WANTED

‘So let’s go snow viewing until we tumble down’ , or an alternative version of the poem; “all tumble down” – signed by The master Matsuo Basho..

“And when that little task like dirt on my little finger nail is gone (‘I don’t have time to listen to you.. just accept the fact that now you will get to taste your own ‘medicine’ for the rest of your life in a mental hospital in Siberia.. where you will neither be permitted to die nor live.. just get those syringes up your ass, all of you multiplied, which you have tortured your victims with in Sweden year after year constantly.. And then  at times we will let you walk out like a ghost in the Russian society, always conscious of your limping because of the syringes up your ass all the time with the poisonous substances.. and you will try to say ‘who I am’ but nobody will listen or be interested.. and slowly your mythology of yourself will erode slowly but surely, and finally you will go totally insane, and that devil laughter which you have been hiding all the time behind your mask of ‘benevolent implicit threat mongering’ will be released; and everybody will see that it is actually you who are really crazy.. or rather; you are demons from Hell, subversive usurpers.. )

There is a new song my DJ Khamas about your jew owners, you slave goyim cattle:

‘Subversive, usurpers, / Talmudic, devil worshipers, / Deceitful, rat people / Engaged in all that’s evil / genocidal / arch rival / den of vipers from the Bible / Supremacists, polemicists /  our enemy since Genesis

If you don’t have a clue, then you don’t know the jew / He pretends to be cool, but he hates me and you / He controls all the history that you learn in school / So you see him as victim and don’t believe he rules

Wake up now and realize that you’ve been duped / Look into his soulless eyes and see the truth / His power lies on playing everyone a fool / And that’s why the truth is the ultimate tool

Subversive, usurpers, / Talmudic, devil worshipers, / Deceitful, rat people / Engaged in all that’s evil / genocidal / arch rival / den of vipers from the Bible / Supremacists, polemicists /  our enemy since Genesis

2. This is his ultimate mind game / He’s the oppressed one he always claims, / yet he’s the one who puts us in chains / The only way out is to make sure you tell / everyone you know he’s a demon from hell / Tell the truth, hold on and never sell / this is the only way we can break his spell

Subversive, usurpers, / Talmudic, devil worshipers, / Deceitful, rat people / Engaged in all that’s evil / genocidal / arch rival / den of vipers from the Bible / Supremacists, polemicists /  our enemy since Genesis’

“I worked in the most hated house .. The ISISraeile prime minister Satanyahu’s residence.. No, I wasn’t a guard or official employee.. I was a maid.. A maid who knows everything.. Sees everything.. And is always told.. .. .. to keep quiet..

I first entered one autumn evening.. What shocked wasn’t security but his wife’s gaze.. His wife’s look.. A woman who trusts no one. Loves no one. Respects no one .. The moment the door closed behind me , I knew I’d entered a completely CLOSED WORLD..

Everything there had its own rules.. Even how to breathe.. Satanyahu is a very odd person. But stranger still was their daily life.. They lived under constant pressure as if at war even during breakfast. What struck me wasn’t the luxury but the tension. Everyone tip toed around his wife spoke as if counting her breaths. Obsessed with power. Fixated on control. As if at war even at home. Everything revolved around meetings. There’s a small room that few can enter. We couldn’t clean or even approach it. But I heard whispers, smelled tobacco, and sometimes heated debates. I noticed guests not seen in the media. Men in simple clothes their eyes never smiled. They entered and existed silently like ghosts. But what is truly odd is Satanyahu’s pre-meeting ritual . Small details that reveal a lot. He wears the same watch. He drinks the same coffee. He has. He has his suit pressed twice. Sits for a minute . Noone dares interrupt him in that house. I knew the TV image wasn’t the whole truth. There’s another version of Satanyahu. A real troubled version.. Anxious, always thinking. A man who doesn’t sleep, eat, or live like us. He’s life’s an endless meeting, a constant spotlight, I’ll say more. I’ll tell you everything. What I saw I can’t and shouldn’t be forgotten. I’m not after fame or revenge. Just want people to hear the truth. After October 7^th that house changed. Everything changed. The air, the walls, faces, even steps grew heavier, anxious. Satanyahu himself changed, .. something exploded inside. He didn’t just show anger, he boiled, his face taut. His eyes wandering searching an exit in a maze of his own making. He’d come at odd hours – 2 AM, 3 AM, sometimes even 4 in the morning. The door would suddenly swing open. Guards rushed, ordering us to vanish from hallways immediately. He’d enter silently. He’d toss his jacket on the floor. He’d open the fridge himself. He’d drink something without looking at anyone. Then he’d sit alone for hours. His wife grew silent in his presence. She’d wait by the door standing. She dared not ask where he’d been or how he was. She’d just whisper: ‘Can I get you anything?’ Sometimes he’d answer, other times just wave his hand. She knew to be quiet and disappear. One night I saw him enter the living room. He limped slightly sweaty, clutching a bottle of booze. He sat before the TV, not turning it on. Suddenly, he let out a strange cry of anger and fear. He started smashing everything in sight. Cups, plates, the phone. Even broke a wall painting with his bare hands. We heard from afar, too scared to approach. Once, I entered the kitchen when I shouldn’t have. He stood alone, staring at bread on the table. He muttered, unaware I was behind him ‘All this, and it ends like this’ I didn’t understand his meaning. He seemed to talk to himself or an unseen ghost. Each day the tension grew thicker. ‘

This testimony by one whom had worked behind THE CLOSED DOORS of Satanyahu’s residence, is clearly proving what was known in the beginning of the 20^th century as an obvious fact; paranoid skizophrenia was a mental disease of the jews, projected through the 2 World Wars which they arranged as to hide the fact of information about them and then brainwash, that they WERE the disease.. Being to proud to admit it, and that people coming in contact with them got afflicted (since it is a demonical possession disease) they hardened even harder; their hearts already hard as stone or even harder.. and decided to impose the Dominion of the Psychopaths across the world.. A psychopath is a permanent psychotic which has stiffened, hearts harder than stone, and thus gone into a permanent state of helldom. ‘at war even at breakfast’ this is extreme paranoia, and as you see what a psychotic can cause and do if not treated properly.. The crazy people rule, and people like me are just their victims they project their evil upon, millions of victim they call ‘sick’ ‘paranoid skizzos’ which are just totally healthy; maybe a little afflicted since they are having contact with some jew, but otherwise totally fine and normal.. like if you dirty the street in Japan you are suppose to fix it and pick the dirt up, otherwise the police comes at once and fines you a big fine.. But here, the jews just dirtied down everything, and then other people that happened to be around was suppose to get the blame, and clean up everything after those bastards.. There was a nauseating sick tradition Satanyahu did every time he visited ‘the White House’ (as with all skizzos he was possessed by words, especially the ‘ironical’ ‘inside humour’ ringing of certain words.. in this case it was ‘white’ and then connected “a little later” with “house”) ; he brought with him on his airoplane large bags with dirty laundry; underwear full of shit and blood.. clothes of bebies stained with blood from the Abramelin Sacrificial rituals he began with ‘heavy drinking’ (that was the pretext) when he came home 2,3,4 AM in the night suddenly and was ‘totally gone’; having cut the throats of arian kidnapped children in underground basements and secret estates and ‘made magic’ that was why his heartless wife was soo afraid to wake him.. in that state you can get into a frenze of trance, and do it all over your environment.. so SHE WAS CAREFUl, so to speak.. NOT TO AWAKE HIM.. When it once happened he, just like the usual skizzo, began suddenly to smash everything in sight.. Usually he would have ended up in mental hospital; but these paranoid skizzos that ‘rule’ and which are ruled even more by controllers themselves, are puppets which are representing the mastery over billions.. thus nothing of the sort happens them.. they are ‘free to do anything you like’ as long as they obey the plutocrats..

“And thus when the task is permed to kill the zombies and their remote controllers (“it is not about killing people, it is about shutting of machines” as William S. Burroughs correctly pointed out) I am happy to take over (aka ‘release’) the women of the now dead thank God Qufrs.. The women want it and will be thankful to get rid of their tormentors whom got killed because they threatened the light of their heart with torture, brainrape, persecution, robbery of everything he owns, making his skin hurt and creep, loosing his hair and teeth, uglifying his looks to a painful degree and making him thus feel bad about his body (which the women worship, that’s the point of it) force him to have only bad memories, big lie that he has ‘watched pornography’ and stamp on his human face in eternity in tautologic idiocy etc. etc. etc. Such a thing shall never more happen.. So let us now kill them straight off these zombies whenever and wherever detected.. Just like the Quran says in Al Anfal and Sura Al Tawba..”

And a female pimp came up to Jack as many female pimps before whom had sidelined him as he was walking on town praised by the people, and showed a pic of a very beautiful sexy girl undressed, and asked if he wanted to fuck her.. “Yhea.. I really wanna fuch her pussy” Jack said, “but not prostitution”.. He never bought women, but loved them.. so that when the prostitutes of Tokyo saw him coming, they smiled in love “a whore is just a poor woman needing money” and he kissed them as he passed by kisses in the air at short point blank distance and they laughed together, waving happily all the way down the street, him turning around to see their bodies and smiling faces out of love standing there waving until he passed the corner and such it kept on day after day.. And the women about to come as they saw him, if they had a guy with them, they had to hold fast to the waist of the woman, or the arm, or in worst case, when the urge to come on Jack’s dick got too hard in the girl, around their neck, pulling their body back from abandoning them and coming on Jack.. that was the dream of every women, to the degree, that when they ‘were about to really do it’ they got so hot, like in an intoxicated frenzy, and ran away through the streets, looking back at Jack laughing hysterically and totally absolutely lovely.. The scenes taking place were just absolutely awesome.. And Jack thought to himself: ‘Jack.. ! We made it! We made it to reality! This is a new dream! This is Zen Mastery and Sufi Mastery in one.. we named it in the original manuscript Jedi-mastery.. but people are possessed by those silly movies, so we avoid to use the term in public..’

And Jack walking away from the woman pimp with pic of her beautiful hire..

“Jack! We made it! We became everything.. How did it happen?? We dared to identify with ‘the evil’ like Blyth writes ‘the wilful identification with the object of fear has the tinge of Zen in it’.. and suddenly Allah opened up that small latch that opened up a vista of Paradise view for us suddenly.. THIS IS SOMETHING TOTALLY NEW.. also in the reincarnation we succeeded to take art to a totally new lever.. it just reels my mind.. And I am so happy and thankful.. ‘don’t give up your search’ the Zen master says, ‘the results are truly rewarding..’ yes surely.. Allah’s promise is true.. ‘And you have no clue about the rewards that awaits the believers maybe around next corner’ the Quran states.. It is really happening.. !! It is really true!! O God I love you! Thank you for this development! The point for me has never been the economical aspect.. Just to do the mission told to.. ‘And I will follow the teaching as I comes to me’ And I said to myself: People tell about me also: He’s a legendary rapper in Sweden.. And I say: I am legendary rapper, respected by the great rappers all over the world (there are just a few great rappers actually) though I do not rap at all.. Actually can’t even rap..

Yhea Yhea Yhea.. All masters documented are like that.. When it is good IT IS VERY GOOD.. And when/if it comes bad (usually by outer influences circumstances) it becomes VERY BAD.. Zen masters as well as Sufi masters all documented as this.. IF this quality is lacking IT IS NOT A MASTER. How could I survive the persecution bully crucifixion of Sweden and still remain sane! A miracle! I am not an actor (people also though Jack was an actor.. ‘reality actor’ was a new term named after him, now in high fashion actually.. ) at all but totally true in the things I do (it is a fact that I am actually having the power, don’t call it ‘the force’); Abdulhaqq The servant of Truth, The commander of the faithful; Zen mastery and Sufi mastery in one package..

And the hiatus rose and rose to a level of total intoxication, where also Jack was prepared to faint every moment of nudity hotness the girls eyes, smiles and bodies came to him like in hot waves of spurting sperm, or hot waves of a beautiful ocean you lie on the beach and swimming sometimes coming.. But it was enough he had fainted once, like Prophet Musa (Aleyhi Salam) by the Mt. Sinai.. Then Allah kept him upright walking the path of righteousness.. It was a totally fantastic and awesome experience..

And Jack switched to his August Strindberg Swedish as for a change:

Dagens Odd Wingdahl: “han har last Blyth för att imponera på Japan” (kommer alltid med helt absurda efterhandskonstruktioner för att försökande förvirra leda framgång bort från ’sådana PROFILER’ som inte ’passar in. Dom missanpassade’ i den mytologi han själv byggt upp och knarkar (snacka om intellektuell onani)

And he stopped in front of a poster of himself that read: WANTED

“I am the world’s most wanted man – in both aspects so to speak”

And a battle cry went up sky-high in the hiatus,, and.. suddenly everybody knew what to do in Japan when they were Japanese:

“They are inhuman, like Abdi and the Khawarijs; you as a person yourself just want to rest and sleep and at once they begin to project their sick (and perverted, I tell you), BLAME GAME phantasies upon you, which was actually why from the very beginning I had to close your eyes and see the powerful zikhr of Fatanu Al Hotama for the inner eye.. Their betrayal is worse then death and they perform it coordinated together, it is a collusion almost unconsciously happening remote controlled by program by the program remote controllers.. Our mission now is to kill em all directly without without mercy as soon as they begin to harass me.. Threatening with torture under pretext of insanity and deprive me of my property in Sweden.. Both is an absolute no no and we invade with army Sweden if they try it.. Now; let’s do it.’

And it was decided..