(…or, ‘World from the 4th
Dimension’)
(From the Warlords of Syria—2016)
Syria’s WWIII Agenda (al- Assad and Putin)
The report read: “Bashar al Assad, president of Syria a malefic
conqueror with his pal Putin, of Russia is as if they are in cohesion with some
madman from the 4th Dimension, who are pals in world conquest, lest
the leader called Mordieu, whose plans for the world conquest was to start in
Syria, and will make Genghis Khan and his Mongol horde look like armatures.” Said professor
Evens, professor at Los Wanaka University, in Huancayo Peru, for ‘World New Reports’ (February 20th,
2016.)
From
World News Reports, March, 20th, 2016, by Professor Chick Evens (Bacterium
Biologist), “Should you move about in Syria you will see 350,000-less inhabitants,
these shapes of humans: men, women, and children and the elderly were not long
ago alive now corpses of Bashar
al-Assad’s regime. Because he has refused the UN’s resolution 2254, for peace
talks, he is directly responsible for all those lives, to include 11.5 million
misplaced Arabs, no longer available to live in their homes, short of water,
electric, and food, while he bathes in comfort with is buddy in crime, Putin
from Russia, who now has a military base in Syria. Also, 4.5 million Arabs have
cut across Europe, and live in Turkey, on its shores and inland, and al-Assad
and Putin’s Russia are hitting air strikes on hospitals what is next? Is there
no meaning to life within their souls? And some of the Greek islands are full
of refugees. Some twelve nations are involved, to include America, France,
England, Turkey, Russia, the Saudis, the Syrian Rebels, Iran, Lebanon’s
Hezbollah, Qatar, the Islamic State, al-Nusra Front, both terrorist groups, all
involved in the war. All in battle gear,
as the Russians bomb indiscriminately, and once captured tortured, without
consideration, such as waterboarding, outlawed by the international laws of
humanity. And now we got a faction from some world leader from outer space
involved, out of some plane of the 4th Demission, he is called Malik Tawus, but his official name is Mordieu; al-Assad has reached across
the border and made contact with the fourth plane, a new reservoir of forces
that will allow him to overrun Syria, and the world with Russia, if not stopped.
And you’d think our president Obama would be in hysteria over this, yet he is
like a human who is helpless in life’s grip; quietly, slowly, inexorably he
watches these pointless murderers continue and continue, as he sleeps
unburdened.”
(Interlude:
Syria once a rebellion, in 2012, now a conflict, 2016, prior to 2012, in
2011, it was simply protests that erupted across Syria. The progress is
remarkable, in that bombing started in 2013, causing thousands of causalities. Then
in 2015, Russia’s intervention within the conflict, takes place. Now in this
year of 2016, ‘the Year of the Monkey’ the picture in Syria gets bleaker; with
their governments new strategy: ‘starve or surrender’… leaving 350,000-people
removed from humanitarian aid.)
The drawings of Professor Evens,
Of one life stage on the plant, from the
plane of the 4th Demission
(100-million B.C.)
Said the
newspaper interviewer, Miss Hoffmann, “Professor Evens, how do we stop it?”
“Miss,” said the
professor, “if I told you one man started the
First World War, responsible for eight-million deaths, and one man could have
stopped it, and Genghis Khans’ march
throughout Europe could have been stopped by one man, who was responsible
for the death of twenty-five—million lives,
and that al-Assad, president of Syria, is but one man in the same
category, is but one man indifferent to death, and human sorrow could, if he wished to, stop the Syrian war,
that has killed 300,000 inhabitants, with his reckless sweep of bombardments and
bombings and his military forces, among
so many offering their inconsistencies to which I am sure al-Assad loves to
garnish his teeth at the Americans trying to help, and the French and Turks,
and the Syrian Rebels who are the official
resistance concerning his regime, if you had the power and means to stop
it, would you?”
Replied Miss Hoffmann, “What can one woman do, naught!”
“Miss Hoffmann,” said the
professor, “how wrong you are. We are
headed into World War III, now what
can you do? Go to the unthinkable!”
It
struck some light for Miss Hoffmann. Several hundred thoughts filled her
cerebellum, villainous thoughts. She lit a cigarette, puffed heavy on it. She
thought, felt, she was being interviewed, rather than her doing the interview.
Then after a long pause, the professor added, “Let us say it could not be accomplished unless
that one person say, woman, say you, had acted in time?”
“Certainly,” she concluded
meekly, “like the CIA used to do to runaway regimes in the days of the Iron
Curtain, in the name of National Security, so I suppose in the name of World
Peace, assassinate whomever needs to be assassinated to stop this senseless
killing, needs to be killed. It is better one or two die, than one or two
million, isn’t that what you want to hear, professor?”
“Perhaps! Is your
imagination equal to what I am about to explain?”
She gave no answer.
“We
see Putin and al-Assad, are the two main factors that can stop this war, and
another source: a monster conqueror in the background, stirring the pot, Malik
Tawus. And if he is not stopped he will make a monkey out of all of us
earthlings, he’s been watching earth a long while a destroyer at his fancy:
Mordieu.
Commented Miss
Hoffmann, “You’re the sanest and most practical professor here at the university,
so I’ve heard, but what you’re inferring sounds radically insane.”
(Miss
Hoffmann had been delight when she received the phone call from the rector that
the professor wanted to be interviewed by her, and now what he really wanted
was for her to be an accessory to assignations, like Pope Pius XII’s secret
support for the attempted overthrow of Nazi dictator Adolf Hitler; or
perchance, the mechanic to the assignations!)
She
was waiting emphatically at his explanation with haste, as for her the subject had
been charged…
She
could tell now the professor was in earnest. The professor smiled at Miss
Hoffmann, and at her bewilderment. Said, “You are the perfect warrior,” adding, “unless you do it,
this madman that has went on for half a decade killing at will, his own
countrymen, like Stalin, it soon will be a genocide, not so unlike the Jews
holocaust, in WWII; no one left in Syria, and there will be no next generation.
The Middle East is a vortex, a reservoir of power, and power hungry men, more
so today than in the old days of the Iron Curtain, or those days, prior to; but
today it is the future starting spot for Armageddon. As we all have now witnessed devastating
slaughter, war crimes. You are the only axis to peace, to put the earth back on
its axis.”
“When must this take place?” asked Miss Gloria Hoffmann. Knowing good
and well, the president of Syria was unwilling to adjust, and was simply a
criminal at large.
“Immediately,” said the professor, “God forbid we let another day pass and allow the likes of another
Hitler to kill eighty-million more inhabitants of earth…”
. . .
And so the professor’s plan was implemented, with
the help of the CIA, and information from NSA, and with Israel’s backup
military flights, from Tel Aviv, to Syria, and Miss Hoffmann’s newspaper
editor’s support.
Consequently
she went to the interview with three gifts, unknowing who would be there for
sure but hoping al-Assad, would not have one of his staff to replace him, and
Putin was there, and to the glory of the Professor, so was Mordieu, whom he
despised the most. Miss Hoffman was allowed in a private room to assort her
notes out, and left alone, as the three political figures prepped for the
international discussion, live on television, concerning the war.
(The
Professor explained, to Miss Hoffman, prior to her departure about Mordieu,
being the representative of a world beyond ours, in a cross-section of the 4th
Dimension, a plane unknown to earth scientists, until most recently. As he had explained to Miss Hoffmann, about
Mordieu, his image, and his biological makeup, as to keep him out of any bright
light, that he had a different organic make up, that normal light does not
bother him, but bright light does, he avoids it, like a form of bacterium, that
he had a very ancient mechanism.” How the professor knew all this puzzled her. Yet he had gone on to explain even more: “As the camera lens focuses light on his
image, he is a monstrous cyanobacteria, a form of life shaped into human form.
He has a way of detecting where bright light will be, and directs his moves
accordingly, that is why his skin looks under certain light, a bluish-green. At
one time his inhabitants were a form of planet algae, like bacteria frozen in
ice, ice bugs in its natural form, and at even an earlier date microscope
bacteria, what one may call a single-celled slime of a bug, but a billion years
of evolution—who’s to say, allowed him to become whatever he has become, and
perhaps some help from demonic forces, or renegade angelic beings, doing experiments, thus came the Cyanobacteria-giants, or giant bugs
undercover, all packed into fiberglass, gel skin, that looks human.)
“You
may enter,” said an agent, to Miss Hoffmann, into the fireside conference room,
with several cameras in place for the interview, and security guards all about.
And the interview went smooth as planned, and Miss Hoffmann gave all three a
Persian rug, of great value, saying it was a gift from the newspaper editor of
her gazette, knowing this area of the world, such as Iran, Afghanistan, Turkey,
made the highest quality of handmade rugs, they were not large, rather five
feet by three, and tightly knit. And all took them in hand with smiles and
thank you (s), and thereafter she was escorted to her plane back to Israel. The
newspaper headlines, read the next day, all three were found dead of some sort
of poison, they couldn’t imagine from what, but everyone of course knew. And
that Resolution 2254, of the United Nations, for peace in Syria was firmly in
place, and the killings had stopped.
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