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  Hollywood is an industry built on resonance. Hollywood is not just movies. Hollywood is every lens influencing America. It is a curated perspective with a script. It’s only measure of success is the amount of attention it bleeds from you. Its profits, integrity, and sense of community are meaningless. This is why CNN is the number one name in news. Hollywood is the ritual of the siren. She takes any ship commanded by any captain. It has no desire for character. It simply wants the flesh.

  For decades, America painted a picture of gold in the hills. Movies painted a picture of fame-based salvation. Johnny Doe was young and free. He left a small town in Ohio on the morning of his high school graduation. Saddled in a Japanese sedan, he headed west to be a big star. Johnny was going to be somebody. He listened to the fantasy roll out of his lips, “My name is Johnny Cooper. No. John E. Cooper. J.D. Cooper.” He would decide after lunch in St. Louis.

  This is called dissociation, and it is the first step in the Hollywood ritual. The self detaches from the body and forms a tight white bubble. This is Johnny Doe’s secret center. The outside world does not come here. This is his true nature, but Hollywood wants his illusion. Johnny is driving west, into the sunset. He is on a gasoline death march. This is the first level in the ritual. The sacrifice of Johnny’s name is only the beginning.

  The satanic ritual requires a circle, it requires a sacrifice, and it needs a resonator. The quality and weight of the sacrifice determine the power of the ceremony. Satanism is the direction and application of the will into the aether. The aether is the collected psychic energy of mankind. Man’s will is fueled by the blood’s juice. Adrenaline is a slingshot for the process. It creates the laser focus of a mother who picks up a Buick. Love, anger, hope, are all colors of will infused in the blood through our thoughts. The practice of Satanism is the honing of this energy.

  Hollywood is not infected with pedophilia. It is a necessary function of its existence. There can be no Hollywood without it. To rape/molest a child is the ultimate self-sacrifice. No human could dwell in their own heart after doing that to children. Pedophilia is a death ritual. We are so disgusted/angry at what is happening; we may not see the satanic mechanism and understand why it works this way, why this is its nature. I want you to know this so you won’t try to fix it. Hollywood cannot be fixed. It is far from broken.

  Why does adrenochrome work? It is a spell of blood over intent. To understand how this works, I need you to forget about the victim. I need you to instead go inside the mind of someone about to cut open someone’s arteries. The witch said, “With a sharp knife cut deeply into the middle finger of your left hand. Eat the pain.” The left hand is closer to the heart. The heart is a crucible of creation. We hope. We act. We think. We do. When the mind has a goal, it needs a heart’s energy to fulfill it. Our will is adrenalin with intention.

  After Johnny arrives in Hollywood, he descends through more elaborate rituals of sacrifice. Changing his name was the first level. Easy enough. Next comes an audition with no pants on. Then, some awkward touching that was nothing to worry about. Each one a ritual with more of a sacrifice. Each time, there is the peeling of skin as an offering. Soon, Johnny arrives empty-handed at the final ritual. He’s bled himself out, and they won’t take his bones. He needs the blood of another. He needs this town to need him like it used to.

  The adrenalin that flows inside us is manna. Liquid intent made from a clean heart and mind is the most valuable resource on the planet. Our essence and life-force hold a power that’s hidden from us for a reason. These secrets have been known for a long, long time. Adrenalin is the cure for everything. We have lost the knowledge to focus it. Hollywood Satanists have stolen these secrets and trapped them inside an industry. Why would a human murder a child? The answer is to stop being human. Pedophilia is the fourth level. Rejection of our humanity. It easy to do after a few grunts from Harvey Weinstein in a bathrobe. Each time, more of the skin is required. Each time, less adrenaline is produced. Each time, the desperation increases. The 5th level of Hollywood is Epstein Island.

  When you arrive at level Epstein, you are gambling with centuries of karma. Epstein and Clinton are high-stakes Satanists. They fit the working definition of “demon,” psychopathy possessing a human body. Bill Clinton, the human, was evacuated a long time ago. This is why Hollywood is perfect. A golden industry created decades ago by a cartel of psychotic bankers. When money is meaningless, you trade in the fetish of adrenaline. Weinstein is a high cardinal. Sarah Silverman an altar girl. Pedowood thinks pedophilia is funny because they have turned into hyenas. They chew on innocent flesh hoping to remember their own taste.

  Hollywood and MSM are satanic rituals of lights and camera. The big screen is a spell to give you the illusion of talent and truth. But talent is a contract, and contracts go to accomplices. Blackmail is the only way evil people can trust each other.

  Satanism, Hollywood, and the MSM sell the idea that consent is a form of ethics. Notice consent is acquired externally, from a populace. Morality is internal. It keeps you up at night. The Hollywood ritual is turning your insides off. It wants you to follow their shiny gold compass.

  Most of the left is a cult for the same reasons. One side of a person’s psyche has been suppressed, shamed and destroyed. They have a gagged morality and distrust the intuition. We are told it’s evil, racist, sexist, xenophobic. This dethrones morality replacing it with consent. This is why MSM says such ridiculous things. This is why Trump is so antithetical to Hollywood. This is why YOU are so dangerous awakened. You trust your morality. You listen to the compass in your spine. Every cult is a cancer of the self-abandoned.

  We are men pretending to be sheep. There is a blueprint for mind control and Hollywood keeps using it. Progressivism is the sinister ritual of dipping chains in gold and selling it to us as privilege. When you accept this privilege, you tell a lie in public. This lie is outwardly rewarded with virtue. This makes the outside happy and the inside sad. Repetition is the key to mind control. A thousand tiny lies rewarded with a thousand voices chanting “You’re so progressive.” We naturally drift where it’s comfortable.

  True Satanism is relativism. Relativism is a philosophy that tries to turn morality into a consent-based system of ethics. It creates a fetish of the reason, placing it on a pedestal where anything is possible, no matter how depraved. When you create a consent-based ethic, it requires an external point of reference. This pulls the ear away from its own heart placing it outside in the matrix of acceptable opinion. This process guts you like a fish.

  The laws of consent grant the satanist a pass on any behavior. How easy would it be under this system to: give a blowjob for a contract; to prostitute yourself for money and call yourself a virgin; To exploit a minor because they weren’t crying loud enough for you to hear them? Satanism is a trance on our morality. It turns it into the scapegoat and makes reason it’s the golden child — the same repeated system of triangulation.

  When you practice an evil spell, you perform a precise ritual with your body, props, and speech. If you do this correctly, you are rewarded. When actors are on camera, they perform a precise ritual with their body, props, and speech. If they do it correctly, they are rewarded.

  Hollywood is a spell for your attention. The Hollywood camera is the all-seeing-eye. The lucky sacrifice is the actor who shows the most devotion. Their devotion comes through acts of depravity and self-blackmail. Our silver for their filmed ritual makes us an unknowing accomplice.

  A few days ago, the media was available to film a protestor who dressed up as a city worker to Destroy Donald Trump’s Hollywood Star. He was using a sledgehammer and a pickaxe. His costume is not a coincidence. The town of Hollywood is smashing its pentagram with the very weapons of communism.

  Truth is harmonic. Trump is a truth that’s come for Hollywood. This truth is exposure through light. You can’t smash light. You can’t smear it, label it, or get angry at it. The sun will always be on. All you can do is try and block it from other
s. You can build a false ceiling and gather everyone underneath it. At least for a while. Satanism is a “keeper” of light. Satanism, communism, progressivism, and scientism are all light-hijackers. Relativists. If you darken the world, your torch becomes a sun. Apollo can ration his photons through his own lying shadow until he falls. Like he always does.

  Lies are shadows covering our religion and history. The walls of our mind are smeared and our vision has been clouded. Many have grown accustomed to the blur. Some still prefer it. Like music, truth is a harmonic. When integrity is tuned, the truth is resonated all around us.

  Satanism is anti-truth because it places reason on a pedestal. Pedophilia shows us reason can never be the arbiter of truth. Reason is a function of mind, not heart. In Satanism, you look into a candle and see. In prayer, you close your eyes and listen.

  When dissecting the pedophile, we want to know what makes them attracted to children. These people have a fetish for innocence. They know their own is gone forever. They traded it on the open market. The only way they can get closer to it is by making you an accomplice. They are more than sick. They are walking dead. Hard decisions have to be made. A pedophile is no longer human. My ethics insist I say that dehumanizing someone is a farce in the light of criminal justice. But this is not for justice. This is for mercy. We must end the suffering of what used to be human a long time ago. Pedophilia is like leprosy, not alcoholism. There is no way to change someone who dehumanizes a child by turning them into a consenting adult.

  The pro-consent pedophile advocate has no shame. His reasoning gags his morality. He is highly-functional and dangerous. All he needs is consent from the child. He is the only judge of when consent has been given. This is worse than rape. He requires his victim to justify his behavior.

  Pedophilia will not die naturally. A pedophile must taste innocence to feel life. The brain is wired into the dopamine. Pedophiles are survivors who didn’t make it. It would take another lifetime to fix them. Amputation is mercy. We can’t pretend this is treatable by medication or a weekend retreat in the desert.

  We worshipped the all-seeing-eye of the camera. Our phones, our homes, our concerts, and our movie theaters are an electric church. We are baptized in shiny shimmering illusion. People worship it. They sacrifice children to it. The clergy treats it with impeccable reverence. Who is the eye behind the lens? Why do we feed it with the eyes of our children?

  Aztec culture has a bloody history of human sacrifice. We are bewildered at the very thought of it being real. We call those people animals and bury them deep down in history. We rest easy knowing how evolved we’ve become. We insist something so savage could never happen to us here. Not today. After all, we have our airplanes. We have our crosswalks. We go to movies. Impossible.

  A spell enchants its subscriber. It casts a bubble of paralysis around the prey. It captivates the mind, subduing it with sound and picture. It extracts our attention, converting it to fame, and reselling it to us like nectar in 90 minutes. Victims are so blind to it they will buy their own ticket or pay a monthly fee.

  If you’ve ever doubted the power of magic that’s a sure sign that it’s working, the sleeping will be the first to declare themselves woke. Listen carefully. You, me, none of us are woke. We are awakening. Remember how easy it is to fall under a spell. We are the Aztecs. This is what it’s like to live in a human sacrifice culture.

  My intention is to kill the Hollywood spell of the camera. Awareness is my staff of light, and I strike it deep into the earth from the top of my mountain. Let it be known so it may be exposed. Fame is the bondage of the golden child. Shame is the abuse of the scapegoat. The spell of the psychotic media cartel pelting us with corporate mind control is over. So mote it be.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Queen Lady Gaga

  REST IN PEACE Zombie Boy. Gaga loved you because you were willing to peel your skin off to be near her. A man allegedly committed suicide on Lammas Day, August 1st, 2018. The day marks the Sabbat Festival, the beginning of the Wiccan harvest. It calls for the human sacrifice of any age male or female. Zombie Boy was a model. His hairless body was tattooed completely with muscle tissue. He removed his entire skin with ink. He was serving his Queen Lady Gaga as a tattoo model and dancer. Zombie Boy was the official 2018 Sabbat Sacrifice. He announced he had been chosen on April 19th in a post saying, “Since Fate, strikes down the strong man, everyone weep with me!”

  Zombie’s final words were typed into Instagram on Aug 3rd. It was a passage of ever-darkening gibberish. He spiraled himself like a corkscrew deeper as the words became grunts and urges. His final typed words sat below a photo taken from the bottom of a black well. He posted his last utterance to 418.1k followers. His lack of punctuation is a sign he wasn’t communicating to his readers. He was reciting this to himself. He played the phrase with his mouth like a mantra. His spell created echoes in every digital witness. There were 48,470 Likes and 6,827 Comments.

  After posting, Zombie Boy gave himself to the black deep. He slipped himself into a hole dug into his chest. He had lived off his depression spiked with a Queen’s dopamine. Gaga’s finest poison. Imagine the size of the black-hole swirling in this man’s chest. He was surrounded by watchers, each occupied with their Gaga contract. No one was here for free. Zombie Boy had abandoned his name and his skin a long time ago. The suction from his exodus pulled him straight into the anti-verse.

  She wanted a touchless kill. Gaga needed three ingredients for her ritual. She needed a circle. She needed a sacrifice. She needed a resonator. As Zombie Boy took his own life, the ring in his ceremony turned into a throbbing tunnel. Gravity gave him up as he ascended. Zombie’s corpse wonders if he will be accepted. His ascension slows while a golden feather weighs his heart. He sees where a piece of himself is missing. He can see it floating just out of reach before him. Zombie gazed into the eyes of his judgment as he slowly sank out of the scene and downwards into oblivion. He knew now where he would be going. He did not know what to expect when he got there.

  As the dead man faded into black, he lost all concept of motion and density. He felt a wriggling as if he were underneath the slimy skin of a chicken. His spine was soft cartilage now. He had curled into the shape of a question. He was fully conscious and inside a brand new fetal body. He was returning to Gaia. This thought makes him weep behind eyes that haven’t opened. For the next nine months, the former Zombie Boy gestates on how he got here.

  Months pass. A stargate opens beneath him. A doctor pulls him into the universe by his tiny knees. He feels the cold sting of a new atmosphere. He panics at the gush of oxygen. The sensation is making him slowly forget. The lights are too bright, and the nurse is squeezing him. He tries to speak his story for someone to write it down. No one is listening. He tries to hold on to the memory of how he got here and from where he came. No one will hear his dying secret as he pushes his tiny new vocal cords. His brain is congealing as old memories get buried forever below a deluge of new information. All he can say comes out in a scream. Sweet milk comes pouring down his windpipe. The taste is too powerful a concoction. An electric jolt of sugar erases the life of Zombie Boy.

  The next morning, Gaga showed a plucked heart to the people. Gaga’s last words about her Zombie Boy were, “beyond devastating.” She did not say she was sad. Gaga calls the powers of mental sickness to the circle. While holding the head of Zombie Boy, Gaga says, “We must save each other.” A social tribute of 237k Likes and 102k comments are tossed at her feet. Gaga’s words are impeccable. Her people are celebrating a ritual sacrifice. Queen Lady Gaga proclaims the boy’s death will bring the colony salvation. Every mind will be cleansed from her ritual — 339,000 people applauding a Queen for pulling a heart out of someone’s chest without lifting a finger.

  Every Hive has a Queen. A Queen stirs her colony with frequency and vibration. Her song penetrates the body of each bee turning it into her speaker. A hive will resonate a queen’s signal. Devotion melts into obedience as they bring her pollen
with moistened fingers. They fly it home without question every time. They castrate themselves to give to the collective. They are desperate to return to the temple of golden honey. A million zombies with wings confusing flight for freedom, each one is insisting they have never been asleep.

  The spell of the Queen only resonates in an empty chest. Drones were once people made hollow through self-abandonment. Hollywood encourages all of us to celebrate the actor. An actor is a personality gutted like an avocado. We honor them as the golden child. “The Oscar goes to Zombie Boy.” We give a piece of ourselves to be in their congregation. Once inside the show, the queen’s sound can fill the abandoned chamber. We feel whole again from her buzzing. We are quenched by the sound of the queen’s honey. The cavern we dig inside the solar plexus is a welcome to the machine.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Satanic Ritual of 9/11

  THE ROOTS OF Sidley Austin LLP sprouted as the Civil War was closing. Two men hijacked the insurance industry in a single year from the flames of the Great Chicago Fire. They went national by underwriting the Securities Act of 1933. They set their eyes to Washington. The firm represented the American Medical Association, the American Bar Association and currently is the 6th largest corporate law firm in North America. They moved into the North Tower of the World Trade Center in May 2001. Barack Obama worked at this office and is rumored to have met Michelle Obama for the first time in the North Tower.

  Rosemary Smith was 16 years old when she got her first job as a ticket girl at the Brooklyn Paramount Theater. She survived the first WTC bombing in 1993 right after joined the firm as a switchboard operator. She was close to her daughter and grandchildren. She was an aspiring chocolatier and had no idea she would be a sacrifice. Sidley Austin Brown & Wood LLP had 600 employees in WTC, occupying floors 54 through 59. Rosemary’s desk was on the 57th. She was the only person at that company to come to work that day. The very first explosion in the first tower took its very first victim, Rosemary Smith. Her skin evaporated instantly. Twenty-seven trillion blood cells burst into flame. In the North Tower, a circle had been drawn. In that circle, a switch was placed. The spell was orchestrated by some unknown director. It had a circle. It had a sacrifice. It had a resonator.