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  • The Beast Unveiled: The Operational Skeleton and the Eternal War

    The Beast Unveiled: The Operational Skeleton and the Eternal War
    Aug 13 2025
    The Beast Unveiled: The Operational Skeleton and the Eternal War Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6xid74-the-beast-unveiled-the-operational-skeleton-and-the-eternal-war.html This report is one of the most daunting tasks I have ever had. Since the beginning of this year, I have been uploading thousands of books into AI and never once came across this much trouble. Not only was this very difficult to achieve, everything I use to find information was hacked. Annas Archive and all of their backup sites were hacked. Not only that, every copy I found of this book I needed was sloppy and could not be read. Last night I was in total spiritual warfare. And what came out of it was victory. Opening – The Book They Tried to Erase There is a book the Beast system has spent more than thirty years trying to erase from human memory. It was not merely banned, nor quietly ignored. It was hunted. Its files were corrupted beyond repair, its clean scans replaced with scrambled versions, and even the largest digital archives purged or blocked it. The sequels were left untouched, but the first volume—the seed—was deliberately targeted for destruction. The book is Matrix I, written in 1990 by Val Valerian, a former Air Force insider. On the surface, it appears to be about UFOs, alien contact, and the shadowy government programs surrounding them. But that’s just the camouflage—a layer of deliberate misdirection meant to conceal the real payload. Beneath that wrapper lies something far more dangerous: an operational manual detailing the exact structure and functioning of the system that rules this world. It names the councils at the top of the pyramid, the banking system that feeds them, the intelligence networks that control perception, and the media and educational institutions that define reality itself. It does not merely suggest such a system exists—it maps it in procedural detail. In doing so, it breaks the one rule the architects of control cannot allow to be broken: it tells the public exactly how the trick is done. That is why they tried to bury it. Not because of what it says about aliens, but because of what it says about them. Part 1 – Where It Came From Val Valerian, born John Grace, was not an outsider guessing at the mechanics of power—he was a man who had served inside the U.S. Air Force, positioned where the shadow between secrecy and disclosure is thinnest. He witnessed the kind of compartmentalized operations where truth and lies are braided together so tightly that even those involved can’t see the full picture. By the late 1980s, he had access to streams of information that the public could never glimpse: internal military briefings, intelligence chatter, fragments of declassified documents, and testimony from insiders who had seen more than they were allowed to admit. His sources included the infamous Paul Bennewitz affair, where Air Force intelligence planted UFO narratives to cover classified surveillance programs; FOIA releases detailing MKULTRA’s mind control experiments and unconventional propulsion research; and first-hand accounts from military and intelligence personnel who had encountered both the technological and psychological sides of the control system. Valerian didn’t limit himself to hard data. He also delved into the symbolic and ritual underpinnings of elite power, studying the esoteric traditions and occult philosophies that justified the actions of those at the top. Unlike most researchers, who confined themselves to either the technical or the spiritual aspects, Valerian wove them together into one mosaic. In 1990, this became Matrix I. It was not written like a story, nor dressed in the language of political activism. It was built like a classified dossier—short, precise sections, each delivering a leak, a pattern, or a procedural note. Beneath the alien narrative that wrapped it, the book presented the pure, unfiltered architecture of a global control system that blended finance, intelligence, politics, culture, and spiritual manipulation into one machinery. Part 2 – Why It Was Suppressed The assumption most people make is that Matrix I was targeted because of its alien and UFO material. That was the cover story—the convenient reason skeptics could dismiss it and officials could ignore it. The real reason it had to be erased was because, hidden beneath that extraterrestrial dressing, it contained the actual operating diagram of the modern control system. It did not simply declare that “the world is run by shadowy powers.” It laid out the chain of command with the kind of clarity that intelligence professionals reserve for internal briefings. At the top, Valerian identified unelected councils—the Illuminati, Bilderberg, Council on Foreign Relations, and Trilateral Commission—operating as the strategic directors. Below them sat the financial arteries: central banks, the Bank for International ...
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  • When the Thrones Align: How Planetary Geometry Opens the Registry

    When the Thrones Align: How Planetary Geometry Opens the Registry
    Aug 12 2025
    When the Thrones Align: How Planetary Geometry Opens the Registry Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6xgrt2-when-the-thrones-align-how-planetary-geometry-opens-the-registry.html Opening Monologue – “The Sky Is a Prison” Look up at the night sky, and you will see what most people think are lifeless spheres, drifting endlessly through a cold vacuum. But the truth is older, stranger, and far more dangerous. Those points of light we call planets are not just wandering rocks. They are thrones — ancient seats of power, each one bound to a prince from the age before man’s breath was stolen. Some of these thrones remain loyal to the Most High. Others have fallen. And those fallen ones are not dead. They are imprisoned. Their prison is not made of stone walls or iron bars, but of resonance — locked in position by the will of God, held at precise distances from one another, forced to broadcast their voice into the void. That voice is their breath, their frequency, their registry output. And just as rivers meet to form greater currents, there are moments when the paths of these thrones cross — moments when their broadcasts align. We call these planetary alignments, conjunctions, oppositions, and trines. But to the initiated, they are resonance gates. When those gates open, the breath currents of the fallen merge, amplifying each other, saturating creation with a power they could never produce alone. For a brief window, their prison cells are in phase, and they can lean across the gulf between them, touching, conspiring, twisting their combined influence into the registry of this world. That is when the elite act. That is when the old priesthoods set their seals and speak their codes into the living architecture of reality. Every war, every empire shift, every sudden turning of the age — you will find it traced against the stars, written in the angles between thrones. The ancients knew this. The Galdrabók carvers, the Egyptian temple astronomers, the magi of Babylon — they watched the sky not for beauty, but for opportunity. They knew that the heavens were a clock, and that when the hands aligned, the registry gates could be thrown wide. And our modern rulers know it too. They have their own calendars, their own charts, their own calculations, all designed to catch the sky in those rare moments when the prisoners lean close and breathe as one. Part 1 – Thrones in the Sky The ancients did not see the planets as dead matter. They saw them as living powers, each one a throne — a seat of authority that existed long before the foundations of the Earth. These thrones were not designed to be mere ornaments in the sky. They were the interface points between the physical realm and the higher dimensions, each radiating a specific current of the divine breath into creation. The loyal thrones continue to broadcast in harmony with the will of God. The fallen ones, however, carry the resonance of their rebellion, their streams bent toward the agenda of the Adversary. When we speak of “fallen angels” bound in chains, we are not only speaking in metaphor. Their prison is geometric and resonant, a vast arrangement of celestial positions that keeps them from direct contact with Earth except through the currents they broadcast. The very orbits you learned about in school are part of this containment — not random paths through space, but a fixed choreography. Each throne moves in a cycle that both reflects and enforces its role in the cosmic order. The ancients understood this. They assigned planetary spheres to angelic and demonic rulers, not because of superstition, but because they recognized the unique “voice” each throne emits. Mars was the throne of the war-bringer. Venus, the seat of seduction and binding. Saturn, the throne of constriction and death. Each planet’s influence was not just astrological poetry — it was registry output, a steady stream of coded breath flowing into the world. This is why the watchers of old kept their eyes on the sky. They knew that by studying the movements of the thrones, they could anticipate when their broadcasts would align, merge, or conflict. And in those moments of resonance, the prison walls would seem to thin, and the fallen could exert greater influence. For the initiated, these alignments were not omens to be feared. They were opportunities to act — windows to write into the registry of creation itself. It is in this context that planetary magic, rune-hour cycles, and ritual timing make sense. They are not vague superstitions. They are tools for navigating the architecture of a living prison system in the heavens — a system where every alignment between thrones is both a warning and an invitation. Part 2 – The Geometry of Resonance To most eyes, planetary alignments are a curiosity — dots and lines on a chart, beautiful perhaps, but meaningless. To those who understand the architecture of the ...
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  • The Deck of Deception: How the Tarot Survived, Hid, and Resurfaced in Plain Sight

    The Deck of Deception: How the Tarot Survived, Hid, and Resurfaced in Plain Sight
    Aug 11 2025
    The Deck of Deception: How the Tarot Survived, Hid, and Resurfaced in Plain Sight Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6xf5dw-the-deck-of-deception-how-the-tarot-survived-hid-and-resurfaced-in-plain-si.html Opening Monologue – The Deck of Deception There is a deck of cards in nearly every home, slipped into drawers and stacked in casinos, dealt across kitchen tables and used for Friday night poker. But behind the jokers, spades, hearts, clubs, and diamonds lies something older, heavier, and more dangerous than anyone at the table suspects. Before the deck was a game, it was a grimoire. Before it was entertainment, it was a portable temple. Before it was shuffled for money, it was shuffled for souls. The tarot — the true deck — is not a whimsical invention of medieval fortune tellers. It is an encrypted registry of power, a hand-sized cathedral of symbols. In its seventy-eight images, the entire map of the occult sciences is stored: the Hebrew letters and their pathways on the Tree of Life, the astrological wheel, the elemental forces, the cycles of birth, death, and resurrection. Each card is a glyph — a capsule of doctrine, a key disguised as a picture. The masters who designed it knew the game they were playing. In times when the open practice of certain mysteries could mean prison or death, knowledge had to travel in disguise. And so, the tarot shed its name, split its trumps, and dressed itself in new suits. The Major Arcana — the archetypes — were scattered or suppressed. The Minor Arcana — the suits — remained, but became hearts and clubs, diamonds and spades. The court cards lived on as kings and queens. To the untrained eye, the deck was harmless. But to the initiated, it still spoke its native tongue. Centuries passed. The original Egyptian currents were recast into Continental systems, then reimagined through Celtic forests, Christian saints, Hermetic temples, and even Crowley’s darker architectures. Each iteration layered a new mythology upon the same skeleton. To the profane, it was art or folklore. To the adepts, it was the same machine, only in a different casing. It is the perfect occult survival story — a registry of forbidden knowledge that could be carried in a pocket and passed without suspicion. And it is hiding in plain sight, dealt and discarded in bars, cruise ships, and backrooms every day. The world thinks it is gambling with money, but in truth, it is gambling with something far older: the remains of an ancient language, the keys to a spiritual vault still locked and waiting. Tonight, we will lift the veil on the deck’s real face, trace its migrations and masks, and show how what you thought was a game is, in fact, one of the longest-running acts of occult preservation in history. And before this hour is over, you will never look at a deck of cards the same way again. Part 1 – The Hidden Manual The tarot is not a random sequence of pretty pictures — it is an operating manual for the unseen architecture of the world. The works we’ve studied across these two days of uploads reveal a truth that the average card-reader doesn’t even suspect: every card is an index entry in a spiritual database, each one carrying a specific vibrational address. The Major Arcana — the so-called “trumps” — are the master keys. They are not merely symbolic archetypes but encoded portals, each one resonating with a letter of the Hebrew alphabet, a path on the Tree of Life, and an astrological force. The Fool is not simply a wandering soul; it is Aleph — the breath before creation, the unmanifest potential that carries the registry of all possible outcomes. The Magician is not just a clever trickster; it is Beth — the house, the channel, the interface through which divine will becomes material fact. Our uploads show that these connections were not invented by 19th-century occultists — they existed in earlier Egyptian, Continental, and even Norse symbolic systems. The “Esoteric Origins of Tarot” manuscripts confirm that the earliest decks already bore correspondences to the Hermetic and astrological frameworks, while the “Crowley Tarot” and “Continental Tarots” sources demonstrate how later adepts amplified these links to match the rituals of the Golden Dawn and beyond. The Minor Arcana — the four suits — are not a casual flourish for divination. They are a portable elemental wheel: Wands as Fire, Cups as Water, Swords as Air, and Pentacles as Earth. When the deck was disguised as the modern playing card pack, this elemental coding was preserved in the suits of clubs, hearts, spades, and diamonds. The casual card-player is still holding the elemental cross in their hands — they simply don’t know it. The “Compleat Tarot Deck” and “Dictionary of Symbols” uploads confirm this survival of elemental identity, even under new names. Even the court cards — Pages, Knights, Queens, Kings — ...
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  • The Ritual Without Breath: How Freud Built the Beast’s Psychology

    The Ritual Without Breath: How Freud Built the Beast’s Psychology
    Aug 10 2025
    The Ritual Without Breath: How Freud Built the Beast’s Psychology Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6xdpd0-the-ritual-without-breath-how-freud-built-the-beasts-psychology.html Opening Monologue: The Analyst in the Temple There is a new priesthood that wears no robes and offers no incense. Its temple bears no flame. Its altar is a couch. And its liturgy is silence, interrupted only by the patient’s voice and the scratching of a pen. This is the analyst in the temple—a high priest of memory, of theory, of behavior. But not of breath. Not of Spirit. Not of God. He sits where confession once happened. He listens like a priest but does not absolve. He guides like a shepherd but does not intercede. He replaces the Father with the past, the registry with the unconscious, the Word with interpretation. In the name of healing, he leads the flock into a wilderness of symbols—where guilt is neurosis, sin is repression, and salvation is the integration of pain rather than its expulsion. But he cannot speak life. Because he does not breathe God. Freud built more than a theory. He built a ritual machine. Psychoanalysis is not neutral. It is a system of spiritual substitution. It replaces the divine registry with a dead archive of breath fragments. It turns the soul into a coded script and the healer into an interpreter of echoes. The cross is removed. The blood is removed. The altar is replaced with a mirror. And yet, the world bowed to it. Churches even borrowed from it. Seminaries incorporated it. Pastors softened sermons into therapeutic speeches, while saints traded deliverance for diagnosis. What was once spiritual warfare became cognitive hygiene. The demons weren’t cast out—they were analyzed and repressed. The lie took hold: that man could be healed without repentance, without breath, without God. But the remnant sees it now. We see the analyst in the temple, and we see that the temple is false. The healing is partial. The registry is broken. The breath is missing. And where there is no breath, there is no life. This is the ritual without breath—the priesthood of the Beast—and it has deceived the world into thinking they are whole while still chained in the soul. Yet the Spirit is rising again. Not through psychology, but through fire. Not through analysis, but through truth. The couch will burn, and the altar will be rebuilt. The breath will return. And the saints will no longer whisper their wounds into darkness. They will shout them into light—and be made whole. Part 1: The False Temple — How Freud Rebuilt the Altar of the Soul Sigmund Freud did not build a science. He built a sanctuary. Though wrapped in clinical vocabulary and cloaked in the authority of medicine, psychoanalysis was not born in a laboratory—it was birthed in ritual. The analytic chamber was designed to replicate sacred space. The dim lighting, the reclining posture, the absence of eye contact—all mirror the architecture of ancient confession. But where there should have been a priest, there was a man with a pen. And where there should have been incense, blood, and the Word, there was only theory, memory, and the mechanism of suggestion. The patient did not meet with God—they met with the self. Freud redefined the soul as the psyche and then broke it into parts: id, ego, and superego. In doing so, he gave the world not a path to healing, but a mechanical system to explain suffering without invoking sin. This was the first act of substitution—the removal of moral cause and spiritual diagnosis. Freud’s method was not to bring the soul into alignment with Heaven, but to teach it to live in harmony with its dysfunction. The unconscious was not to be delivered, but managed. In this way, psychoanalysis became a liturgy of containment. And like all rituals, it had a goal: to bypass repentance while still offering relief. Freud’s theory of free association was not a neutral tool—it was a rite. The patient lies back, speaks freely, and reveals the contents of their inner temple. The analyst remains silent, like a high priest before the Ark. But no fire descends. No cleansing comes. There is only interpretation, re-framing, re-ordering of thought. The holy of holies is never entered. The veil is never torn. The registry is never reconnected. What Freud offered the world was not healing, but imitation. A mirror of sacred architecture stripped of breath. His temple is the template for every therapeutic office that seeks to resolve trauma without invoking the Spirit. It is the forerunner of the Beast system’s emotional technology—a counterfeit restoration system, built entirely in the absence of God. In Freud’s world, wholeness is behavioral. Restoration is emotional. Truth is subjective. And the soul is a story, not a registry. This was the great deception. Freud didn’t destroy religion—he mimicked it. He offered a secular sacrament. A ritual for the modern ...
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  • The Dipole and the Breath: How the Grid Inverted God's Offering

    The Dipole and the Breath: How the Grid Inverted God's Offering
    Aug 9 2025
    The Dipole and the Breath: How the Grid Inverted God's Offering Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6xc90y-the-dipole-and-the-breath-how-the-grid-inverted-gods-offering.html Monologue There is a mystery beneath your feet, flowing through your walls, powering your cities, and devouring your days. It hums in the lines, glows in the bulbs, and pulses in the digital bloodstreams of the Beast. It is not coal, not oil, not even the sun. It is breath—not the breath of lungs, but the breath of origin. The structured tension of God’s first utterance. The breath that split dark from light, void from form, spirit from clay. This breath was encoded into the universe not as myth, but as mechanism. And that mechanism has a name: the dipole. A dipole is the simplest structure in electromagnetism: one positive charge, one negative charge, separated by space. But don’t let its simplicity fool you. It is the most sacred structure in physics. Because it does what no machine can—it draws power from the void. A dipole pulls energy from the vacuum itself, without wires, without fuel, without theft. It is a holy tension. A physical altar. A mirror of the breath of God. Genesis says God formed man from the dust, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life—and man became a living soul. What the Scriptures call “breath,” the physicist calls “potential.” What the prophet names “spirit,” the engineer calls “field.” But they are the same thing. God separated the dust from the wind. He formed polarity. That was the first dipole. And it is still radiating. But then came Cain. Cain did not build an altar to give—he built it to take. He killed the offering and tried to offer the corpse. He inverted the registry. And now, so has the world. The power grid—the electrical web strung across the nations—is not neutral. It is a ritual. Every generator on Earth is built to do one thing: destroy the dipole. Every motor, every battery, every transformer—kills the very structure that pulls energy from the breath. We do not generate power. We consume the altar. And the saints? We are the last ones left. We are the only dipoles that still honor the original breath. We are the last thrones of light that do not need fuel. Tesla tried to restore it. Maxwell saw it. Bearden proved it. The Scriptures declared it. And now we say it again: You are the offering. You are the altar. You are the registry throne. Every breath you take in alignment with love, consecration, and truth—draws power from eternity. Every word spoken in resonance with the Living God reinstates the registry. Every act of worship, every moment of stillness, every consecrated breath—is the resurrection of the dipole. The lights of Babylon will fail. The grid will collapse. The false altar will burn. But the living breath will rise. And the remnant will shine. Because you cannot plug in the Spirit. And you cannot download the registry. You must breathe it. And be it. Forever. Part 1: The Breath Was Polarity In the beginning, breath was not just life—it was separation. When the Creator breathed into Adam, He did more than animate flesh. He established polarity. He placed spirit into matter. He split heaven from earth, the invisible from the visible, the eternal from the temporal. That breath was not metaphor. It was architecture. It was a dividing line—a cosmic voltage that set all motion into being. This was not a poetic act. It was the birth of structure. Every act of creation that followed echoed that same formula: light from dark, waters above from waters below, male from female. Each was a sacred rift, a holy division, a split encoded with potential. The universe was not born from chaos. It was born from ordered separation. And it is this separation—this divine tension—that we now call the dipole. In the realm of electromagnetism, a dipole is the simplest field structure: a positive charge and a negative charge held apart. From this separation, an electric field is born. This field pulls energy—not from a generator, not from fuel—but from the very vacuum of space. It is a wound in the void that bleeds power. A breath-shaped pattern etched into the invisible, calling down light into form. In physical terms, the dipole is the only thing known to man that draws usable energy from the vacuum. It is the scientific equivalent of a living altar. And this altar was never meant to be destroyed. But that’s exactly what the modern world has done. From the moment we began building systems that close the loop—electrical circuits that feed back into themselves—we began killing the breath. In technical terms, a “closed-loop” power system destroys its own dipole. The moment the system is switched on, the offering is consumed. It cannot be restored. What we call “generating power” is nothing more than murdering the altar faster than it can recover. It’s the Cain ritual on a ...
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  • Registry Reclaimed – What They Never Wanted You to Know About Motion, Matter, and the Breath

    Registry Reclaimed – What They Never Wanted You to Know About Motion, Matter, and the Breath
    Aug 8 2025
    Registry Reclaimed – What They Never Wanted You to Know About Motion, Matter, and the Breath Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6xancg-registry-reclaimed-what-they-never-wanted-you-to-know-about-motion-matter-a.html Watch Architecture of Breath Video There is a ledger written before time, and you are in it. Not as a name on a list, but as a frequency, a motion, a breath. Every step you take sends a ripple into the field. Every word you speak is a vibration offered to the registry. And every act of defiance or obedience is encoded—not in memory, but in motion itself. But you were never told that. They taught you that motion is intrinsic. That mass moves because it exists. That inertia is just the stubbornness of matter and space is empty—a silent void. But the truth is far more alive, and far more holy. Motion is not sovereign. It is permissioned. The force that resists your acceleration is not your mass, but the breath of the field pushing back. The zero-point sea is watching. Every time you move, you are asking it for passage. And it responds—because the registry remembers. This is why they silenced the ether. Why they murdered the field. Why they replaced healing frequencies with poison and turned sacred sound into sonic warfare. Because the registry was proof of authorship. And where there is an Author, there is a throne. But the registry is not dead. It was hidden. Stolen. Encoded. Ritualized. Weaponized. And now, it is returning. The saints are waking up. The frequencies are being reclaimed. The breath is being sanctified again. Tonight, we tear the veil off the machine. We expose the theft. We unmask the Beast’s version of motion and matter. And we restore what was always ours: The registry of the breath. Part 1: The Lie of Isolated Motion They told us that mass moves because it wants to. That motion is a function of force applied to an object with mass, and that’s all we need to know. It’s Newton’s gospel—F equals ma. No spirit. No field. No breath. Just cause and effect in a dead universe. But this was never the full truth. Newton’s laws assume that mass contains within itself the resistance to change. That inertia is somehow embedded in the object, as if resistance is a property like shape or color. But Newton never explained why this resistance exists—only that it does. Then came Ernst Mach, who dared to ask: What if inertia isn’t in the object at all? What if it’s relational—tied to everything else in the universe? What if the stars and galaxies themselves, through some unknown force, lend their weight to your resistance? This was dangerous thinking. Because if inertia is not local, then mass is not sovereign. And if motion requires permission from something outside the object, then motion itself is a covenant, not a guarantee. So science made a decision. It abandoned the question. It killed the ether. Einstein's relativity replaced relational mechanics with a geometry of spacetime, sterile and mathematical, but no less evasive. The universe was now a machine of metrics—not a communion of breath. And with that, the registry was buried. What replaced it was the lie of isolation. That your body is a self-contained system. That your movement is your own. That your acceleration through the world is the result of muscle and will alone. But every motion has a witness. Every change of velocity has a reaction. And that reaction is not just physical—it is field-based, registry-encoded, and breath-aware. The lie of isolated motion was never scientific. It was ritual. Because if motion is registered, then intention is judged. And if inertia is not yours, then neither is the path. Someone, somewhere, is holding the scroll. And every time you move, it is being written. Part 2: Inertia as Vacuum Resistance In 1994, something happened that should have shattered physics. Two men—Bernard Haisch and Alfonso Rueda—published a paper that dared to explain inertia without mass. They proposed what no mainstream model would touch: inertia is not a built-in feature of matter—it is a reaction from the quantum vacuum. Their claim was simple but heretical: when an object accelerates, it does not resist out of stubbornness. It resists because it is moving through the breath-field—what they called the zero-point electromagnetic field, or ZPF. This omnipresent field fills all of space, even at absolute zero, and when you push against it, it pushes back. Not as a metaphor. Not as mysticism. As physics. The quantum vacuum is not empty. It is alive with fluctuations, a sea of whispering waves and unresolved energy. It is the breath before the word—the Spirit hovering over the deep. And when a body accelerates, the symmetry of that field breaks. What was once still becomes directional. A stress forms. A push. And the body feels it. This is inertia. Not a thing—but a field response. A ...
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  • Gate of the Gods: How the Ancient Altars Became Stargates of the Beast

    Gate of the Gods: How the Ancient Altars Became Stargates of the Beast
    Aug 7 2025
    Gate of the Gods: How the Ancient Altars Became Stargates of the Beast Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6x8v2o-gate-of-the-gods-how-the-ancient-altars-became-stargates-of-the-beast.html Opening Monologue There was a time when altars were not built to impress—but to interface. They weren’t monuments to the dead—they were engines of the living. In a desert near Cairo, where the priests no longer sing and the sand has swallowed the path, lies the last remnant of a truth so powerful, it could unravel the foundations of religion, science, and power itself. The place is called Abu Ghurab. But in the ancient tongue, it was known as the Place of the Gods. According to Wikipedia, Abu Gorab, is a locality in Egypt situated 9.3 mi South of Cairo, between Saqqarah and Al-Jīzah, about 1 km (0.62 mi) north of Abusir, on the edge of the desert plateau on the western bank of the Nile. The locality is best known for the solar temple of King Nyuserre Ini, the largest and best preserved solar temple, as well as the solar temple of Userkaf, both built in the 25th century BCE during the Old Kingdom Period. Evidence suggests that as many as six solar temples were constructed during the 5th Dynasty, however, only the two temples previously mentioned (Nyussere's and Userkaf's) have been excavated. Abu Gorab is also the site of an Early Dynastic burial ground dating back to the First Dynasty. North of Nyuserre's sun temple is a cemetery dating back to the First Dynasty of Egypt (c. 3100–2900 BCE), where people belonging to the middle ranks of the Ancient Egyptian society were buried. The area was primarily used as a burial site during the 5th dynasty and became nearly obsolete as a necropolis after the 5th dynasty. The Sun Temple of Nyuserre was excavated by Egyptologists Ludwig Borchardt and Friedrich Willhelm von Bissing sometime between 1898 and 1901, on behalf of the Berlin Museum. The sun temple is situated near Memphis, and is closely linked with the Abusir necropolis, both geographically and functionally. The temple was constructed on the orders of Nyuserre Ini, sixth king of the Fifth Dynasty of Egypt. The exact dates of his reign are unknown but it is estimated that he came to the throne early in the second half of the 25th century BCE. Nyuserre also built a pyramid complex in what was then the royal necropolis, 1 km (0.62 mi) to the south of Abu Gorab in Abusir. The temple was probably constructed late during Nyuserre's reign. It was built in honor of the Egyptian Sun god Ra and named (Ssp-ib-R’) meaning “Re’s Favorite Place” or "Joy of Re." The temple consists of a rectangular walled enclosure, 100 by 76 meters with an entrance situated on the eastern face. The complex is primarily built out of mudbrick covered with limestone, and is situated on the shores of the ancient Abusir lake bed. The main temple was built on a natural hill that had been enhanced. Artificial terraces on this hill were created, which then served as the foundation for the temple. Entrance to the temple is gained through a small structure called the Valley Temple, on the eastern edge of the complex. It is partially submerged and has suffered extensive damage. It is known that an entrance corridor ran from the portico through the building and led to a causeway on the opposite side. Inside the temple is a large, open courtyard. At the western end of the courtyard lie the ruins of a colossal stone obelisk. The obelisk had a pedestal red-granite base, sloping sides, and a square top. The obelisk itself, however, was constructed out of irregularly shaped limestone blocks. Estimates of the combined height of the obelisk and base vary, although the obelisk was most likely between thirty-five and fifty meters tall. An altar is located in the center of the courtyard, near the eastern face of the obelisk. It was constructed from five large blocks of alabaster, which are arranged to form a symbol that has been translated as "May Ra be satisfied". Records recovered from Userkaf's sun temple, suggest that two oxen and two geese were sacrificed each day. On the North side of the courtyard are the remains of several storerooms, which may have been where the sacrificial animals were slaughtered. Along the east wall of the courtyard are a set of nine circular alabaster basins. It has been theorized that there were originally ten basins. Some scholars believe these basins were used to collect blood from animal sacrifice. To support this hypothesis, they point to evidence of grooves cut into the stone floor of the courtyard that may have been used to drain away the blood. Other researchers, however, think that the basins were probably only symbolic, or decorative, since no knives or other equipment related to sacrifice have been discovered in the area. It has also been hypothesized that these basins were used as leveling devices for large areas, linked together and filled with water to provide a common point ...
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  • Crop Circles Decoded

    Crop Circles Decoded
    Aug 6 2025
    Crop Circles Decoded Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6x3ope-crop-circles-decoded.html Opening Monologue: There are messages being burned into the Earth, and the world calls them mysteries. They call them beautiful. They call them harmless curiosities of wind or weather. They even call them messages from “higher beings.” But tonight, we call them what they are: satanic sigils — ritual inscriptions into the very skin of the Earth. From the first strange rings in English barley fields, to the massive fractal pictograms that stunned the world in the early 1990s, crop circles have been sold as curiosities, as evidence of UFO landings, as the playful art of pranksters. But the truth is more dangerous, more ancient, and more prophetic. These circles are not random. They are not art. They are the counterfeit pages of a book being written into the registry of Creation — a false Book of Life. The true Book of Life, the Word tells us, is the living registry of breath — every soul inscribed by the hand of God, tethered back to His eternal Spirit. To be in that Book is to be sealed for eternity, alive in Christ. But the enemy has always counterfeited what he cannot create. And in the crop fields of England, and across the world, the Beast system has been burning sigils of power, using plasma vortices, ley-line alignments, and fractal codes to inscribe a counterfeit registry. The message unfolds like a ritual script. The early circles of the 1980s were the Seals — single, double, quintuplet formations marking the summoning of a new covenant. The Golden Age of 1989 and 1990 brought pictograms: ladders, halos, grapeshot — the calling of the Thrones, the pathways of a false covenant carved into the Earth. Then, in 1991, came the Barbury Castle tetrahedron, a counterfeit Trinity, claiming divine authority. And finally, the Mandelbrot Set, the signature of infinite recursion — a false promise of eternal life through endless self-similar repetition, divorced from the Source of Breath. Each circle, each pictogram, was not a mystery. It was a page in the enemy’s book, a counterfeit inscription into the Earth’s registry grid. They appeared around ancient altars like Stonehenge and Avebury, not by chance, but because the ley-lines of the Earth are the altar stones of this world — the power nodes where breath and gravity converge. And when people entered these formations, what did they experience? Compass needles spinning, black flashes blotting out the sun, electrical failures, sudden healings, and out-of-body encounters. These are not the fruits of the Spirit. These are the signatures of ritual gateways — psychic contracts binding human breath to the counterfeit registry. The world calls them beautiful. We call them a warning. These sigils are a bullhorn of the New Age, broadcasting the enemy’s counterfeit Book of Life into the fields, into the consciousness of mankind, into the very grid of the planet. The question we face tonight is not whether crop circles are real. They are. The question is: which book will your breath be written in? The true Book of Life, sealed in the Lamb who was slain? Or the counterfeit registry of fractal recursion, where your breath is harvested, divided, and recycled for the Beast? Part 1: The Seals Opened in the Fields When we trace the history of crop circles, we find they are not a modern phenomenon at all. The records go back centuries. In 1678, a woodcut was published of what became known as the Mowing Devil. A farmer who had argued with a laborer swore he would rather the devil mow his field. That night, a fiery light was seen, and in the morning the field was cut in precise circles. The story was dismissed as folklore, but the design matches what we now call crop circles. A few years later, in 1686, Oxford professor Robert Plot described “fairy circles” in grass fields, some as wide as 40 yards across. He speculated that lightning strikes were to blame. Yet the locals called them fairy rings — the domain of spirits and the signs of enchantment. These were the first whispers of registry sigils burned into the land. Fast forward to the twentieth century. In 1934, a woman named Katherine Skin in Cambridgeshire witnessed two circles form before her eyes on a hot August day. The event was preceded by a whirlwind, but when she entered the circle, she found stalks plaited in strange patterns. In the 1960s, reports came from Warminster of circles forming after booming noises in the night, accompanied by lights and humming. By the late 1970s, the phenomenon was unmistakable — circles pressed into fields, too precise to be mere storms, too frequent to be dismissed as coincidence. By 1980, the English press began reporting on them. What started as simple circles soon became doubles, triples, and quintuplets. These were the first Seals, appearing one by one as if a script were being opened. Year after year, the ...
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