HAARP – Novus Odo Seclorum — Polar Bears

          But last night it was the polar bears up in the arctic running fast along a long barren field of ice and snow, going towards the North, running up to perhaps Narnia a crystal ball type of world. It was almost as if they were programmed exactly where to go and how fast to get away from people. That is right the polar bears were running to get away from my family and some other people in the dream that I remember, who could do nothing to them. But they seemed to have like a homo sapienlike ambition to run and go someplace that was of a higher awarness than themselves. I didn’t see them at first, I remember my mom saying to me, "Mark do you see the polar bears?" And I was looking into the direction of the polar bears that were running, where she and others were pointing and I could not see them. I was also shielding my eyes from glare, or perhaps it wasn’t glare but a percieved glare. There may have been lights in the far distance of city lights or lights from oil mining facilities, and I was over exaggerating the glare from this. The polar bears were no where’s near that far away, and I figured out that my mom and aunt and everyone were saying they were closer, and then I saw them.  If you are thinking of movies then this might sound a little bit like that one called the Golden Compass (and also The Day after tomorrow.) Remember how in that one, it was another end of the world movie, where the whole country was suffering through an Ice Age cooling caused by global warming. And today it is funny that today Moe came up to me and said, "Hello friend, how are you doing?" And I said, pretty good, just eating some rhubarb pie, and Moe was like, "I’m cold." Some wicsh way and some that."
How could he be cold and yesterday was so hot? The dream was about the cold and up there in the artic ice ball north and seeing those Polar bears.

      In the dream, I was running towards the bears with the rest of my folks and then I heard Alex Jones yelling at me from the back, from our truck or trailer or long research vessel type of thing. "Mark, hey come back here!" "Come back here, I’m stuck!"  I was caught up in the frenzy of chasing these polar bears, like everyone else. It actually seemed like a small herd of them and they looked like these beautiful balls of white, they were running blended in with the snow and the barren ice on a setting sun, it was amazing. I think some common sense registered into me when Alex Jones was yelling, and I was like, what happens when these bears decide to turn around and then make of all of us people, into these tasty shish kabobs? Why were the bears running from us and then again, perhaps more importantly why were we all running to them? So when Alex Jones yelled, I stopped and thought about what I was doing. I was like, yeah let these bears have their day in the sun, I don’t get this. Something was up, my family were instinctively running after the bears, maybe the bears knew a place to go that was safe. Maybe the New World Order had a bigger value on the lives of these polar bears than they had on people such as you and I. Perhaps the bears were trained through some kind of psycho kinesis or survival ancient instinct that the 2012 people learned of and this was an emergency beacon for them.   Who knows maybe they are HAARP trained bears to go to the underground bases up in the artic north.    Alex Jones was probably knowledgeable of something here, the bears were like guys running after a hot woman or a hot piece of ass and knowing that they aren’t going to get it. But running after it like it is some kind of imaginary oasis. "The trash that all comes and goes in here."  It was made distinctively known to me in the dream that the New World order people like wildlife such as polar bears much more than us, and they think of human culture as garbage. "Good, getting my coffee!"
 

Dream about werewolves. I was howling and I could see and hear wolves howling far away. They were large wolves and it was like I was out in a far off deserted area, It was lik North Dakota and parts of Texas, like going up to the Wichita area. There were trees but it also felt kind of cold and barren and capable of being really cold. So I think this was like North Dakota. And I was howling to wolves and it was wolves that we drove by and I pointed out. They could have been werewolves and this was something that felt old and everything felt really familiar. These wolves that I don’t know if they were humans that were now wolves and living out away from human habitations but close enough to where you could hear them. It made me wonder about a werewolf society that exhisted out and under the radar but that was really close, within howling distance away.

Another dream that I had involved my mom and I was telling her that this was the end-times. I was really profusely saying this to her, and I was trying to get my point to her by talking about HAARP, which I felt as a presence in the dream. HAARP can create earthquakes and it can alter and change people’s behaviour to the way that you don’t even know who they are. Or perhaps it can even screw with your mind so much that you don’t think you ever knew who they were to begin with. And I was talking about the Catholics who are screwing little boys and having sex with boys. That these are the end times and I remember saying that "I am the only one who knows it." I had that sense of a feeling that I was back living in Denton and yet there were strong feelings of the north here in the more wild dakotas. But I kept saying and saying and reiterating that these are the end-times that we are living in! That God made me the only person alive now that could understand and know this. That I have this top secret information no one else knows this. And I was grabbing her, my mom and pretending like I was humping her to show her how aweful and disgusting the acts of the Catholic priests are to the boys and little girls they are sodomizing. 
       This dream reminded me of the dream with the werewolves that was a couple of nights before. It had the feeling of that book the neverending story, of a world that was changing because of The Nothing, because of this strange and gusty and powerful apocalyptic force of change that was happening. It reminded me of bible verses where Jesus talked about the end-times. The end of an era, of wars and rumors of wars and earthquakes and powerful rumblings. And I was getting mad and whiny and complainy too in the dream because I felt like there was a lot more that I was capable of accomplishing here but it was not going to happen. And I had to make a choice between accomplishing those things with a world that was wasn’t totally helpful and for my cause. Or to be a part of the prophecy of the end-times and tell people about why it was happening and why God wasn’t going to allow this "Hamlet" thing to continue. People who would copy me and not give me credit and then work

and conspire to make me look bad and go down. This was the end-times that I was telling people, there was a gust of HAARP storm that I was feeling and I just knew that it was a lot going on.Demon powerful gusts and this was HAARP,  HAARP was going out of control as a man posted on the conspiracy forum. I just remember seeing gray and gray winds everywhere all around. And it was like the sound of locusts that you read about in the bible in the book of Revelation, the locusts about to come out of the pit of apollyon and the wind and gusts they were stirring up. And I was just very adament about it all. It was sad, but it wasn’t so badly sad that I was wanting to recant what I was saying. I had lived through it all, like G.I. Jane would say, "I am not going through that shit again!" They might have to, in order to make things right, but I was done with it all. I was done with HAARP and with lies and peoples hypocrisy and with this world that persecutes thoughts and ideas, like the horror I was with at the Canadian border. That would be over. The Catholic church and sodomizing children and everything, it was about to come to an end. Cosmic radiation, gallactic changes that Nina will larouche was talking to me about. But I could feel that it was the Nothing. Michael Ende