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Assume thy greatness, for the time draws nigh,
Dear child of gods, great progeny of Jove!
See how it totters- the world’s orbed might,
Earth, and wide ocean, and the vault profound,
All, see, enraptured of the coming time!
Ah! might such length of days to me be given

Eclogue IV, Publius Vergilius Maro (Virgil)








Johann Wolfgang Goethe




Few men have imagination
enough for reality

—Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe









…Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.

–Revelation 13:18


Robert Estienne at his finest












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Apocalyptic Synthesis



Buried deep in the design of the Maya Long Count calendar is a profound secret. Every 2160 orbits of Jupiter or 144 “Jose” solar cycles (the orbital period of the Sun around the Solar System barycenter), the Earth is utterly destroyed by an axial tilt that results in the Pacific Ocean washing up over the continent of North America. When this happens, two-mile high megatsunami waves inundate the entire continental United States. The enormous stresses on Earth’s crust result in great earthquakes and volcanic eruptions that darken the skies for months or years to come. The “prophets” of old referred to this as the “day of the Lord.”  It explains why these two numbers are so prevalent in the Book of Revelation. In fact, there are exactly 216 x 144 = 31,104 verses in the Bible. Unconvincing? There were 144,000 outer casing stones on the Great Pyramid of Giza and thanks to the work of two brilliant young men, Scott Creighton and Gary Osborn, we now know the entire design of the interior of the Great Pyramid of Giza is screaming


Axial Tilt!



The Matrix movieEven the runtime for the first two Matrix movies is 2 hours and 16 minutes. You will find in your study of my work that


Everything is one thing and that one thing is the coming axial tilt.


You see the Maya Long Count(down) is everything people thought it was prior to December 21, 2012, one of two great doomsday clocks. The other is the axial tilt itself, which after thousands of years in rapid decline is finally at 23.4°, the complementary angle of which is 66.6°, “the number of the beast” in the Book of Revelation. That “beast” is the coming axial tilt that will utterly destroy this, the Fifth World. In Revelation 13:18 we read “Here is wisdom.” 13 x 18 = 234. Everything is one thing.


I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.

–Revelation 21:6


I know what is about to happen. And if you would but listen I can save your life, the life of your spouse or other loved one, and the lives of your children, all of whom will live to see the dawn of a new era. The ancients are screaming at us. I can hear them, but no one is listening. No one. Thus my knowledge of what is about to happen is reduced to a poetic outcry.


With gratitude to the artists: Simon & Garfunkel and Disturbed, The Sound of Silence (which has been close to me my entire life). Thank you Disturbed. I love you guys. Nothing or no one has ever come closer to my heart.


A madness haunts me
and much abounds
in winds of lavender
and lilac smells.
G.W. on the piano
And me, in perfect hell.


Yet speak I must. For as Alexander Pope said,
I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.”


To my friends in Colorado Springs, Colorado:
I am No. 5, the Third Prime in Life.
Your tunnels will fail.
I have that on divine authority
Neither Enoch nor Christ Jesus told me
But the living God


Because of a people the Latin poet Publius Vergilius Maro (Virgil) called the “progeny of Jove” (Jove being a celestial doomsday clock), the masses are entombed in a prison of lies that they are told is the epitome of thousands of years of human development. The resultant popular insanity is best understood by what I call the law of opposites.


Everything is the opposite of what it seems


That includes everything from so-called “scientific” truths to personalities, the appearance of good and evil, sanity versus insanity, everything. This is the silence that engulfs us.


Not “unfinished” or incomplete, Michelangelo’s work represents individual consciousness imprisoned in the collective consciousness (hive mind) or what might be described as popular thought. The Bible refers to this slavish state of mind when it says “Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate.”  This is precisely what Michelangelo wants to represent in marble.


The forces arrayed against us are consummate, brilliant planners.

Their knowledge of our Solar System is older than the Great Pyramid of Giza and dates back to previous world ages. And they are as dedicated to their cause as Christ Jesus was to his.


A diabolical plan dating back thousands of years is coming to fruition. What is most difficult to grasp, what your mind will never allow you to accept, is that the marble, the collective consciousness, —everything you are, everything you think you know, the society in which you live, including especially its academic and scientific bodies of knowledge,—was minutely planned by minds infinitely cunning in their deceit hundreds and thousands of years before you were even born.


Your so-called freedom, your individuality, your personality, all of it is an illusion, the real-life Matrix. You and everyone around you are in a deep hypnotic state. Mainstream media (MSM) and popular culture (e.g. music videos, movies, television, the Internet, etc.) are the tools used to make minor adjustments as needed to popular thought through the years, like the sewing machines used by fashion designers to make next year’s garments.


I don’t care how special you think you are. They are smarter than you. Their technical and scientific knowledge is boundless and includes “free energy,” anti-gravity propulsion (which they have yet to successfully reverse engineer), and based on what happened on 9/11, highly advanced “directed energy” weaponry.


The primary purpose of this deep, hypnotic state is to keep you asleep right up until the last moment. That moment is now. We are “right at the door.” And you? You have been trained to deny this reality with the same vigor that you would defend your country. Only a handful of people in the entire world possess the imagination to perceive the insidious nature of this lie. It took thousands of years to “craft.” It is a form of hypnosis and escaping it requires great sacrifice and indefatigable effort. The moment you think you are free is when you are most in danger of having fallen asleep again.


You cannot understand anything about the world in which you live until you realize with your whole heart and mind that the destruction of this world,— of which Enoch, the Old Testament “prophets” (I do not believe in prophecy), the fictitious Daniel, Christ Jesus, and a little-known woman from the late nineteenth century named Mary Baker Eddy warned us,— is all that matters to the progeny of Jove.  They live for that day, and that day only. All of history awaits this one day. The Bible calls it the “day of the Lord.” Allow me to say this again, the progeny of Jove are single-minded in their determination to survive the coming axial tilt.


These six lines from Virgil‘s Eclogue IV foretell of an event that has not yet happened:


Assume thy greatness, for the time draws nigh, 
Dear child of gods, great progeny of Jove! 
See how it totters- the world’s orbed might, 
Earth, and wide ocean, and the vault profound, 
All, see, enraptured of the coming time! 
Ah! might such length of days to me be given

I adopted the use of the term “progeny of Jove” from Virgil (though it considerably predates him). You can read about these mysterious people on page № 8. Progeny of Jove.  It’s a good portal to a new, unknown world and one of the most important pages on this entire website. I encourage you to open this door to another dimension of your earthly reality, enter therein, and never look back—for you will be in the company of all the “Greats” throughout history, including Virgil. You will know what they knew. And if you listen with your whole heart, you may inherit what the progeny of Jove think is their exclusive domain.



Everything is one thing


The sooner you understand this, the sooner you will awaken to the reality of the world in which you live. 




Welcome to My World!

Now you must either walk away in utter disbelief and return to the safety and security of the collective consciousness or stay and plummet the depths of the reality in which you live. Pursuing the truth is always an individual choice.


I would that you stay, but I know how difficult it is to even contemplate such a fantastical reality. My entire life has prepared me for what I am doing. It is my destiny. I have no choice in the matter. I tried numerous times to walk away, but alas I cannot. My role in all of this is was foreordained at birth.  Delusions of grandeur? Perhaps. But I would not wish my reality upon another. Being me means understanding what it means to be truly alone in this world and to suffer the abuses of a people so primitive that I often wonder how I came to share their biology. 


I am Morpheus

I cloak myself in the garb of popular culture because I must. You can no more understand me than you can the progeny of Jove.  All I can tell you is that I was born to do this. Christ Jesus said to “come out from among them, and be ye separate.” All I ask of you is to listen to your instincts and do not be afraid. I will not mislead you. I seek only the truth. Free yourself from the tyranny of normality and follow thou me.


If you leave, forgive me. Allow me to offer you an easy out, the blue pill if you will. This is a new type of fiction fashioned after the Blair Witch Project. But if you stay and take the red pill, I will show you how deep the rabbit hole goes, but remember, all I am offering you is the truth.





Joel 2:28-30
And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions: and also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.


Acts 2:17
And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams


Luke 4:21
This day is this scripture fulfilled in your ears.





Not religious? Think Christ Jesus is a mere literary invention? Your breed disgusts me even more than the so-called “Christians” of today, were that possible. But in the Matrix created for us by the progeny of Jove, everyone must be forgiven their mistakes. So here is what I am calling a word to the wise. Yes, the Christians of today can be and generally are a disgusting bunch of self-righteous intellectual freak shows. But the author of this website has a profound respect for the man called Christ Jesus. He sacrificed his life to save your ass, not your soul. I promise not to preach to you if you will let down your intellectual guard against all things religious long enough for me to explain to you important facts that not even the Christians believe. First among these is that a people I call the progeny of Jove wrote both the Book of Daniel and the Book of Revelation. Their contempt for Jews, Christians, and all things religious is unparalleled. While the so-called “prophets” of the Old Testament knew full well that what they call the “day of the Lord” is an axial tilt followed by megatsunami waves, great earthquakes, and innumerable volcanic eruptions, the detailed warnings about the coming axial tilt are found in these two books. In other words, your intellectual forbearers are using the Bible to encode critically important information intended for their progeny. They also planted the seeds of astrotheology. So if you refuse to read the Bible because you think it is literary fiction, what does that make you? At the risk of eternal damnation, I would say that makes you a God-damned idiot. You’re also going to have to let down your intellectual hair when it comes to the Maya Long Count calendar because it’s everything people thought it was prior to December 12, 2012. Do these two things and I really can save your life. Or don’t and continue on your merry way. But know this, your intellectual pride is a joke. And the joke is on you.


Something extreme is about to happen. Do these sound like pious men who want you to go to church on Sunday and pray to an unknown god? Or do they not sound more like fellow human beings who possess knowledge about the cyclic destruction of the planet on which we live?


Joel: “…let all the inhabitants of the land tremble: for the day of the Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand; a day of darkness and of gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick darkness…there hath not been ever the like, neither shall be any more after it, even to the years of many generations”

Jeremiah: “Alas! for that day is great, so that none is like it”

Daniel: “there shall be a time of trouble, such as never was since there was a nation”

Christ Jesus: “then shall be great tribulation, such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor ever shall be”

Ignore these men (or in the case of the fictitious Daniel, the progeny of Jove themselves) at your own peril. I cannot. I hear their screams and those of hundreds and thousands more day and night. We are living in the end time, and if you but listen to the deafening silence that surrounds us, you will hear them screaming, too



1 John 4:17

Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is, so are we in this world.





Let me be perfectly clear about something…



If I were a graphic artist, my studio would be a mess with paint supplies strewn about in piles that resemble a dirty alleyway more than an art studio. But in amongst all this mess would be fine sturdy hardwood easels of obvious antiquity in a huge, very old brick warehouse with massive columns and beams and industrial windows everywhere, full of 108 canvases of all different sizes and in various stages of completion. A few of the canvases are so spectacularly enormous that standing in front of them are individuals in mid-step looking up and staring as if they are frozen in time, leaving some of the visitors to wonder if they are not perhaps part of the exhibit.



I expect my reader to see flashes of uncompromising brilliance and based on that to look beyond the mess and return to my studio from time to time to monitor my progress on those works he or she admires the most.


This analogy could not more accurately describe how I feel

about writing (read thinking) in public.


I do not like dainty or narrow-minded people in my studio. I would rather they left feeling morally and intellectually superior to me and complaining about how difficult it was to navigate the endless piles of garbage on the floor.


Is this clear enough?

I was not meant for this world.

I do not like it.

It is too small for me.

I am only here because of what is about to happen.

Believe me when I say this. 




Shakespeare is the most respected progeny of Jove since Pythagoras, and I can assure you

His name was Sir Francis Bacon



To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?—To die,—to sleep,—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die,—to sleep;—
To sleep: perchance to dream:—ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despis’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.