If you want to know who killed JFK just ask JFK, it’s that simply. Some might say it’s silly but then what is more silly and waste of time, money and attention than people writing millions of pages and spending millions of dollars to prove something is a conspiracy or to prove that it is not a conspiracy?
The real JFK in the person of Netemara has already documented in her 30 years of journals and in her book, that was infamously marginalized Dinner With Da Vinci, by the not-so-spiritual in-crowd. While her work and writings are good enough to emulate, they are not good enough to promote. Is that because she is Atlantean, always has been even when JFK (hence the golden skin tone)? That would be sad. But I digress.
Netemara’s conclusion: that one, single, ugly little mad man killed JFK. He was perhaps more angry than mad. But while living in New Orleans I had a vision, before I knew I had been Jack, same mind no difference, that a man was coming after me with a shotgun. Saw it clearly. I saw him coming and I knew he was coming to kill me. Then I saw the future and more of the past. Went back to HPB’s den and forward to my being a writer and a teacher (what Jack said he would be if not a politico). That was strange because at the time I was a college dropout and had no intentions or knowledge that I would be returning to school, and becoming a teacher, let alone a writer. My professors told me “you can’t write.” They told me I could not get a degree from a white university. I have had the last laugh on all counts.
But what saddens me sometimes are the memories, the dreams, the sightings of something Kennedy. I recall sitting in an area that looked like a basement but it was really a screening room. I was surrounded by other family members and we would watch home movies together.
What saddens me are the memories of how it ended, by two stupid little men. That the same type of person: one single, ugly little mad/angry man killed my brother (in that life) RFK. That’s funny that these two little nothings could kill men like John F. Kennedy and Robert F. Kennedy. I think that’s what boggles the mind and the senses. Why not die in some noble way? Many royals have been killed in ignoble ways. Henry II of France was killed while jousting, with another lesser royal. Others like Mary Queen of Scots were beheaded by a royal. Then there was Joan of Arc who was killed by the king after she saved his ass. But the common man put match to the flame that burnt her until her return.
So, get over it. Jack is telling you that you don’t need a 700-page book. It is already recorded, written, and seen that stupid little munchin (whose name I won’t mention) killed the beautiful JFK. It was his karma after all. In truth, in reality in soul he planned his own demise, which was his 6th initiation. That’s what it was really about. That may be too advanced for most people to understand. But that is also the meaning of that mean day’s shot coming from the 6th floor. The Warren Commission got it right.
Heloise aka Netemara
