Engineers and Visions
People should do more to speak their truths. You will not find a lot of support if your truth doesn’t follow a demographic when you do. My truth doesn’t follow a demographic. It doesn’t get a lot of reads. I say a few things people may not agree with. Take what I said about Eric, for instance. Do I know beyond all shadow of a doubt that what I saw, for I did indeed see it, I don’t think you want to watch a fucking waterfall of blood, that’s why I didn’t post it, but if anyone would like to see it, my DMs are not far. Point is that whether it was true or not, or fake or not, I saw what I saw, and I have no explanation for it. What I wrote was based on that.
Sadly, if I am right, you’ll never know. No one will say I am. Every influencer, all your mainstream comedians, actors, pundits, et al, no matter what side of the fence they’re on, are promoting the narrative, and no one is looking into anything very deeply. I’m leaving it at that. Whatever way he was killed or not killed, it’s very, very, fucking VERY good for Donald Trump and his MAGA cunts, the Heritage cunts, and the Palantir cunts. So, here’s to you, Mrs. R. Jesus loves you more than you will know. Moving on.
We make a mistake when we keep looking for the screen to validate us. The screen is not here to validate you. It is here to make sure you are a blank slate, neither validated nor invalidated…this way, it may engineer you. The internet is full of human engineers. The beauty of it is the anonymity. If they don’t know who they’re engineering, if they’re not talking directly to anyone, but a group, they don’t have to take personal responsibility for any of the horrors they cause. Don’t think for a second that some of these pricks don’t kill.
Engineer. Like a robot. Think how my post tells you to think, or you’re a twat. Look at me. I have a great deal of material goods. I am a bearded man or a painted woman in sunglasses behind the wheel of a car. That means you can listen to me without being embarrassed. You can even share me with your friends and not look stupid. Can’t you see? My life is perfect. You should think what I tell you to think, then you can have all the things I have and all the friends I have and the picture-perfect life I have. Now click share. And give me five bucks.
If you don’t believe me about the engineers, take screenshots of your feed. Don’t scroll, just take screenshots. Look at how many of those screenshots include influence videos, videos aimed at people who don’t know what they think or believe. The target of the influencer is: folks the Billionaires call NPCs, and they call you that because you have no belief system that comes from anywhere but…well…them. Since they’re engineering the game and you’re just kind of here, looking at all the crap they put there for you to look at, that makes you an NPC. And all these influence posts are protocols you can plug into your psyche in order to…well, they front like it’ll help you play the game better, but really, it’s just more leash.
I’m not here to engineer anyone.
Do whatever you want.
Visions.
What has happened here? After all the things you’re about to read, I asked for another sign. What I got was dove feathers scattered across the yard. A fox got the dove. I have seen both foxes and rabbits in the yard, which is how I know it was a fox. The dove may have seen something tasty on the ground, and you can gather the rest of the story. So. Who is the Dove and who is the Fox, and what has the Fox done to the Dove? The Fox has stolen the Dove. You do the rest of the math.
Back to the visions.
Aside from the globs of strange geometry, these colorful balls of shape, perhaps out of space, who knows. There is a flash of white light, and a cord enters my sight. At the end of the cord, and envelope unfolds, and the male and female parts come together. By the way, this is Gateway, though I wasn’t doing Gateway when this happened. I travel through the tube like a Nirvana song and come out on a landscape like no other. It is purplish-orange, then the purple turns red and the red into gold. Three golden bars slide across the top of everything, creating a horizon. The Sun begins to rise, and halfway through its coming into glory, a face shifts from the golden orb, a face like a Greek Statue. At this time, I feel a peace and a high like nothing I’ve ever had, and when I come out of this vision, the high stays with me all day.
A vision of Christ on the cross. It is static. There are no features on the body, but I know who it is. The vision fades and rolls into something else. It is a female form, demonic, a succubus. Light surrounds the succubus, and she is electrified, then fades. And I feel an enormous weight lift from me. I know who this is. It is handled. No more needs to be said.
Visions of my own manifest house. Visions of a friend’s apartment, a vision I checked against him to verify, and did. Visions of a man flying around on a jet-pack. Visions of a Nuremberg rally, Nazis pumping their fists for a murderous leader who is promising them the sun, moon, and stars. Visions of men in suits beating me and spitting on me. Visions of fireworks. Visions of black creatures jumping up and down on the wall. And more that will be saved for a later date.
An eagle flies into my scope, carrying the World. As it closes in, a Snake flies from the right side of the vision and, rather than coiling around the World and hissing at the Eagle, it pierces the World, shoots through the middle of the World, and the snake becomes a road. The vision fades, replaced by a log. A crow lands on the log. It seems friendly. This crow shifts its face with that of an Owl, and black leaves rain down upon me. The people walk the streets on a balmy day. Suddenly, the World is full of light that becomes a mushroom cloud. The people do not have time to scream. When I open my eyes, there is a great white flash that fills my reality, and I am knocked on my back, panting until I regain my composure. It feels like someone shot me up with meth, but that fades in a couple of minutes.
And those are some of my visions.
More to come.