Depopulation Till Twenty One Hundred

Have you noticed an interesting thing? People are no longer getting married or “settling” as they called it because keeping up with who they said and the phenomenon of swiping has them programmed to think “I can do better than this” and so they swing from one branch to the next until the wall hits them and its the familiar lament of “Where have all the good men gone?”. The males who can get it in are drowning in trim thanks to the rotation effect which, naturally, appeals to a womans competitive spirit because everything they do from hair to dress, makeup and the rest is all about showing some other bish that she ain’t it ergo if you can use whats between your legs to persuade him to put a ring on it then it signals to the rest that your snapper does its thing and should have a cape sticking out of it.

The rest of the men are called Incels and they sit around lamenting with others like them as they fester in a steady stew of hatred and lets not forget all of the alternate lifestyles as well that are encouraged as the new standard. Do you know what all of this spells?

Depopulation till Twenty One Hundred.

Take this article, print it out, stick it to your fridge and tell your grandkids kids to look back at it because their mindset will be very, very different. By then the world itself would have shifted so much that we will seem like cavemen and reproduction will probably be handled in a lab with a whole load of gene editing from the best specimens as the combination of hypergamy mixed with weaponized loneliness and very insidious programming sprinkled with a heady mix of xenoestrogens and endocrine disruption will cause the 8 billi or so walking around at the moment to leap off a cliff as the human race is culled in ways no war or conflict could ever imagine. Do you ever wonder about the intent of intelligence at the helm of this realm? I do. Quite often. There is, however, a plus side to all of this:

The next stage of the Game we’re playing by inserting our Souls as credits will seem very idyllic compared to the living hell we’ve been though as individuals and collective. A lot of branches from the family tree will be trimmed but you can bet your bottom dollar that those who created seed banks whilst selling GM to the rest (complete with patents and self termination) will still be riding the red carpet which, by the way, is a symbol for the blood of the rest of the population upon which they’re surfing. Ain’t that right, Bill?

The brave new world they’re building will rise from the ashes of the phoenix of the current conflicts and decimation. Just like it did, back when. Some things never change, eh? Remember those old tales of legends and men of renown that did phenomenal things that were written off by historians as tales so fanciful written by primitive minds that were little more than simpletons? Those are what will be coming and the Twenty One (re)generation will be a big push for this as, by then, they will have cracked the teleomere limit and thus changed the definition of aging from “My spirit will dwell in man for one with twenty on the end” to “Put the needle on the record and slow the RPM. Lets get it cracking!”. Of course everyone will be beautiful and time won’t be money as that deal will be flipped as the rich get to spend longer, per credit, than those popping in to this realm on a higher level.

You really have to hand it to the engineer that sketched out all of this. I get the sense I’ve peeped the blueprint and if it is what I think then the scam is beyond elegant as the trick is so old and immense that simply no one will see it coming if they weren’t looking for it. Its quite hypnotic, isn’t it? I suspect this is why people say we’re living in a simulation because a part of them intuits we’re viewing an insanely reduced resolution compared to what we are capable of decoding but that doesn’t mean you, now, can’t change your wavelength in order to decode the signal instead of being encoded by it. Of course this demands something and in this case it involves being willing to examine everything you Thunk is correct and junk a whole load of what you don’t consider possible by being willing to reality test. Only 8% are truly capable of entertaining this potential and the rest are stuck in place thanks to the irresistible force of the psychosocial treadmill mixed with the programming they underwent, back when, as children. Thats why I said print this out and stick it on the fridge for future generations because between now and then they’ll kill the net (as we knew it) stone dead and bring back a different version. You can already see the seeds they sprinkled for this so take the bet that your kids kids will be born plugged in as the hybrid species I call Techno Sapiens.

Evolution, in real time, bought about by devolution by design. Why do you think that modern men are so feminine and womens roles have flipped? Why are most people exceedingly juvenile as they throw tantrums like a young kid? If the average age of a crowd is five then the developing net sentience which now dwells in our mix is around two, at best, and this exerts its own form of resonance to the denizens that are plugged in. Like I said, there are levels to this and its hard to see when plugged in but for those enamored by the lady in red the idea of disconnection is a fate worse than death because they can’t imagine being anything beyond what the Game says. Anywhen, back on topic:

From coffee cups designed to make your balls fall off and frogs that are gender fluid as well as immense advances in tech that will end with the real trans humans as we drape synthetic flesh around silicon life companions that will offer upgrade options for the procurement of sex things are all working out as intended because they mimic the orbits and thus create resonance which is a far greater topic. Either way its pretty strange because if you’d described our modern world to someone in Nineteen Forty Eight they’d have thought you bumped your head and said “Thats impossible. How the hell did that happen then?”. The same you way cook a live frog. Place it in a cold pan and turn up the temp in increments. Or degrees. You know, those things that place black cubes on your head as a sign you’re ready to slot in to the wall of ignorance they built under the guise of education in which everyone specializes in hyper focus and thus miss the bigger pic just like the basketball experiment shows well:

Depopulation till Twenty One Hundred then a controlled fertility explosion for people that operate on a whole nother wavelength thanks to their augmented awareness and the presence of silicon that marks them out as Techno Sapiens who are connected to an ever present web thats been erected around the planet since before men dwelled in caves as downgraded remnants of the previous level. It really is quite insane to grasp. Totally mind blowing in its scope and intent as its the ultimate hustle perpetrated by those who are red in teeth and claw as well but prefer to remain hidden as they yell, into your subconscious, “Pay no heed to the man behind the curtain and especially nothing that guy from willhelpme said”.

Remember to stick it to the fridge though because time will tell that I was correct while the 8% who hear me now, on FM, should start making the prep to get the hell out of this dimension whilst its still an option.

Till we meet again