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http://www.tpnn.com/2014/07/01/when-the-world-goes-crazy-it-first-kills-jews/

Consider this, if there had been a state of Israel in the 1930s, many more European Jews would have been able to escape the fate that consumed six million of them during the Nazi Holocaust during World War II.

That there is an Israel today explains why French and Ukrainian Jews are leaving their native countries and making Israel their new home.
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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/06/20/razieh-ebrahimi-iran-child-execution_n_5514835.html?utm_hp_ref=mostpopular

An Iranian girl forced into an abusive marriage at the age of 14 now faces imminent execution for killing her husband while she was still a child, two international human rights groups warned this week. Iran still holds the horrific world record of the "country with the world’s highest number of child executions," according to Human Rights Watch. Only Yemen, Saudi Arabia, Sudan, and Hamas authorities in Gaza also executed child offenders in the last five years, the group says. International law prohibits executing people who commit crimes when they are under 18.
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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/john-w-traphagan/america-ignorance-asia-intelligence_b_5505032.html

I have been traveling to East Asia (and many other parts of the world) for more than 25 years and over that time one of the things that has always struck me is how intelligent the general public in countries like Japan appear to be. It's not that there aren't dummies in East Asia, but it always seems that the average level of education and ability to think about the world intelligently and critically is impressively widespread. I've often thought about why this is the case and also why the same seems more difficult to say about the U.S. The answer, I think, can be found in a comment science fiction writer Isaac Asimov made about the U.S. while being interviewed in the 1980s: "There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge." . . .
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http://www.examiner.com/article/vietnam-vet-alleges-corruption-conflict-of-interest-new-jersey-courts

Jack Cunningham, a Marine veteran who served in Vietnam, told Examiner.com Sunday he believes the New Jersey court system used his combat-related PTSD to "play games" against him in a legal battle that has gone on for years.

Hymns to the Third From the Sun

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“Heart of Earth,” by Joseph Payne Brennan

Never forget: beneath your feet,
beneath the rose, below the wheat,
beyond the bastioned granite floor,
lies the ultimate, molten core.
The tides of fire, locked in sleep,
a vigil down the aeons keep.
Across the whirling gulfs of space
the elements of motion race.
The aeons burn; the cycles ebb;
the stenciled stars retrace their web.
Never forget: in the heart of earth
Still licks the fire that brought its birth.
Our calendar of iron and flame
invokes the time without a name,
the days of fire, the final men,
the molten core made whole again.
 
The Green Hills of Earth,” by Robert A. Heinlein. From Heinlein’s short story, “The Green Hills of Earth,” copyright 1947 by The Curtis Publishing Company, included in the collection of his works, The Past Through Tomorrow (New York: Berkley Books, 1967), pp. 363-373.

I pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave me birth;
Let me rest my eyes on the fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.

Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
As they rove around the girth
Of our lovely mother planet,
Of the cool green hills of Earth.

We rot in the molds of Venus,
We retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles,
Crawling with unclean death.

We’ve tried each spinning space mote
And reckoned its true worth:
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of Earth.

The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade.
All hands! Stand by! Free falling!
And the lights below us fade.
Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thundering jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out far and onward! Yet –

We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on fleecy skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.
 
"The Invocation of Luna": Adapted from Dion Fortune’s Moon-Magic by Yael Dragwyla

Copyright 1987, 1994 by Yael R. Dragwyla. Adapted from Dion Fortune’s Moon-Magic (New York: Samuel Weiser, Inc., 1979)

(The following is to be read slowly, with a feeling of tidal rhythms, becoming more and more entranced as one reads. This work is an outstanding accompaniment for rituals of invocation of Luna, Saturn, and Neptune and the Gods and Goddesses associated with them, especially as an immediate precursor of the invocation as such, to build up the force of the Call)

I am She Who, ere the Earth was formed,
Was Rhea, Binah, Ge.
I am that soundless, boundless, bitter Sea
Out of Whose Deeps life wells eternally.
Astarte, Aphrodite, Ashtoreth,
Giver of life and bringer-in of death;
Hera in Heaven, on Earth, Persephone;
Kali and Black Isis, dancing on Their hills of skulls,
Mikhail and Ezelie, Black Mary and Medusa,
Battling demons in the sky,
Star-flecked Nuit, o’er-arching all the world,
Diana of the Ways, and Hekate:
All these am I, all are found in Me.
The hour of the high full Moon draw near;
I hear the invoking words, hear and appear:
ShaDdaI EL ChaI, Kether, and Rhea, Binah, Ge,
And ELITh, self-creating Creation
In Aspects three,
I come unto the one who calleth Me.

* * *

O Isis Veiled and Rhea, Binah, Ge,
Lead us to the Well of Memory,
The Well-Head where the pale white cypress grows,
By secret twilight paths that no man knows,
The shadowy path dividing into three –
Diana of the Ways, and Hekate,
Selene of the Moon, and Persephone,
Mother Mary, Lilith, and Tsou-Mou,
Kali-Shiva-Chandi-Durga, Parvati,
And the Lord of Magick, Djehuti,
Thrice-Great Hermes, Psychopompos
And Divine Hermaphrodite.
The high full Moon at the zenith shines clear!
O hear the invoking words, hear and appear!
ShaDdaI EL ChaI, Kether, and Rhea, Binah, Ge!

* * *

Sink down, sink down, sink deeper and sink deep,
Into eternal and primordial sleep.
Sink down, forget, be still and draw apart
Into the Inner Earth’s Most Secret Heart.
Drink of the Waters of Persephone,
The Secret Well beside the Sacred Tree.
I am that secret Queen, Persephone.
All Tides are Mine, and answer unto Me.
Tides of the Airs, Tides of the Inner Earth,
The secret, silent Tides of Death and birth:
Tides of men’s souls, and dreams, and destiny –
Isis Veiled, and Rhea, Binah, Ge –
ELITh, self-creating Creation
In Aspects three.

* * *

I am that Star that rises from the Twilight Sea,
Bringing men dreams that rule their destiny.
I bring the Moon-Tides to the souls of men,
The Tides that flow and ebb and flow again,
That flow and ebb and flow alternately:
These are My Secret, these belong to Me.

* * *

I am eternal Woman, I am She –
The Tides of all men’s souls belong to Me.
The Tides that flow and ebb and flow again,
The secret, silent Tides that govern men:
These are My Secret, these belong to Me.

* * *

Out of My Hands he takes his destiny,
The touch of My Hands bestows serenity.
These are the Moon-Tides, these belong to Me.
Durga in Heaven, on Earth, Persephone,
Diana of the Ways, and Liberty,
Athena-Medusa, Aphrodite from the Sea,
All these am I, and They are found in Me.

* * *

The high full Moon at the zenith shines clear;
I hear thy prayer of invocation, and appear:
ShaDdaI EL ChaI, Kether, and Rhea, Binah, Ge,
I come unto those who call upon Me.

* * *

Sink down, sink down, sink deeper and more deep
Into eternal and primordial sleep.
Sink down, be still, forget and draw apart
Into the Inner Earth’s Most Secret Heart.
Drink of the Waters of Persephone,
The Secret Well beside the Sacred Tree.
Waters of life and strength and inner light –
Eternal joy born from the Deeps of Night.
Then rise, made strong, with life and hope renewed,
Reborn from darkness and from solitude,
Blessed with the blessing of Persephone
And secret strength of Rhea, Binah, Ge.

* * *

Persephone, O Moon of men’s desire,
Thy lambent light illumines with cold moon-fire!
Persephone, Persephone,
Moon of the night, we long for Thee.
In Outer Space, the Springs of Being arise;
With tidal sweep, Life streams across the skies,
And in men’s hearts awake the slumbering fires:
Thou art the Queen of Dreams and of Desires.
Persephone, Persephone,
Moon of the Night, we come to Thee!

* * *

The Moon is riding high and clear,
O Lovely One, draw near, draw near;
To lonely ones on lonely ways,
Come down in dream of silver haze.
Persephone, Persephone,
All in the end shall come to Thee,
Radiant ELITh, self-creating Creation
In Aspects three.

The Great Mother: Red Roses

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The Great Mother: “Red Roses,” by A. M. Stephens (taken from A. M. Stephens’ The Rosary of Pan [Toronto: McLelland & Stewart, Publishers, Ltd., 1923], p. 24)

Roses, red roses, from the deep, warm breast
Of Her, whose progeny in Space and Time
Are one with us, Her children, – latest, best
And fairest fruitage of Her prime –

Within thy chaliced heart there glows
The crimson tide of Life. The wine
Of youth, eternal, welling, flows
O’er thy curved rim, incarnadine.

The fragrance of Her tresses, sweet
As tender breezes that o’erflow
The sun-kissed hills at dawn, and meet
And whisper love to buds that blow;

A pulsing flame – a sky that burns –
A sun god’s pyre and altar blent,
Veiled by thy velvet breast that yearns
To spill its gold and be content;

The music of soft rains that beat
With pattering fingers on our doors,
In gusty, flying showers, replete
With memories of the wind-swept moors;

Of tender flesh, the keen, sweet tang;
Of fruitful earth, the warm embrace
That lured the lusty vine which sprang
To bear aloft thy virile grace –

Roses, red roses, jeweled Grails of Love
And Sex – mysterious and more divine
Thy symbols shine on high above
The lilies pale on Mary’s shrine.

The rich, red, torrent of thy life made bold
Since Time began, the hearts of men
To sing of freedom and of joys untold –
Inspired in turn the voice and pen

Of those who know that Love is Power
And Power is Love, beyond the reach
Of mortal minds that halt and cower
Before the truths thy roses teach.

And yet, thy fire is in the bard
Who sings of love or ruthless strife.
Thy flame is in the hearts that guard
The spirit’s growth from life to life

Till forms shall fade and symptoms rest.
The rhythm of thy magic pulse is stilled.
Still flames thy symbol on the breast
Of Isis, Ishtar – mother, matter filled.

The snow-white wonder of Her form divine,
Stretched cruciform with upturned face,
Awaits with radiant joy the coming sign
Of Him, Creation’s Lord, in Time and Space.

Her eyes, eternal wells of loving light,
The Beauty dread and high which Gods can know –
And lo – within Her mighty heart, for Him, enshrined
Roses, red roses ever-blooming glow.

ISIS Announces Its Next Attack

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http://www.breitbart.com/Big-Peace/2014/06/20/ISIS-Announces-its-Next-Attack

ISIS ("the Islamic State of Iraq and al-Sham (ISIS)0, is utterly evil -- and proud of it. The sharia court of ISIS issued a Fatwa proclaiming Al-Qamishli and its rural area as the rightful property of ISIS. The ISIS statement proclaims that after seeking God, jihadists should do the following:

1. Burn and bring down all houses of entertainment in Al-Qamishli.

2. Burn all stores selling alcohol and cigarettes.

3. Take full control of the famed "Jewelry market" of Al-Qamishli, and all silver and gold in the market is to be taken by the ISIS fighters because it is rightfully theirs.

4. Take full control of all food and clothing stores in order to give it to their brother jihadist fighters.

5. Empty the city of all Christians: Take their women; they are yours, and behead the Christian men. Empty the city of all Kurds, who are the grandchildren of deceivers; take out from the city the family of al Khaznawi and kill them all. (Sheikh Khaznawi was a Kurdish cleric in Qamishli who was assassinated in June 2005.) With the statement ISIS issued to its fighting units a map of Al-Hasaka, Al-Qamishli and other suburbs, where the above five tasks are to be carried out “according to the command of Allah.”
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http://www.wnd.com/2014/06/feds-want-body-fluids-of-elderly-white-men/

It appears that “elderly white men” are not doing their fair share of work to contribute to a national database of body fluids.
The National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey, a program of the National Center for Health Statistics, revealed the problem in a recent online statement regarding plans to transfer the nation’s database to a private contractor.
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http://lastresistance.com/6153/san-antonio-cops-punch-70-year-old-man-face-diabetic/

When a civilian is unconscious and unresponsive, police take that as “refusing” to comply and “resisting arrest.” The only proper response to that is to punch the person in the face repeatedly and shove his face into the ground. Then maybe he’ll learn not to be so diabetic next time.
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http://yournation.org/is-obama-threatening-soldiers-to-keep-quiet/

Sgt. Bergdahl was liberated by means of a POW exchange that sent five detainees held in the controversial Guantanamo Bay military back to the Taliban. Sgt. Bergdahl’s parents were elated to learn about their son’s release, but they have also endured humiliation and even death threats. In an effort to learn more about this disputed state of affairs, journalists have tried to interview soldiers who were either served with Bergdahl or who may have been involved in missions to rescue him.

Some of the soldiers who have come forward have mentioned non-disclosure agreements (NDAs) they signed after the incident in Afghanistan. These NDAs are now being categorized as an effort by the Obama administration to keep things quiet about the Bergdahl affair.

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