This page is written specifically for the progeny of Jove. Much like yourself, we are no longer using a name. I am № 5, The Third Prime in Life. On this page I talk directly to you. Don’t be surprised that you found me. I most certainly am not.
The Heart of My Work
This is the heart of my work, a private message for the progeny of Jove. It includes a three line “poem” I wrote after flunking out of Principia College in a drunken rage. In the age of social media when people plaster themselves all over the Internet, this is my dab of paint, a reference to Lilac Lane and what it felt like to be taken from the downtown YMCA in Baltimore, heating cans of food on the radiator before I could afford a hot plate, and being tossed into a private college overrun with rich kids from California. Only to be tossed back onto the streets again in bitch black darkness three years later, penniless, emotionally distraught, and over 850 miles away from anything I could call home. The Christian Scientists cannot understand why their churches are empty any more than the progeny of Jove can understand that Matthew 25 is a continuation of Matthew 24 and all about them. Anyone who thinks I paint this little canvas with anything less than bleeding hands does not know anything about life. In order to fully understand humanity, you must experience its scorn to the fullest, your own siblings must turn on you at a very young age, your good must be evil spoken of (this lesson cannot be replaced and when it comes you should get down on your knees with gratitude that you were considered worthy of it), the ones you helped the most despise you, and the one girl you loved not speak to you.
It helps if you are a bastard, too. It makes “calling no man your father” real easy
I dedicate this page to the Assistant Professor of Studio Art at Principia College, Danne P. Rhaesa, who I knew as Danne Sue Pike. May she forgive me for doing so. Other than my physical encounter with ET, and as a kid watching Peter Pan and the Wizard of Oz and reading A Wrinkle in Time (the first book I ever read and the only one I finished for many, many years thereafter), my minuscule time with her and especially our walk in the snow the winter I met her on the Prinicipia College campus is one of the few moments on this dreary planet that enchanted me. Other than those few cherished memories, I have paid with my entire life to bring you these words. And I do not hesitate to say as Mary Baker Eddy did, they are not mine. From the moment that indescribable power entered into to me on July 23, 2012, this message has been drilled into me: Your tunnel systems will fail.
My Credentials (a calling card for the unholy)
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;
If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
There are No Prophets
The prophets of old, including the man we call “Jesus” and the prophet Daniel in the Old Testament, were thinkers. The general perception of prophecy is that God taps you on the shoulder because you are special and then whispers something in your ear about the future. That’s not how it is. Prophesy is thinking, seeing what is happening in the here and now and projecting that thought into the future. It is perhaps a unique ability, which explains why this particular kind of thinking has a name, but it is nonetheless thinking. God is a Principle. Principle is impartial and has no favorites. It just is. On this basis, I argue that Christ Jesus was fathered by an extraterrestrial race of beings who removed him from this planet at the end of his mission here. That does not make him any less sacred to me.
The Fabric of the Universe is Mental
No matter how long you stir the primordial soup, dirt cannot think. The fabric of the universe is mental not material. You have arrayed yourself against forces you cannot understand because of your assumption that matter is the stuff of life.
By telling you about “everything you have ever done,” I think the Father intends to show you that the Mind you suppose does not exist is all around you. I have given you eyes and now ears into my every movement. What you can’t see is what is inside. Your equipment lacks the sensitivity to detect what it is that allows me to see into your past. As far as I am concerned, you are blind.
For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known.
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 athird 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 Front Range batholith.
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:
The prophets of yore said we would be here in the end. We were not made for this world with its pretension and 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.
A madness haunts me and much abounds,
In winds of lavender and lilac smells,
G.W. on the piano and me in perfect hell
You must be concerned about the number of men in the Old Testament, men who were the contemporaries of your progenitors, think somehow it is YOU who are going to die. I mean really, they speak with such certainty. Here, for example, is just one of numerous examples:
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.
Could Zephaniah be any more specific? He is from the same 2600 BC time period I speak of on my homepage. These guys knew as much as you do and more. In fact, it is the more you need to worry about. The tunnels in Colorado are a deathtrap. I can promise you that. How could I know? Well you see, that’s when things get a little tricky. I really can’t explain what moved me in New Orleans. It was a spirit but it was for me as palpable as a brick. You have the money to investigate me. Do so. I have already given the FBI permission (not that they needed it) to monitor me 24/7. Access my surveillance records. I am real. And I was given a message. That message is for you. You are going to die in those tunnels. I am as sure of that as I am the air I breath. Think before you die.
Your granite tunnels are a deathtrap
They will fail.
On the Failure of Your Granite “G” Tunnels
The tipi-like design of the Denver International Airport, the pedophilia, the brutal public murder of President John F. Kennedy that I witnessed as a child and the untold billions of human being you have already slaughtered, all of this will come back to haunt you. So will the attempt to kill Christ Jesus. You’ve made a lot of mistakes, but your primary mistake is and always has been the assumption that there is not a conscious entity behind the sacred numbers. In this you are completely blind.
Now I must take you down the rabbit hole, back to July 23, 2012, the day my life changed forever. I must ask you to believe that I did not choose this path for myself, that indeed in the intervening years I have tried multiple times with all my might to walk away from this endeavor, but could not. Furthermore, I must ask you to believe that I have been “shown” many things that I did not understand at first but in time found the truth behind them and thus came to trust this “intuition” or whatever you want to call it.
First and foremost among these unsolicited thoughts that poured into my consciousness in those early days was that the tunnel systems would fail, that 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 six years or more now.
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?
I have removed my discussion on piezoelectricity to The “Vault Profound” is a Deathtrap section of The Third Entity (The Nine) page in the hopes that you may learn that, even if it were possible that the one Mind did not exist, there is The Nine. They are who you should fear. They know all about you. They invented us. I know. But what you do not know, is that they fully anticipated your rise to power in the end times. The question before us is, Who survives? Personally, I’ll be on the surface, praying with all my heart and screaming at the top of my lungs “God is my protector.” I may be mistaken, but I sometimes think that not only I will survive, but so will everyone who hears my voice on that “day of the Lord.”
Your character in the end times (“the abomination of desolation”) was predictable. You were never intended to survive.
On the Cave of the Nymphs
Thirteenth Book of the Odyssey
From the Greek of Porphyry
And crowns the pointed cliffs with shady boughs.
A cavern pleasant, though involved in night,
Beneath it lies, the Naiades delight:
Where bowls and urns of workmanship divine
And massy beams in native marble shine;
On which the Nymphs amazing webs display,
Of purple hue and exquisite array,
The busy bees within the urns secure
Honey delicious, and like nectar pure.
Perpetual waters through the grotto glide,
A lofty gate unfolds on either side;
That to the north is pervious to mankind:
The sacred south t’immortals is consign’d.”
Inasmuch as I flunked out of Principia college (“lilac smells”) after three years as an English major (Byron got to me and I joined the U.S. Army), you cannot begin to imagine what it feels like to know what every line of Homer’s “On the Cave of the Nymphs” means. And I do mean every line, down to “perpetual waters through the grotto glide” and the Cheesman Dam. It took me about two seconds to size up that dam. Italian master masons? You guys get really careless sometimes. You might as well have flown a pirate’s flag.
Continuity of Consciousness
There are three planes of existence. Here, where there is no continuity of consciousness. We do not know either from whence we came or with any certainty where we are headed. To be recycled here is tantamount to death. The next plane where there are bodies, continuity of consciousness, and death for those who fail to spiritually progress. The Catholics would refer to this as purgatory. Do wrong in the second plane and you are recycled back to here. And then there is the place with no bodies.
For you, continuity of consciousness is hell. When you enter the second plane of existence you will be met by all the children you harmed, the men and woman who died here because of you, and all the people whose trust you betrayed. It is a torment that will knock you down and send you back to another earthly life, time immemorial. Ten thousand, a hundred thousand deaths later, will be nothing for you, only a beginning. So you keep doing what you are doing and thinking there are no consequences.
When you enter the third plane of existence, the place with no bodies, all of your tens and hundreds of thousands of past lives will come back to your memory. This is when you pay the ultimate price. It is not an unquenchable lake of fire. It is simply the memory of what you have done in the past. I will be first in line to greet you.