Bullfights End

A record number of matadors and their helpers in the ring have been gored this season; the bulls are learning to ignore the cape and hit the legs. The matadors are terrified, they can’t understand what has changed. A very famous matador has taken a broadcasting job. He only fights part-time now, he’s so rattled.

Next, the bulls are being taught to strike at the heart with a left-side hook of the horns.

The bulls know a few famous matadors have to die in quick succession—el Fandi and Ponce are in the firing line. Ponce is very arrogant, he thinks he can’t be touched. Two weeks ago the bulls knocked over and injured one of Ponce’s team, so they are getting close.

Bull fighting is a sacrament of a demonic blood cult, just as black magicians sacrifice chickens or drink human blood at their ceremonies. The matadors are cowards, as the bulls are lanced and are already dying before the fight starts.

Bullfighting will end as the economy collapses and the snivelers become ever more terrified.

The vengeance of Gaia hangs over Madrid. It is a digital– fractal net that is forty to fifty miles wide and a hundred or more yards high. I see it as mathematics—a vast block of mathematical formulas and geometries in the sky. I can’t tell what event or vengeance is in it, but I was shown Gaia will take out eight humans (men, women and children) for every bull that has died, so bullfighting has cost the Spanish dearly, very dearly indeed. They will sadly lose their children as the bulls and cows lost theirs.

People can run and they can hide but Gaia “locked on” decades ago; she knows the identity, name and exact location of every single human that she is after. There are a billion or more on her list I reckon, maybe more. All equations have to be balanced before the end; the process will now begin.

Hasta la vista! (sw)