The ancients are screaming at us…

An Apocalyptic Synthesis is an

Unfinished Work

…and the winters will be severe.”

 

The WiΩard of Oz

You must slow down your world to enter mine. If anyone reading this knows Captain Davidson of the 326th ASA Co (Ops Fwd in Augsburg, Germany), please make him aware of this website. Capt. Davidson was a door gunner in Nam and the finest military officer I ever met. I also take my hat off to the FBI for leaving me alone. Ten years I sat across the aisle at the BSO from the head of the Jewish mafia in Baltimore. Always flanked by the two men who never spoke and who looked like Greek gods in the finest Italian clothing ever made, and yet I never once felt threatened. I do not recall ever exchanging words with him, but my remembrances of him, his stately wife, and the entourage that always surrounded him are better than any movie I ever watched. I like to think we were kindred souls. We were both known for our peculiar shouts. It was always a good night when the big guy shouted. I would grin from ear to ear every time he did it. I never once felt threatened by the man the business community waited in line to greet during intermissions. Never. We live in a world of opposites. And now the light of a Texas State Trooper I met briefly—when he wrote me a license plate light warning ticket—shines down on me while I do this monologue to a half-empty auditorium. I fear no man. In this imaginary “there can be only one” game being played between the bankers and the Ћinkers any one of whom has the power to snuff out a life, I am the Holy Gameboard where no harm comes to anyone. And no one is judged. Almost no one. 

Isaiah 55:10-11
For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

Virgil

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)

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

Welcome to the real Bible. The “beast” is the coming Earth crustal displacement. This verse in the Bible is a reference to the timeframe in which the Fifth World will come to an end. Based on the work of George Dodwell, the axial tilt itself is a doomsday clock. 13 x 18 = 23.4° which is precisely the current axial tilt and has a complementary angle of 66.6°

Robert Estienne at his finest

Everything is one thing
This metal sculpture at Ad Quadratum (the center) of the House of the Temple in Washington, D.C. is the very navel of arcane and esoteric symbolism in the United States of America and throughout the entire civilized world

“Such a blazing star is called a nova

—Immanuel Velikovsky

The term blazing star as used by the secret societies is not a reference to Sirius. Sirius is but a big gear in the timepiece of the ancients, which are the more distant stars of the Zodiac. A blazing star is what we think of today as a supernova. And in the world of An Apocalyptic Synthesis when you hear or see a reference to either novas or supernovas, the first thing you should think of is Elizabethan England. Of a truth, I say SN1604 is as important to this generation as the Star of Bethlehem

Credit UniversityToday.com, What is a Nova?, October 20, 2016, Fraser Cain

I am No. 5, the Third Prime in Life. Rebis lives in me. My friends are back. Let me state this plainly; Earth is being observed by highly intelligent, benevolent aliens who are here because of what is about to happen. My time has come.

Psalms 139:7 – 139:11
Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

1615 – 2015

Door knocker for Pythagoras Lodge No. 41 in Atlanta, Georgia. “Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.” Christian Scientists should look with startling familiarity at the design of the cross and crown. And then they should consider reading my page on why that might be so that she copied this design to adorn her textbook after deciding against Noah’s Ark.

Four hundred years ago, something magical happened in human history. A man you know of as William Shakespeare (the playwright, not the actor) and his tight-knit group of friends rallied to the side of their queen. With their back up against the wall after Pope Pius v issued the bull Regnans in Excelsis, which declared Queen Elizabeth of England excommunicated from the Roman Catholic Church, they amassed political, scientific, and esoteric knowledge from all over the world in order to protect her. You see, William Shakespeare was Sir Francis Bacon, and Queen Elizabeth I was his mother. His life was the very definition of “for queen and country.”

The knowledge they amassed gave birth to the Globe Theatre and some of the finest literature of all time. But then it happened. Supernova SN1604, no less special in the history of mankind than the Star of Bethlehem, awoke in these men a desire to shape the course of history in the Western world.

They founded what we know of today as the secret societies,—the Rosicrucians, and later the Freemasons—to perpetuate the knowledge they amassed in defense of their queen.

The depth of symbolism in this image is incalculable, from the 666 encoded in the faces at the top of the image to the mother swan at the bottom.

One of their first major accomplishments was the King James Bible, which contains encoded information about the end timesincluding the year of the apocalypse—that does not exist in any other translation of the Holy Bible in existence.

Heretofore unrecognized by even the greatest Shakespeare scholars, “The Temple of the Rose Cross” by Daniel Mögling, 1618, is the Globe Theatre on wheels and contains immeasurably important and unmistakable evidence that the Rosicrucians are fully aware of the fast-approaching end time

They were also instrumental in the founding of the United States of America. But they were not alone in their knowledge of the end times. A people commonly referred to as the European Illuminati, the descendants of the Knights Templar, which is to say—the European bankers, opposed them. As always the bankers sought to control everything and in what is commonly misunderstood as the Civil War, one of the bloodiest wars of all time, they took control of the United States of America, its government, and military. This is an age-old battle between two factions of what Virgil and I refer to as the progeny of Jove, one that dates back to the ancient Greeks whose antediluvian knowledge of the end times was consumed by the ravenous Romans. 

Like the mythological Phoenix, the remnant of the Freemasons in Atlanta, Georgia rose from the ashes so famously “Gone with the Wind” and finished the work of the Bard and his entourage by erecting the Georgia Guidestones, a grossly misunderstood warning to all of mankind that we really do live in the end time. 

Believing the unthinkable is not only possible but happening in the here and now is not for the faint of heart. None of us want to seriously contemplate this reality. Doing so subjects a person to the judgment of loved ones and society in general. The author of this website began his journey to An Apocalyptic Synthesis wanting only to write a book entitled “3100 B.C.” I had many inspirations to do so, but none as important as What Really Happened in 3100 BC – and Where Are We Headed Now? by Bruce Scofield. Along the way, I happily found the answer to this lifelong question, but I did not stop there. I kept going. 

I never wanted to be this guy. But day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, the evidence kept mounting until finally, I realized everything is one thing. Everybody was talking about the same thing. This was the last of five principles I discovered were fundamental to understanding what is happening.

Everything is one thing.

Everything was pointing to an imminent Earth crustal displacement. When I crossed the line from “What happened in 3100 B.C.?” at first the question was, Are we really living in the end time? But now about the only question left me is, Do the progeny of Jove know the exact date? That an Earth crustal displacement is expected in the next few years is for me beyond question. They at least toy with the idea of an exact date in the all-important Tomorrowland movie, which you will soon discover is more important to eschatology or the study of the end time than the Book of Daniel and The Revelation combined. Those are ancient documents, but this is all happening in the here and now.

Is there an exact date?

The possibility of there being an exact date for the Apocolypse is much older than the Tomorrowland movie. As discussed in Berossus Caldeus and the “final catastrophe”, Seneca the Younger says Berosus, a Chaldean priest of Bel in Babylon “remembered for his passing on knowledge of the origins of Babylon to the ancient Greeks…assigns a definite date both for the conflagration and the deluge.” This was circa 290 B.C. 

The 1.08 billion year old
Pikes Peak Batholith

Eventually, what you will learn on this website is that all of what we know of as history can be explained in the following image of the Pikes Peak batholith in the Front Range near Denver, Colorado. Wikipedia,—an important tool of the progeny of Jove and a future educational toy for their children in the next world,—describes the batholith with an highly unusual specificity.

The Pikes Peak granite is a 1.08 billion year old widespread geologic formation found in the central part of the Front Range of Colorado.

Wikipedia, Pikes Peak granite [emphasis added]

The Prize

This is where you will find Virgil’s “vault profound” as discussed on page № 58. Virgil’s “Vault Profound” in the Front Range. There is no other granite batholith at such a high altitude and so far from an ocean shore anywhere else in the world. It is the ideal location for surviving an Earth crustal displacement. And there is irrefutable evidence in Rosslyn Chapel that a people I call the progeny of Jove (at the time they were known as the Knights Templar) were not only aware of this long before Christopher Columbus set sail in 1492, but visited North America before then on several occasions. Indeed, there is reason to believe some of them lived here after leaving France in 1312.

The Walk

On Christmas eve, 2020, I watched The Walk for the first time. The beauty and simplicity of its symbolism brought tears to my eyes. Perhaps for the first time in my life, I was not alone. I have met my equal.

In a new section entitled The Walk on page № 7. The real horror of September 11, 2001 (9/11) is the truth I discuss the relevance of this movie to the end time, but only a handful of you will ever accept the truth that planning for 9/11 started even before they broke ground for the World Trade Center on August 5, 1966, where eminent domain was used against the will of the people to demolish 13 square blocks of Radio Row. But we knew this even before watching The Walk because the progeny of Jove numerically signed the entire World Trade Center during the design process, —high-level decisions which had to be made before the first blueprints ever existed, even before 911 became the national emergency number. You can even see it in the Blazing Star (a Seyfert galaxy exploding) of The Walk poster below. Of the handful that will accept this level of planning, even fewer will fully grasp the beauty and simplicity of this movie’s symbolism. It has an indescribable, almost god-like character. In truth, it was so beautiful in my eyes that I thought I was dreaming until I heard the “tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” and “no one is listening” at 53:00 minutes. Then I knew, no matter what this world thinks of me, I stood shoulder to shoulder with the Bard himself. I am doing his work. Nor do I think the Nazarene would judge me too harshly. How could he if only I hear everything?

I can no longer pretend that I am not an important part of what is happening. No one else hears everything as I do. I can’t explain it. Whatever is happening, I cannot escape the necessity of doing this work. If I am the only one to hear, let it be known to the progeny of Jove that at least one of us “did not go gentle into that good night.” We were here. We were not all asleep. 

What The Walk taught me is that the Twin Towers are an end-time marker as important as the Georgia Guidestones and Tomorrowland. Moreover, everything is happening in the here and now. We are “at the doors.” I no longer care what the world thinks. The slings and arrows of the worldly-wise no longer matter to me. We are living in the end time. The living and breathing evidence of this is everywhere, all around us.

  • The Georgia Guidestones
  • Tomorrowland
  • The World Trade Center, Back to the Future, and The Walk

One needs only to open their eyes to see it. I can show you. 

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
I hereby claim my rightful place among these harbingers of the apocalypse, and what greater honor is there in the end time? This website is my message to mankind. As I hear, I speak. Heed our warning, and you, your loved one, and your children may live to see the dawn of a new age.

The ancients really are screaming at us. I can hear them, but as Philippe Petit says in The Walk, “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.”

Not “unfinished” or incomplete, Michelangelo’s work represents individual consciousness imprisoned in the collective consciousness 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.

Because of a people the Latin poet Publius Vergilius Maro (Virgil) called the “progeny of Jove” (Jove being the second hand of 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. Nothing could be further from the truth.

The “deep state” vs. The Matrix
The runtime for the first two Matrix movies is 2 hours and 16 minutes. 216 is the most sacred of all the sacred numbers.

The fanciful notion of a deep state in control of the United States of America does not come even remotely close to the reality I uncovered writing An Apocalyptic Synthesis. Alice in Wonderland would be a better analogy. I am utterly convinced that The Wachowskis, who wrote and directed The Matrix movie, did so because they wanted to artistically convey the reality of what I discuss on this website. However, unlike the Matrix, this website is not a work of fiction.

You need to temporarily suspend your incredulity long enough to give yourself a fighting chance to internalize the existence of a completely hidden world as postulated by An Apocalyptic Synthesis, one I dare say is so foreign to most of you that it might best be described as an alternate reality.

In short, a sea change in thinking is requisite on your part.

To expedite your learning, over a period of years I identified five fundamental principles of An Apocalyptic Synthesis in the section named appropriately enough The five fundamental principles of An Apocalyptic Synthesis on page № 101. About this Website.

If you ever arrive at a moment in time when you begin to contemplate the possibility that I am not batshit crazy, please remember to study these “principles.” I had to learn them all by myself. Think of me as having charted the waters. 

At any given moment when the weight of exploring the unknown for a highly critical audience becomes more than I can bear and I cry out for help in a room that is forever empty and silent except for the echoes of my rage, I have what I have come to characterize as a batshit crazy moment. Oh no! Run for safety! I feel one coming on now…follow those bouncing balls!

Now allow me to explain what just happened—to say, help you navigate the website better. I fight against an army of ghost warriors. They exist in thought only. On this battlefield, I occasionally find myself encircled with prospects so grizzly that I abandon reason altogether and declare my primacy. I paid dearly for that privilege. Figuratively speaking, I take my sword in both hands and begin twirling creating a circle of death someone must cross to get to me—on the brink of death and wanting to be defiant until the end. That is what I call a batshit crazy moment, a term my younger half-brother—who I lost to this world—once applied to my work and by extension to me.

In truth, this video is usually just badly needed levity from time to time to help keep my feet on the ground, and I get to chose when.

This time I had a batshit crazy moment because I am about to share something with you that I wrote in a very inspired state of mind—my introduction to sacred numbers. This was the last section I wrote in this, the final version of my website’s all-important homepage. I waited a long time for the inspiration to do so. This is basically a summary of one of the most important things I can say to you, which is that you simply must developed a genuine respect for sacred numbers. It’s not numerology. It’s God. Like it or not.

The section that follows on the hitherto unknown world of numbers is not poetry, but it is not prose either. It is something in between.

In some ways, it is a plea for sanity. The symbolism used by the people I study—who I refer to as the progeny of Jove after the Virgil eclogue at the top of this page because he was one of them, a leader. So you see this is how they think of themselves. I did not invent the term—as I was saying, this symbolism is deliberately provocative but always astrological in meaning (i.e. not what you think). Honestly, I would not steer you wrong. It has nothing to do with good or evil. But it has everything to do with the end of the Fifth World, which is just around the corner apparently.

“There is nothing either good or bad,
but thinking makes it so.”

So you see they are holding a mirror up to your God. And every time you attack their symbolism as somehow evil or worse yet as devil worship, you admit your belief in two opposing powers in eternity—a shallow proposition at best—and one that exposes the fact that you are not even the monotheist you claim to be. There are two supreme powers in your belief structure. To hell with them, here is wisdom.

They’re just making fun of you. They flaunt the suggestion of evil because they disrespect your god. All I am trying to say is that everyone is looking at the same thing. There cannot be multiple realities, despite the more recent flights of fancy of the mathematically insane. Talk about the theatre of the absurd.

The hitherto unknown world of numbers

There are two distinct factions within the progeny of Jove. As with all good Westerns, there are bad guys and there are good guys. The bad guys in this story are the Old World bankers who began life as the Knights Templar after retrieving an enormous wealth from underneath a Roman encampment where soldiers in the Legio X Fretensis buried it, the secret of its existence known only to a handful of the Roman elite, the progeny of Jove in their day. This faction is also known as the European Illuminati. The other faction is what I refer to as the purveyors of wisdom (though most people think of them as secret societiesthey’re the good guys in this story—infinitely more clever in maintaining their secrets than I originally conceived).

These two factions fought for control of the granite batholiths in the Front Range near to Denver, Colorado. The Old World banks (a.k.a. European Illuminati) won a long time ago primarily on the battlefields of the Civil War but symbolically on October 30, 1928, when the descendants of the purveyors of wisdom in the defeated South gave the Stone of Destiny to the men who now control the entire Western world, and more importantly the granite tunnel system I like to refer to as the “vault profound” in the Front Range. I like to think of this as them saying Godspeed to the bankers. As I said, the game is over. They won. But to say the Freemasons of the South,—the descendants of men who founded this country,— giving the European Illuminati the Stone of Destiny was a magnanimous gesture would be like characterizing the Christ as a “nice guy.” 

The overriding factor that unites these two factions is a specific knowledge of the end-times passed down from a previous world age. That is how I define “the progeny of Jove.” They know for sure that this is all real and not some whacky website thing (to put it mildly). How exact is their knowledge of the end time? This is an open question to which I have dedicated my life to discover. The answer to this question is at the heart of what I am trying to achieve with An Apocalyptic Synthesis.

I grew up with these guys. Playing one of their new 45s in the basement is one of my fondest childhood memories. I don’t remember if it was this one. We don’t have to sacrifice a desire to connect with the infinite because we abandon the church buildings. They are just buildings. We need to do our best acting in public, where it is most needed and I dare say better appreciated.

It needs to be said that John Lennon’s Imagine song is asking us to imagine a world not unlike the one in Tomorrowland. More precisely, the future envisaged by the Old World bankers, the European Illuminati, the people who in the end,—after centuries of Borg-like, resistance-is-futile certainty, —are in control of everything.

The progeny are proud to the point of being boastful that they are not religious. They disdain religion as did at least some of the Founding Fathers of the United States of America. And yet I suggest to you that theirs is perhaps the purest religion—numbers. I am in awe of it.

God expresses itself in NUMBERS and by extension in US.

Individuals who see that there is a Principle governing numbers are seeing the perfection of what many despair is nothingness. There is no nothingness. In the place of what we imagine to be nothingness (which I believe is just a condition that results when you believe lifetimes are finite) is what I like to call the fabric of the universe. It’s vibrant, alive, and eternally so. There is nothing else. Nothingness has never and will never exist. It is an impossible state of being. Numbers tell us this faster than words.

Eternity is necessarily harmonious.

Harmony is the key to everything. I state as a fundamental proposition in the equation of being that there cannot be two opposing powers in eternity. I say this with mathematical certainty. Ergo, the essence,—the fabric of the universe—is always serene, at peace with itself. On this metaphysical basis, we may discover the nature of being.

I could take this idea further but etiquette demands I not “preach” mathematics (a verb that doesn’t work so well in this new religion). Okay, well, maybe one more thing. If you take this rule of harmony and apply it to your life, some amazing things will start to happen. Essentially you are learning to control matter (the unfortunate apparent reality you are trying to escape) while still believing yourself to be a part of it. The time of the quickening is to be cherished. I was blessed with it only once. (The “practice” of pure metaphysics is a luxury I denied myself after seeing what it is doing to my co-religionists. Instead, I forged my own path in life. One of my guiding principles in doing so is to keep myself well-grounded. Organized religion seems like a disease to me sometimes, one I would describe as cancerous. 

In the religion of mathematics,
prayer is mathematical

Now what I am about to tell you is for me the very definition of prayer (as practiced in mathematics). I dare say it is the key to a whole new world of possibilities. Do not accept no for an answer. You must insist that right where the problem exists harmony reigns. You insist that it is so by acknowledging both cannot occupy the same space and then by deciding in the heat of battle, Which is it? Matter or Mind? And if Mind, then numbers are telling us the reality must be harmonious. And then hold your ground. This is mathematics! If you hold your ground, your reality will change. I promise you. I’ve done it myself. It works. The moment you realize it worked is what I call the quickening. There’s nothing like it. 

Love

Some people call the fabric of the universe Love. But that’s another story. 

Hah! I wonder how many people saw what I just did. I live alone. It sucks.

216

Mathematicians describe a wondrous world of interconnectivity that betrays the fact that the fabric of the universe is eternally harmonious, not at war with itself. There really are sacred numbers. 216 is the most important of them all. 216 found me. It created me. It said, “Look around you! There is exquisite beauty everywhere. Reality is inherently good. And we do not die.” We? Numbers, people. They are all eternal ideas. Death is an illusion. We cannot even momentarily lapse into nothingness because nothingness does not exist. There is nothing “behind” or “before” consciousness. In fact, I believe it is possible to remain conscious throughout the death process. Piercing the barrier before us now is something I have prepared for my entire life.

In the religious arena basically, everyone is competing for the right to define God. Mathematics is not so encumbered. I believe numbers are as close as we can come to actually hearing the voice of God, but not in any Einsteinian sense. The reality is much simpler and becoming well acquainted with it does not require advanced mathematics. All you need is Lucien Khan. And he exists. Thank God. Think of him as the High Priest of this new religion I hereby declare. He’s handsome, too. I love this kid. And his work with The Fibonacci 60 Digit Repeat Cycle is groundbreaking, earth-shattering, a ticket to enter into the galactic community, and I like it, too. Best of all, his book The 216 Letter Hidden Name of God – REVEALED—which, for the record, I had to retrieve from my bathroom in order to write this sentence—looks and reads like a coloring book for children. This is how it should be.

Something wonderful is governing numbers. Something we cannot see but know is there because—now would be a good time to listen. Life is listening. Everything else is death—in mathematics, we can see the beauty of creation in a different language, one shared by all mankind throughout the ages. I am a Christian Scientist and I say this is what is taught to us by our leader, a woman no one paid any attention to and whose church has mutated into something foreign to my nature,—commandeered by a bunch of scallywags. I ask you in defense of my queen—for surely at this moment I follow in the footsteps of the Bard—for queen and country—look at the result of a Google-like search of her primary textbook and see what she says—listen up—about the relationship between mathematics and metaphysics. The search results are included in a section entitled References to “mathematics” in Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures on page № 67. Sacred numbers and refereeing between the gods.

I just had what you might call a “progeny of the Bard” moment with sacred numbers: mathematics and metaphysics. Another MM 1313 me. It’s everywhere including my birth date, which feels a bit fated. Is the world of numbers a church? I don’t know. Why don’t you come inside from the rain and see for yourself? I’m no pro at this, but I did graduate third in my class at the Defense Language Institute, ahead of one of the four German Language majors fresh out of college with that stupidly coveted and completely meaningless piece of paper called a degree on the wall in his dorm room. Why? My teacher said I had an unusual knack for understanding what is being said by the context in which it was said and because of this I heard German way in advance of my actual training. In short, I listened. You really can trust me to be a good introduction to “how you should think” about this hitherto unknown world of numbers. (Wow was that awkward!) But seriously, though. I wouldn’t harm a fly, well, you know what I mean. Trust me to hold your hands and show you around to what happens to someone shortly after entering into the world of numbers (that would be me). It’s refreshing. I love it. It’s bigger than me. Infinitely so. And therein lies the joy of it all. Warning! Serious discontinuity ahead.

And here I am. Hidden on this ridiculously long page all about myself. Here. Right here. Don’t look around. I’m right in front of you.

Let the drum roll begin.

If everything is thought, Tomorrowland really is possible. I want to get there. The only thing that stands in our way is how people are organized. I fear the Georgia Guidestones failed us somewhat in this respect. It’s all about how the people are organized. The people are essentially good. They just need to be organized better.

Reward only innovation.

Structure everything around how to encourage innovation. Everything.

Unproductive innovation groups must be disbanded

Elements within such a structure must have a shelf life on the principle of if it isn’t moving, it’s dead. No progress, no new innovations in at most a calendar year, the team must be disbanded.

Be careful at the point where innovation is acknowledged.

Be careful at the point where innovation is acknowledged.

The who?

There is where the psychopaths will see their best opportunity to regain control of the species. We must outthink them or they will destroy us again. This is war. We are not one species. There is a mutant branch.

definition of currency

But focus on innovation. Think of it this way. In the end, innovation must equate with the word currency. Let me say this again for effect.

Innovation must equate to currency in the new world

Then you will have succeeded, but the principle of innovation must take precedence over existing organizations—which should be functionally named and not glorified or glamorized. Government is a word which you should well be concerned even exists. Extinguish it. Decentralize control. The only thing that should be in the center, if life really cannot exist without such a structure, is representative bodies concerned with lubricating the wheels of innovation. Below them will be other bodies that govern innovation within different applications, such as civil administration, law, and commerce. There is nothing higher than the bodies whose job is to innovate the innovation process itself. The Queen hive. I see no reason to glamorize administration or law. A Supreme Court, yes, but just not glamorized.

Centralized control of anything is a target for psychopaths. Outthink them at all times. Never ever think the threat is gone. That is when they will kill you. The art of civilization is how men and women are organized.

And admit the obvious, females should not only occupy at the very least half of all representative bodies but there well may come a day when the application innovative teams are dominated by females because too few males have the requisite skill to survive in an arena dominated by the need for the truthfulness and blunt honesty of sincere thinking. Well, this is what I hear anyway. We are about to enter a time when matriarchal societies arise and govern for millennia.

I talk about sacred numbers at length on page № 67. Sacred numbers and refereeing between the gods and more generally in the Sacred Numbers are the Religion of the Progeny of Jove and therefore their Greatest Weakness submenu. What you are about to finish reading was, once again, only my introduction to the subject. It is infinitely important,—if you want to play in this world—to learn some measure of respect for the importance of numbers. The progeny of Jove worship them in the sense that they feel compelled to numerically sign their work. It has been so for millennia. And it really is their Great Weakness.

The end.

nuclear explosion
Rage against the silence
that engulfs us!
Pandemics are only the beginning.
Something much more profound is happening.
Normality is at an end.
Your life will never be the same again.
The only question is,
Do you want to live?
Monjeau Peak is 9,582 feet above the sea level, and the best part is you can drive all the way to the top.

I want to close this homepage with a copy of the cover of detailed driving instructions to get me from Austin, Texas to Monjeau Peak in New Mexico after the coming Earth crustal displacement. 

I took these pictures on the hood of my 2015 Nissan Xterra Pro 4X. It’s a 38-page document I keep in my vehicle at all times. For every turn or intersection encountered there is a “big picture” map as well as actual on-the-ground photographs and detailed notes from test runs. Here is a sample page.

This is the only section of my route that involves an Interstate, which I anticipate may be closed. Why so much detail? Because I fully expect to be in an otherworldly state of mind. For highly abstract thinkers, it is very easy to forget what is happening around us. I can’t take any chance of getting lost. 

So you see it’s all very real for me. This is not a game. I fully intend on being there the morning after. Perhaps you will be by my side. I don’t have the beard anymore. But I’m still a tall blond with blue eyes. It should not be that hard to spot me. 

 

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