From:
Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, August 4, 2005
11:55 PM PT
To:
Cc: rest;
Subject:
RE: FW: Signup Confirmation...G-D...---...SPY
Demetrius,
Everything when you cut to
the chase is about first of all money and then way, way
down the pyramid G-d, and in between hopefully finding time before the world
wakes up that money is not simply a concept but totally worthless, for great
shelter, great clothing, great food, great champagne, great sex and of course
great cappuccino?
You of course no different to
me before every date have stood in front of the walled mirrors in your one of a
kind Cliff House naked having long worked out
how “sumone” [sic] observant might have come up with the Oo sign?
There is of course good
reason why you and everyone else who doesn’t consider themselves a
“slave”, at least in the biblical sense of the word, is not in the
least bit bothered that my DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] family
continue to produce their own fictitious, unlimited in supply, untraceable and
lightweight diamond currency never once inventoried by a single organization
not under this mafia of mafia’s “command and
control” nor for
same token are you even slightly bothered that every government has followed in
their footsteps those of course able to afford either a printing press or yoyos
sitting in front of computer screens digitizing monies to their “most
favored” banks, their credibility enhanced by their suits?
So important there are no
buttons missing and that they be properly pressed, and how much can we gleam
from just a slightly loosened tie, everyone being allowed by us living the
“good life” to play “funny games” for the simple fact
that despite all odds the financial markets have not collapsed, yet?
And won’t for reasons
again quite obvious so long as one reflects back on what I have written which I
will be spelling out to you and the millions if not hundreds of millions,
possibly billions who will inevitably read this communiqué on The Internet
following my loading up a handful more of my broadcasted communiqués, the 15788 word
“manifesto” to the President just now 60.3% complete on the AIG
Yahoo message board to mention little of the folks from GIA [Gemological Institute of America] along with customs agents all scratching their
heads waiting for the next shoe to drop well aware the game is up!
Go ahead and ponder more why it is that you get my messages,
not to suggest that your concerns are any more important than say that of Bill Clinton or his business partner
Truth, that which does not change.
G-D-NAture
doubles, “replicates faithfully”.
G-D, however one defines Information-Knowledge-Light, is DNA, G-D is where you look and where you will find
truth, G-D is one.
Another truth is when you take a deep breath when
encountering something extraordinarily beautiful, a flower, a woman, the
awesomeness of Einstein’s Special-General Relativity, 2 c mE “in reverse”,
powerful enough for this extraordinarily humble man to have been well within
his “limited authority” to
refer to his and Marc Grossman’s “work
product” as “The Mind of G-D”,
proven time and again through one direct experiment after the next?
Even while long dead Einstein has managed to slay
each and every one of his critics given the fact that he was correct in that E=mc² explained
the awesome workings-design of the cosmos.
So what happened you must be asking yourself
realizing surely that if in fact there is design to this universe, from
beginning to end, from the cosmos to the subatomic level, there is every
logical reason to assume G-d is one if
not “tTOo”
[sic] master designers ACTing in
concert, man-wo-man?
If concluding there is no such thing as a coincidence
that in itself is suggestive of there being design everywhere leading back to
you at least very possibly recognizing that you may in fact be not only the
most important person in the world but G-D Him-Herself making again your
concerns no more important than the
Not a single person other than my dog, Pypeetoe
showing up to my party, Dr. John K. Pollard sending me the most pitiful excuse
email thinking I would forgive him because he broke the bank at the racetrack
yesterday; moreover that inviting my wife and as he put it, “and her spouse” picking either
this Saturday or Sunday to join him in his box, Dr. Pollard going on and on by
this celebrity and that celebrity and this ex-president and that our President’s
brother who might show up at our table should I follow the dress code would
distract me from reading him the “riot act”?
Bear in mind my wife when taking off the leash attached to the collar
around my neck had the audacity to suggest that while not stretching herself to
the limit, wearing one outfit after the next to go with color coordinated
G-string panties,
forget all the exotic bras, all because she plans to spend the next couple of
days at our rock cabin and didn’t want to be bothered having to possibly
come back and withdraw bail monies from the bank were the
You know of course when you say the “tTOo”
[sic] words, “I am”
they are another accurate definition of truth as if I were to say, “I am a bum”?
Only you would know exactly what you are, other than
of course G-d.
Furthermore, what is more unforgivable is master of
master artist-painter
First, let me have you take a look at what I sent
earlier to Devin Standard,
the executor of my estate, and when I come back from a walk along the beach
assuming I am not “tTOo” [sic] tired I will upload the rest of what
I have to say on to this “spy” hyperlink.
The Spy
a rather interesting play by Bertoit Brecht with the subtitle, “Can anyone be trusted” which
my wife pointed me towards after I awoke from this out of this world dream,
Marie dressed in her birthday suit the only
glimpse
that what I experienced may have been partially true, part of the
“related readings” in a hard copy version of George Orwell’s 1984 which I have yet to read, this dialogue mainly between
a married protestant couple with a child set in Cologne, Germany back in 1935,
interesting indeed.
The need for us now to leverage all the
extraordinary DIStrust that exists in
the world today to make us all transparent “af-raid”
[sic] of nothing not even losing our skins whose decay is a constant reminder
of our commonness no doubt still at odds with those wanting to remain under the
“command and control” of
“DAAC” [sic] forces.
Later
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