Rebel Flag/Gay Flag/ Martin/ Zimmerman/Dylan and Black Sabbath

June 17 – Dylann Roof allegedly kills nine blacks in a SC Church. The event which galvanizes Roof's desire to take this action is Trayvon Martin/George Zimmerman event.

June 26 – Supreme Court decision re: gay marriage. Flying of the Rainbow Flag.

July 10 – SC removes the Confederate Flag.


Rainbows have deep symbolic meaning for Freemasons. Link between physical and mystical world.
Light shining through a pyramid shaped crystal forms rainbows. Sign of a covenant. Female youths who are associated with Freemasonry are called “Rainbow Girls.” Featured in Wizard of Oz, which is allegedly an MKUltra training film.

Rainbow is part of murals at Denver Airport. More to follow.

Rebel Flag is called the Southern Cross. The Southern Cross is a constellation which is only visible from the Southern Hemisphere. It is a part of the flags of Australia and New Zealand. Australia is called OZ. Frank Baum chose the name OZ, short for Osiris. Freemasons are into Egyptian Mystery religions. The band Black Sabbath wrote a song called Sign of the Southern Cross. Lyrics to follow.
The Rebel Flag is also a symbol of white supremacy.

The catalyst for removing the Southern Cross flag was Dylann Roof's shooting, and his reason was Martin-Zimmerman.

Please note this. You will not read this anywhere else because I discovered it and the connection was never made anywhere else as far as I am aware.

********There is a capstone in the Denver Airport. At the very bottom there are attributions.

The first name given is Martin. The last name given is Zimmerman.

The shooter's name is Dylann. Bob Dylan's Real name is Zimmerman.

Bob Dylan allegedly wrote an apocryphal song in 1963 called “A Hard Rain is Going to Fall.”

These are two songs to note:

Sign of the Southern Cross by Black Sabbath


If there isn't light when no one sees
Then how can I know what you might believe?
A story told that can't be real
Somehow must reflect the truth we feel, yeah

Fade away, fade away
Vanish into small
Fade away, fade away
Break the crystal ball - OH!

It's the sign
Feels like the time!

On a small world, west of wonder
Somewhere, nowhere all
There's a rainbow that will shimmer
When the summer falls (around the time of the Equinox)
If an echo doesn't answer
When it hears a Siren song
Then the beast is free to wander
But never is seen around

And it's the Sign of the Southern Cross
It's the Sign of the Southern Cross
All right
Sail away
To the sign
Ohh

From the book, the word is spoken
Whispers from forgotten psalms
Gather all around the young ones
They will make us strong (sacrifice)
Reach above your dreams of pleasure
Given life to those who died
Look beyond your own horizons
Sail the ship of signs

And it's the Sign of the Southern Cross
It's the Sign of the Southern Cross
Fade away, fade away
Break the crystal ball
Fade away, fade away
I can't accept it anymore

On a real world, west of wonder
Somewhere, nowhere all
There's a rainbow, see it shimmer
When the summer falls
From the book, the word is spoken
Whispers from forgotten psalms
Gather all around the young ones
They will make us strong!

It's the Sign of the Southern Cross
It's the Sign of the Southern Cross

Don't live for pleasure
Make life your treasure
Fade away!
Eight miles high, about to fall
And no one there to catch you
Look for the sign, the time
The Sign of the Southern Cross, yeah

A Hard Rain is Going to Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Copyright © 1963 by Warner Bros.

Obviously both of these songs resonate with what is going on now. And they both resonate with the Denver Airport Murals.

I could say a lot more, but I'll let you think what you want.