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Buried deep in the design of the Mesoamerican (misnamed “Mayan”) Long Count calendar is a profound secret. Every 2160 orbits of Jupiter earth is utterly destroyed. It is about to happen again. Correction. It has already begun. The ancients are screaming at us. I can hear them. But no one is listening. No one is listening. No one. Including you, my friend. Thus my knowledge of what is about to happen is reduced to a poetic outcry.
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:
I am No. 5, the Third Prime in Life.
Your tunnels will fail.
I have that on very high authority.
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, everything.
The forces arrayed against us are consummate, brilliant planners, and they are as dedicated to their purpose 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 even 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 are the tools used to make small adjustments to popular thought through the years, like the sewing machine used by a fashion designer making 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, 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.
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
You can learn what they mean by reading An Analysis of the Six Lines from Virgil’s Eclogue IV on the Progeny of Jove page. I have made some meaningful strides forward developing the Progeny of Jove page and earnestly suggest reading it. That page is one of the most important pages on this entire website.
Welcome to my world.
Now you must either walk away in utter disbelief and return to the safety of the popular consciousness or stay and plummet the depths of the reality in which you live.
I would that you stay, but I know how difficult it is to even contemplate such a fantastical reality. My whole life has prepared me for what I am doing. I have no choice in the matter. I tried numerous times to walk away, but I cannot.
I am Morpheus.
If you leave, forgive me. This is a new type of fiction fashioned after the Blair Witch Project. 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.
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