“Turn it off!! Turn it off!!” pleaded the now petrified project manager. His once confident authoritative tone rapidly squeezing and leaking into a shivering plead. Then mustering a failing ability to command the subordinates, the manager began making desperate threats of the other stunned denizens surrounding the now apparently overwound core working element of this covert psychic project. You want to talk about being in over your head!? All the participants of the program were rapidly realizing that they were at the mercy of a system with capacities far exceeding the limits of their own conception. Understanding can only get so far, so fast. With the runaway momentum of a psychic avalanche; surges, pulses, and waves of energy pushed through the ether like verities escaping from Pandora’s box. Madness settles in.
How many times are the captains of material means going to have to learn the lesson that the status of materialism is puny in the big picture of total reality? How hard is it, really, to see through the seduction of material allure? It’s hard to say, but one thing is for sure; stubborn gluttony has an extremely high ceiling of its own. History’s intrigue is in the repetition; it’s pattern. Enough is proving to never be enough in the conquest of the material world. With ever increasing tenacity, each current winner of the monopolistic material race reaches progressively desperately for the levers of control. Inevitably that reach grabs hold of the esoteric. The levers of science, technology, mysticism, and magic are the control freak’s dream. It is a big beware area, but it is devil may care for the power drunk insatiable freaks that have lost the balance of sanity, or are animated by evil; thus lacking caring, conscience, or compassion and simply not giving a rat’s ass about who, and what, gets hurt, or how bad. The at all cost procurement of mine, mine, mine has taken over. This is just the slightest surface scratch of the impending download of reality that the material champion is prone to unleash, yet, as is the want; here we go again.
The Montauk Project is a great example of what happens with runaway realty surges. Montauk Chronicles is a documentary of the Project. It lays out the fascinating story of the secret work, the difficulties of reconciliation, historical accuracy, detail, and the meaning of endeavoring to tap the quantum field for strategic purposes. Good luck reconciling the extra-ordinary elements that unfold from the quantum field. When it becomes clear that the power of creation is ultimately what is in charge, it’s too late in the game to reverse course and un-happen the happenings, or un-witness the events that precious few are prepared to witness. It is a runaway event procession of anything statistic or relativistic. Predictability is long gone. Stopping quantum looping is like trying to put a lid on an atomic bomb with a paper cup. So, whether you are Aleister Crowley, Napoleon Bonaparte, Idi Amin, JP Morgan, or any other power drunk monger that is endeavoring to claim ultimate power for their own, once the seams of reality loosen, and a bit of the Infinite begins to leak through, you are immediately disabled.
In the modern world we find ourselves on the enforced, and largely agreed upon, calendar timeline that puts us in the year 2022, there is a current events news feed that reads like a maelstrom of urgency, crisis, and chaos. Around the world there are edge of your seat dramas of do, don’t, and/or die. an epoch of serious liberty infringement controller programming. Highs of scientific expression are proudly described as root of reality tools. Quantum computers, geo engineering, CERN, and HAARP all push the fabric of reality. The consequences of this determined effort to make Reality obey has set the stage for a whopper of cascading enlightenment. Daily duties of practicality may, and do, work to lure most of us into a trance like one foot in front of the make ends meet practice estranged from the truth of peril. To be sure, there is immense good will among people and peoples, however, the efforts of the parasitic control class is critically toxifying the environment in the runaway way that is the out of control crash of a quantum reset that has already had many people of all walks exclaiming, “Turn it off! Turn it off!”
It’s been clear for a while now that by consenting, even passively, to the workings of the modern corporate world, I have been helping to feed it. The vision of the out of control crash of the world, that is enhanced by such things as Montauk, leave me pondering… In small ways and large it’s important to operate on a sovereign schedule, independent of control. It’s not easy to do, and hard to stick to. One thing is undoubted right now; on planet earth there is a quantum download running on its own. Anyone(s) that thinks that they are in control could not be more wrong. Let those that claim to be in charge run their mouths and have their own. It sucks to think that this world of overflowing abundance was exploited to the brink of exhaustion and collapse, but guess what!? The veil is torn. The pins are pulled. Though we may not realize it, we are on a cosmic Nantucket sleigh ride. I’m sensing strongly that holding it together during this cataclysm will require a serious effort to endeavor to forgive and help others. From animal to vegetable both loved and loathed the era of self service is over for those that would like to see a brighter day.
The most hopeful aspect of this beginning/end is that the controllers, operators, and authorities are eternal cowards. With the final failure of their lies collecting, it’s a sure bet that these creeps will be the first to jump ship. If the time is right for a return to balance these freaks will jump straight into hyper space like the desperate sailors on the Eldridge in Philadelphia. Once over board you are into the most soaring energy fields. Swept up into time and space. See ya!! For some harmony in the hearts of those that don’t explode of crazy perhaps the dawn is of the day beyond good and evil of today to an egalitarian era of reasonable bliss. For one thing there is no denying; we are well on our way.