by James True
There is gnosis in reports that demons speak the truth when pressed. As archetypal DNA software, the dimension of lying would be far too complex. Demons are psychic programs – or ethereals. They are lighter than birds. Without the power of deception, a demon must reveal itself in the body with a single question. “Am I sovereign?” If Alex would have known to ask, he would have heard the answer, “No.” The shadow beings have owned his body for years now. Alex would never have a full night’s sleep again.
Every possession begins with the energy body. The victim is worn down until they become vulnerable. Sleep deprivation is the primary method of attack. Once a demon breaks through the drawbridge, the voices work in tandem to secure entry for other ethereals. As the parasites breach the castle, the mumbles in the victim’s head become whispers. The whispers become words. The words become urges.
Alex was standing on the Metro platform waiting for the red line. The voices were screaming at him to push the lady wearing the green wool coat onto the tracks. Alex’s possession was more than a few voices now. He stopped counting all of the shadows and personalities. His energy body was an open-air slaughterhouse. Alex felt the jabs of shadowy fingers jolting his ribs and screaming, “Push her!” Some said Alex’s suicide was selfish, but he did a brave thing. He took his own life to save another. Humanity remains prey in the ignorance of demon technology. We cannot defeat a parasite we insist is an hallucination.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The Litany of Space
THE INTERNATIONAL SPACE Station orbits the earth at two hundred and twenty miles above the sea. On July 16, 2013, the anniversary of the Apollo 11 launch, an Italian astronaut reported he nearly drown while outside in his spacesuit. On August 20th, the anniversary of NASA landing on Mars, Russian astronauts reported sea plankton on the windows of the International Space Station. Did you catch that? On the two most significant NASA landing anniversaries, two foreign countries hinted the ISS was an underwater hoax. Water is a sore spot for NASA because we keep finding space bubbles in their official ISS spacewalk videos. These bubbles behave as if the ISS crew were secretly submerged underwater in the billion dollar NASA training pool complete with an underwater ISS simulator.
The Apollo Program did not land men on the moon. They did shoot video of the astronauts climbing into a rocket. Eight days later, those astronauts came out of a capsule. That’s all we can say with any certainty. Understand that all six lunar landing missions occurred under the same Nixon administration. Also, consider that thirteen thousand tapes of evidence are gone from the Goddard Space Center library where they should have been if it happened. It’s not just the Apollo 11 tapes that are gone. It’s every Apollo mission.
Even the original “moon” video captured in the lunar cameras is gone. All we have are the grainy captured radio transmissions. The Apollo 11 Program was a ritual sacrifice of the taxpayers, two soldiers, and one civilian. Months before the mission, Aldrin’s mom took her life with pills – she couldn’t face the fame of what her son was about to do. She knew it was a lie. Do you want to know why an astronaut battles depression? The demon of shame possesses him. This man gave his heart to a Luciferian agenda and still hasn’t been paid. Buzz did what every soldier does for a country. He followed orders. Armstrong has turned into a recluse, and the video analysis of his experience on the moon shows he was indeed lying about something. All veterans are trained to follow orders without question. Apollo 11 was their welcome to the machine. Trusting your government is the opposite of patriotism. Until humanity learns; these lessons will continue.
NASA is not an anomaly. This is business as usual. The hardest truth to swallow is admitting the wolves work in a pack. When you understand how the pieces fit, a new world reveals itself. There are so many red flags about the reported nature of space. The propaganda is pressurized and coordinated. In just seven days we see news of the Mars rover landing, a solo hike across Antarctica, a private company fined $1 million for launching their satellite, China landing on the far side of the moon and Saturn’s inner rings are slowly melting. A cabal could use deep space as a kind of inside joke where they talk to each other in public via cosmic propaganda. Like when a writer quotes NASA Scientist Lynn Rothschild about the ISS or when they claim it rains diamonds on Neptune.
Think of the space program as a game of blackmail hot-potato for the international mafia. The truth begins when we understand nations collude like cattle ranchers sharing the same river. These ranchers manage us and our pastures with barbed-wire information. We mistake a lot of hot air in our face for freedom on the open range. The man under the hat knows precisely where our minds are going. Trillions of dollars in space propaganda orbit our thoughts. Few dare to question how the stories of dark matter and black holes boldly go where no propaganda has gone before. A black hole is a concept in math defining a region, not a thing. It’s an irrational number pretending to occupy space. It would be solving world hunger by ordering infinity french fries. It’s impossible which is precisely why we call black holes “irrational” in the first place.
Kubrick was an illusionist, and NASA is in the business of deceit. Understand the satanic nature of the cabal. Space is a ritual that calls a demon from the deep. Cultural spellcasters have hijacked the collective imagination and funneled it into an archetypal mold. This is the calling of a psychic leviathan. The reason we know the devil is because he was planted in our dreams a long time ago. He was summoned from the plasma abyss of our brain. Deep space itself is a creature chanted by a clergy of magicians. The same clergy convincing us dark matter exists. We must consider the psychological implications of believing in a big bang and special relativity. These ideas are filtered by the same bent machine of academia and scientism. Science today is what we are told, not what we discover. That’s why it’s regurgitated from white chalk on a blackboard.
Consider the truth for a moment. The Saturn rockets were masonic obelisks made from the people’s gold. Between 1961 and 1975 our nation participated in the resurrection ritual of the phallus, the ancient Egyptian ritual of Osiris. In this rite, the body of Osiris was chopped into fourteen pieces, one for each year of the space program, and spread across the lands. The Saturn program launched its sword 32 times in a ritual of gold fire. It makes you wonder about rocket 33. Even the launch pad is a Masonic ritual countdown starting from the fabled number of eleven. The first step is Ten where the hypnotic spell begins. Nine. We are ready for programming. Eight. We are buckled and strapped to the belly of a burning beast. Seven. Anticipation from the audience charges the fuse. Six. The nation is committed to success. Five. Adrenaline added to the plate like a gravy. Four. Our hopes are committed to this upcoming ignition. Three. The rumble is real and intense. Two. Death has never been closer, and we have never felt more alive. One. Liftoff. Emancipation. Resurrection from the earth.
The Saturn rockets were built with silver taxed from every man’s pocket. This makes each missile a universal offering to Osiris. The ceremony is seen across the world and poured into every child’s eye. The Pope, our President, and all the news networks called a national prayer for the safe return of Saturn’s capsule. The entire world meditated on the rebirth of Osiris. Again. This is an ancient ritual stretching all the way back to the pyramids. Rocket fuel was all it took to bring us to worship Osiris. Under an arc of spent juice and white smoke; we believe in NASA. We worship the lords of the sky with our blind trust and admiration. NASA made us feel good. NASA is what we imagine the government should be. Something positive.
It was 1986. I walked into the band room to see Mr. Carichio had rolled out the television cart from the closet. A dozen students were gathered around to watch the news. The Space Shuttle Challenger had just exploded during liftoff. Seven astronauts, including a social studies teacher, Christa McAuliffe were dead. I was a Sophomore living through a government space program PsyOp. The school made sympathy cards, and the band played something appropriate at our makeshift eulogy. Nothing says the space program is more r
eal than a dead teacher on the news. It cemented my belief in NASA which was already strong. How could anyone fake something so disturbing? Yet they probably did. Even today, six of the seven challenger astronauts appear to be very much alive. These are the consequences of pretending to launch people into orbit. When a space rocket explodes, you’re left with seven bodies. No one would dare question the reporting of NBC or NASA. After all, we were mourning a nationwide loss.
The first Mars rover has been running miraculously for ten years now on the surface of the planet. It operates on 100 watts a day (about the same as a sewing machine), yet it weighs as much as a motorized scooter chair (500 watts). Its only source of power is two 100 watt solar panels that get about 4 hours of direct sunlight per Martian day. So far, the Mars rover has found an arm bone from a walrus, a two-by-four, several species of moss and lichen, and a small rodent resembling earth’s arctic lemming. It’s important to note that NASA uses Devon Island for training; home to the very same rodent they found on Mars.
I have learned and will freely admit that I no longer know the true nature of this world. I only know what society wanted me to think. I keep asking myself, why is space so full of lies? If it is so fantastic and wondrous out there in the void, why are they lying about it? The average American had no intrinsic desire to win a space race in the ’60s. Both nations had reasons to install their propaganda. Both were using the mystery of space to write their script.
Two years ago I started a novel about satellites and artificial intelligence. It was my research into orbiting satellite propulsion, and that turned me on that something about our world was fishy. We can bounce signals off a charged ionosphere. That means we can send satellite signals from the ground. Knowing NASA lies doesn’t mean space is a lie. However, it does force us to ask why they lied in the first place. The answer may be the god Osiris. One thing the elite enjoy is a sinister mass ritual. The similarities between NASA’s Apollo deception and 9/11 bear the same foggy signature. It leaves you wondering if NASA is inventing space or hiding it from us entirely. The only constant we can be sure of is they’re lying. Meanwhile, Antarctica has the highest average elevation of any continent.
Here’s what you should know. Special relativity was rejected by Tesla and by its very nature has no visible proof. The gravitational force we use to explain planetary motion is millions of times weaker than the electromagnetic force. In the electric universe, there is no vacuum, and everything is connected in plasma. We live in a region of the galaxy called the Orion Spur. The Birkeland plasma current connecting our solar system to the Milky Way galaxy originates from the direction of the constellation Orion. Osiris. Redshift anomalies reported by heroes like Halton Arp show the expanding universe is not what we see in the sky. Furthermore, consciousness itself could merge with space if we drifted far enough outside the atmosphere. Who knows? We don’t know.
The Apollo program didn’t land on the moon. The agency we pay to teach us about the moon made up a story which leaves me flooded with questions. Why is the moon so much bigger than gravity says it should be? I see the sun on one side of the sky and the moon on the other, but the light on the moon is shining from above. I am amazed that I find myself questioning these things, but I have to. What if everything NASA says is a lie? The exact nature of our world is hidden from us by our very own space agency, and we pay them $56 million a day to gaslight us. There is no video of an entire satellite launch. We have thousands of satellites in orbit, but we never see pictures. It reminds me of the old Hollywood movies where a swinging watch hypnotizes someone. The pendulum goes back-and-forth as the countdown in one’s mind begins.
The subject is mesmerized by a spinning repetition. At the turn of the century, they used the Foucault pendulum in science museums across the world claiming it proved the earth was spinning. This is not how the atmosphere and friction work. The pendulum was provably false, but people believe it because it came from the halls of science. These same halls brought us climate hoax. The same group that brought us the Big Bang theory. The same people are insisting we are monkeys. Our world is infested with psychological alchemy. NASA is misleading us about Apollo 11.
We are in an abusive relationship with a space agency. Accepting the truth is one small step for the man. Let’s take it together.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Zeteticism
THE WORLD IS engulfed in a ring of snakes hiding under the rocks of a few corporations. Each of these reptiles assembles around a corporate sigil. People give their lives to these logos, and every two weeks, we are rewarded with a series of numbers, a decimal point, and maybe some commas scribed on rectangular paper and decorated with a royal signature. The higher the number, the higher the favor. The District of Columbia, Inc. is one such corporation. We subscribe to its product for the privilege of calling ourselves its citizen. We sharecrop their land from a baron we call a banker who rents it from a duke we call a politician. We pay these barons a mortgage and buy insurance to protect their property while we live here and improve it with compounding interest. We pay tribute to the king with every hour of our labor on every Monday and Tuesday of every week. We keep ourselves busy arguing about how desperate we are to get permission to build a wall. We live as indentured enrollees in a buyer rewards program from the corporation of the District of Columbia. These overlords we treat as royalty can loosely be called the cabal.
The anatomy of conspiracy is rife with layers of intriguing wallpaper. Under each layer, you find a secret map that points to a wall, in another room, on another floor, in another building. A mind descends into a conspiracy like a labyrinth. Conspiracy is a spellcraft of charm and rumor. Conspiracy is the ultimate camouflage because it’s the last place one wants to be caught snooping. The Apollo Moon Landings are a conspiracy. Some think we landed on the moon; some think it was a cabal lie. The JFK assassination is a conspiracy. Some think it was a magic bullet; some think it was the cabal. 9/11 was a conspiracy. Some believe in eighteen box cutters; some think it was the cabal. We are hypnotized by the sheer audacity of evil.
If hunting psychopaths were as fun as hunting sasquatch, there would be no evil. The purpose of the cabal is chaos. The product of the cabal is confusion. We are constantly gaslighted with lies to generate the frequency of disorder. Why are we giving out peace prizes for bombing innocent nations? To reward the chaos. Every piece of media; every political decision; every catastrophic environmental blunder has one goal. Chaos.
Ordo Ab Chao. Out of chaos comes order.
The secret society is a fetish for discovering what others keep hidden. The secret behind the grand secret is that it doesn’t even have to be true. If you want people to believe something fantastical you tell them something even more fantastical. You catch them off guard. You give them reasons to disagree with the right hand, so they accept the left by recoil.
There is a silver bullet. Its name is the zetetic method. It’s the principle of constructing one’s world directly from the senses. Zeteticism is the ultimate cabal antibiotic; the very antithesis of scientism. The recovering addict can baptize themselves and wash away the black oil of chaos. Every spell we have chanted since we were children can be canceled in a single verse. Imagine the power of a billion souls telling the system, “We don’t believe you.”
Let’s rediscover our history. Let’s rebuild our science. Let’s rethink our physics. Let’s excavate the suppressed power of the placebo. Let’s make government work for our trust. We can build our own walls. We can make our own decisions. We can restore faith in the pelvis of the natural man and return sovereignty to the individual. Anything less will only cause more chaos.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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