The Polyethylene Glycol Factor or PEGS for Pigs

Paint it Black

I’m going to come out from behind the cover of my Substack paywall and level with all of you fortunate or considering the circumstances perhaps unfortunate enough to read this. I am not a naturel man and the life I have led is completely alien to anything you have grown accustomed to believing is reality. I have always been a stranger in a strange land, I believe the pre-Christian Gnostics called it Allogenes. Beyond love and hate I am devoid of all the rest of the emotions you consider imperative to your own humanity. Indeed, I have always looked at life in the same way you view a television show that you are not really interested in. Ten years ago, one of the Others, the one I am here for, told me my demons had found me. As far as I was concerned that was their problem…

I began to write, first a book about Her and I, then the history of the human race and all the ways men have been deceived. The writings, aided by my uncannily perceptive researcher Orage, took on a life of their own building to a crescendo with two pieces to close off 2015: MK Ultra – Cybernetic Mutation, Remote Controlled Slaves, Dragon Soldiers and a Zombie Empire; Paint it Blue and Blood of Christ: Paint It Blue Hemorrhagic Fever, Expendable Humans and Bacteria Gone BeZerk. A lot of words, which is why I just call them Paint it Blue in homage to the famous line of the great Irish novelist James Joyce who said, “I have to turn my head until my darkness goes,” the inspiration for the Iconic Rolling Stones piece Paint it Black…

Paint it Blue was about the science currently being feverishly deployed by the upper echelons of your world to control you but surely would destroy your world, hence paint it black. I did not come right out and spell things out for the readers, which were millions. I merely listed the facts stopping short at Morgellons in everything but my notes, long ago lost. My warnings, which I knew they would be, were either ignored altogether or dismissed as mere curiosities by my target audience.

Aided by cinematic genius David Lynch I spent the next few years trying to explain to Her and the others why we were here and how useless it was to try and resist our fate. Again, no one listened, and they responded by killing my cat Tookie, which was also my familiar and the thing I loved most in this world, outside of Her.

What could I do, now I felt hollower inside than ever before and I responded by writing, again with the help of Orage and this time David Lynch, The Tookie Memorial Post, Sīrius Calling I and Chaioth ha-Qadosh - Tookie Memorial Post, Sīrius Calling II. I went to Europe and participated in a series of miracles that should have astounded the whole world, but instead due to the nature of the Mandela effect went largely unnoticed by all but those who were observing and only catalyzed those forces aligned against me. When I returned, I was Grim and resolved to watch their world burn, and each and every one of you, sentient or not, die right along with them. You had your chance, instead you choose Facebook and Twitter…

At this late hour Dr. Gabriel with a very big assist from the enigmatic Poornima Wagh seems to have put it all together. It won’t do anyone any good now unless these great ones among you are given far more than YouTube podiums, something more in the line of control of the world’s military assets. Vladmir Putin is trying but I really don’t know if he knows what he is up against. We will be watching from right here on this Substack page. Mike Kay will be instructing you as to what it will take to transcend the destruction of your physical bodies in The Human. Because as that woman who is with Dr. Gabriel, God bless her eternal soul, says, you have an etheric body which the Black Goo cannot touch…

“a reminder

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