Look at things from that perspective gives me only one choice: finish the project. As things have grown, I have the blog set up to continue my research even after I have this complete. Once this information is out there for the public to consume, I have a platform in place for any new discoveries, or accounts that could find their way to me. As much as I would like to move onto something new after this, I just don’t see it happening. This project will likely haunt me until I’m dead and buried, the same way the visions and voices will. I have accepted this fate and the fact that those voices will be my only everlasting companions.
Tonight I am again going to try to focus and dig into the project. I need to dive back into our characters and see what has happened since we last said goodbye. If I’m lucky, I will be able to make it through more than one account (which has become normal lately). I wonder where I should begin. I think that it is time to get back in touch with our holy man and see if he has found the child prophesized by scripture.
I
As the apostles pray at the signpost of the Lord,
A distant scream betrays the Martyr and a lone blackbird cries,
For the blood of the Lamb is near,
And the final passage to salvation rose in the south.
(The Revelation of Moloch 10.10)
Listen my children; the sands of oblivion have shattered the heavens, and the sacred host calls to us from the mount. We must be strong as we ascend the decaying passage, for all our enemies stand guard. Be naught afraid of the pain we are set to endure, for our rebirth has been foretold in the Gospel. The time to bow before the darkest Seraphim has come, allow the light of his wisdom replenish your soul.
For centuries, The Father has battled these infidels on all shores, for their lies and deceit have poisoned the masses against them. Through the blood of our fallen brothers, an everlasting covenant with the ancients has been forged, and you have been chosen to lead a new generation of disciples into the fiery depths for cleansing. Baptize them in the light and welcome their anguish with compassion.
Look upon the blackbird to the south; his wings will lead us to Babylon where the whore and her blessed Redeemer await our generosity. The sacred messenger of the Lord will not lie, at last, our communion awaits our arrival, and Jezebel cries.
Let Us Pray
Lord of Light
We bow before thee in awe
The signs of your wisdom is clear
And our pathway finally revealed
We implore you to bless our journey into the den
And announce our arrival to the Lamb
In your name, we pray
Amen
II
That is interesting so interesting, that was the first time I picked up the title of the Gospel, The Revelation of Moloch, I wonder if it refers to the ancient deity worshiped by those bastard globalists who dance around naked at the Bohemian Grove. It would make a lot of sense, there isn’t much of a stretch between the child sacrifice at the Cremation of Care, and the search for a chosen child for who knows what. Even though they claim that the faux sacrifice is a symbolic gesture in this theatrical event, it is still hard to believe that many world leaders take part in this type of charade. Of course, the same could be said about Spirit Cooking, but as we found out in 2016, some people think it is art.
I’m also fascinated by the thought of the Man of Cloth in Summit View pontificating scripture to the unwilling sinners who meet his scepter. To this point in the ordeal, our holy man has shown tremendous leadership and resolve, and wisdom beyond his years. As much as I would love for it to be true, I doubt there is any connection between the two men. Plus, I have not heard anything about a weapon or scepter in any of the accounts I have transcribed. I will say that his words were powerful, though.
Even today, years after the outbreak, his words radiate a purity that you don’t often hear. To me, it is clear why he had such control over his warriors. They were tough, mission focused, and disciple; they often remind me of my divisions in the Gulf. Even though there are many similarities I can relate to and sometimes miss, I am glad that time of my life has passed. I hated the fact that the Navy wanted to take away who I was, and did their best to create a mindless follower. The Navy was so hypocritical, they preached diversity and then shunned individuality. Not to mention the fact that they became overly politically correct and turned their back on tradition because it could hurt someone’s feelings.
Personally, I believe that the rise of political correctness across the United States helped usher in the globalist agenda. Just take one look at the leader of the censorship movement across the country: Tipper Gore. Yes, the same Gore family that is pushing for carbon licenses, carbon taxes, and of course the global warming, no, climate change agenda.
Unfortunately, many in our great nation have lost their way and bought into the rhetoric being spewed by the power-hungry lackeys in the world government establishment. Because of this ruse most of the population fears the government and cannot stomach the idea of standing up against authority, even when it is the only thing that can be done. That is exactly what happened here in our city during this deplorable ordeal. There were too few patriots willing to stand up and fight for what was right, and in the end, the entire outbreak was thrust under the shroud of darkness and was dismissed by the media collective.
Now with a regime change finally upon us, maybe our new president will actually stand up and reverse course from the status quo. Maybe he will teach our nation the difference between winning and losing, and do away with the participation awards that have helped spawn the entitlement attitude that infects us. As hard as it is for some to understand, people have to lose, and they can’t be afraid of losing. If you fear losing, you will fear taking risks, and by being afraid, you can never win.
One character that doesn’t seem to deal well with losing is Morgan. She appears to be singularly focused and is blessed with tremendous instincts. I wonder if she has found her supplies yet. In looking at the accounts, she has had a rough few hours and has not been able to make it very far.
III
Holy shit there is a God! Fucking Wal-Mart, that’s perfect, they should have everything I need. There is a pharmacy, a sporting goods section with bullets and guns, and they have fucking food, and I’m starving. I just hope that it’s not picked over. Esther that would suck it was picked over. I really can’t believe how empty this parking lot is! Maybe I’ll get lucky, and the inside will be as barren as the car park. You know things are bad when the fucking Wal-Mart is empty. I just hope they stay that way; it would make my life so much easier right now.
I do need to stop soon and find my medication. I hope the have the Resveratrol; I have never looked for it there. I usually go to CVS or Rite Aid. I need something soon; I think I am beginning to hallucinate. Yes, I expected the side effects, but they have never been this bad before. I knew I felt odd inside, but these symptoms are no fucking joke. I wish the doctor made me understand everything about this drug and the negative possibilities that existed instead of glossing over them. It probably wouldn’t impact my decision to take them, but I deserved the truth.
As twisted as this may sound right now, in some ways I hope it was only my imagination playing tricks on me. For the longest time, I felt like I was being followed. I could’ve sworn that I saw someone earlier on the road. Looking back now, the streets appear empty. Finally, the fucking entrance, and guess what, its locked! Fucking figured; that’s just my luck.
IV
An empty Wal-Mart, I have heard stories about such things, but I never imagined that it could ever happen. I honestly thought it was just some conspiracy theorist trying to get page views. A little while back, there was a story floating around the Internet from either Arizona or Texas that a few Wal-Mart’s had closed and were transformed by the government into makeshift FEMA re-education camps in preparation for martial law after the financial collapse. I think all of us are still waiting for that one.
Although th
at does sound crazy, in some ways, it also seems entirely plausible (at least the FEMA/Wal-Mart connection). If you look at their public brands, they do seem interconnected in some way. Look at the color schemes used they are almost identical. I know that this may sound like a stretch. After all, the same thing could be said about those two organizations and the United Nations, because they share the same color pattern. And we all know those entities can’t be intertwined in that manner, can they?
That is an interesting idea, which leads me to question the whereabouts of our rogue squadron once they left the area near Morgan. Yesterday, our scientists seemed to make some progress back toward the city, and today Morgan made her way in the opposite direction, and there was no mention of this unit. It should make you wonder what ops they have going on and where they are patrolling. This could get interesting with the spiritual pilgrimage in the same vicinity.
I am incredibly thankful that the voices have not come back and I have been able to get back into the story. Ever since Natalie disappeared, they have become a constant reminder of her absence. Don’t get me wrong, I want nothing more than for her to be here in my arms, but I am starting to function again, and I love that feeling. Over the past days, we have become reacquainted with the majority of our players. At a quick glance, it appears that Gabrielle’s distant admirer is the only one we haven’t recently visited. I wonder where he is now because at one time he sounded like he was decently close to Morgan.
V
(Click) I stand alone along this winding path. The blood and pain are the only things that keep me whole, as the shattered mirror into souls fades into oblivion. It was my doorway to everything and nothing, happiness, sadness, and you. The raging currents of regret that churn plague my profane heart. I long to find you, but your sweet scent fades into the bitter howling winds.
Flashes of life and love, within these days of despair, haunt every step. The chorus of tears, my ball and chain, flow from my mind like a refrain from a melancholy violin in the chilled night sky. The last fugue permanently etched into my flesh, my feelings alive in the shallow melody of your breath that calls to me.
As I roam, these desolate streets consume the solitary desires of lust I once held dear. Gabrielle, where are you, allow me into your void. I must feel the truths you hold close and the realities you hide inside that beautiful mind. Gabrielle, I do not mean to hurt you, for I know this is something I can never have. I can only dream that my impossible dream will become a reality as I drink your wine and dine upon your flesh. I want you to feel the togetherness we deserve.
With every step, I can tell that you are close to me, waiting to save me. Please, breathe life back into my soul, and help wash away my sins. I cannot help what I have become and beg for your touch to soothe my agony. I am but a tainted vessel lost inside this blackness. Please don’t be afraid of me, our destiny is signed in blood, and our torment will be eternal. (Click)
Chapter Twenty-Five
“For the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it…”
November 16
I know that it has only been a few hours since I made the potential connection between our religious leader and the Bohemian Grove cult, and I just cannot let it go. Looking back, I can remember the first time I watched a video of the Cremation of Care ritual after radio host Alex Jones infiltrated the complex and captured it. It was one of the most surreal events I have ever witnessed. Just the thought of the world leaders forging policy at this type of event is unfathomable.
I have found a strange anomaly though between Moloch and the statue worshiped at Bohemian Grove. According to ancient Canaanite texts, Moloch was to be half man and half bull, not an owl. An owl version of Moloch can be traced to the ancient Egyptians during the 11th Dynasty when bull veneration was outlawed, but that appears to be the only time period and culture that observes such a God. While this change could explain the owl statue being present at the grove, it does not match the ritual texts that have been smuggled out that clearly point to the Babylonian deity Moloch. More research will definitely have to follow.
Although, I will say that the connection between our holy man and Moloch, the Canaanite God of child sacrifice, is becoming less surprising the longer in sinks in. Especially when you add in another connection that I discovered doing some quick research. Do you remember the Tonton Macoutes I mentioned in the brief overview of the real zombie mythos? If you do, you may find it interesting that the Tonton Macoutes were named after a mythological character from Creole lore that kidnaps children and eats them for breakfast. Moloch, Tonton Macoutes, flesh-eating mutations walking the streets, there is absolutely no way this can be a coincidence. There has to be a higher power at work here, and that mystical being is at the foundation of this outbreak.
To me, the practice of Idol worship is not surprising; it has been something that has taken place since the dawn of mankind. Ironically, regardless of the origins of the different deities, the power received from the vigil is held tight within the belief structure. At the Bohemian Grove, it is Moloch, one of Satan’s most powerful warriors, for the legendary Knights Templar it was Baphomet, the hermaphroditic incarnation of something long misinterpreted, both deities stand as enemies of the Christian God, and both are shunned by the mainstream establishment.
This opens the door to a larger debate, and a harsh reality many are not willing to accept, as there is no right or wrong answer to the question. The recognized religious structure in many nations follows the Christian path, which is understandable with the ancient rise of Constantine and the creation of what can be looked upon as the first globalist society; one based on Christian beliefs within its cultural path. Because this was the majority of the known world at the time, the cultural aspects spread and the religious norms were formulated with many still in power today.
In some ways, these cultural beliefs and the size of the Empire have caused a significant disconnect with reality. From my research into idol worshiping (especially Moloch) over the past few hours, I have discovered hundreds of creation myths that I didn’t know existed that completely differ from Adam and Eve. They are recorded in the cultural history of these different lands and can’t be discounted because of words in an ancient manuscript. Yes, many as canon accept it, but does that mean it should be law? Yes, biblical history should be fact for some of society and fiction to others. Unfortunately, many can’t buy into this harsh truth. Whether you worship God, Muhammad, Moloch, Lucifer, Buddha, or Baphomet, you are not wrong and should not be treated as such.
Because of that, it should not be a surprise that many of the world leaders have organized to worship the Gods that they believe will bring them power. For centuries, these secret societies have always had a place in steering society. Today, there are many other organizations besides the Bohemian Grove. Between the Bilderberg Group, Skull and Bones Society, The Freemasons, and the modern incarnate of the Illuminati, there are many puppet masters hidden in the open guilty of manipulating society.
While some of the outward philosophies may differ between these groups, the underlying globalist agenda is woven into the fabric of all of them. The truth remains that world domination, power, religion, and greed have been causing strife since the societal inception, and our outbreak was likely just an initial test of a grander scenario. It is quite possible that the primary objective of that plan has not been revealed and it remains compartmentalized within the darkness. All I know is that we should be prepared for another outbreak on a larger scale. Consider this book a warning of what you have in store for you.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth..”
November 17
Fuck, shit, fuck, go away already. Please, I will do anything, just go away and leave me alone. I don’t know what happened to me after I finished writing last night. I lie down and boom; it was like a nuclear bomb went off inside my skull. The cries, the screams, all of the incapacitating misery were back with a v
engeance, and they won’t go away no matter what I try. The medication doesn’t work, the vodka doesn’t work, and there is no chance at rest or sleep. I am trapped in this lurid trance and feel like death.
I wish I could find-stop already! I need to do something to help me escape this nightmare. I want to be normal. I want to cry tears of joy, not tears of pain. Please God, help me, I beg you. If you are so powerful, why must you fucking persecute me with such anguish? What have I done that is so damn bad that you have forsaken me? I just don’t know what to do anymore, especially with Natalie gone. I still can’t understand where she went and why we can’t reach her. I need her; I need silence, that’s all I ask.
I don’t know what to do. My only peace anymore seems to come when I am inside this dreadful world inside this project. For some reason, I have been able to connect with these characters in ways that I never could with those I call friends. Maybe it is the inability for these characters to judgmental or argumentative. Or, it could be the fact that they all have a similar desire to escape with both their lives and sanity intact. Either way, I have come to find some connection or kinship with them, and whenever I am not begging for quiet, I am consumed by thoughts of them.
In many ways, I wish I could have been there with each of them. I could have found a way to help them survive and escape. Perhaps then I wouldn’t be stuck here alone dealing with the transcription of their stories and we could be working on this manuscript together. I would have been a great companion with my military background and the extensive combat and survival training I have had to endure over the years. Plus-shut up! Plus, with my enlightening personality and higher intellect, there is no way that anything could have happened to us. Hell, I found a way to survive on my own during the outbreak. My only regret is Renae, but I wasn’t with her during the events. So, is her death even-what the fuck-yes, it is my fault.
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