"The Shadow of Fear... that Is Worse than the Fear Itself... Looms Over The Whole Shake 'N Bake of Wasted Lives."

God Poet Transmitting.......

I'd like to point out something I am aware of; in fact... it is something I am absolutely certain of. During all this time when Gates... Soros... Pfizer... Schwab... Fink... Kerry, and all those psychopaths at the UN... The WHO... and related Globalist agencies have been devoted to killing off millions of people, they have neglected to watch their own backs.

I have neglected to include the names of many other worthy groups and individuals, most especially The Rothschild Coven which is both... kind of, and one of the primary nests of evil at the very core of The Darkness of this world. They know who they are, and the relevant authorities know who they are too. When I say, 'relevant authorities,' I am talking about those who are actually in charge of everything on The Visible Plane, and not the ones who merely dress up as authorities in their particular cosplay fashion.

They have a distorted idea of how The Universe works. They are blind to its interactive, and especially its reactive nature... according to immutable laws. As they are attacking collective... world health... with the assistance of Big Pharma, and all sorts of governmental and NGO operations... their own health and well-being are under attack, and... it would not surprise me at all... if at this very moment, they are being made aware of The Enemy Within.

There is only so much that moronic medical science can do for them, and I know also... for a fact... that this very moment they are being hunted by creatures out of nightmare regions... sent to this plane... especially for them. It takes no special or insider knowledge on my part to be aware of this.

A simple... though deeper understanding... of cause and effect... as well as a familiarity with the law enforcement divisions on invisible planes... is all I need, and I have both of these, as well as regular access to some of the doings that are going on out-of-sight... and mostly out-of-mind too.

They don't know nearly as much as they think they do, and the forces they have been relying on... for much of the havoc they have been creating, do... not... answer... to... them. They are... all of them... caught in a cosmic vice... that is pressing in on them and there is no escape whatsoever... other than the mercy of God, and nothing and no one otherwise that can help them. They are doomed... screwed and tattooed with a form of invisible ink that is quite legible to those parties that are concerned with sorting them out.

Even now... they could reverse a great deal of the retribution that is headed their way, BUT it is unlikely they will turn in that direction. Their insolent and arrogant natures have been forming... for lifetimes... on their way to the apocalyptic dénouement.

Already... many things are going wrong for them Out Here, However... In There... where they cannot see... other karmic pathologies are developing. They have a sense of increasing dis-ease, but they do not know the source of it. It is spurring them on to ever more reckless behaviors. Desperation is setting in. So they turn their attention away from where their real concerns lie. Images of the evil they have done are playing... increasingly... in their minds. It is taking real effort to keep it at bay.

I am very certain of what I am saying or I wouldn't be saying it. Generally... when I am not certain of something... or unaware of the specific forms that anything might take, I make a point of saying so... or I fall back on... Time will tell and we shall see. In this case, I know these things to be true because that is ALWAYS the case in situations like this... and as they relate to people like them.

They KNOW they are in trouble, BUT... they've always been able to get around it in the past... through temporal force and connections; NOT THIS TIME.

Their fire-breathing reflection is coming round the mountain. The other side of Dorian Gray is replicating... like the images in barbershop mirrors... that face one another across the cutting and shaping floor and give us a simple image of what a space-time continuum looks like, and what it contains. Hal is not going to open the bomb bay doors.

I am telling you this because conditions... increasingly... look like the visage of an angry Dire wolf, as the subconscious has an increasingly harder time blocking out the fruits of an undisciplined imagination. Unfortunately... in Times of Material Darkness... people are chronically looking out instead of looking in, and know very little about how things work there... as opposed to the entertainments looping through their cluttered heads.

I suppose empty heads would also suffice here. They won't be offended by my saying so because they will never read these words. If they did they would not understand them, and they would also never associate them with themselves. Why... they know who they are. They can see that clearly in the eyes of everyone they think they know, and... run alongside of. They have things they own, and... things they do. They have name recognition... among important people... who will be joining them on the train.

What train is that? It is the train they are already on, and it is taking them to exactly where their acts and intentions arrive, in... the... same... as... everyone... else.

It's not just the big creatures that are going down. So are all the little creatures that follow them around and live off of what falls from their pockets, and the corners of their mouths. It's a crowded train. They have had to put on additional cars, many... many... many additional cars. This train won't fit through The Narrow Gate. This is the broad gate and the wide road... or tracks if you prefer... that leads to destruction.

It needs to be wide because of the many that are passing through the gate and over the road... or tracks if you prefer. This is not the small gate and narrow road that leads to life, and which only a few find... because very few are looking for it... in the first place.

They will be looking hard and breathing hard in not a great space of time to come... as conditions worsen and the shadow of fear... that is worse than the fear itself... looms over the whole Shake 'N Bake enterprise of wasted lives. These are the fat and happy campers that wave banners and hold posters in the crowds... that have come to hear The Judas Goats... tell them about what they're gonna do if you elect them to the job of routing you... through the paddocks to The Killing Floor.

These are the people who are still getting The Killer Vaccines, the people who prescribed the vaccines, the people who made and sold the vaccines, and the people who talked them up but got another version of the vaccines.

These are the people who line up at the fast food counters. Who buy their food in packages with laundry lists of ingredients. These are the people who think Israel has a right to kill and torture with impunity. These are the people who get all bright-eyed about vacuous celebrities; who thought Barbie was a great film; I wouldn't know. I didn't see it.

These are the people who don't see the chemtrails... or figure they must be for the good of everyone. These are the people who are so busy planning for a future... that is not going to come... that they can't see the future the monsters have in store for them, the trailer is playing in the coming attractions... right now... in The Event Horizon.

They and that vast horde of the clueless... who affirm each other no matter what... along with the predators that are leading them... and whatever living and breathing flotsam and jetsam gets caught up in the wind behind them, are all on the train... or the boat... or the plane; on the sidewalks and in the suites... wherever people congregate to wait for their ship to come in.

Here they gather to hedge their bets... short selling and going long... betting on the come... waiting on the corner for someone who's going to make them all feel better on the day they all get well.

I feel like the man with the shaggy hair and the sandwich board that says, “The end is nigh.” Then again... not really... because I'm not anxious or disturbed. I'm not frightened or dismayed. I know it's just weather moving on the screen, and I know the guy who controls the weather and also composes the screen.

I wish I didn't feel so bad about the people who are committed to hurting everyone else, but... I do. I know what's coming for them. I know the nature of the road that awaits them on their way through time and space to come. The Divine is right there, my friends... motionless and ceaselessly in motion... like magnets attracting and repelling by turns... that generates the whole electro-magnetic dance of life... coming and going... and disguised as weather... easily as changeable... and impossible to predict.

End Transmission.......

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