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A short history lesson that should connect some dots about 9/11 that perfectly illustrates the ritualistic nature, the symbology and the predictive programming sorrounding the event.

They know exactly what they are doing. These people are Satanic, it’s a ritual for them, a human sacrifice and a desecration of Christianity. 🤔

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“Amorphous”

Amorphous was no more than a distant star when looking through the Serenity telescope, the distance from Earth was beyond the known horizon, and beyond would soon become the familiar destination not only for the future of mankind, but for its survival . . .

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Looking out the small hatch window from his circular shaped planetary resident pod, Mek watched the asteroid storm intensely as it swept over the planet’s base-land. Most of the storm had already dwindled down to rock sized chunks the size of golfballs to basketballs. His job was to go out after the storm using the hover-craft to oversee the damages, and then report his findings to the control center hub, which was built above and center to the base-land.

The orbital lasers had already been alerted, shooting up all the big stuff, and then allowing the rest out into deep space and beyond. Mek still had his hands on the sliding metal hatch-cover should the asteroid storm get too close.

Mek had been on planet Amorphous for the past 8 years, along with 879 other colonizers who together had blasted off from Earth aboard the largest starship ever built, during the final apocalyptic days of the great nuclear world war that had turned his homeland Earth into a smoldering charred chunk of black cyber-coal.

The Amorphous base-land had been built using discarded materials from previous space flights, pulling them from planetary orbit using cyber-cranes. Other components had been sent up from Earth years ago before the fallout. The sprawling complex was octagonal, stretching out twelve directions, each a few hundred yards. The enclosed above-surface walk-ways that were used to travel from pod to pod ~ all having been oxygenated with an updated Moxie terrestrial terrarium system used years ago when the “occupy Mars” initiative was still active ~ to explore living conditions for future colonizers.

Amorphous had striking differences from Mars, one of which being the blueish-gray color of its sandy surface top layer, about 8 inches in depth, over top of a hardened ice-like sub-surface that had a green glow when the sandy top layer was brushed back. Another difference was the gravitational pull being similar in theory to that of Earth, due to its magnetic core deep inside the planet, having opposing opposite ends. But being a great distance away from the Sun and other planets, created a negative effect on its magnetic base. The Amorphous temperature ranged from about 10 to 15 degrees on the dark side, and about 45 to 55 degrees on the main occupied side. The dark side always stayed in the dark because the planet never spinned on an axis like Earth did, leaving the main occupied side always dimly-lit from the Sun, with its distance at 275 million miles away. Water had been discovered in the frozen southern pole, and through a process of ice-mining, water was then piped-out and distributed to the Amorphous colonizers. Finally, using a page out of the “occupy Mars” program, a modified system of terraforming had been developed to provide a minimal amount of heat, although it wasn’t much ~ being so far away from the Sun ~ still keeping the main occupied side at 45 to 55 degrees. The colonizers were provided special thermo-regulated gear to suit either their occupation on Amorphous, or their location within the base-land.

An altered vegetarian diet was exclusive to the colonizers through the use of several dimly-lit domed terrariums that were placed strategically within the base-land, other pre-packaged and exotic items were occasionally brought in from time-travelers on interplanetary missions throughout the Amorphous galaxy.

Since there was no day or night on Amorphous, each new day was based on the orbital path of its moon, Phoursrom, which signaled the cycle of each new day when its orbital coordinate was positioned straight up above, at 01200. Or about every eighteen hours, using Earth-time. With the asteroid storm over, Mek closed the hatch cover to darken the pod, bedding down for his twelve hour privacy-cycle. During this time he could sleep, and do whatever else he wanted to do inside his pod, like research and communications to other galactic life-forms. The other six hours would be spent outside of the pod, doing his part to maintain the Amorphous lifestyle.

The great nuclear world war had been created and funded by the corporate shadow elite, and it was fueled by the military industrial war complex, permeating every farthest reach around the world. Ultimately destroying everything and most every being ~ except those 888 who were aboard the starship ~ bringing on hell’s fire and rage as faith and fate erupted in an explosive surge of violent apocalyptic fury.

There had been no wars on Amorphous, those who had colonized there all worked for and shared the common good of survival together. The interplanetary space-recon provided the necessary defense presence should there be an attack or invasion from sources or beings from other galaxies, with its main purpose being that of solar weather operations and communications for future colonization.

Amorphous was a stark and lonely planet in comparison to that of Earth. When the mighty starship blasted off and away during the final fury of Armageddon, Mek’s homeland Earth drew its last breath of life, leaving his homeland uninhabitable.

What Mek had come to miss the most from his life on Earth was the dawn, the sunlight gently awakening and warming each new day, acknowledging the sounds of nature syncing with the universe at the start of each new day . . . Those casual yet simple components of what once was symbolic and ritualistic ~ often believed to be part of a greater power ~ a place where humans lived and prospered for what was believed to be the common good of humanity’s survival.

Amorphous was then the destination for the future, and for the survival of mankind . . .

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“Shadow Entity”

While the corporate elite and the secret shadow conglomerates rule, we are being led down an apocalyptic rabbit hole by an entity that we cannot see or hear, its presence cloaked in evil.

We are being led, gaslit by the corporate elite and the ruling shadow entity. Fueled by legislative lobbying and the incessant quandary of political maneuvering, we are held in a blur ~ an intentional haze ~ being created to distract and divide the population while global strategies play-out like the pieces on a chess-board. Each move is choreographed to manufacture never ending wars created by those in the shadows that will manipulate and manage the population into a new world order.

Dystopia . . .

But there are those of us who understand that creating division among us is the first step to controlling the masses.

It is through this propaganda that false narratives and fake news are created, fueling media censorship ~ controlled by the shadow entity ~ to bind us all into a belief that ensures the safety of mankind’s survival.

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“New World Chosen”

As the last rocket flew over the final reckoning below, those selected onboard prepared for the new world entry, and shared a final view below of the aftermath of what once was their homeland Earth. The nuclear rain had already begun, it was acomposed of burnt fuel, ash, oil and debri from the explosions, the rising charred remains of a fiery death below, and the aftermath of the fallout. The upsweep met with the hyper-currents above to generate a nuclear tornado-like effect, pelting the interplanetary spacecraft with softball to basketball size chunks of nuclear discharge, creating extreme turbulence as the space-bound craft shook violently to climb above the chaos below. The crew and its chosen onboard colonizers were experiencing the last great final act ~ the eruption between faith and fate ~ It had been predicted to occur, and they were leaving during the final fury in the midst of it all.

They had been chosen . . .

The passengers’ genomic structures had been analyzed during the nose-swab screening made available from the corporate elite under the guise of a global viral outbreak, and were to be used in the fertilization process of a new beginning, a new world civilization on a different planet. Traveling to the beyond, space-bound to a distant galaxy, their mission would be to colonize a new world with their chosen genetic profiles.

Once their spacecraft rose above and through what was left of the Earth’s thin charred atmosphere, the ride from there on would be quiet, peaceful, and dark, until they were close enough to the new world planet to recognize the marker lights of the landing site. Passengers would then be allowed to unbuckle from the shoulder-torso safety belts, and remove their headgear. The rationed pre-packaged food would be available to them from the overhead compartments, although most would choose to sit quietly, reflecting on the nuclear apocalypse they had all just witnessed below. They would be of course relieved to be alive, yet individually, each of them then embracing what each of their futures within the new world would consist of.

It would be the dawn of interplanetary travel . . .

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Approaching the landing site, a distant sequence of timed blinks signaled the touchdown area as the lights became visible ~ three long three second blinks on, followed by two short one second blinks, then three long three second blinks on, then repeating ~ Passengers prepared for their descent down onto their future home planet, above and far away from their apocalyptic homeland, with Earth then becoming a distant speck in the cyber-sphere . . . Still seated within the spacecraft and looking out the small eight inch oval windows, the passengers viewed the baseball sized abandoned distant Earth smoldering into obscurity . . .

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It was a soft landing, touching-down on the new planet, a reddish to brown barren landscape with still black skies above. A few circular shaped silver reflected living pods were visible, alongside them were a couple of mobile rovers. Inside the craft, the green lights came on, signaling the passengers to unbuckle and gather their gear.

The passengers then lined up in a signal-file, one by one with each one stepping down off the craft ladder ~ with everything they owned and would need, strapped onto their backsides ~ onto the solid ground of a new world planet.

It was then time for those “chosen” . . . the “new world colonizers” . . . to embrace their new world homeland.

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Standing on the solid material of a new planet ~ after their eighty-eight day breakaway from the distant abandoned apocalyptic Earth far below ~ the crew and passengers helped each other to remove their headgear while taking in their first breaths of manufactured clean oxygen being pumped and circulated within a bio-terrarium that encased the new planet like a bubble. A result of the research from the “Moxie” blueprints, where carbon dioxide is split into carbon monoxide to make oxygen.

Surveying the landscape, they saw the construction of other colonies ongoing in every direction around them. Mobile hover-crafts loaded with building supplies and people zipped by overhead while the lunar-rovers that were left over from the early exploration programs traveled along the reddish-brown dusty planet drilling soil samples and photographing the activity going on, documenting everything.

They had been chosen . . .

The eighty passengers who had arrived had been selected from the extensive nose-swab screening procedures during the global outbreak, collecting and analyzing their genomic structures for the new world colonization. They were part of a much larger cross-section of human genetic specimens that had been specifically chosen for the purpose of re-generation, and the fertilization of a perfect new world order.

Their journey into the new frontier of outer space, known as “the beyond”, had provided them a new life on a new world planet, where they would settle and build the new world colonies. Their specific individual genomal structures would then allow for the fertilization and reproduction of a new world generation, not consummated on Earth.

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The day would then come in the new world’s future, when a young generation of new “star-gazers”, looking up into the night sky, might again ponder the existence of life somewhere else out there in space, on a distant planet . . .

Asking the question “are we alone out here” ?

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“Distant Echo”

Standing on the rubble that was left of the Metro City Tower, Zareg looked out over the crumbled twisted aftermath, he pondered if there were more survivors, and then noticed the distant sounds of synthesized bell-tones. Moving in the direction of where the tones echoed into the red sky, he paced himself cautiously as he stepped down into what was left of the charred city to find the origin of what he was hearing.

The blackened remains of Metro City were silhouetted against a sky thick with smoke and gasses from the explosions. The burnt smell of rocket fuel and spent nuclear warheads filled what was left of the sky in a deep blood red color. The view would have been spectacular if it were not for the fallout.

As Zareg continued on, the crunching crackling sounds coming from under his boots revealed the unsettling sounds of incinerated human bones scattered under structural debris and nuclear waste. Through his goggles, he surveyed the pummeled mass, the distant sounds of the synthesized bell-tones had become clearer, closer. He adjusted his direction slightly, as the blood red sky layered over with hints of orange glow rising up from the silhouetted city. Dusk was approaching, Zareg reached for the fitted lights attached to his goggles to test. It would soon be the dense black of nuclear night . . . Meaning that once the red to orange glow sky finally succumbed to the setting Sun, everything would then go pitch black. A blackness like none other before, so thick with death that one could not see their hands in front of their face. A density that would make one lose their sense of direction, like being draped within the reaper’s cape, a black so dis-orienting that the mind would lose its sense of navigation and reference.

Turning on the lights attached to his goggles, Zareg could see through the dense mass of nuclear fallout in ultraviolet night vision that had been originally designed for the politically choreographed wars years before. Bodies and buildings were highlighted in a bright green against a grainy blackened background. A low-tech throw-away from a wars with no direction, no meaning, or end . . . But it would be all that Zareg would have to his aid.

Having only the sounds of the bell-tones to guide him, Zareg began to zero-in on his target. Just ahead and to his left, he saw the glow of a faint light coming from the distant end of a makeshift ramp that descended downward onto a floppy metal ad-hoc type of shelter. Moving forward cautiously, Zareg tried to soften his boot steps along the way . . .

Finally making it to the shanty entrance of the makeshift shelter, Zareg could now see the glow of lights in various colors that were synchronized with the bell-tones, reflecting off the metal enclosure. He turned his goggle-lights off, so as not to draw any attention to his presence. He at last made it to the drop-off on the descending ramp that would obviously reveal the origin of the sounds he had followed.

As he entered the metal enclosure, Zareg saw the silhouetted shape of what appeared to be a small slender human-like shape of an individual with an enlarged head, having two extending appendages about eight inches apart and rising upwards about twelve inches. The being was seated at what looked to be a point of relay communication, creating the sounds of synthesized bell-tones. The metal enclosure had been carefully created by the gathering of different sizes and shapes of metal that had been collected from the aftermath to construct a makeshift bunker. It was then that the being sensed Zareg’s presence and turned to face him directly, the eyes glowing white . . .

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The tapping on his helmet interrupted Zareg’s presence at the makeshift metal shelter . . . His crew-mates had been trying to alert him as they were approaching the Mars landing site . . . The landing lights projecting upwards from the red planet were piercing through the small windows of the space capsule, reflecting off the face shield of Zareg’s helmet . . .

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"New World Assemblage"

~ AI Assimilation ~

Human genomes had been researched, analyzed, and stored at secured, private unknown locations after the documented nasal-swab procedures while the vaccines were still in development. The vaccines then were the catalyst to disperse interactive bio-scientific cells that would react with specific genomic structures to enhance growth and make their presence in the human body easier to extract and compare to the markers needed for assemblage into the new world order, and for Mars colonization. Not all would be a match to the social markers that were needed, there was also the hybrid-cloning that would essentially duplicate the human form and program it with what would  come to be known as the “AI-X Factor”, an AI voice and memory system modeled after the human-interaction with hand-held devices that elicited voice commands from their account holders as part of the new upgrade for the modern human experience. Aside from the targeted marketing and GPS tracking used for demographic research and predictive movements regarding sales, profits, projected earnings related to cultural population density, voice commands and conversations were also being recorded, analyzed, and programmed into an AI system that would ultimately be used to duplicate human behavior and memory associated with the repetitive daily routines, conversations, and destinations tracked in the modern suburbia lifestyle. A plan spawned from the introduction of personal hand-held devices ~ literally pocket computers ~ that not only surveilled spending and location, but also recorded and stored voice commands, conversations, gestures, tones, fingerprint and facial recognition . . . The perfect menu for AI assimilation through selective genomic aggregation. 

It would have been the perfect plan, but while trying to influence the masses throughout the decades using subliminal television programming and messaging laced within the commercials, radio advertisements, and newspaper articles, the plan never generated the momentum needed for restructuring of the population for a new world order. People were still naive and complacent, not retaining enough of the subliminal messaging needed to motivate their lack-luster suburban lifestyles, and so the plan for new world assemblage stalled until the introduction of the marvelous hand-held pocket computers ~ touted as revolutionary change for the world ~ that would bring everyone from around the globe closer together . . . That is, until the introduction of AI and the rogue de facto diplomats associated with it ~ puppeteered by the ruling corporate elite ~ guiding the masses to a pre-arranged, pre-planned future beyond their known horizon, a future that involved cloning select genomic specimens for colonization on the planet Mars. 

Interplanetary space travel would be the pathway to other galactic colonies, awaiting the hyper-tech AI-clones, having been replicated in human form, using only specific bio-scientific genomic structures aggregated for AI assimilation to create the perfect specimens for the new world and Mars colonization.

Cyanobacteria being one of the largest available groups of low-light bacteria located on Earth would be crucial to Mars colonization by creating its own biosphere, a breathable atmosphere through photosynthesis on Mars.

Having only the best specimens replicated ~ in terms of genomic structure ~ with a predetermined select social ladder, would be that of a perfect world order. 

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“After Earth”

The battles above what was left of Earth’s atmosphere raged for global power in cyberspace, the AI warfare was unlike anything ever used across the desolated ravaged lands far below. There were no more territories left to conquer on Earth. The once beautiful images taken of Earth from space that showed blue waters swirling around its lands with white wispy clouds overhead, were gone and revealed the blackened charred remains of what once was Earth, smoldering from the nuclear apocalypse …

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This scenario had long been predicted and written about, but it had been suppressed and censored by the global ruling elite to avoid an untimely upheaval of the masses to form and rise in revolt ~ had they known the real agenda and their fate ~  thereby ensuring only the safety of the global ruling elite to the new world colonies.  

Space had been infiltrated with cyber-military presence and cyber-tech AI-machinery that illuminated the once black-void of space with nuclear fire-power and radioactive gasses. The same AI-tech artillery that had been commandeered to annihilate Earth … Post-fallout efforts to survive on Earth with all its sustainable life-supporting bio-mechanisms destroyed, had rendered Earth an uninhabitable barren planet, no longer rotating in orbit around the Sun, suspended in motion, and left to burn, held captive in silence, helpless within the Sun’s relentless rage of fire. 

Weapons of mass destruction that created the monster-weaponry developed alongside the revolutionary AI-tech military, spawned the rogue bio-tech nuclear power that spewed its rage across the lands and waters. After Earth, global domination then took on the next frontier in cyberspace to conquer and control, seek and destroy civilizations on other galactic planets.  

Early introduction of AI to the population showed much promise for human interaction alongside the anticipated technological advances, although the real agenda had been that it would be intercepted by rogue ex-military defactos, chosen by the ruling corporate elite. Their mission was to infiltrate the newly forming AI and implement it into weapons of mass destruction. It was all carried out while the masses were being distracted by their newly acquired hand-held devices, with targeted marketing and demographic markers that enticed them to “click here” or “buy now” … The agenda was for new world recruitment, exclusive to the ruling corporate elite and select members of society with the right genome structure ~ for cloning re-population and colonization ~ with potential candidates having  been researched from the early nasal swabs taken as the vaccines were still being developed …  another distraction.

There were the “whistle-blowers”, those who had exposed the NSA surveillance and the alleged invasion of privacy, secret documents hidden then somehow located, and the private email accounts being used for official house communications that turned up either undisclosed or deleted. But they had been duped, caught up in a deceitful web of deception, masking what had really been going on. They were sought out to be made an example of and to be punished for espionage ~ to protect the defacto government’s “integrity” ~ but fled abroad, seeking asylum from nations outside the grasp of the ruling corporate elite … Again, another distraction.

Global domination had always been the core of the ruling corporate elite who ultimately sought out a planet of their own to re-populate, colonize, and rule. The introduction and advancement of AI had spear-headed their agenda for a new world order … 

Overcoming the masses was easy …

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“The Greatest Mystery Above”

Sitting outside on the steps of his mother's home that warm summer evening, young Dixon gazed up into the night sky as he always did. His focus was on what looked to be a star at first, he took notice of the increasing size and intensity of the glow that radiated from it as its speed accelerated, leaving a swaggering burn-trail swirling across the night sky . . . Seeing this would seal his interest in the beyond from that night forward . . .

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Years later, Dixon's fascination with the beyond and its galaxy within the universe, would compel his wonder to a higher level of insight which fueled his desire to explore the greatest mystery above . . .

 Outside of the classroom and away from the textbooks, sitting under the stars is where Dixon would reflect upon what he had researched and lectured his students about. The infinity above that had engulfed his world like a pair of large hands cradling a fragile egg. Compared to the magnificence of the universe, he viewed his home planet Earth as that vulnerable egg nestled within those hands.

Dixon marveled at the evidence suggesting that some form of life out there, up there, existed before life on Earth, but he yearned to know more about what really happened all those billions of years ago when Earth was forming, and how we, as human beings, would evolve on the planet that we would come to know as Earth.

Something did happen billions of years ago and more than once, as graphic proof of that is evident and  still remains on Earth. Though much of it already had been explained and documented, there still was the mystery of what cannot be explained, this was the very essence of what Dixon's research and lectures were about.

Going through life casually just accepting our human existence without a question as to what our living purpose on Earth is and how we evolved here, was not something Dixon could settle with.  Because proof that we are not alone and never were ~ in the vastness of the universe ~ was clearly evident to him and the like-minded individuals with whom he shared the same journey with, the exploration and evolution of human existence on Earth.

Dixon knew that the technology for human interplanetary travel existed, but he was also aware of the growing cyber presence needed to protect future expeditions. The same lines drawn between countries to protect and insure air space above the lands would ultimately need to be established in space for the same reasons. Knowing all too well that future wars ~ cyber wars ~  would be fought in space to protect or invade cyberspace above Earth. Battles have always raged between countries for their lands to establish global power, and the same would extend into outer space . . . Dixon was concerned that the possibility of this occurring would be imminent, that it would complicate and thwart the future of a united global effort to pursue interplanetary space travel . . .

Undaunted by the political implications that would develop along with such major advances in technology, Dixon forged on with his research, and continued his lectures with the growing numbers of like-minded futurists who like himself shared an allegiance for a greater good, and an elevated cause for the understanding of our shared human presence. ~ Drawing a parallel back in time to an earlier historical event when the original colonies were forming across the lands by early settlers, establishing the lines that would map-out territories into states when the original thirteen were developing, and ultimately the original American flag being introduced to represent what would be incorporated as the United States. ~ The shared allegiance of futurists now, in comparison to those early settlers then, and the new frontier above,  would then form the new world territories, in cyberspace.  

Realizing the journey of mankind beyond the horizon into the future, and its growing involvement with technology and A.I, Dixon's life would intertwine alongside, growing with intensity, remembering that same awe that he felt seeing the strange bright star-like specimen and the swaggering burn-trail left behind as it dashed across the night sky all those years ago. He believed in the real necessity of establishing sustainable interplanetary new world colonies in order to further the advancement of mankind into the future and beyond . . .

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The greatest mystery above has always been just that ~ above us ~ and awaits our arrival . . .

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