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The defamation of frater mak
PIPE 11.
MAACKNAZTIE.
O
Thickology is still only thickology.
This is the first kard of the tarot order it repz the
letter A, punnishment pain and suffuring, are the most
important features here, is that its number is
zero,
and is equal to nowt, the badness of the mad fool, the
wagger,the absent school boy, and the loser, within the
whole system, now the red nose of mak is on the back
of the mps spiraling patterns of infinite space, zero, a
ever expanding universe, spiralateing inturning
movements, I have eight children as a result of this
revelusional reproduction, of my essence I look after
my family, cooking and cleaning, doing all my
responsibilitys and dutyies are taken care of, my
picture has me blowing a raspberrie, only in fvn times,
for the kidz, the reason why I do all this house work is
because my partner sharon venables is ill and disabled
so it aint because im gay or something, these girly
aspects are my responibilitys,
oo
my mum and her spirit controls the rediculum of this
activity, this care assistant position, is what in this
world makes me more than nothing, but when the jobs
done its back to nothing again, my mum and stepdad
have always maintained this, I am nothing, this mad
idea of lifting me up and dropping me down, there is
this idea that im something more than nothing but its
always the same, as soon as the quick fleeting time is
over, then put down as nowt again, and the english
system punnish's nothing too,
ooo
my whole life is a equation of zero plus 1 – 1 , = o every
time, nothing from nothing leaves nothing,
TETRAGRAMATON
The mps tarot kard deck, is the nu world tree of good
and bad knowledge, and my name is cognate with this
tree, robert andrew henderson, my mum and dad, had
two children my sister and me, I came after my sister,
who is older than me, in order for you to understand
my mps tarot you'll have to listen a bit to my brief
hiztory,
starting with my mother, she was a only child, also
born out of wedlock, ( the original bastard child), an
independent woman my mother and father, were not
brother or sister, and were not inherent to marrige,
the relationship was played by right conquest, my dad
colin henderson was a compleat stranger to my
mother, befor they met, and when they did meet he
was the best man, and she chose him, as her suiter, this
is the way its done in england, when they married, he
took her as his wife, and took her way from her
parents into their own flat in chorlton cum hardy,
where they made a home and became a mother and
father, and learnt to grow, as the older part of the
family died off, eventually, this method ensures the
virility and capacity of the new father and mother, to
be, the dad with his new bride, having been found the
best man for the job, in england this is inclusive to
being in work, and having money, and the looks mostly
tall dark and hansome, strutting around town, like a
peacock, entering to social competition, in a
continuous social community, another sexual rite or
fractum to this image, of a man in spiritual england is
the moody, look, which go's down well, and is worn
over the handsome looks, which is used to give the
prospectus girl – woman, something to bargain with
their god she pretending to save the fathers soul as
they lift themselves up into the new posture as mother
and father, this is all camoflarge, this is formulatic
foundation of all relationships, here in england, my
dad would play the fool, and swoon, the spirits of my
mum, to attract her to him, she sees the fool with pity
and laughter, pleadgeing inside herself to save ,love
and care for her husband. The backdrop of his foolish
spirit was that his family especisly his dad,my grandad,
was sneering at him because he wanted him to go into
the royal navy, but my dad went awol, and wouldent do
what his family wanted him to do, this caused a rift,
and set apart my dad, from his dad, which meant that
my dad despeately flung his love at my mother, with a
genuine need for shelter from the storm, this division
creates the gaps in the mps deck, by which we all suffer
with asthema, and loss of breath, the vacuum buckets
takeing our breath out of our lungs, my father was
fallen, and this was a serious bussiness, too his family,
as like my mother they all believed in the religious
bible, and the teachings of jesus christ, as their teacher
of law and order, so they judged him down and out
forever. The trick in this english sexual relationship,
was arranged by the spirit that in order to save himself
he only had one chance to give two children, to the
fractum to this image, of a man in spiritual england is
the moody, look, which go's down well, and is worn
over the handsome looks, which is used to give the
prospectus girl – woman, something to bargain with
their god she pretending to save the fathers soul as
they lift themselves up into the new posture as mother
and father, this is all camoflarge, this is formulatic
foundation of all relationships, here in england, my
dad would play the fool, and swoon, the spirits of my
mum, to attract her to him, she sees the fool with pity
and laughter, pleadgeing inside herself to save ,love
and care for her husband. The backdrop of his foolish
spirit was that his family especisly his dad,my grandad,
was sneering at him because he wanted him to go into
the royal navy, but my dad went awol, and wouldent do
what his family wanted him to do, this caused a rift,
and set apart my dad, from his dad, which meant that
my dad despeately flung his love at my mother, with a
genuine need for shelter from the storm, this division
creates the gaps in the mps deck, by which we all suffer
with asthema, and loss of breath, the vacuum buckets
takeing our breath out of our lungs, my father was
fallen, and this was a serious bussiness, too his family,
as like my mother they all believed in the religious
bible, and the teachings of jesus christ, as their teacher
of law and order, so they judged him down and out
forever. The trick in this english sexual relationship,
was arranged by the spirit that in order to save himself
he only had one chance to give two children, to the
world perfectly, one girl and one boy, but the problem
was that these children were damned,the girl with
physical illness, and the boy with mental illness, the
interior curse was against blood, as we were not part of
the familys inner circle, we were not royal blood, we
were blood royale, the devils children, this tention
came from my dads curse, but that do'sent let my
mother of the hook, as far as any royal inbreeding
went in england it certainly changed here, in this
relationship complex, cast out as the oppostitual
damned as in our familys, this trouble was pushed very
far, outta limits, my dad was a drinking gambler, with
the eye for sex, I think my grandad(a police man),
tought him the qabbalic numbers, as the cards and
betting, early on, as when he died I received these
numbers in the form of the 56 playing cards, ( the
minor arkana) as my inheritance, and its my mum who
has in her possesion the 22 major arkana, which I
received the golden precepts from her, in me these two
decks are combined in my own pack, the mps tarot
deck, the madjeztick pipe system.
QUESTION; HOW DID THIS HAPPEN, ?.
Innocence is a six, six, six, folded name
This is a bit simple, my dad rebel'ed against his
parents, and my mother did too in her own ways, more
passive, the social climate, was a modern drive away
from the old order, of the victorian age, the love flung
towards my mum, was a violent serge of confused and
complex spirits, that needed a place to be, the whole
relationship was sexually violent. Enforceing the future
like a gangster, my dad was judged by the elder
spirituals, around him they watch his movements as he
had just come out of wormwood scrubs, for his krimez
of womanizeing, boozeing while awol in the royal navy,
so when he came out he desperately serged forwards
into my mothers life, shoveing and pushing, forceing
by any chicanery, possible to establish himself, as the
right man for the job, hopeing to shake off the curse, of
the past, and yet this all failed, at first sight, he
appeared in control of his life, like a so called real
man, ( thanks corrina,angie,lucy.) tall, dark and
handsome, and a bright middle class prospect, hidden
in his hand, all bluff, and tricks though, me and my
sister, got born, but my mother, who was extreamely
spoilt by her stepdad, was in this relationship and
never satisfied, with all this, which defeated, the cause,
of my dads, she changed in all, her ways, my mum went
into another time completely, they split up, eventually
divorced, my mum became for awhile both mum and
dad for me and my sister, ( sharon), we all lived, at
kepal road in a one bedroom flat, while my gin soaked
mum, worked nites in a gay nite club, at chorlton, as a
barmaid, our life became vulgarized, in chorlton cum
hardy, manchester, my dad failed to rise up from his
fallen position, and so my mum failed him.
ENTER STEPDAD.
Colin bell.
Confronted with this thoughly damnedable, situation,
he was compelled, because of his KARD, in this deck as
hirophantic preist, thats the one that tells the secrets,
too the lower grades, “WELL”, he tells the story and
drings it down, even further, completely settling the
symbols in hell, by telling lies to his own company of
people, about how he came in to my mums life like a
knight in shining armour, too save our family from
destruction, of hell, that my mum and dad had fallen
into, telling his tale's lieing, so, instead of it all being
about our qabbalistic hero the zero, as the card truly
is, he makes it an evil kard bad, perpatrateing his
debagging tale to his crowd of initiated drunken
partners, and anyone eles who can profit or benefit
from his lie, which he can pull into his sick web of
deceit, so such a truth of the fool kard never sees the
light of day, bastardized toonz.
In the truthfull case of this fool kard there
are several distinct meanings, historicly important ,
bits not noted or told by my stepdads lies, these must
be made known here, as to understand the missing
goodness of this bad tale, if this is not done then the
mps tarot deck,( or any tarot deck,) will not be
understood properly, or used properly, which really
infruout this silly and foolish life, has been sadness
and punnishment, just for being me, being made to
suffer for being born as this kard, by all the other
players,kardz in the deck, who think themselves to be
something or someone more than zero, all egotized
and supreamely empiriclly insane, in this game none
can ever love or understand a loser like me as money is
the biggest, form of their worship.
WHY THE NU JERUSALAM DONT NEED ANU SVPAMAK
No one wants to go out with a pauper, a dolely, as a
youth I would want something or other and dream my
self someone other than what I am, but now ive come
to this tarot arkana, readings upon my kard I find
myself trapped in the loser poverty forever, there is no
svnshine where I am, im reading aleister crowleys
tarot deck and being taught the equinox of the new
age, with a new god resideing on the throne, but in my
real life Im controled and governed by christian
worshippers who have secretly let themselves into the
tarot society, to destroy it and its symbols, these are
the ones that punnish me and hald me down, till the
end of time, these are the ancient religian causeing the
nitemare wrote in here, there evil afterlife and
resurection lie's, incarnational nitemare, their god ,
dosent love this fool, my sex,drugs and rock,n roll, life
style, to the devil I was sent, by my parents, and the
system, into the same hell I was born in,
punnishments, yet my priority number one is too DO
WHAT, I WANT, and this is why im the loser the
punnished boi, with my rights and libertys restricted,
and blocked, injunctioned, in the fool kard of the other
decks up to the fool of the thoth tarot, there are
discussions that the fool is the christ of the tarot, athe
saviour massiah of the sacred order, of the illuminatii
but, in my deck the fool enjoys no such privilege , this
is considered by my parents and peers and other
players seen as just madness, this whole symbol is
ignored and betrayed, because of the danger of the
issue, they all resort, to interperate this kard as all
negative and bad qualitys as expressed by my stepdad
the preist, and they bannish the whole symbol very far
away from themselves, into this hell, that you as my
reader finds me, abused and neglected, hated and
scorned, I write this ledger only because, I cannot
sleep, and nothing to do at all after all my dutys, no
one can help me the monarks, the preist the
government, the millitary, the police, the coucellers
social workers, and all the class's of players, are
against this fool, right now, they all agree on one thing
that im totally insane, and the very pressence of my
spiritual life makes everthing very difficult for me, I
carnt think or breath, in this claustrophobic hatred,
and the resort to beating me physicly and mentally,
these kards people dont like or respect me the class me
as a lunitick, they DO not believe that my deck, is the
last tree of good and bad knowledge, for the new age,
to them im just weird and wrong, and the treat me
very cruelly, they will not entertain any notion, of
freindliness. Whats in question here is weather im
reponsible, enough to be a father and are always
deviseing ways to inter-fear with me and my family,
sneaking behind my back, asking questions of my
children about what go on inside our home,
attempting any trick to dam me more and more, a
saviour is needed but it will only be their old god the
way things are right now I dont stand a chance, a
group of spiritualists decended upon me six years back
and I suffer thrombosis, as a result of their curses, in
favour of their god, they accused me of stealing the
tarot, and said that I could not be a candidate for
mksayha, as I was just a ordinary man and not divine
just mad, this fact is true I am just a man my mother
and fathers address and voteing details are in the
system, im born and raised in manchester, the
madchesta mktella, educated at their schools all this is
common knowledge, this proves im not superhuman,
certainly not a candidate for saviour of the planet,
because im human, and not svpa, alien, or angelick, or
spiritual, and at the very lest accusation, my mother is
and was not a virgin, when she met my dad, ( slag,) and
my dad was a alcholic drunk, not a divine god, or even
a symbol resembling a god, that all this about the fool
is lies and phantasy, many arguments, many
accusations, ive been locked up in their police cells for
argueing against them, another point of theirs was
that im not supernatural, but just natural, and there
for not a god, sez the govening bodies that lord over
me this day and on wards, that includes just about
everyone with a massive superstion developed by the
catholick pope, what he would think and say and do,
they huddle together in spite of me in everyway, Mr
crowley teaches that they should represent their
foolish saviour properly, as in the gnostic mysterys,
but the oto, and fraternal saturnis wont even accept
this man as their fool, holding out for nobody, I carnt
even think of the AA, or any other rosycrucian,
fellowship pack, ever likeing or allowing me at all, I
have to suppose they dont, and I stay out of their way,
unless im visited by the secret service,mi5,6 or cia or
some other dept, and punnished even more, for ever
beleiveing that im this fool, enpowered with this
magick tarotick powa, the people on the internet
definitely dont agree with me, at all, they with their
fantastick phycic power would know if I was right or
not, and would know of my existance, because they
would be wise and graded enough to know, they say,?,
pagan neo wikka witch's, spiritualist dont want to
know me, at all, foretune tellers dont know or care ,
about me artist, pyhcic's, druids, catholicks, and all
other religians, murderously dont wanna know me, so
lets not consider the harlequin as saviour any more
this is a nothing method of stupidity, which ive
trancended to escape punnishment, sex pitys me, love
pretends to comfort me, but its all christainity try to
save to punnish me over and over again, love has left
me never too return again, love denide the big L,
assures that my first sons mother tried to have me
stabbed, I destroyed my second love, stoned and drunk
amounst lots of girls like a loser fool that I am, girls
only use me for the child benefit money, the english
judges fall on their side, love is dead, as useury, and
the shear deprivation, which dwells in my love, results
in me shagging into boredom, the love of the foolish
god is not their at all, so I could not find any shelter
here, love proved to be a lie, with my girlfreind lucy
marsh we just had sex all the time but no children, just
worship of the cunt, excessive copy's of my dads kind
of love, after lucy all my other girls had gone my life
was in silent darkness, I was here in life, but treated
like I didnt exsist, I never sign on for dole, living of
friends and takeing lsd,weed,andwizz, I was
worshipping the pagan goddess, of midnight magic,
her witchcraft, till I moved into my one bedroom flat
seven floors up in a block of flats, in wythenshawe, the
walls were pink the floor was pink, I thought I had a
chance at life, I met sharon venables, I convinced her
that I was gonna be someone special, yet this has
turned out to be bulshit, like the contrivences my dad
conjoured too my mum, I thought myself that I was
gonna be a great tarot reader, a grand master of sorts,
which would save me from my great depression,
sharon had five kids all boys, as we bashed and beaten
our wild eggs in oue phycosis of a relationship, I even
believed in the spirits of the tarot, as the secret cheifs
that I was gonna be famous and rich, in this
anoarchistic times of sex and drugs and rock n roll,
this occult madness, and violence infruout contorted
khaotic destruction, played out as a mad pyhco drama
of a fucking loser kind, id destroyed my last family in
my herculean debaurchey, I idley thought things were
gonna be different here, but thing were not, this is
what the crocodile stands for in my kard the reptillian
breed of satans seed, and me the stupid fool with no
idea of the ancient trouble following infru too my
future, me the kid of the deck, wagging school, and and
the crap from the cats beastly spirits in my future to
come, the thelemic willance of my inheritance,
DO WHAT THOU WILT
SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW.
My school bag contains my kardz, my book of follyz
and amuseing annoying inheritance, which at that time
was not in my possesion as it is to day, and according
to the old order guard, never will be mine, ever, they
call my deck, A PACK OF LIES, and their god jehovnah
the old man in the sky, judges me for my follis, my
sinfull ways, judgeing and punnishing me with his
helping angels, sending me to hell, which funny
enough is where I found my deck of kardz, my
inheritance, thus sez this fool.
ROBERT ANDREW HENDERSON, AKA, MAACKNAZTIE.
It would NOT be stupid to consider,or even that it
would be very convenient to treat these two names as
one , that is me, MAACKNAZTIE, the name of the mps
fool who has the devils little hornz, and is the ultimate
expression, of them anywhere through out the tarot
society, and as wrote here previously has been
animated in pieces, as in the other 21 major tarots,
condemned as not the massiah, ?, but a very naughty
boi,naught = zero, o, my mother who is the first to put
me down, and hand me over to these tarotic
freemasons, and sent me to the high preist, of the mps,
my dad to receive these arkane secrets, to inherit when
I was twenty one my dads minor arkana, it wasent long
after that that my dad died, in this kard though is the
very close expression of the true nature of
maacknaztie, a demi-god, of hell, the magick and the
mysticism, is all drug enduced, but as it is right now,
im sober, my dad delivered me to my mum, and my
mum delivered me to the planets earth, in the komik
manual flipp book that comes with this deck of kardz,
is the kazam lightening flash that represents my birth,
my story is in the mps tarots, and as I sit outside them
they are a direct result of my interior complexity,
wrongly interperated as madness or schzoid, this is
actually my art and craft, my madness is a result of the
situations that lead to the createion of these pics not
the other way round, my mps are the pipes, the vines,
of my tree of lifes ancestry branching infruout the
inter-diamentional time and space continuum, the
pipes of the devil mak, pipeing in fear and panic, in
drunken debauchery, violateing every rule and creed
ever created by the old order, my constant companion
the mad cat pranceing in freewill, around the
spaces,the violence represents the crocodile, which is
mak, as a monster raveing mad on revenge, and
hatred for the other players, and me rideing into the
system on a ass/eesment center, penal reform code,
and penalty for being absent from school, returning
too madchezta drunk on lsd, trippin off my massick
head, magnitude is my girlfreinds nuitly surrounding
the wreath me reading and telling my 4 toonz to the
people on the partyline, over time the whole image
degrades into nothingness, when madchezta was
enjoying the hacienda, 24 hour party people, I enjoyed
a small rise, as maacknaztie which was when I knew for
the first time, I was the tarot fool, completely
dickheaded, getting away with tellin the 4 toonz to the
people, spiritualized ecxtasy, but the old guard, times
twelve brothers and sisters brought that to a
screeching halt, but now their was or is any dought
that maacknaztie is the devil, born and developed
because of the sexual union of my dad and mum,
extraordinaliy defiled and deformed and crass, the
origins of my name and meanings which here and now
has been explained, thoughly, as a dad, a son, a fool, an
object of laughter, and abuse, for the followers of my
stepdad the hierophant, these accuse me directly as the
antichrist, and devil, worshiping fool, and dismiss, me
entirely because im completely wild and mad, ive been
put down beneath the universal sky, as the sky godz
spit upon my head, anointing me as the satanic devil,
SUMMATION
I have attempted too seperate myself from, the others
in the pack, here, so as to explain, I, hope, fully what I
wanted to say even the truth of the stepdads or preists
back stabbing should appeal to the intruitive sense,
before the bully gods whipp the truth from you,
takeing away the truth of this fools symbol, and all its
meanings, all these other trumps think they are better
than me, each number, higher than mine, so I hope you
study and read my kardz, with the fools cap on, and
come over to the new world order, as in the character
of the initiate into the mps, proper, because, truthfull
unless ive allowed it you aint really supposed to know
this adepts secret knowledge, in my past it was seen as
natural for my stepdad and the others to dicredit me
into this artist, but the mess im in now, is caused by
the sabotage and spiritual ambush suppressing any
attempt to rise, but remember, science will move the
old order from the religious jehovah and his rules,
which they have set down here in my relationship
which is supposed to be nothing is actually
inter-related with the other ten kardz, in a
streight/curved destiny of hatefull game, becoming
encircled hopefully unified in the knowledge of the
here and the now, so that the players, may see the
dealer, dealing the kardz, summating the totals with
some clear'r idea and last judgements createing uneasy
guilt, the design of the present fool kard named
maacknaztie, persumes all that ive said the fool,
secretly wealthy the inherent devil symbolized by his
horns and held in his hand is his staff, which
represents order, the order of the mps with the top
crowned and equally named dikhead, or secretly
ipissimus, over my shoulder is my bag that contains
the mps as my inheritant fruits of life, the mps which
is the tree of good and bad luck, of destiny and fate,
the cap which im wearing represents the knwledge of
the past, present, and future, or symbolizeing that im
the brother of yesterday, today, and tommorrow, the
tella of time, 4 toonz told by me from the fruit of my
drunken expression, namely my mps tarot deck, whos
backs are eternal spirals of the red nose of mak,
multi-inter-diamentional-infoldments of pockets in
time and space, a 3D space time continuum infruout a
tubal pipeline, and me manifesting from nothing to
something, which is still this zero hour god of nowt,
also this spiral whorl , the red nose the secret nature of
robert a henderson, the mak clown aka maacknaztie
the manifester of the deck of my mother and fathers
gift, too me, transformed by me into the madjeztick
pipe system, aka the nu world order, a ancestral tree of
knowledge, the whole system of world wide
freemasonry, symbolized by the cat containing the true
meaning of legion, of the ancient gods of thoth
symbolized by the crocodile, and the reptile of our
wisdoms origin, of our mkaatian subtextual 4 toonz
told, and in the center of the world is me mak, as the
cosmik saviour the mkassiah jeztaz khriztaz of the
madjeztickpipe system,
H.R.M
HIZZ ROYALE MADJEZTIE
MAACKNAZTIE
H.R.M.MK.I.H.O.O.H.O.M.P.S.O.OO.OOO.
This is the true meanings of this card.
