Are the self proclaimed Gods turning our Earth into a prison planet?

Even before there was darkness or light God created the Heavens and the Earth. Genesis 1: 1.

Thus, He began his creation that promptly ended in the biggest and most beautiful blunder ever; woman.

The Garden of Eden, man, created in the image of God, the rib, the tree of Wisdom, the apple, the serpent, the temptation, the fall. The shock of nudity, pain and death. Cain, Abel, Seth, in short, the “shitheap clusterfuck of murder, filth and manslaughter” that we are in now.

I like to read and re-read Genesis, because it is a multidimensional scripture. A kaleidoscopic book in which you keep discovering new angles, trap doors and rabbit holes and sometimes frightening ghosts.

Much to the horror of my fellow Christians, who are more dogmatic, I also “devour” everything written around the subject. From the brilliantly written poem Paradise Lost written by John Milton, to the apocryphal books like The Book of Enoch, without which, sorry Council of Nicaea fanboys, the Holy Bible is simply not complete.

I love to read about the magical battle between God’s army and the Renegade Angels; Asmodeus, Azazel, Lúcifer, the light bringer, the Morningstar, Son of the dawn, against the Archangels Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael, and next to the highest throne, the immaculate Lord Jezus. 

And I study everything about the ancient Giants. The Anakin, Samyaza and the Nephillim of which, according to strong rumors, one recently was blown up in his cave by US SpecOps in Kandahar. The Men of renown from Paradise Lost XI, still battling in silence for the earth, never cease to capture my imagination.

Such were these Giants, men of high renown; For in those dayes Might onely shall be admir’d, And Valour and Heroic Vertu call’d; To overcome in Battel, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch Of human Glorie, and for Glorie done Of triumph, to be styl’d great Conquerours, Patrons of Mankind, Gods, and Sons of Gods, Destroyers rightlier call’d and Plagues of men. Thus Fame shall be achiev’d, renown on Earth, And what most merits fame in silence hid.

I don’t limit my Bible studies to the classic writings for obvious reasons. Between the Septuagint, the early Greek translation of the Tenach and the rainbow bible of today featuring Jesus as a fruity many colored bumblebee and God as a fat lesbian single mom with frizzy hair, there have been countless selections, obfuscations and false reinterpretations of the Holy Scripture.

And the creeping rape of the devine story never stops.

Even today, in churches filled  with Ukrainian flags, with rainbow colored dildo candles on the pulpit, the Bible is emasculated, mutilated and even further diluted by spiritually hermaphroditic Satanic vagabonds.

Madmen who think they can recreate the Holy story in their image and mold it to their delusional Marxist fashion whims, love to play Esra the scribe, gradually ’improving’ the holy adventures their hearts‘ content, until nothing of value is left. 

A crime that will undoubtedly lead to an endless bottom spanking with a red-hot Spanish straw in the afterlife, which they will regrettably, only tremendously enjoy.

Even the original versions of the Bible are far from original. 

The King James Bible itself, often seen as the most authentic Bible, was written by Francis Bacon, count Verulam, a true man of renown, the most intelligent man who ever lived, philosopher, astrologer, politician, writer, judge, lawyer, scientist, historian and bastard son of Queen Elizabeth I. The man who had read all the books in existence were and who in commission with other great poets was the driving force behind Shakespeare; a powerful spin doctor, word-magician and political manipulator, with a strong British imperialist, globalist agenda, which still echo’s through in the gremia like the World Economic Forum. Verily, the Harari on steroids of the 17th century.

I am blessed with a strong faith. But my faith is not blind and based on one prescribed version of one book. I want to absorb as much knowledge as possible of what can be studied about those first days and the heavenly battles, which may never have ended. Battles which I suspect, occasionally flare up ferociously in epic confrontations, between creatures amongst, below  and above us, as is the case right now.

война на небесах есть 

но битва ведется здесь!

Поле боя? Земля.

Ставка? наши души.

I want to reach beyond the straitjacket of dogmatics. Find the originals. Know everything there is to know, I want to dare and see everything. Taste more than I’m being served, pick a basket of apples from that most alluring tree, to venture beyond the narrative of church, pulpit and council. And rid myself of the swimming straps, to dive into the dangerous and maddening depths.

Is my distrust really so unrealistic and paranoid delusional? 

Can’t we all see with our own eyes, how our entire human Chronicle is erased, manipulated and updated under our own eyes? Can’t we see that history has been written, not by impartial scribes but by rulers and conquerors, since Nimrod?

What we may or may not know, power determines, not reality or honesty.

To realize that, you really don’t have to be a Christian.

Look at the manipulated death rates due to covid jabs and Midazolam, the massively obfuscated sufferings and murders in Gaza, Ukraine and Yemen, the Srebrenica video that disappeared, the camera feeds from Epstein’s cell and the apps of Mark Rutte. Look at Tartaria, the” Septentrionalium terrarum descriptio “ by Mercator, the rewriting of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the emptied Twitter accounts of jab promoters, look at Google, where you used to find everything. And now suddenly find nothing.

Nothing is what it seems.

Everything moves.

So does our past.

So why would the Dutch “Staten Bijbel” which was clearly adapted to the taste of the times by people with agendas, contain the only stable infinite truth of God?

I am a believer, but i’am not naive.

For me, the Bible and the word and life of Jesus Christ are the guiding principles for life. But by choice and while striving for “the greatest possible state of knowledge”.

I reserve the right to nibble at all the apples on the Tree of wisdom, After all, the price for this act has already been amply paid by Adam, our deceived progenitor.

But I must say that letting go of the protective dogmatic certainty has great consequences, especially for the quality of sleep.

Once you leave the safe, brightly lit path of Holy Scripture, choose to wander the branching and winding path through the dark and foggy forests and plunge into the cool pond of eternity, you will undoubtedly encounter the most enigmatic, scary creatures, reaching out to you in your dreams, marvelous worlds and great delusions, while deftly maneuvering along black magnetic rocks, humongous ice walls, giant cut down trees and infinite Northerns whirlpools. And all too often you will encounter striking doubles, parallels and reflections to the contents and creatures of the known Bible story. 

Key epic stories, like the one about Noah’s flood, which was already described by the Sumerians in their Gilgamesh Epos. The story about the brothers Enlil and Enki, who presumably squabbled over whether or not to cull the herd of enslaved humans. The debunked similarities between Horus and Jezus, And Odin, the Norse mythological one-eyed God, wasn’t he also hanging, suspended on a cross?

There are hundreds if not thousands of readings, insights and variations on classic biblical themes such as creation and redemption. You have the Kaballah, the teachings of Hermes Trismegistus, the writings of Ben Sira, the first scribe to mention Lilith, The evil predecessor of Eve. You have the Gods as astronauts interpretation by Erich von Daniken. The Kathar interpretations of the holy story ending on Mont Segur, in Rosslyn Chapel or -as I heard on the Delingpod, after writing the first version of this piece- in Glastonbury, England. 

And there are the Gnostic doctrines in many fascinating and mysterious variations.

And after closely watching our sky these days, I had to think a lot about a key element in these gnostic stories.

Because a central position in the Gnostic story is taken by Sophia -another woman creating havoc- who created an insane “under God”, a serpent with the head of a lion, the Demiurge, Jaldeboth or Samael, who watches over a prison planet with his Argonts.

And the planet is called…

Earth.

The earth, depicted not as God’s paradise, but as a cursed ‘prison planet’, in which the divine spark that every human being possesses, remains forever imprisoned, in a hellish maelstrom of Illusions and delusions. Man like a mad moth, forever blinded by the false light, who can never detach himself from its radiance, without the gnosis, the higher knowledge.

The earth as a prison planet, the concept that cheerful chap Arthur Schopenhauer also used to write about so pleasantly.

I couldn’t help but think about that concept of a prison planet when I saw the many planes painting straight white bars along the blue sky yesterday.

White bars, that turned into a thick gray wall between me and God’s heaven within a few hours. The same concrete prison wall I saw the last 100 days, looking up. 

I could no longer ignore that concept, when I saw the hundreds of towering white bars on the horizon of the Dutch coast. Stealing my scope, the dream of infinite views.

Let’s be real. 

Don’t we already eat GMO prison food with sneakily concealed worm- and cricket powder and printed meat against our will?

Are we not under strict authorities control, 24 hours a day via cameras, snitches and microphones?

Aren’t we stuck in eternal traffic jams and queues?

Didn’t we already give up pretty much all our privacy? The secrets of our banking and payments our interests and tastes, and the sacred secrets of our intimate correspondence? Don’t they even want to permanently decipher and even steer our brainwaves now?

Don’t we already walk around in uniform clothes, which some of us delusionally call fashion?

Wasn’t the whole of humanity recently put in lock down for months, compulsorily rounded up, harassed and jabbed? Wasn’t every resistance against the prison administration crudely beaten down with clubs?

Is the scarce freedom of speech not increasingly restricted every day? People getting sentenced for hate speech and wrong think, in England, Germany, Belgium and the Netherlands, critique on ModRNA therapy which is now a felony in France, TikTok getting banned in the USA? RT banned in Europe, The Digital Services Act implemented in the EU?

The world as a prison planet … does it really matter if I believe in it or not? Isn’t it much more important that the earthly demons who imagine themselves to be Gods, use all their powers and forces to turn our world into one big prison. Complete with walls and bars. Without a view, without a dream. Without God and God’s light.

Dear God, please give us a sign.

Let your light burn a hole in the concrete sky.

Let your orcas and whales slap their mighty tails against these poisonous windturbines, until they snap and disappear into the North Sea waves.

Shatter their white plastic wicks in your raging storm. And swallow them in your depths.

Bring down your Jacob’s Ladder. And rescue us from this earthly prison.

Sirach 37:13-15

And heed the counsel of your own heart,
    for no one is more faithful to you than it is.

For our own mind sometimes keeps us better informed
    than seven sentinels sitting high on a watchtower.

But above all pray to the Most High
    that he may direct your way in truth.

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