From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, August 4, 2005 11:55 PM PT
To:
Demetrius Phillips
Cc: rest;
Ageoffri@anderson.ucla.edu; Nicholas Oppenheimer - DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC]; President@whitehouse.gov; FBI; VSchiff@wetherlycapital.com; Eliot Spitzer - Attorney General of New York State; Kenneth Standard Esq. - President of the New York State Bar Association; Roger Hedgecock; Eric Van Den Berg Esq. - Bell, Dewar & Hall; Stephen Cohen - Codiam Inc.; Bernieg@tpg.com.au; Tony Leon MP - Leader of the Democratic Alliance - Republic of South Africa; Mark Gevisser - The Nation's southern African correspondant; national@latimes.com; Whitman Knapp Esq. - Office of Attorney General; Valerie Schulte Esq. - National Association of Broadcasters; Trevor Manuel - South Africa's Minister of Finance
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 controlnor 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 Ron Burkle or for that matter any of the members of the board of Directors of Wetherly Capital Group who believed there was a very good possibility I would have dropped off at surely one office of the FBI at least one package of the material referenced in last evening’s broadcasted communiqué that each and every one of them know perfectly well their gravy train is over, kaput, should the Federal Bureau of Investigation decide to do the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and simply fulfill their mandate to investigate the most serious of crimes, able to count on support from the President of the United States who is absolutely correct in suggesting that while our brave young service people “die like flies”, not even close, we should be teaching at our schools “Intelligent Design” extraordinarily compatible with Evolution, helped along the way with people such as myself “landing a hand” [sic] able to logically thought process applying the highest levels of SMART beginning with Science and Mathematics followed by Art, Religion and Technology to help keep things in their proper perspective.

 

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 mEin 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 FBI wondering what in G-D’s name were they going to do if my extraordinarily sexy, elegant, eloquent, 1/32nd Huron Indian, 31/32nd outbred French Canadian, athlete of athlete, artist-painter, designer, Client-Partner wife had not forced me to make love to her most of the day in her one of a kind slay bed over in our second residence commonly referred to as the Tree House beginning at the crack of dawn after she had partied until the wee hours of the morning with her girlfriends from Sebastian Capella’s art class.

 

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 FBI to think placing me in a 15,000 sq/foot padded cell would be “playing things safe”, to mention little of our one group of private bankers already nervous about their competitiveness as the world begins to rock big time in tune with the heartbeat of the universe to mention in passing the Bible possibly being correct when referring one of the first words of G-D following, “Let there be light”, those awesome words, “I am the Lord, thy G-D, G-D is one”.

 

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 Sebastian Capella deciding that he couldn’t be bothered hearing me tell stories about all the other most beautiful and sexy women in the world who run by our Cliff House here in Del Mar, California when he could simply show up at my wife’s “Girls Only” party, my wife and I, assuming you are interested to know, have always maintained separate residences and for several reasons neither of us work, the most important other than neither of us take direction very well, is that we happen to like one another and unlike I wager most people who choose to go out to work because their personal relationship’s suck, we try and spend as much time during the day “to-get-her” [sic] leaving the nights open to imagine how this world could in an instant find peace where just enough of us read what follows next.

 

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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Continuing…