We hear his riddles, as he jeers at the games the enemy plays, but… who knows where he hides and from where he came?
Who understands what he is saying unless you know the wavelength he is riding? Without the right frequency… you will just be hearing a vanishing set of words… a ghostly presence … he’s here and there and ‘POOF’, he’s gone.
But when you know many of the same things… you pick up on the code and learn what he’s telling you and you learn he does this so the algorithms can’t decipher. (At least that’s what I’ve come to believe?)
I went hunting for Mr. Purple on line…. I looked high and wide… I found this guy in the icecream shop and asked him if he was Mr. Purple. He answered that he was purple but not Mr. Purple. His name was Jerry.
So I kept looking and found this guy in a hotel parking lot. I asked him if he was Mr. Purple and he answered he was not. He was dressed like an egg plant for a costume party inside the hotel of which he told me he was late and had to hurry off.
I kept on looking. Now, more determined than ever… I pondered where would Mr. Purple spend his time? I remembered he hunts for ghosts and finds them in all sorts of places. It was now about 1:00 in the afternoon, so I thought to hunt in some haunted buildings… believing it safe in the mid of day… I came across this ominous place and the sun soon was overshadowed… I said to myself… “I’m outta here”, no purple even a Mr. Purple is worth risking to go to such a place. So I ran away from that place, far, far away.
I found myself back in the mix of the day and finding so many things that were purple from mushrooms to flowers and onions, balloons and cabbage. Even a bird and some funny little buttons.
By now the sun had gone down and I happened across a place where these ghostlys were hanging. It was then that I remembered Mr. Purple had said, it was he who was king of finding the ghosts. So I wondered at this for a minute, as I stared. I pondered and decided he can have all of those.
So, I got into my car and drove far away and came across a nice restaurant. Being hungary by now, I thought to park and go inside and get me some food. I pulled out my cell phone and started to search for Mr. Purple. All of a sudden I found some interesting things….
I found so many of the things we also covered on the Marshall Report over the years… it was said a bit stronger and with frogs but it was the message….
And Vincent Kennedy always has a scope on the things that matter… even anti- matter.
Strong language, but strong message. (Plug your ears if need be. Smile.)
Oh that Mr. Purple…what’s this???
Mr. Purple catches demons…
Mr. Purple knows the algorithms….
We find “Fani Obama”….
We see some past detective work…
Finally, we found Mr. Purple.
…..So I finished my dinner at the Mr. Purple Rooftop Restaurant… satisfied with both my dinner and my find…
And decided to post all of this on my blog so Mr. Purple will stop saying I never post anything of his. As I told him before, we have to find him first before we can share his information… and to do that… we first have to break through the code to figure out what it means. Smile.
KEEP ON PRESSING INTO THE KINGDOM OF GOD! PRESS, PRESS, PRESS!
DIANNE
