
These two items are adjacent to each other, above, the 1684-1685 map of Ye English Empire in Ye American Continent allegedly produced in London by one or two men named, the first, the printer, Robert Morden, second, the cartographer, Richard Daniel, whoever that may be, he certainly knew about The Falls of all time we do suppose by look closely at the Delaware in northern New Jersey, the track west to a place so named The Falls and here became the stuff of legend and through all time and space how many days since then did this take place, 134 weeks and 2 days, unbelievable if not for what follows down below, here at the thirty-fourth ward and do show, please do shew no respect for these entities in regards to a shew on the wall that is made is full knowledge of what is found where the original marks sound of true hit of all time do not acquit the uk of having been burrowed down below whereby the true map resides in a bunker, a repository of information and original documentation like what becometh of art that is science of the real map included and The Falls excluded from distortion here unlike the counterpart reproduction forgery plagiarised for all to see a different location for The Falls as by Robert Morden so named there they all still sell at auction and fill coffers of thugs and black dirty gloves in london and beyond, the forgery ring and a song, goodbye birdie baby, the day is long and wavy, on a wave of p-class synchronicty, THE BAETYL hits gold in avoidance of calamity, as below, following from one day long ago, the howell rock right beside like a lost and aged clock, the wall strikes six six six again and again and again and again we return here my friend to the saga that came before and all this and much more in word or name High Well it now became the Welsh and the English, the language of our kind, maybe the other way round, the hodge we had in mind, more powerful than all the rest, HyWell the very best, a SRI YANTRA on the floor in rhythms and the door, why are we here, for this reason and we fear, all the many years under howell that become unclear if naught or nil comes of this story chill down the spine of how many coincidences can be tolerated by one mind before destiny calls right for thee, on strange words come forth yet again for the higher dimension beckons unto he and who, MARK FOUR on the WINE, hear not for the last time, Forth From the Rock and the Stone, THE CADUCEUS BECKONS TO MAKE IT ALL OUR VERY OWN, thank you much indeed, be careful as you proceed,
