Confessions of a Former White Hat Operative


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Azazel Set Free by Crowley and Duncan O’Finioan

Dastardly turkey heister Duncan O’BobbyJoe made this recent statement on his blog:

 Azazel has been set free. It’s time to be afraid — very afraid.


And who set this General of Demons free from his 7D cell? Alastair Crowley, his son Duncan and his four grandsons the Bush Boys in a winter solstice portal ceremony. This is why the United States is experiencing terrible ice storms, tornadoes, hurricanes, and coming earthquakes, tsunamis and meteor showers: these are the calling cards of Azazel.

In the ceremony, Duncan gave his body to Azazel for sexual use, doing as his father commanded.

Then the Bush Boys sacrificed 666 people and they all bathed in the blood of these innocents, as Azazel raped Duncan over and over, giving Duncan an incurable ailment of the flesh.

From the pool of blood came forth 10,000 Dracos soldiers, the army that will follow Azazel to 3D earth.

Yes, it is time to be afraid.

MAI had a discussion with Michael the Archangel about this, who was getting his sword ready to fight Azazel and his legion of demons, as foretold in Revelations 12:7: “And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon…”

“I will be injured for a time, as prophecy mandates,” he said.

“You’ll pull through, ol’ buddy,” said I.

“You can have the archangel powers back, if you want, and fight with us,” he said.

But I had fail miserably the month I was an archangel and did not want to do that again. “I will fight another way,” I said. “I will return to the 3D and fight alongside the Plejaran fleet.”

Look to the skies, for the war in the heavens is coming. That is not Santa Claus up there in fiery lights, but Azazel and Michael in an age-old battle.

Woe to the inhabitors of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath… — Rev. 12:12azazel_r-med



“Get That Gerbil Out of My Bungholio!” Cries Duncan O’Finioan

duncan constipated

Poor Duncan, as you can see above,  wearing an Indiana Jones fedora, he has a constipated expression on his chinless visage. This is due to the fact that a gerbil has lodged itself deep up his rear end after he and Miranda were playing the Richard Gere/Cindy Crawford Hollywood Illuminati Game.

Duncan cried to his daddy, Alestair Crowley, that he wanted a movie to be made about him, called Confessions of an Omega Unit Clone. Crowley said, “Son, first you must pass the Illuminati Hollywood Gerbil Test.”

“I have a gerbil right here!” said Miranda/Allison/AXE, pulling one free from her matted, unwashed hair. (To be or not to be hillbilly…)

He is focusing on a flame in his hand to mentally prepare himself for that big stick to be used to gore out the butt rodent.

Take note of the symbols on the stick that reveal his true evil nature: at the bottom we see saucer-shaped ships with an arrow pointing to three swaztikas, symbolizing the 4th Reich and the Hannebeu bell anti-gravity ships, tech given to them by the Gizeh Intelligence. Above those are three crude 6;s, 666, for the Beast, his father; and above that, three lightening bolt S’s, for the 4th Reich SS.

He is showing you point blank what and who he is, even in constipated backed-up form!

Duncan O’Finioan: Nazi, Crowley progeny, Luciferian, gerbil molester.


Duncan and Miranda’s Satanic Gathering and Mind-Control Ritual in Phoenix, Arizona

If you want to be lured into the Devil’s lair, try the Duncan and Miranda Show (or Bobby Joe and Allison Tent Revival Act) next month, as advertised here — only $350! (Plus airfair, hotel, tax, and beers for Bobby) (Not to mention a donation “hat” for the Crowley Fund)duncan and cowAXE: “How will we dupe them today, Bobby J?”

OMEGA UNIT 197: “I’m too huuungouever to tink, babe. Let me cull firth da enegy o duh Greh Waalkers and Assguards of Odeen.”

AXE: “Can we eat first?”

OMEGA UNIT 197: “Again?! Only if it be Applebees.”


As I have stated before, this is an MKUltra/Process Church/Crowley constructed/Satan worshipping event that draws in weak-minded people who think they need “help.” What happens is they are drugged, programmed, and offered up as sacrifices. Of course, anyone who attends these events won’t remember these things since they are mind-controlled and programmed to forget, thanks to some nice CIA drugs, the same CIA that Duncan O’Bobby proudly says he has worked for, and still does.

They say their Phoenix mind-control seminar is dedicated to Stevie Ray Vaughn and the theme song is “Crossfire.” Well in that song, SRV chants:

Sell your soul just to bop on by
Beggin’ for a dollar, stealin’ a dime

So the theme of the seminar is selling your soul, pay us and stealing money…as many of you know, the Illuminati have to “tell” you what they are up to, in an arcane way, never directly, but through hints — alas, this is Duncan’s message: it’s all about giving souls to the darkside and stealing money from fools, the same ones PT Barnum spoke of: born every 5 minutes.

And Phoenix…what does the name mean? Rising from the fire anew…last year Duncan claimed he was turning to the darkside and going after all those who opposed him…and now he is back claiming to be a “good” guy all the while murdering people left and right for his father. And under the hot city of Phoenix, AZ, is a large cavernous Illuminati/Cabal facility…where attendees will be taken to, tortured by MIBs, raped by albino Draocos overlords, programmed by the clones of Dr. Greenbaum, and inducted into the Crowley Cult.

Just as the snake oil salesmen of the past (and present)rant at the carnivals: “Yes, indeedy, step right up, folks, register here, and learn the dark ancient arts of crystal magic! Don’t believe those jackwagons who say we’re Satanists -  oh no, like Oral Roberts and Billy Graham, we are of God!…and oh, do you need demons cleared from your house? For a nice fee, never free, Dunc-y will scare them away with his beedy little eyes and chinless visage!”


The Brotherhood of Saturn and the 500 Worlds of Aldebaran

This broadcast by Michael Prince:

MY SISTER, HEAR me. Warriors of the Marin Xenohold, hear me. The violence that has occurred is against the code of the Brotherhood. In the name of the Five Hundred Worlds of Aldebaran, I implore you to stand down. Open communication with me. Let us speak. Let us settle this. This action is a an error of the most tragic kind. I, Michael Prince, give you my solemn pledge that we will deal with other frankly and fairly if these hostilities can be suspended. I urge you to respond.

Vlka Fenryka
Skira Vordrotta
The violence that has occured is against the code of the brotherhood. The Ghaslakh Treaty stated we were to be left alone to breed with our females and build an empire that would eventually extend off-planet to the Alternative-5 Colonies. My rival was unsuccessful in his breeding endeavours , his offspring dieing in-vitro. No malice is contained in these words. My word has always been truth. My rival then attempted to hijack my breeding breeding vessel. The violence that has occurred is against the code of the brotherhood.
Did I die during the shooting? Was I transported to the underworld where I cut a deal for my soul with the Daemon General Zagrief to see my wife again? Am I now a Ranked Officer in hell? I remember sitting in the car when the shots rang out. My next clear memory is riding through the New Mexico desert on the bus. What really happened underground during that time?
Message on repeat
Cycle transmissions
Fort Meade

The Plejaran Caliphate

It is now obvious that Commander Lesus is in league with the evil Plejaran Caliphate, a Plejaran political faction from a parallel universe three seconds out of sync with your 3D hell, where te Bafath were victors in the Plejran civil wars and caliphate, sultanates, emirs and vizers were set up to rule over various parts of the Galaxy by order of Queen Pleja of Lyra. All along, Alestir Crowley has been in communication with Lord Tugy, a sultan general with the reptilian Lesus on board ISON. Anya Briggs, that Gizeh puppet, and her lesbian slave lover, the High Priestess of the Priory of Dracos, Sarah Stenga, both act as psychic links between Tugy, Lesus and Crowley, ptherwise known as the Five Columns of the Purple Pebble. This is not good.

All Duncan O’Finioan Bobby Joe Fannin Clones No Longer an Issue

Bobbi Joe Fanin and all his roaming Duncan Omega clones in the solar system are off the grid. The clones were wiped out by Cmmdr Aaron McCollumn and the Idywild Group, and the Bobby Joe Fanin creature, sired by Alestair Crowley, is in custody of the Plejarans, having been captured  by Roan of Procyon IV (aka The Mongoose) in Belize, where he was hiding out and having sex with goats and sheep.


A Super Neat Super Soldier Week!

Get your I Cold on next week:


Michael Prince James Casbolt interviews on:

The Art of Dreaming with M. Hemmingson, Wed., March 13

Super Solider Radio with L. Fenton, Wed, March 13

Super Soldier Roundtable with Mel Fabvergas with Rink, Spiers and Blackwell, Friday, March 15


Stanga is Buried in a Base

Rink is on the Moon

Andy Pero Joins Crowley & Co.

Project Superman failure and super solider psycho Andy “Mike” Pero has emerged from his shadowy exile and joined forces with Crowley, O’Finioan, Lavey and friends…

As for his clones, I have no idea. Sometimes I envision the clone of Pero, Briggs, Blackwell, Casbolt and Spiers partyting it up in some underground base.

I am sure the Idywild Group will have more on this matter.

Me, I am packing.

Andy Basiago and Barack Obama: Lovers on Mars

While this was put out as a comedy skit by The Colbert Report, this is a case of the truth hidden inside apparent fiction…that is, 90% of the issues spoke of are indeed true.  And the Altarian Ed Dames was their homosexual mentor.

John Moore: Agent of FEAR, operative of NGA, graduate of MKDelta

Some out there think Republic Broadcasting Network (aka “more ads than content”) host John Moore is a disinfo agent, a fear porn monger, and a CIA implant. He was a Green Beret and involved in a lot of intelligence operations. But not CIA. He is an operative for the National Geo-spatialIntel Agency and an officer and agent of FEAR (Federal Executive Agency of Radio). While in Vietnam, he was sent through Project MKDelta programs and has alters, clones, and a time-traveling robotic version of himself that was lost when sent back in time to assassinate Moses before being given the 10 Commandments. (We believe the Moore robot, with a gold hull, was captured and melted down into an idol by the followers of Moloch. Reports found in Montauk files indicate that the robot may have attracted the attention of the Sons of Anuk and used as an exotic sex slave.)

It is all psyops with NGO and FEAR, such as Moore’s stating the coasts of the U.S. would be hit by tidal waves, the military was going underground, the dark star named Nemesis was around the corner, and many false flags that have never happened.

Gugpa Stanga’s Disinfo

Sarah seems to be addressing Bobby Joe Fannin, Miranda Kelly and Randy Maugans here, but what is she really saying? Has her eyes opened to the truth of these alleged programs people, or is this communique embedded with code words, trigger images and disinfo?

The toll of Dracos is apparent, as the Stanga is stung by the stringer of the dark arts, this black witch of the Cabal…she looks like crap, drained of soul, and talking more insanely than usual.

A Close One: the CIA Hooker Trail, the Truth About Drake, and the MONGOOSE Calvary

This is what happened the past 24 hours:

I was gathering intel on the CIA-run call girl service (or agents/assets posing as high-priced escorts) after I received this photo from the Super Solider Summit, showing MKUltra victim/super solider Max Spiers (who was “twin-ritual” bonded with James Casbolt when they were kids, a curious Satanic Cabal projects ceremony) with the prostitute/asset in question to the left:

(Note the orb by his face.)

She looked very familiar but I could not place her in my memory. I ran a face recog on her and found her code name, Lady R, who works for a Cabal-run escort service out of L.A., Vegas, Dallas and Phoenix (that is, she is flown out to clients in these cities, commands a $5K a night price, but all are CIA missions or, as a Project Monarch graduate, for use free-of-price by politicians and bankers of the Cabal). I found her name, or a name she uses, but I will not reveal that just yet. I remember her being assigned to a colleague of mine who was at Lockheed-Martin working with new alien tech handed over by the NRO and ONI, acting as a friend of his 19-year-old daughter, she was actually reporting on him and seduced him, and he later vanished. Lady R was younger (and probably underage) and had brunette hair, so this was why I could not place her at first,

I contacted a former asset of mine from the ONI days, a double-agent who worked for the same escort service but now under a new name, because she had been in Monarch with Lady R. I needed to know what she had on her fellow sex slave. My asset, whom I will call Lady Buttercup, said she would only tell me in person at a public place. (The photo to the left is ten ir eight years old and she has since had plastic surgery and does not look like this anymore.)

I was in Barcelona and she is in San Francisco but that was no problem, I said I could meet her in two hours. She mentioned a restaurant on Russian Hill that I knew and had outdoors seating.

I saw her waiting. Something did not feel right but I sat down anyway. “I’m sorry,” is all she said, “they kidnapped my son and made me do it.”  Half a dozen cammo dudes with guns drawn surrounded me, plus an agent in a black suit appeared using teleportation and placed a gun to Lady B’s head. He told me, “Shift out and she dies, and so does her kid.”

I was indeed going to shift to 5D and get the hell out of dodge but I knew he would kill her and probably put her son in the programs or give the boy to a Draco to eat, so I remained still. My curiosity got the best of me as well. A second suit guy (I hate to use the term “man in black”) appeared by my side and slipped a damper collar around my neck — this collar kept my body vibrating at 3D…if I attempted to shift, it would tighten so hard my head would be severed. I know, because I have used the same collar on aliens.

I was ushered away and blindfolded and taken onto a vessel that I am pretty sure was some sort of TR-3, perhaps the E or G Tier 2 model.

BTW, there was a small news item about my apprehension:


Man abducted by military seems real

Customers having lunch at a Russian Hill restaurant were shocked and awed when a military unit of seven heavily armed men converged on a couple in the outdoors patio and arrested both. The man was led away in handcuffs and what appeared to be a collar around his neck and the woman was also cuffed.

Alongside the soldiers were two men in dark suits and sunglasses looking every part the mysterious government men-in-black types.

And playing the part was what it was all about. When asked about the incident, the public information office of the SFPD stated, “That was a scene from a movie being filmed in the city. The scene called for the action to be caught on a cell phone by an on-looker and, wanting it to appear realistic, with real public reaction, no one was told a film was being shot.”

The PIO did not know the name of the film but stated, “We will just have to look for it in theaters next year.”

A waitress at the restaurant said, “I’m pretty sure the man who was arrested was Clive Owen, when he walked in I even thought, Hey that guy looks like Clive Owen.”

The flight was five minutes but I could have been taken anywhere. I knew wherever we landed, the platform went below ground based on the sound. I was escorted to a room, hit in the stomach by te butt of a gun, and handcuffed to a chair. I sat there for eight hours, never fed or given water, a Geneva Conventon violation if I might say.

The blindfold was taken off and the two suit guys stood there plus an armed guardby the door.

“If you’re going to fuck me,” I said, “I expect you buy me dinner first.”

The suits did not have a sense of humor.

“We finally got you,” one said, “Mr. Former White Hat…did you think you could really elude us? Did you really think it would be that easy?”

“You know,” I said, “for a while, I did.”

“You’re in for a universe of hell, F.W. Hat.”

I turned to the other suit guy and said, “Can I ask you a serious question? When you got your dick in his mouth, does he talk away like that? It must be really annoying: you’re getting a blowjob from your MiB partner and he won’t shut up…”

I didn’t finish because two technicians in lab coats and a tray came in. They took my fingerprints, blood and hair samples, and performed a retinal scan.

“We’ll know your true identity soon,” said talky suit guy, “and then we’ll grow a few good clones and infiltrate your group of alien pals.”

“Don’t you know,” I replied, “I’m a Rothschild bastard. Like Hitler.”

“Funny guy,” said suit.

When the techies left with my DNA, a four star general entered the room, along with a pudgy and short woman with a deep French Canadian accent. I knew her instantly: Lady Dragon.

“You have been a pain in the ass, Former White Hat,” said Lady Dragon.

“I’m sorry,” I said to her, “I don’t remember having anal sex with you.”

“It was only a matter of time before we got you,” said the four-star general.

“And who are you, sir?” I asked. “I would salute you, sir, being former military, but my hands are oppressed from following protocol.”

“It does not matter my name, Hat,” said the general, “just know I am the one who will give the green light on the mass arrests.” He smiled.

“You are Drake’s Pentagon contact,” I said.

“And we have had that clone spilling the bullshit to the public. A nifty game.”

“What did you do with original?”

“He is safely tucked away,” said Lady Dragon.

“A wonderful plan devised by Hilary Clinton and Poppy Bush,” said the general. “You have this sincere-sounding old solider talking about freedom and mass arrests, he gets the militias worked up, the people pissed off, you keep holding off the arrest dates so they will get so mad they will do it themselves; then you give a green light, arrest a few bankers and congressmen of no great consequence, you ask the militias to head out, and things look fishy, a few planned terrorist attacks, a war brewing in the Middle East, and the President declares martial law, and we move in without none of this Constitutional rights baloney. Riots and civil unrest starts up –“

“And then Project Strawman and Op 711 goes green light,” I said, feeling defeated.

He smiled broadly. “You are looking at the man who has the codes to activate millions of clones out there: women, children, men of all stripe and strata. This was Hilary’s design, the bitch has some brains.”

“And a fat ass,” Lady Dragon chortled.

“You shouldn’t talk,” I said.

“Fuck you, Ex-White Hat!” she snapped. “I say we kill him now.”

“Not just yet,” the general said.

“Are you going to murder me,” I asked, “or bore me to death with useless banter?”

“Let’s see how smart-mouthed you are when we have you on the torture table,” said Lady Dragon. “What witty retorts will you utter when your fingers are being cut off and a hot metal rod is shoved up your skinny butt?”

“I imagine I will say ‘ouch,'” I said. To the general: “Why tell me all this crap? If you’re going to torture me, get on with it. At least something interesting will be happening.”

“I wanted you to know,” he said, “that we will send your clone out, your clone will back Drake up, will post online anything we want, and we will get your Plejaran and Procyonian friends reigned in.”

“You do know my friends can detect a clone,” I said.

“We have perfected the tech,” he informed me, “where a high-grade clone cannot be discerned from the original, and can live up to 10 years.”

“Wow,” I said, “progress of western civilization.”

“And you will –“

But he did not finish because an alarm sounded off. Outside the room were the sounds of explosions and men screaming from laser fire.

“What the heck is going on?!” cried Lady Dragon.

The guard stood read, the general pulled out his 9 mm. He looked worried as further sounds of explosions, laser and gun fire, and screams were heard.

I smiled. “Did you consider that if I did not check in, my ‘friends’ would know something was wrong? And that I have a Plejaran friend whom I am always in telepathic contact with?”

“We are here,” I heard Asket in my mind.

“I’m just kicking back, been waiting for the Calvary,” I replied to her.

Lady Dragon said, “Holy shit, Procyon warriors!”

“Did you really think grabbing me would be that easy?” I said.

The general came after me just as the door exploded open. The guard was vaporized instantly and screamed.

The Procyon warrior MONGOOSE came in, along with my female counterpart from the GAL-Universe, dressed in a black jumpsuit and combat face. They both wielded laser cannons.

“I surrender!” screeched Lady Dragon, falling to her knees, hands up. “Please don’t kill me!”

The general had it in his mind to use me as a shield, put the gun to my head and bargain his way out. But I jumped up, turned, slammed him with the metal chair I was strapped to. I kicked the gun out of his hand and head butted his face, breaking his nose.

“Miss me?” asked my counterpart.

“Could you have waited thirty seconds?” I said. “I was just having fun.”

Aaron McCollum then came in with one of the suit guys, bloodied, by the neck tie. “Release him,” Aaron said, nodding to me.

The suit guy, not so talkative now, used a small electronic device that released the damper on my neck, and then the cuffs.

“Nothing to say?” I asked him.

“Suck my willy,” he muttered.

I punched him in the mouth and teeth flew everywhere. He fell down next to the general, who was trying to keep a stream of blood from flowing out of his broken nose.

Feeling like Chuck Norris, I said, “I would say ‘sorry’ about the physical damage, sir, but I never apologize to anyone.”

“You always have to have the last word,” said my counterpart, “you remind me of me.”

“Where are we?” I asked. “Where and what is this facility?”

“Just one of many of those nasty underground bases in Colorado,” she told me.

The base was taken by 20 Procyon fighters. All the guards were killed, the military personnel and technicians taken prisoner. The first thing I did was destroy the fingerprints and blood nd hair samples they took from me.

They found, in stasis chambers, numerous clones of Bobby Joe Fannin, Bill Brockbrader, Drake, Benjamin Fulford, and Max Spiers. All were destroyed.

Asket was waiting in her beamship.

“The Calvary,” I said.

“Have fun?” she said.

Since I never had lunch in Frisco and had been in the base ten hours without food or water, I said, “Pizza and iced-tea sure sounds lovely right now.”

“You know how to use the food replicator,” Asket said, “but no replicated anchovies or salami.”

Extra cheese and pineapple was my choice.

As we left the base, the Colorado wildfires raged around us. A perfect camouflage, I thought, burn the above ground and no one will suspect the center of the phony mass arrests and clone activation was right below…

So, we have the general (I will release his name later) and Lady Dragon in custody…but this Lady Dragon is a clone. There is still an original, and maybe more clones, out there. Apparently this Lady Dragon did not know she was a clone and broke down in malfunction.

We got the mass clone activation codes from the general but he said, “You won’t stop it. Hilary also has the codes. Operation 7-11 will happen!”

But not the mass arrests. This general was Drake’s contact, and this general was to give the order of the fake mass arrests. That will not happen — but what about July 11? We need to still stop that.

ALSO: I am not ruling out this was a set-up. Something still does not feel right here. They had to know that I would have been rescued if I did not check in, and they never drugged me to block any telepathic communication, which seems odd. And why the small base and not the Pentagon or off-planet where it would have been more difficult to spring me? I have to be suspicious that I was intentionally fed false information or that this was an operation to see how effective the Procyon ground forces are at extraction. Don’t worry, I have been tested and I am not a clone, and now we have data on their new upgraded clones who are hard to detect.

George Kavassilas: Shapeshiftig Reptilian Deceiver

George Kavassilas is not a human, he is a shapeshifting lizard boy, and has been seen shifting live.

He was, however, once human and true. But he was taken and replaced much in the same way as Bill Ryan, who were both replaced while in Australia around the same time. They are not the only ones to have been replaced by shapeshifters, rather than clones, Down Under in Oz, because of a large shapeshifter base in Mt Ziel and fortified by Cabal US/UK military.

He said he and others would ascend March this year. It did not happen. So of course he moved the date March 2013, saying,”Well if it does not happen, it’s what I feel.”  Ascension for those ready will happen earlier than that, but Lizard Boy George will not be one of them. He will continue to deceive people after March, 2013, where we will probably still keep hearing Drake saying, “The mass arrests are about to happen, just wait for the fireworks…”

Are the real Bill and George still alive? They may be and if they are, they are being tortured, used as sex slaves for perverted reptoids, and their souls being drained under Mt, Ziel.

James Rink’s Opinion on Bobby Joe Fanin

Interesting points on Omega Unit 197, Bobby Joe Fanin, false name Duncan O, by James Rink here on FB.

Now while Rink is a malfunctioning unit himself with way too many clones out there, it is curious to see how Bobby Joe deals with people he is in conflict the same way he has dealt with me, Forwood, anyone: constant threats and so-called psychic attacks by his black witch cow, AX.

The next day apparently Duncan’s godmother died and Duncan blamed it on Adam. So Duncan’s partner Miranda, A.K.A Axe, did some kind of ritual to kill Adam.

Frankly I believe it is time that all these Alphas and Omega project clones get activated to destroy each other…which I believe could happen this month in northern California; Bobby Joe’s Beserker alter will be called up to go to Marin County to take out all the fifth generation super solders gathering in Marin County. The media will report it as a psychotic individual, Bobby Joe Fanin, with a history of violence and mental institute stays,snapping.

Notes from Chantilly, VA

There are a lot of aliens, demons, lizards and disguised Annunaki here.

There goes Alex Jones, banned from the hotel, but that is all an act, Alex being a CIA shill.

The O-Clone and Hilary Clone…yikes…

No Timothy Geithner.

I have seen three versions of James Casbolt, the reptilian shapeshifter Bill Ryan, and a hologram version of George Clooney…

One Fulford clone again, but picked up by the Plejarans…will the Fulford clone thing never end?

Cabal plants within the protesters, agents and aliens alike…

Lots of Monarch hookers and underage girls and boys ushered into the back in limo buses…how many will leave alive, how many will be sacrificed, how many feasted on?

David Rockefeller…old man…

Paul Volcker, shapeshifter…


Something big is going to happen, it is in the air.

The ceremony worshipping Moloch will be tonight.

Zombies in Florida and the Drake Clone Connection

New intel: Drake 5 is connected to the zombie/cannibal outbreak, via his Cabal buddies in the Pentagon…

Two Project Monarch milabs, Sheila “Aliens” and Varilyx Warsinger spread the word (look at these young women carefully and you will see they are graduates of MKUltra, the real kind, not fakes like Gupta Stanga):

Anything Sound Familiar from this Clone?

Bobby Joe Fanin Clone Malfunctions to Insane and Manic Alter!

The Bobby Joe Fanin/Duncan O’Finioan clone has malfunctioned to the point of losing its clone mind and has become pitifully and pathetically obsessed with me because he thinks he knows who I am but he is wrong — actually he has thought I was half a dozen other people and/or a group of half a dozen people.

Its comic-book panel-like descriptions of things and situations shows that it likes to imagine itself a super hero, or Burke in an Andrew Vachss novel.

This clone’s insanity, as we see him here last weekend trying to play comic-book hero soldier of fortune warrior but in truth a Satanic clone creature in service of the black cabal whenever he is activated.  Has its hair gone white? No, it is a peroxide blonde job to emulate his black witch companion, Miranda Kelly, aka “Axe,” when she was Aaron McCollum’s sex slave whore, what Aaron called “the cow I kept in barn,” blonde hair. What kind of man, or clone, wants to twin it with a dyed hair job (and thin stringy hillbilly mullet hair) of his woman? I will tell you: a black witch can mind control her man, her pet, her slave, and make them do anything, and she mind-controlled him to dye his hair.

Bobby Joe Clone seems to be very mad that I did not save him at his survival conference like I said I would. I was willing to try, but: IT IS A CLONE AND CLONES CANNOT BE SAVED.

Clones do not have souls.

Clones are merely a shadow of their originals.

Most clones do not know they are clones and are programmed to worship Lucifer, which is the case here.

Accept no clones, my friends.

What is really going on: this Bobby Joe Clone is being prepped by DoD ops for a final mission, and that mission is for his alter, The Beserker. The mission is one of no return — either the clone will end its function or, if arrested, The Beserker alter will make people think Bobby Joe went homicidal insane, nuts, crazy, bughouse bugaboo.

This is Bobby Joe Fanin’s fate, as all super soldiers end in a final mission with termination.


Katy Perry: Alternate Universe Female Version of James Casbolt

In a botched time travel mission, instead of going back to 1340 France to track down and kill a power-mad clone of Al Beilek, James Casbolt instead went to the GAL-Universe where he encountered the female version of himself and they both tracked the female version of the Al Beilek clone and got the job done.

Then they had sex — yes, Casbolt did the dirty deed with his female doppelgänger, Jane Michelle Prince. He was in the GAL-Universe for three years until a way was found to return to this DERN-Universe. By then, Jane had fallen madly in love with James, a form of quantum pataphysical masturbation and true self-love. Casbolt once told me how they used to simultaneously anally fist one another and, you know, that is an image I do not want in my mind.

Jane latched onto her male counterpart before he made the jump and wound up here with him.

The Cabal found a good use for her and placed her in Project Muffin  to become an Illuminati sex slave music industry tool, name changed to Katy Perry.  Read some of Casbolt’s online chapters of his unfinished memoir and you will see the narrative images in this video, “E.T.,” reflects that life.

Project Monarch, Project Muffin and Project Scream Graduates

“I never met a Monarch or Muffin that I was not pleased to show my fist.” –James Casbolt, 2009

“These little ladies get the best panties and I want them!!” –Dave Corso, 2011

Satire or the Truth Masked as Satire?

Bill Brockbrader and Sarah Stanga: An Unholy Alliance?

It has come to my attention — yes, me, your friendly neighborhood former white hat, now back on earth — that Bill Brockbrader and Sarah Stanga are conspiring to talk doo-doo about me on the radio waves and internets.

If I were a Drake Clone, I would threaten charges of public terrorism, to shut down their blogs by order of the New World Order, and threaten to send White Dragon ninjas to chop them up into lizard food.

But I am not a Drake Clone and I believe in free speech, even if the Stanga Witch is a Limey Freak. Say what you want, laddie and lassie, but Brock: you are being used, controlled and played just like your handlers who made you publicly state that Obama is one of the good guys.

Now while I am flattered they want to devote a radio show about little ol’ moi, Brokcbrader is so mind-controlled that he has no idea he is being duped. Not only is Sarah a black magic witch and puppet for the Priory of Dracos, she has making fun of and posting crap about Brockbrader under the name Purple Pebble here.

She also posts elsewhere as “Violet” and other names associated with purple, making fun of and talking trash about fellow milabs and super soldiers.

She is a grand deceiver, “acting” like a victim to lure true victims to her where she then controls them and offers them to her Dracos lovers.

Oh, Brock — this will be so funny. Perhaps someone will call in and ask Sarah about her little purple petal and violet flower, a flower that has eneveloped over The Brock and made him one more astral sex slave of Mistress Sarah’s, like she has been trying to do to me.

Accept no dark dominatrix black magic witches!

Barry King Says Das Vedanya to Disclosure

This press release by black ops whitleblower Barry King was forwarded to me by a source:

DISCLOSURE HAS BEEN CANCELLED….due to lack of interest

Media Release May 3rd 2012

To quell the rumours, stop the misquotes and set things straight I have to release this media statement.Firstly I have not been taken out, I have not sold out, I have pulled out from Disclosure in total for several reasons, and these I shall detail here. After many years within the research and investigation field, 46 to be precise, and 18 of those years spent tirelessly disclosing openly and publicly its about time to call it a day.
I’ve done my job, did what was intended, to bring to the publics and alternate media’s notice the state of play regarding secret facilities, projects and black programs, the locations, dates, personnel. This I feel has been achieved. From 1994 to 2000 I disclosed Globally via The Voice documents. In 2000 I became one of Dr Steven Greer’s Disclosure Project Witnesses after supplying him with over 600 pages of documentation and agreeing to be filmed for his project.
I was the first to bring the area of PLF’s, programmed Life Forms, to the Worlds Attention, and to Dr Greer.
Dr Greer has spoken a good number of times in his interviews and conference talks of ARV’s and Stagecraft, and as he states as most important PLF’s, the area where he claims he receives the most threats!. Well Dr Greer think of the poor bastard whom brought this to you in the first place, do you think my life has been a bed of roses?. Time after time I have been attacked by individuals stating I was not even a Disclosure Project Witness simply because Dr Greer has kept me and my data hidden, in backgrounds and has never publicly admitted to the fact that I was a witness. He still proclaims long and loud at confs and in interviews though the importance of PLFs within the disclosure arena. Me? well i’ve been pushed so far into the background now, Dr Greer states he has others connected with that field, he does not need me or my data, even though I started it all!
So, I’ve had enough of Disclosure especially with Dr Greer and his Witness program.
The lack of interest is a global concern, the media, the public, in Disclosure, whether by initial or full blown, the World really does not care nor wants to be disturbed from their cosy lifetstyles of holidays abroad, sitting in front of giant plasma 3D TVs watching the dumbing down soap operas or sport or controlled and manipulated documentaries on their latest DFS credit purchased sofas.
They do not want to hear stories of Ufo’s, aliens, underground bases, mind control etc unless it is via a glossy sensationalised hollywood blockbuster.
The above gives you an idea of why I have dropped off the grid, wishing nothing more to do with trying to educate the World, its a thankless task anyways. I also believe I have a right to closure, I’ve got my revenge on the controllers, the USAF, NSA, CIA and countless others connected to my disclosures. I’ve made sure the World now knows of Peasemore, PLFs, the black budgets. After 30+ years yes I think I have my closure. Others have come forward, still more will do so in future. I look around and can say ‘yes, job done, now for a rest’.As I stated at the beginning, I have not been taken out nor have I sold out, I’m simply closing the book and putting it back on the shelf. Thank you for your time.

Barry M King


But has he been cloned? We will look into it.

I met Barry King several times Peasemore when he was doing security. He probably does not remember me, I was just another Yankee spook in a suit.

The Cabalist Clock is Cheap…and the Countdown is for Your Downfall

Keep ticking and tocking at me, Cabalists and Luciferians, reptoids and black hats, would-be assassins and wanna-be submarine commanders, because your empty threats make me smile. with big bright shiny teeth.

Hey what happened to the guy, back in March, who kept writing to me and saying, “In two days, this blog will be shut down.” I am waiting.

Or those who keep telling me, “Soon you will go down.” I am waiting.

Ot those adolescent ninjas who said they would cut me down for exposing the truth about the Fulford clones. I am waiting.

Or those who say, “Tick tick, Hat Man, enjoy life while you can.” I am waiting.

Every time my life gets threatened, I know it must be Tuesday. You people may have been able to make David Wilcock cry and weep in fear, but four leaf clovers cover me from head to toe, laddies, and the Daughters of the Phoenix stand in front of me, the accomplished 505 behind me, the angels of the seven sisters above me, and the bones of the wicked crunch under my feet.

I am waiting.

You deceivers are weak; you claim you are of the light and good but you draw the ignorant innocents into your false flame and turn them into pawns for your dark overlords, your alphabet soup masters, your desert-dwelling handlers.

All you say is, “Just wait, it’s coming, we will get you soon.” If you had any power and could do anything to keep me quiet, you would have done so already, or now.

I am waiting.

You are weak. Far more powerful sources have tried to terminate me and have failed. And yet you little ants think you are mightier than the aardvark.

I am waiting.

Dear Sarah Stanga,

Stop trying t engage me in astral sex! Okay, I gave in last night but I was weak from time travel and feeling nostalgic for the old days. I just don’t want that with you like that threesome in IBIS…it was fun while it lasted but times are different.

BTW, I don’t buy your claim that Drake is a Jesuit Overlord. What you and he do on the astral plane is your own business, and I know you initiated it.

I know what you and Stewart Swerdlow are up to. You still are a naughty girl and wear your clothes to bed, eh, lassie?

Bobby Joe Fanin Bends the Knee to Loki

I come back from the future and find out that the clone of Omega Unit 197 has bowed down to Loki the Beast, Enki the Wicked, Lucifer the Luciferian, and now works as a dark agent for crime…

He is a clone. So no surprise.

Clones betray. Clones lie. Clones clone.

When Lizards Lie

Curious as always to hear the mixture of truth and lies the shape-shifter reptoid David Icke puts out there. Now while is info on reptilian is correct, he s talking about his kind, he is a spokesperson for his people, but he also makes his fellow lizards seem more powerful than they really are, and his agenda is to create fear. His disinfo is make the masses who listen not believe that his lizard boys are losing the galactic and earth-bound battle.

Oh, David m’lad, we have been onto you for a long long time, you and your fellow shifter Stewie Swerdlow, you scaly little perverts…we have your number, laddies…and we have you by your nubby tails…


Shocking: Agent Eva Moore Admits to Being a Werewolf Clone! …and Sean David Morton Has Gravitational Pull!

It is good to see the Eva Moore werewolf clone publicly admits she is a werewolf clone…self-awareness even in clones can be a good thing. And when you watch and listen to Canadian Army Intelligence Agent Eva Moore, how could she be anything other than a werewolf clone? A space-cadet New Age neo-hippie? Nah. Werewolf clone, created by order of Vladimir Putin…and speaking coded messages to fellow Luciferian agents out there about Cabal Illuminati Freemason plans:

How come she doesn’t talk about her dark days as a call girl/porn starlet/MK Ultra mind controlled Cabal sex slave?

What bothers me is her saying Brock Williams (Bill Wood) is interviewing Drake…remember I revealed that Brock is CIA and his mission is to get close to certain people and terminate them by order of Poppy Bush and Obama…Drake could be in danger of assassination or being turned into a transvestite tearoom trader.

Drake: keep all contact via phone or Skype. Do not physically meet with Brock.

But wait...some believe I am Drake…so did I talk to Brock, and did Brock laddie realize that I, your friendly neighborhood Former White Hat, is none other than Drake?

Nah, I am Proctor Gamble and Sean David Morton…I mean Sean David Morton ATE Proctor Gamble and he will eat Bill and Eva too once he finds them…for Sean David Morton’s nefarious plan is to EAT THE WHOLE WORLD AND BECOME THE WORLD.

After all, Sean Morton has his own gravitational pull. Really? Have you ever seen things in orbit around his planetary body?


Maybe Eva Clonemoore Werewolf needs to get him into the gym…

Portrait of a Young Man as Sean David Morton:

Sean David Morton in an alternate universe as a black man:


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