Поздравляю всех с Наступающим!!! Снова родные пенаты, раз

Брюнетки в черно-белом правят из-за кулис. И перемещаются в пространстве. Или как сказала в инсте Мила Йовович, - "За каждым из нас стоит - ведьма с черными волосами, мама".

Мать Скарлетт Йохансон.

2. Жена Эрика Крипке. Диана Крипке.

3. Линн Спирс, она же мать Бритни Спирс.

4. Марина Абрамович

5. Мать Кардашьян Крис Дженнер.

6. Мать Милы Йовович Галина Логинова

7. Жена контролер миллиардера Сальма Хайек.

8. Деми Мур.

Мой ответ пользователю Millertime, на его вопрос о том что я думаю о пытках.

My response to Millertime, who asked me what I think about torture. With translate.

Спасибо за рекомендацию. Я была в музее пыток, видела все эти предметы, и читала подробное описание о каждом из них. Я думаю пытки, это конечно неправильно и жестоко. Но как и неврозы в современном мире, они являются ответом человеческой психики, и потребностью, если внутри человека есть совесть, а вокруг насаждаются разные кощунства. При этом я имею ввиду не то, что монахи и инквизиторы были хорошими. А то, что при смене религии на новую, в которой бог притесняется. Совесть внутри простых людей, хотя они и не осозновали этого, страдала, и требовала наказания. Если бы не было пыток, не было бы и религий. Потому что люди бы почувствовали что это неправильная вера и просто не смогли бы в ней жить. Но после пыток, они смогли словно простить себя за это. Пытки были весьма популярны на востоке, в исламе,в средние века. Там это целая культура. В средние века там это было возведено в настоящий культ. И связано это с тем, что в этих пытках у людей, от них страдающих, была потребность. От неправильной веры страдала их совесть, и они таким образом смирялись с тем что видят вокруг, и кому они поклоняются. Нормальный человек не может не чувствовать безбожия, хотя бы на бессознательном уровне. И если его совесть не успокоить, причиненными ему мучениями он просто уничтожит неверную религию, вокруг себя. Поэтому кстати, люди в средние века, менее терпимые к пыткам мужчины просто уезжали в другие страны чтобы воевать в них. Это был предлог покинуть это общество. Когда же появилась возможность эммиграграции потребность в пытках и воинах велась к минимуму. Но это не хорошо. И человек должен оставаться со своей верой один на один, чтобы пострадать от нее и понять что она из себя представляет.

В последнее время я этим много интересуюсь. В контексте взаимоотношений мучителя и жертвы нельзя забывать и об обществе, которое это допускает. Также, что касается сожжения на костре, у древних славян было много обрядов, связанных с огнем. Ребенка клали в печь, если он был болен. Недоношенных детей пеленали в тесто и тоже держали в печи некоторое время. Считалось, что это дает здоровье. Также через костры проводились обряды перехода в иные миры и омоложения… Что касается сожжения на костре в средние века, то сложно сказать, что там происходило… Но огонь — это что-то связанное с верой предков, до современных религий..

Так же нельзя забывать о войнах с масонством, которое происходило в те времена. Многие бежавшие от инквизиции евреи масоны и ведьмы осели на территориях современной Украины. И мы теперь имеем страну, захватившую культурную и религиозную жизнь в России. А после победы в войне с Путиным, они ещё и политическую жизнь у нас захватят, с учётом того что Украина это столица мирового масонства, для ещё все таки, христианской России это будет конечно полный духовный крах. Так как Украинцы, это в большой степени потомки тех, кто один на один со своей верой не остался, а просто эммигрировал

Thank you for the recommendation. I have been to the torture museum, seen all these objects, and read detailed descriptions of each of them. I think torture is of course wrong and cruel. But like neuroses in the modern world, they are a response of the human psyche, and a need, if there is a conscience inside a person, and various blasphemies are imposed around. At the same time, I do not mean that monks and inquisitors were good. But that when changing religion to a new one, in which God is oppressed. The conscience inside ordinary people, although they did not realize it, suffered, and demanded punishment. If there were no torture, there would be no religions. Because people would feel that this is the wrong faith and simply could not live in it. But after torture, they were able to forgive themselves for it. Torture was very popular in the East, in Islam, in the Middle Ages. There it is a whole culture. In the Middle Ages it was elevated to a real cult. And this is connected with the fact that the people who suffered from these tortures needed them. Their conscience suffered from the wrong faith and they thus resigned themselves to what they saw around them and to whom they worshiped. A normal person cannot help but feel that religion is wrong, at least on a subconscious level. And if his conscience is not calmed by the tortures inflicted on him, he will simply destroy the wrong religion. That is why, by the way, people in the Middle Ages, men who were less tolerant of torture, simply left for other countries to fight in them. It was an excuse to leave this society. When the opportunity for emigration arose, the need for torture and warriors was reduced to a minimum. But this is not good. And a person must remain alone with his faith in order to suffer from it and understand what it is.

We also cannot forget about the wars with Freemasonry that took place at that time. Many Jews, Freemasons and witches who fled from the Inquisition settled in the territories of modern Ukraine. And now we have a country that has captured the cultural and religious life in Russia. And after the victory in the war with Putin, they will also capture our political life, given that Ukraine is the capital of world Freemasonry, for still Christian Russia this will of course be a complete spiritual collapse. Since Ukrainians are, to a large extent, the descendants of those who were not left alone with their faith, but simply emigrated

Расстались-нерасстались или о чем поет Майли Сайрус.

We broke up and didn't break up. Or what is Miley Cyrus singing about?

Какое то время я следила за одноим российским  и актером. Так как человек я дотошный, а влюбленность длилась долго. Я смогла пронаблюдать и изучить многие факты, схемы, вообщем все то, что составляет систему масонских публичных взаимоотношений. Ну и на его примере могу теперь оценивать те или иные «громкие расставания». Как в России, так и за рубежом. Принцип здесь один. Ну во-первых что стоит понять и уяснить раз и навсегда – почти все, что публичные люди озвучивают в сми о своей личной жизни – ложь. Геи часто женятся, и публично заводят детишек. Ну а люди, чьи отношения перешли на новый, более серьезный уровень, объявляют о расставании. При чем достаточно громко, с поливанием друг друга помоями и скандалом. Это необходимо, чтобы один из партнеров, который не является масоном еще (как правило это женщина) прошел через публичное унижение, и масоном стал. После чего уже возможно совместное рождение детишек, с воспитанием их в масонских ценностях, ну и просто любовь-морковь до гроба. Давайте рассмотрим «расставание» Джонни Деппа и Эмбер Херд. Итак, они достаточно долго «встречаются». Целых 10 лет!! Что для Голливуда огромный срок. А потом «внезапно» оказываются на суде, где Джонни рассказывает о том, как кто-то ходил по большому прямо в кровать. При этом Эмбер слушает это с видом жертвенной овцы выставленной на закланье, мило улыбается и смотрит в пол. Ни одна нормальная девушка не стала бы реагировать на подобное так спокойно!! А Эмбер даже эмоций никаких не показала! Далее, после суда, Эмбер внезапно пропадает с радаров. И появляется уже в Европе, в компании парочки детишек. Вроде бы как даже ее! Откуда дети?? Нам втирают про суррогатную мать. Действительно, первое что хочется сделать выйдя из зала суда, где ты со скандалом рассталась с кем-то, имея долг в десятки миллионов, это нанять суррогатную мать и родить от себя. Ну а че? Нормальная же реакция? Ну а Джонни Депп встречается … Ах, да, ни с кем он не встречается. Целибат. Более чем сомнительное расставание. Большие сомнения у меня так же на счет Майли Сайрус и Лайама Хеймсворта. Опять же срок – 10 лет, внезапность. Ну и обоюдное одиночество до сих пор. Крайне сомнительно. Нет таких примеров масса. Нужно просто открыть глаза и их увидеть…

For some time I followed a Russian actor. Since I am a meticulous person, my love lasted probably at least 2 years. I was able to observe and study many facts, diagrams, in general, everything that makes up the system of Masonic public relations. Well, using his example, I can now evaluate certain “high-profile breakups.” Both in Russia and abroad. There is only one principle here. Well, first of all, what is worth understanding and understanding once and for all is that EVERYTHING that public people voice in the media about their personal lives is a LIE. Gays definitely get married and publicly have children. Well, people whose relationships have moved to a new, more serious level announce separation. And quite loudly, with slop thrown at each other and a scandal. This is necessary so that one of the partners who is not yet a Freemason (usually a woman) goes through public humiliation and becomes a Freemason. After which it is already possible to have children together, raising them in Masonic values, and just love-carrots to the grave. Let's look at the "breakup" of Johnny Depp and Amber Heard. So, they have been “dating” for quite some time. A whole 10 years!! Which is a huge time for Hollywood. And then “suddenly” they find themselves in court, where Johnny talks about how someone walked straight into bed. At the same time, Amber listens to this with the air of a sacrificial sheep exposed for slaughter, smiles sweetly and looks at the floor. No normal girl would react to something like this so calmly!! And Amber didn’t even show any emotions! Then, after the trial, Amber suddenly disappears from the radar. And he appears in Europe, in the company of a couple of children. It seems like even hers! Amber!! Where are the maza faka children from? Immaculate Conception? They are telling us about a surrogate mother. Indeed, the first thing you want to do after leaving the courtroom, where you broke up with someone in a scandal, having a debt of tens of millions, is to hire a surrogate mother and give birth to yourself. So what? Is this a normal reaction? Well Johnny Depp is dating... Oh yeah, he's not dating anyone. Celibacy. And the funny thing is that people swallow all this completely calmly. I also have big doubts about Miley Cyrus and Liam Heymsworth. Again, the term is 10 years. Suddenness. Well, there is still mutual loneliness. Yes Yes. Extremely doubtful. And there are many such examples. You just need to open your eyes and see them...

Дорогие читатели, хочу у Вас узнать, на какую тему Вам интересно было бы прочитать мою следующую конспо статью? Что Вам больше нравится? Разбор кино, может какого то конкретно, или книг? Может интересна тема пиратов, или религия? Закопанные дома? Допотопная цивилизация, или какие то конкретно вопросы? Масоны? Новости мировой политики, мистические истории рассказ, вообщем пишите в комментариях, буду очень рада написать стати по Вашим заявкам.

Dear readers, I want to know from you, what topic would you be interested in reading my next conspo article? What do you like more? Analysis of movies, maybe some specific ones, or books? Maybe the topic of pirates, or religion? Buried houses? Antediluvian civilization, or some specific questions? Masons? News of world politics, mystical stories, stories, in general, write in the comments, I will be very glad to write articles on your requests.

Родные пенаты

My fan-art on Supernatural.. All text.

"Our last task"...

A short preface.

What is matter? And what is primary – matter or spirit? Christian doctrine asserts that matter is primary. And we have a completely bodily Christ. With his wounds, blood, death. God-man, god-body. Embodied life. Life that you can touch with your hands. A life that is demonstrable, materialized. Our entire science, despite the atheism it proclaims, is also built on faith in the body, faith in “Christ,” faith in the body, which scientists call the primary atom. That is, matter consists of molecules. Molecule made of atoms. Well, the primary atom, which in turn no longer decays into other atoms, consists of itself. Well, all modern science is built on faith in this primary atom, which does not decay into other, smaller ones. The only question is that scientists have not yet found this very atom. And any matter, upon closer examination, brazenly and with impunity continues to disintegrate into these same particles ad infinitum. In a word, we are not able to see matter. So they didn’t find it because she wasn’t there? Or are the microscopes small? One can hope for technical imperfections. There is nothing else left for us. Is the material world real? In all his defenselessness, in front of a sinner who so desires this world? Or is it available only to those who have become safe for it? And those who are dangerous, for example you and me, are left to wander forever in the labyrinth of our dreams, which we so mistakenly call life?

                       Heaven.

Sam's car slid smoothly across the gray gravel. The sun in the distance was slowly setting. Led Zeppelin was playing at full blast in Sam's car. He took a sip from the now empty bottle of whiskey, and, cursing, threw it onto the next seat. Sam slammed the steering wheel sharply and swayed to the beat of the chorus, he even sang along. The usual male hysteria. Tears flowed down his unshaven cheeks, and his hands slammed the steering wheel again and again.“Just don’t stop, just don’t stop,” was pounding in his head.

It was as if the sun, which still did not want to go into sunset, somehow depended on his movement.

Suddenly, time seemed to slow down, the picture outside the windows turned gray, as if it was already dusk, and he saw a brightly dressed prostitute standing on the highway. As if submitting to the new flow of time, without realizing it, he slowly stopped. For some time the woman, as if indecisive, still stood on the highway, timidly looking around, but then she nevertheless headed in his direction.

“She’s still almost a child,” was all he had time to think.

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- “Look here I’m saying! "-

the elderly officer shone the light of a table lamp in his face. With great difficulty, Sam raised his bloody face. His hands were handcuffed and pressed between his knees. Sam sat hunched over, covering one eye from the bright light, and for some reason even tried to smile at the policeman. Usually this worked...

- Oh, to hell with you! “The policeman was clearly tired of this interrogation and was rubbing his right hand.- Take him away! He commanded, and a moment later Sam found himself on the floor of a dirty and dark cell. It had no bed.

- But does it really matter now? - When Dean was gone, and the sharp pain of memories again cut into the brain, tears flowed from the eyes, and that beer bar appeared before the eyes again.

                                                             __

- Our last task. Dean picked up the glass of whiskey, smiled, and poured it into himself.Sam was sober, and again and again looked around, looking for the slightest danger. He almost hated Dean for his carelessness at this moment, and was ready to swear at him.

“Just a demon girl.” “Dean added, finally stopping smiling.

- Just relax.

Well, then everything is as always. You could say it's a routine. The crunch of broken ribs, the scream of a demon. The task was actually quite easy.

Several blood stains stained the demon girl's long white shirt (who else wears something like that? he thought). She jumped, squealed, and seemed to laugh at what was happening. Sam felt her insides being torn apart and thought he would miss that feeling. He delivered the final, decisive blow. Everything was over. But suddenly Dean, who was standing next to him, swayed strangely, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth in a thin stream, and Sam saw an ax stuck in his back. Dean staggered and slowly fell to the dirty floor. Some man, having dealt him this blow, now simply stood, staring blankly at the girl’s figure.

No need to explain what happened next. Sam dealt with him quite easily, it seemed that the man did not even resist. When the crunching of the ribs subsided, reality inevitably washed over Sam.

- Dean is no more.

-Dean is no more

And this reality again hit him in the temples on the floor of the prison cell.

- God, how stupid! After all, we weren’t even supposed to do this task then. Sometimes Sam became immersed in what had happened and imagined that everything was happening differently. That he, Sam acts differently. And now they are together again, driving in their Impala. At such moments his face took on a confused, stupid look, but then it all came back again. And tears flowed down his cheeks again. Sam had long ago lost track of time, and even under torture, he could hardly say how long he spent in his cell. Maybe a day, or maybe an eternity? A dim light bulb swayed sluggishly under the ceiling, and slightly illuminated the gray walls of the cell, while everything else simply drowned in darkness...                    

                    Hell.

- Well, get up! A door slammed somewhere and Sam saw the policeman who had interrogated him the day before.

- Listen here, bastard, thank this young lady, otherwise you would have to rot in prison until the end of time...

- These damn values ​​are “forgiveness”, I would rot you with people like you, but how can I not obey such a sweet creature?

The policeman took a step to the side, and Sam saw the very same prostitute behind him. More precisely, it seemed so to him. The girl's face seemed vaguely familiar to him. But everything else... A perfectly straight back. Strict pose. Hair gathered tightly. Under the chin is a white blouse collar with a small brooch and a black chopper (do they still wear this?). Dark pencil skirt below the knees. She bowed her head slightly and smiled looking into his face with the trademark smile of an active Mormon...

- We'll save you! - her look seemed to say.

Time slowed down a little again, and Sam involuntarily crawled back a little. His back and shoulders immediately became covered with sweat, but the officer’s voice brought him back to reality again.- Thank this young lady, she said that she will not file a report against you for attempted rape. Maybe you could at least apologize to her?

“He won’t apologize,” she said quickly.

-Can we go?

- Still, Ma'am, this is not according to the rules. But if you really have no complaints, I simply do not have the right to detain you. Are you sure?

She looked at him sternly and did not deign to answer. Sam himself didn’t know whether to be happy or upset, but simply silently followed her deep into the dark corridor after the guard unlocked the door to his cell.

- Marie. She introduced herself with the same smile. She slowed down a little, waiting for Sam to walk around her completely unremarkable light gray car and follow her. The door slammed shut and Marie hit the gas.

-Where are we going? – that was all Sam could say, but the stranger did not deign to answer him.

He tried to open the door, but thought -

- Does it really matter? And he just started looking out the car window.

It was difficult to understand what time it was, but judging by the light gray fog and the faded, slightly bluish sky, it was early morning. At first, the stranger looked at Sam and made ridiculous attempts to smile, baring her white teeth. But then she just began to look thoughtfully at the road. Sam experienced an incomparable sense of peace; he fell into a light slumber, and from this the salon suddenly began to illuminate with sunlight. The light became brighter, almost unbearable, and at that moment Sam woke up. The stranger turned her face to him, smiled artificially, and Sam again felt the peace and grayness that reigned around him. Focusing his gaze on her teeth, he finally woke up.

It’s strange, but despite her attractiveness, he didn’t feel any desire or interest in her at all.

- This is our small community. Mary's car pulled off the road and Sam saw a small two-story house. The facade of the house was made very simply and had a light beige tint.

- John will show you your room. You can stop here for now. Mary put on her Mormon smile again and walked towards the house.

- So Stop! What the hell am I doing?

- Who are you anyway? Road prostitute! That's who you are!

- I'm Sam Winchester, damn it! I'm not going to hang out in your shithole! What do you have there, a brothel? Sam's voice broke into a scream. He turned sharply and headed towards the car. The door slammed behind him, and he slammed the wheel.

-Okay, cry, - the girl said quietly, without moving from her place, but only smiling slightly, this time only a little more sincerely.

                  Your room 34.

- That is how we live. Standing in the passage of the room, John shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.

- Are you Sir, without things? You will be assigned number rom 34.

- We have lunch at exactly 12. And please don’t be late. The Madam doesn't like this.

- Sir, is there anything else I can help you with... - but Sam had already slammed the door in front of him.

The sun was already shining with all its might into the small square window, but thanks to the dark gray walls, the light no longer blinded it. Still, Sam pulled the light curtain.

- What would Dean do in my place? But Dean was gone, and Sam began to look blankly towards the window, leaning slightly on the door.

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- Allow me to introduce you to a new member of our community. "Mistress" stood at the head of a long table

on the other side of Sam, and like everyone else, she was holding a glass of red wine in her hand.

- Sam Winchester!

- Welcome, Sam Winchester! The people standing along the table unanimously tur ned their gazes from the former “Prostitute” to him.

After which everyone sat down in unison and began to eat in silence. And only Mary continued to look at Sam with a satisfied smile.

Only now Sam noticed that Mary seemed pregnant.

“Well, there was someone here to get pregnant,” he thought and began to look around.

The walls of all the rooms in the building were the same gray color as in Sam's room. And in the center of the dining room-living room hung a portrait of “Marie”, and it was simply huge in size.

- Do you like the portrait?

- Oh yes, it’s a pity that the windows didn’t allow you to hang a larger portrait.

- Don’t be sarcastic, it’s not me at all.

- Then who?

- My sister. We have portraits of her all over the house. Her name is Sophie. It’s just a pity that she herself doesn’t deserve to come here. These portraits are my love for her.

-Where is she? He probably works somewhere far from here.

- She's a prostitute. Marie buried her eyes in her plate, and her palms trembled slightly.

Everyonek at the table looked at each other.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. But Marie threw her head back and laughed.

She laughed for a long time, until suddenly her laughter stopped as suddenly as it had begun.

One of those sitting in the hall, who apparently was a doctor, quickly approached her.

- Today is such an important day, you shouldn’t be nervous.

- Am I upset? I am very happy and cheerful. I might even show Sam our house myself. And she confidently rose from the table and led him behind her.

The days slowly passed. Of course he planned to leave. Sam even talked to her about it. Marie answered, anxiously looking away, that if he leaves, the police will arrest him again, since he was taken by her for a reason, but with the promise of a positive influence on him from the community.

Sam Winchester himself will be arrested? – he again remembered the days on the floor of the prison cell, and although the threat sounded simply ridiculous, for some reason he cooled down a little. Besides, next to her he felt the same peace that he had felt then in the car. Dean's death was once again shrouded in veil, and he could listen to it for a long time, enjoying his peace. At first he tried to answer her something, to delve into it, even to argue, but the Lady did not tolerate any objections. And over time, he simply gave up trying.

Besides, where should he go? After all, he is so tired. Terribly tired.

- Demons in your head.

- You must learn to believe in people.

- Community is a collective mind, that’s what will lead you to the truth.

- How long do you think you spent in the cell?

- Everything repeats itself over and over again. She spoke.

At the same time, no matter how important “society” or “society” was, Marie herself was clearly the head of her community.

At her approach, the inhabitants of the house usually fell silent and bowed their heads. Over time, first as a joke, and then out of habit, Sam began to do the same. He even participated in some of the "community" rituals. A couple of months passed like this. It’s hard to say for sure, but “Mari’s” belly has finally grown. It seemed unthinkable to Sam to ask who the father was. And yet, all this was strange and somehow alarming.

                             Safi.

In the end, one day, he just got behind the wheel and drove wherever his eyes led him.

Sam's car slid smoothly across the gray gravel. The sun was slowly setting over the horizon, and the radio was playing in his car. Something cheerful. Sam tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music and sang along. He drove for quite a long time, but did not encounter any signs of civilization on his way. No motels, not even gas stations. Tired of the trip, he simply turned back. Sam was dying to sleep. It was starting to get dark, and when he was about to reach the community, he saw that same prostitute on the road, “Sophie” it seems. She walked along the highway, waddling, right in the middle of the road towards him.She put her left hand forward, urging him to stop. And with her right hand she supported her huge belly. Her hair was wet, and her face expressed complete despair. Sam immediately stopped, and at that moment "Sophie" fell to the ground. From her heart-rending scream, he realized that she was going into labor.

- I must take her to the community immediately. He thought.

- I will help you. Wait a minute. He picked her up and quickly brought her into the car.

For a moment she looked at him with the same fear, but then her features were again distorted by a grimace of pain, Sophie clutched her stomach with both hands and writhed in contractions.

- I will take you to our community.

- Just don't take me there.

- Your sister is there. She will help you.

But Sophie, looking at him with genuine horror, trying to get out, hit the car door with her hand with the last of her strength. After which her strength finally left her, and she passed out.

- John, where is the Lady?

- She is absent.

John opened the front door for Sam, and Sam shuffled awkwardly in the threshold.

- Her sister is here! She gives birth.

As luck would have it, a fine, nasty rain started dripping from the darkened gray sky.

- Sophie is prohibited from being on the territory of the community.

- Please wait! But John had already begun to close the heavy front door. Sam quickly pushed her with his hand and burst into the house.

- Hey! Anybody! The house seemed empty. It was as if there was not a soul in it. Sam rushed absurdly through the corridors.

-John, listen, there’s a woman in the car, she needs help.  

- John took the flashlight and walked slowly with Sam to the car. The rain had already intensified and the two of them, a bright orange spot, made their way through its veil.

When Sam suddenly opened the door, there was no one in the car.

                    New Born.

Sam spent the next two days in a fever. Apparently this rain finally finished him off. He was tossing around in bed and delirious. Sophie's broken face would sometimes appear in front of him, and he would again raise his hand to strike. Then he heard Marie's laughter, and at that moment Sophie's face acquired the bestial grin of the demon girl she and Dean had killed once. He grabbed her neck and tried to choke her. A little more and everything will be fine again. But the neck was wet and the hand constantly slipped.

But my neck was wet and my hand kept slipping. He sank his teeth into her neck and growled. A strange feeling of hatred, and arousal at the same time. There was a part of Sam that was afraid of what was happening, but he was irresistibly drawn to it. Eventually he saw himself running along the highway, in the grip of some almost primal horror, and woke up.

- Sam, Sam wake up!

- Good morning! The morning sun filled the room with a soft whitish light. Marie stood opposite Sam's bed and smiled.

-How are you feeling? Today is such a wonderful day, you definitely have to come down for breakfast. Her mood was filled with festive elation.

- We are waiting for you. And she, gently running her hand over his cheek, hurriedly left the room. She no longer had a belly.

-And was there a belly? He wondered.

- Does this matter?

Sam slowly sat down on the bed and began to pull on his trousers.- A hearty breakfast is all I need right now. That was all he thought at that moment.

All these children, these births, all this is just a ridiculous dream. He decided.

                           New Dean.

But already on the way to the living room he heard a child crying. Having entered the room, he stopped. The walls and floor were covered with something white; in the center of the living room there was the same long table, this time covered with a white tablecloth. The sun illuminated the entire room with an even white light.

At the head of the table stood Marie, in a long black dress, holding a crying naked baby in her outstretched arms, high above her head. He was crying heart-rendingly, but she didn’t even think about calming him down. There were men on both sides of her, and the same strange smile was frozen on the faces of these people.

- Salute his father! She said.

- We welcome you! Those in the hall spoke.Sam's left leg gave way and he awkwardly walked towards the "table".

Marie looked up at him and at that moment a shiver of horror ran down his spine from her strange smile.

- This is redemption! She said solemnly.

Sam felt like he was suffocating.

- General redemption! Others in the room spoke. And their hands began to touch the baby’s body.

Obeying a strange impulse, Sam also touched the child’s forehead with his hand. Then, as if waking up, he sharply recoiled and saw fangs appear on the faces of those present. Needle-sharp teeth pierced the baby’s white body, and with a sharp jerk, someone more agile tore a piece of meat from his flesh.

Marie stood at the head, swaying slightly and laughing, flashing huge fangs like spears. Her face was splattered with blood. But Sam was unable to return his gaze to what he saw.

He jerked sharply and threw the first chair he found at some vampire. He was feeling nauseous.

He must run away from here. It doesn’t matter where, the main thing is to run. He rushed away. Oddly enough, no one tried to block his way. He didn’t even remember how he ended up on the highway.

-This highway doesn’t end in this direction. He thought. And he ran in the opposite direction. It was starting to be a clear day. Sam ran along the road, not remembering himself, as if in delirium. Periodically he stumbled, fell and ran again. It is unknown how much time has passed. Suddenly he saw a bar in the distance. “Billy’s” had a window flashing invitingly.

Sam looked around anxiously, looking for the slightest danger. He was angry and ready to hit Dean for his carelessness.

- Our last task. – Dean picked up the glass of whiskey and poured it into himself.

-It’s just a demon girl, relax. He added, stopping smiling. And Sam heard a painfully familiar squeal.  

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-Listen, I’m really sorry, we did everything we could… I’m really really sorry for your brother, I’ll leave you for a while. The doctor put something on the table and left the room.

-Sammy, no... Dean was sitting over his brother's bed and tightly squeezing his hand.

Next to his bed there was a device on which a green stripe glowed with what the doctor had just voiced.

Sam lay flat. Before his mind's eye, the gray strip of the highway was already twisting with might and main…..

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Стихи мои.

Ты прямо в сердце,

Ты словно под кожу,

А я кричу лишь - "Отдельно можем!"

Твой запах тела,

Твой запах кожи,

Какая пытка - "Отдельно можем"...

My art...

You are into my heart,

You are under my skin,

And I cry only -

"Separatly can"

Your body odor,

Your small skin,

What are torture?

"Separatly can"...

Ваал-насильник. Как герой кино и сериалов.

Baal the rapist. Like a hero from movies and TV series.

Ну для начала вглядитесь в лицо Валаала-демона со средневековой гравюры. А теперь на персонажа-архитектора, из последней картины Фрэнсиса Форда Копполы, Метролополис.

Well, first, look at the face of Valaal the demon from a medieval engraving. And now at the architect character from Francis Ford Coppola's latest film, Metropolis.

Узнаете знакомые черты? Сходство здесь не только внешнее конечно же, но и сценарий так сказать жизни весьма сопоставим. Вот кстати как рисует невеста Джулия, своего тогда еще только кумира Цезаря. Точнее, это ее карикатура, которую она ему прислала.

Do you recognize familiar features? The similarity here is not only external, of course, but also the scenario of life, so to speak, is quite comparable. By the way, this is how the bride Julia draws her then only idol Caesar. More precisely, this is her caricature, which she sent to him.

Не знаю видно ли на скрин, но там она пририсовала ему рога. А когда она делала этот шарж, ее подруга спросила ее - Дьявол?

I don't know if you can see it on the screen, but she drew horns on him. And when she was doing this cartoon, her friend asked her - The Devil?

А вот еще россиянский сериал с Милошем Биковичем в главной роли, Дайте Шоу. В котором сюжет метролополиса, повторен почти во всем. Но дело тут не в плагиат конечно же, а просто в том что персонаж, и соответственно перепетии его жизни одни и те же. Сам Бикович, так и сказал в интервью недавно - мой персонаж в сериале Дайте Шоу, это Валаал. Просто акценты в сериале смещены в сторону изнасилования. Ну фильм Копполы в целом про жизнь. Даже антогонисты в сериале и фильме очень похожи. И внешне и характеры, и эпизоды с ними. В мегалополис это брат Цезаря в исполнении Шайло Ла Бафа. В Дайте Шоу это Паша журналист, в исполнении Николая Савостюка.

Here is another Russian series with Milos Bikovic in the leading role, Give Ou. In which the plot of the metropolis is repeated in almost everything. But it is not a matter of plagiarism of course, but simply that the character, and accordingly the twists and turns of his life are the same. Bikovic himself said so in an interview recently - my character in the series Give Show is Valaal. It's just that the emphasis in the series is shifted towards rape. Well, Coppola's film is generally about life. Even the antagonists in the series and the film are very similar. Both in appearance and in characters, and in episodes with them. In the megalopolis it is Caesar's brother, played by Shiloh La Beauf. In Give Show it is Pasha the journalist, played by Nikolai Savostyuk.

Как в фильме Копполы, так и в сериале главный герой сталкивается с арестом и обвинениями в изнасиловании, фальсификациях со стороны своего антогониста, неудавшимся покушением на его жизнь в виде выстрела. Ну и рождением ребенка со своей влиятельной женой. И там и там он звезда, и в конечном итоге победитель. Супругу в нашем сериале исполнила Тостоганова.

In both Coppola's film and the series, the main character faces arrest and rape charges, falsifications by his antagonist, a failed attempt on his life in the form of a gunshot. And the birth of a child with his influential wife. In both cases, he is a star and ultimately a winner. The wife in our series is played by Tostoganova.

То есть в масонской повестке сейчас кино про Ваала. Обратимся же к Википедии о том что же это за персонаж.

Поклонение Ваалу было популярно в Египте с позднего Нового царства около 1400 г. до н. э. до его конца (1075 г. до н. э.). Благодаря влиянию арамейцев , которые заимствовали вавилонское произношение Бел, бог в конечном итоге стал известен как греческий Белос, отождествляемый с Зевсом.

Бог громовержец. С супругой Астартой, ставшей позднее Иштар.

Ваал по сути ассоциировался с солнцем и штормами, Астарот — с сексом и плодородием . Как боги природы, подпитываемые демоническими духами, они утверждали, что «развились» из первобытного водного хаоса. Поклонение обоим было одновременно и грубо распущенным, и крайне жестоким.

Этот бог описывался, как могущественный воин – на многочисленных дошедших до нас изображениях в одной руке над головой он держит булаву, а в другой – копье в виде молнии.

Вот кстати кадры из кино

So, the Masonic agenda now includes a movie about Baal. Let's turn to Wikipedia to find out what kind of character this is.

Baal worship was popular in Egypt from the late New Kingdom around 1400 BC to its end (1075 BC). Due to the influence of the Aramaeans, who borrowed the Babylonian pronunciation of Bel, the god eventually became known as the Greek Belos, identified with Zeus.

The thunder god. With his wife Astarte, who later became Ishtar.

Baal was essentially associated with the sun and storms, Astaroth with sex and fertility. As gods of nature, fueled by demonic spirits, they claimed to have "evolved" from the primeval watery chaos. The worship of both was both grossly licentious and extremely cruel.

This god was described as a powerful warrior - in numerous surviving images he holds a mace above his head in one hand and a spear in the form of lightning in the other.

Here are some stills from the movie

Ну и к Зевсу. And go Zeus.

Кстати в изнасилованиях и загулах частенько обвинялся.

Ну а Иштар-Венера. Это жена. Зевс это главный масонский бог и идол. Да и люди на мой взгляд по сути своей поклоняются ему до сих пор.

Возможно есть еще какие-то фильмы о нем родимом. Пишите в комментариях, может что вспомните.

By the way, he was often accused of rape and binges.

Well, and Ishtar-Venus. This is the wife. Zeus is the main Masonic god and idol. And people, in my opinion, essentially worship him to this day.

Perhaps there are some other films about him. Write in the comments, maybe you remember something.

Разбор кино. "Достать ножи". Масонские смыслы.

Film analysis. "Knives out". Masonic meaning.

Вчера посмотрела фильм-детектив, с Анной де Армас в главной роли. Фильм понравился. Оставляет приятное послевкусие, как и все современное европейское кино. Обзор для тех кто фильм смотрел. Не то чтобы я с таким взглядом на вещи согласна. Но, так сказать, чуть приоткрою для Вас задумку создателей.

Дабы Вы, все мои несколько человек читателей, к плебсу не относились. Итак. Сюжет - милая Марта девушка-сиделка, после смерти писателя-миллионера Харлана Тромби, получает в наследство все его мильоны, и дом в придачу. А нанятый, неизвестно кем супер-детектив Бенуа Блант, доказывает ее непричастность к его смерти.

ХЭППИ ЭНД!!

Родные ни с чем, но все счастливы.

А теперь собственно к масонским смыслам. Писатель - это дед. В особом понимании этого слова. Человек прошаренный в масонских схемах успешной жизни. И просто - идеал человек, красавчик. Во-первых, сиделка его убила. Хотя формально горло он перерезал себе сам. Сделал он это осознанно, как и отдал ей мильоны, дабы таким способом, оградить ее от своего внука Хью Рэнсона. Которому она, как он сразу увидел, приходилась суженой по судьбе. Таким образом он от нее откупился. И настроил внука против красотки на всю оставшуюся жизнь. Так сказать, оградил. Даже для этого засадив на время в тюрьму.

Зачем откупился? А затем что, человек она нехороший. Убийца, и искательница своей выгоды. Такой спутницы для внучка, мастер Тромби не хотел. И ради того чтобы оградить родственника, даже пожертвовал собой.

Детектив Бенуа Блант, тоже не последний в масонских схемах человек, задумку мастера увидел, и уже после смерти помог воплотить. Кстати, нанял его сам писатель, если кто не понял. Зачем по Вашему он водил ее смотреть видео, дав его удалить? Или привел на место, и дал замести свои следы?

Сиделка Марта подговаривала старика Тромби на протяжении долгого времени снять с довольствия своих близких.

Вот что он говорит ей накануне смерти.

-Я кое-что сделал, перерезал пуповину всем четверым. Как ты мне и советовала. Конечно нужно было толкать Уолта, чтобы он сам писал книги, как ты мне и советовала...Быть отцом для Джонни, как ты тоже мне советовала... Рэнсон, внук, сколько же от меня в этом парне.

-Я смерти не боюсь, (тут он достает нож), но хочется что то исправить перед концом. Играть в жизнь как в игру, без последствий. Закрыть книгу с хлопком. Тут он втыкает нож в стол. И это еще до того как она вколола ему инъекцию. Он уже все рассчитал. И даже гонорар уже отправил детективу.

Так же Марта, не могла не знать, что он переписал завещание на ее имя.

Она берет 2 пузырька с лекарствами. И так как они выглядят совершенно одинаково, естественно должна прочитать надписи, прежде чем делать укол. Но Марта же почему-то их не читает. И по ее словам путает дозировки... Как мило. И путает смертельно, о чем сразу же сообщает старичку. Детектив потом скажет что она отличала их по оттенку. Но это бред. Они одинаковы, и она должна была их прочитать. А раз прочитала, ее фраза что мол перепутала выглядит полным бредом! Она осознанно шла на убийство!

Долгое время обрабатывая старика на тему своей несчастной судьбы она рассчитывала примерно на такой исход ситуации. Что он будучи "дедом" видел изначально.

Ну а дальше все понятно. Из тюрьмы Рэнсон вскоре выйдет, да и средства свои семья со временем восстановит. Но важный опыт взаимодействия с женщинами, и то как это бывает опасно Рэнсон получит.

Yesterday I watched a detective film starring Ana de Armas. I liked the film. It leaves a pleasant aftertaste, like all modern European cinema. A review for those who have seen the film. Not that I agree with this view of things. But, so to speak, I will slightly open up the creators' idea for you. So that you, all my few readers, do not belong to the plebs. So.

The plot is - sweet Martha, a nurse, after the death of the millionaire writer Harlan Thrombey, inherits all his millions, and a house to boot. And super-detective Benoit Blunt, hired by no one knows who, proves her innocence in his death.

HAPPY END!! Relatives with nothing, but everyone is happy.

And now to the Masonic meanings.

The writer is a grandfather. In a special sense of the word. A man well versed in Masonic schemes for a successful life. And simply an ideal man, a handsome man. The nurse killed him. Although formally he cut his own throat. He did it consciously. To protect his grandson, Hugh Ransom, from her. To whom she was destined by fate as a companion, which he immediately saw. Thus, he sacredly bought himself off from her. And set his grandson against the beauty for the rest of his life. Saved it. And opened his eyes to what kind of person she was.

Why did he do it?

Because she is a bad person. A murderer, and a seeker of her own gain. Master Thrombey did not want such a companion for his grandson. And to protect his relative, he even sacrificed himself.

Detective Benoit Blunt, also not the last person in Masonic schemes, saw the master's idea, and after his death helped to implement it. By the way, the writer himself hired him, if anyone did not understand. Why do you think he took her to watch the video and let her delete it? Or did he bring her to the place and let her cover up her tracks?

Nurse Martha had been trying to persuade old man Thrombey to stop giving money to his loved ones for a long time. Here's what he tells her before he dies.

-I did something, I cut the umbilical cords of all four of them. Just like you advised me to. Of course, I should have pushed Walt to write his own books, just like you advised me to... To be a father to Johnny, just like you advised me to... Ranson, grandson, how much of me is in this guy. -I'm not afraid of death (here he takes out a knife), but I want to fix something before the end. To play life like a game, without consequences. To close the book with a bang.

Here he sticks the knife into the table.

And this is before she gives him the injection. He's already calculated everything.

And he even sent the fee to the detective. Martha also couldn't help but know that he had rewritten the will in her name.

She takes 2 medicine bottles. And since they look exactly the same, she naturally has to read the labels before giving the injection. But for some reason Martha doesn't read them. And according to her, she mixes up the dosages... How cute. And she mixes them up fatally, which she immediately tells the old man. The detective will then say that she could tell them apart by their shades. But that's nonsense. They are the same, and she had to read them. And since she did, her phrase that she mixed them up looks like complete nonsense! She was deliberately going to commit murder!

For a long time, she was processing the old man about her unhappy fate, counting on approximately this outcome of the situation. What he, being a "grandfather", saw from the start.

Well, then everything is clear. Ranson will soon be released from prison, and the family will eventually restore their funds. But Ranson will get important experience in interacting with women, and how dangerous it can be.