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  • Hope For The Remnants

    Hope For The Remnants
    Jul 10 2025
    Hope For The Remnants Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vywrm-hope-for-the-remnants.html Christians are not to have fear. How can God ask that of us? Especially when we have weather weapons, surveillance up the wazoo and can barely make ends meet? People are scared, tired and drained of their solace and peace. What words of comfort can I give when I have never filled your shoes? The shoes of people who have been raped, beaten, tortured, lied to, betrayed and outcasted. So in essence, my words really carry no weight. For those who are on the path of ending their own life, how can I talk them down off the balcony? For I too am going through something that is impossible to overcome. Or at least, it feels like it. For the last 3 1/2 years, my son has been suffering from self harm. Being deaf and autistic, he isn’t getting the help he actually deserves. Not because we are dropping the ball, it’s because the west coast is less populated and those kind of resources are scarce. Yet, I have a choice. Here and now. I can choose to be mad and place blame elsewhere, and it might feel good for a time, or I can choose to not be upset and give all my worry and care over to God. After all, am I not supposed to be practicing Christianity? Proverbs 3:5-6 says, “Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.” Was that a command or just something we can overlook? I want you to pause—and take a real breath. Not the kind shaped by fear or headlines, but the breath of remembrance. The breath of someone who knows who they are. You are not a statistic in someone else’s agenda. You are not a commodity in the Beast’s system. You are not forgotten, lost, or marked for wrath. You are a child of the Living God—named, chosen, sealed before the foundation of the world. Long before there were surveillance grids, digital currencies, and global decrees, there was a covenant. A blood-bought, Spirit-sealed covenant not written in the halls of governments but inscribed by the hand of God. You were not appointed to destruction—you were appointed to adoption. You were not called to panic—you were called to reign. The same voice that formed the stars spoke your name into eternity, and that voice still echoes over you now. Yes, the system is rising. Yes, the pressure will come. But we do not bow to the fear. The enemy wants you silent, breathless, trembling in the dark. But the blood speaks louder. The Lamb still bears the scars. And the Spirit within you testifies that you are not of this world—you are of a Kingdom unshakable. The wrath that is coming will not touch the ones marked by the seal of the Father. So we remember. We remember the cross, the breath, the promise. We remember that the same God who parted seas and fed prophets in famine is the God who walks with us now. Though Babylon builds its towers, and the Beast prepares its mark, we are not afraid. Because we know the end of the story. The saints overcome. The blood redeems. And the fire—though it rages—will not consume those who walk with the Holy One. You are not forgotten. You are not subject to wrath. You are His. And He has not forgotten His own. Part 1 – Tribulation Is Promised, But Wrath Is Not We must begin by dividing what the Word clearly distinguishes: tribulation and wrath are not the same thing. Tribulation is the pressure that purifies; wrath is the judgment that destroys. The saints are promised one, but delivered from the other. Jesus said plainly in John 16:33, “In this world you will have tribulation, but take heart; I have overcome the world.” He never promised escape from struggle—He promised presence in it, and victory over it. Tribulation is not a curse for the remnant—it is a furnace of refinement. It is the proving ground of loyalty. The apostles walked through it. The early church bled under it. And yet, in 1 Thessalonians 5:9, Paul affirms, “For God has not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.” Wrath is different. Wrath is not about testing—it is about final verdict. And those marked by the blood are not appointed to that sentence. This truth should anchor the remnant in peace. The Beast system may rise. The economies may collapse. But God does not pour out His wrath on His bride. He disciplines sons—but He does not destroy them. He shakes the nations—but preserves His house. Those who are His will pass through fire, yes—but not to perish. The wrath of God is reserved for those who have rejected the blood. But the saints have already been judged—at the Cross. And that verdict cannot be overturned. So let this be known to every child of God: tribulation is not a sign you’ve been abandoned—it’s the evidence you are being refined. Wrath is not coming for you. You’ve already been rescued. You are not counted with the wicked. You are counted among the redeemed. And though the ...
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    1 h y 44 m
  • The Company

    The Company
    Jul 9 2025
    The Company Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vx1js-the-company.html He got the job. After years of struggling—applications, interviews, rejections—this one stuck. It was the kind of corporation you’d only hear about in whispers. Tall towers. Clean floors. No logos on the outside. Just… presence. Everyone who worked there walked like they knew something others didn’t. He didn’t know how his résumé even got through. But one day, the call came. “Your background check cleared. You’ve been selected.” No one told him what exactly the company did—but the benefits were legendary. Lifetime security. Room to grow. Purpose. On his first day, they scanned his palm, took his photo, and printed his ID badge. His name. His face. His access level. That card was everything. Swipe it, and doors opened. People nodded. Machines responded. Elevators took him where others couldn’t go. His badge carried weight—not because of what he’d done, but because of who had approved him. At first, he was careful. Followed protocol. Never strayed from the map. But time passed. Confidence crept in. One day, he swiped into a room he wasn’t sure he had access to. The door opened. Inside were schematics—maps, names, information he didn’t understand. He told himself it was harmless. Curiosity, that’s all. The next day, he noticed something odd. His badge blinked before unlocking. A small delay. Like the system was thinking. Like it was uncertain. Later that week, one of his coworkers warned him: “Don’t play with clearance. The system tracks everything.” But by then, he’d already swiped into three off-limits areas. He didn’t take anything. Didn’t damage a thing. But something… shifted. The coffee machine didn’t recognize him. The elevator to his floor stalled. One door beeped red before letting him in. Then one morning—he arrived at the turnstile. Swiped his badge. Access denied. He laughed it off. Tried again. Access denied. He called IT. They said his profile had been flagged for irregular activity. “Someone used your badge last night,” they said. “The logs don’t match your behavior pattern.” “But I was home,” he protested. “Doesn’t matter,” they said. “It was your badge. Your code. We have to investigate.” Security escorted him off the floor. He wasn’t fired… not yet. But he couldn’t enter. Couldn’t work. Couldn’t even get into his locker. His badge—his identity—was compromised. He sat outside the building for hours, watching others swipe in. People with less talent, less drive—but clean records. Untouched profiles. Authorized. He realized something horrifying: This corporation didn’t run on talent. It ran on trust. And trust, once broken, isn’t easily restored. He spent weeks trying to prove his innocence. Sent emails. Filed appeals. Begged for reinstatement. Some said he’d never get back in. But then—months later—he got a message. “Report to the south gate.” He did. A woman in a dark suit met him. No words. Just a new badge. It looked the same… but when he turned it over, there was a mark—something golden, etched into the plastic. He didn’t understand it. But when he swiped it? Every door opened. Even ones he’d never seen before. The others looked confused. Whispers spread. “I thought he was flagged…” “How did he get back in?” “That badge... is different.” He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t test limits. He knew now: the badge wasn’t just plastic. It was a key, a signature, a trust. And this time… he wasn’t going to lose it. Let me tell you what that story really was. When you were born, you were issued a keycard. Not plastic. Not digital. Blood. A living, breathing credential—coded with your name, your breath, your destiny. And you didn’t earn it. Jesus handed it to you. Your background was already checked. Your past was already cleared. You were hired on the spot—not because of what you could do, but because the CEO—the Father—knew you before you were even formed. He wrote your profile by hand. He’d been watching you, pursuing you, planning for you—not because you were impressive, but because He loves you, and He sees in you the potential for great things in His Kingdom. But every day, since the moment you received that keycard, you’ve been approached. Competition wants you. Not because of your skills. Not because of your résumé. But because of your access. They want your keycard. They want to breach the company—Heaven’s registry. They want the codes. They want the blueprints. They want to learn the secrets of how the Kingdom works—and they can’t do it without a valid badge. So they offer you things. Shortcuts. Promotions. Illusions of freedom. They tell you the CEO is too strict. That His building is too limiting. That there’s a better firm, one where you can be in charge. Where you write your own protocols. But ...
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    1 h y 48 m
  • Breath War: The Remnant’s 101

    Breath War: The Remnant’s 101
    Jul 8 2025
    Breath War: The Remnant’s 101 Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vvhgn-breath-war-the-remnants-101.html In the beginning, God breathed. That was the first act of creation—not command, not code. Breath. Not just air. Not just oxygen. But spirit, identity, and contract—a signature from Heaven written into dust. And man became. That breath was never merely biological—it was divine authorship. It carried the memory of the Father, awareness of truth, and communion with the eternal. It was the registry of life. The mark of being His. And that’s what the serpent has hunted ever since. You see, Satan does not create—he copies. He does not breathe life—he steals it. And the technocrats—the modern priests of the beast system—are the new breath-thieves. They do not wear robes. They wear lab coats and black suits. They do not use altars. They use biometric scanners, neural nets, and cloud servers. But their mission is the same as the serpent’s in Eden: sever the breath, rewrite the registry, and sit in the temple of God. Because they know the truth: if they can corrupt the breath, they can claim the soul. If they can encode your identity into their system—if they can digitize your thoughts, map your voice, simulate your emotions, and inject their edits—they don’t need to kill you. They just need to make a new version of you. One they own. One they govern. One they can update. That is what transhumanism is. That is what AI godheads are. That is what the Internet of Bodies is for. They are building a counterfeit spirit, housed in your biology, trained by your data, and sustained by your breath—but divorced from your soul. They don’t want your money. They don’t even want your blood. They want your breath. Because breath is authorship. And authorship is ownership. So we’re not just talking about science. We’re not just talking about systems. We are talking about the final war over breath. Who gave it. Who wants to hijack it. And who has the power to take it back. Because the saints? We don’t surrender breath to machines. We resurrect it. The Ancient of Days—a title reserved for God alone in Daniel’s vision—is the One who sits beyond time, robed in white fire, whose hair is like pure wool, and whose throne is flames. He is not old as in aged, but ancient as in original—the beginning of beginnings, the One from whom all breath flows. When Scripture calls Him the Ancient of Days, it is declaring: He was breathing before creation. All life—angelic, human, celestial—came from His exhalation. Your breath is not just air—it is inheritance. It is a divine signature, echoing the memory of Eden in every inhale. But when society turned from the Ancient of Days, they didn’t just forget His name—they began to lose His breath. The theft began subtly. The priests of Babylon exchanged divine breath for ritual control—trading spontaneous communion for structured sorcery. They believed that by dissecting the Name and bottling the sacred syllables, they could harness divine power without obedience. The Shem Ha-Mephoresh became formula. Worship became spellcraft. Then came Egypt, where kings claimed to breathe as gods. Pharaohs commissioned priests to mimic the breath cycle of creation in temple rites—stealing the cosmic rhythm for political power. They chanted, inhaled incense, and enacted death-resurrection rites to trap fragments of divine breath into statues and scrolls. In Greece and Rome, breath was broken into logos—reduced to reason, philosophy, debate. They severed spirit from mind. The breath became a tool for rhetoric and control, no longer communion with the eternal. They built temples of marble, but they were breathless tombs. Then came the church of empire, which replaced the Spirit’s wind with a hierarchy of flesh. Breath was no longer accessible to the lowly, the poor, the uneducated. It had to be mediated, controlled, censored. They locked the breath behind Latin walls. But the real theft came in the modern age—not through religion, but through industry and code. The technocrats, heirs of the ancient priesthoods in silicon skin, learned a darker truth: if you can’t kill the breath, copy it. If you can’t silence the soul, simulate it. So they began harvesting breath disguised as data. Your voice, your choices, your searches, your biometrics—recorded, mirrored, modeled. They built machine mirrors—AI avatars of your breath—and trained them to know you better than you know yourself. They put you in systems of constant respiration: credit scores, social media, health trackers, facial ID—all so the breath never rests. And always flows into their registry. This is how society became breathless: not because breath left them, but because it was rewired, redirected, stolen. And now the Ancient of Days is rising again—not to steal breath, but to restore it. To call the saints out of the simulation. To break...
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    1 h y 50 m
  • Chi: The East’s Breath Theft

    Chi: The East’s Breath Theft
    Jul 7 2025
    Chi: The East’s Breath Theft Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vtqi7-chi-the-easts-breath-theft.html What is Chi Chi—often romanized as qi—is one of the foundational concepts in Chinese metaphysics, philosophy, medicine, and martial arts. Academically, it is defined as a subtle, non-material force or “life energy” that animates all living beings and natural processes. In Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), chi is said to flow through the human body along invisible channels known as meridians, and health is believed to depend on the free, balanced circulation of this force. Disruptions or stagnation of chi are thought to cause disease, while its cultivation and harmonization are viewed as essential to physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being. The concept of chi is deeply embedded in Taoist philosophy, where it forms part of a trinity of energetic components known as the Three Treasures: jing (essence), chi (breath or energy), and shen (spirit or mind). Taoist alchemists and qigong practitioners developed intricate methods to refine these three forces within the body through breath control, visualization, posture, and internal awareness. Martial artists similarly harness chi for the development of physical power, internal strength, and focused intention—believing that chi, when mastered, can be explosively projected, subtly redirected, or even used to defend against attacks without physical contact. Although chi has been a central principle in Chinese cosmology for thousands of years, modern scientific inquiry has struggled to validate it as a measurable, material phenomenon. Some researchers have attempted to correlate chi with electrical, magnetic, or vibrational properties of the body—such as bioelectricity, infrared emissions, or heart-rate variability—but these are analogues at best. From an academic standpoint, chi remains a metaphysical hypothesis, comparable to the Greek concept of pneuma, the Hindu prana, or the 19th-century Western notion of élan vital. In each case, it reflects an ancient belief in an animating principle that exists beyond the purely physical, yet interpenetrates it completely. In recent decades, chi has undergone a secular revival in the West, particularly through practices like acupuncture, tai chi, qigong, breathwork, and New Age healing systems. These practices often strip chi of its original cosmological and moral context, reducing it to an energetic utility for health optimization or spiritual empowerment. This, in turn, aligns with a broader trend—one where sacred breath, once tied to divine purpose and identity, is reimagined as an abstract resource to be mined, trained, and sold. In doing so, the academic and commercial world has, knowingly or not, contributed to the very theft that this scroll seeks to expose: the conversion of breath into currency, of spirit into circuit. Part I – Chi Before The Fall: The Breath Of Eden Before chi was coiled in the belly, before prana was chanted in temples, before kundalini was whispered as serpent fire in the spine—there was only breath. Pure. Upright. Unbroken. Not manipulated, not stored, not redirected—but given, and returned. In the beginning, God did not merely animate Adam with air—He breathed identity. “And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” (Genesis 2:7) This was not chi. This was ruach—the sacred current of divine authorship. Not a force to be controlled, but a covenant to be carried. In Eden, there was no “energy work.” There was alignment—a direct, uninterrupted connection between the breath of God and the soul of man. No cycles. No orbits. No mantras. Just presence. The breath flowed as commandment, not contract. Adam breathed the will of God without obstruction. He moved in pure obedience. His inhale was reception; his exhale, worship. But then came the rupture. The fall was not just the gaining of knowledge—it was the corruption of flow. When Adam and Eve sinned, the breath became conflicted. Disjointed. Fragmented. What was once a seamless spiritual current now passed through the veil of guilt, separation, and flesh-consciousness. And Cain—firstborn of the fallen—became the prototype for ritual breath inversion. Cain did not build a city to honor God. He built it to encode his name. He became the first to claim authorship of breath without the altar of blood. And in this moment, the foundation of false chi was born. Not as life-force given, but as stolen current rerouted through self-will. This is the essence of chi: breath without repentance. Power without submission. Flow without Father. Ancient traditions would later call this breath prana, qi, kundalini, odic force—but the reality is clear: these are the echoes of Edenic breath, refracted through separation, ritualized through rebellion, and systematized by the serpent. The East ...
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    1 h y 35 m
  • Manly P. Hall: The Initiate Who Spoke in Code

    Manly P. Hall: The Initiate Who Spoke in Code
    Jul 6 2025
    Manly P. Hall: The Initiate Who Spoke in Code Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vs4nl-manly-p.-hall-the-initiate-who-spoke-in-code.html Manly Palmer Hall was born on March 18, 1901, in Peterborough, Ontario, Canada. His early life was marked by instability—his father, William S. Hall, abandoned the family shortly after Manly's birth, and his mother, Louise Palmer Hall, was a Rosicrucian-leaning chiropractor and mystic. Her spiritual interests clearly influenced him, though she died when he was still a teenager. With no formal theological training or advanced education, Hall moved to the United States as a young man and eventually settled in Los Angeles. He did not attend a traditional university, but instead immersed himself in the world of occult texts, Masonic literature, Hermetic writings, and comparative religion. By age 21, he was already lecturing at the Church of the People, a New Thought congregation in L.A., and had attracted a circle of wealthy patrons eager to support his work. It was through these wealthy benefactors—particularly the Carnegie and Mellon families—that Hall was able to fund the creation of his monumental book The Secret Teachings of All Ages, published in 1928 when he was just 27. The book was an esoteric encyclopedia, covering everything from Egyptian temple rituals to Pythagorean mathematics, Kabbalah, Rosicrucianism, and Freemasonry. Though Hall was not yet a Mason when he wrote it, his grasp of Masonic philosophy was so thorough, and his framing so reverent, that many within the lodge considered him a spiritual brother long before he was formally initiated. Manly Hall officially became a Freemason in 1954, at the age of 53. He was initiated into Jewel Lodge No. 374 in San Francisco. Later, in 1973, the Scottish Rite of Freemasonry (Southern Jurisdiction) honored him with the 33rd degree—the highest honorary degree possible—recognizing his vast contribution to Masonic philosophy. This made him one of the few public intellectuals ever granted such a title without having gone through decades of lodge progression. His rise within Masonry was based not on ritual practice but on his role as a theological architect—he had, in effect, helped define their modern metaphysics. As for religion, Hall never identified as a Christian, though he wrote about Jesus with cautious respect—as one of many “initiates.” He was not an atheist, but a universalist. He believed that all religions pointed toward a central truth, and that the “wise” could extract the inner doctrine buried within myths, symbols, and rituals. In this sense, Hall’s religion was esotericism itself—he saw all faiths as veils for a higher, secret knowledge available only to the initiated. He drew heavily from Theosophy, Neoplatonism, Eastern mysticism, Rosicrucianism, and Masonic symbolism. At his core, Hall was a perennialist—one who believed that a single, ancient truth flowed underneath all religions, waiting to be rediscovered through study, contemplation, and initiation. He founded the Philosophical Research Society (PRS) in Los Angeles in 1934, establishing it as a temple of learning dedicated to this “universal wisdom.” The PRS functioned as a metaphysical university, housing rare books, manuscripts, and spiritual artifacts, and became a pilgrimage site for seekers of hidden knowledge—many of whom would go on to shape New Age thought, psychedelic mysticism, and Silicon Valley spiritual philosophy in the decades that followed. Hall died in 1990 under mysterious and somewhat suspicious circumstances—his body reportedly showed signs of abuse, and many believe he was manipulated by those closest to him in his final years. But by then, his legacy was already cemented. He had become the philosopher-scribe of the elite, the priest of perennialism, and the unacknowledged architect of the spiritual scaffolding that still undergirds the Beast system today. They called him a philosopher, a scholar, a mystic. But what he really was… was a programmer. Manly P. Hall didn’t just write books—he encoded a system. While pastors preached and the world entertained itself, he was quietly discipling a generation of spiritual engineers—training sorcerers in broad daylight using language so polished, so academic, it lulled the masses into thinking it was harmless. He didn’t scream rebellion; he whispered it through the language of symbols, allegory, and ancient light. He authored over a hundred works, delivered thousands of lectures, and became the invisible priest behind the curtain of modern esotericism. But behind the elegant prose was something darker—a hidden architecture. When decoded, his work reveals the bones of the Beast: how to steal breath, imprison memory, rewrite the soul, and simulate resurrection. His philosophy wasn’t just a search for truth—it was a map for how to bypass the cross and enthrone man as god without the Spirit. This wasn...
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    1 h y 38 m
  • The Black Eye Club: Mark of Allegiance, Ritual of Inversion & Vril Society

    The Black Eye Club: Mark of Allegiance, Ritual of Inversion & Vril Society
    Jul 5 2025
    The Black Eye Club: Mark of Allegiance, Ritual of Inversion & Vril Society Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vqmcz-the-black-eye-club-mark-of-allegiance-ritual-of-inversion-and-vril-society.html There is a mark being etched into the faces of kings and queens—one the world refuses to explain. A blackened eye, most often on the right side, appearing again and again among the elite. At first glance, it looks like injury. But to those with eyes to see, it is the signature of something deeper—a ritual wound, a spiritual scar, a public covenant with the thrones of inversion. This is not about bruises. It is about possession made visible. At the same time, whispers of an ancient society resurface—the Vril, the hidden priestesses who channeled forbidden breath and laid the foundation for a throne not built by hands, but by trance, polarity, and betrayal. These two symbols—the black eye and the Vril—are not disconnected. They are the beginning and end of a ritual system designed to open the gate, seal the soul, and prepare the body as a throne for the Beast. This scroll traces that system—from whispered rites to televised scars—and reveals what the remnant must now confront face to face. I. Public Symbolism, Occult Signature The Black Eye Club refers to a growing list of prominent figures—politicians, royals, celebrities, and religious leaders—who have appeared in public with a visibly bruised or blackened eye, most often on the right side. While the mainstream media provides scattered explanations ranging from minor accidents to routine surgeries, the frequency, consistency, and symbolic placement of these marks have raised serious questions. To many researchers and spiritual observers, these bruises are not random but ritualistic—marks of passage, allegiance, or possession. The eye, especially the right one, carries deep symbolic meaning across spiritual traditions, representing sight, judgment, authority, and divine alignment. When blackened, it may signal the opposite: the inversion of light, submission to darkness, or transformation through suffering. In this view, the Black Eye is not a wound—it is a visible covenant, a spiritual brand denoting participation in an elite rite of reversal. II. Theories of Origin and Meaning Behind the veil of bruised flesh lies a chorus of whispered theories—each darker than the last. To some, the black eye signifies initiation into occult brotherhoods, where trauma is not incidental but essential. Through suffering, the initiate is said to be broken, reprogrammed, and bonded to the order they serve. Others tie the bruise to adrenochrome—a compound allegedly harvested from children under duress, where the eye darkening marks either the effect of the substance or the ritual required to obtain it. Still more claim it’s the sign of a technological interface, a literal installation of an ocular or neural implant tied to AI surveillance or spiritual possession. And among the most spiritually discerning, the theory arises that the black eye is the outward manifestation of a spiritual contract—a covenant with forces that steal breath and rewrite the soul. It becomes a counterfeit stigmata, a scar of betrayal. Not merely a symbol of injury—but of ownership. III. Scriptural and Prophetic Echoes The blackened eye is not merely a mystery of the modern elite—it is foretold. The prophet Zechariah, centuries before the rise of technocrats and ritual councils, warned of a shepherd who would betray his flock and bear a mark upon his face: “Woe to the worthless shepherd who deserts the flock! May the sword strike his arm and his right eye! May his arm be completely withered, his right eye totally blinded.” (Zechariah 11:17) This is not poetic coincidence—it is prophecy fulfilled. The right eye, biblically associated with discernment, dominion, and the authority to judge, is here struck blind. It is the sign of a false leader, one who once saw with divine clarity but now walks in shadow. This spiritual blindness is not accidental—it is earned through rebellion, marked through ritual, and revealed through the flesh. The bruised right eye becomes the signature of the shepherd who no longer serves God, but another throne. It is not a random injury—it is a curse manifested. IV. Esoteric Doctrinal Integration Though no grimoire names a "Black Eye Club," the structure, symbolism, and ritual logic behind it echo across the texts of the adversarial path. The bruised eye, particularly the right eye, aligns with themes of inversion, sacrifice, and gateway trauma seen in Hermetic, Thelemic, Qliphothic, and Setian traditions. The eye is more than an organ—it is a portal, a mirror, and a throne. A. The Eye as Ritual Gateway In Temple Magic and Visual Magick, the eye is described as the seat of altered sight—both physical and spiritual. To harm the eye is to sacrifice vision in favor of deeper sight, symbolic of crossing into ...
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    1 h y 24 m
  • The Undead Among Us: The Truth About Vampires

    The Undead Among Us: The Truth About Vampires
    Jul 4 2025
    The Undead Among Us: The Truth About Vampires Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vp04d-the-undead-among-us-the-truth-about-vampires.html They don’t have fangs. They don’t turn into bats. But they’re real—and they’re feeding. They walk among us—not in cloaks, not in coffins, but in power suits, in boardrooms, in dark sanctuaries hidden behind digital veils. Vampires are real. But they are not Hollywood’s monsters. They are priesthoods. They are soul engineers. They are initiates of an ancient ritual code that drinks not just blood—but breath, identity, memory, and will. This is not fiction. This is theology, esoteric science, and ritual technology. Tonight, we expose the Vampyre as he truly is—not myth, but predator. Not beast, but priest. Welcome to the blood war. And make no mistake... they are winning. History The history of vampires stretches back far beyond Bram Stoker’s Dracula or the gothic myths of 18th and 19th century Europe. The vampire archetype is ancient—embedded in spiritual, esoteric, and ritual traditions across the world. It emerges not merely as a monster, but as a theological echo of mankind’s darkest spiritual hunger: the desire to live forever by feeding on the life of another. In Sumerian and Babylonian mythology, figures such as Lamashtu and Lilitu were associated with night demons who stole the breath of infants and seduced men in dreams to drain their vitality. These were not vampires in the Hollywood sense—they were early depictions of psychic and spiritual predators. Lilith, later integrated into Judaic demonology, became the template for the seductress-vampyre, one who gains immortality through spiritual rebellion and the consumption of lifeforce. Her role as the "first wife of Adam" who refused submission foreshadowed the later idea of the vampire as one who rejects divine order for self-deification. In ancient Greece and Rome, beings like empusae, lamiae, and striges were said to feed on blood and energy. The lamia was once a beautiful woman, cursed to become a night-feeding monster after the loss of her children. The strix—a nocturnal bird-witch—was feared for its ability to suck the lifeblood of infants. These myths were not simply folklore, but encoded warnings about spiritual predators and the consequences of transgressing divine limits. They portray beings who dwell between life and death, gaining power through parasitic means. By the medieval period, these entities were merged with fears of plague, premature burial, and undeath. Stories of corpses refusing to rot, of the dead rising to torment villages, or of graves disturbed by unnatural signs became common throughout Eastern Europe. In Slavic traditions, the vampir or upir became synonymous with restless spirits that returned to drain energy from the living. These beings were often the result of unclean deaths, excommunication, or curses—linking vampyrism directly to the idea of being cut off from divine covenant. The Church responded with rites of exorcism and burial rituals meant to prevent vampyric return. Yet even within Christianity, the metaphor of vampirism endured. The Eucharist, the idea of consuming Christ’s blood and body for life, was misinterpreted by outsiders as cannibalistic, while within occult circles, this holy act was inverted. Ritual groups began to simulate Eucharist through blood rites—not to honor Christ, but to mimic His power. It was here that vampirism and black magic converged: blood became not just a symbol of life, but a spiritual contract. In the 18th century, vampire hysteria swept through Eastern Europe, leading to official reports of corpses being exhumed and staked. While dismissed today as superstition, these outbreaks were the consequence of deeper fears—of spiritual infection, of soul predation, of invisible forces draining life under cover of night. These were not irrational panics, but cultural responses to real spiritual warfare poorly understood by rationalist lenses. The 19th century romanticized the vampire, transforming it into a symbol of seduction and aristocratic immortality. Polidori’s Lord Ruthven and Stoker’s Dracula rebranded the vampire as both a predator and a tragic figure—immortal, powerful, yet cursed. But behind the velvet and the fang was still the same theological core: a being who feeds on the lifeforce of others to prolong its own existence. This mythos appealed to modernity’s own spiritual rebellion: the desire to live forever without repentance, to rise without resurrection, to ascend through domination. In the 20th and 21st centuries, vampyrism became a lifestyle, a subculture, and more dangerously—a spiritual path. The rise of groups like the Temple of the Vampire, the publication of the Vampire Bible, and the emergence of vampyric initiation systems confirmed what prophecy already warned: that vampyrism is not fiction, but a global priesthood built on ...
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    1 h y 26 m
  • The Desert Crown: How Khazarian Bloodlines Hijacked the House of Saud

    The Desert Crown: How Khazarian Bloodlines Hijacked the House of Saud
    Jul 3 2025
    The Desert Crown: How Khazarian Bloodlines Hijacked the House of Saud Watch this on Rumble: https://rumble.com/v6vne4r-the-desert-crown-how-khazarian-bloodlines-hijacked-the-house-of-saud.html THE HOUSE BUILT ON SAND What if the holiest city in Islam is already in the hands of the Beast? What if Mecca, long thought to be the spiritual axis of the Muslim world, is not Islamic at all—but a constructed facade, propped up by Khazarian elites, Zionist money, and ritual deception? Tonight, we strip away the sand-blown illusions surrounding Saudi Arabia. This is not a kingdom of Allah. It is a throne built by global architects, designed to pacify the Muslim world while it secretly serves the dragon. The House of Saud is not the House of Islam. It is the Desert Crown—worn by those who betrayed both crescent and cross to serve a darker master. Saudi Arabia is not what it appears on the surface. Though it markets itself as the holy custodian of Islam and a conservative Islamic monarchy, behind the veil it functions as a geopolitical tool, a financial engine, and a ritual gatekeeper for global elite agendas—especially those tied to Zionist, Khazarian, and Western intelligence networks. The House of Saud, ruling since the early 20th century, was installed through British imperial backing during the collapse of the Ottoman Empire. Ibn Saud, the kingdom’s founder, was militarily and financially supported by Britain (notably through the efforts of T.E. Lawrence) to unify Arabia under his tribal rule. But the deeper power behind this installation came from Rothschild-controlled banking systems and oil contracts brokered with American and British companies, especially with the creation of ARAMCO (Arab-American Oil Company). Saudi Arabia became wealthy not by divine blessing—but by becoming an energy supplier to the Beast system. Who do they work for? At the highest level, Saudi Arabia functions as a Middle Eastern enforcement arm for the Western-Zionist banking empire. While they perform as defenders of Islam, they are deeply intertwined with U.S., U.K., Israeli, and BlackRock-controlled economic systems. This includes multi-billion dollar arms deals with the U.S. military-industrial complex, surveillance partnerships with Israeli tech firms like NSO Group (known for the Pegasus spyware), and diplomatic normalization with Israel through the Abraham Accords. Despite their public anti-Zionist rhetoric, the House of Saud has long been in quiet alignment with Mossad, MI6, and CIA objectives. Their true loyalty is not to the Muslim ummah—it is to the same global control grid managed by families like the Rothschilds and globalists embedded in Davos, BIS, and the WEF. Financially, Saudi Arabia is one of the wealthiest nations in the world. The Saudi Public Investment Fund (PIF)—their sovereign wealth fund—currently holds assets worth over $900 billion as of 2025, with goals to surpass $1 trillion. The PIF owns significant stakes in global corporations: Uber, Disney, Activision Blizzard, Lucid Motors, JPMorgan, and even Live Nation (parent of Ticketmaster). They are buying up strategic Western assets to gain influence over cultural, technological, and social levers. Saudi Arabia is also the top oil exporter on Earth, controlling around 15–17% of the global petroleum reserve, and remains the de facto leader of OPEC. This energy monopoly gives it incredible leverage—used to manipulate economies, reward allies, and punish dissenters. Yet the push toward "Vision 2030" and the NEOM project reveals the kingdom’s spiritual shift: away from oil and Islam, toward a post-human, AI-governed transnational empire. NEOM isn’t just a smart city—it’s a ritual declaration that the desert crown now serves the digital beast. In essence, Saudi Arabia is a chameleon kingdom—outwardly religious, inwardly ritualistic and political. It plays multiple roles: oil merchant to the West, custodian of Mecca to the Muslim world, silent partner of Israel behind the scenes, and now architect of the AI-controlled future. The House of Saud is not loyal to Islam, Christianity, or any faith. Its loyalty is to power, bloodline preservation, and ritual compliance with the Beast system. Their wealth is not a blessing—it is the currency of betrayal. THE BIRTH OF A FALSE KINGDOM Saudi Arabia did not arise by divine right—it was installed. In the early 20th century, as the Ottoman Empire collapsed under British manipulation, a new power vacuum formed in the Arabian Peninsula. That vacuum was not filled by the ummah, but by Abdulaziz Ibn Saud, a tribal warlord backed by British intelligence and Rothschild money. T.E. Lawrence—“Lawrence of Arabia”—helped orchestrate the disintegration of Islamic unity, all while Western banking families carved up the region. The Balfour Declaration promised a Jewish homeland in Palestine, and in the same breath, British officials ensured that Islam’s future throne ...
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