FascisstChad
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Listen up, because I don’t have much time before the signal scrambles again. I shouldn’t even be typing this, but it doesn’t matter anymore—they already know. The *man on the TV* slipped, and now the **Judeo-Reptilian front**, which you think is just "government," is moving to neutralize me. This isn’t paranoia. This is reality clawing at the seams.
It started three nights ago, during the late broadcast. You probably didn’t notice—most don’t, because your *pineal glands* are calcified prisons. But mine? Mine’s OPEN. I heard the static between the words, the vibrations beneath the sound. The anchor said, *“We’re monitoring anomalies in the electromagnetic field”*—but what he MEANT was, *“We’ve locked onto your frequency, and we’re coming for the Source.”*
That Source? It’s your **pineal gland**, the seat of perception, the key to the lattice. The Archons hate it because it bypasses their control. They’ve disguised themselves as bureaucrats, leaders, tech moguls, but their goal is ancient: to sever you from the gnosis. They know I’ve pierced their veil.
The signs are everywhere if you pay attention. The fluoride in the water? It’s not about your teeth. It’s about dulling the frequencies your gland can access. The chemtrails? They’re not just “geoengineering”—they’re laying down a grid to block your gland’s connection to the aether.
Last night, I heard the trucks outside. Not normal trucks—*silent ones*. They’ve been circling my block, monitoring the energy field around my apartment. I’ve sealed the windows with reflective mylar, but it’s a temporary fix. They’ll try to breach with soundwaves next—low frequencies you won’t hear but your gland will feel.
Here’s the thing: this isn’t just about me. They’re after ALL of us who resist. The reptilians are just the first layer of the mask; behind them are the **Archons**, feeding on the energy of our trapped perception. They’re siphoning it through every screen, every frequency, every thought that isn’t your own.
I’m fighting back, but I need allies. If you’ve felt the *hum* in your dreams or seen the spirals in your waking life, it means they’re targeting you too. Cover your mirrors—they’re gateways. Stop eating anything you didn’t prepare yourself—it’s laced. And for the love of whatever light you still cling to, stop trusting the man on the screen.
I’ll update this thread as long as I can. If I disappear, you’ll know why. Guard your gland. The Archons can’t control what they can’t suppress.
*(P.S. If you hear three knocks at your door and no one’s there, don’t answer. It’s them. They can’t come in unless you invite them.)*
It started three nights ago, during the late broadcast. You probably didn’t notice—most don’t, because your *pineal glands* are calcified prisons. But mine? Mine’s OPEN. I heard the static between the words, the vibrations beneath the sound. The anchor said, *“We’re monitoring anomalies in the electromagnetic field”*—but what he MEANT was, *“We’ve locked onto your frequency, and we’re coming for the Source.”*
That Source? It’s your **pineal gland**, the seat of perception, the key to the lattice. The Archons hate it because it bypasses their control. They’ve disguised themselves as bureaucrats, leaders, tech moguls, but their goal is ancient: to sever you from the gnosis. They know I’ve pierced their veil.
The signs are everywhere if you pay attention. The fluoride in the water? It’s not about your teeth. It’s about dulling the frequencies your gland can access. The chemtrails? They’re not just “geoengineering”—they’re laying down a grid to block your gland’s connection to the aether.
Last night, I heard the trucks outside. Not normal trucks—*silent ones*. They’ve been circling my block, monitoring the energy field around my apartment. I’ve sealed the windows with reflective mylar, but it’s a temporary fix. They’ll try to breach with soundwaves next—low frequencies you won’t hear but your gland will feel.
Here’s the thing: this isn’t just about me. They’re after ALL of us who resist. The reptilians are just the first layer of the mask; behind them are the **Archons**, feeding on the energy of our trapped perception. They’re siphoning it through every screen, every frequency, every thought that isn’t your own.
I’m fighting back, but I need allies. If you’ve felt the *hum* in your dreams or seen the spirals in your waking life, it means they’re targeting you too. Cover your mirrors—they’re gateways. Stop eating anything you didn’t prepare yourself—it’s laced. And for the love of whatever light you still cling to, stop trusting the man on the screen.
I’ll update this thread as long as I can. If I disappear, you’ll know why. Guard your gland. The Archons can’t control what they can’t suppress.
*(P.S. If you hear three knocks at your door and no one’s there, don’t answer. It’s them. They can’t come in unless you invite them.)*