“I declare to you that there is nothing covered up that is not going to be revealed; there is nothing hidden that shall not be known” [UB 1681]. As, now

know, all of Vlad’s Cabalists. They’ve seen in Art’s archives what’s happening. Verily, they know, now.

There is nothing hidden that shall not be known. As know, all of Vlad’s men, not. Therein’s the key to understanding why men say and do, all the right

things on Luna and say and do on Urantia, oppositely, the wrong things. Who taught men, wrong from right?

Who, dear lector, teaches, ye men? And who teaches, the children? And pray tell, who may or may not be, teaching, your dearest, grandchildren?

They well know, what’s happening. Don says of Nixon, ‘He left. I don’t leave.’ Leaving groundswells, of children.

The Cabalists well know, what’s happening. They’ve been discussing it nightly, in soirée, with Arthur. In the hope of penning together, a Panacea,

for Pangaea. An algorithm. To pen 280 character, poetry. Social media revolutions, for Urantia, nee, Pangaea.

A social media revolution, may well spark, a velvet, revolution. Xi says he’ll retaliate if Don escalates trade tensions; knowing, by his tweets, Don’s

intention, is, just that. Twitter Diplomacy. A signature, innovation; precursor to a Velvet, Revolution.

Only seemingly incredibly, the Watcher’s plan to have Art return from the future to co-author with his Cabalist brothers their magnum opus,

implausibly, is working. A new, genre. Nonfictional. Fictional. Interactive. Swords. Words. Kleptography. And NOBUS.

The Watcher’s Plan: ‘Tis not, to be sure, ‘America First’. ‘Tis, acting on The Almighty’s behalf, ’Urantia First’, most assuredly. The Godless Communists on

the Cabal, have come to believe in Him. And his just, retribution. Yet lagging behind, is The Don.

280 characters, tweeted, to keep the Cabal, out of prison. Storm not, the gates, barbarian citizens. And desecrate not, their lifeless, bodies.

We are considering adopting, a Golden Rule. If adopting the Rule keeps them from, the desecration … of bodies.

Vladimir’s Cabal means Art’s MAYDAYS to beat their raps for corruption, murder, a migratory morass and climate crises, connected. As Russian

TV airs its own version of ‘Chernobyl’. One implying that spooks at the CIA may be to blame. Ugly spooks, American.

@GOP @dccc: A helpful algorithm may help Don help Vlad weather crises of confidence, in them. As foreseen, by the Creator’s, Watcher, Penemue. Pen.

He who originally gifted poetry to man, gifts it, anew. In an allegory of child-men, threatening, real, men.

Climate crisis? What climate crisis? A month of rain in a day; parts of the Southeast deal with life threatening, flooding. That science thing, is a hoax.

Like the witch hunts of them angry Dems. Everyone knows that, that science thing’s a left-wing, hoax.

Easy it ‘tis atop gilded ivory towers to weather a month of rain in a day; still, the deplorable leader of the free world oft says that science thing’s, a hoax.

Like witch hunts. And happy, hunting, grounds. Don derides science as a joke. All, just a hoax.

Lots of Democrats and even one Republican, now say Don, committed crimes. And he’s become too international, an emergency, not to be

impeached. Come hell or its, high waters. Yea. Or, nay. On sending Don home to New York’s Riker’s Island, possibly.

Russian hegemony has gotten a boost from Vlad’s masterful plan to restore it. On shoe-string budgets, getting other to foment, for him. Lying some times,

purposely. Other times, inadvertently. Lies, become two-faced, policies. The Don has committed crimes.

Vlad may have to kill, both Art and Don. Killings, in defense of the world order, extant. Art, on his left. And Don, on his right. And it just feels so right; killing,

them. True to the human tradition of ambitious rulers advancing their rules, by killing.

True to the human tradition of ambitious rulers advancing their rules by killing, Vlad may have to kill, both Art, and Don. A self-defensive killing,

preserving, world order. Art, on his left. Don, on his right. A halo promotes, not killing, but cleansing.

But a BBC halo promoting my Talk Show actually, mischaracterizes, killing, as cleansing. True; the human tradition of the rulers advancing their own rules,

by killing. But by this tweet of Art’s I, Vladimir Putin accept that … The Golden Rule, must rule.

By this tweet of Arthur’s, I, Vladimir Putin, accept that The Golden Rule must rule. We of the Cabal have seen in lunar soirées Arthur’s videos of futures,

alternative. Shaken; but all the better, are we. And wishing cynically, for alternative … futures.

Futures, alternative. That’s what we Cabalists, want; now that we’ve seen, with our very own eyes, what’s really, going to happen, to us. Golden Rules

must rule, again, we of the Cabal, now see. Albeit whimsical, we yet wish, in your interests … to rule.

Five criminal characters, in 280 characters, nutshelled. Ironic. That a bluebird’s call for us to tweet to all what’s happening increasingly rule

in communications, social. The Golden Rule, must rule. Storm not, the gates. We’re adopting, the Golden Rule.

Storm not, the gates. We Cabalists are considering adopting, the Golden Rule. If so adopting the Rule may keep, five criminal characters, out of prison.

We’ve been bad. But, we’ll be good. MAYDAYS: 280 characters, tweeted, to keep the Cabal, out of prison.

“Honor the divinity residing within ye. Meditate. Pray. Chant Om in time to your choice of glorious sunsets, sunrises, or, the lovely, Earth, rise.”

Follow Art. Vlad has seen Art’s videos of alt, futures. He’s ready for reform. He has seen his own, demise.

Indeed, all the Cabalists have seen Art’s videos of futures, alternative. In between the wine, cheese and banter of their daily, nightly, lunar, soirées.

They’ve each of them, been left, shaken. A D-Day snub paling next to the emergent, tomorrow’s, todays.

Meanwhile, back in Washington, The Don plows, full-steam ahead; he’s declaring an all new, brand new, national emergency. To Mexico,

destroy. For Republicans, this may be, the dreaded, crucible. Don’s destroying everything, starting with, friendly, Mexico.

It’s as if Charles Manson were the President. Don has ever been, since his visit to Moscow, under the influence of Don-toxin he carries; that he’s been,

globally, unwittingly, disseminating. The best Russian asset, ever, is now, backfiring, for Vlad Putin.

A game-changing, plot twist; the Cabal’s conversion to believers, albeit, cynical, hypocritical, ones. They now know, for they have seen, destinies,

alternative. Don’s under the influence of Don-toxin. And he’s been unwittingly, disseminating it, globally.

Don’s presiding under the influence of Don-toxin. And he’s been spreading it globally. Each time he shakes hands with another human, he’s

socially, infecting them. Witness, a near miss at sea. Tales, of Cossacks and Cowboys. In the air. On, and under, the sea.

Vlad had Don infected in Moscow. That was, then. Fast forward to, today. Whosoever he shakes hands with, gets, infected. A cyber operation,

successful, gone, rogue. Witness, a near miss at sea. Tales, of Cossacks and Cowboys. In air. On, and under, oceans.

It’s not mere narcissism that most worries Vlad about Don. It’s, its malignancy, keeping him up, nights. The Don’s slow-witted. Too slow, on

the uptake. A know-it-all, know-nothing, capable of ruining everything. Vlad may have to kill both Art … and Don.

Vlad may have to kill, both Art and Don. Killings, in self-defense, of two know-it-all, know-nothings, more than capable of everything, ruining. A halo

about the head of Vlad; a promotion. For the debut, of the BBC’s Vlad Putin, Talk Show. He, of the halo.

To get to the bottom of fathomless, questions, ask: “What’s happening.” Ask, “Why not correct what’s wrong with us?” Pray tell, why not Earthrise

as an apt, political, symbol? Humanity needs a symbol, not divisive, to focus upon. It’s beautiful, Earthrise.

Vlad’s statement in anticipation of the BBC’s debut of the Vladimir Putin Talk Show on Friday the 14th of June. Why not as Earth‘s flag, Earthrise?

Symbolically apt. Cohesive, not divisive. It’s beautiful. Watching from Luna, our beautiful Earth … rise.

“Look deeply into my eyes. See my soul. See me with my heart in my hands, beseeching ye. Can we @MoveOn from spies to an Earthrise,

Earth flag? Tweet us at: @Pravitelstvo_RF @xijingping @uriminzok and @KingSalman, for IbS, mourning still, Jamal’s, demise.”

Tweet us at: @Pravitelstvo_RF @xijingping @uriminzok and @KingSalman for IbS, mourning still, Jamal’s, demise. Look deeply,

Urantians, into my eyes. See, my soul. Can we @MoveOn? Hear ye! Hear ye the confessions of Vlad’s Cabal … to move on, emergently.

Vlad added: “To move emergently, hear ye, this: Imagine everyone, metaphysically in the same place at the same time. There, where, as Earthrise,

the view, is known. Heisenberg’s Principle is no bar; my Rx is, as follows this tweet. First, go to, Earthrise.

“To honor the divinity that resides within ye, first go to Earthrise. Set to 432 Hz, the natural frequency of the universe, audio. Imagine the Earth, rise.

Open and close eyes and Om, chant. It’s the divinity within ye that makes a beautiful, Earth, rise.”

Bewildered are the Brits; to hear Vlad speak in a manner other than condescendingly, haughty; speaking reverently, in matters, of faith. To honor

the divinity that resides within ye, a sound 1st step; chant Om in unison, to the sunrise or Earthrise, honor.

The UN, France and Germany, are out. The Cabal is in; the cream of humanity having risen to the top. The Cabal’s on top. On top, are Kim, Don, Mohammad,

Xi and Vlad. They rule, ruthlessly, in their interests and those of Jared, the accomplice, of Mohammad.

The Cabal rule, ruthlessly, in their interests and not incidentally, those of Jared, accomplice, to the murderer, Mohammad. Jared’s cluelessness is, in

all honesty, terrifying. The UN, France and Germany, are out. The Cabal; and The Don’s Jared … are in.

The UN, France and Germany are out. The Cabal and Don’s Jared, are in. Their personal interests, rule. Now incidentally, those of Jared.

Jared Kushner: an accomplice, to murder. Inexperience is one thing; another, entirely, is … the complicity, of Jared.

Khashoggi’s killer is now, officially, on the Cabal. He’s, The Don’s man. Just as Don, Vlad’s man, was brought on by Vlad. Once numbering four, they now,

are five. For the moment, Vlad’s in control. For the majority rules, unless ye number, 8 billion, now.

Inexperience is one thing; another, entirely, is the complicity, of Jared. The UN, France and Germany are out. The Cabal and Don’s Jared and their heirs,

are in. Their personal interests, rule. Now also, those of Jared. Jared’s good at putting on … airs.

What’s wrong with Urantia? What’s happening there? And what’s wrong with this picture? An iconic image, powerful. Humanity needs a symbol,

not divisive, to focus upon. Earthrise. The Cabal cynically, may follow the lead of citizens and adopt it, as symbol.

To usher in a ‘new era’ of cooperation Xi Jinping’s in Russia summiting with Vlad. Verily, a new era is beginning. For Vladimir and Xi, have viewed, Art’s

videos of futures, alternative. And there’s no future in them for them lest they confess, sayeth Art.

The Cabal: Vladimir, Xi, Kim, Don. And since June, by secret vote, the Saudi assassin, Mohammad. They viewed Art’s videos of the future and they see

no alternative. There’s no room in the future in them, for them, lest it’s hanging from … a hanging tree.

Don speaks, albeit not well, the King’s English. Literacy; reading, writing and spelling, confound him. Still, he wasted no time insulting London‘s Mayor Khan

and Harry’s Duchess ere he landed, in Britain. Don respects, no man. Much less any lesser, woman.

Baby Blimp Don is a star and he knows it. He can do whatever he wants with impunity. Thank God that at last night’s banquet, he pulled Britain’s Queen

Elizabeth, towards him, not. Seven bad habits, hath the Don; making him … nasty, even to … the Queen.

Tens of thousands of anti-Trumpers are flooding London, England’s, streets. In a call for change in the political, climate. White men

and white women, marching with non-white, men and women President Donald; he’s nasty, to Americans and … non, Americans.

Climate change could end human civilization by 2050 think, think tank, experts. However expertise, thinks Don, actually resides in him. Don thinks

climate change is the difference in two days’, weather. Hot. Cold. Cloudy. Sunny. So, Don simply … thinks.

Art’s been meeting with Vlad’s Cabal. Nightly, on Luna. In soirée, writing with them, an algorithm. To save a rash man, unwise, from himself. MAYDAYS

they’ve been writing. Aptly titled. MAYDAYS is a clarion call, of distress. A word, for the wise; MAYDAYS.

A heaven-sent distress call from Penemue the Watcher is MAYDAYS. At his behest the Cabal’s prodigal brother Arthur was, from Urantia’s near future,

sent for. To eat, drink and watch videos, of futures, alternative; and pen a panacea, for Urantia’s, future.

Meanwhile in Beijing and Washington an angry white man and a Chinese, Han, man, face off; for US and for China. What’s happening is WAR,

surreally, less about trade, than about race. Clashes of cultures and races and civilizations, are happening. It’s WAR!

War is what’s happening already. Beyond climate and migratory crises, we are slavishly locked into a pattern of conduct, all too human. A Golden Rule

however, yet may save us. Treat others, as ye would be, treated. Hope springs eternal, with a Golden Rule.

Hope springs, eternal; hoping for a Golden Rule. Imagine the elation; the celebration when The Cabal wrote: “A Golden Rule may save us. Treat others

as ye would yourself, be treated.” So wrote, The Don, Kim, Xi and Vladimir. So wrote, the absolute, Rulers.

Why are Vladimir’s Cabalists endorsing the Golden Rule? And why are they so publicly saying so? In a plot twist for the ages, humans, covering, asses,

bared. Bare-assed too when citizens storm the gates; then not even Golden Rules, save, such sorry, asses.

Not even the Golden Rule may save such asses as sit on the Cabal. When citizens become, climate crises, storming gates, of fortresses. Neither

fortresses nor palaces from a mob, afford safety. So The Cabal confesses and petitions us to continue, as rulers.

Art imitates life. And vice, versa. And in Art’s verse The Cabal confess and petition to continue to rule, as follows. We killers, five; namely, Kim, Don, Xi,

Mohammad and Vladimir confess as follows in Art’s MAYDAYS. In accordance with Contingency Plan B.

Contingency Plan B calls for implementation of the Kim-Don Plan. Should citizens be driven to storm gates, it may be too late for Plan B’s

planned evolution, much less for Plan A’s, business as usual. A Cabal’s conundrum, mirrors a human, conundrum, truly.

As if intended to be a lesson to humanity the Cabal’s conundrum mirrors a human one. Contingency Plan B calls for Art’s Kim-Don Plan’s implementation.

Plan A calls for, business as usual. They confess Plan A favors them and Plan B favors, instead, all men.

Plan A calls for business as usual. Plan B calls for reform including truth for reconciliation. To that end the Cabal declare via their prodigal brother, Arthur:

IbS killed Khashoggi. Kim killed Kim. Vlad, many men. Xi as well, especially, Muslim, Uighurs.

Don knows that responsibility for Trade War One lies in the Presidents of the Cabal. Trade War One. And Cyber War One. They are, war. And global. Don

only seems to have started it. Still historians will unfairly, either credit, or discredit, President Don.

Donald knows that responsibility for World Trade War One and World Cyber War One, lies not solely, in him. Vlad’s Cabal, also, is responsible. Global war.

It’s ongoing. Don only seems to be singlehandedly beginning World War III. In their interest, is war.

What would mortifyingly, embarrassing be to most is just a speed bump to a malignant, narcissist. Navy admits White House asked, to hide the McCain,

during, The Don’s visit. Three admirals of Don’s Navy, for US, haunt him, from aboard, the USS, John McCain.

Monday thru Thursday, a long delayed, state visit; fittingly, it coincides with Britain’s most precarious danger since the Spanish Armada. And surreally,

ironically, in the nick of time, here comes, The Don. Don lies for a living and insults … for hobby.

Cheshire Cat Vladimir is in a fix. The BBC’s Vladimir Putin Talk Show won’t debut ‘til June 14th. ‘Til then depending on Double Agent President

Don, to press, Russia’s case. He favors Nigel, Boris and the Brits walking away from continued EU intransigence.

Everything Vlad touches comes up, roses. Don’s been elected and Britain, it appears, from Europe’s Union, is departing. Yet Americans are united

yet. The Europeans also, are yet, a Union. Vlad sent to Britain, Don. To stand up to any, against Vlad, united.