The spellings change, but Ioten, Jotun in are perhaps the most common in English. Both derive from the the Old Norse, which translates into "Devourer".
The Norn was both the Seeress, and the interpreter of destiny. In the ancient lore the three great Norns were Ioten.
Destiny was, to the ancestors, a force required to be sensate, truly alive.
From my own investigations, the injection is not sensate, not truly alive. I wrote about the bugs in the blood some time ago, and I assign this directly to the Archontic, and even described one particular event where they looked at me through the eyes of their host.
The question regarding the Archon is both complex and poorly described by modernity. They are not aliens in any sort of spaceship sense, although they have been conflated with a great many explanations of the cosmos.
I've also written that graphene and graphene oxide are present in the injections. I did so because of the powerful magnetic properties to these heavy industrial materials. One might recall the experience of a number of the injected who found themselves highly magnetic. Also because graghene is now common in certain nanotechnologies, known for its superconductivity.
There are some things I alluded to, without fully describing, because of the immense depth of the topic. One of these is the metal we all know as gold.
What I called dead DNA is broken chromosomes, and this is intended to bond the industrial with the organic, because this is absorbed by the injected, and it genetically modifies that recipient. Similarly, animal DNA is employed for the same purpose. Together with gold and graphene, this is the bonding of the image of the machine and living being, transhumanism.
I've also described how this injection works to isolate the recipient from higher functioning, which is observed as steep cognitive decline. Of course, the implications of this I mostly left up to the reader, but they include a nullification of the wheel of rebirth, a complete rejection of the moving destiny that is life.
Dear Sir, you are a bit new to me (I probably haven't known of you because I figured VT for an op, for whatever reason, several years ago) , via John Kaminski (whom I've followed for many years). This was outstanding, and I really look forward to your next one. I know about much of the "Esoterica" of which you guys are touching upon, but the knowledge and experience just blows me away- as in, SOMEONE is SAYING it, not the generic stuff we've gotten over the years. I am grateful for your Work, and that of all of our friends in this, and Truly appreciate you. Have a great day, Jack,
So if it is indeed true, the problem is not so much the type of the shot as what is added in the solution...
Maybe covertly by one of the contracted suppliers?
I also recently read an interesting story by Richard Sharpe Shaver entitled: "Invasion of the Micro-Men" about taking over the minds of a population with micro men as bacteria.
I share with you the beginning of Chapter IV : The Death of a Nation of God-Like Men, to illustrate this point :
"Back in the High Court, things had changed from the scene of a few
days ago. Lolling in the great throne of chalcedony which was the
ruler's throne of Justice, stretched the twisted, evil limbs of the Chief of
the Jotuns. About him lounged the other members of his crew in grinning
triumph. Beside them crouched the beautiful forms of Nor maids. Their eyes
were blank pools of pain, their lovely floating hair now tangles of madness;
their clothes that hung so irresistibly on the thrilling rounds of the limbs of
the Norwomen trailed now in tatters, or not at all. On that too-white, tooluscious
skin that is the mark of Nor blood, purple bruises bloomed where kicks or blows had shown the gratitude of the Jotuns for services rendered.
But all the Nor maids humbled themselves in the same attitude of mindless
obeisance to a master. Something had happened to them that left them
obedient slaves. Over the great green marble floor raced the children of the
Jotuns in mad play, while among them stumbled the great Nor men bearing
food on trays, flagons of stimulative potions or priceless samples of the
mechanical art of stim manufacture; or, quite often, leading a loved daughter
or female relative for appraisal by one of the Jotuns. And on all the faces sat
the same mindless, slavish expression as of a beaten dog-through all the
many chambers of the great cavern.
". . and if we play our cards correctly"-the Chief of the Jotuns was
expounding to his swarthy, intent followers-"the riches of all this soft
nation of Nor will fall in our laps. When someone comes here, he will not be
allowed to leave; when a ray from the city inquires-straightaway that ray
dies at his mech. And if anyone smells a rat-him they will send here first-
and we will give him a hatful of our little friends to carry back to his friends
with him. Ah, it was a lucky day I stumbled upon the micro race that fled
from the great laboratories of some far world. And a luckier day when I noted
on the pages of an ancient book with which I was starting a fire the details of
the use of a similar race and the methods used to keep them under control.
'Life of the Microcosm', the book was called, and told how they had
controlled and used the tiny life as a weapon. Long ago such life was used as
a weapon by the race who rules space now; but the thing has been forgotten.
The book told how the tiny life was trained to eat away the connecting tissues
of the brain cells and so render an enemy witless. Why, those untold millions
of little people hear my thought and obey it before I have even realized what
it is myself. My thought has been their law, because I have shown them for so
many years that in no other way can they win the rewards they crave and of
which only I know the nature. Ah, many years I trained them to attack only
the enemy. Now, I have my reward."
So, he was probably in the know about certain aspects of what we experience today, like Rudolf Steiner did. He deals with a lot of interesting themes in his stories.
I just bought the Kindle addition for a dollar; you got a link I can cut and paste from Romain? This is a smoking gun for the black goo. The Jotun are from the Antarctic and Shaver is the voice of the SS, I think you may have just found the next Z plan. Let me read it.
While I'm at it, there is also this interesting passage in the following story "The Masked Word", which talks about an oppressed society located several miles below New York (Chapter IV) :
[...]We are hungry, nothing is done for the people of the city, everything against us. Yet still I think the mask is better on than off, for to remove the ancient mask that hides our life from surface men would result in similar slavery and degradation for all of them.”
“But, Bill, when some mad little nomad ray decides it is time to start his epidemic of simulated rheumatic fever—or influenza or whatever—and sets out with his collection of antique junk to simulate all the sensations and ill results of disease—the surface men would know and find some way in time of defending themselves from such silly and devouring persecution. They might even find a way of helping us—there are so many good minds among such a great number of educated people.”
A superb monologue, by the way, Jack!
But whom is destined to be killed, before reaching old Bombay?
A Troubadour, from Cox' Bizarre, on the Road to Mandalay?
But, Azov, today, one hears, Koba's organs sing their tune.
The National Guard resplendent with their fine Wölfsangel rune,
"Peace and Lvov? Lviv and let die?"
Are you a cruel, or a caring guy?
Dive, Dnieper than you've never gone before...
Let's not Minsk about, Neocons are knocking at the door.
Let's not twist and shout, Gorbachev became Schlomo's whore.
The most liberal of the 'Liberals' are clamouring for war!
Change the launch codes please, and remove the crash test dummy,
or at least remove his fingers, the shitty arsed old Mummy!
Please excuse my Friday night doggerel, my friends.
"Words are all I have left to play with..."
Ride of the Valkyries intro! Thats when you know shits gettin real!
The spellings change, but Ioten, Jotun in are perhaps the most common in English. Both derive from the the Old Norse, which translates into "Devourer".
The Norn was both the Seeress, and the interpreter of destiny. In the ancient lore the three great Norns were Ioten.
Destiny was, to the ancestors, a force required to be sensate, truly alive.
From my own investigations, the injection is not sensate, not truly alive. I wrote about the bugs in the blood some time ago, and I assign this directly to the Archontic, and even described one particular event where they looked at me through the eyes of their host.
The question regarding the Archon is both complex and poorly described by modernity. They are not aliens in any sort of spaceship sense, although they have been conflated with a great many explanations of the cosmos.
I've also written that graphene and graphene oxide are present in the injections. I did so because of the powerful magnetic properties to these heavy industrial materials. One might recall the experience of a number of the injected who found themselves highly magnetic. Also because graghene is now common in certain nanotechnologies, known for its superconductivity.
There are some things I alluded to, without fully describing, because of the immense depth of the topic. One of these is the metal we all know as gold.
What I called dead DNA is broken chromosomes, and this is intended to bond the industrial with the organic, because this is absorbed by the injected, and it genetically modifies that recipient. Similarly, animal DNA is employed for the same purpose. Together with gold and graphene, this is the bonding of the image of the machine and living being, transhumanism.
I've also described how this injection works to isolate the recipient from higher functioning, which is observed as steep cognitive decline. Of course, the implications of this I mostly left up to the reader, but they include a nullification of the wheel of rebirth, a complete rejection of the moving destiny that is life.
Dear Sir, you are a bit new to me (I probably haven't known of you because I figured VT for an op, for whatever reason, several years ago) , via John Kaminski (whom I've followed for many years). This was outstanding, and I really look forward to your next one. I know about much of the "Esoterica" of which you guys are touching upon, but the knowledge and experience just blows me away- as in, SOMEONE is SAYING it, not the generic stuff we've gotten over the years. I am grateful for your Work, and that of all of our friends in this, and Truly appreciate you. Have a great day, Jack,
Sincerely, David S.
Jack. Definitely more of this. I love all the writings, but hearing you speak it is amazing. Great work all around.
More is coming Steve...
It was great to be able to hear you with good audio quality this time !
I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did!
PS: cool photo by the way !
To come back to a part of the discussion about the injections, the Quinta Columna team apparently did find nanotech in the Sputnik too.
https://rumble.com/vtdsxn-graphene-oxide-and-microtechnology-found-in-vaccination-vials-analyzed-in-a.html
(see from 27 minutes 15)
So if it is indeed true, the problem is not so much the type of the shot as what is added in the solution...
Maybe covertly by one of the contracted suppliers?
I also recently read an interesting story by Richard Sharpe Shaver entitled: "Invasion of the Micro-Men" about taking over the minds of a population with micro men as bacteria.
I share with you the beginning of Chapter IV : The Death of a Nation of God-Like Men, to illustrate this point :
"Back in the High Court, things had changed from the scene of a few
days ago. Lolling in the great throne of chalcedony which was the
ruler's throne of Justice, stretched the twisted, evil limbs of the Chief of
the Jotuns. About him lounged the other members of his crew in grinning
triumph. Beside them crouched the beautiful forms of Nor maids. Their eyes
were blank pools of pain, their lovely floating hair now tangles of madness;
their clothes that hung so irresistibly on the thrilling rounds of the limbs of
the Norwomen trailed now in tatters, or not at all. On that too-white, tooluscious
skin that is the mark of Nor blood, purple bruises bloomed where kicks or blows had shown the gratitude of the Jotuns for services rendered.
But all the Nor maids humbled themselves in the same attitude of mindless
obeisance to a master. Something had happened to them that left them
obedient slaves. Over the great green marble floor raced the children of the
Jotuns in mad play, while among them stumbled the great Nor men bearing
food on trays, flagons of stimulative potions or priceless samples of the
mechanical art of stim manufacture; or, quite often, leading a loved daughter
or female relative for appraisal by one of the Jotuns. And on all the faces sat
the same mindless, slavish expression as of a beaten dog-through all the
many chambers of the great cavern.
". . and if we play our cards correctly"-the Chief of the Jotuns was
expounding to his swarthy, intent followers-"the riches of all this soft
nation of Nor will fall in our laps. When someone comes here, he will not be
allowed to leave; when a ray from the city inquires-straightaway that ray
dies at his mech. And if anyone smells a rat-him they will send here first-
and we will give him a hatful of our little friends to carry back to his friends
with him. Ah, it was a lucky day I stumbled upon the micro race that fled
from the great laboratories of some far world. And a luckier day when I noted
on the pages of an ancient book with which I was starting a fire the details of
the use of a similar race and the methods used to keep them under control.
'Life of the Microcosm', the book was called, and told how they had
controlled and used the tiny life as a weapon. Long ago such life was used as
a weapon by the race who rules space now; but the thing has been forgotten.
The book told how the tiny life was trained to eat away the connecting tissues
of the brain cells and so render an enemy witless. Why, those untold millions
of little people hear my thought and obey it before I have even realized what
it is myself. My thought has been their law, because I have shown them for so
many years that in no other way can they win the rewards they crave and of
which only I know the nature. Ah, many years I trained them to attack only
the enemy. Now, I have my reward."
So, he was probably in the know about certain aspects of what we experience today, like Rudolf Steiner did. He deals with a lot of interesting themes in his stories.
"...the mindless, slavish expression, as of a beaten dog..."
As a Brit, I surely know that expression Romain.
I see my compatriots as the most enslaved and best whupped doggies.
That is of course what equips our finest lads to be the Dogs of War, surely?
I just bought the Kindle addition for a dollar; you got a link I can cut and paste from Romain? This is a smoking gun for the black goo. The Jotun are from the Antarctic and Shaver is the voice of the SS, I think you may have just found the next Z plan. Let me read it.
I should have sent you the link in my previous message.
Here is the link to all of Richard SS's texts, it's pretty complete:
https://1lib.fr/author/Richard%20S.%20Shaver
I used volume 2 of the Compendium.
In general, I was almost always able to find what I was looking for via this site, even sometimes rare publications.
Thanks got it as well
Got it, great work Romain
While I'm at it, there is also this interesting passage in the following story "The Masked Word", which talks about an oppressed society located several miles below New York (Chapter IV) :
[...]We are hungry, nothing is done for the people of the city, everything against us. Yet still I think the mask is better on than off, for to remove the ancient mask that hides our life from surface men would result in similar slavery and degradation for all of them.”
“But, Bill, when some mad little nomad ray decides it is time to start his epidemic of simulated rheumatic fever—or influenza or whatever—and sets out with his collection of antique junk to simulate all the sensations and ill results of disease—the surface men would know and find some way in time of defending themselves from such silly and devouring persecution. They might even find a way of helping us—there are so many good minds among such a great number of educated people.”
Again, you leave me speechless Romain, consistent excellence, its late for me but give me a few hours I'll be back.
picked up on that, did you nine, and you might be our most astute reader...
I'm the official delegate now Edwin, Preston went back to the real world
Great interview, thanks for sharing
Look at Romains comment nine, Shaver apparently wrote about this
Ha Ha Ha, hey you still got the video of us in the hotel in the Netherlands, post the link
link?
Good work Edwin, this is gold