WRATH OF THE GODS/TITANS

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The ancient ancestors of humanity were once heralded as gods. These entities are credited with the jumpstarting of evolution, the creation of civilization, religion and philosophy. These were physical entities that fit into the standard cosmology taught to us as children, the cover up of their existence is only achieved through lies of omission. The secret societies that these creatures founded were designed to protect hidden knowledge in case it fell into the wrong hands. In the end it did. The modern day mystery schools are a blight upon the human children of the gods that created them. We are now witnessing the return of these gods and their anger and wrath upon those they tasked with being the stewards of this species...

*Pathology of the "controllers" the middle men, taken from elsewhere in the forum*

"THE ILLUMINATI’S SECRET COVENANT
An illusion it will be, so large, so vast it will escape their perception. Those who will see it will be thought of as insane. We will create separate fronts to prevent them from seeing the connection between us. We will behave as if we are not connected to keep the illusion alive. Our goal will be accomplished one drop at a time so as to never bring suspicion upon ourselves. This will also prevent them from seeing the changes as they occur.

We will always stand above the relative field of their experience for we know the secrets of the absolute. We will work together always and will remain bound by blood and secrecy. Death will come to he who speaks. We will keep their lifespan short and their minds weak while pretending to do the opposite. We will use our knowledge of science and technology in subtle ways so they will never see what is happening. We will use soft metals, aging accelerators and sedatives in food and water, also in the air. They will be blanketed by poisons everywhere they turn.

The soft metals will cause them to lose their minds. We will promise to find a cure from our many fronts, yet we will feed them more poison. The poisons will be absorbed trough their skin and mouths, they will destroy their minds and reproductive systems. From all this, their children will be born dead, and we will conceal this information. The poisons will be hidden in everything that surrounds them, in what they drink, eat, breathe and wear. We must be ingenious in dispensing the poisons for they can see far.

We will teach them that the poisons are good, with fun images and musical tones. Those they look up to will help. We will enlist them to push our poisons. They will see our products being used in film and will grow accustomed to them and will never know their true effect. When they give birth we will inject poisons into the blood of their children and convince them it’s for their help. We will start early on, when their minds are young, we will target their children with what children love most, sweet things.

When their teeth decay we will fill them with metals that will kill their mind and steal their future. When their ability to learn has been affected, we will create medicine that will make them sicker and cause other diseases for which we will create yet more medicine. We will render them docile and weak before us by our power. They will grow depressed, slow and obese, and when they come to us for help, we will give them more poison. We will focus their attention toward money and material goods so they many never connect with their inner self. We will distract them with fornication, external pleasures and games so they may never be one with the oneness of it all.

Their minds will belong to us and they will do as we say. If they refuse we shall find ways to implement mind-altering technology into their lives. We will use fear as our weapon. We will establish their governments and establish opposites within. We will own both sides. We will always hide our objective but carry out our plan. They will perform the labor for us and we shall prosper from their toil. Our families will never mix with theirs. Our blood must be pure always, for it is the way.

We will make them kill each other when it suits us. We will keep them separated from the oneness by dogma and religion. We will control all aspects of their lives and tell them what to think and how. We will guide them kindly and gently letting them think they are guiding themselves. We will foment animosity between them through our factions. When a light shall shine among them, we shall extinguish it by ridicule, or death, whichever suits us best.

We will make them rip each other’s hearts apart and kill their own children. We will accomplish this by using hate as our ally, anger as our friend. The hate will blind them totally, and never shall they see that from their conflicts we emerge as their rulers. They will be busy killing each other. They will bathe in their own blood and kill their neighbors for as long as we see fit. We will benefit greatly from this, for they will not see us, for they cannot see us.

We will continue to prosper from their wars and their deaths. We shall repeat this over and over until our ultimate goal is accomplished. We will continue to make them live in fear and anger though images and sounds. We will use all the tools we have to accomplish this. The tools will be provided by their labor. We will make them hate themselves and their neighbors.

We will always hide the divine truth from them, that we are all one. This they must never know! They must never know that color is an illusion, they must always think they are not equal. Drop by drop, drop by drop we will advance our goal. We will take over their land, resources and wealth to exercise total control over them. We will deceive them into accepting laws that will steal the little freedom they will have. We will establish a money system that will imprison them forever, keeping them and their children in debt.

When they shall ban together, we shall accuse them of crimes and present a different story to the world for we shall own all the media. We will use our media to control the flow of information and their sentiment in our favor. When they shall rise up against us we will crush them like insects, for they are less than that. They will be helpless to do anything for they will have no weapons.

We will recruit some of their own to carry out our plans, we will promise them eternal life, but eternal life they will never have for they are not of us. The recruits will be called “initiates” and will be indoctrinated to believe false rites of passage to higher realms. Members of these groups will think they are one with us never knowing the truth. They must never learn this truth for they will turn against us. For their work they will be rewarded with earthly things and great titles, but never will they become immortal and join us, never will they receive the light and travel the stars. They will never reach the higher realms, for the killing of their own kind will prevent passage to the realm of enlightenment. This they will never know.

The truth will be hidden in their face, so close they will not be able to focus on it until it’s too late. Oh yes, so grand the illusion of freedom will be, that they will never know they are our slaves. When all is in place, the reality we will have created for them will own them. This reality will be their prison. They will live in self-delusion. When our goal is accomplished a new era of domination will begin. Their minds will be bound by their beliefs, the beliefs we have established from time immemorial.

But if they ever find out they are our equal, we shall perish then. THIS THEY MUST NEVER KNOW. If they ever find out that together they can vanquish us, they will take action. They must never, ever find out what we have done, for if they do, we shall have no place to run, for it will be easy to see who we are once the veil has fallen. Our actions will have revealed who we are and they will hunt us down and no person shall give us shelter. This is the secret covenant by which we shall live the rest of our present and future lives, for this reality will transcend many generations and life spans.

This covenant is sealed by blood, our blood. We, the ones who from heaven to earth came. This covenant must NEVER, EVER be known to exist. It must NEVER, EVER be written or spoken of for if it is, the consciousness it will spawn will release the fury of the PRIME CREATOR upon us and we shall be cast to the depths from whence we came and remain there until the end time of infinity itself."

LIKE INSECTS!
(Poor choice of words)

A RESPONSE!

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insectoid









BING!


"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. ... Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

U

"you'll find out"














Your Buddy

Spooky

Ok Buddy

 David said … “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LORD Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel… .”
—1 Samuel 17:45

HAVE IT YOUR WAY!









U

https://247newsaroundtheworld.com/crime/thomas-costello-dulce-base-missing-case-was-he-found/

https://ufosightingshotspot.blogspot.com/p/flying-and-underwater-humanoids.html?m=1

Buenes Aires

TRIAL BY FIRE



https://www.newsnfo.uk/pages/Informant%20News%20-%20Content.htm

YES IT IS TRUE; THE ECSTATIC [MYSTIC] CANNOT SAY THE UNSAYABLE. HE SAYS THE OTHER THING—IMAGES, DREAMS, VISIONS—NOT UNITY. HE SPEAKS, HE MUST SPEAK, BECAUSE THE WORD BURNS IN HIM. . . . HE DOES NOT LIE WHO SPEAKS OF UNITY IN IMAGES, DREAMS, VISIONS, WHO STAMMER OF UNITY.. . . HE SAYS THE FORMS AND SOUNDS AND NOTICES THAT HE IS NOT SAYING THE EXPERIENCE, NOT THE GROUND, NOT THE UNITY, AND WOULD LIKE TO STOP HIMSELF AND CANNOT, AND FEELS THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF SAYING IT, LIKE A SEVEN-LOCKED GATE WHICH HE RATTLES, KNOWING THAT IT WILL NEVER OPEN, YET HE MUST GO ON RATTLING IT. FOR THE WORD BURNS IN HIM. ECSTASY IS DEAD, STABBED IN THE BACK BY TIME, WHICH CANNOT BE MOCKED; BUT, DYING, IT HAS FLUNG THE WORD INTO HIM, AND THE WORD BURNS IN HIM. AND HE SPEAKS, SPEAKS, HE CANNOT BE SILENT, THE FLAME IN THE WORD DRIVES HIM, HE KNOWS THAT HE CANNOT SAY IT, YET HE TRIES OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL HIS SOUL IS EXHAUSTED TO DEATH AND THE WORD LEAVES HIM. THIS IS THE EXALTATIO OF THE ONE WHO HAS RETURNED INTO THE COMMOTION AND CANNOT RESIGN HIMSELF TO IT; THIS IS HIS INSURRECTION, THE INSURRECTION OF A SPEAKER: RELATED TO THE INSURRECTION OF THE POET, SLIGHTER IN POSSESSION, MIGHTIER IN EXISTENCE, THAN HIS. THIS IS THE BENDING OF THE BOW FOR THE SAYING OF THE UNSAYABLE, AN IMPOSSIBLE TASK, A LABOR IN THE DARK. IT’S WORK, THE CONFESSION, BEARS ITS MARK.

-Smellz

JOVE

https://www.boloji.com/articles/1211/caste-system-in-hinduism

Tough to quit this, right, haha.

Ya

Butt

If there's an ask.

There's usually an answer.

Peeks are peeks.

I do need to put a cap on this thread soon though, you're right.

I've got some ideas.

On Standby

TRANS MARE

A long time ago in a small village along the coast there lived a boy named Jove. Jove was a jolly yet sensitive child, he had vivid dreams and he feared the dark. The boy would stare across the sea, at his spot in the sand he dreamed dreams of mighty warriors, monstrous creatures, fair princesses and beautiful vistas with tales of romantic notions of star crossed lovers, revolutionaries who stood against tyrants, philosophers and mystics with flocks of followers hanging off every word, idealistic politicians who wanted to inspire and change the very fabric of their respective civilizations, grandmasters of secret orders whose secrets were both terrible and great and finally of common folk and nobility meeting together with a mutual respect and understanding, all entwined with fates both ill and wonderful. One day he would hold those threads of fate, he knew even then, but the way would be heavily obscured by that same darkness that shadowed his tender heart. Jove worried that he lived in a world of shades, that the people he interacted with in his small village and the world beyond were merely illusions. That indeed he was the only soul in this vast cosmos and that those so called people were ghosts, mirrors meant to reflect his own inner pain and limitation. In those ancient of days Jove witnessed the changes to the village and the world beyond. Powers and progress unimaginable to those who came before. Ways to transform the body and enhance the mind and ways to travel across the sea, be it of salt water or of stars. Unable to shake his darkness Jove devised a plan that would liberate himself of the vampiric influence of these ghosts. He was taught by the mystics that all the world was mental and that the inner world reflected the outer. It was his view that if this were the case that these ghosts which he deemed "Others" had access to these same inner processes that inform the outer world and therefore not only did he have to worry of the thoughts of his own mind but also the thoughts of the Others, whose perception of him could create unwanted effects in his own life. Oppressed by the thoughts of Others his solution was simple, he must control the thoughts of the Others.  It was quite an advantage being the one and only soul because every night he would be able to travel into the dreams of his targets and bend them to his will using their fears, desires, loves, hates and all of the subtle faculties that live in their subconscious. Eventually his will did spread across the sea and the Others marched lockstep to the beat of his own Walking Drum. In his youth Jove was a psi warrior but in his adulthood he fancied himself a philosopher king, the first and last of Great Atzlan, that place across the sea. The romantic notions he once had were broken dealing with the Others. He found them to be repulsive creatures, incapable and undeserving of individual thought and so he took it away. Eventually he grew bored of the perfect paradise he created and laid the groundwork for his own downfall, he would remember those old tales he dreamt of, ones that later on he eventually lived out and played through, sometimes as the hero but more often as the overarching antagonist. In remembering this he was able to sow the seeds of discontent within his own starry utopia. Great heros would once again do battle with dastardly villains, all carefully choreographed by the big cheese for his own amusement. It was in this mighty conflict that ol Jove finally lost his grip. For when the revolutionaries arrived at the gate for his head on a silver plate, they saw just how empty and dissatisfied their great tyrant truly was. He lived in a world of ghosts and Others, what else was he really supposed to do? It was that day that the mystics who of course spearheaded this revolution unwittingly guided by his hand learned that there were things much more important than being the ONE, that it was their individuality and the things that made them unique that had brought them all together. They weren't simply some mass of superconciousness, they were all imbued with their own beautiful and specific spark, personalized for each of them. Jove finally saw it too, they were special just like he was, he just had a harder time letting go. Who knows what words were spoke but he welcomed them as friends each into the highest point of his palace where they gazed out all along the watchtower. The dust had settled and their old king had passed and a new era could begin on this strange world that was once subject to the lord of storms. Jove has dreamt of another time and another place where he would meet those mystics again, a place that was equal parts heavy and equal parts light where he could learn and grow and play and perhaps even love, for this intangible force was what made the world of his now fellow Others a place worth being in...here and now, and so, in another place and in another time and with a new name, Jove stares across the sea once again wondering of the next romantic dream he will inevitably be swept off into.

AMOR FATI






U

Quality Schizo Posts!















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And that's the thing dude, people will believe all sorts of stupid shit and are willing to ruin their life over whatever it is that they end up believing.

But when all is said and done only one thing really matters.

The Truth.

And we don't suffer liars or imposters here.

This is why we all tread lightly here.

Even me.

The Goat is right...

ACTIONS

Speak

Louder

Than

WORDS

I'll choose words every time.

And the boss has likely already found you by now.

If not he will soon.

And if his dumbass or his stupid marine has a problem with me, I'm a lot easier to find than you are.

Sleep Tight 🥱

MAMA

COCONUT MOMMY

















U

Surf Bum wrote: Eschatons...

Special ones...

Controlling bloodlines...

Deep state...

Damn son, what you been smoking?

Only kidding, but seriously, that shit is whack!

Agreed








Media, media, media

THE CHIPS ARE DOWN

SoT wrote: Yes, autism does have its place in history as a significant driver of the Katechon.

Our best understanding of scientific materialism is that it is another form or autism……. the notion of strong AI is one variation of this.

Autists are blind to anything other than reductionism.

They are blind to holism, to the transcendental, to the transpersonal.

Is there any cure for autism?

Well, their misanthropy will take them out of the loop as soon as their social disease has been more widely recognized.

Let’s just hope that they don’t take the rest of us with them.

They will.







https://aliensandchildren.org/Cause_of_Autism_Epidemic.htm

Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves. Be ye therefore wise as serpents and harmless as doves