Saudi Minister: "Constantinople."
Saudi Minister: "Constantinople."
From 'The Keating Perspective:' Predictions of a major attack on the U.S. on July 4th !
' * * * Currently, countermeasures for attacks (on July 4th)are focusing on weapons of mass destruction. My sources concur, indicating that the next attack will probably be on a much grander scale than September 11th, something where the death toll and the shock value will be much more significant. When you think of the magnitude of people at national gatherings on the 4th of July, such as the celebration in Boston, it is easy to imagine how they would plan an attack. Reports from people living in Boston have mentioned increased suspicious activities.
Jersusalem Post Reports that Islamic Militant Who Faked His Death Had a Vision of Hell:
By Arieh O'Sullivan, "Military intelligence yesterday released a film showing Palestinians staging a mock funeral in Jenin earlier this week in order to inflate the number of dead there.
The IDF's field intelligence unit made aerial photographs of the "funeral" on Monday and displayed them to local and foreign journalists at the Foreign Ministry in Jerusalem. The four minute movie showed the "dead man" being wrapped in a shroud and laid on a stretcher. Four men then began carrying him through the streets toward the cemetery and a small crowd joined them.
At one point, the men dropped the stretcher and the "dead Man" fell off. Suddenly he got up and the crowd ran off in panic.
* * * "This funeral was filmed by the Palestinians with the intention of showing as many casualties and graves in Jenin." Eisen said. "This film is clear and documented proof of the attempt to create fictitious scenes over the past few weeks in Jenin."
* * * A reporter covering the funeral caught up with the fleeing man posted the following report: I caught up with the man after a full sprint after about five blocks. * * *
The escaping man was bent over double from his exertion. English, I asked? He shook in head affirmatively. I was fortunate that he spoke broken English. That was the only question I was able to ask him for a few moments as he recovered from his exertion. When he looked up at me I was startled by the expression on his face and far-away look in his eyes. He looked as if he were "scared to death." This caused me to take a step back. I asked him what happened. He shook his head and looked around to see if anyone was following him. When he saw that there wasn't he motioned me over into an alcove.
Still puffing from his exertion, he said he had seen the depths of hell. He said his own people had bludgeoned him into submission because he said he wanted to give himself up and return to his family. He lost consciousness and they must have thought he was dead and stopped beating him. The next thing he remembers was waking up in that stretcher and made a break for it.
He related the story to me of what occurred while he was unconscious: He opened his eyes and everything around him was engulfed in flames. He say his relatives that had died before him. They were agonizing in the fire and crying out in unbearable pain. They told him that they had passed on to him the same lies that their forefathers had passed on to them and now they were in torments.
His ancestors told him this was their heaven and that there were no "seventy virgins" to wait on his every desire in the palace garden. That they had met their god down here and he ruled over them with vengeance, hate, and pride and this was their lot for all of eternity.
He then told me that they began to fade away and they yelled to him, even over the din of anguish and fiery torment, that if he returned home that the "People of the Book" were right. Everything they told him as a child were lies and misconceptions If he were to continue on his present course that he would end up there with them. Go back and seek the truth and find it. Tell everyone he knew. The glaze over his eyes passed and that abject look of terror replaced it. He began looking frantically around as if someone or something was after him. I offered to help him and he pushed aside my outstretched hand and took off as if the "Hounds of Hell" were after him. An eerie cry escaped from him as he rounded the fire blackened building where we were hiding. * * *