"CONGRATULATIONS TO DONALD LEE HARDY, KNIGHT COMMANDER OF THE COURT OF HONOR" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

IN MEMORIAM Donald Lee Hardy b. November 4, 1944, d. December 28, 2010
Donald Lee Hardy, Knight Commander of the Court of Honor

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

In a special called Executive Session of The Supreme Council 33rd Degree, of the Ancient and Accepted Rite of Freemasonry, held in Washington, D.C., Donald Lee Hardy, our brother member of the Kagnew Guard Site, has been elected to the Rank & Decoration of Knight Commander of the Court of Honor.

Election to this milestone in one's Masonic career is a very significant honor. Less than one in two hundred Scottish Rite Masons are elected to receive this honor and wear the Distinctive Jewel and Red Cap of a Knight Commander of the Court of Honor.

Don's Investiture Ceremony is scheduled for Saturday Morning, October 20, 2007. This will be followed by an evening Traditional Red & White Banquet, in Don's honor.

No less a personage than P.G. "Pete" Normond, Jr. 33rd Degree, Chairman of the Advisory Conference, Valley of Houston, Ancient and Accepted Rite of Freemasonry, noted that everyone throughout all of Freemasonry is proud of Don Hardy.

I am certain that all of us who share membership with Don on the Kagnew Guard Site, also share Mr. Normond's sentiments and applaud Don's achievements and accomplishments in the World's Oldest Fraternal Order and wish him every continued success in an already very distinguished Masonic career.

"NON-VOLUNTARY EUTHANASIA" The Next Station Stop On The Death Train To Hell by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

[An ethical adviser to the British Medical Association has firmly backed non-voluntary euthanasia for patients who are too ill to ask for death. Professor Len Doyal, an emeritus professor of medical ethics and a member of the BMA's ethics committee, writes in the new Royal Society of Medicine journal Clinical Ethics that dignity in dying sometimes means that doctors should kill their patients.]

The 1973 U.S.A. legalization of Abortion was the first step on the Slippery Slope of the Solution to the Malthusian Problem of how to best implement "Herd Control."

"Death with Dignity" came next.

Now with a world population of 7.8 Billion and rising, we will soon witness the "Logan's Run" phenomenon, i.e., Non-Voluntary Euthanasia.

Pro-Life/Pro-Choice matters little now. We passed the "Point of No Return" when we first took Innocent Life under the guise of Constitutionality.

Can it get worse? You bet! Scream now, while you can, because when you see our "Final Destination," your Spirit will shatter like glass and the shards will be eternally frozen in a Horrific Fear no Mortal nor Immortal has ever experienced.

WELCOME TO THE FUTURE by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

ELOI (above) and MORLOCKS from "THE TIME MACHINE"

It has become increasingly more apparent that 19th Century London born science fiction author, H.G. Wells, author of The Time Machine, was a much more prophetic visionary than previously thought.

We have become a people symbolically divided into "Eloi" and "Morlocks."

One has only to watch any current TV Quiz Show, e.g., "Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader," "1 Versus 100," "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire," etc., to see how far the general population has "dumbed down" into laziness, ennui and apathy.

We are now a nation of automatons, blank playback machines that spout drivel, false original thought that has been programmed into us through repetitive messaging via the media. At the sound of the "Sirens," we morph into "Pavlovian Eloi" and mindlessly march toward the fate the "Morlocks" have prepared for us.

There is a pervasive miasma of Doom that has infected our very Will to Survive. Somehow we believe that it's all going to mercifully end in a "George Carlinesque Pyrotechnic Show of Complete Obliteration."

Unfortunately, the fate reserved for us is "not to end with a bang but a whimper."

DEFENSE OF MAN'S BEST FRIEND BY GEORGE GRAHAM VEST (1830-1904)

[PHOTO: Susie Q is a beautiful AKC registered Red female, long-haired Dachshund. Susie Q will be three years old March 12, 2008. She loves tennis balls and will worry you to death about going out to play ball with her.
Proud Owners: Jim and Sheila Watson,Georgetown, S.C.]


[PHOTO: Ranger, a Champion Male, 3 year old, Siberian Husky. Ranger loves the water and has his own swimming pool.
Proud Owners: Captain Daniel Burch Anton and Amber Nicole Anton, Columbus, Georgia]
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When it was revealed that Atlanta Falcons Quarterback Michael Vick was not only involved in the illegal and heinous sport of Dog Fighting, but that he killed the losing dogs by body slamming them, Dog Lovers everywhere were outraged, and rightfully so. When Michael Vick comes to trial in 2008, perhaps his prosecutor should take a page out of George Graham Vest's book when he addresses the Jury.

George Graham Vest (1830-1904) served as U.S. Senator from Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and became one of the leading orators and debaters of his time. This delightful speech is from an earlier period in his life when he practiced law in a small Missouri town. It was given in court while representing a man who sued another for the killing of his dog. During the trial, Vest ignored the testimony, but when his turn came to present a summation to the jury, he made the following speech and won the case.



Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.

If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.

George Graham Vest - c. 1855

"DEJA VU" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

November 12, 1977. Two weeks before my Trial in the Philadelphia Federal Courthouse was to begin, I experienced a dream that greatly disturbed me.

THE DREAM

I was in New York City, on the second floor of a building, located at the northeast corner of 43rd Street and Fifth Avenue, in the space that had previously been occupied by Radio Station WNEW.

I walked down a flight of stairs to the street below to the Deli.

Someone, for some unknown reason, handed me an umbrella just as two burly "cop-like" men moved toward me.

I opened the umbrella, grasped the handle, and found myself floating upwards, like Mary Poppins, away from what I sensed was a certain danger.

As quickly as the umbrella had lifted me to the safety of "beyond reach," it as slowly lowered me into the grasp of the "Fedora'd Faceless Wearers of XXL Trenchcoats."

"Let's go!" one of them said, "You're going to Candlewood!"

For days, because the dream was so vivid, I asked everyone I knew if they had ever heard of, or knew where "Candlewood" was. No one seemed to know, and as the days wore on, it began to fade from my consciousness because there were more immediate problems that demanded my attention.

November 29, 1977. The Trial in Philadelphia was over. I was given a maximum sentence of 65 years in Federal Prison.

As soon as the words of the sentence had been pronounced, I walked over to embrace and kiss Anna who had been in the Courtroom every day of the Trial. I was then led away to begin serving my sentence immediately.

I knew, at that moment, why it was that I had spent that year in the Kagnew Stockade twenty years earlier. It was to strengthen me and to prepare me for this time.

My sole possession, which I was allowed to retain, was my Lockman Foundation New American Standard, Leather Bound, Thumb-Indexed Bible.

Imprinted on the cover, in Gold Lettering, is the enigmatic name "THEOPHILUS;" someone who was unknown to the people of the time that Luke wrote his eponymous Gospel and The Acts of the Apostles.

After several weeks of Odyssey through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, shackled and chained hand and foot, on bus rides that went nowhere, caged with murderers, rapists, drug dealers, and addicts, I was brought to the Metropolitan Correctional Facility in New York City.

Several more weeks later, I was chained and shackled again and, once more, "Put on the Bus." After several hours ride, I saw signs that read "Welcome to Connecticut."

Soon, thereafter, the bus slowed down as it approached the large imposing facility that was Danbury Federal Prison.

The Prison Guard assigned to the bus stood up and turned to face and address his seated, shackled prisoners.

He began to look and sound, for all the world, like a Beverly Hills Tour Bus Guide, before a "Captive Audience," enthusiastically naming all the Celebrity Inmates with whom we would be sharing company: G. Gordon Liddy of Watergate fame, George Hurst, inventor of the Hurst Shifter, Sonny Wortzik, the Bank Robber played by Al Pacino in "Dog Day Afternoon," among others.

As the bus was about to enter the private road that led to the prison, I glanced to the right and saw a large sign, upon which were written the words:

"WELCOME TO CANDLEWOOD ESTATES"

"OCTOBER 4, 1957" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

Me, Rt., AGE 20, GHINDA OUTPOST, ERITREA, SEPTEMBER 1957


GUARDHOUSE, KAGNEW STATION, ASMARA, ERITREA

[NOTE: The purpose of writing this story is not to portray a "Poor Me!" "Look what they did to me!" rant. I wouldn't change one iota of my life if I were offered to be able to do so. In the 84 plus years that have been given me, my life has been filled with every adventure and excitement imaginable. My Lord God has been with me every step of the way, guiding me, protecting me, and strengthening me in every way. Without this experience and the dozens of others with which He has blessed me, how could I have ever known who I was, and why, in spite of all my past sins, He loves me still.]

The world changed sixty-four years ago.

October 4, 1957, is the day the Soviet Union successfully launched Sputnik I, the world's first artificial satellite. It marked the beginning of the Space Age.

How is it that October 4, 1957, is so indelibly etched in my mind? It's because it marks another event that initiated a dramatic change in my life that would remain with me forever. It's the date I began serving time as the first Prisoner of the newly constructed Kagnew Station Guard House shown in the photo.

I was 20 years old, with only a handful of days left after a 30 Month Tour of Duty at Radio Marina, Kagnew Station, Asmara, Eritrea, Ethiopia, and had just been convicted by a Special Court-Martial and sentenced to 6 Months at Hard Labor for whatever legal terms are used to describe being in a fight in the downtown streets that bordered the "Bosh" of the city.

There were only two of us who went to town that fateful night, celebrating the waning days of a tour that had seemed to last forever. We were the last of the mid-'50's era Guards who, until we first arrived at FS 8604 DU, had absolutely no idea that we would be cast in the role of Military Police Officers. We were Warriors costumed as Enforcers.

Everyone else of our kind and time was gone now in mid-1957. We were dinosaurs. I remember how we used to laugh that the "Army" had come to Asmara and found us stranded there.

Army Rules and Regulations, and enforcement of the Uniform Code of Military Justice had also arrived.

What we of Radio Marina called C.I.A.A.O., was now the new Kagnew Station. MOS Military Police Officers had replaced Infantry MOS Guards. There were barracks now, instead of shacks. They even had a school for dependent children complete with a School Bus and a School Bus Guard. After two and a half years of working the Main Gate, I was that School Bus Guard.

The French have a word, "Bouleversement," which means a complete reversal from the way things were. The New Kagnew Station of 1957 was "Bouleversement" made manifest.

The days of the Post Commander, a Signal Corps Colonel, in exile for screwing up at his last Post, Ft. Monmouth, NJ; drunkenly lying on the grass below the Three Towers with his Austrian mistress who worked at the PX; shooting out the lights with a Thompson Submachine Gun; then sending House Boys up the Towers to replace the lights so they could be shot out again; Guards and Operations guys sneaking Kathy, Asmara's "Nymphomaniac du Jour," into the Barracks; Junior Officers playing "Grab Bag" car keys at the Officers Club and racing out the back gate of Tract A with a "Brown Bagger" prize not their own; and hundreds of other insane behaviors that would rival the best of the comedic episodes of the MASH TV series, had come to an apparent end.

Though I wasn't the one who started the fight that night, such as it was; I was there, and easily identified as "the one who speaks Tigrinya," because I was the only American fluent in the language.

In almost an instant, what began as a late-night knocking on the door of a local bordello, near the "Bosh," turned into the two of us being surrounded by dozens of "Ethies."

Outnumbered, and after getting whacked a few times by those olive wood clubs the "Ethies" carried, while getting in very few punches of our own, we ran like Hell to escape to a nearby local restaurant. We entered, sat down, and ordered Calamari as calmly as though we were at our destination and not our refuge.

We recognized another familiar face in the restaurant. He was a slightly intoxicated Major from the Post who was a frequent "downtowner" for whatever "sins" Asmaran nightlife had to offer.

We quickly engaged him in conversation so that he would think we had been at the restaurant for longer than we actually were. He didn't know it then, but he was to be our alibi for not being at the trouble scene.

Of course, no alibi, no matter how air-tight, could substantiate a miracle of bi-location. I was the only American who could speak Tigrinya and could not possibly be in two places at once.

The next morning was "Gotcha" time. We were arrested and charged for something that would have been laughable only a few months earlier. No Guard ever arrested another Guard for the very things they were doing themselves.

But We Were In The Army Now!

For whatever reason, the two of us were Court-Martialed separately for this same incident. Though we both shared the identical birthday, March 28, 1937, thus of the exact same age, he was allowed to not serve time "because of his extreme youth" and permitted to go home. I was sentenced to 6 Months at Hard Labor. Another sentence to 6 Months at Hard Labor was soon to follow.

I remember the sound the cell door made closing after me that October 4, 1957, as I walked two paces ahead to the barred rectangle that framed the freedom I could see, but not touch.

I looked up into the night sky through the bars on the cell window, straining to see if I could catch a glimpse of reflected light from, what was then, man's greatest scientific achievement, the Space Launch of Sputnik I.

Under normal circumstances, I might have been excited that modern man had made such a giant leap forward.

But "looking" was just something perfunctory to do to distract my awareness from the sickening reality that overwhelmed my senses.

What was to become of me?

So many thoughts flooded my mind.

How could I explain this to my family who hadn't seen me in more than two and a half years and were expecting me home "any day now"?

What would the kids from the school bus think, when they saw their Guard as a prisoner?

At 20 years of age, my life seemed to be over before it had barely begun.

"Pope John Paul I, Exiled to Anonymity" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

TOMB OF ALBINO LUCIANI, POPE JOHN PAUL I

Twenty-nine years ago, today, the body of Albino Luciani, John Paul I, our last Italian Pope in 455 years of unbroken succession, was found dead of mysterious causes, in his quarters. This incident has been ignored and swept under the rug so effectively, that he has become "Our Forgotten Pope." After coming across this information in italics below, I resurrected the two posts which follow this one. Please read both.

"The Catholic Church elects a "god" periodically which it calls the Pope. The last Pope was John Paul II. When John Paul was a young man, he worked for a chemical company. He was the salesman who sold the cyanide to Hitler for the gas chambers. [For documentation please Google "Behold A Pale Horse" by William Cooper]. Now we step ahead to Pope Benedict. He is not just someone who helped the Nazis - he is a for real Nazi. He joined the Hitler Youth at age 14 or so as reported by the national news. Of course, both of these "good men" were duly elected as "gods" and now they want to hurry up and make John Paul a "saint".
By what stretch of the imagination do we conclude that there is anything remotely spiritual or "godly" about a guy who sold Hitler his poison gas chemicals or his Nazi successor from the Hitler Youth group."

Lucien Gregoire's "MURDER IN THE VATICAN"

By Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

Why did Albino Luciani, Pope John Paul I, become the first pope to take two names; and, why was he the first to call himself "The First" when it was not clear that there would ever be a "Second?"

Like the Cheshire Cat of "Alice in Wonderland," John Paul I has faded away until only the shadow of his smile remains; soon that will be gone as well. Indeed, he is regarded as a 33 day apparition from the realm of "Anonymity" and to that "Anonymity" he has returned.

In time, after John Paul II is to be known as "The Great," obviating the need for the "II" appendage, Luciani may well become classified as a "Non-Existent Pope" in much the way that Pope John XX never existed; an interregnum placeholder, as it were. The very appellation, "John Paul I," implies that there is a "John Paul II." Perhaps this self enumeration by Luciani was not as innocuous as it appears. It may very well have provided the quantum means for the future position of "John Paul II" to negentropically "pull" its antecedent into its proximity, thereby, effecting annihilation of the apparent predecessor. As far-fetched as that idea seems, I would refer the reader to Jerry Davidson Wheatley's brilliant dissertation on this class of possibility in his "The Nature of Consciousness : The Structure of Reality.

After 455 years of having Italian popes lead the Catholic Church, a Polish cardinal ascended to the Papacy [and now a German]. This was a truly big break in the 455 year tradition of Italian leadership in the Catholic Church. What brought about this remarkable change? Like most, before reading Murder In The Vatican: The Revolutionary Life Of John Paul And The CIA, Opus Dei And The 1978 Murders by Lucien Gregoire, I knew little or nothing about Albino Luciani aside from his sobriquet, "The Smiling Pope," that he was the successor to Pope Paul VI, and may have been murdered after only 33 days in office.

Lucien Gregoire, in part two of his book, exhausts almost every possible etiology as to how and why Albino Luciani is no longer among the living and offers a large cast of characters who may be culpable of murder, including: Clerics, Masons, and Mafia. Before buying this book, I read all the reviews on Amazon.com. There seems to be a lot of nitpicking contextual criticism for the first edition re: spellings, grammar, syntax, photo quality, front cover, etc., but not about substance. This is unfortunate because it may adversely affect decisions of those considering buying and reading one of the truly important books of our time.

I have found the current edition to be excellently presented. Indeed, as a 44 year member of Phi Alpha Theta, the National Honor Society for History, it is my considered opinion that because time is the author of all truth, this book will be regarded by future historians as valuable primary source material to help unravel the stumbling blocks of obfuscation and enigma that may have been intentionally placed in the path of seekers of the truth.

Be that as it may, Lucien Gregoire has truly captured the beautiful, selfless spiritual essence of what it was that appeared to define this man. His biography, the only one that exists, as far as I know, reminded me of Marc Anthony's eulogy for Julius Caesar apprising the citizenry of what and who it was that was actually taken from them. Throughout my entire reading of this book, these lyrics and music of "Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)" played over and over again in my mind:

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn on a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Vincent (Starry Starry Night) - Don McLean

OBSERVED BI-LOCATION OF POPE JOHN PAUL I, SEPTEMBER 28, 1978, IN NEW YORK CITY, AT THE TIME OF HIS DEATH IN THE VATICAN

"A certain smile, a certain face, can lead an unsuspecting heart on a merry chase"

by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"


New York City, September 28, 1978. It was early evening and bone-chilling cold. I was on 5th Avenue, directly across the street from St. Patrick’s Cathedral, before the statue of Atlas, buying a selection of those pen and ink drawings of New York scenes. Looking to my left, I noticed a man wearing glasses, who seemed vaguely familiar to me, though from where, I was not certain.

He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, which disconcerted me because it was such an unusually chilly evening. He was looking at me with a paternalistic, loving smile that confused me somewhat. I couldn’t understand why someone would be out in this cold air with no jacket and why in the world was he smiling at me in that manner?

I remarked to the vendor, “Look at that guy over there with no coat on. He must be freezing.” (Though there was no indication that he was affected by the cold.) “I don’t see anything,” the vendor replied. “There! Right there! Don’t you see him?” I shouted. “I have to get him something warm to wear.”

Looking again, he was gone; I assumed that he had disappeared into the crowd. The following day, September 29, I realized who that man was. 

He was Albino Luciani, “The White Light,” Pope John Paul I, our last Italian Pope. The airwaves were full of reports that he had died in his Vatican bedroom at around the same time that I saw him in New York City.

How could he be in two places at the same time? What did all this mean? In 1984, David Yallop published “In God’s Name: An Investigation into the Murder of Pope John Paul I.” 

The muddy waters were becoming more clear to me. It was the Archdiocese of Chicago that sabotaged The National Interfaith Pro-life Crusade of 1976 and John Paul I was going to replace Cardinal John Cody. The Vatican Bank was under investigation and administrative changes were going to be made everywhere within the Church.

"The Origin of Myth, Legend, and Religion" through Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

"How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning,"
Isaiah 14:12


 “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.” -Ephesians 6:12

"We are part of a symbiotic relationship with something which disguises itself as an extra-terrestrial invasion so as not to alarm us." - Terence McKenna  

Approximately 3,500 years ago, about the time of the Catastrophe described in the Book of Exodus, a gigantic Comet was ejected from the planet Jupiter. It grazed several planets, including Mars and Earth, before settling in as the Second Planet from the Sun.

Today, we refer to this mysterious planet as Venus, the Morning Star. If viewed from above the Sun's north pole, all of the planets are orbiting in a counter-clockwise direction; but while most planets also rotate counter-clockwise, Venus rotates clockwise in "retrograde" rotation. This may be because of the "8 Ball Kinetic Energy Transference Effect."

As a result of these Worlds in Collision, the Spiritual Beings of Venus fell to Earth and took up symbiotic residence in the animal life indigenous to this planet. Members of Secret Societies use the cryptic term, "The Great Assembly" to refer to this relationship.

THE ETHIOPIAN BOOK OF ENOCH is the scripture that terms this occurrence as the time of the Fallen Angels. It is also described in the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad and in Isaiah 14:12-15, "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning star!"

I experienced this Fall.

Symbiotic, by the way, is an innocuous euphemism for Parasite. Carlos Castaneda, the anthropologist who recorded the Tales of Don Juan in a series of esoteric books, revealed that these Beings feed upon our energy in his last book, "The Active Side of Infinity," just as we feed on food, and make us believe that their minds are our minds. The Ancient Shamans of Mexico called these parasites "Inorganic Beings."

The arrival of these parasites signaled the advent of the Bicameral Mind (two halves of the brain) as described by Julian Jaynes, the late celebrated Princeton psychologist, with whom I corresponded frequently. Before the Anterior Commissure of the Brain was breached, i.e., before THE ORIGIN OF CONSCIOUSNESS IN THE BREAKDOWN OF THE BICAMERAL MIND , the Inorganic Beings commanded their "Chariots," i.e., the bodies of the Humans, as "Gods." This is quite similar to what we term the auditory hallucinations of schizophrenia.

Once the Anterior Commissure (the bridge between both hemispheres of the brain) was breached, however, the Inorganic Beings assumed total Cerebral Cortex control and through the phenomenon of congruency, i.e., "Yoga," Union of the Body and Mind (Spirit), was effected in a Perfectly Integrated Structure-Function Relationship. In essence, the Body was subject to the Spirit, the Alien, which I shall, hereinafter, refer to as Mind.

There would be no return for the Aliens to the abode from whence they came. They had to make the best of the hand they were dealt.

Numbers 15:15 of the Bible states: "As for the Assembly, there shall be for both you and the resident alien a single statute, a perpetual statute throughout your generations; you and the alien shall be alike before the LORD."

In other words, " DUO SUNT IN HOMINE;" There are two men in man.

The Book of Job is the oldest book in the Bible. It is the first mention of the Lord visiting the "Sons of God." Job 1:6: "Now there was a day when the Sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan came also among them."

Satan was one who resisted being inhabited/controlled by an Alien. His name, in fact, means "Resistor." Sensing that Satan was not like the others, "the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou?" Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.

Why would an All-Knowing God have to ask the question, "Whence comest thou?"

The meaning of this is that Satan evolved on Earth. He was a Son of Man, not a Son of God. He was the King of the Beasts whose rightful place in the natural order of things was usurped by these Aliens, Inorganic Beings, Spirits, Parasites, Minds.

Throughout the ages, the King of the Beasts and his Descendants have vainly attempted to convince their "Subjects" to cast off their fetters and eliminate the error that was created in the Natural Order of Things through the appearance of these Outsiders.

Psalm 2 mocks the pitiful attempts of this movement to reclaim what rightfully belongs to man:

1 "Why are the nations in an uproar
And the peoples devising a vain thing?
2 The kings of the earth take their stand
And the rulers take counsel together
(Against the LORD and against His [Anointed, saying,
3 "Let us tear their fetters apart
And cast away their cords from us!"


When the Inorganic Beings attempted to establish their own Kingdom on Earth and rebelled against their Lord, they instituted every imaginable evil now known to man. Lucifer, Semjaza, though one of the "Fallen Angels," could not turn against his Father, the Lord, because they were, and are, One. This is God's Fail-Safe Mechanism.

Seeking refuge from the Others, Lucifer conjoined with Satan, the King of the Beasts, the Son of Man, and repented of his participation in the Rebellion and tried to convince the Others to do the same.

Knowing that a day of reckoning was going to befall them because the Prodigal Son, the Lost Sheep, was found, and there would no longer be a Scapegoat to be held accountable for the transgressions of the Others, Lucifer was continuously sought out and his Host, the Son of Man, the King of the Beasts," put to death.

The last recorded instance of The King of Beasts, the Son of Man, was more than 2,000 years ago when he revealed himself in the Temple by declaring, "The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, Because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to captives and freedom to prisoners."

Although the Son of Man, the King of the Beasts, pleaded that "the Father seeks Compassion and not Sacrifice," they killed him anyway, using his own subjects as instruments of his death.

An entire religion, contrary to common sense, was created under the Blasphemy that "God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten Son that we may have eternal life."

Any fathers out there that want to kill their sons for the benefit of the rest of us?

Because the Inorganic Beings began to exercise "Herd Control" under the subterfuge of "Legalized Abortion," killing off the subjects of The King of the Beasts, The King of the Beasts joined forces with Lucifer to trick the Others into a False Judgment, thereby effecting a sentence of Eternal Damnation for their mistake.

"Where is Golgotha?" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

"and he went out, bearing his own cross, to the place called the place of a skull, which in Aramaic is called Golgotha." (John 19:17)

Because we have been taught that Christ was crucified in Golgotha or Calvary, which means "The Place of the Skull," there has been a search, throughout the Age of Christendom, for the exact location of this site. Perhaps we've been looking at too close a distance to truly understand where it is. The truth may be hidden in plain sight. A fly looking for the Mona Lisa would be in much the same predicament if it were landed on the nose of the portrait's visage. Consider this excerpt from The Book of Revelation: 

"and their dead bodies will lie in the street of the great city which is allegorically called Sodom and Egypt, where their Lord was crucified." (Revelation 11:8)

What? Christ crucified in Egypt? But we have always heard that it was in Jerusalem. If the Bible is The Word of God and Scripture cannot be broken, how can this be?

Here is one possible answer that satisfies the mystery. "Egypt" means the Dark World or Black Land and this refers to the entire known world of its time. In that sense, Christ would have been crucified on the Planet Earth. But where on Planet Earth? Looking down on Earth from Space, there is a place that looks very much like a Skull. We call it the continent of Africa.

Christ was crucified in the Geographic Frontal Lobe.

"IS TIME SPEEDING UP?" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

 Milky Way’s black hole, Sagittarius A* (Sgr A*; the asterisk is pronounced as “star”)

Gigantic Black Hole At the Center of Our Milky Way Galaxy
"Due to the extreme gravitational forces near a black hole, the rotation causes spacetime to become highly curved and twisted, forming what is known as the ergosphere."

Where did the time go? It seems like Time is flying by before we know it. But does it only seem like Time is flying by, or is it really flying by? Is the coalescing "Singularity" being Dragged back to its Prison in the Newly Discovered Gigantic Black Hole at the Center of our Milky Way Galaxy?

By the way, we are that Singularity, All One, but Fractionalized.

Is the Milky Way a Spiral because Components of the Galaxy are going down the Drain, increasing speed on the highway of the decreasing radius? Is retrospection giving the Illusion of an Expanding Universe because the Relative Distance between the Observer and the Observed is linearly increasing? (Like the illusion of wagon wheels going backward in old Western movies.)

The Milky Way is being consumed by the Voracious Appetite of the Black Hole? Are we actually in some kind of Loop where the Beginning and the End are One in an Oscillating Universe?

SEPTEMBER 2001 DIARY by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

SEPTEMBER 2001 DIARY
by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

Monday, September 10, 2001

Just another meaningless day;
To hate the unconscious who get in my way.
Cans without labels, inconspicuous on the shelf;
Indistinguishable from another, no revealing of self.
Perfunctory greetings not amounting to much;
Just nods, clichés, false smiles, and such.
Don’t want to know you or be your friend;
Got my own matters I need to attend.
Colorless lives withdrawn in the gray;
Nothing to look forward to, nothing to say.
Sleep, TV, eat, drive, work, drive, eat, TV, sleep;
Mad palindrome existence concocted in the Deep.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

Much like every day before;
Except for the office excitement as I opened up the door.
The “comings” and “goings” of the workaday machine,
Seemed somehow out of sync with the palindrome routine.
The “Zombies of the Office”, the “Being-There Blind Guides,”
Were magically enlivened just four days before the Ides.
All gazed transfixed hypnotically upon the TV screen,
Surrealistic time suspended by the horror that was seen.
The oubliettes of the minds we live in, our own protective shells,
No longer seemed safe havens but rather, personal Stygian Hells.
As the Grand Guignol played before us, we began to look around;
To seek comfort from those about us, kindred spirits newly found.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001

Now comes the time to reflect and pray;
Because yesterday’s tomorrow has now become today.
Boaz and Jachin’s thousands were scripted in the plan to die;
Now the millions of us remaining ask the eternal question, “Why?”
The answers that we seek are written upon our souls;
The price of Liberty and Freedom comes not without its tolls.
We danced the dance of hatred, racism, prejudice, and greed;
On the Eleventh, the bill came due to pay the Piper for his deed.
The blood of sacrificed martyrs is the payment he requires,
So we may drink of his Nepenthe and pander to our desires.
The Wise Son of David told us long before this had begun,
Nothing under the Sun is new which has not already been done.

ALTERED PERCEPTION "DEATH" EXPERIENCE" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

"There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and why it is here it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another that states that this has already happened." – Douglas Adams

And it has!


August 1973. Two years after a career-ending divorce, which cost me my wife and family, my home, automobiles, savings, investments, servants, social status, etc., I foolishly married, for the second time, for all the wrong reasons, to a schoolteacher, a member of a prominent, affluent political family.

Relocating to a South Jersey suburb of Philadelphia, I stumbled upon a commission-only School Enrollment sales job where I was able to earn several thousand dollars per week when several thousand dollars per week really meant something. After only one month on the job, I was appointed Director of Admissions of the Franklin School of Science and Arts of Philadelphia, a Medical-Technical School that was a Division of the publishing company of Holt, Rinehart and Winston, a then wholly-owned subsidiary of CBS.

Blinded by my new prosperity, I bought a new car, new wardrobe, ate at only the best restaurants, and feeling a sense of familial responsibility, took out a Million Dollar Insurance Policy on my life; the beneficiary of which was my new bride.

One evening, late in July, I returned home from work and was greeted by my schoolteacher wife.

“Jimmy dropped by and left us a present,” she said. She was referring to one of her High School students, her lover as it turns out, and the “present” was a bit of cocaine which was, then, rapidly becoming the recreational drug du jour.

“I already did it before you got home, but I saved you some in the tinfoil on the shelf.”

Never having done cocaine, I was hesitant to try it because I was not sure of the effects. After reassurances that “It’s nothing; everybody does it,” I snorted what I thought was cocaine up my nose.

I WAS POISONED!

At first, I thought, “What the heck is this? This is nothing!” But I soon began to feel very strange, as though I were dying. Though I wasn’t losing my consciousness, I was frightened and kept repeating over and over again, “What’s happening?”

Suddenly, all about me, all that I perceived as Reality, dissolved into a Tabula Rasa, a blank nothingness, Objectless Samadhi (nirvikalpa-samadhi).

It was as if I were first standing, encircled, in the midst of an illusory curtain of objected matter that blinded me, blocked my view, to whatever was behind it. When the Curtain, the “Veil of the Temple,” was rent, there was Nothing behind it!

I am not entirely sure that I did not die that day, nor if I have slid into another dimension, a Parallel Universe, other than the one I had occupied before this one.

The World changed quickly after this Death Experience. It was the same World, but Different.

One day, soon after, the Jews cut up their Gas Credit Cards because the oil companies were supporting the Arab Oil Producers against Israel. Almost immediately long gas lines were formed. Chaos was entering, disturbing the Equilibrium. People whose names I did not recognize were prominent in this Dimension, e.g., Gerald Ford, among other adoptees, who appeared to exist but could not be documented with certainty.

Books were beginning to contain information that was not there before the Experience. I was stumbling across, perhaps bringing into Existence, so many texts, in such a way as to defy coincidence; a posteriori documentation of my a priori experience. They were exactly describing my Experience. It was as if I had assumed the consciousness of All and upset the Universal Balance, a new element added to an already full complement; the straw that broke the camel's back.

Most of my Blog, particularly the September 2006 Archive, is dedicated to my efforts to finding others like myself. I believe I have found two others.

Scientists Find Evidence of a Parallel Universe

NATURAL SELECTION AT WORK by Steve Savage

NATURAL SELECTION AT WORK
by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

Looks like Mother Nature is taking care of the problem of overpopulation posited by Thomas Malthus in 1798, in what's now termed the "Malthusian Catastrophe." That is, Food Supplies are growing arithmetically while populations increase exponentially.

"Food," of course, can be construed to include all limited natural resources: oil, gas, water, etc. Note the mad scramble to stake claims to the Arctic: Russia planting titanium flags on the sea bottom; Denmark resurrecting pseudo-geographical claims to Greenland; Canada building two new military bases in the Arctic, etc.

"Doctor" Nature has embarked on a worldwide inoculation program of Her Biosphere employing billions of insects. While it is a "Given" that, in the etiology of things, mosquitoes are the source for spreading the Deadly West Nile Virus and Zika Virus, great care has been exercised in restraining the declaration that the Corona Virus can be spread in like manner.

The good news is that there are members of Humanity who are immune to these diseases just in case Science cannot find a cure. So, in that regard, Mankind will continue.

In 1851 Herbert Spencer gave us the oft-quoted metaphor "Survival of the Fittest" to describe this phenomenon; though scientists prefer "Natural Selection." Meantime, if you're not one of those to whom "Doctor" Nature has given the "Antidote," use DEET, AVOID THE OUTDOORS DURING EVENING HOURS WHEN MOSQUITOES ARE MOST ACTIVE, WEAR LOOSE FITTING CLOTHING. There is also the "word of mouth" repellent discovered years ago called SKIN SO SOFT by AVON.

THE CHURCH OF OUR FATHERS by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

October 16, 1976, the day after securing a license as a Credentialed Minister in order to satisfy the legal requirements of the United States Government, “rendering unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s,” so to speak, I secularly founded The Church of Our Fathers in Tarzana, California, and took the ordination name of “Steve Savage,” the etymological meaning of which is, “King of the Beasts,” the Host of Theophilus* who is no longer here.

Today, the Church consists of one formal remaining member – me! I am the Church. The Church was, and is, non-sectarian, non-denominational; non-judgmental, embracing all human genders and orientations, races, colors, creeds, beliefs and faiths, whose basic tenet is “Do No Harm!”

The Scriptures adopted by me for the Church are: GOSPEL OF THOMAS, The Bill of Rights of The Constitution of the United States of America, and The Declaration of Independence.

I took a Vow of Poverty; to own nothing of this world, hence, "personanonxista", and to defend, protect and serve those of the flesh, who are unable to resist, defend, or speak for themselves. I have failed in that Duty, but not in the one which followed!

I also vowed Obedience; that is, Obedience to The Two Great Commandments: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.” And the second that is like it, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

During my Federal incarceration for committing the crime of leading the 1976 National Interfaith Pro-Life Crusade to save the lives of the unborn, I undertook the daunting task of reading every word of my very own, beautifully leather-bound, Revised Standard Bible, imprinted with my spiritual name, "Theophilus."
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*Luke, writing to me across the centuries of time wrote: "INASMUCH as many have undertaken to compile an account of the things accomplished among us, just as those who from the beginning were eyewitnesses and servants of the Word have handed them down to us, it seemed fitting for me as well, having investigated everything carefully from the beginning to write it out for you in consecutive order, most Excellent Theophilus; so that you might know the exact truth about the things you have been taught."

TERROR ATTACK OR BIGGEST BANK HEIST IN HISTORY ?" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

[A King's Ransom in Precious Metals Seems to have Disappeared. The photo above shows A Treasure in Silver and Gold, stored in a WTC vault of two levels of 3,000 square feet each. Where did this go? There are rumors that $160 billion in gold bullion was stored under the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. Yet the only published articles about recovered gold mention only around $200 million worth of gold. All of the reports of recovered precious metals appear to refer to a removal operation conducted in late October of 2001. On November 1, 2001, Mayor Rudolph Giuliani announced that "more than $230 million" worth of gold and silver bars that had been stored in a bomb-proof vault had been recovered. There have been no other reports of other caches being found. However, Comex was reported to have at least $950 million worth of gold stored in its vault under the Center, and the fate of that haul remains unknown. On November 2, 2001, Giuliani issued orders that Firefighter Volunteers could no longer have access to the World Trade Center rubble to look for their 343 missing comrades and that photos were no longer allowed to be taken.]
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SCAVENGER HUNT
by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

Don’t take your cameras to Ground Zero! They will not be returned!
Unauthorized Photos of the workers there are to be confiscated and burned.
You are not allowed to see them smirk or witness their obvious glee;
Because the Emergency Rescue Workers are not Volunteers you see.
They are actually Paid Rubble Removers that are working a 12 hour day;
When the TV cameras record them they remove their hats and pray.
They pretend to give a minute of silence while trying like Hell not to laugh;
Because that minute of silence cost each of us a buck and a half.
The poor slobs from the local Deli’s have been donating sandwiches we hear;
“Hey! When you bring that Pastrami Sandwich could you also bring me a beer?”
There are true Volunteers from everywhere unconcerned about working for pay;
But the Paid Rubble Removers are united to stand in their way.
“No more volunteers necessary!” “Right now we have more than we need!”
Are they really that noble and caring or just safeguarding their greed?
Is there something beneath all that rubble, something valuable in all that debris?
Don’t you want to know what they are hiding, what they do not want us to see?
A one-time report told of treasure, vaulted safely beneath the ground;
Imagine the Tons of Gold and Silver just waiting to be found.
Don’t be fooled by these False Rescue Workers! Not one there is a Hero!
The Heroes are those who charged the stairs, now buried at Ground Zero.
So if it’s donating funds you want to do to support these guys on the Front,
Take a second look and ask yourself: “Is this really a Scavenger Hunt?”