Can you imagine a world of mediocrity in which the plebs, most average, persecute the ones who step in with a shine present? They, due to years of experience, attempt to beat, threaten or cajole these prospects to become one of the walking dead so they can feel better about themselves and keep things as they is with no room for fresh thoughts or innovation due to being ring fenced in with rules and limitations, intense. Stale is the new fresh and their lives as good as dead. Just like them. Ask and they will deny as they point to pulse rates and such things but one can merely exist and not truly live, yes? Into the scene steps a mystery known by the moniker of Galt. “John Galt” he says as he organizes a rebellion that changes everything…
If you have just read the above them I have saved you a thousand pages of dross presented with a veneer gloss that is akin to Fifty Shades of Gray for the economy. I merely threw this in as exposition for what comes next for we’re speaking on that shiny fellow popping in they’ve named ThreeI Atlas. Yes, there will be shrugging. Quite possibly, some moaning and wailing as well for people and their illusions are rarely dearly departed, yes? A long time ago in a galaxy that may has well have been in another dimension I penned this article where I mentioned that Twenty Twen with a Fifth signals the end of the old and predicted it would end with a spectacular event that, at current, is looming on the horizon. If you haven’t guessed I am a metaphysicist which means there are no rules I can’t break or bend as it all takes place inside my head ergo I’m speaking on things that may or may not exist. One thing is for certain:
Some people think my penmanship stinks!
Don’t worry, I printed out and handed myself an award from the Ayn Rand Institute in a small, private ceremony.
ThreeI is a comet that is Hale-Bopping its way across the skies and shifting hues as it does. At the same time the Sun, which scientists said was supposed to be getting some kip, is winding up its solar maximums for no reason they can tell. This, as you may have guessed, probably has a thing or ten to do with why you can see Aurora Borealis drifting across places and spaces its never previously been. Some people think its an alien spaceship, others believe it’ll bring an extinction level event. Remember how they did dress up and sell the whole YTwoK thing then Mayan calendar as well? Nothing ever happens… Except, this time, it will ergo for whom the bowl tolls is a question of resonance as there is an invisible element that links everything from solar systems to your inner realms and dimensions beyond all this. I call it the Psylense because it takes a quiet mind and opened third iris to listen to what it says. Here is what it said:
“The past will die, in a spectacular way. Things the world doesn’t want to peep will be blast in its dish as its forced to examine the burdens of the past with a clinical precision. Expect some gnashing of teeth as they rent their breast and yell “Oh, the humanity!”.
Remember, playa, the Game takes place inside your awareness and you can only clean something when you first admit its covered in filth. Consider it anti-brainwashing, if you will, because for the past few spins of the Game people have been under such intense MK that it makes Pont-Saint-Esprit mass poisoning look like a walk in the park. I’m telling you because that is exactly how it is and those at the helm of this realm are nothing less than wicked, but placed well, as they exist in the non physical. And yet, their influence is felt, heavily, in the Valley of the Plebs where people work, buy, consume and die without a clue of what kicks. Some do. Almost. We call them schizophrenics…”.
Hoo! I tried to polish my Ayn Rand trophy but it was gone with the wind as I do like to keep it fresh as I push the pen. C’est la vie! Before we digress into the main thrust of this topic I have a request:
How was your life in Two Thousand and Seven? Can you recollect what started to kick or gestate around April and came to life, full spring, around December? It could’ve been something really, really subtle that you’ll have to dig to recollect or it could’ve been as big as a Beluga Whale. Did you know they can swim backwards? Needless to say I believe that if it came down to piscine beef in the seas he’d smack the kufi off a shark as they need to move to breathe. Why did I mention this? Simple, look into this article and its hypotheticals about loosh farming from this plantation for a hint with how so many things come equipped with teeth and claws, blood red, whilst we, as a collective, foment World War III which, in the end, will be your fault, my friend… Until that does (or doesn’t – if you wish) manifest lets examine some interesting blips about this passing comet and the message it brings:
I, on spec, don’t watch the news as its bad for your health. Neither do I keep up with politics or anyone else they sell as celebs and the rest are nothing but actors in fancy dress. No, I keep my eye on the heavens instead and observe the lights and messages they send to my awareness. “Quick, to the mental asylum!” said a reading psychiatrist with an errant pubic hair betwixt his lips as he came up from lapping circuits to state my perspect is perfectly ludicrous and thus in dire need of pills and a depot injection as well. Shades of Atlas doing some reps, yes? Dig:
Before COVID hit Betelgeuse did something really unexpected. It dimmed to ten times fainter than its usual resonance. Now some will yelp:
“Its over Six Hundred light years away, you idiot!” to which I said:
“If you are playing a record and the diamond tip skips from one track to the next does that mean it no longer exists?”. Really ponder this then dive in to why the Fourth Dimension is made of vinyl and how the most successful (and uncredited) band member to ever exist is known as the silence for, without it, the rest does not exist. Like I said, I am my physics, I am my metaphysics and this star you know well in this realm for it has been portrayed in film as the mask which killed both Ledger and Lee as well. Nicholson survived because he was born inside the cuckoos nest and thus Knows the Ledge as only a man who unconditionally accepts himself can pick up a starlet with a single line, delivered well:
“So when’s it happening?”.
Thats it. What else needs to be said? He obviously won’t be winning no Ayn Rand awards, that is for certain, but as mine eloped past the curtain I liked to imagine it went to the man himself as he rose with a grin after sinking some iron all PM then went out onto the back Nine to putt a few more holes as well. Thats the life of a legend, living! So, getting back on script. Star, heavens, dimmed, earth, soon, did the same thing and, after this, life was never the same again. Can you remember how isolation went? For me it was amazing and because I don’t watch the news I genuinely thought I was the last man on the planet and everyone else was dead as I sped onto the strip and took the sights and sounds in due to the immense din the birds were making in my urban environment, back when. Thats the life of a legend, living! I say all of that to say this:
This year has been, for me, one of revelatory discovery in which I danced with death, leant in for a kiss and said:
“So when’s it happening?”.
Only for her to giggle and spin then rebuff me with:
“You’re an immortal in the flesh, silly! I just came to remind you of this as a gift to my most excellent student”.
Knowing you’re a god is only half of the battle but the reason I push the pen at this juncture is because of the whole ThreeI thing as there are some things quite fascinating that they will most certainly not tell on your pubic broadcasting. “Thats public, you idiot!” said the aforementioned psychiatrist who, daily, slings darts at his L Ron pic for daring to suggest they’re invested in an illusion… To clear the confusion:
Atlas has more nickel than iron kicking as it jets which is super strange and as sketch as the Moon and Sun appearing to have the same circumference which hints the script is about to flipped hence the shiny thing ratcheting it up a bit. Side note – everything in this realm is like a string of pearls in the sense that if you move one the rest shift. Thinking back to Oh Seven, did something big happen? If it did you’re probably one of the 8% capable of awakening and if it was business on the reg with another year of clocking out then in, well, you’re seated in a different section taking in the same performance and thus probably stopped reading long, long ago. Such is how the texts are encoded because they aim to induce an eloptic resonance of hemispheric balance which is known as being Centered in Self. Getting back to it:
Its very rare for something not from here to be around here and, in that respect, Atlas is third on the list and its not coming within hundreds of millions of miles of this place. And yet, Betelgeuse blinked then Earth life winked in unison which is exactly the same thing as whipping the fat German kid with a wet towel as its one resonance that makes its presence felt as it moves along the medium of communication. Nickel was discovered in Seventeen Fifty One and was named after a sprite, most mischievous, and linked with playing tricks. Just like the machine elves, yes? Think of its presence as a software update or downloaded resonance which will shift the planet and those who live within as the past dies so the era of Techno Sapiens can kick.
Oumuamua was the first interstellar object then Borisov popped in and finally we have Atlas who is a thousand times bigger than the second who, himself, was a million times larger than the first which raises all types of questions. Whisper. Tap. Slap. This is a Principle I’ll elucidate some place else but it seems remarkably consistent in its operation hence the capitalization. Here are some odd blips about this celestial visitor to our heavens:
Its trajectory is closely aligned with our planets which has a Nought point Two chance of naturally happening. Its passing Mars and Jupiter as well which rep conflict and religion, respective, plus gave Venus a kiss. Perfect! Then it developed an “anti-tale” or, if you wish, revealed what was occulted as this strange thing has never, ever been seen before by any denizen of the heavens that we’ve been measuring. This is a really basic, low res rep of what is in my head for the Mars/Jupiter thing (and stellium as well) mean way more than this as it could, literally, accomplish what the Occupy protests didn’t after Wall Street co-opted them and gave birth to Wokism hence the Atlas Shrugged reference but in another octave with perspective shifts as well. Getting back in pocket:
As mentioned, its massive which makes very little sense in the grand scheme of things as comets are usually far more delicate ergo its akin to the Notorious BIG doing a pirouette without breaking a sweat as he broadcasts, on FM:
Nickel to iron ratios as said along with a plume of carbon dioxide which some state is odd whilst others say is standard but it also possesses immense negative polarization which is rarer than unicorns excrement. I already spoke on its color shifts which make it a moving disco brick but some physicists do suspect it could be behind the WOW! Signal of legend. If you ain’t up on Game:
In Nineteen Seventy Seven Ohios Big Ear was listening and what came next from the lips of wisdom was a message that had the rags in a tizz as they speculated “Aliens!” for it screamed intelligence. Unlike the plebs, back when, who ran for the hill as the dulcet tones of Orson Welles read HGs epic text about the wars and worlds therein. Now, lets link this in with the Abraham himself and how the coin he repped is no longer be minted and if you check the script you’ll see that, whilst he lived, it was made of copper, solid, before they added some nickel in after his brains were on the pavement. This will now be, on the reg, the smallest coin on the list and if we believe the silver screen then poor Gamble will not be able to get such a thing for grandma on the strip! Oh, by the way, it also hails from where they detected the WOW! Signal, back when and both are linked with the constellation of Sagittarius which reps the physical body, long journeys and a whole heap of other things so the question about this cruise missile that was fired from some place else on mission, celestial, is super interesting because whilst the world held its breath (at a safe distance) during COVID I was heaving a sigh of relief and got into the best shape I’d ever been as I finally felt free for the star of Betelgeuse does rep transformation via transcendence and new life from death, resurrected (see links with Osiris and Shiva as well). I say all of that to say this:
“The past will die, in a spectacular way. Things the world doesn’t want to peep will be blast in its dish as its forced to examine the burdens of the past with a clinical precision. Expect some gnashing of teeth as they rent their breast and yell “Oh, the humanity!””.
Are you getting my drift? As usual, believe not a thing and aim to prove me incorrect for this is the view from my reality tunnel and yours should be different as you’re the only Soul in the realm but, for me, the syncs are Self evident as this year has been like a trek through my own personal Hell and what comes next is heaven in the flesh but thats because I hold my strong opinions, loosely. Those with an extra firm grip on what is, in the end, man made and tenuous may not like what comes next between now and the year, fresh, as it Atlas does its thing and the world, as we know it, is shrugging for the heavens are speaking, my friend. Are you listening? Another amusing sync is it seems to be aimed, direct, at Jupiter who, wouldn’t you know it, rules Sag as well!
Mercury, Mars, Venus and the Sun will be sitting, conjuncted, in the same place as well with Jupiter opposing them so we see the mind, conflict, beauty and the Soul opposing spiritual wisdom and tradition which last happened at the same time Darwin pushed the pen and the planet met Carrington Event. Super interesting, yes? Back when there were only telegraphs present and they burst into flame as the Sun did its thing but life doth shift and we live in the grip of digital gifts and, wouldn’t you know it, I spoke of an event that would leave the internet, dead. Well, deader would be more accurate as its filled to the gills with bots and shills but you get my drift. A new day, it seems, is rising and for a fresh ways to spring the old must end and this, I suspect, is what will be happening to the collective brick of ignorance man was taught to grip as he drowns in the seas of foolishness and clutches to what limits him. Whats in your bundle, my friend?
Let go. Gain everything. As I said in the original text:
“In keeping with my favorite digit you’ll see this extend by 8 so the feature presentation will end by Twenty Thirty Three by when this planet will look very, very different for those still plugged in. The first shall be last…”.
We also have UNTwoSevenOne doing its thing in Twenty Thirty One which will make the cipher complete because all that happens within projects external and when we’re seeing an unprecedented array of celestial visitors dancing across the heavens as a hint that things are to shift in the collective consciousness. This particular specimen is hailing from the Oort Cloud which reps the edge of the solar system and contains within the fragmented aspects that didn’t make it into the script which is akin to the Dead Sea Scrolls and the edited versions of the well known text. Expect revelations but not in the fire and brimstone sense but an individual awakening of consciousness that wasn’t even aware it slept in the collective… And in case you think I’m reaching read this text to decode the sketch that reveals when Jesus actually stepped into this realm and how the Bible is (along with everything else) laden with astrological symbolism. If you’re just tuning in and wondering “What the Hell?” then congratulations for making it to read this bit as we’re inside a coherently collapsed construction of consciousness which is fractal in its composition that you project by wearing flesh hence there is a youniverse within and its from there I’m speaking because, without me, none of this exists. All of that said, the most important bit:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
