Each year in Trafalgar (fair and) square, London (roped in) Christians celebrate their warmongering saint with a special service at Saint Martin in the fields church. At this service attendees are beckoned to join a disparity covenant of Saint Martin. The stately church, adorned with the Queen’s crest, passes out frayed material in the shape of a red squares to gullible initiate members. To the communist covenant their ‘red square’ (to be confused with communist red square in Moscow) is symbolic of Saint Martin of the (rape) Tours Red cape (Roman soldiers uniform). The wacky sainted French bishop falsely predicted the world would end in 400AD stating that the ‘Anti-Christ had already been born’.
Few would suspect that this church was involved in a secret Genocide campaign to break up and racially mix the lineage of White British peoples through inclusive miscegenation of Marxist African Negroes. Callous, opportunist miscreants who are ushered into the UK from the churches neighboring building Africa House. The churches towering ‘lord of the rings’ spire is clearly phallic, it’s sheath is covered with holes or rings symbolizing sexual penetration.
Outside the main door of the church is an half cut obelisk where a baby carved out of stone rests; inscribed across the east side of the obelisk are the words “word became flesh” which are taken from the biblical verse of John 1:12 .
Facing west to the east of the church there is huge clear plate glass window. Defined and cut but lead strips the window expresses distortion of light (warped reality) that accumulates into the formation of an egg.
Continue reading Covenant of Genocide
Walked best part of day ten miles from Poole to Bournemouth without shoes on my feet before finally arriving at hitch hiking point of dual carriage way junction coincidentally named Cooper Dean roundabout. Dusk had turned to dark so I slept out side a nearby village hall and in the early morning attempted to gain a ride. One man in a coup stopped and only offered a ride to Southampton, another guy with small car filled up with empty drinks cans offered a ride to next junction north but I refused to get in his car.
After sometime waiting in vain for another ride to come I thought it best to try hitch from another junction, I began to walk northwards along dual carriageway keeping to the verge to avoid any traffic. The road was very busy with cars which didn’t seem to be bothered or held up by my presence walking the verge. As I neared the next northward junction (Blackwater junction) just over the river three blue light flashing police cars had pulled up.
Continue reading Bournemouth, St Anns hospital section 136, 2 and tribunal
This is an incomplete list (police stated there have been over seventy) of section 136 and section 2 ‘detainments’ between 2014 – 2015 which have in process taken six months of my life away. Nearing a hundred mental health assessments by 2-3 different psychiatrists and accompanying social worker could not find a major mental illness present with exception of one hospital (Saint Anns, Poole) whom I took to a mental health tribunal and won; resulting in an immediate discharge.
Many times the death cult would ring me in with a fake emergency call to the police with outright lies stating that “I was walking along the motorway ” or “they’d found me hanging off a bridge”; this was often done when I had suddenly walked out of a town / city.
If I was resting on a park in the day I’d be rung in “collapsed” but in reality this was because somebody was wanting me moved on because they viewed me sleeping as ‘unsightly’.
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