An explanation for the madness of this world. Are we living in Satan’s little season?

 

Attention. Advanced Complonautica.

If anything typifies these bizarre times, it is that more and more people are searching for an explanation of what is happening to us, the story behind the tepid waves of insanity that flood us daily.

The constant doubting of truth and reality.

We try to keep ourselves mentally afloat, on our little mattress of cognitive dissonance, as we are carried along by a river of insanity, which certainly seems to be gaining momentum lately.

How did we get here anyway?

What are the obscure mechanisms behind the seemingly endless series of bewildering events, about which we can feel that nothing about them makes sense.

That eerie feeling we drift faster and faster toward an icy black waterfall, dodging whirlpools and floating logs.

No matter who ever you talk to, everyone doubts today’s portrayed reality.

And everyone knows that nagging feeling of being continually deceived and misled, that nothing is fixed anymore, let alone sacred.

A feeling reinforced by AI, the uncanny new form of all-encompassing intelligence, that is rapidly replacing human reason and creativity, with which, like priests, shamans and artists in the old days, anyone can now bring to life any brain fart, any thought within a second. Like a Gollum, alive but soulless. 

With AI anyone can now virtually act out any fantasy, even copy anyone’s voice and utter anything, so you’re never sure that what you saw or heard with your own eyes and ears really happened. 

Nothing seems fixed and solid anymore, everything is fluid.

Man playing Creator? That can’t go well for long.

And yes, even in this day and age, most people are still playing “the normal game” ostentatiously looking away, holed up against the odds in their familiar rut of daily concerns, avoiding the spikes in mortality, stillbirth and the meanings of the strange rituals surrounding their favorite sports tournaments like the plague.

Others stare, like rabbits, numbly into the onrushing headlights. Or are they the bright floodlights of the guard towers?

An occasional valiant fool rebels wildly, but impotently, not knowing exactly which maw of this drooling multi headed beast to aim for. So strong is their instinctive feeling of resistance to the illusive monster and the wanton sabotage of everything we cherish and love.

But still all is not lost. Fortunately, more and more people are also actively searching for the obscured causes and backgrounds, the clockworks behind this insane world, in which reality seems to have become fluid. People searching for the clear springs, the sources of the murky river in which we float.

They try to take a look behind the scenes of this Trueman show, unafraid to look the most horrible demons right in the eye. They are willing to give up their peace of mind, doubting everything they once believed in and everything they’ve been taught, They gladly put aside the familiar and replace it with something that may hurt, but is more credible than the lies we have been presented.

They are the Complonauts.

Indispensable guides in Biblical times in which everything is upended, times in which pure evil is celebrated, innocence is sacrificed. In which the grossest of crimes go unpunished and can be repeated endlessly without any retribution. In which goodness is punished. And beauty is reviled. A time in which lies have endless lives, even in the full light to truth. 

Complonauts! Indispensable beacons of reason, in a world that celebrates weakness and  stupidity, in which perversion is applauded and encouraged. And wickedness is a noble pursuit. As in the books of de Sade.

Boulders of resistance in a world where everything we have built up over millennia, is in no time deliberately being smashed to rubble with an invisible wrecking ball.

Indispensable sleuths, committed to finding the source of our reality, values and truth. Because without knowing those, we are like fallen leaves and torn-off branches in the churning stream. 

Loudly discussing, softly tapping and scrolling on laptops or silently leafing through ancient writings, more and more Complonauts, try to find solid ground in the murky sludge; looking for shreds of truth that lead back to a reality, which just a few years ago most of us, and certainly me, took for granted and a constant.

How easy life used to be.

We were born, went to school, married, propagated, sowed and harvested, sighed deeply, prayed to our God or to our bank accounts and sent our sons to war, we passed on our genes, shriveled up and died.

There was doubt about everything, except about reality.

It was cruel, but everything was clear.

Our world was the real world. Elisabeth was queen. Lady Justice wore a blindfold, the BBC brought news, the rain was sour but pure nature, the flag was sacred. The earth was a globe between planets and billions of stars. Vaccinations prevented you and your kids from getting sick. We had landed on the moon, aimed for Mars and God was a Color TV.

How orderly and calm life was in those days. When weeks or months went by without a fresh nest of horror rabbits being conjured out of Satan’s top hat.

In our times every day spells doom and madness.

Look at today! One day! 20th of august 2024.

The day the DNC starts of with Presidential candidates promoting post birth abortion and sex change operations for infants.Including an abortion on demand mobile unit on site. 

The day Ukraine banned its own Orthodox Christian faith.

The day it was leaked that Bill Gates wanted to spread his smallpox pandemic via chemtrails via project “Skypox.”

The day Jimmy Savile’s boyfriend, Keir Starmer is aiming to release five thousand felons from prison to make room for people with the wrong views on immigration.

The day Apti Alaudinov, commander of Achmat forces said, that for the first time in 80 years NATO troops, including German armored cars, are in the middle of Russia, dashing for Kursk.

Only one day, that carry’s at least a decade’s worth of madness, and it is only three in the afternoon as I write this down. 

These days I could fit a full century of insanity in one summer month.

Dull season? Das war eimal. 

We live in a time, when all too often, you can’t believe your own eyes and ears. If you still dare to look, that is. 

Guys dressed only in dog masks, with limp dicks, strolling among little kids, Ukrainian guys hiding in carcasses in freezer trucks, trying to escape the draft and the meat grinders. Multiple suns being filmed at the same time. An anomaly tens of thousands of kilometers in size, spreading from Antarctica, like a giant brown-black sea monster, to the southern coast of Europe. Israel bombing its own Gaza concentration camp to rubble for 10 months now. And “dear ladies” of Planned Parenthood, making jokes on hidden camera, about the severed body parts of aborted babies.

There is no end to the madness. 

But a complonaut is obliged to at least make a beginning to try and explain it all.

I feel compelled to offer a peek behind the curtain, as to what I believe to be the true force behind this maddening merry-go-round of assassinations, revolutions, uprisings, created pandemics, over-mortality, under-birth, distress, genocide, wars, famines and all of it laced with Satanic high masses, such as Pride and the Paris Olympics ceremonies, all pressed into a “tiny time”.

Of course, all sorts of mondain possibilities raced through my head before coming to my preliminary conclusion.

Could this be explained just by something entirely worldly? Extreme human mischief? A simple “End of Empire” Rome 2.0? Is this caused by the fall of the Dollar and the Western monetary system, that requires everything to be demolished in order to build back better? Or a communist take over according to the doctrine of Yuri Bezmenov, Frankfurter Schule style? 

Or is it purely the advancement in technology that makes so much pernicious possible, ModRNA, Crispr, 5G, CBDCs?

Are these just the wealthy and powerful with their Godlike delusions, who want all the Earthly realm for themselves? 

Or is there more behind it?

I would kindly ask you to read Revelations Twenty in the Bible.

And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand.

And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand years,

And cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years should be fulfilled: 

And here comes the kicker!

and after that he must be loosed a little season.

And as insane as it sounds, I believe we, of all people, have been chosen to be witness to the last days of Satan’s Little Season.

So rejoice, for pretty soon we may have left a season of 250 years of massacres, hunger, pollution, misery, pornography, child murder, slavery and philosophical assassination attempts on God, behind us. 

A period to end with the battle of Gog in the Holy land. Everything the “Gods” of war are now gearing op for. 

A season that probably began in 1776, with the independence of “The Great Satan”, with its glorious Lightbringer statue that was freed from its shackles, but turned up in this years Olympic Games opening ceremony, shot in the head and crooked. 

A season following the 1000 years, the Millennium when Christ reigned over the earth; the era in which all the great cathedrals were built, in a time so thoroughly obfuscated. 

The same “Millennium” Robbie Williams wrote a hit song about, when everyone thought the song was about the year 2000.

‘We’ve got stars directing our fate

 And we’re praying it’s not too late

 ‘Cause we know we’re falling from grace

 Millennium.’

And I also think i know the reason that all those WEF demons, UN devils, Royal Nephilim and NATO monsters, are currently creating this huge mess.

It’s actually quite simple.

Their party will be over around 2026, 2030 at the latest. And they are doing everything in their power to demolish as much as they can, while they still can, to become as much divine themselves as possible, to kill as much of the innocent and to mutilate as much beauty as they can. To weaken the good, before there gig is up. Before their Judgment day arrives.

Like a child who tries to build his sandcastle as big and strong as possible, and the mighty sea that always wins.

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