Welcome to the Hotel California by Timothy Spearman

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Welcome to the Hotel California
by Timothy Spearman


The New World Order of God has been replaced by the New World Order of Lucifer. Have you noticed your place in the scheme of things has been shrinking a bit? Do you feel a little cramped and closed in? Do you feel a little like Luke Skywalker and Han Solo, and the princess in the garbage compactor?
It’s nice to know that we don’t have to die anymore to go to hell. I mean why not save yourself the trip, right? You don’t have to contact a travel agent, in this case the angel of death.You don’t have to book any airline tickets. You don’t have to worry about collecting air miles or getting discounts on your flight. You don’t have to make a reservation at any hotels. You don’t even have to pack your bags. The New World Order of Lucifer has made things very convenient for you. Life itself has become a living hell. It’s like the Hotel California: “You can book in anytime you like, but you can never leave.” The world has now officially gone to hell in a hand basket.
I know, I know, you don’t believe in Lucifer. You don’t have to. And furthermore, they don’t want you to. How else would he come as a thief in the night? Through a slow incremental process, he has entered your life through stealth and taken over. You have a social insurance number. Can you work without it? Have you been asked to go for a medical checkup with blood work by your employer? Have you tested positive in a bogus HIV test? Have you been pressured to go on poisonous antiretroviral AIDS drug cocktails formerly prescribed for cancer patients but later banned because of dangerous side effects? Have you been perfectly healthy before the drug regime, but now find yourself experiencing pain, discomfort, headaches and more recently complications including immune dysfunction and organ failure? Do you feel that the drugs made you a full-blown AIDS patient rather than the virus? But none of the medical professionals are listening, right? Welcome to the Hotel California. What would you like the medical records to show as the cause of death? Drug-induced AIDS? Not very likely, I’m afraid. Like it or not you will probably be another AIDS statistic. Welcome to the New World Order of Lucifer. Still looking for the exit? So is Sartre.
Can your child go to school without up-to-date vaccine records? Can your child go to school without submitting to a highly toxic schedule of vaccines containing the sterilizer thimerosal with the active ingredients mercury, aluminum and formaldehyde? Can your child be suspended from school until the vaccine schedule is brought up to date? Can you be considered an unfit parent and have your children taken away from you by child services if you don’t get them vaccinated or worse attempt to home school them? Do you think life without your child is a living hell? If you think having your child taken away and raised by strangers in an orphanage is not your worst nightmare, consider this.Your child is raised as an orphan by Kindercare, an Illuminati front organization, whose logo consists of a schoolhouse resembling the pyramid and All-seeing Eye. Your orphaned child is subjected to Satanic ritual abuse and mind programming as part of the CIA’s MK-ULTRA program. Your child grows up with DID (dissociative identity disorder). He or she is now a mind-controlled sex slave of the Illuminati and may even grow up to become an entertainer or celebrity for the global elite like Jane Mansfield, Marilyn Monroe, Loretta Lynn, or Madonna.
More and more services are on-line and require a credit card. Can you order the service without one? Don’t worry about not believing in Lucifer. The Illuminati don’t really believe in him either even though they worship him in all his guises, Osiris, Aton, Apollo, Prometheus, Malech, Baphomet, Baal, etc. What they are really doing is venerating a principle of evil. Why else would they meet to hold their childish rituals at Bohemian Grove? Dressing up in robes before the statue of a great horned owl named Molech? Offering mock human sacrifices to a stone god? You must be kidding, our leaders? Reagan, Nixon, Ford, Clinton, Bush, the bin Ladens, the House of Saud, you can’t be serious? You can’t believe the Grovers take any of this to heart, do you? You don’t really think they believe in this stuff surely? Would it be any less scary if they did? Either way they are off the chain.Placing the destiny of the world in the hands of individuals who would sooner get their rocks off in aCalifornia redwood forest than address the international emergencies of war, climate change, endemic food and water shortages and famine should be incentive enough for riots, rebellion and uprising.
Personally, I’m glad I don’t have to go to hell. Why are people always telling me that? Can’t they see that I don’t have to go anywhere? The Old World Order of God has been replaced by the New World Order of Lucifer. Don’t believe me? Pick up the phone and try paying your utility bill or your cell phone bill. Phone any government agency and try to get information. You don’t hear a human voice at the other end, do you? You hear an automated voice recording instructing you to choose from various options. But none of the options apply to you, do they? But you can’t explain this to the automated service agent, can you? Despite your appeals, protests, invectives and expletives, none of your questions are answered, none of your concerns addressed and none of your problems solved, right? Ever see the Sartre play, No Exit? I feel like that sometimes too.
I am a professor who has taught twelve different university-level courses in South Korea. I have published in several academic fields. I have experience as a newspaper journalist and radio show host. I have been active in every field of the arts. You would think that with this wealth of experience living and working abroad, I would be a shoe-in for a faculty position in a North American university. Think again. The New World Order of Lucifer has its gatekeepers in place. I applied for a university position at two universities in Florida. I went through a three-month recruitment process. I was even asked to have my grades from my matriculation in Canada and the UK translated to the American system at a cost of $300. At the end, I was told that I would have to obtain a work permit before I could be hired when the institution knew full well that they had to sponsor me for such a permit. When I closed my bank account and returned to Canada, my Canadian bank froze my assets for two months and left me without rent and food money till the branch manager finally freed up enough funds to allow me to make minor transactions. Two checks bounced in the interim because they neglected to inform me that my newly opened account had been frozen. All this because the bank draft from my closed account at the American bank in Melbourne, Florida was considered a risk. This put my money in the freezer for two whole months. I am still thawing out the bills. Sir Wilfred Laurier is still wearing a snow white beard and moustache.
I booked myself in at the hotel naturally. I was told it was a five star and had state of the art security and I would be safe. The concierge was pleasant enough. At first, it seemed like a first rate hotel. There were plenty of towels, washcloths, complimentary soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, and razors. There was a TV, VCR, a wide selection of channels. There was a sauna, swimming pool, whirlpool, games room and free access to the Internet. I almost thought I’d died and gone to heaven. It was only after this fake terrorist attack in New York that I saw the truth. Only later did I realize my phone was being bugged while my internet communications were being monitored. My cell phone in turns out had a tracking device. I also had a curfew to maintain.I had to be back in my room like Cinderella by midnight. Even if I left my glass slippers in the dining room, I had no way of retrieving them. Hotel access was severely restricted. The sauna, pool and games rooms were off limits in the evening. Then it hit me. Despite the opulent décor and the fancy plates and linen, my hotel room may as well have had bars. And then I remembered the odd comment made by the concierge when I first arrived: “Welcome to the Hotel California. You can book in any time you like, but you can never leave.”

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