Why I Write

 

 

 

 

An Unusual Survival Instinct


While I do not seek to hide my religious affiliation, I am most certainly not proselytizing. The time for organized religion has come and gone. It is a thing of the past. I write for more selfish reasons. The following biblical text implies it is possible to survive what is about happen.

Luke 21:35-36

For as a snare shall it come on all them that dwell on the face of the whole earth. Watch ye therefore, and pray always, that ye may be accounted worthy to escape all these things that shall come to pass, and to stand before the Son of man.

I write primarily to clarify my own thought on the subject, to increase my awareness of what is about to happen to the planet. I write because I do not think my life will make sense until I am “stand[ing] before the Son of man.” He is alive. He is coming back. Before that day comes, while I still have access to the Internet, I want to learn as much as possible about our past, present, and future. I write and edit in public as a matter of principle. I am certain of what I know and therefore do not care if others watch as my apocalyptic thought unfolds, especially those near me in Ecuador. While I need an audience to prod me forward, I am not writing for that audience. I am writing for myself. The “snare” in the following verses from the Bible implies suddenly and unexpected. That is an axial tilt, nothing less. The “whole Earth” reference only reinforces this fact, as does “flee into the mountains” from Matthew 24. It’s real. It’s coming. I live atop the equatorial bulge (see Why Ecuador?) in the Southern Hemisphere surrounded by an unarmed people who eat out of fields instead of grocery stores. Where are you? I ask because every once in a (great) while I imagine someone is actually listening. 

 

 

 

 

“Nil Sine Numine” is Latin for “Nothing without providence”

My Message to the Illuminati


Most people think 33° Freemasonry derives its name from the crucification of Christ Jesus at the age of 33. Not realizing the antiquity of the forces at work here, they have it backwards. Christ Jesus was murdered by the Progeny of Jove.at the age of 33. The left their fingerprints at Calvery as assuredly as the Illuminati did in the attempted coup d’état against FDR in 1933. Yet he knew their affinity for this sacred number, and chose the time of his (seeming) death.

If I write for any other reason than what I have just said, it is to carry a message to those in control of the extensive tunnel systems in Colorado and throughout the Western United States of America (a subset of the Progeny of Jove) that they are about to die one of the most unceremonious deaths imaginable in a horrifying instance so brief most of them will not even have the time to realize something has gone wrong. The mechanism for this death is discussed on my most esoteric of pages No.5, The Third Prime in Life. Theirs is an unmarked grave. Only truly great poetry could fully communicate what I see of their end. At the height of their supposed success, they just cease to exist. No one will ever know they are down there until finally, one day perhaps millions of years into the future, the Front Range batholith (their graveyard) slips underneath the planet’s crust and becomes molten once again. In a few milliseconds all their thousands of years of planning just disappears into an indescribable nothingness. History will not forget them. History will never know they existed. At the start of the Age of Capricorn from which the derive all of their supposedly “evil” symbolism, a time in which they imagined themselves masters of the universe, ET will be helping the survivors begin again, as they did last time. To the extent that I am religiously delusional, it is that I believe it is my purpose to tell these people their experiment in secrecy utterly fails in every conceivable way. It is a poetic justice so profound that, when I most clearly see the full extent of it, I am in awe. In the spirit of “Love your enemies,” I try not to judge them, knowing, as I do, that in their own minds they imagine themselves championing the cause of humanity. But when I think of all the children they have harmed, I must say these few words; infamy is too good for them. The word Providence has more than one meaning. They chose the wrong one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Underground Bunkers


I’m no damn prophet, but every bone in my body tells me they are deathtraps. If you live on or near a coastline, there is really nothing you can do to survive. Christ Jesus did not say to jump in a hole. He said to “flee into the mountains.” I fully realize that most people cannot quit their lives. If you can, if you are willing to walk away from your normal life, I would suggest a small cabin above at least 5,000 feet, as far away from any coastline as you can get. I try to imagine a super tsunami. I think the sound of one approaching alone will kill many a people. Then there are mega-earthquakes, volcanoes, tornadoes. There really are no half measures here. First you have to decide to give up your normal life. Then you have to make survival your number one priority when deciding where to live in the mountains. That means nowhere near cliffs or steep hillsides, which is a tough bill to fill in the mountains.

 

Psalm 97:5
The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord,
at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.

Micah 1:4
And the mountains shall be molten under him,
and the valleys shall be cleft,
as wax before the fire,
and as the waters that are poured down a steep place.

Of course they are talking about landslides, but like everything else on an unimaginable scale. If you want to prepare yourself mentally for what is about to happen, you need to read Cataclysm! Compelling Evidence of a Cosmic Catastrophe in 9500 BC by D.S. Allan & J.B. Delair. It describes the last catastrophe on this scale, the near total destruction of the planet in 9500 BC.