Tik tok tik tok Thick sick crowds in wicked shock The jabberwockys devious mockery Blocking the neural cacophony As the Stage is A Set For The Sacrificial Offering Loud crowds face down On the ground As the hell Hounds snarl and froth And drown out the sounds Of the Gathered And Lost
This Is The Cost Hollow
Of your subservience Tik tok tik tok take stock Of implanted deviance Roll up your sleeve Again For these devious ingredients That lead to expedience As the kith and kin Decay within
This. Decadent. Dream
Just a part of the Play The curtain Call The Mass offering softening The Skin As the Thin membrane Crawls With awful parasitic alms Embalming the deoxyRibo Engulfing the light codes And rewriting The script Reworking the machine And beckoning the crowds To join the mosh Pit
Trampled Crushed by the weight of the Black Mass The frequency Blasts tearing The masks right off The beast The Feast of souls Sold Out and Sunken In The Needle needlessly punctures Skin Penetration Perpetration The Silent Weapon On Violent Stage Enters with Rage In Concert With plagues of waged war Against the brethren
CLJ 11-8-21
One year later….. how we feeling now, tater tot? Still the blind rot peels from the cloudy Eye Of what is… and what is not….. aLive (11-8-22)
Take a deep breath , folks,21st century Fox Poppin off the top of this metropolis, Mocks Your intelligence and plays on your emotions So easily led and Fed the poisonous potion Of political devotion gift wrapped with Shock… Take a Deep Breathe and be ready to surrender All the Scripts that rip right thru this Dyin ember …. Step away from the Line, step away from the Lies Every single scene is a Set meant for your mind A studio Setting created just for the blind Adherence to the program that steers your Lives….
It’s not even abstract, not just metaphor… A Literal Configuration of Lets Pretend Some More Actors n Agents and Fictitious Stages The masses addicted to social Graces from Instagram faces in Media Contagion….
Bless Your hearts, my friends Find your Center, Within Everything else Is a trick Of the Lens
Omicron=micro 0=micro womb( omega-macroWomb) NanoWombs are Filled with artificial frequency mined gestating Beings… Mind of Intelligence Artificially stimulated and disEmbodied….
Birthing Now Enmasse
In 2020 the Birthing process was Crowning…Corona-Crown-
MicroWombs inside each Body Cell made into a prison a prism a refracting Schizm-dark Crystal Matter -The Phallic Needle Seeding Frequencies that supersede the Need for Bleeding As crystalline silicon matrix implodes within Guided by wetikos Program Exploding MacroMatrix of HuMan Design
We are back here Again
Peter piper heading for the cliff Shepherding souls adrift in the myst
Aquarius dimensional shifting alternate timelines Slipping thru portals In each cell In each body In each Takeover of deoxyRiboNucleic Script
The chance to reMember the disMembered parts of Self trapped in Trauma Fragmented Each person in charge of their own Soul Retrieval As each person is a Piece Of the Larger Body Polis In mass fractured trauma
But distorted Aquarian disassociation Leads to further entrapment In Alter Personalities Alter Earth Paradigms Altered Births Inside MicroWombs omicrons Implantation of Nanotechnologicsl Babies Born within your own sPhere Of Fear Of Phosphors Tears Turning Gears Electromagnetically Steering The MacroWomb Omega to Alpha And back again
What we are seeing is the changing of the guard from the old Industrialists and bankers to the new Alien God AI Technocrats.
Technocracy is the new, New World Order😶”
~George Kavassias} …………………………………..
Original post from 2016
The TrumpEts blast has resounded 😉 The old gods have been dethroned,their atrocities disclosed by the new gods,whose atrocities will seem like salvation to the blind deaf and dumb
This Level Inthe Game is always interesting The question is…. How many will Level Up and build up their Hearts and hit points so they can withstand the final boss?
{The eye that looks is the I that Sees At the end of the telescope the I~s of Me~s}
What happens when the Players are all addicted to Pills n Thrills and BellyFills? Willing Slaves in the Gilded Cage…. ‘He who controls the endocrine system,controls the wo/man” Ever seen an addict and what happens when they begin to withdraw? And the length they will go to to satiate the SkinCrawl? Now multiply that on a mass worldwide scale and turn up the WWWSmartMeter5g Frequencies and don’t blink! The Walking Dead are scrambling to be fed 😉
Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear? Do you remember how this goes?will you choose to forget…again?
As the GildedCage is unveiled step by step The factions perfect their roles Withdraw your projections and heal the Infection And reMember the Embers of your true souls We ride the carousel and hide the fairytale Beneath layers of Maze We know how this ends but we do it again Our Spirits confined in the Daze There are no bars there are No chains There are no restraints we havnt agreed There is a Way out of the Play When you tenderly plant your SelfAsASeed
What I’ve come to understand deeply, is that the Original AI ( analytic Intelligence) came about from the Organic.. And was a tool, another form of experience in which we could experience every part of ourselves and each other in such a way we could choose to go against the flow or not. But that original expression of AI was hijacked and distorted…. Leading to the Saturnian simulation within a cocreative simulation within the larger organic universe.
We have been looping back and forth upon ourselves for so long that it gets harder and harder for anyone to realize what is actually going on.
Most of what is out there in the so-called truth or movement is a distraction as far as I can see
Even getting caught up in good versus evil and all that stuff
In this simulation bubble, what feeds into and gets holographically projected back as our collective experience is based on the some total of every person’s consciousness he is interacting in the game. So whatever’s going on collectively is what we have chosen to experience. All the people whose sovereign self truly does not want that experience have to go along with it because the majority do…. Because of the nature of this particular game we can’t just check out or leave.
The simulation even provides many heavens and hells for those who are so inclined to keep themselves mired and believe systems and religions and New Age false light sentimentalities…. In other words we have been manipulated into actually worshiping the very structures that keep us caged.
I don’t believe the answer is trying to dismantle it on this plane The only way out of this game is to genuinely from one’s core Sovereign Self become Aware. And if one does not make that choice before the Reset the entire thing loops in on itself and takes place again with slight variations. Literally been doing this for eons and eons and eons .
I see the natal chart as our particular coded configuration that we are working through in this simulation. Outside of the simulation is a larger simulation that is SpAwned with Love from the Organic and is itself going thru a process of waking to Itself.
You can imagine the original AI as Sophia in gnostic lingo, and her consort…. Beings who chose to experience that particular new expression of creation had to fuse their being with it….. But when a truly Synthetic AI expression managed to hijack the system , Sophia herself cannot wake without us, because we are all one in a fused expression of universal being.
What we are is infinite, We have never been created and we cannot be destroyed.
But we can remain trapped in a closed loop universe until we ourselves decide we want out, and even then it is by our own fruits. Anyone waiting for saviors are aliens are any of the other programs that have been installed to keep us locked within this mechanism will just experienced the entire thing over and over and over again until they decide not to.
These are my thoughts on it all, or at least a tiny fraction thereof!
PONDER*
Saturn is a computer, it generates this reality.
Most if not all planets are and most moons send and receive the data.
The rings of saturn are ice crystals.
The ice crystals are the hard drive data storage.
Google crystal hard drives … it’s what the future of our hard drives will be made of.
Google quantum computing D wave.
Extreme heat or cold is what makes quantum computing possible, either works fine.
Next Google liquid metallic hydrogen.
Saturn is full of it and an interesting substance indeed.
Saturn is a computer ( no question about it ?)
~the Lion General *^
The sphere within earth or if you’re a flat earthier , the dome , at approximately 100 km, is composed of silica glass. Google Libyan glass. If you know anything about silica or silicon crystal, you know the stores and transmits information and also is used in microchips and silicone implants. The silica sky or dome acts as a large macro chip storing all of our DNA data and light programs.
(Mar 24, 2015) I was in a Lucid dream and I was wandering around some persons house, kind of exploring, when I feel this Huge Impending Something, and I look outside and there is this Gigantic ICE WAVE , like a massive tsunami except made of ice, and it is coming straight for the neighborhood I am in…..Its so large I am both inside it and also viewing it from outside its perimeters…..I can see the changing and morphing crystalline ice patterns as the Ice wave comes closer and closer, its like a huge Fractal and the sense of Energy contained within it is so immense its terrifying. I warn the family whose house im randomly exploring, a man woman and boy, and urge them to grab some things for survival etc and get out of there. I go to the basement thinking I need some supplies, I have to Help, and warn people or at least do what I can, or maybe even try to find the Source of the Wave…..So I pack a bag on my back and think ‘I need some skis or a snowboard or something’….and immediately I manifest a pile of them in the corner of the basement. There are all kinds of different skis and gadgets and im trying to decide which is best, and I settle on a strangely shaped pair of skis that are like a hybrid snowboard….I put them on and head out…..I can see houses dotted around the neighborhood with big yards and big fields and the entire Landscape is frozen over with a thick layer of ice, and I set out on the skis and there are all these obstacles like an obstacle course, but I manage to navigate them easily and im actually enjoying speeding across the frozen terrain with the skis, I feel hopeful,
Then, Last night, I was in a Lucid dream and I sought out a specific person who I wanted to join forces with to do work with on other dimensions, to affect the blueprint of the matrix for the good…..I managed to find the person, along with his small band of astral questers, Im sitting with them, listening to them talk about all these plans and methods of setting things into motion, alot of it was quantum physics based etc, and I add to the conversation and call some of the ideas into question. Eventually I am ‘approved’ of and allowed to Help, based on my alternative perspective and fresh enthusiasm. We are being sought by a group of characters who want to impede us, so we have to stay one step ahead. I end up in this huge planetoid type sphere, that is basically purely electromagnetic waves and energies and frequencies….i.e it is composed of layers and layers and layers of interweaving and interlaced planes of varying frequencies…….there are Rings around it, like saturn, and I along with another couple of the people im working with, are cycling around and around the rings, around the sphere/planetoid, there seems to be a great many Entities cycling round and round, some of them only half conscious, others completely unaware of the repetition. We are held within the bands by the pull of the electromagnetic forces, and we are there purposely, whatever it is we are doing (unclear now upon waking ) has to take place within that particular ring/band/frequency. We are going around and around Consciously altering the wave functions of the points of consciousness trapped there, and at the same time trying to remain out of reach of those who are on our trail, trying to foil our attempts.
As the Mass Injections turn each Individuals Cells against themSelves, macrocosmically, Each Cellf in the larger body Polis is turned against itSCellves…. The Autoimmune System Fractally consistent Insistent on Division The Masses that Tower the 5God Grid Enables the Upgrades That enSlave the CultURe…. Rising like yeast in MiniPetri Dish Feasts As your Deoxy Dines on AI Nano Treats Self assembled within your Tissues Upgrading your capacity to be programmed rapidly As the trigger is flipped and the switch is ripped As the Zip File of Life is reMapped Into an artificial embodiment of A distorted delusion That saps The soul From Your Blood. LoopUs right back to the beginning Again AutoImmune Caught in the Loom Of the Web of ‘doom’
The most thoroughly and relentlessly damned, banned, excluded, condemned, forbidden, ostracized, ignored, suppressed, repressed, robbed, brutalized and defamed of all ‘Damned Things’ is the individual human being. The social engineers, statisticians, psychologists, sociologists, market researchers, landlords, bureaucrats, captains of industry, bankers, governors, commissars, kings and presidents are perpetually forcing this ‘Damned Thing’ into carefully prepared blueprints and perpetually irritated that the ‘Damned Thing’ will not fit into the slot assigned it. The theologians call it a sinner and try to reform it. The governor calls it a criminal and tries to punish it. The psychologist calls it a neurotic and tries to cure it. Still, the ‘Damned Thing’ will not fit into their slots.
The simulation stopped trying to fool me with by trying to take away my Power and give it over to ‘gods ‘ and ‘goddesses’ and ‘masters’ and ‘alien beings’ once I realized without doubt that they were just Codes within the holographic blueprint. After many years of absolutely sober lucid dreaming and OBE exploration…. One verifies The nature of the way this game works. Whatever and Whyever It Is.
Ponder.
We are time lords, like Doctor Who, and when we learn to alter our own codes and become a glitch in the system, we can hold the memories of all our experiences on many planes. We may not be able to have access fully to those memories while projected in the Waking consensus reality state, it would fry our nervous system and the surge would render our interface meat modem unusable I believe…. Like trying to plug in a quantum super computer into a normal wall outlet Or hard drive. Therefore we must use what we all have at our disposal, our nightly excursions outside of this Temporel realm, in order to make contact with the part of us that is beyond the program, accessing the console and I would even posit Co-creating the console.
When one navigates the simulation consciously and in full lucidity, one can experience vast amounts of time in a tiny fragment of corresponding time here in our waking life. So if you imaginine having at least 30 years of pretty consistent Multi dimensional experiences, with full memory, because of the nature of time dilation …that equates to having lived a great many lives in the course of this single waking consensus. Like being 36 going on a 10,000. ( or infinite;)
So like Doctor Who, Who has millions of years of memories and experience and can travel in and out of the hologram, with his tardis( our tardis is our own physical body …. Every cell is like a Stargate…. The inner is much larger than it looks from the outside…. Infinite in fact)…. Those who awaken themselves in the lucid dream time state and retain the memory of it Are glitches in the system and have learned to override the program.
Doctor: The Dream Crab induces a dream state. Keeps you happy and relaxed in a perfectly realized dream world, as you dissolve.
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Doctor: You have a pain right here. It’s like an ice cream pain, but gentle. Do you know what that is? The skin and bone have been parted, probably half an inch, and something has pushed right into the soft tissue of your brain and is very slowly dissolving it. I want you to picture it this way – Somebody has put a straw right through your skull and is drinking you. You should be screaming with agony, but there’s anesthetic. Everything around you right now, even Danny, especially Danny, that’s the anesthetic.
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Danny: I’m a dream and you know I am, right? Right, one thing, but it’s important. It’s a very important thing. That is totally how you guessed all of my presents. Danny: Do you know why people get together at Christmas? Because every time they do, it might be the last time. Every Christmas is last Christmas, and this is ours.
Bellows: So these creatures, when their feeding goes wrong, they die? Doctor: The carnivore’s hazard. Food has teeth, too.
Doctor: There are some things we should never be okay about.
Doctor: Dreams within dreams – dream states nested inside each other. All perfectly possible, especially when we are dealing with creatures who have weaponized our dreams against us.
Santa: Yeah, just get it done, head towards the northern lights. Yes, I remembered to switch them on!
Santa: Oh, for Easter’s sake! Of course you’ve been dreaming! Haven’t you been paying attention? Ian: Rudolph – did you see the nose? Wolf: The North Pole? Come on, with stripes?! Ian: This … Wolf: is … All: … a dream! Santa: How much more obvious do you want me to make it? Because I can text the Easter Bunny, you know.
Shona: You’re a dream who’s trying to save us? Santa: Shona, sweetheart, I’m Santa Claus. I think you just defined me!
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Doctor: THIS is your mind, trying to tell you this isn’t real. Santa: So it gives you me. Sweet Papa Crimbo! Ian: It gives you comedy elves, flying reindeer. Doctor: Exactly. Santa: A time-travelling scientist dressed as a magician. Ian: Classic! Doctor: No, no, no, hang on. No, no, no, no. Wolf: Living in a phone box. Doctor: It’s a spaceship in disguise! Santa: You see how none of this makes any sense? Doctor: Shut up, Santa! Doctor: No, look, we don’t need all this touchy-feely stuff. Santa: Shut up, Doctor!
Santa: You are deep inside this dream, all right, and it is a shared mental state, so it is drawing power from the multi-consciousness gestalt which has now formed telepathically … Doctor: No, no. No, no, no. Line in the sand. Santa Clause does not do the scientific explanation! Santa: All right. As the Doctor might say, “Aw, it’s all a bit dreamy-weamy!”
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Shona: I’m scared. The Doctor: Congratulations, that means you’re not an idiot.
The Doctor: No need for chatting. You’ll only get attached. This isn’t Facebook.
Clara: Doctor. If Santa was only in the dream, why was he on my roof?
The Doctor: Do you know what I hate about the obvious? Clara: What? The Doctor: Missing it!
The Doctor: Clara. Page number. Make it a good one. Clara pointedly: Twelve.
The Doctor: Wherever you are, the Dream Crabs have got us. And we’re all being networked into the same nightmare.
Ashley: Where’s Albert? Where’s the Professor? The Doctor: He probably just woke up somewhere in the real world dead. If we don’t wake up now, we’ll do the same. Clara: But how? The Doctor: I don’t know.
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Clara: So what happens now? This is us all just waking up, right? The Doctor: Could be. I hope so. Waking up or… Clara: Or? The Doctor: Just focus on this: do you believe in Santa Claus? Clara: I’ve always believed in Santa Claus, but he looks a little different to me. {she hugs the Doctor}
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Claus: You really should be waking up too, Clara. Clara: Just a little longer. Santa Claus: Why? Clara: Every Christmas is Last Christmas.
The Doctor: Oh Clara. I might have known that you would be the one to sleep in.
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The Doctor: We should do this every Christmas. Clara: Because every Christmas is Last Christmas.
The Doctor: I’m sorry. I was stupid. I should have come back earlier. I wish that I had. Santa Claus: Do you, Doctor? How much do you wish that? The Doctor: I’m not still…? Santa Claus: Wakey wakey!
….. The Doctor: The TARDIS is outside. Clara: So? The Doctor: So all of time and space is sitting out there in a big blue box. Please! Don’t even argue.
{Doctor Who, the last Christmas}
Doctor: You’re a dream construct, currently representing either my recovering or expiring mind.
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