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  David Rockefeller was on his knees at Ground Zero. It was Aug 3rd of 1966 at 12:34 in the morning. A circle had been prepared in the soil for the Satanic Revels. This was a call for sex rituals from all of the bodies’ openings. Rockefeller was the opening ceremony. He paced into the center where black dirt had been unfolded into the shape of a vulva. It held a fresh pool of menstrual blood gleaming like a cat eye. David plunged his golden spade into the island of Manhattan. He grunted out a spell of intention as his dimpled ass-cheeks spilled his pale seed into the open crevice. His pelvis convulsed and shuttered. David relished the eyes of his party of witnesses. He took his time. His mouth was slimy. He mooed and grunted in their presence. At one point he was howling with his back arched into a crescent. He was feeling his animal. Just as it began, it was over. The finished man stumbled for his silk pants while people helped him tall again. A musical orgy had erupted behind him. The remainder of the morning was an Olympics to depravity. David found new boundaries to cross as they celebrated the rise of the eastern star. David’s twin tower vision was coming closer. His will and intent were mended in ritual blood and witnessed.

  Rockefeller planned to bury a steel tuning fork deep in the bosom of Manhattan. Each tower would be wrapped from dirt to sky in solid metal. Its thick outer walls were kept hollow for resonance. Rockefeller’s 110 story instrument would play the song of 2,996 people being sacrificed on live camera. Every morning, David woke up next to this satanic vision. It became his kinky mental lover. It played through his body and mind at every breakfast. The evilness of his vision became his identity. He would make a masterpiece for Moloch.

  Satan is a title, not a creature. Rockefeller was competing for the throne. He wanted to thrust a dagger straight in history’s eye socket and cackle as it bled in his vision. Rockefeller’s golden child, the Star of David, was fulfilling his destiny. He would become the new king of evil.

  Masonic symbolism places a special meaning on the two towers. They trace back to Solomon’s Temple and the pillars of Jachin and Boaz. In I Chronicles 17:1 King David expresses a desire to build God a temple, but the Lord declined him. Now the two towers are used by the elite for a ritual murder. The tower of Justice is a swift strike with no trial. The tower of Mercy is the slow kill following a warning. It takes a twisted mind to label a ritual murder with words like “mercy.” However, this philosophy is the very fuel of satanism. David has become a master of reason. He is no longer a slave to the limits of morality. Through mental alchemy, David can turn any act of violence into a consenting relationship between two mortals. No depravity is off limits. No one is safe or ever truly innocent.

  Oswald Adorno was 19 and expecting his first child in August. The year was 1975, and they were living in the Bronx. He was employed as a wall and floor cleaner in World Trade Center Tower 1. The North Tower. Oswald was in the private bathroom of a vice president’s office. He was watching himself watching someone in the mirror. He spread his fingers like talons and grabbed the rolls of his belly and shook it. He exhaled loudly as he met the eyes of his reflection one last time. He told himself, “We have to do this now.” Oswald followed the instructions carefully. He was on the 11th floor of the North Tower starting his sixth fire in a telephone access closet. He had fourteen minutes to exit the building and collect $6,000. The Valentine’s Day fire ritual had begun. The North Tower fire spread to 6 floors total. It was suppressed by the efforts of 132 New York firefights.

  A few days later, David Rockefeller surveyed the damage in his North Tower. He didn’t know who was behind this petty spell. He was disgusted by an amateur coming in and pissing on his carpet. He felt shame underneath his floppy waxed hair. It occurred to him this was payback for the ritual orgy nine years ago. The audience of hyenas he ceremonially obliged to lick his ass were bloodthirsty and impatient. David saw how his tower could be stolen. Evil could be dethroned by a raven swooping in to take his catch. He must be vigilant. The memories of the first ritual on the ground sent nervous rivers of electricity up his spine. He braced himself against a charred door frame and felt the memory of eleven ritual tongues inside him.

  The Masonic ritual stage curtained between two towers. The floor of this stage is called the master's carpet. This carpet is a black magic holodeck. It is a virtual reality placed in the real world. David selected Manhattan for his carpet. He would put the city into a trance that would resonate all over the world. On September 11th, the North Tower of Justice struck with no warning. The South Tower of Mercy gave pause before its ring. A ritual circle of water sealed off the island. The streets of New York became a satanic checkerboard of fear and paralysis. Rockefeller cast his spell from a torch inside the copper hands of Lucifer. He was the light bringer, the master magician.

  The Statue of Liberty island was closed on Sept 11th. It remained closed for years after Ground Zero. Liberty had alchemically morphed into Lucifer, the Copper God. The torch became a firestarter. It witnessed an archway made of billowing smoke between the vibrating pillars of burning humans. David Rockefeller turned “the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free” into a Passover lamb. The depravity of the symbolism gave him an erection.

  We thought George W. Bush was stupid. On Sept 11th, he was at Booker Elementary School holding a book titled “My Pet Goat.” He was listening to a mantra from a group of spelling children. The innocent voices were sounding words from their teacher, “Kite. Hit. Steel. Plane. Must.” They repeated each word over-and-over. One of the King’s men whispered to the President about the first tower. He nods in approval and remained still and seated. He is not stunned. He is not sad. He is not angry. A tiny smile curled in his eyes as he pretended to gaze at the children for cover. The energy of the lie was surging through his system. He was confined to the ritual of the live camera. He could barely contain himself - like father, like son. A few weeks later, at Ground Zero, he unsheathed a bullhorn high in the air as he stood king of the pile of rubble. They cried for him to “Save us!” He relishes the deception as he slowly thought to himself, “These people are stupid.”

  We will not find the culprits of 9/11. This was a ritual rape and pillage of a city, its government, and people. Every kind of evil from every crack and corner crawled into the city. They knew the time. They knew the location. The forethought is the pure evil of 9/11. It still lives with us. You see it in the face of its disinformation. Sweet men with soft eyes, perched atop mushrooms, tickling our ears with a rainbow of smoke from a tube. The doctors of misdirection played the heartstrings of patriots so desperately wanting to muster. We can’t even speak on how or who now. If we try, I will lose you in the kaleidoscope of misinformation. Instead, let’s be quiet together for a moment. Let us find ourselves in silence. We can meet in the one place we can truly hear each other. We all share a reverence for the truth. Let’s resonate with each other on the memory of what keeps happening to us. We have to wake up now.

  Conspiracy is the magic word for sleep. We remain frozen in hypnotic tales of a magic bullet that killed a president; a $21 trillion accounting error; an intelligence agency that knew there were WMDs; the free-fall collapse of building seven from an office fire; or even a dozen box cutters taking out the most expensive air defense system the modern world has ever known. We continue to breathe the voodoo dust of trauma. We have to wake up now. It is time to wake up.

  David Rockefeller was declared dead at the age of 101 on the Spring Equinox of 2017. His legacy has been instrumental in establishing the United Nations as well as the Trilateral Commission. David welcomed a machine to this world on Sept 11th. He opened a doorway for a new world order. All of it controlled by his energy, frequency, and vibration. The Internet of Things. The wonders of 5G. He can’t wait to show you all his plans for our future. No other creature has done more to push for the indoctrination of nations and children under the hands of a global central puppetmaster.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Light from your Lips

  A WASHINGTON D.C. mille
nnial couple rode their bikes through ISIS territory on a campaign to prove humans were kind. They were murdered in the afternoon by the side of a road in Tajikistan. Both had been to college and were employed by our government. All over social media, people called these kids foolish for not knowing what’s out there. But how could they know? We raise our children blindfolded. Dissonance is a form of violence society hands our children.

  The quality of education in America proves society raises us like standing cows. They teach us just enough to digest the grass and pay the taxes. The elite limit our abilities and our technology. It’s the only way they can feel like they’re special. They have it all but still need that extra advantage. Here’s a short list of things they don’t teach us in compulsory education: carpentry, compound interest, jury nullification, body language, cosmology, hypnosis, logic, survivalism, farming, navigation, cult awareness, forestry, somatics, persuasion, listening, sociopathy, false flags, ancient archeology, first aid, game theory, self-defense, meditation, drug chemistry, triangulation and shelter-building.

  The media keeps us naked in the mirror, fondling your sin with the door closed. We’ve got no clue what a window to the outside world even looks like. We are dripping in the shower with no towel. They pick out all the pixels that strike out our eyeballs and numb or ears. They’re the same people that tweak the algorithms that whisper over your shoulder telling you what’s trendy. The public square is a mind prison. We punch holes in its ceiling to draw more light.

  We are learning to quench each ourselves in the soil. In this new world, we become the newscasters. We are a species of living information. The media’s all-seeing-eye is a demented vision from a metallic leviathan. Truth never flows from a single perspective. The only real news is your voice. Open your mouth and shine light from our lips.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  My Fellow Southerners

  MY FELLOW SOUTHERNERS,

  The South finds ourselves held hostage by an emotional cult of believers claiming to be atheists. They have descended on our town with torches and web cameras. They are here to purge themselves and us of evil. Yesterday, they decided it must exist inside a statue. They tied a rope around its neck and pulled it over in broad daylight. They were howling at traffic and waving bats for the attention of cameras. These werewolves of the sunlight used to be our children. These children have turned our homeland into an island of lordless flies. They have come back for another lamb to feed their altar. We must not feed them again.

  This cult believes in a queen they call anti-hate. They regard our first amendment as a threat to their collective. We are mutant bees unwilling to gather their pollen. They believe in an imaginary line where half the country took up arms against the other. They licked this history from the crevice of a fortune cookie. We must persist with our history set deep in iron and stone. These people will need it should their eyes ever awaken.

  We must understand this sickness to defeat it. It is an apparition they have projected into our courtyard. This is cultural terrorism with jackboots and billy clubs. To take down our past in the cover of night is a surrender to shame in the morning. Shall we appease this cult impeccably? Let us muster outside and ring dark bells while chanting “shame” at the very material. To cleanse it properly in fire, we must smelt our dignity for a chance to see molten racism spill to our feet like some evil lava. We will tear into all of the hollow pieces so that every bigoted molecule can be sanitized in our angry torchlight. Will we grin then in the satisfaction? How long till this invading swarm comes back for more?

  Do stand up now gentlemen. Take a look with me out the window. These darting coyotes are insatiable. Today is the day to find the spine. You will not like these people any better down on your belly. We must not lose ourselves to groveling for forgiveness. This is a horde of social terrorists. I enlist you to speak out. Show this cult our genitals are more than a thought experiment.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  The Eugenics of LGBT

  WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE between LGBT and being in a genital cult? Seriously, I can’t tell the difference. People are losing their identity to this movement. The media has been telling us the gay community is oppressed since the '80s. We keep believing that because humans are as giving as we are gullible.

  When someone says, “I identify with being gay.” They take a piece of themselves and give it to the identity movement. Now when they see the movement, they see themselves. This is projection, not equality. LGBT creates an elite class of victim and grants them special privileges. This creates a trauma bond by placing them in the role of the golden child. Dissonance with intent is a form of violence. Every side suffers in a pedestal relationship.

  A class is defined by having more than one member. You cannot be the only queer. You cannot discover queer under a microscope. There is nothing queer we can isolate inside the human body. Joining a class is a choice made by the ego. It’s a part of the inside clinging to something outside. Relating to something that’s external and intangible is a belief system. This is what we call religion. LGBT is a religion centered around the genitalia. A government or an institution may sanction no religion. Equality must be labeled for what it is - social dogma. Laws that cater to any class are unconstitutional. Collectivism is evil. The only minority is the individual.

  The equality movement is a eugenics program. The LGBT movement is a promise to never engage in reproductive sex. The LGBT agenda is shrinking our population. We sterilize ourselves with identity politics. LGBT unites people under a pledge of anti-reproduction. The gay pride parade is a public celebration of no one seeing your bloodline again. Why is this something we should celebrate? Self-rejection is an initiation ceremony to the machine as another victim sacrifices their bloodline to the sigil of the rainbow.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Trauma Programming

  TRAUMA PROGRAMMING IS a two-step process. Step one induces shock. Step two induces programming. When you freeze a mind in terror, its receptors become dilated like pupils. The programmer can insert the script like an eye drop. Ingestion is automatic since it bypasses the reason. In trauma, you are working directly with one’s reptilian brain. A mother uses trauma programming when she finds her toddler playing with a fork near an electrical outlet. Mom can’t reason with her child about this; it's far too dangerous and important. She must program him immediately. She induces shock by broadcasting terror with her face, voice and body language. She uses touch to strike a sense of urgency into the skin like a lightning bolt. She might even smack the child on the bottom to induce a state of hypnotic reception. She knows when she has his attention. Her patient is frozen like a statue. She inserts her program, “John Jacob Schmidt! Don’t you ever do that again!” Jacob is beside himself with fright. This state lasts for a moment, and then the shock is over. As reason returns, he begins to cry. The programming session is complete.

  Trauma programming also works in a group. The steps are the same. How do you traumatize a country? You shoot President John F. Kennedy in broad daylight. The assassination induces shock across the entire population. Next comes the programming. A story is inserted about a single magic bullet from a communist janitor. People in shock don’t ask questions. The mammalian center of the brain has been subdued. The reptilian has pushed itself into the captain’s chair. However, a snake will always bite at what he is given. Buzzwords like “A dozen box cutters” are swallowed like mumbling flies. Trauma turns an entire nation into alters. Look at how quickly we accept a story since JFK. Look how we still buy narratives like Parkland. America is a nation of alters.

  On the morning of the Parkland Ritual Shooting, five armed men in a white Ford pickup rolled up on campus. Two were wearing badges; the other three were in black Kevlar. They geared up at the truck in silence. The adrenaline was flowing. Like clockwork, the school’s shooting drill began with a bell. The contracted ritual killing had started. The driver stayed in the truck. The other badge got out to use the radio. He waited for his men to tak
e the position. He would hear them when they were ready. Each of the three men wore the same black mask. They each took a floor and in unison began shooting across the hallway. They were corralling stray students back into their classroom. Any eye-witness was targeted directly and murdered. Seventeen witnesses died in the ritual.

  According to the police scanner audio, the officer was asked directly for a suspect description. His answer was, “Shooter is a man. His name is Cruz.” But, this is not a suspect description. Nor does it paint an accurate picture for other officer’s to identify the suspect. A proper description sounds like, “Shooter is a white male five-foot-nine inches. 130 pounds. He is wearing a gas mask.” Don't forget, Parkland’s on-site officer, who knows the kids personally, was off campus during a school shooting drill. Every part of Parkland and Cruz’s story doesn’t match up. The nation swallowed it without question. This is the same district as the Ft Lauderdale shooting. The same community claiming to be ground zero for the Zika virus. The same district run by Debbie Wassermann Shultz. This district has been programmed before.

  Parkland is one of many false flags. America, a society of alters, has learned to accept them. We call them “tragedies” so they hurt less. We update our profile pics in a ritual to forget them. Trauma programming is the key to mind control. We are living survivors of satanic ritual murder. We are still under its spell. We have to wake up now.