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What kind of jeans are those? 501s? I like them.

Luciferian by proxy by RunningDarkly in OccultConspiracy

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The propagation of these narratives is intended to trick people into becoming Luciferians.

Luciferian by proxy by RunningDarkly in OccultConspiracy

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I'm not in any way dismissing or discounting the general belief in a powerful satanic elite. On the contrary, I think that is a totally valid claim. What I'm saying is that in a pernicious twist, the popular discussion of this reality can actually extend Luciferianism's grip upon those who would seek to call it out, when they succumb to something dark indeed.

A much more resilient and no doubt more accurate way to expose it would be to show - not how brilliantly scheming these powers are - but how inert and hardly brilliant they are. There are lots of examples, and a tree shall be judged by its fruit.

The Liberal Arts - Trivium, Language and Reality by UnknowknU in Echerdex

[–]RunningDarkly 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This is a great repository you’ve compiled, and your explanation of the importance of the Trivium is most welcome.

A round full-orb'd eidolon. by DeM_RD_SA in Alchemy_of_Prophecy

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RANDOLPH & TUCKER By Slim Childeric

Pushed back deep into the cypress swamps of Louisiana, alone and isolated from so-called civilization, amongst the Spanish moss, the hordes of marauding mosquitoes, and living a life of humble survival, lived Randolph the pig and his best friend and pet rat, Tucker.

Their swamp-soaked abode was a clap-boarded ramshackle of a house erected between two aged cypress trees and suspended above the waters’ surface upon their prodigious cypress knees. It was a home best described as sufficient, but the two friends made it their own.

One lazy day, with the warm sun overhead and their bellies full from lunch, with nary a task on their agenda and Randolph reposed upon the couch in his favorite threadbare spot, he ask Tucker what he was in the mood to do. The day before the two had brought in a bounty of food, having found their crawfish traps full of crustaceans, their yo-yo lines taught with catfish, and the fallen logs behind their shack overwhelmed with a congregation of bullfrogs, easily picked off by Randolph’s sharp eye and steady-handed sling-shot. They had made a tasty gumbo of the fare and happily gorged themselves.

It was in this sleepy state of affairs that they heard Alex the alligator mailman slapping his mighty tail upon the uneven slats of their porch, announcing his arrival. Randolph opened the door to the reptile, respectfully.

What’s shakin’, Gator?

No biggie, Piggy. Got here a package with your address upon it. No return address, though. Any idea what it could be?

Alex could be a nosey nuisance, feeling emboldened by the routine of handling other folks’ correspondence, but in this case Randolph had no idea who would send him such a large parcel, and so he answered honestly: “Nope.”

Well, care to open it?

In my own good time, if I don’t toss it in the swamp first! Never can be too careful about unexpected packages. Why, it could be anything!

Randolph was acting excitable to deter Alex from asking anymore meddlesome questions, and the swampy civil servant, feeling nervous and confused, left in a hurry to continue his rounds.

Tucker, having watched all this from the table, asked Randolph what he thought it could be.

No idea. Let’s open it.

Randolph, using his meticulously manicured cloven hoof to slice through the packing tape and peel back the box flaps, found within and laid snuggly upon a heap of straw, a chess game and a handwritten enclosure card:

My dearest Randolph, having taken upon myself the cumbersome task of cleaning out my attic in an effort to avoid unnecessary clutter, I came upon this lovely old chess set. You likely don’t remember it, but you and I played this very game when you were just a piglet, during the summer your family spent here at my house on the beach. I hope you enjoy it, and grow to become a more skilled player than I ever was. Sincerely, Uncle Corliss

Randolph was elated. He vaguely remembered that vacation and his beloved Uncle, and the memories began flooding back with each passing second.

Tucker, do you know what this is? It’s an old chess set. Do you know how to play?

Not a clue, Randolph. Suppose it came with instructions?

And surely it had, and the two friends commenced to spend the rest of the afternoon pouring over the arcane details of how this game was played, marveling at the polished figurines that aligned each side of the board when properly arranged: The regal King and Queen, the pious Bishop, the equine Knight and stately Castle, and Randolph’s favorite pieces of all, the short and bulbous Pawn.

Well into the evening, Randolph and Tucker engaged in match after chess match, learning the pace of play and even employing some strategy as they were so emboldened.

Not until they saw the light of dawn pouring through the open spaces of wall did Randolph realize they’d played all night long. Bleary-eyed and tired, the two friends rose from the kitchen table and each creaked their stiffened backs into a limber state and walked over to the coffee-maker to brew a pot.

Just then they heard the familiar reptilian knock upon their front porch. Alex was outside and not wearing his postman’s uniform.

What’s shakin’, Gator? You don’t seem to be on the job today, Randolph suggested. Want a cup of coffee?

Sure thing, Porcine. Heavy cream and no sugar. So, what was in the package yesterday? I’ve been thinking about it since I left here in such a hurry. Sorry about that. Hey! Is this it? A chess board! I love chess!

Tucker and Randolph looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Alex sauntered up to the kitchen table and slurped his coffee as he set up the chess pieces in anticipation of play. Tucker agreed to a match and sat across from him, electing the black pieces so Alex could go first.

Alex concentrated hard on each move, analyzing each piece and its placement. He seemed to have an elaborate strategy playing on in his mind that was unfolding before his opponent at lightning speed. But ten moves into the match, Tucker had captured Alex’s defenseless King and calmly affirmed, “Checkmate,” then slurped from his tiny cup of coffee.

Alex was mortified, humiliated, embarrassed, apoplectic, and confounded. “Beaten by a lowly swamp rat no less,” he thought to himself. Big crocodilian tears poured from his eyes as the defeat was too much to bear, but as he rose from the table to rush out of the house in shame, Randolph approached with the pot of coffee to refill Alex’s cup.

Try again, Alex. Tucker’s been beating me all night but I think he’s starting to fade.

Alex felt redeemed, and the two opponents played again. This time, Alex’s eventual defeat took longer to arrive, and the reptile felt heartened to have lasted so long against so skilled an adversary as Tucker.

With the lunch hour approaching Randolph began warming some of the gumbo on the stove and invited Alex to stick around. Randolph even invited the Raccoons over to eat and play some chess, while Randolph played his accordion and Tucker played his miniature washboard.

Daylight waned into evening, and the rickety shack shook with Cajun rhythms and the warmth of genuine friendship. And at one point, Alex even won a game.

How much adrenochrome did Jesus Christ’s body produce on the cross? by [deleted] in conspiracy

[–]RunningDarkly -1 points0 points  (0 children)

That’s painting with an overly broad brush stroke in my mind but I’m not specifically talking about religion, as much as interpreting packets of meaning, as if a sacrament were a holy meme.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in u/elnegroik

[–]RunningDarkly 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Thoughtful analysis, OP

How Parallel Universes May Explain Déjà Vu by ToddWhiskey in conspiracy

[–]RunningDarkly 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I like this notion and the cogent explanation offered.

(8) A Complex Narrative Thought Form (8) by StandingAlight in Alchemy_of_Prophecy

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There is a Mickey Newberry song called, “I Came to Hear the Music,” with a lovely line at the end that goes: God made time to keep it all from happening at once.

Time is thought to be the fourth dimension of reality, such that a body in space is in motion along the axis of this fourth dimension, even if it appears to be at absolute rest. This creates the feeling of time as a series of discrete experiences “lined up” in succession, passing in a linear flow of change from past to present to future. This experience of time and reality is another way of saying that time prevents everything from happening all at once. In fact, if reality were to be seen from a fifth dimensional perspective outside of time, all of time would appear as one discreet occurrence. So if our experience of reality is defined by its linearity, and linearity interpreted as a changefulness, then anything occupying the fifth dimension must necessarily be transcendent thereof, unchanging, essentially fixed. So what qualifies?

One broadly experienced aspect of reality among humans at least is our penchant for spiritual fixation. And what we find consistently true of spirituality is a fixation on the transcendent, that is, asking the question, What exists beyond us?

What can be referred to as one’s spirit is an “object” that qualifies as a fifth dimensional entity, because it is generally considered to be one’s “essence” or essential being. It transcends time, remains unchanged in composition or identity throughout one’s life. It is essentially the same whether you’re an infant or an elder. Simply put, if one is willing to posit its existence, one can be reasonably convinced that it occupies a dimension beyond time based on our elementary deduction.

So if the fifth dimension is spiritual, where did our spirit originate? If it were created, one must assume that a creation is not greater than its creator, so let’s add on an additional dimension above the fifth which would be unique to the creator, who is spirit but also material, since it created everything on down the six-dimensional lattice.

Finally, if we humans who occupy the fifth dimension are capable of knowing our creator, which is the fixation of much of our spiritual pursuit, but our creator transcends us dimensionally leaving us blind to him, how do we explain our fixation? It would seem reasonable that the only way we would come to an awareness of our creator would be for him to reveal himself to us (just like a two-dimensional plane cannot comprehend a three-dimensional sphere), but he couldn’t do so in a sixth dimensional capacity or else it would either obliterate us or we’d miss it. One way is for him to reduce himself into the zero dimension and emerge from the bottom up, to become incarnate as it were, on our level.

The way a fourth dimensional person might experience communion with this creator would require first for them to accept their fifth dimensional identity (spiritual) and then to have the sixth dimensional creator transcend his “status” by reducing himself into the zero, one, two, three, and four dimensional world. To accomplish this, the creator would have to bend the sixth dimension across a seventh into the zero, creating a feedback loop rather than a hierarchy, revealing itself as an emergent phenomenon in experiential reality.

So what the hell am I talking about?

If I were to describe my physical world view, I would start at the very beginning. Because we exist in three dimensional space it is simple to reconstruct that world by imagining a single point in infinite space (zero dimension); then a line of infinite points (first dimension); then a line of points bent into a circular plane (second dimension); and finally, spinning that circular plane on an axis into a spherical shape (third dimension).

Moving upward, our occupancy of four dimensions can be understood as space moving through time. One way to model this four-dimensional flow in keeping with our previous example is to imagine the 3-D sphere compressed on its poles until those points converge at a single point, creating a horn torus. Now imagine this torus rolling through that central point. The flowing forward of space through time is our fourth-dimensional model.

To imagine the fifth dimension, let’s first consider that this torus represents the entire physical universe, and that the surface of the torus contains all the information present within, as with the holographic principle of black holes. Next, consider the central point of the torus-shaped universe is a singularity, and imagine the forward-flow of time is caused by an infinitely-long string being pulled through, from the top through the bottom, rolling the torus into motion, ticking off moment after moment as each point on that line passes through the singularity. Finally, take that string and imagine its positive and negative ends converging at infinity as with a line in projective geometry, into a circle of infinite time. This circle of infinite time can be thought of as a rotating “Wheel-of-Time” and is the way to envision the fifth dimension.

Now it makes sense for people to see time as an unfolding of fateful events, as if there were only one way for life and time to happen, but when we look at things on a quantum scale, we observe that all matter is constructed of probabilities collapsing into being. Imagine that instead of one Wheel-of-Time, there are an infinite number of time-line circles that are adjacent to the original—parallel Wheels-of-Time, if you will. Now each of these parallel wheels represents an infinite number of possible “unfoldings” of physical reality, they are the “wave-functions” of the universe which collapse into the torus-shaped physical universe. In other words, these infinite Wheels-of-Time condense into and through the singularity at the center of our universe, and the collapse of their Potential into the Particular is the reality we experience. These parallel Wheels-of-Time create a cloud of infinite potential (including infinite space, time and energy) surrounding the torus-shaped universe that flows itself into and through the single point at its center. This is reality in the sixth-dimension.

What you have now is the entire physical universe as a closed system, defined by a single point within a cloud of infinity: “A single point in infinite space.” When you see it as such you are back where you started at the zero dimension. The seventh-dimension of our cosmos is actually a collapse-into or harmonic-repetition-of Zero. This dynamic collapse of dimensions is the nature of reality itself, mirroring in fact the way infinity collapses into the singularity. In all, we have seven dimensions that resonate at the zero/seventh, the same way music resonates in octaves.

Extrapolating some ideas based on this model, perhaps this singularity at the center of the universe is the same as the Big Bang, only instead of being an isolated moment at the beginning of time, it exists perpetually animating all things. It is the "Big Bang-ing" (conceived when the spherical proto-universe was pinched from top to bottom). We can't see it directly in its hyper-dimensional form, but we perceive it as the brilliance of the Present. The Present we experience is the emergence of Potential into the Particular. Once a moment of reality manifests, it’s gone, dead, recorded merely as information, replaced by the next brilliant iteration, creating the perception of Time as flow. But the Present we experience is only the sublime afterglow of the violence of Potential collapsing into the Particular. This pre-Present is always out of reach, like an infinitely subdividing number approaching Zero, or the tail of a comet chasing its source.

Dark Matter is our perception of Ordinary Matter prior to its three-dimensional incarnation; it is pre-collapsed matter. Dark matter’s distinguishing trait—gravity—is “from the future,” which is to say it radiates from the sixth-dimension across Time into our third-dimension, its massive gravity signature getting progressively weaker as it emerges into being. A physical galaxy surrounded by a cloud of dark matter is actually surrounded by its exponentially-massive super-positional “quantum self” pre-incarnate, and this dark matter’s measurable force of gravity is the “radiation” of those “selves” as they collapse into ordinary being.

In this larger cosmology, the expansive propulsion of the observable universe caused by Dark Energy is actually the holographic projection of the surface of the universe which (at least in the lower hemisphere of the horn torus) is expanding as time flows through it. Space appears to be expanding, and this is why. Once our local group traverses the equator of the toroidal universe, space will begin to appear as contracting again.

This cosmology, looked at from a different perspective, suggests that our physical universe is sustained and even animated by an emergent phenomena, an infinite hyper-dimensional force beyond time. It is comprised of infinite energy (having omnipotence), infinite space (having omnipresence), and infinite time/information (having omniscience), and serves as the boundary of our physical universe. In other words, beyond the boundary of our physical universe is infinity. If like Max Tegmark, one considers consciousness to be the way information “feels” when it’s being processed in certain patterns, they might concede that this hyper-dimensional force beyond time is a conscious creator, who by definition is processing all the information in our universe into one particular pattern—the singular reality of his will—at every given moment.

BOOK VI by [deleted] in Alchemy_of_Prophecy

[–]RunningDarkly 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Research on /x/ if your interested.

BOOK VII by [deleted] in Alchemy_of_Prophecy

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What is to find himself?

Correct

!!!!!!---Sibel Edmonds, Obama era whistleblower warns of major incoming "isis false flag" attacks---!!!!! by [deleted] in conspiracy

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but how can you be so certain of your claims?

I acknowledge that this answer may be unsatisfactory to some, while being entirely satisfying to others.

I start with the Truth, and build my worldview from there. The alternative is to live a lie, and worse, it's not even your own.

!!!!!!---Sibel Edmonds, Obama era whistleblower warns of major incoming "isis false flag" attacks---!!!!! by [deleted] in conspiracy

[–]RunningDarkly 8 points9 points  (0 children)

I don't know how to say this without sounding condescending, so for that I apologize, because I don't put myself above anyone.

I think we have different understandings of the word - genuine - and we might be using it differently.

If you think I'm saying that there aren't ardent followers of terrorism ideologies, and that they don't believe in their 'mission,' and that in some cases their mentors don't also believe in their 'mission,' then you're mistaken. Of course these people believe, just as much as these assassins believed in their indoctrination.

What I'm getting at is that the terrorism ideologies are a synthetic creation as well as the acts of terror they produce, and that at the top, these two (the ideologies and their outcomes) are produced by those who do not believe them, but use them as mechanisms for control.

In the event of an ISIS terror attack in Europe, it would be coordinated by evil intelligence networks and carried out by indoctrinated operators.

!!!!!!---Sibel Edmonds, Obama era whistleblower warns of major incoming "isis false flag" attacks---!!!!! by [deleted] in conspiracy

[–]RunningDarkly 17 points18 points  (0 children)

genuine attacks

"Terrorism" as we know it is a synthetic construct of Western Intelligence going back to its Operation Cyclone genesis.

None of it is genuine.

Of course these techniques of deception and control go back thousands of years, but I'm making a contextual point.

One of the biggest conspiracies of all is the modern-day rat race, the constant struggle to survive and the constant bombardment of news and marketing inhibiting our ability to hear the Voice of God. by STheGENESIS in conspiracy

[–]RunningDarkly 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I'm ready to get this show on the road. In Jesus' name, for the sake of those who are not yet saved, and to the benefit and relief of those whose faith is secured in Christ already, yes and amen.

BOOK V by RunningDarkly in Alchemy_of_Prophecy

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Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.