Nothing is more comical and perhaps more pathetic than when these internet pundits start with their numerology. “9,13, 33, 7, 666...” As no less a genius than George Berkeley himself noted they, “put a price on the most trifling numerical theorems that are of no practical use and serve only to pass the time; and it has infected the minds of some people so much that they have dreamed of mighty mysteries involved in numbers, and tried to explain natural things by means of them.” Me? They remind me of Jethro doing his ciphers in the Beverly Hillbillys.
After almost a hundred years of bit rot the simulation is highly unstable. I don’t own a lot of clothes. I have two black Nike hoodies, one double extra-large Michael Jordon, almost brand new for wearing out to airports and New York City. The other; a beat up one that I use for occasional farmwork. I looked in my closet the other day and now I have three. Two almost brand-new ones, the Michael Jordon and an identical regular Nike with the label cut off the neck, which I always do with regular Nikes. A lot of people do. No one needs a fabric of unknown origins digging into the base of their skull where the spine meets the brain. If I didn’t know better, I would wonder what would possess manufacturers to put their label there. But the strangest part is on the right sleeve there’s the very same bleach stain my old Nike regular one has had since it was practically brand new. I have three cats, so I am constantly using Clorox to sterilize my food preparation areas.
I am not crazy nor forgetful I know exactly what’s in my closet and its not the first time. I have also found two almost brand-new pairs of white Nike socks in my sock draw which I threw away because they freaked me out. I don’t own any Nike white sox and only one pair of old black ones. Another time I found a worn-out dirt-stained pair that looked like they came from the eighties when I had dozens of pairs just like it for work. Those I kept and I won’t be throwing away my new hoodie either. Now I’m hoping I’ll wake up twenty-seven years old and back in the eighties. Just like Agent Cooper in Twin Peaks the Return some changes would be made and perhaps you wouldn’t find yourself drifting further and further into Xibalba.
I do meticulous research. A year or two ago I marked off 2:25:50 and 5:02:20 in History of the Conquest of Mexico Part 1/3 of the full Audiobook by William H. PRESCOTT where there were references to Cortez finding the bones of giants. Recently I looked and the links went nowhere because the audiobook is no longer extant but the links I marked on part 2/3 and 3/3 were fine. Part 1/3 of the same series had simply disappeared. After an extensive search I found it but there was no longer any mention of giants.
A month or two ago my credit score inexplicably plummeted from 778 to 660. Try as I might I found no way to contact any of the three credit rating companies by anything but snail mail so I ordered a written credit report for ten dollars intending to do just that. I saw the sale went through on the bank statement but I never got the credit report in the mail. When I checked the ten-dollar receipt was no longer on the bank statement.
The first time I got up close and personal with the so-called Mandala Effect was in 2016 when I used Raphaels famous painting; The Mass at Bolsena to illustrate The Blood of Christ – Hemorrhagic Fever, Expendable Humans and Bacteria Gone BeZerk, Paint It Blue… when I published it in Veterans Today. I love red and the painting had some of the deepest richest hues of red I’d ever seen. When I looked again the painting was gone from the post. So, I Googled it intending to put it back up but the painting was now a drab abomination with virtually no red at all.
Some of the most obvious Mandala effects are the human heart now resides in the center of the chest when it used to be to the left. As an expert with a knife, I know that one by heart, triple pun intended. How about Ed McMahon never worked for Publishers Clearing House? Only the cockroach like NPC’s or kids too young to remember Johnny Carson can’t see that one. And then there’s the Monopoly guy never had a monocle, perhaps the most absurd of them all. There’s a million of them and they are increasing as we are sucked further into Jornada del Muerto as Lynch would say or Xibalba as is proper.
When mention of the iconic Black actor Laurence Fishburn’s name comes up most people will immediately point to his role in The Matrix. The NPC’s have been convinced by their keepers that this 1999 corny homogenized knockoff of Preston Nichols landmark 1992 book The Montauk Project: Experiments in Time is a legitimate explanation of the simulation. It is Hollywood tripe. Fishburn also starred in Event Horizon a 1997 movie that pulled no punches. Fishburn is the captain of a spaceship sent to investigate the reappearance of an eponymously named spaceship; Event Horizon which actually crossed the Event Horizon. What he finds is the Event Horizon has been to Xibalba/Hell and brought it back with her.
To Watch Event Horizon: https://tinyurl.com/2jxbef8d
According to general relativity, there is a singularity in the center of a black hole that is infinitely dense. Once across the black holes’ event horizon, nothing can escape that singularity. The inevitable can be prolonged by an object accelerating away maybe even by jumping through time, but sooner or later it will reach freefall and be torn apart in a process so violent that it is sometimes referred to as spaghettification or the noodle effect by scientists. In the end, it is crushed into something so dense it is infinite.
In general relativity, there is a yawning black hole at the center of the galaxy sustained by the essences of the all the worlds that it has destroyed. Everything corporeal is destined to one day be swept over its event horizon. The black hole sits like an ever-expanding open drain at the bottom of the ocean.
All matter must, in due time, be crushed into the infinite density that feeds its primordial singularity. It is the fate of all that is to be crushed back into what H. P. Lovecraft called “the crawling chaos…”
All but the stupidest of NPC’s now know Napolean was being quite literal when he said, “History is a set of lies agreed upon.” It’s appallingly obvious that Europeans, Asians and perhaps even Africans have had contact with the “New World” since Christianity first blackened the collective soul of man a thousand years ago. The Mayans, refuges from the days before Sumer, were delegated as the timekeepers for the human race but the devils in Rome “thought” they could have more than the thousand years that were allotted them by measuring time with their Gregorian calendar and deleting the Mayans from the face of the earth. Predictably their childish fantasy did not work, and the sands of time were far beyond the control of the devil in the pointy hat.
The true calendar the Mayan calendar is based on the number 13. It’s divided into 13 Baktuns. Each Baktun equals 144,000 days. When all 13 Baktuns are completed the calendar resets to zero and the Mayan doomsday scenario takes place. As we know from the Chronicles of Akakor the Mayan calendar begins August 11, 3113 B.C. setting the date for its expiration on December 21, 2013, coinciding with the now all but forgotten event of “Comet Ison.”
In the Mayan Book of the Jaguar Priests or Chilam Balam it is written that the road from the stars will descend from the sky and the thirteen Gods of Heaven, and nine Gods of Hell will come to earth. It would happen at the black hole. At the crossroads, an image would appear in the sky, and the dark kingdom of Xibalba, a place of demons, would manifest upon the earth. The Cthulhu mythos is the nightmarish legacy of H. P. Lovecraft. He wrote the old ones were sleeping in the bottomless depths of the oceans until the time when the right astral alignment will awaken them, and they will once again walk the earth reigning over an unspeakable kingdom of darkness. You are more than halfway there…
This is part 1 of the countdown to spaghettification, they’ll be more and as promised it will be behind the paywall.
Further Reading:
Black Sun Rising I By Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)
Black Sun Rising III by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)
LUCIFER in the Temple of the Dog II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)
By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.
Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)
Really excellent Jack, I know you hate Evangelicals but my Evangelical women are into manifesting the reality they want, including the men around them, lucky me, still here.
America is now like that snake that eats its tale.
Every day someone falls out of the economy. To live in a car or a tent or an RV. Then trump signs an executive order making being a tent dweller a crime.
Didn’t schlomo start out in a tent?
Try as I might to find the original citations to my contribution I cannot, Jack. I have found others, but some of the most important ones are simply no longer there. It's most perplexing.