Romans 9:22–But what if God, willing to demonstrate his wrath and to make known his power, has endured with much patience the objects of wrath prepared for destruction?
I had been dealing with this demonology for 6 years or so, it was built into what was left of my mind, I knew what I was seeing as soon as I saw it. There was demonology attached to the Beatles, not a little bit either, this was massive. I was looking at Paul is Dead sites, Beatles forums, and everything I was looking at was what I looked at in my own life every single day. There was something going on here, and I swear what I was looking at was the exact same thing I had been looking at myself, these weren’t just demons attached to the Beatles, they were the exact same fucking demons.
What in the hell?
Little Paul was fully alert now, looking at this too. It was all starting to come back. Paul being replaced, replaced by a guy named William. I went by Will now, I had replaced myself somewhere along the way, how weird is this, and then a Tuesday afternoon in Ann Arbor started to come back to us as well.
What in the hell? There were clues everywhere, clues that Paul had died and been replaced. That had to be nonsense, that was the conclusion of most people but some of these people on the Beatles forums didn’t seem to think so. They think Paul really died. I see why, the clues are really there. Why are the clues there?
As I looked over everything Beatles related in the days and weeks ahead, it was becoming clearer and clearer, why ever the clues are there, whatever in the world that the Beatles were on about, the clues were covering something up. They were covering up the demonology. Because there was stuff that there was no way the Beatles had actually intended, that much was plain as day.
This wasn’t about Paul, it was really about John. This was evil, it was absolute evil in the band that originally had been innocence to so many people. Weeks before John’s death, Yoko Ono had done a song. Kiss Kiss Kiss it was called. You turned it around backwards, right at the very beginning of the song, it said “I shot John Lennon”. And then weeks later, John Lennon was shot. John Lennon wasn’t shot by Yoko Ono, maybe John Lennon was shot by whatever was in Yoko Ono. I watched Howard Cosell announce his death.
This was a crucifixion scene, there was demonology all over this, look at that kicker nodding his head as Cosell said Dead On Arrival! Look at the Patriots with their hands raised in the huddle, like the hands over Paul’s head in Sgt. Pepper and Magical Mystery Tour! Remember how Revolution Number 9 ended, the song that said Turn Me On Dead Man in reverse? Hold that line, block that kick?
The only reason it reached ABC in the first place before anyone else got the news is because an ABC reporter happened to fall off his motorcycle that night and was in the next room in the hospital when they brought John in, without that perverse luck they’d never have gotten the word out while the game was still going on, let alone just in time for the last second field goal attempt (which by the way, was in fact blocked).
They knew. They knew what was happening to John Lennon before it did. This was staged, a screenplay. Little Paul was staring at this with me, enraptured. John Lennon was an Object of Wrath and Destruction. There was no question to either of us. This wasn’t just demons knowing about his death, this was demons causing his death. And they were doing it in full view of everyone. My God.
What was the legend surrounding Chapman and the Dakota? Not only that Chapman was hearing voices yelling “Do it, do it, do it” before he pulled the trigger, but also the fact that Lennon lived in the building where Rosemary’s Baby was filmed, with director Roman Polanski’s wife Sharon Tate having been later killed by Manson’s group (triggered by Beatle lyrics). Earlier on December 8th, just as Chapman was ruminating about this very synchronicity in front of the Dakota, Rosemary’s Baby star Mia Farrow happened to walk right past him and go into Central Park. How easy is it to manipulate a mentally ill person, when this stuff was happening for real?
The implications were incredible. The demons were on TV, they were on full display. And they knew it too. I’m surprised there isn’t a yellow smiley face ball bouncing across the screen, the kind Little Paul hated so much, “they’re taunting me”.
What did Cosell say after declaring John dead,“Which in duty bound, we had to tell you.”
This is what we were used to seeing, nothing is natural, every move is scripted. Here it all is! I watched this, or Old Paul did, I’m not sure who anymore, as a teenager. It was heartbreaking, it was heartbreaking to millions of people, the end of the sixties, the end of innocence, and it was a demonic Shakespeare play all along.
We left the video finally, supercharged, and started digging.
Scattered amongst the various clues about Paul were certain other clues, clues that were as odd as anything else but clearly didn’t apply to the Paul is dead narrative. The Magical Mystery Tour LP came out on December 8th 1967, 13 years to the day before John’s death. As unusual as that was, was a clue that seemed to foreshadow John’s death in the MMT booklet which came out that day with the album.
The Best Way to Go is by MDC, the initials of John Lennon’s assassin, 13 years to the day before his death. After researching the scene, I found out that it had been shot on September 22nd 1967, it was shot on 9/22. Also released in 1967 was Sgt. Pepper, with its myriad of clues including an incredibly creative one that only appeared when you bisected the words Lonely Hearts with a mirror.
Paul is dead advocates liked to interpret this clue as November 9th HE DIE, but if you used Come Together’s one and one and one is three as a road map, then you could interpret it as 13 he die, and then the clue could possibly apply to John instead. It seemed as if everything the Beatles did after 1966 had some clue buried somewhere.
Hey Jude. The ultimate Object of Wrath and Destruction was Judas. The song’s protagonist Julian Lennon was just a little kid, like I had been just a little kid. Hey Jude to me had become the demon song, complete with the lyric The movement you need is on your shoulder. It was mocking, mocking the people who couldn’t do anything about the despair in their lives. People like Judas, or Julian, or me as a 3 year old, or whoever it applied to. After all, there was never a limit attached to how many Esau’s there could be in the world.
I watched the Beatles perform Hey Jude on the David Frost show on YouTube. And in the audience next to Ringo was Michelle, dressed in red. She wasn’t identical, but so close as to completely startle me. Michelle who had been killed in a car accident in front of 666 100th street. 6 months after my accident, the day after we’d moved into apt. #6. The streetlight that went on every night, but went out the night she died.
There was a picture of her on Google, they called her Linda Blair on the Beatles sites because of the way her eyes were rolled back into her head in the photo. She looked somewhat demonic. I looked up the performance of Hey Jude on David Frost and the answer came back as September 8th 1968. I sat in shock looking at the date. Michelle had been born on September 7th 1968. This was all a script. I’m not imagining the blonde thing, its staring me right in the face.
Each day, as I searched, more clues were being handed to me it seemed. Even clues that I don’t think anyone else knew about. On a hunch, and being all about numerology, I added 9 years to December 8th 1967 which put me at December 8th 1976.
Surprisingly I discovered that the Hotel California album by the Eagles was released on that date. As Hotel California the song had always struck me as one of the eeriest songs that I knew of, I listened to it with fresh ears. The third verse, the really spooky one that mentions stab it with their steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast, seemed to in some macabre way allude to what happened to John 4 years later. Think about the words for a minute.
Last thing I remember I was running for the door
I had to find a passage back to the place I was before
relax said the nightman
we are programmed to receive,
you can check out any time you like
but you can never leave
When John Lennon was shot, he ran from the Dakota entrance into the Dakota Nightman’s office, where the Nightman attempted to help him to no avail.
Consider the possibility that something was actually capable of informing the Eagles lyrics in 1976 for an event that would happen precisely 4 years later. To me, this was staggering. But then, using a program called Audacity, I had a thought. Turn the song around backwards. So I did. And lo and behold, the words Last thing I remember I was running for the door, reversed, become John Lennon by himself.
Listen to it, at 2:33. How can this happen?
Then I came across the Is God Dead issue of Time, it just so happened to be on Julian’s birthday. His 3rd birthday. 3.
I was curious, logged onto the date and time calculator online. Took Julian’s date of birth 4/8/63. Romans 9:22, hmmm; I subtracted 922 weeks on a lark. A little over 17 years. I get 8/6/45. The first atomic bomb at Hiroshima. How weird is that?
I had read a comment about John Lennon’s death which pointed out all of the odd connections to Pearl Harbor and WWII. He died on the anniversary of the date of the US entry into the war; the killer was from Hawaii, the gun was sold to Chapman by a Japanese man named Ono; Chapman, like John was married to a Japanese woman; John was taken to Roosevelt Hospital, and so on. It was amazing.
I looked, and the date and time calculator goes both ways. I add 922 weeks now instead. I sat and looked at the answer, my jaw on the floor.
The answer was December 8th 1980. Julian Lennon was 922 weeks old, to the day, when his father died. John Lennon was an Object of Wrath and Destruction, just like me.
It took another six years to figure it all out.
I took a walk along the Lake Michigan shoreline, looking out at the nighttime sky; I had been thoroughly vanquished, destroyed in a war that certain people may have watched with a bemused horror, but most had no idea what had gone on. I knew, and now I knew something else. I stalked, measuring my words; then I finally said it to God Almighty;
“I’ve got you.”
You did this to me, but you also did this to someone else, and I can prove it.
I didn’t hear anything in response, I just had a thought come into my head, one that both curbed my righteous fury and suddenly brought the entire experience into focus.
He knows you’ve got him, he just handed it to you.
This is an excerpt of the upcoming book 922 by Paul William Emaus. The author (me) suffered a psychotic break in 2003, subsequently being diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder.