“On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep / Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes / What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep / As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?” — Francis Scott Key, “The Star Spangled Banner”
“The Killing Moon will come too soon.” — Echo & The Bunnymen
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There was a horrific primal nightmare “mass casualty event” in the wee small hours of my old stomping grounds of Baltimore last night.
The Singapore-flagged container ship DALI, chartered by Danish shipping company Maersk, directly collided head-on with one of the Francis Scott Key Bridge’s support pillars at precisely 1:28 am EST, causing multiple sections of the steel arch-shaped continuous truss bridge to collapse into the Patapsco River after the ship had left Baltimore Harbor.
It all took place under a clear sky and full moon, a night for witches and covens and sorcerers and spells. The early reports and video of the event are uncanny in their remarkable combination of “bad luck” and “dark coincidence.”
Watching the video I share here, it’s plain to see that the container ship DALI turns to strike a Francis Scott Key Bridge support pillar straight-on, boom!, the worst possible place for such a collision to occur, before taking down the entirety of its truss arch portion. You can see the headlights of cars and trucks crossing it before the ship hits the bridge, and one of them speeds up dramatically as the ship approaches. There are already at least seven confirmed dead (EDIT: later revised to six; take that as you will).
The Francis Scott Key Bridge was destroyed almost exactly 47 years after it opened on March 23, 1977 (17,170 days). Located at the southeastern corner of Baltimore City, the bridge was 1.6 miles in length, making it the longest bridge in the Baltimore metropolitan region. I crossed it many times during my years in Baltimore, and it was never a comfortable experience. Two lanes in each direction, low barriers before you reach the truss arch, nearly 200 feet over the water at its pinnacle. It was an ugly and rickety-feeling metal bridge, and I always used the Harbor Tunnel or Fort McHenry Tunnel when I had the choice and the chance.
The Key Bridge, as everyone called it when I lived in Maryland, was also the lone designated hazardous materials truck route through Baltimore. HAZMATs are prohibited in the city’s two tunnels. According to armchair experts on Xwitter, this will mean for the foreseeable future, Hazmat vehicles will have to travel the long way around the Baltimore beltway, adding at least 30 miles of distance. Or they could temporarily change the rules for tunnel transport. Let’s see how that ultimately plays out, if they do.
All the Narrative subtext of the event makes for dark harbingers. The bridge is named for poet Francis Scott Key, the lyricist of America’s national anthem “The Star Spangled Banner,” so if you’re looking for symbolic omens of national collapse, you’ve got it.
In fact, you could call it a “Key” signifier, one that could be a sly calling card for our ol’ pals the Freemasons, the society-with-secrets in which a key “is is one of the most important allegorical images of Freemasonry,” according to the society’s own The Square website. A “key” is symbolically part of “the Mysteries of Isis” — a hieroglyphic of the opening or disclosing of the heart and conscience, in the kingdom of death, for trial and Judgment.”
But perhaps not. The Freemasons are an inscrutable crew. Or club. Or cult. Or cabal. I won’t pretend to know what they are, other than hearing from several esoterically informed authorities among the conspiracy crowd over multiple decades that they’re one of the seven (or is it now a “Hateful Eight”?) primary secret societies battling for control of the world. Those six (seven?) other club/cult/cabals know all the same magick stuff the Freemasons do, and could just as easily be diabolically framing them in the third eye of The Watchers. That said, the perpetrators of these kinds of mass trauma events usually get off on leaving a calling card for the de-occultists to see and the muggles to miss. So who knows?
A few other things people are pointing out on social media:
1- No sight of pilot boats or tugboats to help the ship get out of Baltimore Harbor, under the bridge and into the Patapsco River.
2- The lights on the ship go off and the DALI goes dark exactly one minute and three seconds before it hits the bridge.
3- After its lights go off, the ship apparently changes course and takes a hard right turn to steer directly into the Key Bridge support pillar.
4- According to the Xwitter account @tracker_deep, “Container ships do NOT lose their ability to be steered in the event of a power loss. Modern vessels have multiple backup systems for steering, ensuring control even during power outages.” Follow up commenters say this is not true. I’m sure we’ll find out.
5- The container ship DALI carries the same name as Spain’s surrealist Catholic artist Salvadore Dalí, whose most famous works are all rooted in iconography and symbolism…another “tell” that this is a “symbolic event” (that one I came up with on my own).
A h/t to “bon vivant” Nate Sanders, who pointed out on Xwitter that “You can follow this on http://myshiptracking.com. Play back the ship's course and you can watch it make a hard turn moments before heading directly at the pier.” Yup yup yikes.
Let’s note this is far from the first national tragedy that’s taken place under the clearly incompetent leadership of the insufferably gay Secretary of Transportation diversity hire Mayor Pete Buttigieg. We’ve witnessed the disastrous train derailment in East Palestine, Ohio; global supply chain snarls galore (hold that thought!); Boeing airplanes literally falling apart; and system-wide meltdowns at Southwest and other airlines that have caused tens of thousands of flight cancellations and delays. Plus of course Mayor Pete’s incredibly selfish extended paternity leave during the October 2021 supply chain crisis (thanks for holding).
On a personal note, I can’t help but recall how one of my formerly closest friends who has a Masters Degree in Political Science was all on board the Buttigieg train before it derailed in the 2020 primaries. This guy extolled that moron as the future of the Democratic Party, even as I watched and listened to Mayor Pete and he seemed like a total doofus, yet another goofball Theater Kid performing a role and getting crammed down the throat of a mostly unwilling American public. But perhaps my ex-friend was on the money better than he realized: “The future of the Democratic Party,” indeed — masking their treasonous maleficence and Democide with incompetent stooges and diversity props.
Let’s also mention how this is yet another headline-stealing tragedy that pushes blockbuster sex trafficking allegations out of the news cycle, in this case the FBI’s multiple raids of properties belong to shady rapper Sean “Diddy” Combs, a long-warned-about alleged predator called out by the likes of black entertainers from Professor Griff to Katt Williams, among others. When I tell you it’s “all hands on deck” to protect the global child sex trafficking network — many of whom transport their victims in shipping containers — this is the type of horror show that will immediately get me questioning whatever Official Story™ the authorities and their pawns in the controlled corrupt collectivist corporate criminal clown media come up with.
Finally: I noticed this is the last full moon before the April 8th “Crossroads Eclipse” that’s got a lot of people on edge. You might want to ask Archaix’s cosmic simulation theorist Jason Breshears about that, or perhaps the astrologer who plagiarized his research, George Lewis. As the guy who warned you all about “The end of the world as we know it,” signified by the 2015 Super Blood Moon eclipse, I too think we are dealing with celestial and supernatural forces well beyond our control or comprehension. What does it meeeeeaaaan? We’ll see soon enough.
All this is happening in real time; it’s a full-blown Mediagasm. I just wanted to toss some oddball observations out there, because I no longer believe tragedies like this “just happen.” There are no coincidences, be they events scripted in this world or the next. Say your prayers, and stock the ammunition. There are a lot of half-people who want you dead.
Still reading, but as a Navy vet I need to chime in on the ability to steer without power. This exists in most large vessels, and it’s called Aft Steering or After Steering. But it is an exhausting process requiring many hands on deck. Also - extremely odd that there were no tugs.
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