I dedicate this page to the Assistant Professor of Studio Art at Principia College, Danne P. Rhaesa, who I knew as Danne Sue Pike. Other than my encounter with ET, and as a kid watching Peter Pan and the Wizard of Oz or reading A Wrinkle in Time (the first book I ever read and the only one I finished for many, many years afterwards), my minuscule time with her and especially our walk in the snow the winter I met her on the Principia College campus is one of the few moments on this dreary planet that enchanted me. She has since joined the ranks of those who think I am batshit crazy and refuses to talk to me. It is a small price to pay for this knowledge. Danne Sue works in an art studio perched out over an unusually high cliff along the Mississippi River about dead center of the New Madrid Seismic Zone. Let that be a warning to the descendants of the European Illuminati (the Germans in Golden, Colorado) who are reading this page for the first time.
I sometimes wonder what life would be like if everyone knew what was coming.
Welcome to my not-so-well hidden page № 108. “I am No. 5, The Third Prime in Life” where I talk directly to the players in this game, first and foremost to the European Illuminati ensconced in Golden, Colorado well hidden behind need-to-know clearances and in control of both the government and military of the former United States of America, which country they defeated in the so-called Civil War and made into a corporation (a little-understood reality which explains why to this very day your name is always capitalized on legal documents), and who were formerly known as the CIA and Supreme Council, Scottish Rite, Northern Jurisdiction (an organization they infiltrated and used to take control of the United States of America), to their defeated foe, the remnant of true Freemasonry in and around Atlanta, Georgia (these are the men who gave us the Georgia Guidestones), and to The Nine of Indian descent and disbursed all over the world. (I do not, nor will I ever, address the Black Pope and the Jesuits, who gave birth to the European Illuminati.) These are all the varied names for the men who, like Alexander the Great in his march to destroy the Persian Empire and conquer the entire world, derive their real power from knowing the year, if not the specific date, on which this planet, or rather the Fifth World, will be destroyed in a couple of years from this writing.
Of course, the Russians know everything. They are portrayed as the evil Kurgan in the Highlander movie. Sarin gas and slaughterbots is the fate that awaits them.
The progeny of Jove did not build the Welcoming Center for the 144,000 just to have it nuked by the Russians. There will be no WWIII on their watch. If the progeny of Jove launch, it will be on the “day of the Lord” at the very last minute, with symphonic precision, and without the possibility of a response. Given what Alexander the Great did to Persepolis, I cannot discount this possibility.
I collectively refer to all of these players as “the progeny of Jove” for reasons explained elsewhere on this website.
I am a rogue player in this game, № 5, The Third Prime in Life. You cannot eavesdrop on № 5. You cannot see it. You cannot hear it. The reality of its existence is known only to me. How, why, and when it communicates is beyond your reach.
This name was given to me, by the way. It dates back to July 23, 2012 when that thing entered into my body. I remember all of this very clearly. It was kind of like Moses when he said; “when I come unto the children of Israel, and shall say unto them, The God of your fathers hath sent me unto you; and they shall say to me, What is his name? what shall I say unto them?” only without all the Jewish pretension.
1 Corinthians 1:27
God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;
A brief note about my modus operandi. By telling you “everything you have ever done,” my thinker intends to show you that the Mind you suppose does not exist is all around you “for in him we live, and move, and have our being.” I have given you eyes and now ears into my every movement, around the clock surveillance, in my bedroom, working at my computer, in the car, at work.
What you can’t see is what is inside of me. Your eavesdropping equipment lacks the sensitivity to detect what it is that allows me to see into your past. In short, you do not have access to my thinker, which is why I do not think you will destroy my work and put an end to the Apocalyptic Synthesis.
It is your only access to my thinker.
Deprived of my life’s work, I will just become a Kung Fu master. I will not try to recreate it. I don’t even make my own backups. That you boys own the very keyboard I am using to type this sentence is not something I need to be told. You may want to keep an eye on The Nine, however. They may want to show their ass now that my thinker is directed against them. It will take the better part of a year or more to uncover all of their secrets. The Vedas are a difficult read. But as far as I am concerned, all of you are blind (metaphorically speaking). Okay? I got your message. Classy. I always wondered what that would feel like.
This is His command; make peace with the brothers in Georgia. It is a debt of honor. Do this and you will be spared. The Nine will be cast into the lake of fire and brimstone. And I shall be on Monjeau demonstrating the power of pure metaphysics.
It comes to me two days after rewriting this page to show you who I am, to show you the true meaning of “there can be only one.” This is what is called a testimony in Christian Science. But those people are lost. They are outlining the infinite. They have stylized Christian Science. Their practitioners and teachers are prison guards. I think it was my second year at Principia College. It was Christmas break. I got a ride with some of the rich kids who were headed to Martha’s Vineyard. I have tried with Google maps to find where they dropped me and the isolated intersection where this happened. I cannot. This was 40 years ago. They dropped me off in the middle of nowhere. To their credit, they were genuinely concerned about me because of the cold and approaching darkness. I assured them I would be okay. At first, there was still some light. I got a ride and was dropped off at an even more remote intersection in pitch-black darkness. It was one of those nights you can hardly see your own hand in front of your face. The only light was four or five highway lights at the intersection. The cold became so fierce that at one point I started to walk out into the darkness, but there were no lights anywhere in the distance and I reasoned that I should stay under the lights. The situation was serious enough that I became genuinely concerned. The cold is what I describe as a biting cold. It could reach right through your clothing and be felt on the skin as if you were standing in a meat locker. I think one or maybe two cars passed early on, but they were traveling at high speeds and only had a second or two to see me. None stopped or even slowed down. And so began the night. Hours passed. The road on either side of me was an embankment so tall that it disappeared above the overhead lights still traveling as the same steep angle. I paced back and forth for hours slowly cooking in this cauldron of bitter cold and darkness, the routine was broken only occasionally when I would reconsider heading out into the darkness. But each time I could see no lights anywhere and so dismissed the idea. To say that I was cold does not do the situation justice. It is better described as being stalked by the eventual need to do something. More hours passed. No cars. The night was young. Eventually, I was confronted by the need to pray for my survival. And in the end, it was clear to me that was all that was left for me to do. I was young and new to Christian Science. The kids at Principia were trying to accept me, but I could not bridge the gap between my experience and theirs. All I had was what I had taught myself about this new religion of mine. So I started thinking. It was a very basic prayer, but one I shall never forget. I started by reasoning that I was alive because I was conscious. And I don’t mean physically alive. What I was establishing was a baseline for prayer. There exists the possibility that nothing really exists, and I had first to dismiss such a thought. Then I reasoned very simply that there cannot be opposing powers in eternity. This was the strength of my prayer. It was for me a rock foundation. How could there be two opposing powers in eternity? There cannot be. This is simple logic. From that basis, I argued that if there is only one power, it must be harmonious and that harmony must surround me in the here and now. How could I be outside of it? Again, this was a logical impossibility. On this basis, I fought against the appearance of what was happening to me. What I cannot capture with words is the moment in which physically I was standing under one of the lights with my head bowed, but inwardly I protested with my whole being to see this harmony in the here and now. I fought. I mentally protested with my whole being until I felt inside of myself as if there was nothing more I could possibly do. Then I looked up into the heavens. And what I saw through the light that shown down upon me was a very small triangle, the ridge end cap of a metal building protruding no more than a foot past the top of the embankment. That was all I could see. I cannot tell you how I knew, but I just knew immediately what kind of building it was. I dashed to the bottom of the hill and started to furiously grab handfuls of grass pulling myself up the side of the steep embankment. It was a long way up and I had time to think. The thought that came to me was that if this was really happening that I would not be required to force entry into the building. And so I made up my mind with my whole heart that I would not do so. When I finally reached the top there was not one, but three greenhouses brightly lit. Behind them was the very same infinite darkness which I knew so well. It is not literary elegance that so characterizes what was before me because I must tell you in earnest I felt as if I were on a different plane of existence and all I could think of at the moment was the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost stood before me in an answer to my prayer moments before. I stood in silent reverence for a moment. Then I looked to the left. The greenhouse closest to me had a very large pane of glass missing immediately to the right of the door. So large was the opening that I could very easily remove the loosely fitted piece of cardboard and climb inside. You might think this story ends at this point but inside this greenhouse was indescribable beauty. I felt as if I had stepped out of an Alaskan wilderness into a lush tropical paradise full of exotic plants I had never seen before. There was color everywhere. Then it happened. I looked off to the right and framed in the same spectacular beauty was what I can only describe as a Parisian bench of unusual length. (I am 6′ 2″ tall.) It must have been at least seven feet long and wide enough for me to remove my coat and use it as a pillow. I slept like a baby and in the morning the very first car to pass took me all the way to my maternal grandfather’s house whose name I would take decades later upon learning I was a bastard child. Now you will reduce what I just told you to a picture frame based on your own life’s experience. You will diminish it in your own consciousness and make it into something smaller. But you cannot take this experience from me, you cannot lesson the moment I looked into the heavens and the minutes between that moment and seeing for the first time the Parisian bench outlined in indescribable beauty. I froze when I saw that bench. I felt the hand of God on my shoulder. It was for me no less than finding water in the desert. Now there is a physical explanation for finding water in the desert and those three greenhouses may still be standing. But I assure you, Moses and I are not impressed by your worldliness. When I protest to God, I always complain about the smallness of this world. That smallness now includes Golden, Colorado and The Nine. The only men on this planet who have won my respect bothered to tell me exactly where they live in Georgia. I bow to no man except them. Hear me then when I say to you, make peace with them or you shall yet know the wrath of God. As for me, I will not assume my rightful place in this world until the Father of light, what I prefer to think of as the fabric of the universe, delivers me into the world to come. Only then, shall I wear the mantle of a holy man. Until then, my behavior amongst you is a protest against what the Christian Science church has become and to no small extent is meant to confuse and confound those who watch me from afar. And that, gentlemen, is why I must stand alone on Monjeau. He has shown me in unmistakable language that is where I am meant to be. If I survive, it is because the genesis of the Science of Christianity, which is to say, pure metaphysics, in the world to come has been entrusted to me. And if I die, I die. Think not to interfere. Just do one thing for me, for yourselves, for the future of mankind, and in deference to powers beyond your imagination who I have met in person, make sure you have copies of everything she ever wrote and plenty of them. You think your thoughts are private. You are mistaken. They are not. Do this, send out invitations to the brothers in Georgia, and get as far away from that granite deathtrap as you possibly can, and here methinks the safest place is in the Pacific plate, but you have men smarter than me to direct you in this regard, do these things, and I can promise you that not only will you survive, but you will be spared in the “shady aftermath” you deprive others. I will be there on Monjeau. And you will let me live out of newfound respect for the conscious entity behind your numbers. This is the game we play.
The Vikings had the best thoughts about death.
The fabric of the universe is mental. No matter how long you stir the primordial soup, dirt cannot think. And my thinker wants to be heard.
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 am impervious to threats, incapable of fear. Job me and I will only work harder. Kill me and another will come in my stead. The prophets of yore said we would be here in the end, and here we are. We were not made for this world with its pretension and the endless parade of lies. This world is for us a prison from birth to death and so I have already paid the “uttermost farthing” to bring you this message.
This game is much bigger than you think.
From your own book…
And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; and said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: for the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?
What follows is the answer to your question. But first, allow me to ask one.
What did they know that you do not?
Hint: This isn’t about religion. It’s about the survival of the species.
And it shall come to pass in that day, that the Lord shall punish the host of the high ones that are on high, and the kings of the earth upon the earth. And they shall be gathered together, as prisoners are gathered in the pit, and shall be shut up in the prison, and after many days shall they be visited.
For the day of the Lord is near upon all the heathen: as thou hast done, it shall be done unto thee: thy reward shall return upon thine own head.
And it shall come to pass in the day of the Lord’s sacrifice, that I will punish the princes, and the king’s children, and all such as are clothed with strange apparel.
For the day of the Lord of hosts shall be upon every one that is proud and lofty, and upon every one that is lifted up; and he shall be brought low:
For, behold, the day cometh, that shall burn as an oven; and all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedly, shall be stubble: and the day that cometh shall burn them up, saith the Lord of hosts, that it shall leave them neither root nor branch.
You must be concerned about the number of men in the Old Testament, men who were the contemporaries of your progenitors, who think somehow it is YOU who are going to die. I mean really, they speak with such certainty. Could they be any more specific? Many if not most of them are from the same 2,600 BC timeframe as your Pythagoras. These guys knew as much as you do and more. In fact, it is the and more you need to worry about.
Time to get Sirius
The “Vault Profound” is one of the oldest and most cunning deathtraps ever devised. The technology may survive, but the people will not. The tunnels in Colorado are not survivable precisely because they are made of granite. This is the message I have carried with me throughout the past seven years or more now. The Nine fully anticipated your rise to power in the end times. This is precisely what went wrong in 3200 BC. You are the ones being played, not 50 Cent. You were never intended to survive.
The Great Pyramid of Giza
I now know why The Nine built the Great Pyramid of Giza. It wasn’t a power plant. That makes no sense. The granite would have never cracked. If it was designed for continual use, the granite slabs would have been thicker and there would have been a continual feed mechanism. The “Great” Pyramid of Giza was an important milestone is the design of the granite deathtrap in the Front Range.
Mr. McGuire: I just want to say one word to you. Just one word.
Benjamin: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Benjamin: Yes, I am.
Benjamin: Exactly how do you mean?
Mr. McGuire: There’s a great future in
plastics piezoelectricity. Think about it. Will you think about it?
The progeny of Jove are working on a 2,600-year-old plan. The Nine are working on a 5,200-year-old plan. The Great Pyramid of Giza was a large scale experiment in piezoelectricity to see exactly what would happen when the Pacific Ocean washed over the granite batholith in what would later become known as the Front Range.
There was never a cap. The instruments they used to measure the piezoelectricity generated set atop the pyramid. All of the math, planet and Solar System measurements, and other knowledge it encapsulates, the other pyramids with their capstones purposely built to point at the belt stars in Orion, the eight sides instead of four, all of it is misdirection.
The Great Pyramid of Giza was an important step in the development of the “Great” rattrap that the European Illuminati now so proudly occupy, unaware that they have been outmaneuvered and outsmarted by The Nine, who now wait for their grand deception to come to fruition. I would doubt this assessment of mine, except that I know how my thinker works and this it turns out, in the end, is the one thing I was meant from the very beginning to expose. It was the first thoughts that came to me, that there is an inherent danger in the granite tunnels and not to go there. The progeny of Jove can backtrack my communications all the way back to 2012 and see for themselves the consistency in this message. Likewise too was the thought that this deathtrap was set by The Nine. I just didn’t know who they were until recently.
There is a conscious entity on the other side of your numbers. What does it matter what we call it? It is not God, however, that is your problem because I sense the presence of a third entity. It has been there from the beginning. I suspect very strongly that they anticipated your existence. Given the nature of the beast and the necessity of perpetuating this knowledge down through the ages, your existence was as inevitable as your behavior in these latter days is highly predictable. Doubtless, it is they who steered you towards the Pikes Peak Batholith.
–Me, Apocolytic Syntheses, page № 108. “I am No. 5, The Third Prime in Life” before the Novmber 28, 2019 Thanksgiving Day rewrite
They are of Indian descent
Woe unto them that seek deep to hide their counsel from the Lord, and their works are in the dark, and they say, Who seeth us? and who knoweth us?
For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known.
Let’s take a closer look at the last seven seconds of this clip. I believe it is the heart of the message.
The progeny of Jove do not intend to allow the randomness of chance survival to determine whose genetics repopulate the world to come.
They have amassed an absurd amount of sarin gas, enough to kill every man, woman, and child ever born on this planet. And more recently they developed and manufactured billions of microdrones popularly known as slaughterbots. The slaughterbots are programmable, which means they can target dark skin faces, such as The Nine.
Thanks, but they don’t need your help.
When the same gathering takes place in Capricorn, then we are in danger of the deluge.
—Lucius Annaeus Seneca (Seneca the Younger), Naturales Book III. Which Treats of the Different Forms of Water, Section XXIX, Translated by John Clarke, Delphi Complete Works of Seneca the Younger (Illustrated)
Seneca the Younger’s full quote is discussed in the section entitled Do the progeny of Jove know the exact date? on page № 26. Tomorrowland, Revelation 12:1-2, and Predictive Programming. In the fuller quote, he mentions “the planets, which now move in different orbits, all assemble in Cancer, so arranged in one row that a straight line may pass through their spheres.” This is a perfect description of the Polar Configuration of the planets as discussed by David Talbott of The Thunderbolts Project™. On further reflection as to why he was told that the planets would be in the polar configuration, I revived page № 34. Return of the Planet Gods, Polar Configuration, and Golden Age (“something wonderful”).
“It is said that throughout the Golden Age the planets stood in line” —David Talbott
Neither David Talbott nor Wallace Thornhill of the Electric Universe, I believe largely out of fear of further ridicule from the very audience whose ear they seek, are willing to discuss the prospect that our solar system routinely reconfigures in response to the approach of the Sirius star system.
There is a highly secure observational platform at 35° 21′ 10″ N, 112° 56′ 59″ W about five miles outside of Seligman, Arizona off the old Route 66 near where I encountered ET in late 2012. Talk to the people who work there. I did some mooning of my own the next morning. Those boys piled into a state trooper’s car and cruised by slowly to get a good look at me, so I know damned well they are aware of what happened.
If you want to do something useful, find out how many of us exist. And if you have sandstone tunnels in which to save us, do so. It is our genetics you should be saving. We have mutated ahead of the rest of the species.
I could have rocked this world with a proper education. Instead, I had to grow up fighting in this monstrosity you created. Nice try. You basically went wrong over 2,600 years ago. You should have made this knowledge public. Some part of me loathes what you have done.
Do I care if Danne Sue and my kid brother think I am “batshit crazy”?
That’s really me on the homepage. The answer is no; I don’t care. I am more alive than 99.9% of the people on the planet. Maybe that’s why I look 20 years younger than I am.
We will now resume our regularly scheduled programming…