels. Make way for clean energy, only bug in the ointment is nuclear energy is a trillion time more toxic to the environment for it’s the gift that keeps on giving,… for at least 20,000 years. No one found a remedy for the toxic nuclear waste being produced but they will store this putrid stew for the next generation to worry about. How special……………. 

The road to ‘clean energy’ has many inevitable and un-addressed extremely toxic side roads. Nuclear and toxic waste are the womb of creation for modern-day cancers and mutations. Funny how cigarettes get major billing for cancer when smokes only account for a fraction of all cancers including lung cancer. At least this weaponized strain of Ebola is relatively swift in dispatching it’s selected victims.

Contamination of the drinking water, (fluoridation) and basic foodstuffs, (GMO) has condemned the public to years of medications, doctor visits and experimental drugs till death. Birth defects are yet another blessing brought on by this so-called modern age. Are globalists intentionally building a new workforce of cheap, skilled, – labor by creating an army of autistic people to fill positions once held by others?

The 64 dollar question is; ‘Will the new autistic workforce be paid equally, given minimum wage for performing the same task as others or ultimately indentured an enslaved.?’

On the bright side investors are reaping a handsome profit by capitalizing on sickness brought by the toxic stew the general pubic is served daily. Dialysis centers are flourishing and pharmaceutical profits are soaring. Sadly the largest individual investors in this humanitarian catastrophe reside within the legislative branch of government and on both sides of the isle. After all they are the 1%-investor/politicians.

Bon Appetit, for a ‘Crap Sandwich’ is the least of your concerns from these collusive policy makers because if they have their way this will only be an appetizer.

Now if you will excuse me, I will resume my extermination with  Zyklon Brisket served with Cesium Shallots & Fukushima Foam Fennel Tartar. To Drink, a quality vintage Cabernet Sauvignon, of course…………

Your Devil’s Advocate

Buffalohair

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