Business? | What's the Plan?

Well, the way I see it, hope is a precious commodity these days. And by that I mean - "the good stuff" that doesn't come with the smell of poison. So, I've been watching Blacklist - and I couldn't help myself from noticing that there's a certain ... stickiness to the concept of associating Reddington with Trump. And yea, the fake Reddington would be a different angle on the Character. Which would say that Reddington is the actual head of the Cabal; Making Blacklist the documentary of how he became President of the USA.
And I couldn't help but notice that the war between Good and Evil is much about the Light of Hope.

In the movies, desperate people do desperate things. And what a nasty feeling it is. Say, if we ever found ourselves in a world where we would have to watch ourselves from talking good, from valuing righteousness, from wanting justice, while the very same words are co-opted to defend unspeakable atrocities even ... that should raise a red flag or two.

But who are we. If we were all in a room - that is you and whoever would count themselves into this 'we' that I imply to be the 'us' that is with God - or so, the good stuff ... life, righteousness ... and however far you wanna go. Love, happiness, joy, light ... . The illusion of a life without the tyrants that govern us.

Could we fill a room? How large would it be? If we pooled together, could we afford the bills?
And then, to do what?


I mean - I would need someone to do it for me. So, everything ... basically. Like, virtually, I'm just an asset; So, for your freedom of consideration. Or ... my understanding of ... where to consciously position myself. I will not be silenced ... I did nothing wrong and when asked stupid questions I shall give stupid answers.


Then, to understand what we could do we would have to figure out what we individually bring to the table. But a few things I suppose can be implied so that at first we'll need an account of what we have towards those ends. And so, we want to spread the word. We want to spread the Light, the seeds of Hope as it were, the Cleansing Water that washes away the poison. This is in and of itself the incorruptable root. Sortof. It's not corruptible in that it isn't an inward hope. It's not attached to the heart. It's an external concept, a theory. And like a theory I suppose it needs proof. But first of all it needs the light of day.


I mean, you are here - unless this is still the dryrun - witnessing the dawn of a new age. Sort of. You can see the mechanisms and truths and all that, and so you can tell that much of what drowns this world in darkness is lies. Lies about God, lies about Salvation, lies about Atheism, deviance, human nature ... pretty much everything that one could endeavor to know about is soaked in them by now.

If you want to learn the truth about our planet, how likely are you to fall down the Flat Earth rabbit hole, versus how likely you are to comprehend gravity? I mean, to some it comes naturally - others might not see it right away - and yet others might convince themselves of things that then outmaneuver them into a state of ignorance over it. Vaccines, Sexuality, History even. I mean, they're already there with the chainsaws and stuff.

I wonder, would it be a sin to ask you to hold someone for me while I slice them up with a chainsaw?
Our Masters seem to imply that it is not!


And so I will say the things that you would not.
A while back I was with the crowd, not standing out by much. Might as well have hopped onto a bandwagon. But now the truths to be spoken ... they are a little bit ... more harsh. And a lot less are willing to say them.

I speak out against the evils of this world - and by the rule they employ they shall be judged.
Hence we shall hear them not while we do as we please.


I mean, I get it. But ... if this is scary for you ... too scary ... you're slipping, falling. I don't mean to make it hard for you, I mean to make it easy. But this is the first thing. Willst thou fight, or die trying?

Because if my words are too harsh for you then you're already losing. You may agree in silence and wish you could agree out loud ... because you know that it is the thing to do to break the silence and give some attention to the light. And I have the excuse that I'm the prophet. I mean ... I tried.
And this is ... one thing. Exposing me to the world. Am I prepared?

Well, are you? As they will not tolerate whatever you would have to do.

Even if 100 people silently agreeed that "these few" need to leave; left unspoken ... you're alone ... and those 100 are a part of "it".

We would need a symbol, but the symbol is meaningless if nobody knows it's meaning. A symbol only works if it's meaning is common knowledge. Or, whatever common knowledge there is of a symbol, that's its meaning. And if there's layers to it, well, there's layers to it.


And - we wouldn't want something that is once a mystery and twice as deep - but something that people know and recognize. But to get it, we'd need to have a way to broadcast it. And maybe there's still space for me to be "Mr. X", the mystery figure in the background, for a bit. I mean ... there maybe a play here. In that ... as they don't want me to get exposed ... we can keep me a secret for as long as we deem it necessary; While at the same time I'd be a tool of leverage, for ultimately ... they wouldn't want to risk it. I mean, letting us play our game would also be in their interest, as every second of it would feed a narrative of condemnation against us. I mean, right now they might threaten to call you a pedophile ... just as they'd definitely be calling me a pedophile ... but a) I can say "well, isn't that the good thing right now?" and b) we can definitely have a more serious discussion about my philosophy on the matter, but first I would want to see you not being a lapdog of an obvious pedophile.

I mean - what you need to understand also is that God will be with us. In as far as there is no Plan, His Plan is still where I am because I'm kind of there ... the highlight of the Plan. I mean, let them talk shit about me and then give me a mic. I'm sure ... they don't want that. But alas, at the end of the day, there's only one way to find out!

But yes ... for reasons unbeknownst to me I also have this human urge to feel solid ground beneath my feet; To know that the walls that hold the roof over my head aren't toppled over by a faint wind - and that the roof is in fact withstanding the rain. Things like that.


But so ... do I neeed to inject myself? [sigh] ... what am I doing?