Devil’s Deputy Talks With Klaus Schwab

by Jon Rappoport ~ April 1, 2021

Hi, Klaus. Satan asked me to drop by and have a chat with you.

How’s he doing?

He really wants to get The Great Reset off the ground. World fascism. Universal Guaranteed Income tied to social credit score.

We’re working on it.

He knows you and your people at the World Economic Forum are pushing as hard as you can.

I was hoping you’d have an update on my suite of rooms in Hell. The construction has been underway for a year.

The workers are almost finished, Klaus. I’ll send you photos soon. We want to get the virtual landscape right. You look through any window and you see the Swiss Alps. Installing the weather changes…there was a minor problem with the transition from winter to spring, but I think we’ve fixed it.

Good.

We could be looking at a problem with the NBA, Klaus. Reports of slaves making sneakers in China are piling up. The NBA players are supporting “social justice” protests, but they’re wearing slave-made shoes on the court. If ESPN covers the story…

I don’t think that’ll happen. Too much ad revenue at stake.

It’s tricky, Klaus.

I’m heading to China next month. I’ll speak with Xi Jinping.

See if you can get a few minutes with Michael Jordan.

How is the Hell on Earth operation proceeding?

Well, Klaus, we may need some help from your computer engineers. We have measurement problems with the current algorithms. The hundred-year plan is to remake Earth so it mirrors Hell in all respects. But how do you calculate progress toward that goal precisely? There are thousands of variables. Of course, in general, we’re succeeding. But we’re scientists. We want to be able to apply precise numbers to our reports. Satan is a stickler for numbers. MIT, Harvard. He has that background.

I have sharp people. Keep me posted. I can lend them to you. —Listen, I’m worried about the vaccine.

We’re keeping a close eye on that. Fauci continues to screw the pooch. He’s out of control. Ego. He contradicts himself every few days. We may have to sideline him. Give him a medal, a Nobel, and put him out to pasture. Which new fake virus are you considering for the next phase, Klaus?

We’re thinking about a rerun of Ebola and Zika. Both. We already have lots of prior propaganda built up on them. The hemorrhaging and bleeding symptom of Ebola scares the hell out of people. It’s useful. All we have to do is increase antibiotic usage and the spraying of organophosphate insecticides and, voila, we produce bleeding. It’s a winner.

Good. Because the “new COVID strain” fantasy isn’t selling. Are more lockdowns coming in America?

We’re trying. I don’t want to see large crowds at NSCAR, and college football next fall.

Keep testing these athletes, Klaus. Every day, if necessary. Jam that long stick right up into their brains to get samples for the PCR.

So why are you really here? What does Satan want?

This is secret society stuff, Klaus. Need to know only. Keep it strictly confidential.

Of course.

Hell is overcrowded. It’s a serious problem. As we told you a long time ago, people come here because they WANT TO. They’re not consigned. In the last year, we’ve had a major influx. We investigated. Turns out it’s the Reincarnation Hesitancy factor. Fewer people want to return to Earth for another life. And they’re scared about the entrance requirements for Heaven, so they show up in Hell.

Why are they hesitant about reincarnating?

The increasing chaos on Earth. But the big reason is: they don’t want to be reborn as infants and take all the childhood vaccines. They know the shots are highly damaging. Who wants to go through a whole life in some kind of grotesque brain-injured condition?

I see. Well, how can I help?

We want your people at the World Economic Forum to launch a new global religion. Not overtly, of course. Use cutouts. But the theme of the religion is reincarnation. Use some corrupted form of Hinduism as your guide. Insist that reincarnation is mandatory. It’s the path to enlightenment. People have to come back, over and over, until they learn every lesson that enables them to transcend the need for a human form. You get the idea.

Interesting. You know, with a combination of mandatory vaccination and mandatory reincarnation, we might really have something. A one-two punch. A squeeze play.

These days, the Gates of Hell look like the US Southern border. Lots people struggling to get in. We can’t process them all. So we’re sending them all for preliminary programming, as a first step.

What kind of programming?

It’s basically the US public education system. After a few months, the average IQ drop is 20 points. Then we assign them to meaningless desk jobs. But this is only a temporary solution. We need more supervisors to handle people individually. The trick in each case is getting the proportions of pleasure and pain right. When we do, we can keep a person for about a thousand years, before he drifts away.

I wish you could just raise Hell up to Earth and install it wholesale. It would make our work much easier.

We’re doing that on a limited basis. It’s called China.

The Beijing regime is working on a 20-year plan to surveil, in real time, every square inch of the whole country. Indoors and outdoors. It’s quite ambitious.

Their latest innovation is swarms of small spy drones disguised as doves.

I’ll put a few people to work drawing up plans for a new world religion. We might be able to add a few wrinkles to mandatory reincarnation. While on Earth, know your place. Live out the life you’re assigned. This fits nicely with the technocratic overview: every human is given a slot in the System, for the benefit of all. That kind of thing.

I like it, Klaus. A “scientific” version of “accept your fate.”

The new religion is safe and effective.

The Church of Biology.

DNA determines destiny.

Throw in a promise of GMO humans. “You can accelerate your path to enlightenment, reduce the number of your reincarnations by submitting to gene alteration.”

A whole new set of vaccines that alter DNA.

It’s good to brainstorm with you, Klaus. Get busy on this.

Say hello to Satan. Tell him thanks for my immunity passport. I look forward to being able to travel back and forth between Hell and Earth on a regular basis.

EARLY BIRD DAY

I started the morning bright and early – with lots of activities based in the kitchen: hummingbird nectar made/feeders hung on the front porch (leftover nectar stored in ‘fridge); lunch’s potato salad made; tonight’s fried clam supper just needs a quick toss of the green salad 😉

My morning is busy, and 'to do' list is underway.

I’ve not tried this potato salad recipe before … it was good 😊

Bacon-Flavored Potato Salad.

==BACON-FLAVORED POTATO SALAD ~ makes 2 servings

8 ounces small potatoes * 2 teaspoons Sesame or Vegetable Oil * ¼ cup Onion, diced * 2 teaspoons Imitation Bacon Bits * 2 teaspoons Red Wine Vinegar * Dash Sea Salt * Dash ground Black Pepper

Bacon-Flavored Potato Salad Ingredients.

In medium saucepan combine potatoes with enough water to cover; bring to a boil – cover, and reduce heat to medium & cook until potatoes are just tender, but not soft: about 10 minutes. Drain and allow to cool.

Heat il in small skillet; add onion and sauté until tender; add bacon bits and cook 2 minutes longer.

Sauteing onion & bacon bits.

Peel potatoes, and cut into cubes. In a bowl gently toss potatoes with vinegar; add onion mixture, and seasonings – toss gently to combine.

Blending potatoes, vinegar & seasonings.

Adding onion and bacon bits.

Per serving: 145 calories; 3 g protein; 5 g fat; 22 g carbohydrate; 254 mg sodium

While the potato salad was cooling in the ‘fridge (not necessary, but I like it chilled), I fried the clams and put them in the ‘fridge to chill before I wrap them individually to freeze for future meals.

I bought these clams the other day when I was in Kelso. I also bought halibut steaks, and sea scallops – but tonight, I am eating clams for supper.

The clam bag stipulated ‘Quinault’, so these clams were harvested on Reservation Land. Bob & I clammed in Quinault when my mother was married to her second husband, who was a Native American.

I laid a large sheet of wax paper down on one end of the kitchen island. Then I broke eggs into a 2-quart casserole dish for easy dipping; I put a couple cups of bread crumbs in a glass pie dish for quick breading – and when I cut the clam bag open … my nose was wonderfully titillated 😉

Getting ready to fry the clams ... enough for 8 meals.

Normally, I would double dip my clams in both the egg and crumbs. But, I am determined to shed at least 20 pounds this year, so I only dipped my clams once.

First, in the egg … then, in the crumbs: coat well with the crumbs.

Then I set my breaded clam on the wax paper; and continued with the other 7 in the same manner.

Clams only dipped once in the egg & crumbs; laid out on wax paper to 'set'.

Normally, I would also fry my clams in a good bit of oil: but, today, I coated my skillet with non-stick spray: and sprayed the clams, too, when I set them in the skillet – it works fine 😉

3 fit my large deep-sided skillet comfortably …

Fried to a nice golden crisp on the breading.

When the clams were done, I transferred them to a large dinner plate, and layered 3 count between sheets of waxed paper: when they were all fried, I covered them with plastic wrap and put them in the ‘fridge; to cool before wrapping them individually for future meals – keeping one aside for tonight’s meal.

Clam layers separated by a sheet of wax paper.

Hummingbirds fed, my own meals out of the way … I called the seed company I ordered my garden seeds from in January; and asked when I can expect my seeds to arrive – there were 6 backorder items that have not come in yet, but the rest should arrive shortly.

I ate my 1 fried clam with a tossed green salad (mixed greens, peas, cauliflower mushrooms), a few slices of red and green Bell Peppers, and peach slices on the side.

And I finished up that baby blanket I have been working on.

PAST, PRESENT, & FUTURE

In my brief touchdown with FB this morning, I saw a notice of raw honey for sale.

I knew the people selling the honey; I knew the address.

When Bob had died in 1981, and was resurrected to a life of steadfast salvation … he was baptized in their swimming pool.

They owned and operated the Chevron Station in Cathlamet, along Ocean Beach Highway – between Mace’s Drive-In and Phil’s Hiway Mart. Bob did business there (for Durrah’s, as well as personal business), when Carricker’s Gas Station in Cathlamet closed up.

I remember when they lost their only son in a car wreck … and Marv, who owned a tow truck was called out to pull the car out of the ditch. As soon as he saw it, he realized it was his son’s car: and his son was dead. Dorothy was devasted.

Leaving Longview in the rear-view mirror, I was thinking on that past frame of time, when I happened to glance out the right-hand side of the windshield; and saw a beaver dam had recently been built in the wetland area along Ocean Beach Highway.

Beaver dam along Ocean Beach Highway.

I enjoyed seeing that – the closest beaver dam sighting is up Spruce Creek; a spur off Mill Creek Road, further down the highway. A logging road at the end of Spruce Creek used to drop right into Cathlamet behind the golf course before it was gated on both ends, in the 1980’s. We drove that road a lot: I miss that.

Entering Cathlamet, I saw the burger shack, and nipped in there for a quick lunch.

Back Roadz hamburger shack.

The car really needs a washing ... the windows are in sad shape. Hopefully the weather will warm enough to get to that task.

I got a Chicken Burger.

When I PM’d Dorothy earlier about the honey, she didn’t recognize the name (and I didn’t bring it to her attention) – we’d been gone from Cathlamet for 2½ decades. When I showed up at the house, and she saw me, then she recognized me. She asked about Bob; and I told her Bob now lives in Heaven. She was sad to hear that news. As we walked to the garage, (where she has the honey stored in a warm cupboard, so the honey doesn’t crystalize), she asked if I was attending a church anywhere. I said no; not currently. She understood. She knows what it is like to piece a shattered life back together before engaging fully in life, again.

Elochoman Valley Raw Honey.

(https://www.healthline.com/health/food-nutrition/top-raw-honey-benefits#heal-wounds)

We talked of past times. We were never close friends; but we did know each other enough to have things in common to discuss.

We talked of the present – her husband has been in OHSU. She believes he had a bout with covid; though that has not been diagnosed. Marv’s health is still very fragile. They have been Senior Citizens for a long time. She is concerned for her husband in the present … and worried about the future.

Our situations are similar, and the circumstances are different; but we talk the same language.

She asked me if I had moved back to Cathlamet: I said I live now in Longview (and have for 25 years), and I am making Longview my home. There is nothing recognizable to me in Cathlamet, now. There is no pull to lure me back. Bob was my tie to Cathlamet; and he is no longer walking among us. Except for Bob, I was always an outsider in that clannish river hamlet.

After I had stashed the honey jars in the car, I decided to drive to Skamokawa to find the ‘Inn at Crippen Creek’ … and I did; at the end of Middle Valley Road.

The Inn at Crippen Creek Farm ... I think I'll give this a “pass”.

Middle Valley Road, Skamokawa.

I couldn’t spend time there: there are memories connected with that place, that aren’t good ones: the memories do not affect me personally – but it was tragic for bio-father’s family. I just couldn’t … that creek would bring all those memories to the forefront of my thoughts, and I would not have a relaxing, or enjoyable time.

So …

I turned the car homeward.

And drove through Cathlamet, along the way. I have no desire to move back there – but I can’t resist driving familiar territory. 20 years of my 64 years were happily spent there, before we sold and moved.

Cathlamet is basically a tourist town now, and the Marina is practically the sole town money-maker. And, it was buzzing with activity today! Every boat berth was full; every parking lot space was loaded with trucks hauling boats; and every RV spot was packed.

There was no activity, at all, on Main Street.

When I got back home, I opened the windows to let fresh, sunny air breeze through the rooms; and worked a bit on another baby blanket (my own design) before eating a light Supper. I was still kinda full from the chicken burger/fries I ate around noon. But it was 6 PM, and I didn’t want churning stomach acids from an empty stomach to keep me up all night long: I ate a light supper.

Tonight's Supper. Roast Turkey breast, salad w-peas, carrots; peach slices. *A low-calorie French Salad Dressing recipe follows..

==LOW-CAL FRENCH DRESSING ~ About ½ cup

Soak: 1 teaspoon Gelatin in 1 Tablespoon cold Water or Tomato Juice

Gelatin and tomato juice.

Dissolve it in: ¼ cup boiling Water

Gelatin mixture dissolved in hot water.

Add: 1 Tablespoon Sugar & ½ teaspoon Sea salt

Cool mixture.

Add: 1 teaspoon grated Lemon rind * ¼ cup Lemon Juice * 1/8 teaspoon prepared Mustard * ¼ teaspoon Paprika * A few grains powdered Cayenne pepper * 1/8 teaspoon ground Black Pepper * ¼ teaspoon Onion Juice * 1/8 teaspoon Curry powder

Spices & parsley added.

Shake the dressing. Chill it. Before serving, beat well with a wire beater. Add, if you wish: 2 Tablespoons minced Parsley & 1 tablespoon minced Chives.

This light meal was filling.

Tonight, 2021 years ago, Yeshua was given a Judas Kiss, following supper.

He, and his disciples were gathered together in the Upper Room, celebrating the Passover festivities – and Yeshua was initiating the very first Communion, that Christians still observe, in these days.

Upper Room in Jerusalem.

Last Supper memorial with Yeshua; Luke 22:1-38.

Last Supper meaning; the road to Zion's in your heart. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fFHX55W6mSQ)

Following the last supper he would ever eat on earth, Yeshua went to a garden in Gethsemane to pray … and was betrayed by Judas. Yeshua knew the betrayal was coming; and He was prepared when the soldiers came to arrest him.

Jesus prayed in the Garden; Luke 22:39-46.

Luke 22:47-48.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ecmThBkQrQ)

His arrest and trial went very quickly: he was tried, sentenced, hung, buried, and resurrected from Wednesday to Sunday’s timeframe.

And through it all, Yeshua showed compassion, and exampled kindness towards those who used and abused Him.

Luke 22:48-51.

The life, teaching, examples, and acceptance of Yeshua towards those (and me), are what helps me go through my time of lonesome sorrowing – past, present, and future.

I am thankful knowing He walks beside me, every step of the unfamiliar way – where the only certainty is that He is.

BUSY DAY IN 2 COUNTIES ~ No Lamb in Sight

I needed to go downtown for some batteries, so I did that – after I set the garbage bins out for tomorrow’s pick up.

It was supposed to be a quick trip downtown.

I didn't get fancy with my appearance.

After I bought the batteries, I thought I’d drive into Castle Rock and grab a few salads to round out my meals.

As I neared Castle Rock, I heard the talking head on the radio say, “It appears March has come in like a Lamb, and will go out like a Lamb”. I burst out laughing, envisioning a rampaging lamb – I don’t know where that fella was speaking from; but I can tell you that in these parts, a March Lion has been tearing things up, with some pretty schizoid weather.

There hasn’t been a Lamb in sight …

March's feisty 'lamb'.

When I got to Castle Rock, and was in Select Market thinking what type of salads to bring home … I got to thinking of all the tasty salad dressings I could whip up using any of the collected recipes I have gathered over the decades: so, I came home with 3 plastic containers of various salad greens - they’ll do until my own garden starts pumping out salad greens 😉

Heading back home, I turned off Westside Highway onto Delameter Road; it has been a while since I’ve used that crossover road. I was hoping the road construction had moved past the gravel stage … but if it was still a dusty/muddy mess, I’d tough the rough ride out – the car is filthy anyway until the rains settle down, and it can get washed (hopefully in April).

Delameter Road to Heron Pointe. 16 min's (9.6 miles).

Driving along Delameter, I was glad to see there was no more gravel: but I was not glad to see what has been done with that lovely country drive. The road has been raised significantly in places; a hay strewn mud wall rises on one side, guardrails are placed statically, and ugly metal bar-cement bridges have been put over culvert drainage ditches.

The whole thing really hurt my eyes: the drive used to be relaxing, and pretty.

Now, it is some ‘educated’ eco-freak’s urban eye-sore.

Delameter Road has been raised - and the scenery has been ruined, too.

No more gravel ... but the guardrails and cement culvert bridges look ugly.

A little further on, another ugly sight assaulted my vision.

A tiny patch of forest had been logged – and again, some ‘educated’ eco-freak’s idea is messing up the view.

Logging going on up Delameter - small patch; probably a private log sale.

I don’t have a problem with logging … I married a logger in 1974 – and Bob was born into/raised in a logging family. I appreciate loggers.

But I do have a problem with educated idiots forcing their idea of utopia on us: those raised logging litter pyramids are an eye-sore – and wildfire tinder. The litter pyramids are ridiculous; and serve no logical reason, other than to soothe the egomaniac’s {reasoning}.

I was glad to put Delameter Road behind me when I reached the end of it.

And that was a sad thought ☹: Delameter used to be a nice country cross-over drive.

After I got home, and put the salad greens in the ‘fridge, it was about 11 AM: so, I got to thinking it was still early in the day … and I hadn’t been to Eden Valley yet this year; so, I put together some flower urns with Spring theme flower arrangements for Bob’s Grandparent’s plot, and his Father plot – and took some Spring flowers along, to put on our plot, replacing those I had placed in the Fall.

Off I went.

The day was young.

The weather was favorable.

Eden Valley has always soothed me.

Eden Valley Cemetery from Heron Pointe. 59 min. (46.6 mi)

When I got to our plot, I saw again, that everything had been scattered; I picked up the upended flower pot and solar lamp. It’s kinda disheartening when I see the floral arrangements I make up/set in place, strewn around I tatters.

Glancing around the cemetery perimeters, I could see that stormy weather had caused a lot of damage to the sentinel trees standing along the borders.

It looks like storm chaos blew through.

Several trees were 'topped', and broken limbs lay all around the premises.

The poor bedraggled trees and shrubs need pruning.

Everywhere was evidence of March tearing through like a lion: there was no evidence there has been a gentle lamb passing through …

Everyone else’s plots looked bright and cheery – but the people who place the arrangements live in the Valley, and can stay on top of the blowsy situations … I do not, so it is discouraging to always be picking up scattered remnants of the arrangements I lovingly make to honor those I have loved/those who have loved me.

I brought the flower pot and tattered flowers home; and I’ll take the lovely arrangements I made this afternoon back when the weather has settled down, and they may actually stay in place.

Driving back home, I was startled to see – and feel – the highway sliding away near the Transfer Station turnout.

Highway sliding near top of KM.

Is the whole KM area falling apart?

March’s Lamb must have bypassed this area, too.

If the County gets to fixing this stretch of road, that will put a real pinch in travel between neighboring towns; there is no close alternate route that would connect Skamokawa with Graysriver: KM Mountain is {it}.

I hate the Astoria-Megler Bridge, which would be the only alternate route available if/when the road patchwork is done.

That would be a very long alternate route to Graysriver.

Wahkiakum County

There are logging roads that tie-in; but those rough roads are gated to the public because of morons that have dumped garbage … and bodies … on isolated logging roads. The logging roads would be good alternates because they are pretty (rough, but pretty scenic); but garbage and dead bodies would not be pleasant to see along the route.

And most people, driving cars, want paved alternate routes.

Coming off KM Mountain, I noticed a computer update on the car’s dashboard: {power mode} is a new thing that wasn’t there earlier – and it is apparently “off”, and I was not understanding what needed to be done to turn it “on”. I didn’t even know what it is for. So … I drove straight through Longview, to Dick Hannah’s in Kelso.

I don't know what 'power mode' is ... or why it's 'off'; so drove to Dick Hannah's when I reached Longview.

MAP Cowlitz County

Dick Hannah in Kelso from Ocean Beach Highway, Longview. 13 mins.

The Power Mode purpose never was explained to me – but the fella there did turn it on 😉

Leaving Dick Hannah’s, I decided to stop in at the Chef’s Store Warehouse Foods, and grab some halibut – I am sticking to my weight loss agenda 😊

While I was there, I grabbed some sea scallops too.

I like fish meals – Bob didn’t.

But now, there is just my taste buds to please … so, I came home with halibut, sea scallops, and cleaned-filleted-razor clams 😉

Stopped at Chef's Store on the way home and got some Sea Scallops for my WW Meals.

SPENDY, but worth it.

This week is Holy Week observances of the Last Supper … leading up to Good Friday, and Resurrection Sunday.

I am so glad that the insanity of the demonrat obamanites cannot seriously affect my life. I live in this world, that is true … but I do not love this world; therefore, I am not bound by the raging insanity of the obamanite lawlessness.

I am thankful for the scenic beauty of Yeshua’s created world: but, I know that it will some day go up in flames – to be replaced with a new world, and a beauty that will never fade.

I am thankful for my life: but, I know that eventually this body will die, and my spirit will be housed in a new body – like the one Bob’s spirit now resides in; a body that will never know pain, or age.

I am thankful that I gave birth … and welcomed 4 grandchildren into our family network; but, I know the children and grandchildren are individuals that have to make their own decision concerning Elohei. I love them, but I do not love them more than Yeshua. Bob understood this – the children/grandchildren do not; they do not want to understand. They do not acknowledge Elohim. They do not want to know Yeshua. They reject the Ruach Ha’Kodesh. Elohei is foreign to them … and they hate me for being a Christian.

They have chosen the world, and everything that is of the world.

When my time here on Earth comes to an end, I want to be where Yeshua, and Bob are.

Mahalia Jackson – “When I Wake Up In Glory” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw4GMsTrwhE)

Mahalia Jackson – “Walk All Over God’s Heaven” ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSq9tvwM5_c)

My whole life – since I was 8 years old – has been built around my love for Yeshua and his devotion to me; I cannot allow my love for anything or anyone committed to living for this world and what this world has to offer, to override my love for Yeshua; I will remain faithful and true to Yeshua.

He is my heart’s desire.

He is my Salvation.

He is the Lover of my soul.

He is my Husband.

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPpV1Wcsgk0)