Imagine being monster curious, perhaps Jonathan Harker’s neighbor, wondering about the shadowy figure lurking about the property. Then, some eccentric phreniologist named Van Helsing knocks on your door and insists you accompany he and young Harker to the cemetery, to a certain tomb where the Queen’s most hallowed heroes lie in state. Not only does the fearless facial anatomy professor pry open the tomb, but insists you arm with a garden stake and crab mallet, ready to defile Benjamin Disraeli’s corpse under the pretext that it is in fact the lurker in the yard, some fallow, blood drinking fellow named Dracula!

Well, I love Banjo, a hero of mine. Yet, when I open an email from the man, I am struck with that Harker gazeebo mojo. The man is fearlessly, cryptically aware of the serpent’s trace gliding beneath our commonly clueless feet. Nero the Pict, in a recent text wrote: “Thanks for reminding me to continue to throw fiction into my reading rotation. Just finished King of Dogs the other day. Did Edwards meet Banjo and write a fiction story about him?”

That’s the impression Banjo makes, with his cool, calm presence, that he could be a new west hero like Greyson in King of Dogs. Most people want to know, upon meeting Banjo, if he has been cast in the role of a remake of the old David Carradine character in Kung Fu. So, here I go, tremulous, holding the mallet and the stake, conducted into the place where the devil waits for our soul to take…

[My replies to the statements below will be in brackets, which are meant to obscure my association with the hero enough so that I will not be immediately consumed by fire, ahem, without turning and running like the coward I am…]

This is a must watch.

The Museum of Tarot yt channel is top notch material, well researched and well presented.

In this he shows how Angleton, well he implies he was duped, by Gottlieb who was a double agent, "the best agent of isrаel." [Typo, the place-name quote should have read, Lilliput.] He doesn't mention it but Isrаel [Typo] has two memorials to Angleton which could just be a fuck you to him or he was also working with them. Gottlieb ran mk ultra and in the 70's burned all the info but more than likely took the material and gave it to our greatest ally. He had no repercussions and liked to fuck goats...allegedly.

[Wait, is this why they stared at goats for remote viewing?]

Angleton liked boys...allegedly. So between those two they got all the methods, materials and persons to isareal to create nuclear weapons. Also all the mind control methods that mk figured out went to izzy.

[Is this why he headlined that metal band, Black Sabbath?]

He notes that mk under Gottlieb had locations around the world stock full of all the drugs and devices used to create mind control. One location was in Japan and Lee Harvey was stationed there. I can't remember if Jolly West was there but someone like that was there and running Lee. JFK knowing about the nuclear stuff was to be eliminated. So whatever happened and Lee in a fugue state was found. He kicked it at some chick's place that was connected up with intel before that happened.

[Like Bruce Lee with the dim mak asprin?]

Rubenstein was a mob enforcer as you probably know and when he was in prison good ol Jolly West was his psychiatrist who fucked up his brain to make him seem insane for trial. It is stated by one of the people under Gottlieb that they also jabbed him with something that would create turbo cancer.

[I have many friends who got that jab a few years ago and our now painfully, going, going gone.]

The video is much more clear, than I am so check it out. Gottlieb's info probably went to Eppy as he did the same stuff and was probably involved in creating mind control people and definitely makes reference in his emails to having the trees that scopolamine is derived from.

Most greaterest ally in the whole wide world.

Banjo

Greaterest Bro, this makes my skin crawl and my spine drip like a clay tile roof deluged with comet juice. I suspect that the evil rulers of this planet have stolen us here for no other reason than to drink our woe, slurp our minds and gargle with our soul. I agree with you that this prison of the apes is our test, that most of us our doomed to suffer, be recycled, and recycled again. In this, our lack of memory is a mercy, showing the hand of Grace. Perhaps this is why most evangelists and believers frame our ultimate reward as simple rest, others praying for oblivion rather than a return to the madhouse prison. It has been more than a thousand years since men of our Ares trace have shared any notion of battle against evil after departing this brief sojurn as ascension-minded meat for the descension-hungry beast.

I am one who prays for oblivion, amnesia or battle. I cannot stomach the idea of leaving my fellows and loved ones as food for the grisly feast while I glide on ever-renewing clouds of paradise into a never-care infinity, somehow personally guarded by the central essence of Divinity. That seems the greatest grift, that a total upside gift has for its prize an absolution from ever facing another test; forever. I suspect The Deceiver has wound his tentacles well into our doctrines to achieve bright binding for those who are not lured to their doom with pitiful simpering.

How about the pry-bar rather than this stake?