By Robert Singer

I attended the April, 2010 Green Film Festival Banquet and sat next to Lillian Muller:

Actress, Author, Supermodel, Inspirational Speaker for us “Plant-Based Diet Sapiens”, Playmate and Hugh Hefner’s old girlfriend. (http://lillianmuller.com/)

She looks really, really good for a woman of 58 and she may again be featured in the centerfold of an upcoming issue of Playboy.

Lillian helped me get over my Obsessive Compulsive Writing Disorder (OCWD) when she told a harrowing story of how her bank account and email account were hacked and a lot of her emails and money was stolen.

At first, it made me want to run home, change passwords, forward and print my “important” emails and then something in “Something Is Wrong With This Picture: Ominous For Sure! (Update)” hit me over the head:

After Eighteen months of beating around the burning bush, I wrote An Ominous Drilling Sign for the Truth that pulled out all the stops and told the complete metaphysical struggle of the Illuminati and Mother-Earth.

Googling the title returns 20 pages of results and quotes from the article can be found at the NPR Topics Page and link to The Market Oracle version, U.S. Addicted to Oil, An Ominous Drilling Sign for the Truth, can be found on the John D. Rockefeller Story Page at USATODAY.com

Robert Singer writes that there are only three outcomes to this galactic metaphysical struggle that goes back, at least, to the Dark Ages: (The Question of Questions)

Gaea determines man’s future.

TPTB determine man’s future in a new World Order where they attain immortality and rid the planet of all but 500 million useful eaters.

TPTB are defeated (As I claim they were October 2008) and have three choices:

The dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil, or Satan (TPTB) can accept defeat and agree to be tossed into the Abyss, be locked up for a 1000 years and then thrown into the Lake of Fire.

Make good on a threat of total world annihilation (i.e. Nagasaki and Hiroshima) and spend a 1000 years in the 700-acre, secret subterranean city, deep within the bedrock underneath Central Park in Manhattan (Manhattan Project). This assumes Gaea allows them to launch WWIII. [4]

Continue to drill holes in the earth (Perpetual Check) prolonging the inevitable looking for a heretofore-undiscovered vulnerability in the Earth’s crust.

Then why am I (Robert Singer) worried about TPTB hacking into my email account or stealing the money the Federal Reserve printed and gave me?

Especially now that I claim the metaphysical struggle is OVER, the TPTB lost and are in perpetual check and the only thing we can do to help the earth is try and figure out WTF Project Camelot’s Kerry Cassidy is talking about when she says:

“If you want to give your energy… and power and light and love to the Illuminati”, to stop the Illuminati from unleashing total world annihilation, “know what you are doing, be conscious while you are doing it.” [At the March 20, “2012 Alien Event” she denies ever making the statement. When I remind her it is on a ustream video at her website, she gets angry and says someone hacked into their website and impersonated her in the video]

Three Whole Minutes

Back to Lillian: She seemed interested in my nonsense and when I told her humanity might not make it till 2012, she understood the implications and looked somewhat distressed: then a scene from the King of Hearts came to mind.

King of Hearts is a whimsical comic parable by French director Philippe de Broca. Set in the French countryside during World War I, the film focuses on a Scottish soldier (Alan Bates), who has been dispatched to defuse a bomb left by the German army to booby-trap the whole town. The locals flee and, left to their own devices, a gaggle of cheerful lunatics escape a nearby asylum and take over the town — thoroughly confusing the lone Scottish soldier as he tries to defuse the explosives.

The lunatics gather to watch his futile efforts, and Bates’ character chastises them, yelling that they are all going to die in three minutes unless he can find the clock wired to the fuse.

Then the “insane” profane exclaim, as their faces light up, at the wonder of such a precious gift: “Three whole minutes, you mean we have three whole minutes to live? What are we waiting for? Let’s start right away….”

So now that I realize I have at least three whole minutes to live, therefore I:

• Quit writing all the time and am getting some sleep
• Watch the western channel and no longer take notes for a 381 word RMN post that takes me three hours to write.
• Spend 4 hours a day entertaining my 4 Border collies. Border collies are like having a 10-year old kid in a dog suit. You don’t get one, let alone four, if you have an Obsessive Compulsive Writing Disorder.
• Border Collies waiting for me to get going. Jeddy in the Drivers Seat
• Make my bed, do my own laundry and cook my own means for the first time in my 67 years.

I know not what course others may take, but as for me I am going to live as if there are only three minutes left before the TPTB accept defeat and are thrown into the Lake of Fire (An Ominous Drilling Sign for the Truth)