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- Herausgeber: ash bunsee
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
My Struggle is a three part book of one man’s
struggle to understand this complex world, its meaning and our purpose for being here, because he has taken the view that we are not creatures of some random
freak natural accident!
My Struggle is composed as a
polemical metafiction written in easy style and simple language about the
Illuminati. The book incisively and comprehensively tells the story like never before of the formation of the
illuminati since its beginning in the
first age!
The story lucidly tracks, traces, unwinds and simplifies the
complex role, secret codes and functions
of the
secretive Illuminati whose giant tentacles
on the one hand stretches deeper than you can ever imagine from
ancient times into every known fiendish criminal activity and organization on this planet. The
Illuminat’s concept and influence has led to the formation of
governments, religion and its pivotal role in
organized
paedophilia, crime, economics disciplines,
truth suppression,
UFO’s and so much more is made unveiled!
Unsealed on the other hand are
Illuminati’s pervasive control mechanisms akin to a
tap root that invades our
minds, body’s including our very
souls robbing us of our lifeblood which is our true
individuality and energies!
This compelling book,
My Struggle comprehensively draws out the secretive pure evil
shadowy Illuminati’s illusion like never before, as this organization urgently vies for our total control and destruction through science and
Artificial Intelligence (AI).This book outlines the flimsy fraudulent nature of science and
AI by comparing it to
ancient arcane disciplines.
The original manuscript was stolen via a slick Cyber Attack from the author’s computer almost on the exact moment and day of its completion by one of the largest technological organizations on the planet as reported by one of the own who blew the whistle! Read redacted open leter at the end of book.
My Struggle ought to come with a warning…
Read it now and your life may never be the same ever again!
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Table of contents
My Struggle
Prologue.
Chapter 1 My Struggle
“This is a dumb book for smart people!”
Chapter 2 The secret Rise of Evil
Chapter 3 India
Chapter 4 Mysterious Prelude
Chapter 5 Midnight Moves
Chapter 6 The Mysterious Temple
Chapter 7 The Trek
Chapter 8 The Mysterious Cave
Chapter 9 The Dream
Chapter 10 Another New Day
Chapter 11 The Return of the Gods of Illusion
Chapter 12 The First Age
Chapter 13 The Cradle of Civilization and Pharaoh
Chapter 14 The Birth of Democracy
Chapter 15 The Attack on the Matrix
Chapter 16 The lost city
Chapter 17 The Devils Advocates
Chapter 18 The Divine Communication
Chapter 19 The Chosen Ones
Chapter 20 Fingerprints of Deceptive Gods.
Chapter 21 Ashmodeus and the Prophet
Chapter 22 The Invisible Demon
Chapter 23 Walking In Memphis
Chapter 24 The Great Fiction through Masquerade
Chapter 25 Confusion on the Ground.
Chapter 26 The greater deception
Chapter 27 The Two Worlds
Chapter 28 The battle of two minds
Chapter 29 Kali Ma
Chapter 30 The Wanderers in the Jungle
Chapter 31 The Fascinating Wanderer
Chapter 32 The Star Initiation
Chapter 33 The Wolf People
Chapter 34 The Morning After.
Chapter 35 The Village in the Jungle
In the Year 6 BC
Bonus Chapter
-The End of Book 1-
Book 2
Chapter 1 The Sannyasi
Chapter 2 The secret connection
Chapter 3 The Demonising Of Man
Chapter 4 The Sannyasi and the Vampire
Chapter 5 In The World of Light
Chapter 6 The Theft of the Soul
Chapter 7 A Restless Beast.
Chapter 8 The Weaponization Of Food
Chapter 9 The Poisoned Chalice
Chapter 10 Eternal Earth
New Chapter 11 Man Versus Robots
Chapter 12 The ones
Chapter 13 The Secret Flame
Chapter 14 Worship through Deceit and Terror
CHAPTER 15 Unidentified Flying Objects
Chapter 16 The Metamorphosis of the Mind
Chapter 17 Magic in Motion
Chapter 18 The Mysterious Magic Moon
Chapter 19 UFO from the centre of earth
Chapter 20 Lucy in the Sky
Chapter 21 Area 51
Chapter 22 Inside Area 51
Chapter 23 Nature and the Show
Chapter 24 Puppet Masters Inc
Chapter 25 The City of Flowers
Chapter 26 The Centre of the Earth
-The End of Book 2-
Book 3
Chapter 1 Making My Way Back
Chapter 2 In The Beginning
Bonus chapter
The Aftermath!
-The End-
open Letter
My Struggle
An epic story about the Illuminati
Union Square Publications
Author: Ash Bunsee
Copyright Ash Bunsee
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The story behind the story
The story My struggle has been work in progress almost throughout the authors life.
The author formally stated working on the book since 1995 after he experienced a life changing paranormal encounter. Years ago the author stated writing the book and it was at this time that the author experienced a very strange and bizarre occurance and this is what happened… The manuscript was stolen via a slick Cyber Attack from the authors computer almost on the exact moment and day of its completion! A redacted facsimile of an open letter sent to the technological institution that an employee and whistleblower has fingered appears at the end of this book.
This traumatic theft has left the author to painstakingly reconstruct, much of this new manuscript from memory, this new abridged version of the original stolen 230 000 odd word three part book manuscript had to be reconstructed from scratch under very difficult conditions that was made even more difficult by constant and numerous other Cyber Attacks and remote interferences with the new manuscript.
These well orchestrate attacks has caused for the author to edit and re-edit this manuscript countless times as words were made deliberately misspelt, grammar, prose and certain ideas and its meaning would be repeatedly altered, All of this had to redone because the author would not let this story die a sudden death just so that the author could keep this story alive and tell it to you!
“ This book is dedicated to the mysterious Great Single Spirit, who lovingly keeps the eternal flame of the pure amongst us alive with that secret sacred intelligent flame”… “The spirit of life!”
“ If you believe that this, so called civilization and the world, as we know it, is a beautiful and just place, then please do not purchase or read this book as it may burst your bubble! And be sure to know that it is not written with you in mind!”
This book is dedicated to the mysterious Great Single Spirit, who lovingly keeps the eternal flame of the pure amongst us alive with that secret sacred intelligent flame”… “The spirit of life!”
“ If you believe that this, so called civilization and the world, as we know it, is a beautiful and just place, then please do not purchase or read this book as it may burst your bubble! And be sure to know that it is not written with you in mind!”
Prologue.
1976
And so the journey begins… I cannot seem to put my finger on it, but there are for reasons unknown to me, back in the good old seventies, long after the upheaval of both World Wars, the world, as I knew it, seemed to have transformed itself into a better place with the promise of much individuality and freedom.
#
I opine that, in the air lived a continuous vibrant buzz that seemed to promise humankind more freedom! I thought that life was a party that could never end; well it certainly seemed that way!
Life was great back then, and everything in the world seemed so promising and beautiful with less madness. In addition, the surveillance concept of big brother watching you seemed so very implausible! I suppose that every generation will say the same as at the end of the day after witnessing the evil outcomes of our oppressive governments.
As individuals who have say, experienced the iconic era of the roaring forties that was defined by its big band sounds and formal defined fashion sense with a culture of male chivalry someone like me may overall rate those years as the being best years of their lives!
I first met the dapper Jung Bahadur back in the city of Jakarta, the capital city of Indonesia on a pre-planned city tour. The seating arrangements of the tour company called for us to sit next to each other in a luxury motor coach.
I still can remember him first engaging me in a rather in depth and eloquent manner about politics, but more specifically about politics in the country of South Africa, which just happens to be the land of my birth. We shared much lively conversation that spanned politics, the Colour Barapartheid system and the pros and cons of capital punishment.
The Bahadur and I struck up an immediate friendship and at the end of the tour; he invited me to join him for lunch at his hotel, which was at the storied Hotel Indonesia.
Over a well laid out luncheon, we spoke about many lively and interesting topics including the sordid background of the Ghandi dynasty and its hidden connections to the Illuminati. This is a dynasty that lords over the people in the land of his birth, in the ancient sub continent called India.
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A few days later we spent the night at a lively smoke filled pub downstairs quaffing copious amounts of Bintang draft beer on tap and taking in the great music of a live five-piece band, whose rendition of “The Four Seasons” cover version of the song “December, 1963” I really enjoyed. The catchy words and tune of the song resonated and overwhelmed me so much so, that midway through the song, as much as I tried, I just could not resist dancing to the beat, so I took to the dance floor with a lovely girl in a red silk dress.
Now that “girl in red” was seated all on her lonesome next to me. She was innocently minding her own business, in a rather eloquent manner, until I politely intruded into her space and asked her to join me for a dance, “I believe that in these so called post modern feministsera many persons may label this innocent act as sexual harassment!”
Her strikingly elegant composure caught my eye from the get go. She seemed to add a special brand of glamour and glitz to the large square otherwise boring bar counter that served as a “dumb valet for her purse and handbag” She courteously obliged me and we took to the floor. She sure knew how to dance with inspiring fluid motion and style.
#
“ Drank too much last night!” I awoke the next morning with a hangover and spent the day lounging at the pool – side, after enjoying a spicy vegan style nasi goreng for breakfast. I washed down my breakfast with a copious amount of Perrier water laced with fresh lemon juice.
It was upon my first sip of pink gin and tonic at the pool - side that I felt my eyes explode as I became larger than life. I took in the Indonesianmorning in slow motion and watched the world sail by in a haze of carefree light-headedness. I felt not a care in the world in my imagined invincible state of mind. I celebrated life, lost in the Indonesian minute!
#
After midday, it was to be a quick refreshing cold shower and then I slipped into light cream coloured cotton Brooks Brother’s style business suit, as the heat of the day was oppressive.
I stepped out to face the world and it was business as usual.
The day proved to be a hectic Monday of business meetings. It was late in the afternoon when I called up the Bahadur at his hotel and invited him out for an evening meal and drinks at the trendy Tanamur nightclub. He graciously accepted my invitation and of course, my female friend, the “girl in red” whom I had met at the pub at the hotel accepted my invitation to join us as well.
Amid lively conversation, we wined, dined, and smoked cigarillos and sorbranes as we danced the night away with a few of the other trendy girls that we befriended at the glitzy nightclub.
The club’s seventies style,avant garde interior was decked out in rich woven cotton orange fabric that covered the seating’s, and the authentic white beech wood floors added to the contrast of highlighting the cannery yellow silk carpeted walls throughout the expanse of the club, which gave it a look and feel of warm opulent comfort.
The Bahadur had to attend a conference in Singapore, so we left the club a bit early… at dawn, “wearing happy smiles!”
We caught a cab to his hotel where he dashed into the shower “in and out,” then he slipped into a pair of white slacks, a blue polo shirt, as he grabbed his passport from the Elsafe, threw a few cloths items into a small French style carryall,and then we literally dashed downstairs and into the waiting taxicab.
We took turns in prompting Zulfigal who was our friendly cab driver that we recently befriended to engage in some low level flying to the Sakamo Hatta International Airport in order for the Bahadur to catch his 8.20 am Silk Air flight to Singapore. We reached the airport in record time.
#
I spent the week in Jakarta immersed in wining and dining and conducting my business affairs until on Friday midday, I received a telephone call from the Bahadur, who invited me up to spend the weekend at his flat in Singapore.
I was about to politely decline his offer when I asked myself the question, what is it that I have to lose? I immediately accepted his gracious offer and we spent a weekend of wild partying both at numerous clubs, not least at the Raffles. We capped the early morning madness of fun at his beautifully appointed Orchard Road apartment, where we were later joined, by some of his other fun loving friends who also seemed to love and enjoy the nightlife perhaps a little bit more than we did!
#
Come Monday we rode up to Singapore International Airport together as the Bahadur caught an earlier Air Garuda Indonesian flight light back to Jakarta for a day and then to his home in Bombay and I boarded a Boeing 747 home to New York City.
#
Once settled into my routine at home, I tried calling the Bahadur at his Bombay residence but his assistant politely informed me that he was away on extended leave in Lake Titicaca in South America. I left a message for the Bahadur to contact me at his convenience. Over the course of three months, I did not hear from him at all! Until one day, unexpectedly whilst busy in my store I received a surprise call from the Bahadur. After exchanging customary pleasantries, the Bahadur surprised me by inviting me to his home in Bombay, and once I agreed to take up his offer, then he floored me by asking if I cared to join him on an overland expedition from South Africa to Egypt? It did not take me long to make up my mind especially when he mentioned my old home town in South Africa which brought back nostalgic memories!
#
The Bahadur lived in a splendid bungalow in the Malabar district. The plants and trees in the Bahadur’s garden are planted in such a manner that it gave off a soothing Zen like effect on one’s mind upon its vision. There was a liberal sprinkling of fruit trees and other exotic plants.
His expansive garage housed two pale blue Rolls Royce’s and three gleaming Mercedes Benz cars. I spent many nights at the Bahadur’s bungalow and I had the great opportunity of meeting his beautiful princess, a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend of whom I noticed first hand, how they shared a wonderful passionate but somewhat balanced relationship.
#
Our entire trip from South Africa by road to Egypt lasted for two months and one day as we spent time along our travels with interesting people that we met all along the way.
We travelled along in a rugged Hino truck kited out with showers and a host of other creature comforts. We saw many an ancient ruins of Africa which are real and we passed by the great River Zambezi of I which I watched fall in perpetual motion in what is known as the Victoria Falls!
It was at the tail end of our expedition, each of us left from Cairo International Airport to our respective countries, but we made a promise that we would meet again. As per usual, but this time around it was to be much longer than anticipated as I had heard nothing from the Bahadur,for awhole five years! Despite my three initial unreturned telephone calls to his residence in as many months.
I had all but given up on ever seeing the Bahadur again especially here in my hometown, until one morning as I got to my store. I was completely surprised to see the Bahadur.
He cut a fine figure attired in a black pin stripped Hugo Boss suite waiting out at the entrance of my store. I got off the cab and immediately asked him to wipe the grin from his face as we stepped forward and warmly shook hands and then hugged each other.
I could not help but fire a barrage of questions at him! However, I received no answers, just what seemed to me to be a caring warm smile.
#
The Bahadur spent a week with me living in my apartment, actually helping me out doing physical chores at home and at my store. I was amazed and I even told him so, because I was dumbfounded to see a playboy like him get his hands dirty! As per his new usual self, that I was slowly coming to grips with his new demeanour, he smiled without offering me an explanation to his newfound character.
I begged the Bahadur to go out pubbing and clubbing with me, but he politely declined my offer. I asked the Bahadur if he has contracted some sort of rare illness that caused him to refrain from having fun. However, he just shook his head with a smile. I was intrigued but decided not to push the issue and decided to let sleeping dogs lie. It is unlike that I was not curious to know why the Bahadur did not contact me for five whole years… and it is highly unlikely he did not receive my messages from his very competent assistant whose competence I experienced firsthand whilst spending time at his home.
#
As the Bahadur was about to board, his flight back home he thanked me for my great hospitality and then he did something that I found to be out of the ordinary! He handed me a sealed white banker’s envelope and asked me to open it once he had boardedhis flight!
#
Taken aback by his unusual gesture, I placed the envelope securely in my tweed jacket’s inner pocket, gave him one last wave, as I turned away from him and walked out the departure hall. I caught a cab immersed throughout my ride home with all sorts of thoughts running through my mind!
#
I showered and then poured myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc de Blanc. I carefully opened the envelope, not knowing what to expect. Within the envelope was an Ariston watermarked note attached to what looked like a plane ticket. I looked at the short handwritten note. I opine that the note was carefully worded, written out succinctly with a fountain pen, whose steady cursive writing that read simply…
Dear Friend
Please find enclosed a return ticket to Bombay for the 29th day of July, which is the next month. I would like you to join me at my residence for two days. I will understand if you cannot make it especially at such short notice.
In addition to the note’s curious wording it was signed off as…
“ Your friend”
“ JB”
I read the note again as I reached for a cigarillo. I could not make head or tail of it. I had some strange thoughts run through my head, one of which was, was the Bahadur unwell? When I stopped to think about it, of recent, I did find his behaviour a bit odd to say the least!
I felt that I owed it to our friendship to comply with the Bahadurs wishes!
#
The Bahadur was much pleased to see me arrive at his home. I must add that he looked fine, healthy, and happy! I noticed that his home was devoid of its usual rich clutter and staff compliment, but I decided not to say anything about the minimalist look.
The Bahadurs girlfriend was present of whom he affectionately referred to as his princess and she as per usual looked radiant and happy too!
It was over a simple vegan dinner that the Bahadur had prepared by himself, the Bahadur finally brought me up to speed on the new developments in his life. He carefully with a select choice of words told me that five years ago he had a life threatening motor vehicle accident that made him re-evaluate and to question his life and his sole purpose here on the earth!
#
He told me that he took a well thought out decision to renounce all forms of materialism and to become a sannyasi!
“ I have abandoned all claims to social and family standing.” “That is to say that I have chosen to live in a world without the intoxication of money, power and prestige.” “As I am sure that you are aware that a sannyasi cannot be the head of a household although there are some known exceptions.” He continued that for almost five years he had engaged an ascetic teacher that taught him how to renounce all forms of worldly deceptions and got him ready to enter into the wilderness in order for him to live with nature.
Then he dropped the bombshell! By stating that, “The Bahadur that I once knew had died!”
“ What!” “I could not believe my ears!”“He went on to say that he was not the same person that I once knew. He informed me that he had become a completely new purer entity” He looked at me in the eye as he told me with deep emotion that “in the morning when dawn arrives he would don a simple pure cotton hand-woven loincloth and then head into the jungle never to return into this civilization!”
All I could do was to look at him as I felt a sense of blank take over and numb my mind.
#
It was to be within the crack of dawn when we rode down with the Bahadur to the edge of the urban sprawl. This is where the smog and neon lights turned to wood. He carefully removed and then slowly handed to his Princess the signet 18-karat gold ring that he wore on his pinkie finger. Then, with a faraway look in his eyes, he just as carefully removed his custom-made Blaken style diamond encrusted Rolex Perpetual Oyster watch from his wrist and handed it to me.
We stood transfixed in the chill of that smog-filled morning, each consumed with our own thoughts I guess. I thought deeply about this complex world and my struggle, which is a struggle to understand this world as we know to be with it’s every meaning and facet.
The great one without saying a word, he slowly turned around and cut through the smog and heavy silence that hung in the air…without saying any goodbyes.
The Bahadur slowly walked away from us never looking back…
We watched him walk away with a proud stature as he took confident long but slow strides, walking into the jungle that stood there in all her mysteriously glory and elegance.
The timeless jungle like the ocean was there waiting ever so patiently for him? And who knows…? “Perhaps someday she awaits the entire world!” Watching this scene play out brought a burning nostalgic craving for de-urbanisation that consumed me like fire!
He allowed the endless jungle to swallow up his lonesome self! I may not have realized it back then but my struggle for deep answers to my many complex questions had just began!
Chapter 1 My Struggle
“This is a dumb book for smart people!”
It’s a lifelong struggle from childhood to understand this purposely designed fiendish complex world, its meaning and the reason and purpose of us being here. I have dedicated virtually my entire life in my quest to find the hidden answers and truth in the secret worlds of Lucifer. It’s a long, long winding seemingly never ending journey.
A journey like no other that forms the basis of my struggle in a world for those with eyes to see…not the sugar coated world that they want us to see but to see reality as it is. A world that they lovingly fill systematically with oceans of tears, hunger, disease, poverty, much suffering, injustice, war,genocide, paedophilia and ignorance. All of these things are not natural occurrences as they would have us believe oh no dear readers, these things are secretly made by the evil unclean spirited ones. This truth is hidden by secret oaths. These dismal oceans of hell that the majority are forced to live in surrounds a different world that co-exists with ours, a world of wealth that is mainly a preserved domain for the elites, the royal, the rich and the famousclass of people. In this paradise none shall be held accountable for even the most heinous crimes ever.
I walk down this road still, strewn with its trials and tribulations that has much roadblocks and hardship.
I have crossed swords with morons a term coined by Jewishpsychologist Henry Goddard and the eugenics secret society created imbeciles class of persons who comprise the useful idiots of our captors.
I have wined and dined with the wise wizards who claim to be completely on my side whilst they secretly hold the hand of the Devil. The greatest oasis in all of this is the good pure souls that have given me the inspiration and courage to continue on my road. May perpetual contentment and divine glory be to all of them!
We are creatures and creations of beautiful pure natural magic and I say to hell with the morons and the imbeciles of this world because their masters will eventually genocide all of them. I say to hell with the wise wizards that aspire for the controlled destruction of all that which is clean and pure which comprises nature.
Take a good look around you and what do you see? I will tell you what you see, you see fauna and flora and the secret magical spirit that courses through them and courses through every other living thing!
My struggle to understand this complex world is winding down! Yes dear readers it’s coming to an end because I finally understand that this all complex world as we know it to be, is nothing but a hollow illusion and a simple one at that! This illusion is only complex if you believe it to be so!
Yes this controlled illusion is deliberately designed to look, feel and exude a complex aura! “At first the illusion gives off the notion that it is highly complex and indestructible but this illusion is a flimsy facade that dances to their tune and the words of their never ending story. The answer to their illusion is to see it for what it is… it is nothing but a house of cards held together by a joker! This house of cards is disguised by magic to resemble a battle ship of thunder,iron, fire and steam”
“ Once you allow for the cobwebs that veils your deep understanding of things to be made removed then you can began to see and experience the truth”
I have also found that giving up my intoxication for money, power and social standing is a great place to start but it too is a process and a struggle. Yes it is a deep hard struggle that at times it may drive one to the brink of insanity but it’s doable!
I invite all you brave souls to jump in with me and share my struggle at this point as we journey into the deep unknown… but first… it’s important for us to believe that we are magic!
We are magic! And included in our wonderful magic state is our wonderful magical ability to dream. Stop for a while and image if you can… what would life be like if we did not possess the magical ability to dream? Stop for a moment and imagine what the quality of your life would be like if you never experienced having a single dream in your entire life!
Dreaming is beautiful! It keeps your mind alive when you sleep because our bodies cannot survive without the mind!
Dreaming is a whole new world that allows for us to transcend and experience the soft yet powerful world of light.
This brings us to the great question…“Are dreaming a tool for us to use in order to allow our subconscious mind to tap in at will into otherworldly dimensions?
If this “dream state (question, can it be called time travel?) has any merit to it, then perhaps our dreams, actually are true real life encounters of a “complex deepspiritual kind”I opine that it is too!
So then, is it in this physical realm that I may have become intoxicated by my mysterious dreams that caused me to time travel and foretell my future and for this polemical meta-fiction to become written? You be the judge!
I believe that many of my deep questions of the world, religion and of my life’s purpose has been answered in my dream state.
You see there is a great and hidden secret. This secret is so great that there are its protectors and enablers that hide behind the closed doors and secret words and language of mystery schools, secret societies. They rely on the power and mystery of language in order to carry forth their dark Luciferian agenda and communicate amongst themselves whilst keeping us in the dark, in a state of what can be termed as a state of self destruction or Armageddon.
The word apocalypse is widely used. It is understood by many to mean Armageddon.
Armageddon isthe idea of the destruction of the world. This idea is the most accepted definition but it is not the only one.
The word Apocalypse also translates into the unveiling of hidden knowledge or revelation or the lifting of the veil. “Ahhh the veil word!” The removal of the cobwebs or the lifting of the veil is what we must strive to achieve in order for us to see and then taste real and not false freedom!
Apocalypse is the secret sacred information that lies as the basis of the Lucifericmystery schools ability to control this realm!This secret knowledge is one of Illuminati’s most powerful tools! (more about Illuminati later) Without this, they lose total control over us!
This is because if enough people hear about “secret knowledge” and most importantly, “if enough people believe it” then their thousand-year gig will be up and their deception where the “emperor has no clothes” are made revealed for all of us to see!
This revelation in effect making their rule by secrecy revealed and thus made ended by a revolution of minds!
I suspect that their demise by the people will be swift and painful, therefore another one of their greatest secrets, which is… they created the false concept of God and religion! This brings us to the question “is there anyone there at the top…in the sky? No, dear readers there really is no one there sitting above the clouds” A careful open- minded study of the holy books both eastern and western varieties will corroborate this truth. We are being misled by them! It is all a ruse!
That great big pearly white chair in the sky is empty!It’s empty” its empty, its empty!“We have been duped with the Devil’s God theory because everything is just theory as enforced here on Earth by Lucifer as Lucifer who lives forever when he assumes the frames of the men who he makes god here on Earth.
This Apocalypse or Armageddon is one of their greatest secrets that are guarded by the mainly millionaire and billionaire members of the Illuminati aligned secret societies with their very lives. You may inquire how so? It is this lie that allows Lucifer to rule the world of deception! Lucifer the un-dead replicating son of the Devil is nothing more than a construct of the Devils Master Game! It is all a giant movie script and we are mere actors!
We are actors living in a mix of movie-land and a simulated Master Game software(think (Xbox and Game of Thrones) both of which are guided by the Illuminati controlled narrative that makes the game of thrones combined with the most complex chess moves ever… look like reading “Alice in Wonderland.” this is the reason why shills like professor Steven hawking a Jew, Movie director Jewish Steven Spielberg and Microsoft’s Jewish Bill Gates frequently infer in the mass media that we may be living in a computer simulation of sorts?
It is these lies that rains confusion on the ground which creates the perfect chaotic environment for the elites and royalty to live in their bubble world of wealth, privilege, power over us, whilst their every word is glamorized by their Illuminati beast mass media! They do as whatever they please in a world where the Law applies only to us, “the little people!”
As mentioned, secret societies keep this information hidden through their system of verbal and written secret oaths. They will not hesitate to unleash every bit of force at their disposal including murder in order to keep this hidden information of which they falsely label as State secrets and classified information from falling into our hands!And so they have devised an elaborate system to do to us what the giant Illuminati controlled food corporations do to our food, “Like the defective products that they sell in supermarkets disguised as food! Therefore humans too are systematically turned into defective products by the Illuminati created establishments! Moreover, that Illuminati system that is responsible to stamp and mould us for them is… none other than our wonderful ‘false educational system which is an unnecessary evil.”
Chapter 3 India
“ When the truth fills your very soul, you may never be the same ever again, this may perhaps make you feel like a stranger in world that you thought you once knew”
And so this expedition by the body for the mind continues…
I sang the words of my favourite song softly that went like this…
I hold this day with the fondest regards of my eternal ancestors
many of whom have been made destroyed
made destroyed, made destroyed before their time here on Earth
but they are still alive, living eternally in the world of light, winds and energy.
They live still in all elements coming to us at will over and over again and again
To my ancestors blowing in the winds…
blowin across the forest… across the plains… across the oceans
blowin across the suns, the moons,
blowin so eloquently in their interstellar journeys across the stars …
and to my ancestors blowing in the raging winds within me
makin us one…
I stopped singing and allowed for the beautiful song to play out in my head. I was tired and weary and I used my hand to mop the sweat from my brow that I worked up from walking the long and winding journey through the vast jungles of Hindustan. We slowly but enthusiastically made our way from India towards the borders of Nepal. I noticed that both of my guides, whom agreed to accompany and guide me to the midpoint of this vast seemingly endless jungle, seemed to be well acclimatised to what I found to be adverse weather conditions.
Mr weatherman high up, surely must have sensed me being a foreigner to these parts and had a practical sense of humour… he wasted no time in sapping me dry of my bodily fluids!
As I walked on, my mind sailed back to the time when I first outlined my plans to these two very amicable and friendly young men. I carefully outlined to them my intention to trek to the borders of Nepal.
My request caused for both of them to look instantaneously at each other with a sense of alarm! I found them to be overall polite maybe because they did not say a word at first. The look on their slender faces spoke volumes. I gleaned from the look on their faces that both of them did not agree with my plans, because it must have appeared to routrageous.
The eldest of the two, carefully explained to me speaking in a reasonable conciliatory tone that they did not think that it was both possible and safe for me to undertake such a trip on foot.
They reckoned that “in their opinion,” it was much too dangerous a trip to make in its entirety, they stated that the best they were prepared to do for me was to guide me to a halfway point into the jungle.
Then I caste my mind back to the smog filled morning on the outskirts of Mumbai when we bade the sannyasi good bye, yes so many memories…. I snapped back to my interaction with the guides “My mind guided by my sixth sense had been made up from the outset, and as much as I respected their expertise and views on the matter at hand, I took into account that their views was not a thumb suck, but rather it would have been based on their considerable experience acting out as guides on their various other expeditions into the vast jungles.
It was my very friendly hotel owner and a man of whom I observed to be of a very honest disposition who recommended these two as highly seasoned Expeditors. I sipped on my chai as I rolled over in my mind their advice and deep concerns. I asked them to give me the reasons for their concerns. They unhesitatingly and unanimously told me that the jungles at around the halfway point become incredibly dense. They also claimed to have had heard of many accounts of strange occurrences that occurred particularly in those areas just past the dense midpoint of the jungle!
They informed me that there were other people and their guides who ventured into certain uncharted parts of the jungle who had actually disappeared without any trace!
I looked at them intently and whispered under my breath “The Illuminati Decoded!”
They shot a startled looked at me, confused, perhaps? Thinking that I had taken leave of my senses… then the younger guide asked me to explain “who or what are the Illuminati?” … he went on to say he did come across some information concerning this subject but it was not very enlightening and it left him with more questions than answers!
This bit of the conversation felt like déjà vu because it reminded me of my interaction with the Bahadur in the coach in Jakarta wherein we also spoke at length about the Illuminati. My immediate response to the guides was that, this type of confusion amongst most people is common, because the essence of most secret societies is to fly under the radar! All secret societies are affiliated to the mother of secret societies which is the “Secret Society Illuminati!”
It is their concealment of operations and secret control of their, “this here’ illusionary world which is designed to give rise to much conspiracy theories!
This is one of the main functions of the Illuminati controlled fake news mainstream or mass media! Most people do not realize it but the majority of governments actually operate as a chain of secret societies under the iron fisted control of the Illuminati umbrella!The Illuminati endgame is to create an environment of chaos and madness in an age where nothing will make sense, this is how Artificial Intelligence will be brought in to dominate us, as we are made to become transhumanized.
Many do not realize that humans are comprised of over 60 billion volts of pure energy that science cannot duplicate and this that the energy that the Illuminati whitecoats who control the giant energy multinational corporations in time covertly intend to steal in order to power and run their Artificial Intelligentmachines! And these machines will eventually destroy us!
Governments and other non-govmental fringe secret societies are aligned with them. These organizations rely on selective psychological concealment to sanitize the evil manipulation of us who are “the so called masses” by using underhanded means…that includes an agreed set of lies that they masquerade as the truth of which they use to control the past, present and future, remember “he who controls the past controls the future!”Everything that we know and been told by the system is one big giant lie! There are many amongst us who will do everything in their power to shield themselves from the truth and this is because “there are those people amongst us who cannot handle the truth!” they actually believe it or not prefer to wallow in a stream of make belief and lies!
The Illuminati deceptive world manipulates everything, they manipulate our foods, history, religion, the mass media, the entertainment industry, our medicine…everything is manipulated and everything is a lie.
It is because of this giant Illuminati cunning conspiracy, they have deliberately turned us all into conspiracy theorists where we engage in endless speculation without us reaching any firm conclusions…for most this is until the end of their time! “Imagine that, what an utter waste of one’s time, effort and human endeavour”
So is this conspiracy theory smokescreen one of the reasons why most of us find it difficult to discover the truth? Is this a trick by them to keep us asleep? It is because of this that many fail to awaken from their deep, deep sleep. This is a all because we are kept busy and distracted by constantly analyzing a never- ending story as deliberately spun by the Illuminati and its stream of detractor millionaire secret society conspiracy theorists authors, bloggers and the like” who keeps this conspiracy theory industry alive. This shenanigan allows for the Illuminati to control the conspiracy theory narrative through the chaos of these mainly conflicting theories!
Now understand this… The majority of books and literature are fake including ancient scriptures and artefacts! They have done this in order to fool us and to divide and rule us by placing us into different believe systems, so that we can find differences with each other, this leads to constant disagreements, arguments and eventually in many instances to hot wars.
You may be thinking why would the Illuminati go to such lengths in order to keep us from discovering who we really are and where we come from, and also from discovering what is our true purpose here on Earth? The answer is a simple one… they are few and we are many. The Illuminati’s fear is if ever we discovered our true godlike potential and their pure evil secret rule by deception, they fear that we will revolt against all their governments, rules and systems. They fear us collectively wiping them off the face of the earth for the terrible, terrible things that they have done and continue to do to our ancestors, nature, to our newly born children, but more about who we really are much later…
“ I continued … If we look back into what happened when President John F Kennedy declared war on the secret societies in the 60’s. “In an electrically charged speech,” “he promised the people that he would break up the secret societies, to quote the President of the United States,“the word “secrecy” is repugnant in a free and open society and we are as a people inherently and historically opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and secret proceedings”
In this speech, President Kennedy promised to disband and scatter these secret societies (including one of America’s greatest secret societies, which are the Central Intelligence Agency, (CIA) to the four winds. I paused and inquired for effect! Did President Kennedy sign his own death warrant with this speech? “It appears so!” Soon after his actions, he was murdered in broad daylight in the presence of his wife, his family and members of the public. The Luciferian mystery school and the shadow secret societies sanctioned the Presidents murder. The evil George H W Bush 41 and the Zionist Nazi Luciferic cabal led the deaths squared against him. It is a shocking and damning testimony that even his own secret service detail was complicit in his massacre! We live in a world of two laws, one for them which is nonexistent and one for us!
I looked at both the guides and exclaimed… this, my friends is the Illuminati who Hollywood now attempts to glamorize as a celebrity organization because Hollywood has always taken us for fools!!
Chapter 4 Mysterious Prelude
The oppressive heat of the day was letting up. My second wind revitalized me and I stepped on the proverbial gas! I continued with my enlightenment of the guides as they hung on to my every word” “My friends I said, think of the The Illuminati as being a pure evil body with a shining celebrity Hollywood face that is very active in Hollywood, Bollywood and the other “me too” global movie lands whose names end in the adjective “wood”
“ I stated as a matter of fact that this is why, it’s important for us to research the past of worldly events or better still disregard it totally without the fear of being labelled as ignorant.
Our captors constantly attack us and trick us by reverting to the false narrative of the past because they control this narrative as they do all other narratives! “Forget not the quotation “he who controls the past controls the future?
I paused for a while lost in thought… thinking about the man I saw in Hyde Park, London standing on soap box with a large placard that read “What is the Word?” Mmmm I thought it makes sense because without ‘the Word’ the deception will evaporate and we will become free again as “the illusive world that has been pulled over our eyes is made to fade away if the word is no longer believed by the masses!” I brushed this thought aside and I reverted to my conversation but changed the subject by stating… “I must confess that I am a man with a keen interest in paranormal activities of all sorts. This did not deter me from making this journey, if anything. It excited me just to think of what kind of paranormal mysterious activities that I would encounter “Disappeared people without a trace!” Wow!
