Singer Annie Lennox dressed as fallen Nephilim during concert at the queen's jubilee.

Actually her entire band is characterized as fallen angels. Very suggestive.

Nephilim are the offspring of fallen angels. Sons of Gods...

Nephilim are the offspring of fallen angels. Sons of Gods...

Nope, they are hybrid offspring of ancient extraterrestrials from Sirius, Orion and Draco, and human females.

Actually her entire band is characterized as fallen angels. Very suggestive.

Fallen angels don't have wings.

Fallen angels don't have wings.

Obviously it's an allegorical characterization but you get the picture.

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For those who don't remember, Lennox was the lead singer of the '80s British duo Eurythmics. Lennox appears with reptile eyes in the cover of one their albums.

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And not for coincidence the lyrics of their biggest hit, "Sweet Dreams", is all about being used and abused by "them":

"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused"

Was this Jubilee some sort of opening ritual to kick off the London Olympics?

(...)During the Superjet's road show, it appears that the usual flight protocol was not always followed. For one thing, the door of the cockpit was sometimes left open, allowing passengers to talk to the pilots and enjoy the view through their windows. When the plane first crossed the equator, Sergei Dolya, a Russian blogger and travel writer who was on the tour, dressed up as Poseidon and went sprinkling water on the flight crew in a kind of mock pagan ritual. On his Twitter account, Dolya posted pictures of himself in the cockpit, naked from the waist up, wearing a beard made of tinsel and holding a trident made of aluminum foil. The photos show the co-pilot, still seated at the controls in mid-flight, laughing as he snapped pictures of Dolya-Poseidon on his mobile phone(...)

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Was this Jubilee some sort of opening ritual to kick off the London Olympics?

(...)During the Superjet's road show, it appears that the usual flight protocol was not always followed. For one thing, the door of the cockpit was sometimes left open, allowing passengers to talk to the pilots and enjoy the view through their windows. When the plane first crossed the equator, Sergei Dolya, a Russian blogger and travel writer who was on the tour, dressed up as Poseidon and went sprinkling water on the flight crew in a kind of mock pagan ritual. On his Twitter account, Dolya posted pictures of himself in the cockpit, naked from the waist up, wearing a beard made of tinsel and holding a trident made of aluminum foil. The photos show the co-pilot, still seated at the controls in mid-flight, laughing as he snapped pictures of Dolya-Poseidon on his mobile phone(...)

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omg, so she's singing

MUST BE TALKING TO AN ANGEL


and she's wearing angel wings. big whoop OP. absolutely nothing indicative of fallen angels or nephilim.


try again

omg, so she's singing

MUST BE TALKING TO AN ANGEL


and she's wearing angel wings. big whoop OP. absolutely nothing indicative of fallen angels or nephilim.


try again

In the same weekend of the Olympic Torch ritual in Greece, they crashed a plane in Indonesia. Before the plane took off, there was a guy aboard dressed as Poseidon, who allegedly made black magic rituals in the cockpit.



In the same day of the Jubilee kick off, they crashed a plane in Nigeria.

white wings a fallen nephilim do not make


OP IS A LOON.

There Must Be an Angel

No one on earth could feel like this
I'm thrown and overflown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart

I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes boom
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart
(Must be talking to an angel)

No one on earth could feel like this
I'm thrown and overflown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart

And when I think that I'm alone
It seems there's more of us at home
It's a multitude of angels
And they're playing with my heart

I must be hallucinating
Watching angels celebrating
Could this be reactivating
All my senses dislocating
This must be a strange deception
By celestial intervention
Leavin' me the recollection
Of your heavenly connection



truly sinister according to the OP