The Awakening Begins 2020 Edition Free PDF
The Awakening Begins 2020 Edition Free PDF
The Awakening Begins 2020 Edition Free PDF
Two years after the publication of this book, in which the author reflects
with a cheeky, warm voice on why everything is turned upside down
today, why men can be women and the winter summer, big
developments have begun on the political stage.
We are experiencing controlled events that are destined to reshape our
society. And which are nothing other than the consequence of the
"Unsayable" that Tim Dabringhaus was destined to discover and tell.
The book is now not only one chapter longer, but for the first time we
can clearly see the goal of the journey we are being collectively forced
to embark on, a journey planned from long ago. For those who dare to
use their eyes, it becomes more and more visible. And for those who
dare to use their own minds, awakening is becoming increasingly
easier.
Here you will find the missing link to the trauma into which they
want to force us, and from which we can only free ourselves when
we awaken.
THE AWAKENING BEGINS
by Tim Dabringhaus
Extended Edition 2020
Alan Rickman
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Preface..............................................................................................................7
Chapter 2 – The Detention..............................................................................................9
Chapter 3 – Doing My Job............................................................................................11
Chapter 4 – The First Find ...........................................................................................15
Chapter 5 – New Questions..........................................................................................17
Chapter 6 – Money.............................................................................................................21
Chapter 7 – What's It About? .....................................................................................26
Chapter 8 – Two Steps Further...................................................................................32
Chapter 9 – The Friendly Pimp ................................................................................34
Chapter 10 – Tom & Barbara......................................................................................39
Chapter 11 – Looking for Alliance..........................................................................42
Chapter 12 – Taking Hostages ..................................................................................49
Chapter 13 – The Second Find...................................................................................58
Chapter 14 – Bitter Truth...............................................................................................65
For the first time I have hope. Hope of no longer being alone with my
observations. Hope that more and more people are willing to break out of
the "alternativeless" narrative given to us, now with a muzzle. Hope that
we will no longer be divided. Hope that swarm intelligence will set in and
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that we will no longer allow ourselves to be terrorized, neither in the micro
nor the macro. No virus and no pathogen shall be stronger than our
immune system, no agitator and no splitter shall be greater than the
alliance of our hearts beating to live in self-responsibility on this beautiful
planet! ... and not to survive chipped, vaccinated, monitored as tolerated
aid recipients.
Today I know that I am not alone in having this wish. When I watched live
on the internet how the membership of the party WIDERSTAND 2020
increased by a thousand members every hour, this went on until the site
was hacked, I thought of 1989 and the beginning mass flight of the East
Germans via Hungary and the Prague Embassy. Back then the press was
watching, today the press is looking away. What started back then in front
of a church began thirty-one years later on a website.
But it doesn't stop there; in the meantime, an analysis of the state of the
nation directly from the Federal Ministry of the Interior has also caused
quite a stir. According to this, the Corona mania was a false alarm and the
analysis even goes so far as to state literally that the media in Germany are
no longer a corrective to politics and only ensure that the German people
are held captive in a manipulated perception. Captive is my word and not
too harsh, once you understand how much we are controlled by our
perception. Those who do not believe it only need to observe the different
reactions of the people in the last few days. Some hug and kiss without
fear, others wear the mask and rubber gloves even when sunbathing on the
beach. Seen with my own eyes, like everything I report.
The press is still trying to deny the harsh criticism from the heart of the
Ministry, and as I write this preface, that courageous employee is accused
of misusing the official letterhead for his own opinions. What we are
experiencing right now is the finest form of obedience to the leader. In
fact, the author of the analysis is the head of the Crisis Management Unit
and he has only done his job. No matter whether he was given an explicit
order or not. His position by definition involves keeping a watchful eye on
developing crises. Now he has seen something that should not be seen and
his work is no longer valid.
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I have experienced all this before. There is only one opinion. All other
opinions are ignored. But this time it is worse. This time there is only one
opinion plus fear, a lot of fear. So our perception is distorted into a war
zone. And on that battlefield, we have been too long confused, tired and
worn out by fear. But slowly more and more people are realizing that
Germany has got a new hero in Mr. Stephan Kohn, as the courageous
speaker of the Ministry is called.
The distortions of recent weeks are not part of this book, so many
knowledgeable voices will certainly be heard in the near future. But all
that has just been thrust upon us goes hand in hand with my unspeakable
observations, which I should summarize in this book.
Corona is nothing more than the temporary crown of a long series of
deliberately brought about crises. What I am about to present to you bears
the same signature and is even more dangerous.
And I pray that we will finally use our eyes to see. For only then can we
overcome the trauma we are being forced into.
Tim Dabringhaus
May 15th, 2020
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PART I
THE WAY FINDS ME
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Chapter 1
Preface
Nothing is as it seems.
To all the other readers, please have mercy with me should I have
forgotten to mention anyone or anything. I have to admit I am not all-
knowing. My intention is purely to offer a sketch and leave it to you to fill
it with colors. Sadly, material is ample.
Hopefully I can achieve that you too will realize this. Because only
together can we solve this.
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“Truth liberates us and sets us free” someone once said. A quote
that is used oh so often. Yet no one said that the truth is also a very bitter
medicine. That is why I try to sweeten it up a bit, to make it taste a bit
more appealing. But this time nobody can escape these appalling facts,
these unsayable truths, that I will present to you. No one can just pass
them by. No living being can escape them. This time we are not given a
choice.
I write this because I can not grant pessimism and have a strong
belief that the conscience stands above matter and that God will help us
when we help ourselves.
It has been said, as the first ships were arriving in the “new world”,
the native peoples had no reference on how to evaluate the situation.
Seeing the ships on the distant horizon, their synapses were not yet
programmed to deal with such a picture. Though be cautioned! ... once this
picture is evaluated and finally digested in the mind, the memory and the
interpretation of it stick forever. It becomes indisputable and one cannot
ignore it any longer.
So, if you continue to read this, at a certain point you will have to
admit to yourself that you will not be able to say anymore “Oh, I did not
know that.”
I think it is best I start from the beginning. Finally, now that I have
the time, since I’m in a pre-trial detention.
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Chapter 2
The Detention
At the moment, I’m at the Ertzaintza in the Infantin Cristina Street
in San Sebastián in northern Spain. To be exact this is Basque country.
Presumably one of the oldest civilizations in Europe and with definitely
the oldest language ever. On the other hand, the Basque police force is one
of the youngest worldwide. It was founded in 1982 and is called
Ertzaintza. And that is exactly where I am right now in a tiny cell. It’s a
visitor's room where they bring you for the time being until they decide
whether to let you free or move you on to another bigger cell with
hopefully a bit more light in one of the many other prisons here.
I would love to side track now and tell you more about the Basques
and why they have their own police force. Yet it’s to no avail, for I cannot
run and have to surrender and speak it out.
Right now it’s the early morning hours of July 17, 2017, Merkel’s
birthday and I’m in detention.
I could have never imagined this of me, yet here I am. No one
would have expected it from me and to say the least, me neither.
Two hours ago I was arrested. I had finally surrendered and turned
myself in. Six well built Basque police officers arrived and handcuffed me
as I did not resist. What soothed me was the fact that the large troop of
officers was led by a female. “Superintendent Naiara Zuazua” was her
name. I liked the way she curiously examined my gaze with her slightly
cynical lips. Thanks to Naiara I felt that not all was lost.
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Shortly upon arrival at the station it overcame me. I started to
weep. Not because of me, but for the closest that love me. Those that
worried about me, as soon as they would hear of the stupid crap I did. All
this would have only been a prank of a want-to-be activist had there not
been that death. Poor Frau Möckelmann, she did not survive.
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Chapter 3
Doing My Job
Why am I in detention? Simply because I take my job too
seriously.
Or, more fitting to the story I’m telling: You can't think as evil as it
is.
Evidently he was correct, I did not come out big as an artist, but on
my other path I did. And this path found me, and not me the path.
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It was never my intention, compared to this director, to “make it
big”. In the film business I have met so many whose only goal was to
make it big, but they didn’t have a story to tell. My intent was to always
bring the audience to think or reflect. Surely to entertain, but with value.
It was due to the creativity and the challenge that came with it that
kept me on course. And the course I’m on is not an easy one. It criss
crosses an unspeakable disgusting and appalling subject - namely, the
unsayable.
I can tell a story more or less. I can do that in three languages. I’m
a bit like Forrest Gump, I have stood in the first row when I found it
necessary to see what was going on.
And I found many broken souls that have found their faith in me.
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by sociopaths. I have come to these conclusions alone by observing my
surroundings, that which happens right in front of my face. I do not need
to travel to areas of conflict or turmoil, I just watch carefully what happens
right in front of my nose right here in this so-called “first world”.
I was also prepared, because the unsayable and the disgusting have
accompanied me throughout my life. It was always completely normal for
me to deal with the unsayable. It often even amused me - especially then
when I named it. Before I dropped the brick, I would make sure I would
use a large brick so it would hit as many as possible.
One find is from August 2013. The other sometime in 2012. Both
finds were literally lying directly in front of my doorstep. Literally right in
front of my feet.
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And both findings are the pillars on which all of this rests. My
knowledge of the unsayable, as well as the consequences of my despair
have brought me to this prison cell in the first place.
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Chapter 4
I named him Padre Luis. He was the reason I wanted to make this
movie. The priest speaks of change of conscience, of the awakening of
mankind and of all the things that I have studied and observed over
roughly 17 years.
The movie touches upon all that I have learned since my time
living here with the Basques. Here between the mountains and the 7
dwarfs is where I would find friendships with shamans and witches. And
as the waves form the coastlines here daily anew, so did my new
friendships form me and respectively my world views. And after so many
years there is always a before and an after. Back then I sought curiously,
today I know a bit more. The continuous observation makes the master.
The drop of water hollows the stone. And my stone battered the poor lady
Möckelmann.
But excuse me. What was I about to say? Oh yes, ROADKILL and
Padre Luis. August 2013 we had the first script rehearsals and it became
quickly clear to me that Raquel had what it takes to make sure the priest
would chuck his celibacy. In the film the priest is the only man to have, as
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they say here, “riki-riki” with the girl. Then at his sweetest moment, his
Lord calls him home.
In the evening after the rehearsals, Raquel, Juan (my assistant) and
I went went out. It was the Semana Grande festival, and the street party
was right outside my doorstep. A DJ was playing beats and everyone was
hopping. In the course of the evening I found myself standing next to
Raquel at the beverage stand. I was buying some more beers at the cost of
the production company. Suddenly something hit my foot. I picked it up. It
was a white iPhone 4s just like the one Raquel always held dearly in her
hand. Raquel is also one of those who loves to read the latest comments
posted to her bikini selfies on Facebook.
From behind I slipped the phone into Raquel's purse and whispered
into her ear: “Girl, take better care of your stuff!”
Then I believed I saw the leg in the crowd. The leg which belongs
to the trousers out of whose pocket I might have seen it fall. My reflex was
to rush over, but Raquel held me back. “You’d better keep that. You’ll
need it to stay in touch with me.”
What I did not yet realize was that this iPhone would be my main
tool to meticulously collect all the evidence so bad no one wanted to see it.
So horrid and gruesome no one wants to talk about it. Yet so true, that
soon you all shall understand.
And this is the moment where the awakening begins.
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Chapter 5
New Questions
Before I tell you about the second find, the actual find, and why I
am here in detention jotting everything down, I’ll have to recapitulate a
bit. Because if I start with the weighty subjects now, it could happen that
your sense of reason shuts off in a reflex. The sense of reason is a mental
sphincter. You know what I mean… You have to work yourself slowly
and cautiously with your pinky towards it. Preferably take some Vaseline
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Just like me. And I am sure these have not been the stories and
ideas the elite wants to hear. Just to make it clear: money avoided me.
ROADKILL was just the latest example.
It didn’t even take ten years for this concept of intrigues and
perversions to have a major success. They named it GAME OF
THRONES and it was purely fictional. At least the countries and its
inhabitants. This pseudo, shifty, hooked, sick behaving human soul, this
spiral that screws itself deeper into the darkness was not made up. But it’s
okay, maybe it is even wanted that we look down into this abyss. But until
now it is not allowed to make a connection between the abyss and any real
authority, today or in the past.
The queen is infallible. And one never questions that. Not even
today.
Now with my newest insights, I wonder if they put us, the two
authors, on a black list. Interestingly, neither I nor my associate ever sold
another script. Oh well. Paranoia is part of my book, part of my memoirs,
a part of my being. Otherwise, I would not be here at the police station in
confinement. Whether I am on some list or not, I did not sell one
screenplay thereafter. I fell off the cash cow quicker than I got on.
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All of a sudden, having only loose change, I started asking myself
new questions. Questions you wouldn’t ask yourself when you could fold
your money. Those questions would be of another nature. When you’ve
got the cash, you start asking which car you would like to buy next or
where you want to spend a vacation. When I had my gold rush, I would
mainly ask myself two questions with a menu in my hand: fish or meat?
And the second question: beer or wine?
And when you can not pass out the bills amongst the public, then
you stay at home. There I asked myself then: TV or internet. And I never
really enjoyed the TV. To interrupt movies is a sin. I would rather not see
a movie than be constantly interrupted. And the rest on television you can
forget. Well, sometimes there is an interesting documentary on Siberian
wolves, Canadian foxes, or Danish sluts. But if your looking for sluts the
internet has much more to offer.
Very quickly I learned that the internet had a lot more to offer than
just sluts. There one can also find other news concerning world affairs.
There are many alternative perspectives. And, there are also the missing
pages of our history books. And there is also a ton of bullshit and
misinformation. The sluts, and the cat pics, and Formula One and and
and.
And you have it at your disposal whenever you want it. You only
need to want it.
And you have to pay attention to how our wanting is being steered.
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So, what is money? That was the question that made me notice
that there is a worm in the soup.
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Chapter 6
Money
In the 1980s I was an apprentice at the Sparkasse, a savings bank.
I learned how to manage and lend money. And I believed money
accumulated through hard work and effort. The origin of money is a stork
to the newborn. A banker never questions this. All he needs to have is a
clean shave, a fine aftershave, an ironed shirt and a sleek tie to convince
his customers of his competence as a professional. A man as such, looks as
if he knows where money comes from. One should never ask these posh
gentlemen such questions, as it will make you look like a novice. Just
accept what he says.
In the future, historians will say that our monetary system was
based on the magic of psychology. Especially this gets clear in German
language: "die Schuld" is debt, and "schuldig sein" is to be guilty. Or: once
you are in debt, you are guilty. And that’s the way we are brought up.
When I was absolutely broke, that was when the first ZEITGEIST
film came out - of course on YouTube. And it opened up my rusty
Pandora’s box.
It was the first time, as a former bank assistant, that I learned that
the Federal Reserve is a private company with a monopoly on printing
money. Anyone who has played the game MONOPOLY before will know
that the bank, if it could refill its stocks endlessly, could and would buy up
the entire board. So that, that doesn’t happen, there is a limited amount of
cash in the game. Just how well do I remember the times I would play
with my neighbors’ son Peter. And how he never realized that I would
sneak in my own stack of MONOPOLY money into the game.
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Already years ago, I have seen Mr. Bush Senior speaking of a New
World Order on television. Yet now, for the first time I could imagine it.
A totalitarian state. Everyone dependent on digital money. Because
everything points to that direction that they want to spoil our exchange
with cash. Soon we will only be using digital currencies. Every
transaction, no matter if for rent, coffee, meds or the psychologist,
everything will be transparent. And this was my biggest fear back in 2007.
Nowadays I tell myself: what a tiny worry that used to be!
This sucked the life out of my colleagues. I just stood there and
watched. It didn’t concern me. It was not my movie, so it wasn’t my
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worry. Presumably I sat there and typed a letter to one of my dearest
clients. My ploy was to tell these lady clients, the ones I liked, that they
have won the client-of-the-month award and they had a prize waiting for
them. They should get in contact with their friendly Mr. D. Of course, I
used the official bank paper.
Yet, let me get back to my short film. Now comes the second part.
1987. Back then money was still made of paper. A colleague of mine, in
the same year of apprenticeship as me, stormed through the lobby of the
bank ignoring the customers and shouted at me:
Three men dressed in trench coats and with socks over their heads
stormed into the bank waving their automatic guns nervously: “This is a
robbery!”
We were in luck to have Mr. Wise, our Head Cashier, wise enough
to hand out the cash. This spared us to be tortured or shot at in a Tarantino
film manner.
The crooks filled their Adidas bags and were gone. This scene
didn’t take any longer than maybe two minutes. In the olden days, they’d
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have to run with sacks of gold. They would have needed at least some
horses to carry their loot.
And then comes the third part of the bank robber trilogy. It takes
place today, 2017.
This time around, three masked men arrive with automatic guns
and use force, or maybe not, I leave it up to you. The essence of the story
is that the safe-deposit boxes in the bank are mostly empty because the
currencies are digital and saved to a hard drive somewhere in the bank.
Yet the three crooks are prepared. They brought a pen drive along and
plugged it into the system of the bank. As soon as they spot the file with
the virtual money, they drag it over and copy to their USB stick.
He was a hacker and wrote a program that would transfer the third
digit behind the dot, the tenth of a cent, of each transfer to his own
account. Slowly, but surely he accumulated quite a sum. No bank likes to
speak of such anecdotes, because it makes it all too clear how they too
operate. And no banker would openly tell you how big the effort is, to shit
into our heads, so no-one does notice this scam at all.
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money is more important than life itself or the wellbeing of our planet.
This sort of makes us all co-junkies in a very sick game.
Yet, actually, I could live with it, that our monetary system is just a
big pile of bullshit, a Ponzi scheme. It’s okay for me. I don’t have any
money anyway ;-) Sigh.
But what I find not okay, is that they do not grant us even the
simplest, naked life itself. And that brings us once again to the unsayable.
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Chapter 7
What’s It About?
After watching ZEITGEIST, I could not stand reading another
newspaper or watching TV. All I need is 5 minutes and I know where it’s
heading. Meanwhile, it’s been fifteen years since I last owned a
television. Every time I visit a friend's place and they have the TV on, I
feel a bit like a non-smoker among smokers. Only a non-smoker notices
the penetrating stench of cigarettes. But he who sits all day in the raunchy
smell doesn’t notice it anymore. And he who gets shit fed into his head all
day also does not realize it anymore, believing he is well informed.
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So I deepened my research. Things that are said online are only
credible if they match my experiences in real life. What also counts are
the experiences of people I can trust. Respectively, of coherent people. As
a playwright one develops a sense of people and how they react to
different situations. If they are reasonable or not. Even when our fellow
humans become unexpectedly incoherent, this follows always an invisible
scheme. Mostly I follow that scheme. Sometimes I see it clearly, and
sometimes not.
And I soaked it all up. All the things that hopefully people will
collectively realize soon. For example:
From your cozy home, all these nice and pleasant sayings can now
be consumed from our Facebook. Back then, you would at least have to
go to your local Chinese restaurant to find your salvation in a fortune
cookie at dessert. Joking matters aside, these good tidings always trickled
through though. Not only on the screen or in a book, no, in your life you
can not get around it: a life without Love always hurts.
Back then, there where I grew up, Jesus was our great master. He
showed us which direction the wind blew. Unfortunately, his words were
not so comprehendible and the church spreading his words was not sexy
enough to bond the young people (compared to RTL). All that changed
with Eckhart Tolle. He teaches us in a simple language the power of the
now, and that only the now exists. Thanks to Tolle, I had for the first time
the feeling I understood Jesus.
But I didn’t just find new books, I also found new friends.
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I have already mentioned my shaman friend Xabi in Tabula Rasa.
He taught me that our five bodies are interconnected by an umbilical cord.
Our physical body, the one that gives so much lust and pain, is just five
percent of our existence. And only this body is connected with space and
time. The other bodies not. They disengage themselves always more from
this 3D world and reach to other dimensions, the heavenly or the origin of
life itself. How can I explain it in words?
Finally, the fifth body is the spiritual body. It’s the bridge to God
itself. Quantum physics speaks of a doppelgänger we all have in a parallel
universe. This body is immortal and saves and collects all the experiences
we have made during our lifetimes with our other bodies. On countless
occasions people who have been clinically dead and then resurrected,
reported that at the moment of death our lives pass before us within
seconds. That is so because all of our worldly experiences get transferred
via this umbilical cord.
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Wherever I looked, it became always more obvious: The box in
which I was born and raised, does not suffice to explain the world in
which we actually live.
Because love holds it all together. In our love lies the alpha and
the omega of our journey. And to travel one has to overcome many
obstacles. Yet, with every obstacle that we master, grows our strength.
That is why we need this duality of good and evil to help us climb higher.
Like a plant grows to the light.
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Speaking of Maya, I was in contact with the famous Swedish Maya
expert, Carl-John Calleman. And it inspired me so much that suddenly I
realized what the end of the Maya calendar really meant.
It’s a tidal turn. From low to high tide, and from high to low tide.
Just like with a pendulum. And now the journey is going into the other
direction. If you look at it from this perspective, a lot becomes pretty
clear: the Bible states those who lead will follow and those who follow
will lead. Take a look at a swing boat and you will understand the Bible.
It would also explain why the end of the calendar was laughed at
and made fun of by the mainstream media. While the rulers of our planet
portrayed the Maya calendar in the Capitol (and who knows where else),
always in view, they always knew its meaning.
I assume, that our rulers knew from the beginning that now their
time has come. That is why they try to give us one last beating, so that
they can prolong their rule for a bit longer.
I assume, that our rulers knew from the beginning that now their
time has come. That is why they try to give us one last beating, so that
they can prolong their rule for a bit longer.
And this beating is an ancient story, some say, it goes all the way
back to Babylon. Other say, it started with the Anunnaki some 300,000
years ago. When it all started, I do not know. All I know is that it started
and it has been going on until now. This I can observe even today.
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drastic, perfidious, and malicious become the methods to keep us small, fat
and dumb. Put it simply: to keep all of us down.
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Chapter 8
The first is, there is a shadow government that leaches upon the
world like a parasite. Actually it’s not a conspiracy theory, it’s
mathematics. James B. Glattfelder calculated this in his study “Network
of Global Corporate Control” using a supercomputer. He played a 3D
“Follow the Money”. Surprisingly, eighty percent of worldwide banks,
companies and holdings hang on the same dip. Or, one could say, are on
the same leash. They all are under the same master. Understandably,
disguised behind different brands and names.
It becomes very obvious these days with our “free press”, such as
Bild or Spiegel - the only differences can be found in their fetishism. One
of them likes green, the other brown, personally I like brunettes. Yet, all
obey the same master, he who treats or punishes them.
And the same masters that are involved through their financial
networks in all basic fields of life (nutrition, education, medicine,
entertainment and arts), diligently controlling and forming our world and
consciousness, can be realized once we stop wagging our tails to every
goodie they throw us.
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But the crux of the story is not that the aliens want to steal our
blond virgins, export democracies or open fast food chains. They also do
not want our mineral oil. On the contrary, they show us how to use free
energy. Free - meaning also combustion-free - energy.
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Chapter 9
I ask: what happens then? Does the man simply stop beating her?
Or is he going to push it a bit further? … and get nastier and more brutal?
Really?
Could it be that the three skyscrapers that were hit by two airplanes
did not turn to dust due to kerosene?
Oh, you did not know there were three buildings? Well. There
were three. The third building was, for Manhattan standards, quite small.
It had just about forty-seven stories. It didn’t necessarily grab our eye. On
that peculiar day, suddenly one of its many floors was on fire. And it was
not even hit by an airplane, not even by a football, and yet it disintegrated
into a fine dust shortly after it caught fire. You don’t believe me? Just
google: WTC7.
Meanwhile, always more are aware that the Reichstag fire has
repeated itself, even if we are not allowed to say it. Not yet. But the
Reichstag was on fire once again. This time it was a lot more spectacular,
visual and it was even broadcast live around the whole world.
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For the first time in history, mankind stood shaking. So much, it
was traceable at the magnetic poles of our planet. Are we in closer contact
to mother nature than we are said to believe?
Even I took a couple of years to realize that 9/11 was a false flag
incident. It was not those evil dudes behind the mountains. Missy was not
beaten by some drunk, it was her own protector and helper that beat her.
And this time she got a beating she will never forget.
And that is the way it was. Later they bonded us and put heavy
burdens upon us. And we did not say a word, on the contrary, we let them
do it all to us for the sake of security. Only for our best interest. For the
good of all.
By the way, all the things I write about you can google. Nothing is
invented. We are in the midst of a reality novel, led by life itself,
commented and observed by myself. I do not dare to do more. All I can
do is ask questions, observe, and try to interpret the connections. Yet,
interpreting is such a thing. The more I started interpreting, the clearer it
became to me there is a master interpretation. Who controls it though?
Our media, of course. And if they say it, then it is so. If it is seen
on TV, then that is the way it is. If it runs on the television in a “freak
show”, then it must be a freak show. And then they fade in the laughter of
the audience… always the same insane, taped laughter.
It is not long ago, as I sat every morning for breakfast in the same
bar. I sat there with a slice of tortilla, enjoyed a glass of coffee with
foamed milk, and every, every morning I would read the paper from start
to end. I had my favorite newspaper, just like all the other guests. And I
was hooked on my paper. I was only satisfied with my paper and no other.
That’s the way all felt. The others jumped quickly to their paper of choice
and not just any one laying around. This repeated itself every morning.
Some like yellow, others blue, red, green or purple. It’s the same
with our media. Since I am trilingual, I would repeat this game daily with
other papers as well. Back then I would buy the Spiegel, the NY Times or
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El País at the kiosk, believing I was well informed. At that time I had
already heard and read of the Mayas and about the change of
consciousness. And yet, it made me nervous to sit in a restaurant with two
dubious looking Arabs.
On one hand, I already anticipated how much larger life is and how
much deeper the universe. On the other, I was kept at large with fear by
diffuse enemies.
But what I never understood, was, how was it possible to lead wars
against “the others”. When we dine together with delicious foods and
drinks, we always get along fine. But when you are in the trench, it is
mostly too late to get to know the person behind the other weapon.
Why are there always wars, as people grow closer together with
bigger families and ties?
This is the reason we still have wars. Not because the others are
idiots and have to be conquered. One can find thousands of reasons, if one
looks for them. That is why we have our good old presstitutes.
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why do such hostile psychopaths always find support? No matter where or
when.
I will get to that later, your mind still needs a bit of oiling. One
thing you can be sure of though is, that sympathetic protector and husband
who shows his true face, is still long not finished with his dear wife.
What do you think? When the pimp beats her face bloody, is he
finished or is it just the beginning to something “even worse”?
And there on the corner where I stand, I see clearly exactly that,
what our friendly pimp has in store for our sweetie. And that is in fact,
unbelievable and unsayable. I fear, should I speak it out too soon I might
lose your attention. Most people close up in a reflex.
I know what I’m talking about. No one wants to hear it. That is
why it pops my lid! No one wants to hear it! Nobody and no one.
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have to say. That is all I wanted! And it would have filled me with
pleasure, if my arrest and the MOTIVE for my action would be heard in
the headlines of the world. And that would be one possibility, to finally be
heard what they are doing to us. And we are at this point where we hear
the bells ringing and are heading straight towards it. Even if most of you
would not think it was possible.
But this point will come, maybe ten minutes earlier with my
writings. The point in time, when we will all understand, is just as certain
as the death of poor Frau Möckelmann. Now they blame her death on me.
To be honest, had my hostage-taking not resulted in a death, I would have
long been home by now. Because nobody understood that my taking
hostages was meant seriously. There was definitely enough wine for all of
us. And they sang so merrily.
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Chapter 10
Why did I not think of it? Well, I did not really have a plan. The
thought of getting attention by kidnapping was not really new, but the
execution of the idea was quite spontaneous. And alcohol had a big part in
it. And consequently the reflex to this horny, arrogant millionaire’s slut,
Frau Rittenbach. What a dumb bitch.
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now, we always had lunch together, at their expense naturally. And what I
always loved to do is cautiously get to know them better and find out more
about them. Rarely would a complaint go in about my sassy manners. In
most cases I have made very pleasant acquaintances and had great
conversations.
And that’s the way it was with Tom and Barbara. Two older
Americans. Very wealthy. Couple of years ago, they booked me for three
whole days to amuse them. I remember clearly, how I picked them up at
their hotel Londres. It’s the second best hotel in town, but possibly the best
choice. Only from the Londres one can enjoy a beautiful view of the
Concha bay and the beach lies right in front of it.
The remaining time I spent with them was actually very pleasant.
On the last day we had lunch in St. Jean-de-Luz. We sat outside and I had
an omelette. When customers invite me to eat a la carte, I am usually quite
modest. And since it was driving me mad for three days, I asked how they
made their money.
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The latter I did not understand, for I have never heard of it before.
There was the unsayable for me still unheard of.
After their confession it seemed the knot was opened. Tom and
Barbara appeared all of a sudden so relieved and then they got very tired.
It did them good that I didn’t run away. The limousine came to pick us up
and the return trip back took less than forty minutes. Barbara and Tom
dozed away like two satisfied toddlers on the black leather seats of the big
Mercedes Benz.
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Chapter 11
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But the people who know me, know that I do not give up quickly.
One day I will find that person who will not look away. Some day I will
find my alliance, those who realize what is happening and are willing to
help stop this crime.
In December of 2013, I scented a great opportunity in finding allies
in my fight against the unspeakable. The soccer team Bayer Leverkusen
arrived and it was my job to pick them up at the airport. Soccer never
interested me and I had to be prepped on the Werkselfs (pertaining to the
Bayer factory eleven) upcoming Champions League game against Real
Sociedad. A big game.
One couldn't overlook it, seeing those five night liners waiting at
the airport. The team, the Werkself, even had their own bus from
Leverkusen come. It drove the whole night through to be there. Because it
is of utmost importance to have the buttocks of the queen sitting on its
own toilette bowl.
Every bus had two escorts. One of them was me. The silence
before the storm. Some smoked. Everyone took a photo of the Werkself
bus. Definitely a symbol of power that will impress and awe people on the
Basque streets.
All of a sudden the chartered Airbus arrived. The plane door
opened. A huge group consisting of the Werkself, the junior team, VIPs,
sponsors and the press, and leading them all, Rudi Völler, distributed
themselves among the buses.
I was assigned to the press. “Wow!” I thought to myself. Let's see
if I find my alliance here. Cautiously I waited for my opportunity to break
the ice.
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down. It was my fate. Only later did I notice that none of my other
colleague-chaperones was present!
After ringing them up, I realized they were on the other side of the
street at a gas station consuming Hotdogs and paper cup coffee waiting for
the crowd to finish their 3-star menu. After all, the clientele would have to
be accompanied back to the hotel later on. That is the role of an escort, to
accompany.
Yet, today I was heroic and for my unwearying mission for the
truth, I de facto had to endure myself in a three-star dinner. Of course, it
was accompanied glass-wise with the fitting wines.
I found myself amidst the top German sports presenters at a table.
And I had their attention. After all, I could say something about the food,
the wine, and even about the bread. Coincidently, it was the bread, made
by a baker from my neighborhood.
Yet, I mostly only listened to them. The journalists knew each
other for a long time and these sports events were after all their daily
bread. They were an established troop, in which I was allowed to take part
in for a couple of hours. They joked and amused themselves on the details
of the old, historic games. They spoke of the 1994 soccer world
championship and about a colleague who passed away with whom these
trips were so delightful and funny. They missed him very much.
Mr. S. was the only one at the table with fine, more intelligent
facial characteristics. He had the appearance of a statesman. Someone who
could interview Mrs. Merkel. And soon, Mr. S. clarified to me that he has.
In politics one has to be very careful what one says, otherwise you lose the
job. In cultural arts the budgets are missing, so consequently he joined the
traveling circus of soccer. There he nested himself in a comfortable niche.
And of course he did not want to leave it a few years before his coming
pension.
Do you think he would want to hear of the unspeakable shortly
before retiring from a successful career? To journalistically indulge
himself in this topic?
I did have hope to maybe be able to wake his professional
curiosity. At least I tried. But Mr. S. solely answered with a tiresome
smile. He let me know he was not informed on conspiracy theories and
swayed the conversation to his favorite topic: red wine.
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With his porous nose he sniffed at his goblet. The statesman had
once flushed down his conscience and receives for that today a decent
salary.
Yet, it is exactly this type of people who remind us that Germany
under Uncle Adolf was a country of sheeple. Then there are the
discussions, accusations and much press. How could anything like this be
possible? And how could it be no one noticed it? To Hell! Everything was
wrong back then.
And today we are cool, awake and sooo modern.
This thinks and thought every generation.
Do you notice how the pressure was building up inside of me?
Urgently I needed someone to talk to. How I longed to find a
sturdy partner in the press, medical field, or in politics. Someone who had
the courage to listen to my story. Somebody who could help me to make it
be heard.
Make what be heard? The unspeakable. If you stay focused you
will find out sooner or later. Regretfully.
Ever since I became aware of the unspeakable, I did everything in
my power to also make others aware of it. How can people stop something
they are not aware of?
No one seemed concerned, and over time it started eating me from
the inside. It's bad enough that it is happening, but what is worse is that it
seems that nobody cares, no one is noticing it, because nobody is
interested.
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It was a hard hit for me to hear one of my best friends say with a
brush: “If that is the way it is, then I can not change anything anyway. You
know what? ... I'm doing good. I enjoy my life. I have made it and
everything else does not concern me.” He had to take a moment for
thought and added: “I am selfish!” He said it with pride. Because he has
made it so far he is proud to call himself selfish.
Speechless, I looked at him. He will not get away with this so I
spluttered: “But your children! Think of your kids. They will not have a
future if we do not act.”
My friend sighed in a bugged manner: “They too are only selfish.”
The discussion ended here.
The same every time. Again and again. Once I heard a friend say
“It's just your truth”. And he would rather just think of positive things. Is
my truth so isolated from his? On the bank account yes, but not in the
matrix of life.
No one listened, no one wanted to help me. Never before did I feel
so lonesome and helpless. Again and again I would use the following
metaphor:
Imagine, I walk by your house at night and I see it burning. What
should I do? Should I wake you up and sound the alarm or pretend nothing
is happening, let you sleep and just move on?
Evidently, the answer is clear: let you sleep. And this was hard for
me to accept, especially with my friends. But, okay, I accept it. And they
have to accept that I have to process and overcome my pain by pouring it
in a form. Actually I have always thought of my friends as being a bit
smarter than the rest of mankind. Actually.
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Sebastián. As I knew we had mutual friends in Cologne, I addressed him
on the subject.
Since he had no plans yet for the following day, I offered him a
sightseeing tour. The result was a wonderful day taking a stroll, lunch at
the harbor, and Patxaran on ice on the Plaza de la Constitución.
In the evening we hung out on my terrace, there where I shoot my
time-lapsed videos of the skies. We ate rustic bread with Chorizo and goat
cheese, the wine flowed.
Others were also present, there were some of his family members
and some Germans living in San Sebastián. The later it got, the more
interesting were also the conversations Günter shared with us. Günter was
sympathetic and I had to tell him of my first experience I had in
connection with his name: As a child I was visiting my uncle for his
birthday. His birthday present was Wallraffs book GANZ UNTEN (At the
Lowest of the Low – where Wallraff disguises himself as a Turk and
infiltrates the German heavy industry cesspit as a foreign worker).
I still have it before my eyes as my uncle unwrapped his present
and pulled out the book. My uncle did not take long to dump it into the
wastepaper basket next to him, and it was gone. That clings to me. And
now, this Günter is sitting with me on my terrace. Forrest Gump says hi.
Back then I did not know of the unspeakable yet. Back then I had
not imagined how perverted, malicious and sick our elites in realty were.
Otherwise, with all that wine, I would have chewed both of his ears off
that night.
Some years later, after encountering the unspeakable, I called
Günter and told him of my worries and experiences. He listened to me
attentively and said: “Those are heavy accusations. Yet, I do not have the
energy for it. I can't stem such a big number. I'm too old for that.
Somebody else has to take care of it, someone younger than me.” And
then he warmly concluded: “Take good care, and don't forget, you are a
real Mensch.”
Yes, this he also said once he left my place late that night: he has
met yet a few, who are so authentic, uncomplicated and honest as I was.
“You are a real Mensch!”
Yet, of what use is it, when you are alone at the end?
Günter hung up. I held the telephone in my hand and I needed
some time to comprehend that I would possibly not find a potent alliance.
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Just in that moment the lint was sparked, that ignited my path
down the road to the explosion of my hopeless activism.
Yeah, and poor Frau Möckelmann had to pay with her life. Yet, I
have to mention in my defense: a big part of the guilt also goes to that old
Rittenbach. That ever-horny, spiffed up billionaires mare. She really
topped it off.
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Chapter 12
Taking Hostages
The Rittenbachs came on a cultural excursion in an exquisite small
group. Distinguished, wealthy, older folks from Germany visited for four
days to get the best of Basque cuisine and visit the finest Basque concerts.
All of them resided at the Maria Cristina, the top notch address in
this city. It's a luxurious hotel situated within the old summer palace of
Queen Isabel II. Some say, it is the best hotel in Spain. At least the Rolling
Stones thought so. No matter where they perform in Spain, they always
fly-in to spend their nights at the Maria Cristina.
I have seen the Stones at the hotel entrance. It was the first time, I
stood there like a lunatic fan and waited for them. I only did it because
they are a legend and I really like their music.
Only Queen Elisabeth has been in office longer, but I wouldn't wait
for her anywhere. But for Mick, Keith, Ron and Charlie, I would. And
then they arrived. They were all very small and didn't have an ass in their
pants. Just legs, leading to their bodies. Yes, and Mick looks like a lady's
crocodile handbag on two legs. And that's how we get back to Frau
Rittenbach, she has the same complexion.
Frau Rittenbach surely was a beautiful lady and still is for her age.
She is the type of lady who always got what she wanted. But also someone
who could not deal with it when someone would suddenly say “No”.
Her husband was a fine man, very good looking with noble
features. Meanwhile it must have become a problem for them because he
was quite a bit older than she was. Even Viagra has its limits.
As I would judge Frau Rittenbach, she'd amuse herself with the
riding master or tennis instructor. Yet suddenly, she realized, she has
gotten even too old for that.
But the flame has not gone out inside of her. She behaved like an
unbearable mare that needed to be groomed. Why else would she have
been so bitchy and longing for special treatment?
During the day I would keep the group busy strolling through San
Sabastián. I do that well. The more groups I accompany, the more of a
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feeling I get for them. Especially with such snobby elderly crowds I get a
kick out of it not to only lecture on the historical values but I try to
carefully probe how far I can go with my somewhat special type of humor.
A tour guide is also a type of class clown, a role I held more or less
since elementary school. I know a lot of anecdotes and dirty jokes,
especially when I'm in my own hood. Of course I noticed how Frau
Rittenbach almost started drooling. Apparently I aroused her. And for the
first time Frau Möckelmann came to my attention. She was the oldest
among them and was accompanied by her nurse. We always had to wait on
Frau Möckelmann and thanks to her the city tour turned into a Tour-de-
Force.
And like always, my genius lies in reconciling the quickest in the
group with the lamest. That's why I would put in a Txakoli stop at every
corner, this kept the mood up high. Txakoli is a dry and light bubbly white
wine, the grapes ripen in the salty breeze on the coastline. Since only a
limited amount of bottles are filled, not enough to be exported, one has to
drop by personally over here to try a Txakoli. It's definitely worth it.
That evening we were taken in a minivan further on down to
Bilbao. Bilbao has become a keen example of how a successful structural
change should and can be made. A once upon a time smoggy industrial
hellhole transformed itself to a hip cosmopolitan city. Not only did the
Guggenheim let the number of visitors explode, the whole city got a new
makeover. And that’s also how the new concert hall arose. Not only did it
get its name, but also its rusty appearance thanks to the scrap metals used
onsite of the meanwhile shutdown shipyard EUSKALDUNA.
Here we heard Verdi's requiem. Have you ever heard it? Well,
even if I appreciate Verdi very much, the requiem of requiems for me is
still from Mozart. Mozart highlighted certain depths, something others
didn't dare.
After a long day, I brought the group back to San Sebastián to the
Maria Cristina. I helped Frau Möckelmann out of the van. I wished them
all a good night and headed on home, for early tomorrow morning I'd be
back.
Mr. Tim, is how these groups mostly called me, should appear in
the morning to take the society on a further tour. That is what I also did.
High spirited and freshly showered I appeared at the hotel as
scheduled at ten o’clock the next day. The minivan was also already there.
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The second day with the same group gives me a feeling of familiarity.
After all, you already know with whom you are dealing.
“Hello and good day to all of you.” Frau Rittenbach winked
derogatively at me, the rest of them gave me a pleasant nod and Frau
Möckelmann with her escort did not come. She was excused. The pace I
set the day before was unbearable for her. Was there a complaint building
up on the horizon?
Anyway, I showed the driver my secret route to San Pedro, we
drank the holy water from Mary's fountain, then we took the ferry to San
Juan where a bus was already waiting for us. Every time, I tell the groups
San Juan reminds me of Lake Garda and every time they agree.
Then we drove further with the bus over Monte Jaizkibel. Here it
goes up a steep climb of 450 meters to an unspoilt and open view of the
huge Atlantic Ocean.
Up here there are no more houses anymore, only free roaming
horses. Then we drove by the, from the ETA, bombed McDonalds from
where there is a striking view of the Pyrenees and directly below the
valley of Bidasoa, a river forming a natural border between Spain and
France.
If you go a little further by foot there is an old ruin of a tower. And
if you go past that - careful it goes very steeply down! - one can still see
the French Basque coast with Hendaye and St. Jean-de-Luz. On very clear
days one can even see the coast of Biarritz. Sometimes also a plane comes
in and lands in Fuenterrabia. It is spectacular because the runway lies in a
very narrow valley and ends directly at the water.
After this scenic photo-stop we stopped shortly at the pilgrimage
church of Guadalupe, a stop of the Way of St. James. Finally we arrived in
Fuenterrabia, a world heritage city declared by UNESCO. Charles V. had
a fortress built here directly on the French border. He had to do this. If you
ever visited Hendaye, you would know that the French set up huge old
canons on the promenade all aimed at Spain. For sure, one or the other
time they were also used.
The old fortress Charles V had built resembles a bunker from the
outside, in the inside there are knightly chambers with high ceilings and a
wide open green courtyard. Meanwhile the fortress serves as a Parador.
This is a Spanish state-owned hotel chain that solely utilizes historic
structures to liven them up with visitors and to keep them in shape.
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In the bar at the Parador we had some more Txakoli and no one
missed Frau Möckelmann. Having given a good tour, the marvelous
weather and now the Txakoli in the courtyard of the old fortress shone
something magical. Working can be so wonderful. Frau Rittenbach poured
me another glass - she was very pleased with the days program. And she
wanted to know if I would attend the dinner in the evening. As I confirmed
I would, she said she’d be delighted.
After the day trip we had a rest for three hours. I would be
expected to pick them up at 8 pm. I was also asked to come in appropriate
attire.
That is what I did. Thank God I still own a suit, in which I just
barely fit if I hold my breath and don’t eat. Perfect for tonight's dinner.
In the hotel lobby of the Maria Cristina they were all waiting on
me, I was one minute late. Frau Rittenbach immediately caught my
attention. She wore a red, tight, somewhat short dress lined with a thick
black seam. A taste somewhat too fetishistic. Just as I had that thought she
gave me an intimate wink.
Her husband surely did not notice, as he was too busy showing her
off. Well, sure, despite her age she still looked good. And she was
definitely the eye catcher of the group.
A large table was reserved at the Mirador de Ulia. The Mirador has
only one Michelin star, but it has a breathtaking view of the city and the
La Zurriola beach. To get there we needed, once again, the Minivan.
Frau Möckelmann also joined us, though without her nurse. It did
surprise me, but Frau Möckelmann just laughed and could not reason why
she should pay for such an expensive dinner for her nurse. Servants do not
belong in such circles. I gulped and thought to myself: hopefully I will get
a seat at the table and not have to wait outside with our driver at the gas
station with a chewy piece of white bread and a tasteless industrially-made
Tortilla.
Yet, I was lucky. Once again I could partake in an exclusive meal
and I was even paid for the time. How much? I can not tell you because I
can’t stand envy. But don’t worry, these type of assignments are an
absolute exception. Stuff like this is not my daily bread, but when it does
happen, then it is mostly a good story.
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I enjoyed the view from the terrace at the restaurant just as much
as the tourists do. Thereto we were served some appetizers and chilled
champagne. Later we were escorted to our table.
I purposefully did not take a seat next to the Rittenbachs. I grabbed
a seat so so that I could keep an eye on her. That old witch looked hot as
hell and to have some fun, I thought to myself, could not hurt.
I sat then next to a Herr Möller, an accountant, and his wife. He
had the appearance of a fat naughty boy with designer specs, likely well
over sixty. With every glass of wine he would spill some more truths. He
told me how Swiss bankers fly small planes at low altitudes across Lake
Constance and land on small fields in Germany. There they personally
take deposits from their customers and book them to anonymous accounts.
It’s part of the service.
His wife obviously felt awkward that her husband so openly and
without hesitations entrusted me with such information. I was thrilled.
Herr Möller was certain that Germany has evolved to a banana republic.
Alone his own observations are enough to make such an assertion. That’s
what he told me.
I understood him completely. My own observations are enough for
me too! Precisely my observations of the UNSAYABLE is the reason why
I’m sitting in custody right now writing these lines.
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lord and master. I didn’t really care and as the dessert was served the
waiter asked if I would prefer a coffee or a Copa to go along with it.
Copa has a high percentage so it is always a good investment,
joked Herr Möller. Both of us ordered a Copa. I took a whiskey on the
rocks and he wanted to absolutely give Patxaran a try since I swarmed so
much about it.
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Then I made sure that the head waiter kept the glasses full, no one
would be thirsty or hungry, and that no one left the restaurant, not even the
employees, and that I would let the people go as soon as the Basque
Minister for the Environment came and would talk to me and listen to me.
Paul gave me conspiratorial wink and said approvingly: you are a real
crazy bastard!
I seriously thought the Minister would come, jump out of his bed
in slippers and pajamas because it was so urgent, because I had something
so important to tell him.
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and cheered me. The kitchen crew hailed me as a hero, obviously the
diversion I had stirred was welcomed.
Primarily diversion, for what made no difference.
When we finally returned with the hot raspberries, Frau
Möckelmann lay with her face down on the table. She was dead. But
believe me, nobody else even noticed it. Unfortunately it was me again,
who made the discovery.
Just because of Frau Möckelmann's passing, I did not want to
break off the hostage-taking. I truly believed that it would not take much
longer until the minister would arrive, for I had so much to tell him.
Hiccup.
But because of the corpse, now a doctor and the police had to
come. It brought me completely out of my concept. I barricaded the door
from the inside. That means Paul and I stacked some chairs on top of the
commode in the entrance. It was completely ridiculous what we were
doing to keep our barricade stabilized. But before I spoke to the minister
no one was allowed to leave. Not even the corpse!
Boy, was I wasted. And when the police came …, who actually
called them? The first thing that caught my eye was that one of these
Basque boys wore a silver chain, similar to mine.
Have I already mentioned that I am a great fan of silver chains? Oh
man, I felt sick, only men in uniforms. I had to puke. Thank God they let
me go to the loo.
Then I held my head under cold water for quite a while. What’s
going on out there? Why is a cop here with me in the toilette? I can pee by
myself. And puke. And again I felt noxious, and again I hung my head into
the bowl. This time I was aware I was accompanied, I had an audience …
did they seriously arrest me? What a flick? What a crappy flick.
When I returned from the restroom, the restaurant was basically
empty. Where is my Paul? Where is my loyal Paul? Why is everyone all of
a sudden gone? All my lovely tourists … Where did the bus go? Only Frau
Möckelmann was still there, the undertaker took his time. And the folks
from the kitchen were still there. Some chuckled. My head droned and
spun.
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approached me as I sat on a chair holding my head with both hands in
agony.
This pretty woman gave me a smile. Apparently she expected me
to say something. I gave her a wide grin and babbled. “Hello, I am Tim.
And you?”
“Hello, I am Naiara. And I have to arrest you.” And I could only
bring out a: “Wow!”
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Chapter 13
Now I notice how hard the cot actually is. It's dark. Through the
small window, or rather should I say: through the tiny barred hatch a little
bit of sun shines through into my cell. On the wall a board is attached.
That's my table. I see there a pile of paper. And I also notice the paper cup
with traces of dried coffee stains. The paper has writing on it and so I take
a closer look. I wrote on it. Suddenly I remember!
It's time to let the cat out of the bag and tell you about the
unsayable. The couple of hours of sleep helped me a lot, I'm clearer in my
head now, and it should be easier for me to find the words.
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causes fear. Because, in this situation, without having a choice we are put
in danger. There are things we instinctively do not want to see. For a while
it goes well until it appears at our own doorstep.
I recall two blogs that I followed closely around 2006, 2007. One
was the blog of Jean Haines with the title “2012: what is the “real” truth?”
an the other, Christopher Story
with his http://www.worldreports.courtofrecord.org.uk/.
A quite simple site without frippery, only the title stands out in
black on red: GLOBAL ANALYSIS INTERNATIONAL
INTELLIGENCE.
Jean is an elderly lady in the USA who not only shares and
comments on change of consciousness, extraterrestrials and other “myths”,
but speaks of the shadow government and their malicious and dark agenda.
What I especially liked and still like about Jean is, she answers all her
readers, in a very respectful und loving manner. Simply a well-educated,
elderly lady whose blog always offers new and interesting discussions.
Should these all be crazies, they definitely have better manners than most
'non crazies'.
As the year 2012 was ending, my thoughts were with the end of the
Mayan calendar on her winter-special-post blog. It filled me with pride. (I
will attach the article in PART III).
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I bumped into Christopher Story before I did into Jean. I have no
idea how I got there, but with his Spartan looking website and his
sophisticated English (not easy to read this guy), did I learn of the goings-
on in the hallways of power. Story was not entirely an unfamiliar person.
And he definitely did not look like a freak. He was Margaret Thatcher's
advisor and only later did he start writing his critical books. I followed the
big change between Bush and Obama on Story's pages. And it didn't take
long until Story started speaking of how the Bushies were highly criminal.
Disappointingly, there was no way to ask him any questions. I could not
communicate with him as I did with Jean. But with Story I had the feeling
he is an expert and knows what he is talking about. And he didn't mince
matters.
Some time later, Story spoke in his blog how they tried to poison
him. He survived. He was also counting on it.
He then continued his reporting. For a couple more days. Then his
site became quiet. Later it was reported there, he had passed away.
Naturally there was no mention of the attempted poisoning, and the post
where he spoke of it, has disappeared. And it was all forgotten. The
mainstream media did not shed a tear for him. But for me it was an intense
online experience. I was there, live, while someone was eliminated. Me
and a handful of other readers, among them supposedly also those from
the World Bank and the Federal Reserve, have become unwillingly
witnesses to a hideous murder. Or did he survive the poisoning? And
simply just passed away?
Have you actually known this man? Should his passing be of any
interest to us? Why should it with such a large world population? Oh, it's
not about this one man, it is about the message. And it is so critical, that it
would make sense that this man would lose his life for it.
One man can change the world, if his message is heard. And in the
course of history a lot of men – and women – were killed so that their
message is silenced.
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Exactly this could repeat itself, but not necessarily have to repeat
itself, if a collective learns and the important message is spread not just by
one person or a small group, but will be understood and carried by all of
us.
I think I have struck out enough and you are ready to hear of the
bitter unsayable.
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I had to roll back this far for what is about to come. Most would
have simply switched off, because of this unsayable. It doesn't want to fit
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into their heads, at least not in the healthy ones. Because you do not want
to know of it, because it causes depressions, once you know it. And
because no one can escape it.
Just like with the first find, the heavens gave me a tool, an iPhone.
Also the second find was directly in front of my doorstep. What one often
overlooks comes knocking at the door and says: hello, can you finally see
me?
Just then, as it left the city, shortly behind Monte Igeldo, the smoke
was turned off. Completely normal and without an emergency landing,
without any smoke trails, the airplane simply flew on further until it was
out of sight.
Julio stared bewilderedly at the plane and started to laugh. For him
it was just funny, but not important. The Real Sociedad – the local soccer
team – had more importance to him.
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We are being purposefully sprayed! Nobody can escape it. And I
was double appalled because nobody wanted to see it. Starting from the
first minute. And it was this feeling of helplessness that grew from that
moment on.
It took a while, but then came the day on which I could even grow
strong from this helplessness. Yet it would still take a while.
I was still standing on the street with Julio. It was most likely his
silly chuckling that soothed me again. To be honest, I put this disgusting
topic then out of my head for a while. Closed the topic for the time being.
But not for long. For the start, I told myself that that smoking plane was
just a coincidence or simply an individual case.
It went good until one morning I woke up and saw the sky
completely covered in a white crisscrossed smear. The pilots were playing
tic-tac-toe. That's what it seemed like. Did the sky of today have anything
to do with plane I saw recently? Or is this again just a coincidence? Or are
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they up to something? If that is so, then no one can escape it. It became
clear to me. And again this feeling of deafening helplessness crept upon
me.
Look away and forget wouldn't work. At least not for me.
And now, some one will read it, even if it is only the Basque public
prosecutor. And you. Then already two more know of it. Nevertheless, it's
better than none. And I am thankful for it.
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Chapter 14
Bitter Truth
Now that the unspeakable parameters have been staked out, I can
begin to provide you with my front reports, from a battle of which hardly
anyone knows to date that it exists at all.
Long enough I've been lying in that virtual trench, I know the
whole scene in three languages, the same bad tricks of the enemies, and
experience - and that's the beauty! - as daily - at the latest with each further
thunderstorm - more and more people join us worldwide, because
otherwise they are not left in peace by their conscience any more.
That's our only motivation! Mine and those of most of our fellow
fighters. We still feel nature in our hearts. And that's why it hurts us when
nature gets bent.
And now you all know that the truth is very bitter at first. And you
can't get rid of the bitter taste, especially if you look away. There is only
one thing that helps, and I know that from first hand: to become active.
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To know that, you first have to listen to your heart. Your heart tells
you what your task is and where your place is in that sacred geometry of
natural being.
But if you can no longer hear your heart, PLEASE make sure you
first find the necessary peace and quiet. That must be possible somehow!
Meanwhile there are enough Yoga, Meditation, Qi Gong, Chill Out, Chill
In, Mindfulness or Mouthfulness classes. Oh, you don't know what
Mouthfulness is? Really not?
Small tip: it has something to do with sucking, and then comes La
Gran Tranquilidad. At least for him. That's why we also belong to the
mammals. Because what really reassures us is sucking or being sucked.
That's what a mediocre film director in Berlin once told me after a few
drinks in a gay bar. Of course, I didn't take him home with me, but I took
his simple, brilliant idea. And I was sure that one day I would use this
picture of sucking mammals in a book or script.
By the way: what does sucking have in common with spraying (by
that I mean now the airplanes)?
Well, once you've experienced it, you can't pretend any more that
you don't know what it is. And interestingly enough, we make the same
facial expressions, in greatest joy or greatest horror.
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PART II
REPORTS FROM THE
FRONT
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The time to inform myself could no longer be postponed. I found
no more excuses not to do it. Well, then I will just watch one of those
many YouTube videos. I stayed at home, took an evening off, opened a
bottle of beer and accidentally clicked on a lecture by Sofia Smallstorm.
Sofia is a small woman, she stood at a podium and gave a lecture
in English. Uff! I got so sick, the beer stuck in my throat. And when
something like that happens to me with my favorite drink, it's time to
worry.
What Sofia said was not for beginners, but hardcore for advanced
learners. This as an introduction had been a sip much too big. Sofia talked
about transhumanism. About nanotechnology, which is supposed to
overwrite our DNA. From a machine-man interface, which should help to
reprogram us. She spoke about an experiment that runs globally without us
being asked, without us being told. She said it was a technical "evolution"
that they wanted to force on us.
Then my mental sphincter snapped shut and I immediately dropped
the whole subject again. Like a hot potato that burns your fingers. My
reaction was just to drop it and quickly go away, not to turn around
anymore and pretend it hadn't happened at all.
That's why I understand far too well all those of us who react in the
same way. There are things you just don't want to hear or know.
There are unspeakable things. And this unsayability does not come
from the fact that one cannot say or pronounce it. The unspeakable comes
from the fact that one does not want to have it. Neither as a thought, nor as
a component of this world.
It then took weeks until I dared again to deal with this
uncomfortable topic. My pretexts of no longer having to deal with it sizzle
away in the hot winter sun. Yes, the sun is different today than it was then,
isn't it? And so I couldn't avoid to FEEL that this topic is there and doesn't
go away just because I look away.
Unfortunately, I also saw fat stripes in the sky again and again,
which, once you have recognized them, can no longer be ignored.
Occasionally I started to take photos. And in search of a professional
explanation I sent them to our weather station, which is on top of Monte
Igeldo. The meteorologists have to know what's going on!
The director Margarita M. promptly sent me an answer, it was a
copied passage from some textbook explaining how contrails are formed.
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It also said that condensation trails dissolved after a few seconds, not more
than minutes. But since there were so many strips hanging all day long
over our town and slowly expanding into a cloth, I asked Mrs. Margarita
M. again what this was all about. But then there was no answer. Out and
over.
That surprised me so much that this woman didn't even answer that
I had to let off steam. It would have been an option to take the bus to
Monte Igeldo and hammer like a madman at the door of the Basque
Meteorological Institute until she finally answers me, or - Plan B - to make
a video. And so I made my very first video on this subject, entitled AM I
PARANOID - Part 2. (Part 1 was about a meteorite in Russia, which - as
you can see picture by picture - was destroyed by an UFO). That was in
February 2013.
From now on all the videos I made should help me to transform
and dissolve my frustration. Even more: where first powerlessness came
in, the feeling of power re-emerged. And if it is just a little tiny bit of
power, but enough to tell a story in a few minutes. And if this story is
perceived by other people, then I can pass the seed on first ... and hope that
it rises. But that depends on you! Only on you!
And so I should make quite many, quite popular videos. All only a
few minutes long, for rapid consumption on the Internet and on the
smartphone.
My "Am I paranoid" video had just a dozen viewers, if any. But
the satisfaction, which I felt at first, was covered with every new fat streak
in the sky. It was now clear to me that something was happening that had
long since ceased to be an isolated incident. I needed advice. And I don't
know how anymore, but I finally found guardacielos.org on the Internet.
These are the Spanish Skyguards, if you translate it literally. So let's try it
there, I thought to myself.
I sent again my mails, which I had sent before in vain to the
weather station and local press, now to Guardacielos, and got shortly after
an answer from Josefina Fraile.
What she had written to me were not good news, but I felt that
Josefina was well informed and sincera. Sincera means: honest, sincere,
straightforward. I noticed directly that Josefina was there, while the
professionals of the weather station and the local press all chickened out.
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At that time, Josefina had done a 25-minute interview on Spanish
TV for a regional broadcaster. And she recommended that I watch it. And
I was flabbergasted! I can recommend this interview to EVERY one of my
readers! There I learned that there are climate weapons that were
successfully used in Vietnam and banned by the United Nations because
of their terrible effects. And that we are now using the same technology -
under a different name - to save us from climate change.
My first impression of Josefina were the emails she wrote me. And
now in the interview I saw her speaking for the first time as a person. And
she convinced me. This fighting lady. It was clear to me that I had to help
her.
So I sat down and translated her TV interview into German and
English. Then I made the subtitles for the film and distributed copies to
possible channels. By that I don't mean FOX or CNN, but Guardacielos
and activists in Germany. That kept me busy and while I was doing it,
powerlessness was dominated. When I saw that Werner Altnickel - one of
the pioneers and most important activists in Germany, more about him
later - had uploaded the TV interview I subtitled onto his YouTube
channel and found 30,000 viewers in just a few days, it was clear to me
that a single man alone can do something. Yes, he can.
From then on I continued working with Josefina, the translation
game was repeated several times, I helped her with various open letters,
e.g. to the European Parliament, and she helped me, because I wanted to
publish my videos not only in German or English, but also in Spanish.
Even though we have never met in real life, a pact was formed
between us where everyone knows what to do. And everyone does what he
can. But I anticipate. This cooperation has grown over the last few years
until today. It wasn't until three years later that I first spoke to her on the
phone. My impression was like in the beginning. Josefina is a shotgun
woman with a heart. It's a good thing she does exist. And I assume that I
will meet her, that is still pending, I will certainly tell you about it.
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regions all over Spain for a court hearing. And in the north, with the
Basques, she had still no colleague, except me.
Just then I had found my iPhone, we remember, it fell on my foot,
and so I was immediately ready to help her.
But sharing the photos on Josefina's site was such a complicated
procedure that I asked her if I could collect the photos elsewhere - on
another platform - and then add the link to her collection. Josefina agreed
to it.
Also, I only had a very old MacBook at the time, where the
operating system couldn't handle the new, necessary browsers anymore.
And so I had no fast and easy access to the Internet. That suddenly
changed with the iPhone, finally I had a device again, which was "up to
date", for a whole two years it was my only access to everything I should
do online.
It is true that my whole foundation stone, the whole basis of my
work, no matter if photos or long letters, were created exclusively thanks
to the found iPhone. From time to time I used a public computer, for
example in the city library.
But in fact the iPhone was my only tool. Everything I had to do my
job. It was small and white, and lay in the hand like a stone. No more, no
less. To me, it felt like the stone with which David defeated Goliath. If the
pen is to be more powerful than a sword, then a well used iPhone is
certainly more powerful than an army. And so I went into battle.
First, I opened a whole new page on my Facebook. I already had
"blofeldcine productions" for my film director ambitions, so I already
knew how to open and set up such a page. All I needed was a good name. I
didn't want to take anything with "chemtrail", that was immediately clear
to me.
First of all, this word is repulsive. And on the other hand Josefina
explained to me that the word "chemtrail" is a suitcase word, specially
created to ridicule this topic. Because if you google (a few years ago) the
word "chemtrail" one found oneself directly with all the crackpots, tinfoil
hat wearers and conspiracy theorists. And that's where it looks freaky and
silly.
On the other hand, if you google solar radiation management or
geoengineering, you get serious information, even from the Bundestag and
the planning office of the Bundeswehr. There you will find the technology
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that exists, there you will also learn that Edward Teller, the father of the
hydrogen bomb, is also the father of this mess.
Even if chemtrail is a wrong word and was planted to lure us onto a
"crazy" trail, this mess - and this is my feeling - will go down in history
books with the word "chemtrail". Because meanwhile there are ever more
humans, who notice what is going on, there are ever more good spotters,
who use the word chemtrail. Who googles today the word chemtrail, finds
by now a lot of serious information.
But okay, mess is mess, no matter what you call it. And "Chemtrail
Basque Country" was too grey for my name. I needed some bright name ...
one that contains the theme, but stands out from the others. Best with
humor. Just then I saw another fat stripe above me, and thought: how
disgusting! And then I asked myself: does the pilot notice that? He has to
notice something like that, doesn't he?
The name then came to me, my pseudonym. The repugnant pilot!
Just as Bruce Wayne calls himself Batman in order to save all the widows
and orphans of this world, so from now on as THE REPUGNANT PILOT
I should be doing my thing. And I don't need a rubber suit with wings, I
just need the iPhone and a page on Facebook. As the first profile picture I
used the photo of two naked blondes in a cockpit. With that I set the tone:
say it with tits.
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But if I put the camera on it and shoot it, then I have the small
consolation to say: you can do it, but from now on it won't go unseen. I
will record your deeds! From now on I will document everything exactly,
and I will show my collection of evidence to the whole world, in the hope
that a free thinking, influential person will find my Facebook page
sometime, like the bottle post in the ocean.
After one and a half years of daily collecting I finally had my first
500 followers and felt like a snow king. Five hundred of two billion
Facebook members or of eight billion people.
Much faster than new Likes for my site I found new stripes in the
sky. And not only stripes, already within my very first active "repugnant"
days I took pictures of something completely new for me: I saw my first
Sun-Dog. These are reflections of the sun, in the air saturated with - as I
learned later - nanoparticles. They then glow like greasy oil stains,
sometimes so strong that you think you can see a parhelia. These sun dogs
usually appear together with a halo, which is a circular arc around the sun.
Looks like a gloriole, but is not sacred. Even if the American press meant
it. A halo had been photographed several times in the USA during the
Pope's visit, and the press tumbled in their delight that this was a sign from
God.
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Today I know it's called plasma. We no longer inhale air, but
plasma filled with nanoparticles. Barbara, where are you when I need you?
Didn't you tell me at lunch in St. Jean-de-Luz that you work as a physicist
on plasma weapons?
In my whole life I had never seen such a Halo, a Sun-Dog or just
the "contrails" bleeding out for hours. That used to be different. And I
know that exactly. Nine years ago I digitized all my photos and sorted
them by years. I sat there for a whole week, around the clock. It was a real
slave labor. But it was worth it.
Just as I now find all my music with one click, I also find my
whole past. From great-grandfather to now. From Wuppertal to America to
Spain. From Ariane to Tina. Everything that I found beautiful, everything
that I loved, everything that has passed away, I now have on a pen drive.
And do you know what? Under all this past there is hardly any weather
manipulation, as you can photograph it almost everywhere today.
I say hardly because I actually have very few photos where the sky
is suspicious. The oldest one is from 1986, when I was water-skiing in
Canada under a fat "stripe cloud". And since 1999, exactly fitting for the
millenium change, there are nevertheless the one or other photo.
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1986 in Canada. Is the backwash reflected in the sky?
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THE REPUGNANT PILOT started with the question: is there a
pattern? In the sky, in the news, in the world around me?
What I only suspected at first, I now know. Hence my despair,
hence my aspiration, hence the unfortunate hostage-taking, hence the
death of Mrs. Möckelmann. No, I refuse to take responsibility for it. The
good woman had just as much fun and wine that evening as all the others.
Why then did she have to die?
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Chapter 16
It's war!
I am a front-line rapporteur in a battle that belongs to a war most of
us have not recognized yet, but which is waged against you as well!
This war started so secretly and silently that no-one did notice. And
it took even longer to realize who in this war is the actual attacker and who
are the actual victims. Well, the ordinary people always filled the lists of
victims, in any war. But back then people got sacrificed in order to impose
one's view. What's new now, this time it is not about imposing one's view
on others, it is not about different views that collide. Of course these
different views are being used for collision to take place. Actually our
different views are being played and poked until we hit back (again). But it
never was about views in the first place, it was only about victims, lots of
victims. No matter how. War, civil war, epidemics, droughts,
environmental disasters, famine ... whatever. What counts are the deaths,
the more, the better, because in the end it's all about DEPOPULATION.
And those people that orchestrate the depopulation are the real
enemy. An it is no longer about natural resources such as oil. That engines
only run on oil is a misbelief, like so many more.
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into an arrow, and the arrow turned into a bullet. But every time one
quickly could see that a weapon was being pointed at oneself. And that
required always a reaction: run or fight back.
Clarity or peace shall not be granted, we are under attack all the
time or at least they make us go wild like a pitbull on a chain. Terror
dominates our life. And I am not talking about crazy fanatics, but about
consume-terror, always-look-great-terror, be-happy-terror, don't-be-
incorrect-terror and so on and so forth ...
What has never changed in all those years are the intentions of our
masters. And they only can rule us when we are on our knees. And for that
they need a whip or nowadays a subtle blend of media, nanotechnology
and EMF-radiation. Just to make sure that the hamster doesn't leave his
wheel and starts thinking for himself.
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my observations about the sky their only answer is a gaping silence. And if
I dare to follow up on my last sharing, the silence becomes so silent that it
hurts your ears. I believe that they believe that by ignoring it they can
avoid it. Then they only can pray, that the next double-tornado (brand
new! finally also in Germany) will please save our street. As long only the
Eastside gets hit, the city will be safe, says the one from Westside.
In second category I put people that answer my sharings. As a
voluntary, honorary advocate of our system. These are the so-called
sceptics who trust blindly our mainstream media, but anything that is from
YouTube will be not be taken into consideration. They need a seal of
quality, just as they only dress in e.g. ARMANI, they only accept news
from e.g. REUTERS. In many cases these people are disciples of big
pharma, advocates of vaccination, voters, depot owners. In one term: they
are the Créme de la Créme of our culture, thus the biggest defenders of our
system.
One of them even told me, that he would not advocate nor my
observations neither my activism. He does not advocate it? Well, he sticks
to the official narrative like a junkie to his tiny bag of powder.
Or recently someone, very close to me, said: "Tim you suffer tube
view!"
Isn't it just the other way around? But if I would have said so,
someone close to me would have been insulted and a crack would have
opened in my family's fundament.
So I skipped any answer that might have been offending and
swallowed my tube view with potatoes. Whatever.
Those people seem to have forgotten that on September 11th three
buildings turned into finest powder, although there were only two planes
(if these have been planes in the first place).
Those people also say that this world is a big pile of shit, and only
climbing up that pile and looking for a place in the sun is all that one can
do. You can't expect more than that. We are all on our own, make sure you
don't stay back.
The richer (in money) someone has got, the more difficult it is for
him to doubt the system. They stick to cheap propaganda that the other -
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again and again Putin - is the cause of our problems, and they believe in
"climate change" because TV said so.
They like to stick to the track that was pointed out to them by the
system's ushers.
And they are deeply scared of any deep and profound observations
that may cause own thinking. The consequences could be that they come
to realize that this world is not exactly a big pile of shit like they wanted to
imagine, but all our money is just a shitty scam.
The whole system is interwoven so cleverly, once you realize this,
you also know that actually money has no value at all. That's why the one's
who have money do not want to look so deeply. They prefer to close their
eyes and just keep going.
Yet rich people today could do so much: for example they could
help by paying for necessary analysis of our rain, soil and blood. Or they
could help to shout out, placard, print, spread what's happening to us.
We are under attack! They could help to SAVE LIFE.
But before that they need to look closely, swallow it and digest it.
But they are afraid of that because just thinking a bit and they'll understand
that their cash won't be of value in the world of tomorrow. And they fear
this more than the last day.
And instead of helping with their still valid money to give birth to
the new, they concentrate only on defending their digital treasure.
They say Yes to change! But without touching my cash!
In the end the just extend the war that is being waged against all of
us.
Now we come to the third category of people. They are the ones
who realize what is going on and they say: "that is the way it is, and we
can't do anything about it!" They take it as it would have been given by
God. They carry this burden with the pride of a just man. They feel the
tragic reach and just shrug their shoulders. And then again they talk about
the many beautiful banalities. There is always something new. A new
movie. A new book. A new wine. A new trip. A new Super Bowl. And
some even have a new love. There is always something new one can share.
But how can it be that you understand the reach of this crime but
yet pay your taxes or your penalty for the wrongly parked bicycle?
How can that happen? It doesn't fit, does it?
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Maybe we're actually walking on tracks of an old upbringing and
conditioning. And the rest overwhelms us.
Whatever.
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Chapter 18
Battle on Facebook
In the old days such a lonely one like me would have looked very
old and silly. One would then have remained the marginalized. But not
anymore today, today luckily we have Facebook.
Luckily, like-minded people can be found there. A few people
scattered across the globe, who have understood that Facebook serves for
more than just posting parties and meals. But it took time until I found the
right people.
Some say that Facebook was founded by the CIA and that
Zuckerfeller in reality is a Rockeberg. Well, yes, I could imagine that.
Why not?
Because deception was and always has been part of the ruling. Just
the word Zuckerberg describes exactly what Facebook is: it is a big
mountain (Berg) of sugar (Zucker) on which stick more than 2 billion
people and counting.
And also this is evolution: back then even threatened with torture
we didn't want to speak and tell what is on our minds. Today everyone
shouts out loudly: look at me, that's me, that's what I think, that's what I
like. It all reminds me of the fox and the raven.
The raven has a delicious piece of cheese in its beak. The fox says:
may I have a bit of your cheese? And the raven replies: No!
Then the fox tried a new strategy: I have heard that you have such
a wonderful voice, please sing something for me.
We all know what happens. The raven begins to croak and the
cheese drops from his beak. The fox doesn't only get a piece, he gets the
entire cheese.
My first Facebook was full of cheese. I did not have the right
friends yet. I read daily updates by Naiara - no, not officer Naiara, there
are some Naiaras in the Basque region - and how she admires and adores
her handsome husband. Everyday they posted a photo sharing moments of
love like having a nice dinner or a beautiful walk at the beach. And she
commented it all with: you are my life!
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A year later they were divorced, Naiara not only needed a
psychiatrist to clean up her heart and soul, she also needed a computer
scientist to rearrange her Online-Life and Web-Presence. Besides that in
those days I read a lot about formula 1 and once even how my nephew had
a dream about French Fries. And as I found one day on the wall of my
former girlfriend that some Luigi told her she had forgotten her ear-rings
last night at his place, I was finally completely fed up with Facebook. I
just deleted my account and I remember very well that this was quite an
obstacle. So my first thought was that Facebook is like a sect, easy to get
in, difficult to leave.
A few years later around 2011, the unfaithful bitch was history, I
returned to Facebook on a new account just for one reason: I wanted to
promote my documentary about blindness: APAGA LA LUZ Y VERÁS
(Turn the light off and you'll see). I opened my first Facebook-page and
called it "blofeldcine", that is how I call my production company that
hardly produces.
But it was the foundation of THE REPUGNANT PILOT which
made me meet new and interesting people. Suddenly I was drawn into
groups of highly interesting themes and material. Stuff you don't see on
TV.
And as always, I talked openly and curiously with everyone. On
digital distance it is quite easy to be honest. And of course you have to be
polite and respectful, if not, one click is enough to end the conversation.
This kind of approach is completely new. On one side it has been
always easier to open to some complete stranger on a trip far, far away
than to your lifetime neighbor who knows you since your days of diapers.
Why is this so? Maybe it is that we fear more the mocking in our
own street than far away, maybe we just want to appear as a normal part of
the tribe when we are at home.
But during the dark nights inside the deep caves of Facebook we
dive into a familiarity like on a gang-bang orgy. Everyone is doing it with
anyone, and everyone shows what he has got and can do. And everyone
speaks and stands for himself or herself. And here is where one can feel
the person you are dealing with. The essence reaches you, no matter how
far this person is, no matter if he/she uses a real name or a real profile
picture.
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It is the sum of what is said and shown, through which the person
comes filtered, and you can feel quickly through all the mega-bytes how
this person is ticking. One can sense the beat of an honest heart through all
the digits. When someone enters you with bad intentions, you spot it right
away, just like you easily spot a pederast in the children's pool. You can
feel his tense posture, his urge not to expose himself. Because the honest
heart can expose itself any time any given day. But the liar needs a wall,
behind which he can hide.
Why some people prefer a life hiding behind walls is another story,
a story I can't tell because it is not my story. All I wanted to say is that you
feel quickly if someone has any intentions. Most of us Earthlings are
indeed occupied with French Fries or lost ear-rings. Or for a change:
football. But in certain "darkrooms" you find people that want to know.
People that look for satisfaction. Because their intuition makes them
restless, worried, partly even crazy. And their desire screams for answers,
for clarity, for solutions. Yes, and there you meet for a collective detective
game. And something like that has never happened before! Several people
meet with the same concern. And they talk to each other.
An exchange takes place, and it is completely horizontal, there is
no command hierarchy, people act out of intuition. And in this group the
color of skin, religion, size of account, or of breasts does not matter. This
group consists of all the people that want to breathe clean air. And
everybody contributes in his very own way.
For example, one puts something out for discussion, another one
adds something similar and then the game begins: are these two findings
somehow related. And the more people join the game, the more eyes see,
the more ears hear, the more findings are being shared, the clearer it gets
what is happening with our sky.
Bread and games, once and then interrupted by some terror, make
us tremble in our core, and we all stay in line, where everyone just repeats
the same words over and over again: That's the way it is.
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Increasing prices. That's the way it is.
Unemployment. That's the way it is.
Corrupt politicians. That's the way it is.
Vaccination. That's the way it is.
Digital money. That's the way it is.
Wars. That's the way it is.
Inflation. That's the way it is.
Bad nutrition. That's the way it is.
A shitty job. That's the way it is.
Taking pills. That's the way it is.
Expensive divorce. That's the way it is.
Fight hard, just to be ripped off. That's the way it is.
Environmental pollution. That's the way it is.
Humans are bad by nature. That's the way it is.
Climate-change. That's the way it is.
And no one cares. That's the way it is.
Win the Super Bowl. That's the way it is.
Lose the Super Bowl. No way! Yes, only this leads to a large,
wide-spreading depression. All the rest, no matter what you point at, all
you hear, will be: That's the way it is.
But not all of us say it, there are some few who say: it doesn't need
to be like this. Or they even say: can't we do it differently?
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away galaxies of internet, and this battle is as real as the truth that has to
remain hidden at any price. This battle is about truth, because truth will set
us free.
And since this battle is the decisive one and should not be
forgotten, I'm so free to name a few protagonists. That's the great thing
about today. Everything is getting faster. For the first time comes a history
book while the history is still playing out.
And I want to write down this story quickly before "the kiss you
awake pack" will be the official winners. Because that history books will
only be written by the winners will also become obsolete.
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Chapter 19
Now it is one minute to twelve, back then it was about poor against
rich, or left against right, but time has been running and never stopped, and
today, when you read these words it is all about just one thing:
And among the really beautiful and the really rich, there is hardly
anyone who is committed to life. Such people will one day be unburdened,
because they could not do otherwise. After all, they have personified
exactly what has been glorified in our system. That such a life can become
a trap, what the common - unfortunately often envious - people do not
want to know.
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I like to quote Woody Allen: "Do you really think I enjoy it when a
twentyfive-year-old, busty blonde sucks my cock?"
When our celebrities finally realize that the last true fun that
remains to be discovered is to save the world for generations to come, then
the dam will break.
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Chapter 20
My First Troll
For me the penny dropped slowly. And this time it took even
longer because I can not think as evil as it is. In fact, the following had to
happen to me three times, at the second time I was startled, at the third
time I finally got it.
I always shared my - for me new - concerns and worries on
Facebook, where climate was the topic. Of course I did that because I
really hoped for a serious answer back then. I still thought that the federal
government would actually be interested in my concerns. At least I had a
lot of my own, interesting evidence to present.
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If they could, they would have my book banned here. And so that
does not happen, I will NOT name these worm-like creatures.
But I will gladly tell each friendly police officer their names, also I
doubt that they do this dirty battle under their real identity. The diligent
readers can find their names and intimidation attempts in my collection.
Just look in the folder "Screenshots", then you will see what I will not
mention here. There you can also see that I was threatened that I had to be
careful that someone like me would not be picked up someday. To throw
verbal paving stones - at us, the worried people - is the troll's bread and
butter.
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was planned. Because the troll loses effectiveness with each additional
move, it is getting more and more obvious what they are up to.
Every day, new people wake up in the face of this great crime.
Every day, more and more people are sharing and posting the weird sky,
which they suddenly consciously perceive and have just photographed.
Often such photos reach me first. And I say "thank you", and really hot
photos are then spotlighted on my page.
It is becoming more and more visible what is happening in our sky.
And it is becoming ever more visible who belongs to the troll guard. They
are defeating themselves through their behavior. You just have to read
attentively the comments on any Facebook post, and you will recognize it
right away. Where-ever five trolls turn up, twenty-five activists will
respond and sound the alarm, providing further strong evidence that
something is fishy here, that water vapor does simply not look nor behave
like that.
In addition to the trolls, there are then only three possible responses
from the respective "authority":
First: you get ignored. The most normal.
Second: you get deleted.
Third: you get snitched on and Facebook blocks you because you
have broken the "Community Standards".
But the troll can insult and denigrate you. But with that his potency
and skills are exhausted. Every day a global online battle is raging to bring
the truth to the people. Every hour someone tries to sell the smeared sky as
beautiful, and every minute there are a few new eyes that see, recognize,
understand, until the next heart cries out and will help.
Sometimes it feels like a race: Eyes that open vs. eyes that can be
fogged. Light from inside vs. poison from outside.
But there are still too many people who have no idea what's going
on. Because they can not imagine a wanton intervention on the climate,
and certainly not that there is a battle in the online universe, where people
get oppressed, intimidated and censored.
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These people, the normal citizen - the one who has nothing to hide
- would immediately think of Turkey or North Korea as "repressed,
intimidated and censored", but never of Frau Merkel or Herr Maas (or
their American counterparts).
And such citizens regularly get angry when they come across my
shocking news. Some of them insult or mock me, some of them "unfriend"
me. But these people finally shut up, when they realize the vast amount of
scary pictures I collect. They then swallow it to just quickly forget it.
And who knows? In some, it may continue to tick until the seed
rises, and then they understand it, and then they will help to stop it.
But the troll never shuts up. He makes a stink to keep making
stinks. He sticks to you like dog shit to your shoe. And just then comes my
test question: "Hey you, I'm here on a daily basis because I'm very
worried. What is your motivation? Why do you spend so much time to
mob people who are worried? When only water vapor fogs our sky, then
who would care about some fools saying differently? Don't you have an
own life? What is your motivation?"
One answered: so that you do not have to live in this paranoid idea
of being deliberately sprayed on.
Sure, continuous service around the clock to save another lost soul
you might find at the spiritual welfare, but not on Facebook. So much
easier to find sex on the internet than solace for your soul. After my
question, what is your motivation, usually there was never an answer. That
was a checkmate question in most cases. And since most trolls are not very
intelligent, and perhaps copy and post only pre-prepared phrases, they are
overwhelmed with such a question, thrown out of their script and then
only remain silent. Or they bark out aggressively (to make themselves
popular with their superiors?).
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Always nicely from above, screaming, attacking, in short:
intimidating. Such behavior you only display when you feel protected and
favored by authority. And everything that stands in the way of the
"official" version gets beaten up or shouted away. And thus it has always
been. At any time there always have been enough toads and worms that
helped for money to beat up and shout away human dignity.
But this time something has changed completely. This time there is
something new: the communication technology. In our example it is
Facebook. Maybe Facebook was indeed founded only to be able to control
us better. But what if we use it to awaken each other? The more of us
participate in the battle in the Onlineversum, the more overwhelmed the
trolls will be. The more of us get involved, the more difficult it will be to
hide the enlightening content. That I am now monitored and censored is no
surprise, more on that later. But Facebook won't be able to monitor all of
us. Well, yes they can monitor all of us, but who will be able to read and
process all of this?
One thing for sure: the more of us know about this battle, the faster
we will have won it.
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Chapter 21
Leander's List
With every devastating storm, the movement of "chemtrail
believers" grows larger. With every tornado that rages - nowadays also -
over Germany, a bus full of new spectators arrives on my site The
Repugnant Pilot. With every torrential downpour the LIKES rise steeply
upwards. My side is like the thermometer in the sick patient's asshole. I
see the fever rising. And fever is a defensive reaction to disease.
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And nobody wants that, do we? And our Klaus Töpfer, ex- and
worldwide first Minister of Environment, was honorary President in that
organized association of sustainable life sustainers, or life cooling
sustainers.
And who really takes the time to listen to these boring IASS videos
on YouTube, learns from Klaus that several millions are invested every
year to control the language, because whoever controls the language
controls the subject.
And millions are actually squandered! Because where I am today, I
can see that very well.
So long before the mean, stupid troll is sent into battle as a foot
soldier, umbrella organizations a la IASS or IPCC (Intergovernmental
Panel on Climate Change) are founded that propose a line or direction that
is then cleverly placed in our media by the opinion makers.
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Such a thing is complete nonsense, and all those who claim
something different are not particularly intelligent. "They're not the
crispiest chips in the bag." That's how he said it.
Yes, Jörg is rhetorically very crafty. The whole world is still
waiting for his book.
By the way, there are internet rumors that Jörg Kachelmann
admitted to chemtrails at first, but then rowed back drastically. Something
had happened.
And I think I heard that a sexual harassment complaint was
withdrawn because he's now in the game. Whatever is written on the
Internet or told at the hairdresser's, I only capture it if it fits the picture.
There's a lot of gossip going on. Especially in politics. And weather plus
IASS = politics.
Then there's this ZDF guy named Rayk Anders. He looks like
Grandma's best little boy. Another cuddly creep for the anesthetized
dreamboat-gazers. Now seriously. Who does the casting for people who
want to make a career in television? With his soft smile he certainly
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arrives at all the people who really still believe that representatives of the
people represent the people and that the media are free.
It seems to me: the more cuddly-creepy one is, the further he gets.
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Well, Sebastian, if you're reading this: of course I am also happy
about recognition! But it's my worry that calls me to the plan. You don't
have those worries. So, what calls you to the plan?
Let's go on:
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The German band VitaVision has written a musically good and
lyrically very clever song with the theme and title: CHEMTRAILS. I think
the song is good and have also mirrored it on my Facebook page. Because
in the public radio stations this song is not to be heard. Or if only as a
parody. Oliver - like the singer - tied a headscarf around himself and again
made the funny voice imitator. Again he was not funny, but this time he
had a job to do. And with that, Fat-Boy No. 3 went straight to the judges
on the dock.
And his comedian colleague Lutz van der Horst can sit right next
to him. Another cuddly creep clown who is also not sorry to mock
concerned citizens. Where was it shown? On the ZDF Today Show. You
find it on my page. Unfortunately.
You poor cuddly creeps! This has nothing to do with humor but a
lot with accessory to murder. Maybe you will get your head out of the
noose when you unpack and tell how such a topic is planned, pushed and
executed from above. Then there will certainly be criminal easement.
But Oli, Lutzi, do you realize I'm building you a loophole? Now
your time has come: if there's anything to my suspicion, it's best to tell it
all. You've got an audience. And make sure you don't die suddenly before
that. And if there was nothing to my suspicions, then you're just really
completely dopey and stupid. And I can't quite believe that.
To all who are affected: if we all get out of the closet together now,
the bad game is over.
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So one day we will find out what the inspiring moments were for
Giulia, Sebastian, Rayk and Jörg. And they will notice that they have
always written their names underneath all their doings.
But before I tell you about the light, I'd like to quickly take a closer
look at the mean Internet troll and its puny, cowardly, wormy creature.
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Chapter 22
Troll-House
For me, the troll is the definitive proof that my photo collection is
really harmful for certain interest groups and manipulations. Only through
the troll and his slobbering my photos are ennobled. Troll-slobber is a seal
of quality.
When you find troll-slobber, it is probably about truth or
something that could lead us to the truth. In Newspeak they call it "Fake
News".
Do you see it? At all levels, precautions have been taken and done
with the sole aim of bending our compass needle. So that we lose our
orientation and don't find the truth.
And this disinformation program is indeed lasting and multi-
layered, and so that it could spread in such a way that we not only do
nothing against it, but also don't recognize and see anything, it actually
cost several million euros, as our Klaus frankly admitted. Whoever has the
sovereignty to interpret, it is applied by the media and in the last row by
the trolls. You can look at it like an army. Or like a chessboard.
If the interpretive sovereignty says "this is only water vapour",
then the troll has to fight until the other one says so: "Yeah, you're right.
All just water vapor. And your quoted sources and arguments are really
great. Now I am convinced. It's all just steam."
With the quoted sources (Metabunk, Psiram and there are so many
more) we arrived - in the military language - in the trenches.
The mean troll may storm out on the battlefield with his bayonet in
the attack. He gets his cover from the trench. And the trench carries out the
orders of the strategic planning office.
And so it goes back successively, and deeper and deeper behind the
enemy line, up to its general, and he serves the king. And if you look
closely, you see that he serves our king. And that's the damn thing about
this whole thing.
The troll bases his argumentation on troll pages, which refer to troll
institutes and which prove everything with the theses of troll scientists.
Anyone who thinks that I am going too far now should first explain to me
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why Obama, the warmonger, was awarded a Nobel Peace Prize when he
took office. It's like being awarded an Oscar for Best Foreign Language
Film just because I have a camera and a curvy muse in her dirndl.
What? Have you not yet noticed how the trolls really spit us into
consciousness on all levels and from all sides?
Well, I feel so free and secure to claim all this, even though I
personally have no interpretive sovereignty, I have the fruit of meticulous
continuity.
Also my blood carries that over-particular German way of being.
Yes, the over-particular way of a German, this element in our being the
world has often suffered from, but when used in the right way, it produces
best cars and brews the tastiest beer.
My over 23,000 photos are not to be overseen and speak for
themselves. And it certainly is my over-particular way, which pushes me
to write it all down so the last hillbilly will get it aswell. Because it is also
about his life! And about your life.
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notice when they put my article in the last row of the whole newsfeed.
Because if I check to see if the post is still there, I find it. But when the
others look, they often don't find it. "I rarely see your things" I hear from
my readers again and again. This is soft censorship and not a technical
blunder. The techno-trolls set up a virtual fence around all those who
could be dangerous to the system with their contributions.
Because a few post stubbornly and daily, they drum to shake up the
others ... and at least I feel a little better from the post alone, I feel
liberated, like after a successful bowel movement ... So I open my window
and am happy that my fragrance is now being driven out into the net of
nets to multiply there. Well, that's what we think. In fact, they put me and
a few other fellow stinkers under a virtual bell. There, in invisible
quarantine, we can stink at each other, and only very, very seldom does
someone new take the floor. After all, how many of us are involved in the
daily active use on the Facebook front? How many of us are there, posting,
commenting, helping to bring this crime to light?
How many?
It looks to me like there are always the same two to three dozen
drumming and writing.
Every now and then a new guy or a new girl comes along. But
where new members appear more quickly is in the newly diagnosed
Alzheimer cases. Here you can see the diabolic race again: Truth vs.
Alzheimer's. Waking up vs. being put to sleep. The small group of people
who figured it out is growing steadily. More and more realize that 9/11
was the starting point for a very bad script that is being imposed on our
world. But when someone suddenly awakens - "awakening" the favorite
word of esoteric conspiracy theorists - then in the vast majority of cases
this means that he only blinks briefly, looks briefly, and with shock closes
his eyes again and immediately continues to sleep. The fluoride in the
toothpaste and in the drinking water, and the sodium glutamate in the tasty
chips do the rest. And for the minority who don't have a damaged pineal
gland yet, the trolls have to push overtime on the front all day.
Not only the settings on Facebook are being manipulated, you get
sneaked on and denounced. The stealth-troll is a reality. I know that
firsthand, too.
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If you are once under observation because of spreading of possible
"fake news", then someone extra will be assigned to search your side until
he finds something that could be reported. That's why it's so damn
important never to use the word damn.
The stealth-troll is perhaps the precursor and aspirant of the so-
called backstabbing psycho-troll. These are trolls who approach you in a
personal and confidential way, but they only want to undermine your
belief that you can do something.
Here comes a good example, original troll fabric:
"So you reach politicians?! And environmentalists?! And that
makes you move something? Well, that's great; soon we won't have any
chemtrails anymore thanks to your help ..."
What common man takes the time to leave such a comment?
Nobody. Just psycho-trolls.
But it gets better.
Recently this troll fabric came to me, was presented to me by co-
activist Ute Thamm, but I had already been approached in exactly the
same way, this trick goes very nasty to the root of our consciousness:
"If you concentrate on the negative and fight against what you do
NOT want, you have not only understood nothing, but are harming our
efforts!"
Did you hear that?! Someone is already trying, so don't stand in the
way and don't ruin everything just because you have the negative in front
of you all the time, just because you're trying to fight it. Because the more
you deal with it, the bigger it will get, we all know that now.
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It goes without saying that our consciousness shapes our world, it
is proven that the mind directs matter, but such top-seller books work just
like the false prophets: slowly we learn of our spiritual power that we
actually have. But we do not learn everything.
And I have the feeling that all the "success for you too"
instructions are deliberately distributed, so that you are inoculated with
everything that you want to be done, at the latest in forty days, you just
have to wish it hard enough with all your heart ...
... and then forty days later nothing has changed. Well, why didn't
it work out? You can then blame it on yourself. Maybe you are a loser
after all. Your father had already hinted at that. You know ... But that
stays between us.
But you have lost your interest to explore your intentions and
mind-power, haven't you?
Many, who these days realize that our earthly existence is only
about the soul, lose just the overview in the hocus-pocus, which is
organized around our souls.
And that has a plan, and it's done on purpose. They make us so
confused that many of us would even pay a troll a fat fee, just for the great
advice to put your head in the sand in case of danger.
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I am happy to announce: we know what you are doing, we know
who you are! Thanks to attentive co-activists who list all those involved by
name. So that nobody is forgotten, at the Nuremberg Trial RELOADED.
What doesn't surprise me at all in this context is that I had half a
million readers (total range) at that time with only three thousand
followers. Now I have more than twelve thousand, four times the number
of daily followers, and with a lot of luck and tailwind I reach just fifty
thousand readers, only a tenth of half a million. How is that possible?
I suspect that if I posted cute kittens, I would have reached more
than twenty thousand followers today and a total reach of five million or
more.
It's just an intuition. But the fact is that I can now be happy on
Facebook if I don't slide below a total range of 30,000. And that's strange.
And certainly not a coincidence, and certainly has nothing to do with a
lack of interest.
On the contrary, I can see how my subscribers are increasing daily,
but the total number of readers is constantly decreasing.
And that happens not only to me, but also to my colleagues. That's
why we're all busy with having a presence on other channels as well.
This discussion, or the awakening, will, thank God, become more
and more comprehensive, and soon we can say:
"Facebook, thanks for helping me get started! And now get lost."
It's up to you.
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Chapter 23
Tim's List
People who not only wake up, but also have the strength to get up
and then are able to do something, can be counted on one hand. And those
who do something are all world champions. I can see that because there's
one of us. Antony Spatola, two-time world champion in kickboxing.
Of course, none of us can beat your face like Antony. But each one
of us activists shares the will it takes to become world champion. You can
tell a world champion by the fact that he doesn't give up. He falls down,
but he doesn't stay down. A world champion is someone who grows with
the challenges.
And not one in all the troll patrol knows that will and that power.
It's universal law. This is the hero's journey. And a troll is no hero.
So all they can do is sabotage, snitch and intimidate. And that's
exactly where the hero grows.
Just as I know from my own experience that trolls are real, I know
that there are a handful of like-minded people out there who don't rest until
the truth is on every breakfast TV and the song CHEMTRAILS by
VitaVision Deutschland is represented at the Eurovision Song Contest.
Now I come to that list, the infamous "kiss you awake pack", on which
man or woman would like to stand. And if I missed one here, he might get
angry. Not the forgotten troll, he'll be happy. That's the difference between
the two lists. One you want to be on it, the other you don't. Yes and this
time you have a choice, because you can choose on which list you belong.
And if I forgot someone, you are welcome to point this out to me, and
he/she will appear in the next edition, which will certainly come then.
Well, in the USA the most active are Clifford Carnicom and his
Carnicom Institute, the scientist J. Marvin Herndon, Rosalind Peterson,
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Patrick Roddie, the whistleblower Kristen Meghan, Edward Mann, Matt
Landmann, Nicole Vettraino, Mike Decker, Eric E Cypher, Harold Saive,
George Metrik, Wayne Casteen and counting.
I don't trust the very active chemtrail guru Dane Wigington very
much anymore.
He blocked me because I claim that all climate change was
artificially and deliberately produced. My film GLOBAL FALSE FLAG
annoyed him so much and didn't fit into his rigid dogma at all, he threw
me out of his side and broke the contact. Dane also clings to the CO2 fairy
tale and insists too much on global warming. And so he sticks to the
official narrative - although he addresses wrongdoings and accuses them.
One thing's for sure. The curtain falls and everything will be out. And the
current rulers have already positioned the new strong man for this day. So
who could that be?
I doubt it is Michael Murphy. Michael made very good
documentaries. Among them "What in the world are they spraying?".
Unfortunately, his recent contributions are so confused that he sabotages
himself and all his work. Now it says: WHAT IN THE WORLD
HAPPENS WITH MICHAEL?
The people who know Michael know what I'm talking about. And
those who do not know him shall seek to judge him for themselves. I just
say: I hope he gets his act together. Because with Michael, I always had
the feeling that he was one of the good guys.
Then there are the English Max Bliss, Harry R. and from down
under Neil P. In Spain Josefina Fraile. I've already told you about her. And
in Austria there is Franz Miller.
But most of the action runs for me personally in Germany, mother
tongue remains mother tongue. And: once a Wuppertaler, always a
Wuppertaler.
Here in Germany, the first activist I noticed was a woman. Ria den
Breejen. A native Dutchwoman who emigrated to West Berlin for the sake
of art. Today she is the co-organizer GLOBAL MARCH AGAINST GEO-
ENGINEERING.
She's the mother of the movement. She is always in the front row
when it comes to swallowing public laughter. She is maliciously called the
Chemtrail Queen. Rayk Anders dedicated his film LIVING WITH
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MADNESS to her. After THE ETERNAL JEW another milestone among
German documentaries.
Ria is a magnificent woman with healthy instincts and a sharp
mind. And with her heart in the right place. At least that's my perception.
In the not too distant future, a square in Berlin, complete with a bronze
statue, will be named after her. I'm sure of it.
Next I'll mention Antony Spatola, the two-time world champion in
kickboxing.
I remember the first time I heard about him: on October 3, 2015,
the Day of German Unity, we both had the same idea:
each of us uploaded a video on Facebook talking about the
manipulations in the sky. And on that day, our videos both performed
extremely well.
When I found out that Antony was such a professional fighter, I
felt flattered and directly stronger because I was allowed to stand by his
side.
Maybe something like this can be measured energetically, but since
I am in contact with Antony, I feel more powerful ;-) It's funny that all our
brain acrobats have nothing to say about this topic, but our action men like
Antony and Chuck Norris, they do talk about it. Is it possible that the
muscles are closer to nature than the brain?
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Unfortunately, in Germany one is directly labelled a Nazi if one
recognizes certain worrying developments. If this continues, the word
Nazi, just like the troll-slobber, will become a seal of quality.
Martin seems to be the only politician who knows how to interpret
my photo collection. Wouldn't you have expected this from the Greens?
The CDU, out of all parties, has someone who recognizes it. Well, just
another indication that all parties and party ideologies have now mixed
under the influence of Political Correctness, constant TV entertainment
and fluoride in the drinking water to form a wobbly mass. Cola or Pepsi.
Democrats or Republicans. Hip or Hop. There's no difference anymore.
This form of duality has had its day. There are only people with contact to
nature, or people who have lost this contact. There are people who are
committed to life, or there are people who want to subjugate and control
life. Or you can say: there are people who are self-determined, and there
are people who are other-determined. Money - that digital ghost - is one of
the greatest seducers, and has destroyed so many self-determined ones
already. Well, I don't know money, and I don't know fear. But one thing I
say loud and clear today:
if I make money with this book, I would like to invite Ria, Antony,
Jürgen and Martin to me to the Basque Country for a long weekend.
And you can help me make it work, too!
Just buy the book and if you like it, please recommend the book or
gift it. And we say thank you.
More ... who do something, more ... who are there. Werner
Altnickel must be mentioned in this book. Actually in Germany in first
place. But I have no contact with him, only that he uploaded a video
translated by me on his channel, and thanks to his distribution list it
became a hit. I am talking about the Spanish TV interview with Josefina
Fraile. Very informative! Werner is the grey eminence, also behind the
chemtrail movement. He was an active member of Greenpeace for a very
long time, until Greenpeace separated from him because he considered the
"chemtrail hypothesis". Or was he sorted out because he realized how the
original idea behind Greenpeace was completely corrupted? Anyone who
thinks today that Greenpeace is doing something for the environment also
believes that the stork will bring the babies. Werner is a prehistoric rock
and his videos are as pale as his sweaters. But he lies with his finger
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exactly in the wound, consistently and from the beginning. Hats off to the
old fighter! He never got corrupted. Not even by fashion.
I know that there are other names that should be mentioned here,
and that will be the case in the next edition.
For now, I'm just talking about all the people I subjectively
perceived from my sentry. And there I see the chatter on Facebook. And I
see it increasing.
More and more people are making contributions, more and more
people are collecting photos, more and more people are digging up
something bizarre, more and more people are active in bringing to light the
greatest crime of all time.
Some have created their own site or group, or have created their
own specialty, such as a party, or like Corren in New Zealand who
specializes in Wikileaks and Julian Assange (more on this later). To
briefly describe all these good fellow combatants in their activities goes
beyond the scope of my time. I hope that my detention will not last so long
that I have to tell everything about the others. They better tell their own
story. Then it will be more honest. But since they're also in my story, I'm
now throwing all the other names from around the globe into the same pot,
whether he or she produces or writes content, or just shares and comments.
But this is the list of my daily fellow fighters, and I want to thank you all
for standing side by side. And if I missed one, be indulgent, the next
edition will come even more so. The order is alphabetically sorted by first
name. Here again: I mention the surnames only to those who have given
me their consent:
Alfred J., Albert Friedrich L., Alessa L., Anette K., Anja P., Anne
B., Barbara F., Beate S., Ben F., Betti W., Birgit G., Birgit K., the brilliant
violinist Birgit Kolar, Boban R., Cassandra S., Charlie H., Chrissy G.,
Christian R., Christian S., Christin A., Claudia W., Clemens V., Conny G.,
Corinna S., Corren G., Dagmar S., Dan D., Dan W., Dani Graf, Debbie S.,
Désirée R., Diego Williner, his hypnotic music so adorns some of my
Skyporn movies, Dieter K., Dieter W., Dimitri Rueger, Dome D., Dumitra
S., Ebru Elly Neumann, Erik W., Erwin H., Eva G., Eva H., Evu C.,
Evelyn Köstenberger, she had real stress with Facebook because of her
disgusting findings.
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Eyota M., Felipe V., Francisco Jose F., Gabriele H., Gerd H.,
Gianfranco P., Glenn K., Hannelore H., Hans Huber, his passion is
quantum physics, Hans Ö., Hansruedi T., Hardy D., Hazel P., Heidi von
M, Heinz K., Hektor D., Holly F., Ina E. and her Graph O., Irv E., Isa P.,
Isabella H., Jan Karl-Heinz B., Jan E., Jed M., Jodie F., John B. and his
hot Beach-Brides from Florida, John G., John S., Jose Angel D., Jose D.,
José Manuel E., Jose Villegas in L.A. with his great mini works of art,
which he drops off on my site almost every day. He's always there with his
silent outcry. Just awesome.
Let's continue with Jörg C., Jürgen B., Jürgen C., Justyna S.,
Karina B., Karl M., the musician Karsten Wolff, Katja P., Kaysen G.,
Kerstin D., Kirsten S., Klaus G., Lars Richter, Len Duggan, my man in
London, Lenny Z., Leonor N., Lukas Zitz, another top sportsman and
supplier of the very finest photos. I have created a separate folder for him
in my collection: The Zitz Collection. It's going to be famous.
More: Lutz S., Manuela M., Marc R., Marcel M., Maria Jose L.,
Marian W., Maribel A., Markus B., Markus B., Markus Henne in the
Black Forest, Markus H., Markus R., Markus S., Mathias G., Matthias A.,
Mesut A., Michael R., Michael Stapf, the man with the gas mask and the
smart video clips, Mirko W., Monika H., Meritxell Castells, Nasul Ö.
Nicole S., who knows a lot about orgonites, Norman F., Oliver B., Oliver
R., Otto S., Pascal Assink, probably the most active Dutchman, Pedro L.,
Petr K., Petra Baumgartner, Petra C., Pippilotta W., Rachael S., Ralf B.,
Ralf K., Randy M., Raymond B., Renée D., Reno M., Renzo C., Ricky D.,
Rico A., Rico L., Rita S., Robert B., Robin H., the naughty Rudy H.,
Samuel S., Sandra H., Sandra H., Sandy B., Sebastian B., Silke G., Silvia
W., Sonia V., Sonja M., Steven Baker aus Irland, Stipan F., Susanne Plaar,
Susanna W., Suzanne M., Teh M., Tim M., Tim M., Tina Harsem (RIP),
Thomas Allen M., Thomas F., Thomas M., Thomas Wassermann, Thomas
Z., Tom J., Ursina E., Ute Thamm, Uwe M., Valentin H., Vincent G.,
Virna B., Yvonne B. und last but never ever least Wolfgang Speer.
The beauty of this list is that it's getting longer all the time. And
certainly one or the other Reich citizen, Q anus follower, Bitcoin or flat-
earth disciple, candy-ass, Bayern München-fan, boozer or transvestite is
also there. Let everyone do what he or she or it wants, but we all have to
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breathe. And the above-mentioned people have understood that. And that's
all that matters to me right now.
As I scribble this down, the battle goes on out there. Recently, for
example, FOX News once again sold a glaring sunhalo as "oh how
beautiful". Thereupon "the kiss you awake pack" comments under the
video. A short time later, FOX will remove the comments until the next
wave of activist comments will be dropped, and they will be removed
again. But every day we reach a small handful of people who suddenly
realize how they are shitting in our brains and polluting our skies.
How many are there who recognize it and immediately slam the
door shut? I find it blatant how some people are able to recognize
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something, and in the next moment they have already repressed it. And we
all know how bad the suppression is. Or has word not spread yet?
If you want us to win this battle, it's only possible if we all get
active and get from the online to the street. It's like flirting online. If it
comes to no direct meeting, then the thing dozes off sometime. You can
light a small fire online, but the fire must be consumed on the street or in
bed, or would you see it differently?
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Chapter 24
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It becomes especially interesting when chemtrails appear in LEGO
films, on Playmobil packaging or in Tom&Jerry comics. In Spain, children
learn the right angle at two chemtrails.
The multinational toy companies are like the press, like schoolbook
publishers, like film studios, like our pharmaceutical and food industry
only a small part of the octopus that holds us in a stranglehold.
So what's normal?
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It's normal for the nun to get up early to pray. It's normal for a
whore to go to bed late to finally rest. A child would find both normal
depending on where he grew up. And with our mainstream media, it's
normal to perform in a casual, amusing tone that such a condensation trail
can take on bizarre proportions. That's funny and crazy, how sometimes
the water vapor plays like that.
But true circumstantial evidence, patents and rainwater analysis are
systematically and completely ignored.
And so are my 23,000 photos and 110 movies. And that's normal,
too.
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José is an experienced foreign correspondent for Basque television.
Constantly in Africa. Constantly in crisis. He constantly has this tense,
serious expression on his face.
For many years he made a good living on television, but since the
crisis he has also had to fight, because even the spoiled television people's
bread basket was hung higher.
I showed him my finds the other day. A homemade time-lapse film
with clearly visible HAARP ribs in the clouds, and then I showed him the
"Walt Disneys Science Factual Presentation EYES IN OUTER SPACE"
from 1959 in collaboration with UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF
DEFENSE, ARMY, NAVY, AIR FORCE AND ARMY SIGNAL
RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT LABORATORY."
Here we are told in the best Disney manner how our weather
makes life possible in the first place, how weather was always the big
enemy, and that in the not too distant future there will be techniques to
control and dominate the weather when it gets bad. According to Uncle
Walt, this technology will be used for a better future for the benefit of all.
I undercut this Disney with current tornado and flood shots and
mixed some self-filmed rib clouds on time lapse. This mixture called
SCIENCE FACT hit my Facebook like a bomb. Everyone grasped the
statement my little film montage. Everyone saw it, only TV journalist José
didn't.
To me, my evidence was as clear in its meaning as a knife in the
belly of the corpse. I finally had something you can't miss.
"What are you talking about? Explain it to me," only José said.
And then he said, "Don't give up!" That means between the lines, "you're
gonna spend a lot of energy on nothing." Because he had already decided
in advance that there was nothing to my story.
Talking about such experts I ask myself, what is he doing when he
is on duty in his beloved Africa?
Is he really curious about researching on his own? Do some real
research, like he doesn't do with me. Or is he just driving by a consulate,
where he is given a piece of paper with the official narrative in a few
words. Now he can embellish them beautifully in some tropical hotel with
whisky and cigarettes and live out his Hemingway Blues. Or how's that
functioning? Well, why doesn't he see anything in my photos and movies,
or in my suspicions and conclusions? Why can't he see?
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Are people who work for television exposed to a very special mind
control? It doesn't sound that far-fetched now. After all, they are the voices
that shape our opinion.
Or is he just afraid of losing his job? I could imagine that.
Although by now he has hardly anything left. He is sitting on a shrinking
chair, and instead of looking under his ass to see why his butter is getting
thinner and thinner, he goes where people are even worse off than he is.
This helps not only the poor, but also his ego. And on the track runs his
train.
Well, what I really believe, what is going on with our José - and
people like him - is the following:
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Chapter 25
In the past, we only had the German TV guide HÖRZU and three
television stations, the ARD, ZDF and the respective local stations. That
made it quite easy to track all the information needed.
From then on, came the time of the attractive, or rather beautiful
women presenting the news on television. Suddenly, it was all about
ranking. With ranking and ratings there was a lot of money to be made and
with that quick money one could sponsor his coke.
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Yet, did this hurt only the child? No one even noticed it as the
carousel kept whirling, always faster in an endless circle. Few could hear
the agony through all the cheerful atmosphere.
Or the times when we kept our heads under the running water in
the faucet and wondered why the water never stopped pouring. Sure, it is a
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poor comparison to what is going on today. This wonder of technology,
the window to the whole world in my hand, which takes thousands of
hours of deep worship until it has been processed. The machine shows me,
the machine hears me. It replaces my psychologist since it listens to me.
And how nice it is to know that a spy is reading what I post. At this
moment you know that technology connects, and you're never all alone.
Then came 9/11. From then on, the internet flourished for the first
time ever. An increasingly large number of truth seekers appeared web
wide, none of them were to be seen on television though. As 2013 rolled in
so did the REPUGNANT PILOT. My quest is quite simple: real
photographs, and questions coming from the depth of my heart. That is
how it all started, yet it didn’t go much further. Every so often, I have to
let my frustration free, just as I am doing at this moment.
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Honestly, other researchers on the net have come further. Not
because they are maybe more diligent, but, who knows, maybe they are
pushed by tailwinds.
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Chapter 26
CAUTION, TRAP!
It goes without saying that everyone in my group has long known
how very few families own, control and cleverly manipulate the media of
almost the entire world. Honest journalism doesn't exist anymore. "Lying
press!" we call in the choir, and gladly refer to Dr. Udo Ulfkotte. For some
a heroic whistleblower, for others a profile neurotic with the urge for
recognition. Whatever, his book BOUGHT JOURNALISTS aroused great
curiosity, and his sudden death was then again just a coincidence.
People from my group know that you can't trust the media
anymore, they search the internet of course, they find their news and
evidence there. And their gods.
And that's why I say: CAUTION, TRAP! Because the enemy is
more sophisticated than we can imagine now. The rabbit hole goes deeper
than we think. Or one can also say: the onion has another layer of
wrapping. Thanks to the internet new people suddenly appeared who came
to open our eyes. At least for me it was so that I could only listen in
amazement and could not sleep for days. Or to put it another way: if they
hadn't put that messenger on YouTube for me, then I wouldn't have got it
straight to this day either, and like all the other dear fellow men I would
have got caught between Formula 1, barbecuing sausages, talking shop
about parties and presidents. I would then have taken up the arguments for
my shop talk in my fetish newspaper. For some it is THE WASHINGTON
POST, for others the NEW YORK TIMES. And if I had still the feeling
that something was not right, the psychiatrist would have prescribed a
psychotropic drug for me.
It was foreseeable that even in a blunted, anaesthetized population,
the level of knowledge pressure would slowly increase, whatever the
cause. I guess it's the Mayan calendar. I had already written about it, that it
doesn't mean an end, but a new beginning. The cosmic wind now comes
from another direction, and all this secret technology has only one
purpose: to keep us away from this new good energy. I will shed more
light on this, because I have a whistleblower who came to me to publish
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his story on my channel. It's about electromagnetic frequencies (EMF),
and that this is a weapon. Disguised as mobile communication.
The elite knows that at some point the truth will come out, namely
that we have been ruled by sociopaths since Babylon at the latest. And
they pursue only one thing: to subjugate us. The whole swindle and
deception blows up, because it's already mathematically proven. It's only a
matter of time now. Besides, it's simply impossible to eliminate all
witnesses at a time when everyone has a camera and so some have turned
into a whistle blower, unless ... yes, unless the big powder barrel still
explodes and erases everything. And even that's what they're trying to do.
But until that happens, you have to distract the masses. For most it still
works with sex and football, and for a minority that is constantly growing,
you do it with the "truth".
So they prefer to tell the story themselves, the way they want it to
be told, before someone else does. As a screenwriter I know that: it is very
important how what is told, what is shown and what is not.
Slice by slice you can tell the story and control the flow of
information. And you can leave something out here and there to continue
hiding the real culprits. Just like they've always done.
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noticed it yet, because it actually takes time to recognize it. And others do
it because they are simply instructed not to talk about it.
But meanwhile the burden of proof is so overwhelming and those
who still look away, but entertain us with partial truths (such as Alex
Jones with Pizza-Gate), belong to the deliberately placed and controlled
opposition. And the net of nets is full of them.
And it is important to understand that these so-called gatekeepers -
the opposition controlled from above and keeping us down in check -
actually share explosive and true material with us. That's why we admire
them. For that, we follow them. For this we trust them. And overlooking
the fact that this info, no matter what truth, would have come out anyway.
Because everything always comes to light, the only question is when.
So what I'm saying is listen to everything, take what you can with
you. And always pay attention to what your belly says. And finally accept
that the last instance is always within you, no matter what they want to
explain to you on the net or at the hairdresser.
You can learn from anyone. And that is why I am also happy about
the false prophets, because they have certainly widened my view, only that
I never let them explain to me where far ends, my "far" perhaps goes
further than their "far". And so the hour has come to slaughter a few
sacred cows:
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by profession and tries to look like a Jesus, he belongs to the younger
generation of that family. He sounds the alarm, worries about our kids. He
no longer wants to analyze whether climate change is man-made, i.e.
caused by overpopulation and its exhaust gases, or cyclical, because fact is
that climate change is there and the next generations are threatened. And
we must act immediately.
Alex rumbles in his aroused way: "What do we do to save
ourselves? What do we do to save ourselves?" He's crying it out twice.
But I'm not part of that radio show, my cry goes unheard. Neither
David nor Alex have come up with the idea that climate change was
produced deliberately, that chemtrails are a weather weapon. Neither of
them say that.
Neither of the two noble fighters wants to hear that climate change
may also be due to daily pollution, but was mainly produced with HAARP
and chemtrails. That's the taboo of taboos.
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players, I'd be happy to hear that. But please spare me the troll talk if a
criminal investigation would be more than appropriate.
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language this means: everything is rationed and the computer tells you
when you can drink your next glass of water.
And of course Zeitgeist doesn't talk about our weather with a word
or a picture. And if so, then only within the framework of the CO2 fairy
tale. In this context it is interesting to note that David De Rothschild of all
people performed at ZEITGEIST EUROPA 2007.
And when you read ZEITGEIST between the lines, you realize that
Jesus and every spiritual power are completely denied. This means that
man is not saved by his soul, but by scientists and their super-computers.
This dogma comes subconsciously and free of charge with the
ZEITGEIST films.
In retrospect I am not surprised that the film ZEITGEIST became
famous at a film festival sponsored by the Rockefellers. (Which one was
that? I am grateful to any attentive reader who helps me to glue the
puzzle.)
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The film THRIVE is much more complete and goes deeper. Foster
Gamble, the black sheep of the elite, reveals. He spent a fortune on a super
production that premiered on 11/11/11.
The film is now available in almost all languages. Here we learn
that the elites have not only staged 9/11 - as ZEITGEIST has told us, now
we also learn that the elites already have free energy and a technology that
we have no idea that such a thing exists. It goes even further: the film
THRIVE provides evidence that we are in contact with other intelligent
beings from other galaxies or dimensions. Impressive are all the drawings
in the cornfields, especially the huge drawing, which was an exact answer
to the message we as humanity had sent into space decades ago.
The film doesn't explain how advanced and developed this contact
actually is, but this contact does exist, and that shifts our paradigm.
Doesn't it?
And THRIVE talks about the chemtrails, even if only marginally.
But in the THRIVE worldview, it's a fact that we're being sprayed with
nanotechnology. It's just not their theme, they leave it to others to tell. And
in THRIVE's view of the world, cancer has long been curable.
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But the biggest news in the movie for me is that there's free energy.
You simply tap it from nowhere around us, without burning, without
contamination and without wars.
Is that even possible? Supposedly yes, of course I want to see it
with my own eyes to believe it. There is much talk of it, of all the
scientists who have all been persecuted, arrested or murdered. And all the
labs and equipment seized or destroyed. Nicola Tesla was perhaps the
most prominent and most gifted of them, and certainly the first. But he and
his work had also been destroyed. That was before the First World War.
(For those who don't know Tesla and don't know when he lived. Because
in school we didn't learn anything about him.)
But outside of Facebook I haven't met the free energy yet. No, not
exactly. Not true. There is something else that happened to me. Just in
those days one morning my phone rang. I was in the shower, jumped out,
wrapped myself in a towel and picked up.
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The free energy is in the room, you just have to tap into it. Willy
talked about the nothingness, in former times it was called the ether, and
the other Wilhelm, the Wilhelm Reich called it Orgon, the Chinese call it
Qi, and Tesla already knew everything, the whole universe is held together
by this nothingness and from this nothingness comes the power of life.
Here one of the most important pioneers of free energy explained the
world to me in the morning after a shower. And I listened fascinated.
Willy also told me that he had bought Einstein's speech at auction,
the one in which he had apologized for his stupid theory of relativity.
Because in the end Einstein also realized: without the ether, without Qi, or
call it nothing, there is no life, there is no order, there is nothing at all.
After the conversation, I had to take another shower. Too hot the
implications, and too funny that it keeps coming towards me without my
trying.
This is one of the reasons why I finally write down my experiences
to share what I have experienced, because there is geometry in it. Or
synchronicity.
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Because meanwhile David says that our moon as well as other
moons in our solar system have underground military bases for aliens.
But he doesn't see the chemtrails. At least David leaves my
comments with him on his page, but he never answered.
If you believe David, Star Trek is reality. If a civilization is a
million years further than we are, then they can do anything, and of course
get in touch with us. And of course they also clean up everything once the
good alliance has won. Then they come with the magic broom and clean
everything up. But according to David there is still a war raging over the
earth right now, and his top-insiders have confirmed this to him from four
different top-insider sources, and in the end it's all about the souls. Biblical
dimensions. And he knows that from the LAW OF ONE series. It's all
been channeled.
Well, all well and good. I can live with that. I can even imagine it,
I have a blossoming fantasy too. But that David doesn't see the threat of
the chemtrails and the EMF towers and doesn't use his big channel to warn
us, I find that very suspicious.
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He knows about chemtrails, but he hardly sees them in Japan, so
they are not his first concern. In fact, in Asia you don't get sprayed every
day like here. That only happens in NATO's Alzheimer's Paradise. I say
this because the countries where NATO has the say are the countries with
the highest rates of Alzheimer's disease. Certainly just another stupid
coincidence.
And Ben of course knows about HAARP, he had talked about it so
many times back then, and also in connection with the tsunami, and I think
that produced that moment when I had to switch off Ben and his
gobbledygook. Well, now I understand him better ...
Ben, if you're reading this, please look at my work. You find it at
therepugnantpilot.com. Maybe the white dragon can help me and my
colleagues, too. We're not bounty hunters, but damn good collective
detectives, and finally we share the same enemy. I'm serious, Ben! We
have no support in Europe or America. It can only come from the outside.
SOS ... SOS ... White Dragon, we need your help!
Then there's David Icke. He's very well informed about chemtrails,
fluoride and EMF weapons. David speaks of a deliberately controlled
attack on our pineal gland.
The pineal gland is a pine cone-shaped, small organ in the middle
of our brain. On the forehead it is also often marked as the third eye. It's
the gateway to the other dimension. It is our bridge to God.
It's our intuition and it's our compass. And even more: if this door
is opened, then we get from here everything we need to heal. Individual or
global.
Now, who is surprised that the rulers want to take this ability away
from us? Throwing sand in your eyes is as old as the Bible.
Interestingly, the mixture of fluoride (toothpaste and tap water) and
aluminum (chemtrails) causes clogging of the pineal gland. Autopsies
prove that most of us have a soiled, clogged or already completely
calcified pineal gland. And David Icke says that's what this is all about. To
keep ourselves spiritually blind, we are dependent on help and guidance.
This is the only way to accept our rulers.
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David is a former soccer player who has been trying to wake us up
since the late seventies. We're all trapped in a vibrating matrix. And those
who rule us are reptiloid beings, and they feed on keeping us trapped in a
low vibration. And that is exactly why David is mocked.
But David has never been distracted and shows us that the
reptiloids hide their dominion directly in front of our eyes. Reptiloid
creatures, dragons and other devils adorn some royal houses, churches and
even watch over the City of London.
Who has ever heard of the Unholy Trinity? David explains it to us:
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Here I can only advise everyone to inform themselves. Here in
custody, I can only briefly touch on what I have heard. I can only tell you
exactly if I have experienced it myself.
David Icke also talks about the satanic cult, about pedophiles
among the elite. David said it long before Pizzagate.
It seems that certain families are the interface to demonic units.
And these demons demand sacrifices and give earthly power in return. Or
in other words: these demons act through certain persons here on earth.
And they feed on our suffering. The more we suffer, the stronger
they become.
Well, all that hadn't really knocked me off my chair after all. My
Basque ghost healer friend Xabi tells a similar story. But he also tells us
that those demons are in retreat. At least in the astral. And there it must
first happen before it can manifest itself here on earth.
But the demons here in San Sebastián still adorn the famous bridge
built for Queen Isabel II. Lots and lots of little dragons watch every step
we do. Is this an architectural-historical coincidence? At least it's not an
isolated case.
David Icke helped me see certain things. And he speaks about
everything. And when he gets laughed at for his demons or reptiloids,
Xabi and I do understand him. David Icke, as far as I can tell, is authentic.
If anyone can and wants to prove me wrong, I will listen.
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that thanks to nanotechnology, the universe is finally being traversed with
intelligence. Only then is everything ONE. Ray, wow! What would we all
do without you?
Ray calls it singularity. And I'm gonna puke. Back to Harald.
Harald also likes to talk about Black Goo. Black Goo is an oily stone that
carries consciousness. And Black Goo works like the mirror of the
collective subconscious. The earthly Black Goo stores our experiences.
But at some point alien Black Goo came along, and that had stored
negative experiences, because it came from a species that had completely
destroyed their planet. Since then, this negative Black Goo has ensured
that the traumatic events of that time, when one had destroyed one's own
home planet completely and properly, are now repeated here on Earth.
Drama always repeats itself. Unless you recognize and forgive. Only
forgiveness and love can save us.
Hmm. The latter, with the forgiveness, I've heard somewhere
before, haven't I?
Harald also tells us that the Falkland War was all about Black Goo
sources. And: If one comes close to this stone, then one's own heart
becomes ice-cold and empathieless. The Waffen SS had experimented
with this stone. And according to Harald, Black Goo was built into every
church. And the famous Black Stone, the cult stone in the center of the
Kaaba in Mecca, was made of Black Goo. That is why in religious places
you feel awe and not necessarily God's love. You can feel it faster and
more clearly in the forest.
It's so weird what Harald says with his calm, self-confident way,
that it's still a pill to digest, and while I'm writing this, I have no other
opinion than to mention Harald and give him his place. He's not
unsympathetic to me. And I am sure that time will tell us where the core of
the poodle was buried.
Nevertheless, I consider the words and ideas of the above-
mentioned Ray Kurzweils to be much, much more insane, more
presumptuous and crazier than anything Harald has ever said. What Ray
Kurzweil is saying with his singularity thanks to nanotechnology is sick
megalomania, but interestingly enough our science, politics and world are
listening to it.
He has even become one of the very, very high top dogs at google.
(Goo -- gle??)
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Ray always wants to know exactly where you are looking right
now ;-) The all-seeing eye. And Ray wants to look into every heart, maybe
because he doesn't have his own.
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And now, finally, I'm going to slaughter some very fat cows in one
passing: Assange, Wikileaks and also Snowden. Here again the golden
rule of thumb applies: what is shown on TV should neither be believed nor
eaten.
I'm still waiting for what Snowden and Assange say about 9/11.
Or, for example, the planned ban on cash. Wasn't it Assange himself who
said that the 9/11 Truthers would annoy him with their silly conspiracy
theory?
You once watched Fox News, then you realized you couldn't stand
it anymore. Then you switched to WikiLeaks. In the end, WikiLeaks is
just a channel, like CNN or CBS, but differently structured, differently
packaged. From here we expect to be informed "truthfully".
WikiLeaks says nothing about the deliberately produced climate
change, says nothing about the chemtrails, says nothing about the EMF
technology being built in our front yard. At least WikiLeaks says
something about the pedophile entanglements of the Podesta brothers, who
are very close to the Clintons. This whole story is known as Pizzagate.
It seemed to all of us that Pizzagate on WikiLeaks influenced the
elections in America. Trump took advantage of the opportunity and
promised to get to the bottom of this. Emotions and expectations climbed
high. It was just another trick to make us feel like we could influence.
Nothing's changed. Donald does what Hillary would have done
otherwise. And Pizzagate has become another YouTube self-runner, where
the knowledgeable are eager to discuss it, and the ignorant - the great
majority - have no idea what's going on, because their president doesn't
talk about it anymore.
Well, there is another source on the Internet that talks about it, and
it has been since the 80s, and it has to be mentioned now, even if she
doesn't have her own webpage, but she has written a book. We are talking
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about "TRANCEformation of America" by Cathy O'Brien. The worst
thing I've ever read.
The first thing we read is how in infancy, when Cathy was hungry
and screaming for food, she had her father's penis pushed into her mouth.
And since her father was registered by the authorities anyway, he was also
willing to give his daughter to the CIA for a good price, where she was
then further researched or trained.
We are talking about MK Ultra. Trauma-based mind control. And
since Cathy's soul had a big crack from an early age, she was good human
material for sick games. Cathy was raised a presidential slave. When she
was in third grade, she had been fucked by the soon-to-be president Gerald
Ford. As a young woman she had been the slave of Ronald Reagan.
It's just totally repulsive what Cathy has to say. And you can only
hope that Cathy and her story are just an invention of Chinese propaganda.
But there are some relevant clues in her book about today, only she
had already said that at the beginning of the 80s.
Cathy's reports clearly show that Ronald Reagan had nothing to
say in the White House, behind closed doors, as soon as they were alone.
He just played along. But the driving force was George Bush Sr. and his
funny friend Dick Cheney. They were in charge. And they were on heroin
all the time. By the way, with heroin you can get very old if you have
access to pure, clean substance. And very few people have that.
Cheney also liked to organize the "most dangerous game", where
he invited the elite to hunt naked children in his private forest. Of course
Cathy also knows Bohemian Grove, she was there as an "entertainer", and
Cathy also knows a lot of other indecent acts.
If you want to spoil your day, you can read all about it in her book.
This sick world of the powerful that Cathy describes, it actually exists. I
know that first hand, too. I know a cracked soul that survived that. She too
was raped first by her father and then by all his friends, all important and
powerful men, in rituals for at least ten years.
This happened in some castle, then she was flown by helicopter to
a hospital where the chief physician was part of that group. There she was
repaired, there she could finally feel safe again. I had already written about
her in my text TABULA RASA (you can find her in my digital online
collection, by the way). And as far as she is concerned, I can only say that
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it is the depth of her soul's crack which tells me that she did not lie to me
when she entrusted me with her "little secret".
And now for the most striking thing about Cathy's memoirs, she
mentions the Clintons. And the Clintons weren't even known back then.
They were still too young and too unknown, at least for the masses. But
Cathy takes a lot of time for the Clintons in her book. She says Bush Sr.
built them up because he knew the voters would eventually want a
Democrat president again. That's how it's sold to us.
In fact, Clintons and Bush's are sports friends, abusing small
children for the same club. And it was especially Hillary that Cathy was
afraid of. The Clintons probably didn't leave out any disgusting act just to
be a part of that narrow circle of absolute power. That's what Cathy said
thirty years before Pizzagate.
If you have strong nerves, you can dig a little more at this point. In
any case, such hideous stories are congruent with the wanton destruction
of our livelihood. Whether you want to fragment a child's soul through
trauma or hack and overwrite our genetic code with nanotechnology, there
is one and the same life-despising will at work.
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Andrew Carrington Hitchcock brings all the threads together in his
book THE SYNAGOGE OF SATAN. On the one hand, from my limited
perspective, it feels right what he says. On the other hand, I wonder from
where he has such a heap of information.
I can recommend everyone to read this book, and slowly. And you
see the web of the spider, and you see where the spider comes from. And
that was from the kingdom of the Khazars, Satanists who had to hide
under the Jewish faith. Since then Judaism has been infiltrated. Since then
there has been the Talmud, who preaches that all gentiles (i.e. all not-
Jews) must be subjugated or exterminated. The Jews who descend from
those Khazars are called Ashkanazi Jews, and these are the ones who from
then on until today seek to control the destinies of our world.
As a German you are not allowed to say or think such things, but I
feel free and entitled to think for myself, and I owe that to my
grandparents. I know I'm not guilty because my grandparents didn't
commit the crime. Not all of them were system engineers and followers at
the time, and even fewer were concentration camp guards or Gestapo
stooges. Of course, there were character toads like that back then. And
they still exist today, otherwise I wouldn't have to write everything down
here. But in my family, my grandparents were no toads and no cuddly
creeps. And maybe that's why I'm here today to pour the wine of truth.
Andrew puts a lot of emphasis on explaining to us the ADL, the
Anti-Defamation League. It was founded in the shadow of the Holocaust
to punish all those who question the Jewish victim. But that's not all. The
ADL is the headquarters that tells us what works and what doesn't work.
Who is a victim and who is a perpetrator. In the meantime, the ADL has
seized the power of interpretation and was founded and financed by the
Rothschilds.
Andrew also talks about the Mossad, and how their motto is "wage
war by deceiving". And Andrew says that the Mossad controls the CIA,
but the CIA is not allowed to look into the Mossad books. It is funny that
the American president has Israel's flag on his limousine, that hexagram,
symbol of black magic, and originally it was red, because it is the
Rothschild family emblem. But their media tell us it is the Star of David.
Andrew says the Rothschilds ignited the Holocaust to drive the
Jews to Israel. And that the more the Jewish people had to suffer, the
better it would be for the Rothschild family, because they use this
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suffering skilfully in order to unscrupulously go their way of exploitation
behind the protection of the so-called "anti-Semitism" introduced by them.
And the ADL takes care of what the official version is in the
history books, not only about the Holocaust, also about 9/11 and about
what happens today with our climate and sky. The hand that writes our
history is most likely the same. And this hand rams its versions down our
throats until we have swallowed them all. Anyone who thinks otherwise
will be sorted out, screamed away or beaten to pieces. I wouldn't be
surprised if we learned that the Task Force Tinfoil Hat was a little nephew
of the ADL. They have related methodology and certainly also related
sponsors.
On Andrew's page you can also see interesting articles about
Chemtrails and HAARP. I am inclined to say, with Andrew we find the
core of the poodle. But also here I say as always: I only report what I see
from my watchtower.
And the first were my own photos, and my own time-lapse movies
from the sky. And since then I have been looking for those or those who
are big enough to be able to commit such a big global crime. For that you
need power without end, and you have to stand in a very central place, best
you hide so high up at the top that people immediately get dizzy as soon as
they try to look up at the top.
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noticed the barbed wire fence pulled through his mind. Because you don't
notice a barbed wire fence like that when you barely move.
If you really want to know something, then you have to actively
search for the information yourself. Nowadays you don't have to go
through the traffic jam to the city library and then pay for an expensive
parking garage just because you want to look something up in old books.
Today you can do everything online - but with everything you read
and hear, let it sink before you worship or demonize it. A drop of time
always helps to digest things better. All the more so when our emotions
skyrocket as they do when we first learn all this.
Before you take out your pitchfork to lynch someone, you better
sleep over it for another night, and tomorrow you'll see that it's enough
when we all know. You can't end violence with violence. You'd better give
my book away and give several copies to several friends at the same time.
And if you don't have any friends, give my book to the local chief of
police. He will certainly be happy about a gift other than the usual ties,
cigars and socks.
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Chapter 27
And this led to the fact that the Germans belong to the very few
people who have analyzed, admitted and processed their guilt. And that is
the good aspect.
The Germans have learned from their mistakes. This is especially
noticeable when you live in a country that still has very nationalistic
daydreams, such as the Basques. Could it be that nationalism is the
childhood disease of a nation? If you had measles, you won't get it again
any time soon. Before that, the others get it. The whole international
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community now knows that we have learned a lesson. Although there is
still a bit of guilt on us all the time ... and especially when someone wants
to have German nuclear submarines donated for free.
The guilt works the same as the broken nose of my childhood
neighbor Peter. You only had to tap his nose slightly and then you had
forced him to his knees. One has to squeeze us only a little bit on the guilt
bulge and already we start spitting out submarines, tanks and billions.
Unfortunately, this question of guilt was dragged into the absurd and
extreme, as a gag, abused as a psychological muzzle, and so peu a peu
succeeded in keeping all the people in a sweatbox, bent far down and with
their naked ass up. Ready to get fucked.
And anyone who tries to free himself from this sweatbox is directly
called a Nazi pig. Unfortunately, there are enough Germans, especially in
politics, who have made themselves at home in this bent position.
Because in this sweatbox there are very clear and simple rules: we
know exactly where evil is and where it is not. And so that we never forget
it, we are reminded of it by our - free - media on average a hundred and
thirty-seven times a day. This number is not an invention but a daily find,
as for example one day in the weekly newspaper DIE ZEIT. There was a
porn actress on the title page and the gaping headline: FROM OUTSIDE
PORNO AND INSIDE PRUDE.
The special topic of that issue was modern sexuality in Germany. I
haven't spent money on our trash press in a long time. But I was waiting
for a connecting flight, and DIE ZEIT was given to me by Lufthansa. And
the horny he-goat in me jumped directly at the word wanking.
How often do you think I was reminded of the SA, its henchmen or
the Gestapo between petting and oral sex? Approximately three times per
printed page. I was really astonished that even in the pornographic context
Hitler still scored without end.
This seemed so grafted that I could see the editorial meeting in
front of my inner eye: "Meyer, what you're writing about the clitoris is all
very well. But can't you build a bridge to Goebbels or Himmler? So many
people feel guilty about sex, we have to use that. You know what I mean".
Do I have too much imagination? Who knows.
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one (see ADL). The rebuked one who learns from his mistakes grows in a
good direction. The rebuking one cannot necessarily be spoken of as
healthy growth. The only growth he has is the appetite for rebuking more
people.
And that goes on until the rebuking one himself bursts and then has
to be rebuked himself. Everything repeats itself. But with each round, the
horror and what we learn from it grow. This is the sacred geometry of the
universe. This is how the snail shell is built. This is how our life is built.
The second signpost that was carved into our consciousness is that
now it is exactly defined where and when evil was. We learned to
associate it with space and time. And today we know that it was then in
Germany. And never in the now, and never with the people who helped us
to get back on our feet and let us thrive again so lovingly. Now we finally
have freedom. In XXL. And the choir cheers YES WE CAN. We are the
world, we are the children. Flag waving is finally fun again. Sponsored by
our nice, multinational beverage manufacturers and sports event
organizers.
I can't stand another Holocaust movie. Schindler's list should have
been the last one. But no, a new Holocaust drama is regularly staged, and
in some cases even real money is made with it. It's normal to make money
with good movies. It is not normal that - if you believe Hollywood, except
for a few exceptions - Germany still has the World Cup for the biggest
war, the biggest genocide and the biggest mess of all time in its cupboard.
When it comes to showing a terrible dictatorship or a villain
supported by a blinded people, Germany is still number 1. At least on the
American big screen.
Both Josef Stalin and Mao Tse-Tung briefly competed for that
trophy, but no, they couldn't take the trophy from the Germans. They
didn't succeed. And this despite the fact that they had surpassed our Adolf
quantitatively - by a few million victims. But no, it wasn't enough for them
to take first place among the super villains with their evil minions. They
remained unnoticed, their massacres were forgotten relatively quickly,
they just did not have the necessary backing of the ADL.
It's becoming increasingly clear who told us the history. And it's a
good thing we never forget the victims, but the other victims also belong
to it. But they are probably not of interest to the ADL.
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And with the film DENIAL with Rachel Weisz, the onion of not
forgetting has slipped into the next layer. Not only that we are reminded of
the Holocaust again, but also that Hollywood is now directly crushing
those who today question the official version of all the terrible events of
that time.
Finally, a little anecdote from the very first row, and perhaps one
of my most spectacular Forrest Gump moments ever:
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George Walker and George Junior also don't know this fear that Richard
knew all his life when asked about his family past.
Well, history books have always been written by the victorious
powers. And whoever loses takes the full blame.
Even though Prescott Bush pre-financed the concentration camps,
it was German hands and German zeal that operated these facilities. And
that's sad enough. But for real, you still can't see us being gagged slowly
but surely?
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The other thing is what can be found in the archives of old
newspapers. And the fact that from 1915 onwards there is repeated talk of
the 6,000,000 endangered / sacrificed / suffering Jews is already ... MIND-
BLOWING!
If you don't believe it, then please have a look at the following
posting, it was even deleted from the Russian Facebook VK and blocked
on YouTube almost everywhere, but only not yet in Spain! So I used the
moment to download the movie, and then upload it to my mega collection.
That's what I do so that you can see it in Germany and the USA aswell. So
please access it:
Why is it that I have the feeling that the same people who explain
to us how the Second World War and its Holocaust went are the same
people who explain to us what happened on September 11, 2001, and it is
the same people who explain to us today that climate change is the greatest
threat of all and that we must finally act?
But thanks to my enormous photo collection I know that the latter
story, the one with the weather, stinks up to the sky and is a lie. So how
can I tell that the other stories don't stink and lie? Or at least were severely
distorted.
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discover it, when they realize for the very first time what's going on. I
stand next to them, hold their hands and say: you are not alone! Just like
Olaf at Jörg's. Two childhood friends. Jörg had his first intercourse with a
girl, Olaf was there and held his hand. You were never alone in Wuppertal.
Just as with the first coitus, there is also a before and after with the
unspeakable. Once you have experienced it, you cannot go back. Then you
can no longer say, "I don't know that. I don't know what you mean."
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announcement is much shorter and shorter. Everything in a nutshell with
just a few words.
This time it became so short that you could carve everything on a
stone. Just like a gravestone. Yes, exactly, we are talking about the
Georgia Guidestones. Don't you know them? Well, then please google
directly.
Who googles, finds. Giant stones stand on a meadow in Georgia
and carved in twelve different languages carry the new ten commandments
for the AGE OF REASON. The most important point is that in order to
maintain a good balance with nature, the entire earth's population should
not exceed 500 million.
In the name of nature conservation, 7.5 billion people have to
disappear. What do you do when the dog has so many, so many lice? One
tries it with all means.
These stones have been standing on a public property in Elbert
County, Georgia, about 90 miles east of Atlanta, since 1980; and nobody
blows them up, nobody pisses on them, and nobody talks about it. Except
for the evil conspiracy theorists.
Try to build such a big stone on a public property and see how long
it stays standing! Once you recognize the destination of the journey or the
core of the onion, then you better understand what can or should happen
on the way there: Insiders can still make good money from it, from
catastrophes or from new diseases. This is also elegantly called "Biotec" or
"Biotech". The H is a matter of taste, but not the content.
Why don't you ask the husband of our Defense Minister Ursula von
der Leyen? He will tell you that BioTec is an excellent investment
opportunity. You can buy shares. Get it quickly while you're still alive!
Small throw-in: With the word "bio" one has pooped into our
mind. If it says "bio", it's automatically good for us. Do you notice how
our perception has been manipulated?
But back to the little onion, it goes on: not only will BioTec shares
provide big profits on the stock exchange, but this is also the pretext to
secure the complicity of the greedy. It goes even further: it is about
domination, control, manipulation, subjugation.
Once again, the recipients of orders are not fully informed, or they
are simply told that they have to do this for "national security", and the pea
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brain starts jumping off. As always in history, military command
recipients are usually only trained monkeys.
And those who sit at the top and concoct it certainly have an
antidote or a technology we have no idea about. But with the will that our
elite has, this technology is used to oppress and destroy, and unfortunately
not to purify, heal and create. Unfortunately, not for the common good. It
is no longer a question of technology. It's all just a matter of intention.
But at the moment there is still the intention that nanobots will
invade us to cut up our genetics and then modify them. We should be
subjected biologically for the purpose of control, but everything happens
only for the protection of nature, as we will be told. But in fact they want
to bring us to our knees before we finally are allowed to peg out.
There used to be the whip, now there is nanotechnology. And so
that our minds can process it, there is "MK Ultra". Watch out Now the
onion becomes transparent for a moment. Because now you know that you
know.
Good faith, where do you come from? How often has our good
faith been abused? Nobody does that! ... one can no longer say today. One
should better ask: Would one not do it, although there is the possibility?
Were the weapons invented to stay in the closet?
As humans still tick, they have always not only invented and
developed everything, from the slingshot to the EMF technology, but also
used it. And yet they tell us: Nobody does that!
Well, the nobodies who don't do it all have names. There are
institutes (WMO, IPCC, IASS, etc), there are people (Al Gore, Bill Gates,
David Keith, Ken Caldeira, etc) who make it palatable, always according
to the motto: this is a bad idea, but unfortunately we have no other choice.
We have to save you!
There's a script. The story runs from top to bottom. First our
perception is bent, the media stake out the public discourse, and those who
don't fit in are sorted out.
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We're inevitably headed for a big boom. The question is: does he
come from outside and knocks us down, or does he come from inside and
free us.
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Chapter 29
How is it done?
We are mainly sprayed in the NATO countries, regularly perhaps
for twenty years already. None of us knows exactly when this started. It
started so insidiously that nobody could see it coming. The first field tests
known to us already took place during the Second World War, and in the
Vietnam War this climate weapon was used for the first time and had a
direct and resounding success.
It was possible to extend the monsoon rain by almost fifty days, so
that the Ho Chi Minh path, which was the supply route for the
Vietnamese, sank into mud and mush. The effects were so devastating that
the United Nations subsequently banned climate weapons for armed
conflicts.
The climate weapon is not new, it would be new if you would
finally recognize that such a weapon exists. And what would be new if you
were to ask yourself this question: do we live in a world where
"forbidden" would mean "does not happen" or "does not exist"?
The climate weapon has several components, of which I know only
two. One component is spraying the troposphere or stratosphere with
nanoparticles. And the other component are the EMF waves, which can be
used to direct or activate the nanoparticles and, if necessary, even directly
heat the entire ionosphere.
This requires larger systems such as HAARP - for those who do
not yet know HAARP (High Frequency Active Auroral Research
Program) - it is a huge microwave. The most famous is located in Alaska,
and how many more there are, spread around the globe, only the
omniscient eye on top of the pyramid knows. I will come back to the topic
of EMF technology later.
But first of all about spray technology, my knowledge is very
superficial, because I am not an expert; but I am happy to share what I
have been able to collect:
In the flying military one finds not only bombers and transporters,
but also Stratotankers. These are the flying petrol stations for jet fighters.
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A frequently used model is the KC-135 built by Boeing. Between
1955 and 1965, 803 of these were built for the USAirforce. Most of them
are still in use. Maybe not anymore as Stratotankers. Because if you are
interested in this tin bird, you quickly learn that the KC-135 has taken up
various jobs over the years. This means that the KC-135 is an all-purpose
machine that can be converted and adapted at will.
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I can see the foothills of the Pyrenees from my apartment. And
sometimes you see all the planes start spraying at the same latitude. I even
filmed and photographed it.
And that has nothing to do with pressure difference, like the trolls
tell us. But it has to do with pressure, with press the button. Someone, and
if it was only the GPS, pressed ON and the spraying started suddenly. And
sometimes you see how the chem-tube farts at the beginning, spits out
small clouds at first, until then - whoosh! - the full stream begins.
Thanks to ZOOM recordings and the "flightradar24" app, it was
possible to identify and record which airlines are participating in
Operation SLOW DEATH. One had once suspected that in first place the
cheap airlines have their fingers in the game. It was mumbled that they
even finance themselves with it.
No wonder that you can sell flight-tickets for only 1 €. But I have
lost track who sprays more Ryanair or Lufthansa. It seems to me that
everyone is spraying today because there is simply more spraying overall.
ALL airplanes were retracted. March, march! Everyone to the front. Also
old airplanes and the very, very small ones too. VOLKSSTURM 2.0, this
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time the other way around. If you don't believe it, just have a look at my
"best of" photo collection.
"Is it even affordable?" is also a favorite question for all the clever
doubters. Then I always like to say: whoever controls the money press can
pay for everything. And they don't pay what they can, but only what they
want. The little man doesn't notice it, not even when the money supply has
been inflated to finance treacherous, cowardly secret operations. But even
if our own poisoning is paid for with our hard-earned taxes, don't get
angry. Because it's not that expensive. Ray Kurzweil explains that
nanoparticles are no more expensive to produce than potatoes.
And some of these nanoparticles or nanobots can supposedly
reproduce themselves. The more you read, the worse you get. But
everyone agrees that a load of nanoparticles does not take up more space
than a kilo of freshly ground coffee. Even the tiniest amount of
nanoparticles is enough to leave a large "stain" in the sky.
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rate, the branch manager does not need to understand it, he just has to
apply it. Whether it was the toilet team that refilled the nanoparticles in the
fullest consciousness, or believing that would be dry soap, I don't know,
and maybe it was the gardener in the end, but I can imagine some varieties
of how something like this could be organized.
And only the No. 1 at the top of the pyramid has the overview. The
further down you go, the more tube eyes and expert idiots there are.
Suppose it's really the toilet team that refuels the airline, how many
people would it take worldwide to pull this off? And how many aircraft
technicians do we have to add to convert the machines? And how many
suppliers do we have to bring the substance to the airport? And how many
secret storage rooms for the freshly ground coffee?
It's all pretty manageable. Isn't it? How many thousands worked on
the first atomic bomb under the camouflage name Manhattan Project? And
we didn't hear anything about it. One hundred and fifty thousand have
participated directly or indirectly in the strictest secrecy. And it wasn't
until the bomb went off that we realized it. But not before. How was that
possible?
I have already said that Edward Teller, the father of the hydrogen
bomb, is also the inventor of solar radiation management. But Edward
himself didn't believe that this was a good idea to protect us from the sun.
So his idea must be good for something else, right? It's good enough for
poisoning us. Noam Chomsky may have meant that when he said, "People
don't know what is being done to them. And they don't know that they
don't know.
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On a Sunday afternoon in December 2013 I went for a walk with a
friend in La Zurriola, the surfing beach of San Sebastián. I noticed four
parallel and extremely deep chemtrails, which all started at the same place
above the city and all ended abruptly above the sea. And all of them were
on no usual flight route. I guess these trails weren't higher than two or
three thousand meters and they lay side by side like made with a ruler.
And just then we saw a fifth trail being pulled. A rhombus-shaped, silvery
shining object pulled a fat smoking trail, up to that point above the sea,
and the smoking stopped. And then the silvery rhombus became invisible.
Read correctly: invisible. Suddenly it was gone. In such moments it's good
to have a witness with you.
Was that the hologram technique mentioned on Facebook? Or even
cloaking, a technique to make things invisible? Or was it just a Barium
Release Rocket that burned up in the end?
And if it was one, what the fuck makes a Barium Release Rocket
about San Sebastián? What have we done to deserve this? Are there any
more questions about "how is it done"? Then please google. There are
endless patents. One thing should now please be clear to us: We no longer
live in an atmosphere, we now live in plasma. Welcome to the future!
Meanwhile our whole air is filled with nanoparticles all over the world.
Saturation is certainly greater in some places than in others, but in my
feeling, not forgetting that I am only a sentient observer, the whole globe
has come into contact with these artificially generated, deliberately
sprayed nanoparticles.
And recently I read that these nanoparticles can easily cross the
blood-brain barrier. And then it was discovered on any pathological brain
sample that we already have the nanoparticles in our brain.
All right, nanoparticles alone, what can they do? ... the attentive
reader will wonder now. Before they clog our micro veins and cause
Alzheimer's, exciting experiments can be carried out by exposing the
nanoparticles to electromagnetic frequencies (EMF). I'm just saying
microwave. Like, for example, all the 4G transmission towers. There are
five in each city block, and one alone would be enough to cover 32
kilometers of radius.
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HAARP, Nexrad etc are then the military version for the big boys.
Plasma plus microwave works like a two-component adhesive. So clouds
can be formed in the sky plasma, and the state of mind in the brain plasma.
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Chapter 30
Social Engineering
A child who cannot wipe his or her own ass will be dependent on
authority for the rest of his or her life. Or also: a nursing case cannot
defend itself and is always grateful for every alms.
We are talking about social engineering. Consciously controlled
infantilization of society. Even if we are told that it would be fun, we are
gradually made incapable, sluggish and underage. Under the pretext of
living more comfortably, we are deprived of everything we could have
grown from.
The challenges that made a man a man and a woman a woman
were gradually sorted out. And mixed. Because now men can also be
women, this is called trans gender, and - completely new - old men can
also be little girls. That is then a mixture of Trans-Gender and Trans-Age.
I think it's nice that everyone has the opportunity to be how they
feel. But do I have to watch it all the time? It is interesting to see here
again how such topics, which live perhaps 0.2% of the population, are
pushed down our throats around the clock.
A man is a woman.
Hate is love.
War is peace.
And now: summer is winter.
While we are twisting and bending words and values, we are at
least making life easier in the third dimension. Technology gives us so
many comforts. But be careful if you make yourself dependent on it!
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have become a single click-and-zapping. The thumb and its neurological
connection with the brain is being redefined.
But only with cream, please.
Only for your happiness.
But please only with airbag.
Only for your protection.
Who still knows how to drive a shift car today? With the new
generation of cars, in five years no one will know how to get into a narrow
parking space manually. We also no longer know how to write a sentence
with more than four words. We communicate our emotional state, from
lust, boredom to anger or worry, with the emoticons. These little smiley
faces that suddenly appeared as sticky pictures in my youth. Were we
prepared for the reduction of vocabulary as slowly as for the stripes in the
sky?
Can you see the connection? I suppose so. If you have managed to
follow me up to here, then there is still hope. Once you've grasped how
we're shaped and guided, even in a prefabricated cheese sandwich you can
sense the secret plot to really deprive us of any ability.
I also buy prefabricated lasagna, because preparing lasagna is quite
complex and in the truest sense of the word multi-layered. But slicing up a
loaf of bread and putting a spread in between, nowadays many Super
Marios and Marias don't even know how to do that anymore.
And the latest summer fashion helps us to look like our idols from
the virtual world. If this trend continues, then it is to be feared that the big
machine mother will accustom us again to the pacifier and diapers will
become obligatory. And anyone who laughs about it will be put up against
the wall and shot because they were not tolerant enough and violated the
anti-discrimination agreement of the NWO (New World Order). But
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nobody will complain about that anymore, because fun and entertainment
without limits keep us captive and busy. The scarcity had driven us into
the streets of the East. And thank God that's over now. Finally everyone
has jeans and chewing gum, and plenty of them. And whoever makes it
big can also chew the really big chewing gums. But nobody can say: we
haven't had anything. No, now we have everything. Something for
everyone. And that in abundance.
The fun consumer does not want to see how he is slowly but surely
converted into a fat biomass, which can then be burst at will. When the
time comes, if it has not long since come, we will depend entirely on the
grace of our now total system.
Our increasingly wobbly biomass, peppered with inhaled or
swallowed nanotechnology, and controlled by the microwaves of the
transmitter masts, hundreds of which have shot out of the ground like
mushrooms, makes me fear only one thing: it won't be a pretty sight if
someone presses the red button and briefly pushes the power up to FULL.
Everywhere bursting grease stains, ... and I am one of them.
But until that day comes, we still have cognitive twitching, like a
rabbit twitching at certain key stimuli. It doesn't matter whether it was a
terrorist attack or a special offer in Walmart. If it excites us, then we
twitch and run there or run away. But we no longer flinch when barriers
obstruct our access to the platform. We accept that and buy the ticket.
Only what happens when a mother wants to accompany her two little sons
to the train?
That's not possible anymore. The two boys had to hoist the heavy
suitcase into the train on their own, the mother no longer had the authority
to go onto the platform. The mother could not be given an extra permit in a
hurry, because the stationmaster was in his lunch break. Kafka meets The
Third Reich. Today in Spain. I was there live.
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So in Spain they keep busy withdrawing the money from their
account, then taking it to the other bank to deposit it there. Because a five
euro fee is insulting if you only transfer small amounts. And then it can
happen that you come too late and can no longer deposit the money!
Last banker I had to deposit money to was cool. I came twenty
minutes late and then told him that I had worked at the Sparkasse in the
eighties and at the time had the impression that current accounts served to
make daily payments easier and to help people.
And today it's the other way around. The bank does what it wants
and the customer is no longer king, as we learned in the Sparkasse. Today,
the customer swallows whatever the bank puts in front of him. And it is
quite clear that the handling of cash will become more and more
complicated, and will certainly soon even be illegal, because we are
heading straight for it. And it follows that dealing with digital money will
become more and more expensive. Because we will become more and
more dependent on digital money, and are therefore at the mercy of any
arbitrariness. And very expensive are the penalties if you have no cover.
But only the people who play in the lowest league in this Nintendo Points
system know that. I know that firsthand, too.
The cool banker also thought so, shrugged his shoulders, then told
me that he had played tennis against the Sparkasse Saarbrücken in the
eighties. Those were still times! He then realized that the technical
possibility to accept cash was still there now, twenty minutes later, and let
me make my deposit. Man, I was so glad I didn't have to go out again
tomorrow morning to pay in my twenty euros. If the customer is allowed
to feel like a king today, then the urge to fall to his knees in gratitude
comes directly to him.
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Chapter 31
MK "Get it"
The interventions in our lives are getting bigger and bigger, and
less and less we are interested in them. This is paradoxical. How can this
be possible? Unless there is MK.
MK stands for Mind Control. The K in MK comes from Kontrolle,
because one of the fathers of this beautiful discipline was German. It was
Dr. Joseph Mengele.
Not all Nazis were bad, but the really bad ones were directly
recruited again by the USA under Operation Paperclip. The Head Hunters
were quickly at work, they didn't want to miss such great talents.
But whether it was Mengele himself or just one of his many
disciples, I don't know. But if you first recognize the mountain of lies with
which we grew up, then I can imagine that Mengele found a new job in the
USA as Dr. Green (Mr. White von Bond sends his greetings), and I can
even imagine that Hitler has retired in Argentina. There are some "facts"
circulating on the Internet. I don't know, but considering the global
situation and the smeared sky I wouldn't be surprised anymore.
The Nazis had two great talents: rocketry and mind control. And
Mind Control is now everywhere, from soft and gentle to MK-Ultra and
deadly. From a simple advertising poster on an advertising pillar to an
inhaled nanobot that can be activated by microwave.
And in between there are even more variants. We all know
hypnosis, but only a few of us have heard of trauma-based programming.
Under great shock or pain, our interior fragments into multiple
personalities, into which we flee, behind which we hide in order to survive
the shock.
And there in the shattered and fragmented self we are disoriented
and writeable like a hard disk.
Child abuse can be found again and again in this context.
Fortunately, this did not go so badly for all of us. But all of us have
become victims of subliminal programming, at the latest by that
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millisecond that flickers on TV, but that is enough to arouse desire or fear
in us.
We've all read magazines and seen films where chemtrails are
normalized, and now we all live in neighborhoods with at least one
microwave transmitter pointed directly at us. And we all think it's great
and beautiful. The main thing is that we are online around the clock. That's
progress in action. That's how they show it to us, and that's all we see.
Mind Control can be found where the divine order is bent for the
purpose of control and submission. A traumatized person can be better
controlled. A traumatized child will make sure that his children will be
traumatized later. The trauma that was done to us from above is passed
down. One only has to give the impulse at the beginning (or at the top),
through a traumatizing event, and now and then do something that
refreshes the memory.
And already everyone is running in the same groove, from which it
is so very difficult to get out. This creates a self-generating system of self-
controlling slaves. And we are all part of it.
There is absolutely no life without Mind Control anymore.
Advertising, propaganda, fashion, music, movies, books, education, food,
pharmacy, everything, really everything, shapes our mind. And what you
shape, you can control.
Mind Control tells us where the top and where the bottom is. Mind
Control lulls us into the acceptance of our own extermination. Mind
Control turns police officers and soldiers into empathieless henchmen.
There are very few soldiers or policemen who have not lost a great deal of
themselves in the brutal, life-despising, traumatizing drill they have to go
through.
Of course they still have their inner flames of life, but hard leather
boots have been put in between. They were trained like monkeys to follow
orders. It doesn't matter what the order is. The civil servant of today is
again so trimmed that he mercilessly obeys every command in the belief
that he is doing good. Heinrich Himmler once said about the SS full of
fervour "with all the bad things that we had to do, we are proud to have
always remained decent despite everything".
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That's why the pilot of a spray plane is also a decent man. He
doesn't need any microchips in his brain to do such a mess as a remote-
controlled robot. It doesn't have to be like that!
Such a pilot flies out as soon as you give him the feeling that he
belongs to a chosen circle, where very important things that are ultimately
good are treated. That and a tap on his shoulder is enough, and he will fly
smilingly away to his own ruin.
You really can't expect a pilot like that to consciously notice what
he's doing if you haven't even seen him do anything at all ...
I hope you notice that we are all sitting together in the trap of
Mind-Control.
The crux of the whole story is that Mind Control only works when
you don't know it's being used against you. If one considers the possibility
that actual external influences - no matter if hypnosis, scalar waves or
Smart-Dust (another word for nanobots) - want to overwrite us, then the
spell is as good as broken, at least very weakened.
Nothing, but really nothing at all, can overwrite our inner being,
this own fire of life.
You cannot overwrite it, you cannot extinguish it. You can destroy
a body, but never the inner flame.
Even death will not extinguish this flame, then only the body has
been released, but the flame remains, and it continues to burn in the belly
of God.
God's will cannot be overwritten, and this is also the reason why
this last, desperate attempt of that sick, megalomaniac Egos, who so gladly
imagine that they are the great studs here, fails.
The fart they swallowed, makes them all burst. And I hope you
don't too!
Therefore you must finally awaken from your Sleeping Beauty
sleep!
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If you realize that it was desired, ordered, and programmed for you
to inflate into such a smug, self-righteous good person, then you may find
it easier to rethink and discard your pose. And then it will also be easier
for you to focus your energy on the really vital things.
But to make sure that doesn't happen, MK de Luxe is there for you.
Only the finest for you! Because you really deserve it. You have worked
hard. And the others are all lazy, stupid, envious and evil.
It used to be called divide and rule. Today one can call it: divide
and poison everyone. And as long as we remain divided, we cannot defend
ourselves.
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Chapter 32
In the nineties I heard for the first time that the moon landing was
fake, and probably Stanley Kubrick had filmed it. That might explain why
he had barely left his property. He knew too much, and knew that if he
locked himself up voluntarily, he would be left alone by those who knew
he knew too much.
Kubrick told us in his last film EYES WIDE SHUT that he had
some insight into those circles. And it's also suspicious that he borrowed
an extremely precious camera lens from NASA for his BARRY
LYNDON. Apparently he could be trusted.
For me it was then clear that the moon landing had taken place in
the studio, but that doesn't mean that the moon landing didn't happen at all.
I can imagine, since it's about the power of images, and since there was no
experience of getting images sent live and in no time from the moon to
Earth, that one had taken precautions not to disappoint the billions of
viewers worldwide.
And so there was probably the moon landing, but the pictures came
from the can, previously shot under the utmost secrecy. After all, it was all
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about putting the USA on the throne worldwide. Where they still are today
or where they believe themselves to be.
Then I heard it was impossible to leave our planet. Because nobody
can break through the Van Allen Radiation Belt without burning up.
Nobody gets through alive. The moon is unreachable for us.
And then I heard that the moon is hollow and a military base for
aliens.
The fact that there are aliens or beings from another dimension is
in line with my view of the world. To believe that we are alone is
completely presumptuous and arrogant. I remember exactly how I saw an
UFO in broad daylight over San Sebastián on February 6, 2011. I have a
witness. And even if I have to argue today that I don't know if this UFO
was alien or just Secret Technology, I am convinced that we are not alone.
And I don't feel threatened at all, because if we were, they would have
eaten us like a bag of chips with that superior technology long ago.
Here I should mention that allegedly a false alien invasion is also
planned and ready to be carried out. The whole plasma sky can be used as
a huge LCD screen, where you can project what you want into it. If you
google Project Blue Beam, you can deepen that.
When the big UFOs come, it's probably just the last card drawn to
bring all the races together under one thumb in the face of a global threat.
Besides the chaotic financial markets and the weather, the aliens
are another welcome bogeyman to put us all in the same sack worldwide.
For our protection, of course. Anyone who claims otherwise can only be a
tinfoil hat-wearing conspiracy theorist with a big appetite for admiration.
There are certainly aggressive aliens, but our rulers seem more
dangerous to me. When the aliens come, I think they come to help us.
There are even many reports that the UFOs are coming to protect
us. With the invention of the atomic bomb, visits by aliens have apparently
increased, and UFOs are said to have sabotaged nuclear warheads in
various cases.
The circles in the cornfield are also a clear indication that a higher
intelligence is seeking contact with us. And if one decodes the symbolism
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of these cornfields, one often finds that someone wants to explain the torus
to us. Again and again the torus. Why probably?
But I really don't know what's going on on the moon right now.
With all the things I hear or read about the moon, whom can I trust?
NASA, huh? Even if I have heard in the meantime that NASA was
founded by German exile scientists? Yes, Frau Merkel, at that time the
immigrants were still real skilled workers. From our German perspective,
it was the emigrants. Some go, others come.
But I still don't know what's going on on the moon. Who explains
it to me? Can I trust the BILD newspaper? Even if I've heard in the
meantime that BILD was founded by the CIA?
The only thing I really know is what's going on right in front of my
nose. What I see, what I feel, what I smell, what I sense.
The only thing I know about the moon is that it's really affecting
me. At the approaching full moon I turn the wheel, sometimes to the left,
sometimes to the right, and mostly it ends in an effusion, creative or
sexual.
The moon is like a magnet, it takes the souls with it, all those who
only hang on the thin thread. In my short time as a funeral director I
noticed that with every full moon the corpses piled up.
Even if I don't know what's going on on the moon, I can feel it.
And it is the same with mother earth. I can feel her. And we should all feel
our earth, then we would feel that we now have to help. We must now
accept and protect our mother, otherwise we will not only lose her, but
everything.
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When I look at my fellow men like that, sometimes the idea comes
over me that we are a huge settlement on the snot of a space monster. At
least that's how we act.
Flat earth or hollow earth, it is clear that no effort is too small to
lead our serious and necessary educational work on "climate change" into
the absurd and ridiculous. Psy-Ops at its best!
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Category 1 is an attack that really took place as the mainstream
media tell us. An evil, fanatical Arab hijacked an airplane with a knife,
then steered the plane into a skyscraper, which later turned into fine dust
because of a kerosene fire.
But if you take a closer look at today's world, you learn that there
are crisis actors, where the perpetrators, victims, witnesses and survivors
are recruited (crisiscast.com). The old site crisisactors.org has disappeared,
perhaps because it had gotten around too much.
And there is one actress who has become famous in the meantime
because she has been noticed as a crybaby at so many crime scenes, like in
Manchester recently. It's strange.
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Even if you can say that it's good that in one case or another there
weren't any real deaths, but it gets all the worse when you see that people
let themselves be steered by it.
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Josefina did the Spanish translation for me. These nine months I saw
symbolically as a pregnancy of realization.
Well, today I'm afraid that ninety months of pregnancy won't bring
any realization either, because who needs his eyes when his mind is
asleep? AS WITH MOST ... as I had to learn in the meantime.
Now that I had good, convincing material to show for the first
time, I noticed that nobody wanted to see it, or if someone saw it, they just
said "well, hmm". And that was it.
Thanks to the iPhone I found, my photo collection had already
grown to an impressive size. It quickly became clear to me that what was
happening in the sky was neither coincidences nor individual cases, but
was happening deliberately, with a plan and with intent, and certainly not a
good one, otherwise they would be able to talk freely about it and would
not have to be so cowardly and deny it.
It's just the unspeakable. But my persistent continuity will still
break our collective silence.
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only a small spark in the sky, but an authentic one. Here only one speaks,
and that is me.
2015
The Repugnant Pilot had maybe 300 Likes. And with Josefina it
went on like before: I helped her to translate letters and films, she helped
me to translate letters and films. The excitement about my visit to the
Town Hall was in vain, in every respect.
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I was once again in Germany, on the flight Frankfurt-Bilbao I
observed and photographed for the first time an airplane, which spit out a
black, long, fat Trail. And that was not the shadow, because the plane was
below us, and above us only the sun.
Black chemtrails have photographed other activists. I don't know
what they do, I just note that they exist.
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In no time at all, this video had four hundred viewers. I had never
had so many at once. But from my own friends nobody responded to this
film. I told my personal real-life contacts by email about my tits film, but
the response was ZERO. Nobody commented on this film. Neither my
father, nor my brother, nor my cousins, nor my friends or colleagues.
Absolutely nobody gave me a feedback.
All the more I was happy that I suddenly got a private message
from a Dani Graf from Bavaria: "Tim, thank you for having the courage to
say this! I stand behind you!" His spontaneous and honest words went
down like honey. And then I knew that I would continue, even if only
Dani was watching.
By the way: Dani is also a competitive athlete. An action man.
Again an athlete and not a so-called intellectual. What's the matter with all
the mental workers? Does the aluminum already show its effect?
Now I come to May 15, 2015. I must emphasize the day extra. The
online battle that took place that day will go down in history.
First of all I have to explain that for this day, May 15, three job
offers as a tourist guide slipped away from me. Something like this has
never happened to me before. It happens that one is booked, and shortly
afterwards everything is cancelled. But three times in a row is funny. So,
what did I do?
I sat down at a public computer and looked what was happening on
Facebook. I still had only the iPhone I found, my own computer was no
longer Internet-capable, the the old operating system couldn't process the
new browsers.
Fortunately, I knew where there was a computer that I could use as
long as it was free. And that day I read that the federal government had
announced on its Facebook page that there was a 2% limit (whatever it
was) to slow climate change.
All right, then. Without thinking long and hard, I interfered in the
discussion thread. And I was not alone. I remember the backing that
Matthias A. gave me. And Jürgen Frankenberger paved the way for us
with his good research, which he knew how to place. I then posted my
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"best of" photos to the federal government. And I wrote a very friendly,
eloquent letter about it. I came with roses, but was not noticed.
The answer then came from a troll I already knew. The cheeky
Schnörch rushed forward in a hurry. Then I got him muzzled at the sight
of my own photos. It felt like a checkmate. Schnörch was at the end with
his Troll Latin. But then something interesting happened: suddenly, within
only two minutes, four new comments appeared under mine. They were all
written to make me look like the ignorant, paranoid fool. They mocked
and insulted me, from a tinfoil hat wearer to a Nazi, everything was there.
Four comments in two minutes! That was clearly orchestrated. And on that
day it was the third time for me that I had to experience such a planned
attack, and of course everything only because I showed my photos.
The whole troll number was so desperate and obvious, that I called
this sad club by its name and unmasked them: "You guys are so smart!
Now I have caught the Special Task Force Tinfoil Hat in the act! Of
course, my little collection makes you extremely nervous, and now you
have to come quickly to put out the fire!
So I wrote it like this, then I pressed the return key and posted this
comment in the thread. Then I briefly went to the toilet, and when I came
back, the whole thread was completely gone. Not there anymore.
On the same evening, a friend heard on German radio that a cyber
attack had taken place on Facebook on the German government's website.
And that's why so many things disappeared.
So, so, a cyber attack. What a pity that I was all alone, I thought
that evening, and hardly anyone noticed what was really happening.
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several more times to get an answer from the federal government. This
action was in vain. Although I have expressed myself chosen. I understand
that the government will not react to words like "corrupt assholes,
wankers, pederasts, parasites". No one reacts to such words, and certainly
not those who are. And I am angry about co-activists, comrades-in-arms
and companions who descend to such a level.
These are verbal bricks, and where they are thrown, the police
starts beating in SELF-DEFENCE. Then we give them the reason to lock,
block and delete us. I always preach: "Say it with flowers" or "Skipper,
always smile and wave". But even a charming gigolo like me gets simply
ignored.
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Sure, if Putin sprayed us, we'd know by now. But you don't even want to
imagine our own "boys" doing it. And nobody really wants to know that
the Alzheimer rate is highest in the NATO countries of all places.
I had to explain to myself why all this was happening. I had to
write something against the fear that was always there since I knew what
they were doing to us. I had to find a way out of this labyrinth. And the
trigger was Canan, a young Turk who lives in Germany. She heard that I
had met my Facebook girlfriend Meritxell Castells.
Meritxell came to visit me in July, she lives in Santander, and she
said she knew how to deal with the chemtrail poisons. And what she said
coincided with my deep knowledge that nothing can happen here on earth
that is not blessed by God, no matter how bad it may seem to us from our
little perspective.
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We talked about new technologies, about control, about guided
depopulation. He said that terrible things were coming upon us.
Apparently it made him feel good to confide in me. I felt that he wanted to
help.
Months later I made a donation call because the wind had knocked
over my camera and tripod and the repair was expensive. Sven then
contacted me again and said he would support me, but first we had to talk,
he would come and visit me.
And I haven't heard from him since. Every now and then I knock
on his door, he reads my messages, but he doesn't answer anymore. What's
going on? I don't think he's a psycho-troll. I suspect rather that he is afraid
to be seen in my company. We are no longer Facebook friends either. He
has covered the tracks. Maybe he will lose his place in the underground
luxury bunker if he shows up with me?
I had to tell this because he was talking about those books where
our fate was sealed inside, and because I, we, the whole movement,
absolutely need the help of such people!
There are very wealthy people out there. If they join forces with us
now, we can trigger an avalanche of enlightenment. To be rich does not
mean to want to take part in such a crime. Being rich is a responsibility
that, if used correctly, can have a great effect. I now call on all the rich to
think about whether it still helps you to be rich, whether digitally or with
diamonds, if all of us, including you, are to live in plasma with
nanotechnology overwriting our biology?
Which one of you will be the first to recognize this and have the
civil courage to act?
Let's continue:
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What was current was that Obama met the Pope, and together they
warned that climate change is the greatest threat to humanity today. Then I
delivered my message, with a video that found a huge audience in no time.
That day I also met Antony Spatola, who had the same idea. His video
went even better.
And then it happened: for the first time I was threatened. I was told
that clever guys like me had to be careful not to disappear suddenly.
Something like that is a blatant announcement and even now, when
I remember it, I feel queasy again. And that's why I tell it, because
publicity is the best protection. But then I noticed that my collection on
Facebook could disappear even more easily and quickly than I did.
If it's gone, it's no use anymore. Even if I have a backup on an
external hard drive, then what good is it if nobody sees it?
I can't remember who of my Facebook friends it was, Thomas,
Robert or Hans, but finally one of them pointed me to the New Zealand
site mega.nz. It is run by the mega-great man Kim Schmitz, whom I had
thought to be a gasbag until then. And today I have Kim to thank for the
fact that my complete collection, thanks to his brilliant site mega.nz, is
finally available for everyone to download.
It didn't take long and somebody called my collection "the toil of
terror". I call it THE TESTIMONY OF THE REPUGNANT PILOT or the
coffin nail for our system.
You can find everything at therepugnantpilot.com.
And in all the hustle and bustle, someone kept knocking at my door
saying he wanted to talk, he had something I needed to know, he wanted to
use my growing online popularity to get his words echoed.
But I was so tired of it and I didn't feel like talking to him. In
addition to the threat, there were other troll attacks and insults.
Now a troll on the phone as well, it's getting too much. But
somehow the guy remained so persistent and finally I called him. And
since then again and again. He doesn't want to be named. He actually has
so much to say that I will dedicate a chapter to him afterwards. Which I
call: Mr. W and the fence.
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And that was not the end of the year. In November I was with the
car in Germany, the return trip to Spain we made by the burgundy country,
one of the most beautiful little places on earth.
Wide plains, green hills, canals, castles. And wine. What was
sprayed that day was gross. But the saddest thing was that the vines were
all clogged and glued with those strange polymer fibers. I've never seen so
many of these spun-net-like fibers at once. They were known to me,
Josefina showed them in her TV interview, Evelyn Köstenberger had
specialized in it and I also had found such a fiber in front of my door at the
lantern.
But what happened here in the dreamy Burgundy was without
equal. And none of the others had noticed. The main thing is that the new
wine still tastes good.
Those sticky, gooey threads. Whatever that is. Obviously it is seen
in connection with spraying, because it falls out of the sky. It is not clear
why it is done. But somehow I doubt it is a reason for joy.
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2016
Werner Altnickel has missed these parties for a long time. But he
does it right. You have to be quite blinded and ignorant if you imagine that
you can still do something important today as a Rainbow Warrior. And
you have to be quite blinded and ignorant if you imagine that you're
making a good contribution because you support Greenpiss on a monthly
basis. They don't even need your help anymore! They have long been
sponsored by the Rockefeller Foundation.
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Greenpeace is also doing subliminal advertising for a sky smeared
with chemistry.
Nor does Greenpeace take the trouble to approach this topic in any
way. The biggest environmental disaster we are dealing with right now -
besides Fukushima - does not exist for Greenpeace at all. They have no
place for it on their world map, they have no word for it in their
vocabulary. They don't have a researcher in their team for it.
I then offered myself at Greenpeace to occupy that empty space to
fill their gaps in knowledge. Is there only one reader here who believes
Greenpeace has answered me?
Almost every day I take new "funny photos" or find new clues on
the Internet. In the meantime, word has got around that I exist, and my
REPUGNANT PILOT has become the meeting point and collection point
for all the other "funny photos". Everything comes to me, photos from the
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Black Forest, Montreal, Mongolia or Oslo. I now see daily what is
happening globally in the sky and regularly find things that most of you
don't even know exist.
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Documents, photos, films, MEMES, letters I have so many, more
than pieces on the chessboard. And they are all nicely sorted in my online
box and waiting to be drawn.
Whenever someone feeds us climate lies and bullshit, I only put
one of my "figurines" in front of him, for every game situation I have the
right one, and then I only need to place it. Emotionally these "discussions"
do not excite me anymore. I place my figurines, the knight, the castle and
sometimes also a queen, and that' s it!
Shortly before the end of the year there was another real trouble.
The children's channel KIKA deactivated my Facebook temporarily.
Because I always used the same tiny excerpt of only a few seconds in
several of my videos. A nice man explains to the children that the clouds
have names. They are not called Maria, Tilda or Frieda or anything. Some
clouds are called stripe clouds. And while he's saying that, he draws long
stripes of chalk on the blackboard.
It was said that I had infringed copyright, that I had been asked to
immediately delete any post that contained this scene. And before I could
act, my Facebook was blocked for three days.
Of course, I then removed the contributions in question and
uploaded new self-censored versions. Of course, I didn't show the
copyrighted material in the self-censored versions, but reminded what
KIKA showed us at that point. Against Forgetting! Finally I come from
the country Against Forgetting! So every Sunday in Advent I uploaded
another revised, self-censored film. Always according to the motto:
Advent, Advent, KIKA burns.
All that matters is that we record and list who helped to cover up
this unspeakable crime. And KIKA won't come down from this dock
anymore, after all, they have placed themselves there. If you don't want to
believe it, you can look it up in the KIKA media library for yourself.
Check the Baumhaus (tree house) broadcast of 17 September 2016:
http://www.kika.de/baumhaus/videos/video34644.html
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ADDITION, April 2018: KIKA has already removed the above
link, of course this original KIKA contribution is in my repugnant MEGA
collection and for a quick impression here is a still from that Baumhaus
episode:
Well, if you don't recognize anything yet, I advise you to start the
book again from the beginning, but please spare me the discussion that all
this means nothing. Of course it means something! It is child abuse, in
subliminal-bestial form!
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Together we try to make the taboo a topic. But it seems to me that
we are not making any progress at all. Martin may see it, but all his fellow
politicians are not in the condition to interpret my meticulously compiled
collection.
Why can't they interpret my self-made three thousand plus best-of
photos and a hundred plus best-of films? What's going on? What happened
to us? My photos speak as loudly as the knife in the belly of the body, and
yet nobody wants to guess what caused the death (or will be in our case).
2017
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Here is a still from that time-lapse film.
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"Chemmies". We all like to remember how he posted the picture of the
famous chocolate RITTER-SPORT, but this time with "chemtrail taste".
I didn't even know who this Bodo was at first. Here in the Basques
Country one is so well informed about things in Germany, as if one were
living behind the mountains with the seven dwarves. I first had to google
to find out that he is Prime Minister of Thuringia and not an RTL
comedian.
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Also this post was immediately removed again, and I got blocked.
Fortunately I found a Facebook friend who had posted my text again on
Bodo's wall, under his name with greetings from Tim. Thank you
Clemens! But that was then also deleted.
Just like on May 15, 2015 everything was gone. But this time I was
prepared. Because the busy, mad, activist constantly learns more: this time
I have complete screenshots. And here I would like to thank Bodo again
for taking the trouble to answer me twice. That way you can at least see
that he (or a secretary) has read my messages. That is, my text was not
simply removed, it was perceived and then suppressed in full
consciousness. And I tell you, also this time I came with flowers.
That Bodo likes to overheat and has to pick on the "Chemmies"
again and again is probably due to his own family. Once you get to know
Bodo, you'll quickly find what you're looking for.
His sister-in-law, Cara StLouis, has written the book THE SUN
THIEF, a novel, an invented story that explains how such an operation to
spray the entire globe could work from an organizational point of view.
And his brother, Joska Ramelow, he's awesome! You can find him
on YouTube. I find Joska very interesting, he is a natural healer, I can only
advise everyone to listen to this Joska. In what he says, he reminds me
hard of my Basque healer friend Xabi. Joska knows about the power of
thoughts, the free energy, and he recognizes the parasite that holds our
world hostage.
Luke, I'm your brother! I can well imagine what happened at
Ramelow's house on a Sunday morning.
Mr. Ramelow, hold your hand to your ear and listen carefully.
Then you can hear Sophie Scholl crying in her grave.
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The successful gangsters flee with the captured gold bars in a bus
and start skidding. Half of the bus slides over a cliff. It gets stuck there and
swings like a scale. The gold in the rear tears down into the abyss, the men
have to stay in the front of the bus, otherwise they fall into the canyon. A
nice picture to end a gangster comedy.
Just when the camera looks from below at the free swinging half of
the bus, you can see a fat chemtrail on the left side of the picture. Patrick
Roddie screamed: "What a cheap fake!"
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All the old films that were released on DVD were digitally re-
mastered. The colors became richer, the sound better. Could it be that the
sky became more streaky? And only for fractions of a second, that's
enough for a subliminal programming. Like now with the ITALIAN JOB!
Now I got you! ... I was thinking when I even found an old VHS
from 1992 on Ebay. It only cost three dollars, the shipping thirty. I pulled
out my VISA and ordered.
I had it all organized very well. As soon as the film was there, I
was with the technician who can play NTSC VHS tapes. And so that no
one would accuse me of manipulating the VHS, I filmed the whole action:
the hands ripping open the envelope, then pulling out THE ITALIAN JOB
as used old VHS, and putting the cassette directly into the slot of the
recorder. Then we set the film to fast forward and finally we came to the
ending, which we saw now at normal speed, all the time I was capturing
everything with my camera.
The bus shot over the cliff, the view from below, and also here in
the version from 1992 the fat chemtrail was in it.
What?! ...I had to sit first. Let that sink. The funny thing is that I
always find a new trace. Such moments are never a dead end. Three days
later I happened to hear the song THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND.
I've known the song for a long time, and I knew it belonged to the old
movie THE THOMAS CROWN AFFAIR with Steve McQueen. And
since I had nothing better to do that evening, I watched the film.
Faye Dunaway and Steve McQueen look great, and the moral of
the story is: being rich is awesome, and being richer is even cooler. A
rather shallow film. In the end Thomas Crown flees, takes a scheduled
flight and takes off. The final picture is the plane he is sitting in. And this
plane pulls a fat, never-ending "contrail" behind it.
That was 1968, and I'm sure that nothing was subsequently inserted
here, I even now have the feeling that this otherwise meaningless film was
only financed and made to show that final picture, to establish such
"scheduled flights" in our perception. It was perhaps even the maiden
flight of a Chembomber, disguised as a passenger plane, in a subliminal
propaganda work, disguised as cinema entertainment.
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If this is the case, then it is also possible that one year later that
exciting scene on the cliff with the bus from ITALIAN JOB was
deliberately shot and planted. Anyone who has ever been on a shoot
knows that nothing is left to chance. If it had really been just an isolated
experiment in the sky - which has existed since the Second World War -
then the cameraman would have advised the director to wait a bit until the
sky was clear again.
And also here I saw again only confirmed that the rabbit burrow is
deeper than first assumed. Or you can say again: the onion has another
layer. Sorry if I keep talking about the onion, but it fits so well. We've
been wrapped up in so many lies for a very long time, our minds have
been insidiously kneaded, but that's finally known. At least to all those
who read this.
And after these two (and how many more?) old movies,
Hollywood is going to gear up this year and change to turbo. In October a
new disaster film, GEOSTORM, will be released, where weather weapons
will be used against the population. Now the trailer is already running, and
every activist is sounding the alarm. When Godzilla attacks New York, it
is entertainment, but when a storm triggered by weather weapons sinks the
city, it is predictive programming. Or you could say: they hide their crime
on the big screen right in front of our eyes.
Inspired by BLAUE HAND, which has had its own website since
January, and alarmed by the increasing censorship on Facebook, I decided
to run my own website. Thanks to Alex, one of the blue hands, it was
launched on April 26, 2017.
At therepugnantpilot.com you can now find everything I've
collected so far, everything that's in this book and much more; simply and
clearly sorted, ready for download.
If you want to help with the educational work, you will find here
everything you need to arm yourself with facts. My collection should
please be understood as ammunition storage: please take what you want;
and please show it where you can.
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Fact is, with the new ideas and words one has only defined our
mental concept of these unknown things. And in such a way that we don't
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see what's really going on, but remain stuck to Hegel's dialectic "Problem -
Reaction - Solution", to be guided and directed from there.
If you look at our history, you will always find a big, artificially
created problem that caused a tremendous reaction among the people. He
who then knew the way out of the mess and had a solution, could extend
and strengthen his claim to leadership.
Again we recognize a problem, though not the true one, and cry out
again for a solution. And they finally give it to us. Now the patient is so
softly beaten that the perpetrators - the perpetrators of the yo-yo weather -
come out of the closet, disguised as doctors.
They have managed to lull us so far that we now knowingly and
voluntarily swallow the rest of the poison. And that only becomes clear to
me now that I am writing this down here in jail.
We became cozy in the slaughterhouse. We feel comfortable there,
we want to stay there. And we don't want to spoil the remaining two
minutes with bad news.
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Speaking of harvest failure. In May 2017 I was once again in
Alava, which is right next to LaRioja. A beautiful region where wine, oats
and wheat are grown. In Radio Vitoria it was said that a large part of the
vines were destroyed by the double frost at the end of April, and since it
had not rained for a long time here, the wheat and oats this year will not
make it. There was talk of a loss of eight figures. And they wondered
whether the EU is in a position to help the farmers financially who
suffered losses. As long as the money flows again, it cannot be so bad.
But nobody wondered what will happen if the product is missing
from the shelf. How many oat plants and how many vines can die without
us having to tighten our belts?
And while this special broadcast was on the radio, the sky was one
big mess - by now you know what I mean by that - but nobody sees the
connection. Why does nobody realize that this poisoned sky is the reason
why our weather is crazy and our food is destroyed?
And the latest craze in June was that the German media, to be
precise "exakt/FAKT" from MDR - the very name of this show is arrogant
and presumptuous - post a photo of fat chemtrails and write below: "Do
you believe in chemtrails? We don't." And then we're asked to finally
provide evidence.
That is a triple mockery, with both ass cheeks and the stinking
balls the press sits down on our feeling for right and wrong.
On the one hand, not only I, but so many others have regularly
provided evidence, and have EVERY time at least been ignored,
sometimes even deleted and blocked.
And secondly, which journalist would say "please bring me the
evidence?"
Only the journalist who is used to writing off what he is given.
Whoever no longer manages to search for himself swallows everything
that is put on his table or pushed into his mouth. Just like a hooker.
And the third mockery, while we have to let ourselves be bluntly
attacked by the press, to finally provide evidence to justify our paranoid "
belief ", the same media on another day in another show or newspaper
make a fat contribution to how important solar radiation management can
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be to protect us from climate change. The cat is biting its tail here, and
hardly anyone does notice that.
Ria's starting to think we've lost. On some days I can also believe
that. Especially now in custody. Well, then I write down how we slip and
crash. The main thing is that I write, because as long as I write, I will not
go down. The feeling of telling this story here gives me strength. And also
lets me forget my sparse cell.
Books are weapons too, and this one you are reading is a Trojan
horse. Yes, I have seduced you to look at things afresh! And to your and
all of our advantage!
One thing is for sure. No matter what happens - without divine
intervention there is nothing left. The only thing I can still do is build
small boats with messages, mount sails on them and set them up, but the
wind, so that the message reaches the critical mass, YOU have to do it.
And once the critical mass is reached, we will see how everything
will tip. Tipping is what chemistry calls the change from one state to
another. And if that doesn't work, we still can tip over. So above as below.
So, always remember: Only the will counts! And that's why they
want to take it from us.
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Chapter 34
New Clouds
The full moon shines through the small barred hatch. If only I
could get some sleep. Outside the cats howl. Cats! I had to laugh. These
are all the cats that are gradually being let out of the bag here. Now they
are free, and completely at the mercy of the moon. Do you hear the
howling?
Did only one weatherman start dancing over it? Of course not.
Funny, isn't it? You would think that a weatherman would be curious to
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see new clouds. But no, it seems they don't have any professional curiosity
anymore, like a funeral director would get when he hears an ambulance.
And if the weather still plays yo-yo, we just call it yo-yo weather.
The main thing is that we have a word to explain it and the technique to do
something about it.
The cloud thing's like the tits thing. I still belong to the generation
that recognizes the difference between false and real. And you don't have
to have studied medicine to do that, just as the trolls want to talk us into it.
You only have to grab it once, tenderly. Or look closely. Time-lapse helps.
And what I kept filming were rib clouds or ribbed clouds. That the
clouds format themselves in ribs, okay, I can still take that to be natural,
but that clouds themselves consist of umpteen small ribs or grooves drawn
with the ruler, well, that's EMF technology. And that is simply
unspeakable.
You will find an extremely good example here, the photo is by me,
one of the 3.000 best of pictures:
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And as we can see here, you can even see the rib clouds from a
satellite:
And so that one can say the unspeakable, not only the cloud atlas
was enlarged, but new word creations were invented by the hour. Ria has
collected so many of them which I will now show you here. These are all
terms used by meteorologists, weathermen and the media!
I recommend to you: Now sit down, buckle up and let each word
creation work individually. So here we go:
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Minor elongated clouds.
Real clouds !!!
Ships of clouds.
Once we were even told: "Military planes must have deployed this
- it has nothing to do with the weather!
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That was the only comment of such nature. Does this weatherman,
who said that, still exist? Do any of you have any further information on
him?
Decorative clouds.
Saturated air.
Condensation trail torn off by different layers of air lying next to
each other.
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On/Off condensation trails.
Contrail drifts.
Rough cloud.
Wavy cloud.
Curly cloud.
High veil clouds.
Fair weather pale blue.
Scattered clouds.
Feather clouds.
Channel cloud.
Low pressure swamp.
High-pressure sausage ... ain't that somethin'?
Heat mountain.
Cold air plugs.
Clouds, as if cut off with a ruler.
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Oh, come on! Well, unfortunately I have already photographed and
posted them far too often, and always asked if it was the good Lord. I call
such clouds "CCC", which stands for Clean Cut Cloud:
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Of course the CCCs also appear at NASA's WORLDVIEW
(https://worldview.earthdata.nasa.gov/). Well, NASA sees that, knows
about it, but apparently something like that doesn't seem to be worth
reporting.
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The sun and its little doggie.
Lightning sun.
Thunderstorm asthma. Pant, pant.
Industrial snow. Tastes so good.
Or:
"The sun shines undisturbed today." But the cats are still howling.
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Chapter 35
W (like whistle) I'll call him. I remember how we met in the loud
chatter of the Facebook. In October 2015, when I was threatened and as a
consequence made my collection publicly accessible on mega.nz, W also
contacted me. He really wanted to talk to me on the phone, and I simply
wasn't up for it, because the trolls pulled me down. Yes, for a moment they
made it, and I was afraid that I would have to experience a troll on the
phone, or that a troll might get my phone number.
Well, this W didn't stop pushing, so I gave in and called him. And
to my surprise I found a nice, normal man who lives somewhere in
Germany near a big city.
We had a good conversation once we realized that we were
working on the same puzzle, that we were both trying to solve the same
story.
W told of his profession, which was also a vocation for him. There
are children who have a talent for something at an early age and then stay
consistently on their path.
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As a young boy, W had already worked on his grandfather's old
transistor radio and tapped completely new frequencies. Although only a
boy fiddled with the screwdriver on an old radio and nothing unusual
happened in the town on that quiet summer's day, it was all the more
unusual that it didn't take long for the police to show up at the little W's
home and take the modified radio away!
At that time they could already "read" what a boy did with a screw-
driver and a transistor radio behind a house wall. Apparently he had
tapped into or transmitted some frequencies that were not meant for us.
I remember another childhood story of another boy, he also
remained more or less true to his early career: he became a slot machine
operator and pimp.
When he was eight years old, he made fake 5 Mark pieces. With
the tin of the tin soldiers. And they were - no doubt - good enough that he
had managed to put a few of them into circulation. And immediately the
local cops stood at his doorstep.
I am sure that for no other crime, including murder and
manslaughter, will the police respond as quickly as they do when it comes
to defending monetary and frequency sovereignty. That has system. That
is system. Our system.
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weapons, he had a hunch and knew what to watch out for. And he found
the traces that only strengthened his suspicion.
W sent me photos of it: after each of the two attacks he found an
exact circular loop print in the dust on the paint of his car. Clearly, these
prints were fresh and certainly too geometric to have been made by
chance. W suggested these were traces of a resonance weapon. From the
one aimed at him. That was an electromagnetic attack. In the dust it
remained visible ...
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But every now and then the new cameras also catch those waves,
and if you play a bit with the settings, change the contrast, the unspeakable
suddenly becomes visible.
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There are resonance weapons. And in all sizes. I already knew
about HAARP and Nexrad, but not about the mobile phone towers. And
certainly not that there exist already the same weapons that FANTOMAS
used in the 60s French movie FANTOMAS AGAINST INTERPOL.
If my life hadn't prepared me so well for that phone call with Mr.
W, I would have barked at him to tell his nonsense to his hairdresser, and
please spare me.
But Mr. W was anything but an idiot, and he provided me with
facts that I'm trying to briefly outline here. I've always been a complete
loser in physics and chemistry, I'm not trying to explain EMF-etc
technology to you now, I'm satisfied if you're aware that there is such a
thing.
Junk DNA doesn't exist. The whole DNA is sacred and has its
meaning. What presumptuous scientist calls God's creation junk? Now we
know this is only done to mislead us.
And the word electro-smog also misleads us. Whereby the word is
fitting: where there is smog, it is difficult to see what else there is. Maybe
there are some surprises hidden in electro-smog, like scalar waves, which
are only meant for you!
Yes exactly, personal greetings can be sent. That goes over
frequencies. Every snowflake is different, and every body has its own
individual frequency, and that is between 62 and 68 Hz for healthy people.
Before the comma we are separated by a maximum of 7 Hz, after the
comma the creation is endless.
Every human being has his very own vibration code, which
functions like an IP address on a computer, making it recognizable,
traceable, controllable. Just like a YouTube movie is loaded on your
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smartphone, you can transfer a state of mind or a disease only to me or
only to you.
Or to a race that shares a common denominator in code. It is
possible to attack biogenetically related people.
All the technology Tesla had already recognized was not only
suppressed over a hundred years ago, but also secretly advanced by the
military. Today it is possible to shift clouds and ideas with frequencies,
both the weather and our minds can be heated or cooled. As needed.
Because everything has become plasma, and so biomass is finally
controllable. Who doesn't remember the Iraqi soldiers who surrendered
with a happy smile?
Synthetic feelings. Controlled history. Fueled conflicts. Controlled
destiny. According to W, we are being tested as bio-robots: when are we
going to hit each other on the head again?
Our instincts are artificially misdirected, first they tested it on the
birds that crashed in swarms, then they tested it on the whales that were
stranded in herds. Now they are testing it on us. In military terms it even
has a name, they call it "Full Spectrum Dominance".
One can also explain it this way: the frequencies of nature are
influenced by artificially generated frequencies and thus we get isolated
from nature. (This is the same as what David Icke tells us: they want to
keep us trapped in a low vibrating matrix.)
There's actually a fence of frequencies. And whoever stays with the
horde in the enclosure will not be able to recognize this fence. But once
you have left the horde and discovered this fence - just as Jürgen and
Wolfgang already did back then after they first recognized that there was a
wall behind the fallen wall - it was bad luck for them.
You get laughed at and no-one will believe you. And depending on
where you work (for example press), you will lose your job. People who
know about this fence are not welcome. They could infect others with their
knowledge. As long as you don't know where the fence is, you don't know
it does exist.
Mr. W sent me some interesting links and pdfs to study. From him
I know who Heiner Gehring is, his lecture "Enslaved Brains" may have
cost him his life.
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W also showed me the site e-waffen.de, he drew my attention to
the GPEC (General Police Equipment Exhibition & Conference), and to
SAR-Lupe. Thanks to him I listened to the interesting lectures about scalar
waves by Prof. Dr. Konstantin Meyl.
W tells me you can measure frequencies, but not all. Aaronia is the
leading manufacturer of measuring instruments for all frequencies. There
is a special device for every frequency range. But no commercially
available device is able to measure the range 9.5-10 GigaHertz. Is
something hidden from us?
According to W, some of them died too young, talking about
mobile radio and the sold health. Because they talked about the secrets of
those frequencies that are not visible to us.
And when W followed up and didn't let go, someone always stood
in his way. Once he was even told: "Look at it with different eyes, certain
things have to happen." Said someone who had contacts to higher circles.
And that's what Sven, son of the higher circles, told me, too, when we
once talked on the phone: certain things have to happen, and they're not
nice.
W also sent me links to two videos by Dipl.Ing. Volkhard Zukale,
but since they were long, I put them into my reminder. When I finally
wanted to see the videos, they were gone. I wrote to Mr. Zukale and he
said, both videos are no longer available. The producer got a visit from an
"inner security", they confiscated the computer with all the film material.
The films are lost and I, donkey, once again reacted too late.
Now little donkey is a little known, so I asked my followers if any
of them happened to know where to find the Zukale movies. And lo and
behold, a follower had downloaded one and then shared it with us. And
another follower knew where the other film was. In the meantime, the two
films have multiplied in such a way that they can no longer be deleted.
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consider him to be true and a sincere man. Finally he took the trouble to
answer me.
That his videos had disappeared and were deleted from the
producer's computer was something hardly anyone noticed at all. And it
just didn't matter at all. But that will change as soon as you look at this
material, too.
And for those who don't have time, here's the bottom line. Careful,
spoiler! Now please do not lose the desire to live. We can fix that too!
That's why I'm taking the trouble to write all this down here! Therefore the
hostage-taking! Fuck the hostage, that is yesterday's snow. Today it is
about what W had told me. And Mr. Zukale confirms this in his two
videos, where everything was done to suppress them.
They can manipulate our feelings. They can drive us mad. They
can mislead us until we instinctively do the wrong thing. Or they can
trigger our self-destruction through cancer or self-punishment (suicide).
As soon as someone wants to break out of the herd, he gets
electromagnetically overfried. Whoever comes a step closer to the truth is
a threat and is distracted electromagnetically. They can locate you via your
specific frequency and slowly simmer you until your body is gassed
inwardly.
And if the whole mob should wake up and go on a riot, they can
simply push the knob to full power. Meanwhile there have been enough
microwaves secretly sneaking up on our houses, if it really has to be,
because the crowd is running out of control, they can fry us at the push of
a button, like marshmallows at a campfire.
The nuke is obsolete. Today we have the bioweapon:
electromagnetic frequencies plus nano elements in the body. Nobody says
it, but that's how it is. Because where the money comes from, that's where
the research goes. And the same money then determines what we are told
about it and what not. That's like with some frequencies: not visible and
still effective.
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This whole story about W and Mr. Z, all the emotions I felt
because, thanks to me, Mr. Z's films reappeared and can no longer be
erased, put me in a state of gentle lust. I felt excited that I could help out
with something so important. Important information that was suppressed
has now become accessible to all thanks to me.
But this ecstasy didn't last three days, because then I realized again
that Zukale & Co doesn't interest anyone! W gets to the point when he
says that the facts and the ignorance of the masses kill him. We have been
pleasantly numbed.
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Chapter 36
Whoever comes from the people and is then elected changes the
side of the river or the side of the fence. No matter which picture you use,
it's about a perceived state. Now I am somebody! On the other side of the
wall I was only a face in the grey mass. But now I am the mayor.
As soon as you become someone, a lot of people come running up
to you and say: can't you help me? Can you build me a bridge over the
fence? We've known each other for so long, and now please help me over
the fence. Nobody says it so flatly, but that is the intention of all those old
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friends who suddenly remember us again. Because so many also want to
go to the top.
The urge to cross the fence is as old as the fence itself. Divide and
rule is now genetically conditioned. And our urge to live on the sunny side
of the fence makes the elite possible in the first place.
When we look at the elite, we have to look at all those who want to
be part of it. The elite is only so sure of their cause because there is a long
line of people who want to be part of it. There are enough eager aspirants
and bootlickers who will do anything just to be there.
But those who suddenly show human feelings are seen as danger
and sorted out. But his place never remains empty for long, and the next
fraternity member (google: skull & bones) is already there, just waiting for
his chance to do everything you expect him to do for a little bit of money
and power. There's pecking order there. The strongest prevails, which
meanwhile translates into the meanest, the sneakiest, the most devilish has
the say.
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How did they do that? Of course they did it by force and later with
superior technology. But how did they make them think so predictably,
while back then the common man was happy when he had a candle in the
evening to light his dark room.
How were they at that time already in the knowledge of founding
an order that had brought us into the geopolitical world situation of today?
Where did this intelligence come from, to plan as far in advance as a chess
player who can oversee the next ten moves?
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judiciary, who immediately take up the weapons if someone doesn't want
to believe in the Nintendo Points. Virtual money doesn't give us religious
freedom, like all the "other" religions.
And the second trick is a never-ending hurdle race imposed on us,
in which we are repeatedly divided into "passed" and "failed". Those who
have not passed are sorted out at the end. And this game accompanies us
the whole life. In school it starts, only those who pass will be allowed to
continue. And so slowly the world is divided into those who have the red
carpet laid out and those who push and jostle to see who goes over the red
carpet.
On this hurdle race one is formed, calibrated and sworn in. All
those who never question the dictate of money created from thin air are
calibrated. Those who buckle up and kick down. Only this way the
pyramid can remain standing.
We are also calibrated to our knowledge of history. Those who
question the official history books quickly become unpopular.
We are also calibrated to a certain consumer behavior, especially
when it comes to fashion and sex. Have you ever noticed that?
And we are calibrated to not see the stripes in the sky anymore. But
not me! I see them. Not all of us are so over-calibrated that we take a cat
as a mouse dog.
But it became clear to me: the better calibrated you are, the further
you get.
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other words, the girls are getting younger and younger and the sexual
practices more and more perverse. This is how you are slowly pulled over
to the dark side.
I don't mean to say that today every VIP belongs to that dark side.
On the contrary, fortunately we still have VIPs who have become VIPs by
their own efforts and talent, and who have always remained in their
spiritual center. But in that VIP circus, just like everywhere else where the
big money is made, talent scouts lurk who work for the devil. And they
always find someone who goes with them. And that's enough to maintain
the status quo.
Our search for recognition often drives us into diabolical circles.
The desire to belong and to find confirmation is especially felt by those
who are not enough for themselves, who are plagued by inferiority
complexes. Sometimes a bad acne in youth was enough to later sell one's
soul, give away one's daughter to pederasts or publicly humiliate one's
brother. I know the daughter who was given away and I know the two
brothers.
They were twins. I knew them when I was 13, a mean age. As a
bad prank a few boys from the neighborhood had the idea to decorate one
brother's prick with a tattoo. These tattoo stickers, which were free with
the chewing gums at that time.
What happened? In order to find the recognition of the others, and
not to become the victim himself, it was the brother himself who
overpowered his brother and took off his trousers. It's like the Jews
collaborating with the Nazis. They did it for two cigarettes and a pat on the
shoulder. It doesn't surprise me that the perpetrator-brother became a
public prosecutor, apparently he knows how to move in order to get
further.
Was it a coincidence, then, that such toads progressed again? Or is
the world just so knitted in my perception? Just as I don't know the whole
Internet, I don't know all public prosecutors. Here I can only report from
my limited view and tiny perspective. Whether a rule can be generalized
from it, I leave to each reader himself.
The search for recognition can become a big addiction if you had
serious deficits with it in your childhood. Then we do things that one
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should never do. But we have to do them, because otherwise our cry for
recognition never stops.
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energy that these demonic beings get drunk and high on? In the end it is all
about energy, and energy is power.
Oh, you've never heard of Loosh? Now this is another crazy story
from the Internet. Interestingly enough, it coincides with things my healer
friend Xabi also tells me. Thus, we are not only ruled by a few families,
but these families are the interface for demons from another world to our
world. The demons use these families as their hands. The demons give
these families power in exchange for the suffering they do to us and cause
in the world.
The more we suffer, the more Loosh can be harvested. And these
demons get refreshed and high from it. Sounds like Grimm's fairy tale, but
in the end they always spoke the truth. Of course in pictures that we
understand. Some things are hard to put into words, some things are just
unspeakable. But therefore no less true.
For our elite, "we're all one" is just esoteric gibberish. The sheep
are one, and the wolves are another one, so they think. So they joined
together in secret societies, because it is easier to snatch the sheep in the
pack. And it's more fun.
Ritual child abuse as group therapy promotes a strong sense of
togetherness. We are allowed to do that! We are above the law! We decide
about life and death! Because we rule! This is the hardest drug ever.
"We stick together and we all shut up. And you are too weak to do
anything about it, because most of you are too stupid to even recognize it.
And when you recognize it, you run away in fear."
But now we can't run and look away anymore! Because these
crimes do not happen by chance. They happen in the center of power and
with full intent.
If you haven't noticed it yet, google "Pedogate", for example.
Cathy O'Brian also knew about it. And my friend, who I already told you
about, survived it too. At this point I have to say that her brother didn't
survive. He took his own life. You can' t blame the poor guy.
Yes, you heard right, my friend, who confided "her little secret" to
me at that time, had a brother who was there from an early age, he was
also "lent" by dad, he was also flown to the hospital by helicopter after the
nice party. They didn't believe him either, not even in the hospital, because
that belonged to his father's friend. One doesn't believe a little girl or a
little boy.
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There are many other testimonies on YouTube from children or
former children that you don't want to believe. Especially not the names
that were present at such parties. Again and again the Clintons appear, not
only with Cathy O'Brian. Please do your own research, make your own
picture, but please be careful! Here the wolves do not understand any fun
at all. When we uncover their dark, sick, sad secrets, they become mad and
even more dangerous.
The singer Chris Cornell recently went to the hotel on May 18,
2017 after a normal concert evening. Half an hour later he was found dead,
dangling from a rope. On Wikipedia it says that he was depressed and
addicted to drugs. I thought the guy always looked quite healthy and
balanced. That's also what his wife said. And who of you knows that good
Chris did a lot for these children, whom you don't want to believe, and
found a hot trail, and here again the name Clinton appeared. There are
coincidences, aren't t there?
And anyone who says that such bad things happen in an organized
and systematic way is then taught that the world is not as simple as
conspiracy theory wants to explain. And then they seamlessly attack,
which is the best defense, and say: Conspiracy theorists are unstable,
stupid, uneducated people who can't cope with a complex reality, and
therefore seek an easy explanation for everything. And some of them even
have a profile neurosis, at least a deep urge for recognition, because they
have finally found a subject with which they think they can show off.
Well, I tell you, from my perspective, from my experience, which I
hope I have now described clearly enough, and based on the 23,000 photos
I have taken of the sky, I have only one sad conclusion left to me:
Our system is actually as simply knitted and built, as simple as the
soul of most people still is!
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brother's little prick, and whoever goes this path all the way down will be
ultimately handed the chalice of child's blood on a satanic ritual. Then you
have arrived in the middle of power. And far too many of us then accept
this cup, and drink of it, out of fear of being ostracized.
Not only our primitive psychology, but also Glattfelder with
applied mathematics has proven that our system is actually as simply
knitted as one can imagine as a crazy conspiracy theorist.
It goes without saying that a lot of cocoa is produced to hide the
truth behind a sticky sauce. But the truth is simple. And it hurts.
And this whole deeply sad and depressing story about child abuse
must unfortunately be mentioned here. It belongs here to understand
whom we are dealing with.
Because behind the ecocide with cowardly sprayed nanoparticles
and the torture of an infant I recognize the same handwriting, the same
sick will, the same life-despising value system, the same arrogance, the
same sick ego, in short: the same circle of perverted perpetrators.
If the wolf has torn a sheep, all the others have acted as if nothing
had happened and felt happy to have survived. Even if not every child is
kidnapped by such people on order (who remembers the Belgian child
dealer Marc Dutroux?), but every child inhales the nanoparticles of the
chemtrails. Every child is abused by these people, in one way or another.
George Bush Jr. had said it himself: if people knew what we were
doing to them, we would be lynched today. So my question to you is: how
long are we going to let this happen?
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Robert Vicino confirms that there are D.U.M.B.'s. He had once
accompanied a friend who belonged to the Congress to the door, his friend
came into the bunker, but he did not. He had no "Security Clearance", he
was not one of the chosen ones, who in the case of emergency could make
themselves comfortable in such an underground village.
And that's when he realized his niche in the market. Now he is
building luxurious underground bunker complexes for all the wealthy who
are not among the "chosen" of our elite.
Robert founded the VIVOS Group. He built an underground
bunker in South Dakota. In Rothenstein (Germany), he walled off 283,000
square meters of land, including a hill, and began digging there. Today an
underground luxury complex stands there and proudly calls itself VIVOS
EUROPA ONE.
The fact that a private businessman is remodeling an entire
mountain near Jena into a luxury bunker now makes me believe more
quickly that these D.U.M.B.'s actually exist, because where there is
budget, there are people who start digging and building. And where the
budget is astronomical, you can certainly build more astronomical
facilities.
What has also become a very successful business are all these
tubular mini bunkers that look like a big cigar case. You bury a thing like
that in your own garden. But these tubes quickly turn into coffins, says
Robert; with him the customers have more comfort and an infrastructure.
He makes sure that the talents are well distributed among his bunker
residents and that the community functions well. So, you only need one
dentist.
While the little millionaire slowly suffocates in his tube bunker, the
bigger millionaires slowly go crazy playing daily Poker, Backgammon or
QANGO. Speaking of QANGO, it's an ingenious, fast strategy game
where you're quickly pushed to the limit of your perception. It's good for
us to realize that we have a limit in our perception. And that what is not
perceived can be just as dangerous and devastating. That's why I love
QANGO, it trains the attentive eye.
But who benefits from that if the daily perception is always the
same: instead of sunlight you get humming neon light, and instead of á la
carte, you get every day the same dry porridge. After one year the tasty
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canned food will be used up, I hope Robert has a bigger greenhouse to
offer than the four flower boxes he shows in his promotion video.
It is clear that those who are very rich must feel threatened by the
other seven to eight billion fellow human beings. Everybody comes
begging, everybody wants something, everybody wants to suck it up. Or
they just want to cheat or steal. And since that never ends, the rich begin to
despise their fellow men. What is the best way to protect yourself from the
whole horde?
The instinct to dig oneself in comes into play now. There have
always been bunkers and shelters everywhere. And beyond that, there have
always been the cowards and treacherous ones who always do anything to
have an ace up their sleeve. They always play the same cards: first they
secretly poison someone, then they run away quickly and hide - deep
underground - until the death convulsions are over.
Here the character of the toad is revealed. Maybe we really
originate from reptiles and toads, at least some of us do.
I don't need a bunker. I don't know fear and money. And my father
finds me everywhere, you can't hide from him. And my father will take me
home when the time has come. There is no more protection.
The toads are gonna have another problem digging themselves in.
They dig their selves into the ground as well. Unfortunately their self does
not stay outside and never goes away. You can dig as deep as you want,
they won't get rid of their selves. And such a toad self hurts even more in
the dark than in sunlight. And all that with astronaut diet. Only caviar
tastes more disgusting. Well then, enjoy your meal.
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Chapter 38
As Within as Without
When I see how my fellow human beings nowadays leave the
beach after a nightly party, or what some fellow human beings do with a
public toilet, then I ask myself, how can such a thing be possible? Can't we
really do it better?
Even after the biggest binge drinking in the wild, I still managed to
find and remove the garbage. At the latest in the early morning hour. Of
course I already slipped one or two beer bottles and broke them because of
the disorders one gets when working on a crate of Diebels Alt all night
long.
But it never occurred to me to just leave everything behind. And
when I then see today how stupid (better: stupidly bred) kids simply leave
their chip bags, Coke and vodka bottles lying in the most beautiful nature
and then roughly estimate how our nature will look like, when seven, eight
or nine billion people are all such little pissers, shitheads and vomiters,
yes, then I suddenly get full understanding for our elite and their plan to
initiate the "Age of Reason".
If we behave like a plague, then we should not be surprised that
they want to smoke us out like a plague. Since most of us are
unfortunately still selfish, stingy, greedy, narrow-minded, quarrelsome,
cowardly, dishonest, vain and/or pompous and generate more rubbish than
good for our biosphere, one can understand that someone feels called to
intervene firmly, and to clean up and free the world from us.
Only at the moment when we stop being the plague, at the moment
when we open our eyes and remember that we are human beings, that we
have feelings, that we are more than a bio-robot, that we perhaps have a
spiritual sense, yes, if you suddenly remember all this, two things happen:
You' ll see then how they play with all of us and of course with
you. And you will recognize the big cleaning rag in the sky with which
they want to wipe us away.
And if you then stand in the face of this horror - just fall over in
fright is totally okay! But then you must not stay lying down! - So, he who
remains standing, makes then a strange experience:
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Not only the horror has become much greater, also the connection
to God becomes more powerful. In the past we had a thin copper wire,
today we have optical broadband fibers. This analogy to the Internet
applies. Our spiritual connectedness and power is getting better and better.
And this is exactly why our pineal gland stands in the crossfire of our
system.
This is the path that awaits us: become a bio-robot or wake up, that
is, take responsibility for yourself. But don't always point to the evil elite.
Because as long as we live like pigs, they feel they have the right to
sausage us up. And since our complicity is so complete, we don't just let
them poison us, we help with both hands. As scientists, as politicians, as
media, as silent peepers. Everyone helps to dig our grave.
Can you see that now? Our complicity with this system is absolute.
Not only the technology marks our behavior. No, we have also been
tricked into believing that we belong to the good guys and know
everything better. And apart from that, we don't notice anything anymore.
Neither the garbage on the beach nor the scratches in the sky.
If we weren't so quickly lulled by our complacency, if we were a
little brighter in our heads, a little more mentally fit and a little more
deeply rooted in our hearts, the self-proclaimed leaders would be silent
with shock and lose their power over us immediately.
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Unfortunately, we need another collective, traumatic experience to
find a higher, more loving form of being.
Just like after World War II. With the bitter end, a new form of
being emerged all over the world. The day after there was a huge
hangover, not only in Germany, but everywhere where blood had been
spilled. Everyone was suddenly aware that something like this must never
happen again! We were sick and tired of what we had done. And now we
should put an end to it. From now on it should get better. In this faith I
grew up.
The older I got, the clearer it became to me that my belief was only
a wish. Because even if it looked like peace in Germany, the war
continued. And we became used to that as well.
Now that we will realize that the war is not only being waged in
the Middle East or in the poor South, but is being waged everywhere and
against everyone, including us in the so-called First World, and that the
weapons have long since ceased to be only firearms and explosive
weapons, and that our weather, our health, our daily bread, and even the
refugees are now being used and abused as weapons, there will certainly
come collectively the greatest soul hangover we have ever had.
The horror that will be recognized and first must be digested will
be a whole round bigger than last time. This is cosmic geometry. Like a
record that is played from the inside out, like a galaxy, or like a snail shell,
now we come to the last round and to the end. Not only the Mayas talked
about it, there are thirty further prophecies that point to it.
In the cosmic snail shell we have now found the exit area. This
opening, from which one comes into something new. And nobody can
escape it. And nobody knows what is coming.
Nothing in this world happens that has not already been blessed by
God. Only he knows why it is happening, and I trust him that it is
necessary for it to happen so that we can grow from it - it's about time -
and finally make a big round of progress.
I trust in the protection of God, that we may carry his power within
us. Because if this were not so, one would not make such a huge effort to
keep us small, to keep us sick and stupid.
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I trust in the protection of God, that we may carry his power within
us. Because if that were not the case, I would not be so confident about
keeping the ball rolling.
I trust in the protection of God, that we may carry his power within
us. Because if I wouldn't, I never would have dared to commit such a
stupid hostage situation.
But okay, everything went right. In the end I finally found the
necessary time to capture my experiences thanks to my imprisonment.
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Chapter 39
Of unspeakable Bliss
It's nothing new that we get screwed by them up there. Ever since
man has existed, he has been lied to, exploited and abused by his rulers.
We have already become accustomed to the fact that our pensions are
being gambled away on the stock exchange.
But what I can never get used to is that we are really not allowed
the simple, naked life anymore, that they have decided over us to just
exterminate us. And all this while our children at school are still being
practiced in dismay and learning almost solely from the terrible Holocaust
in Germany. Do you recognize the arc I am drawing?
At some point, we'll all realize that everyone is always at the top of
the world, no matter where he is. All the power structures that could not
protect us from this fall will become obsolete. Because they are absurd and
have never worked. Or if so, then only to subjugate us.
Finally you realize that you are number 1 in your life, and deep
down you understand that it is you who has the responsibility for your life.
Actually, you have always had it, but now at the latest you realize it fully.
We will finally understand that there is no point in leaving our
power and responsibility to someone else. Because now at the very latest it
has become clear that we can no longer trust those up there.
Such a treacherous, cowardly action is deliberate deception and
really every contract becomes null and void. Such a crime against us frees
us from any obligation to a so-called authority. And in the same step we
find the duty to do justice to ourselves, we then finally find self-
responsibility.
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There's no time left for petty hatred. All disputes must finally be
brought to an end. We are only on this earth for such a short time. Do not
forget the concern for the next generation, and the next and the next.
Because if we do not manage to save the planet from this destruction, then
at some point there will be no next generation.
But the duties that were always imposed on us have become
obsolete as soon as you realize what is going on. Why pay TV fees? Why
pay bank debts? Why clean the stairs in the sweeping week? And why pay
taxes and other levies at all? Why defend the fatherland if it wants to
exterminate its own children? None of this makes any sense anymore. And
this is the funny side of this big shit.
We have no guilt, we have no duty. The only thing that remains is
the desire for a healthy, peaceful life. And the responsibility to achieve
that lies with each of us, but has nothing to do with guilt or duty. Rather
with honesty and gratitude.
Guilt and duty is a misbelief, presumably this concept was installed
by religions. But no religion will be able to protect us from this wanton,
creeping poisoning. Only God can do that. And if he wants, then he can do
it with a single breath.
I now feel an inner peace to have done what I could do; and to trust
God that there is nothing for which there is no solution. All that we
perceive today as bad or terrible is exactly what we needed to get ahead.
And in all the unspeakable things that have now been said, I feel
the unspeakable bliss of knowing who we really are. Not only the crime
done to us is unspeakable, but also the power that is growing within us.
What is happening here is the breaking of the eggshell, I mean that
spiritually. As below as above. Everyone who takes a moment to think
about this metaphor will feel it.
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cannot do that will no longer be happy here on earth. Perhaps they will
then be reborn on a planet for parasites.
But here on earth, a new age is beginning. And everyone has the
chance to join, if he fits through the filter of honesty.
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Chapter 40
Careful, Tolerance!
There are still so many exciting things to tell. So many more
interesting observations that help to make the puzzle even more vivid.
Whether it's the secret meetings of the Bilderberg people, the mighty
Bohemian Grove camp in northern California, or the CERN particle
accelerator in Switzerland. Or what happened in Area 51? That's where
they allegedly stored alien technology. Joska, the brother of our Bodo
Ramelow, likes to talk about it.
There are so many interesting things in the depths of the Internet,
and it seems to me that it doesn't matter which stone you find, but if you
pick it up and look underneath, you always find the same worms.
I can only encourage everyone to throw away the TV, or just use it
for Playstation. Please find your information yourself!
Read everything you are interested in. And don't believe
everything directly. But once you have started to look for your news on
your own, you get a feeling for truth and for cacao.
It's about a new bill. It is the law for tolerance. That sounds great at
first. But it is a perfidious trap. Because with such positively occupied
words, like e.g. tolerance, they will steer us.
Back then you had to be loyal to a party. And the respective
ideology told you what goes and what doesn't. Today you just have to be
tolerant. No matter how and when, the main thing is to be tolerant. Maybe
even when you are raped. If you don't understand it, you'll soon be
considered intolerant. Well, it does not have to come so hard. But if you
don't understand it and don't like the fact that old men want to be little girls
(we remember: Trans-Gender / Trans-Age) or old men want to marry little
boys, you can be denounced for your intolerance - if things continue to
develop the way they are at the moment. And you are already in the focus
of justice !!!
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To be true to the party line or to be tolerant, in both cases we are
bent and led away from our self. Instead of listening to our inner voice, we
are concerned to be considered intolerant or politically incorrect.
Tolerance as the last ideology is the last craze to keep the masses
in line. The whole issue smells like a brood of the ADL, like our whole
view of the world including the climate, which is being forced upon us any
moment.
Once this "tolerance" bill's through, then good night, Jack. Then it
will no longer be tolerated to talk about Andrew Carrington Hitchcock's
book. Then the ethics police will strike. Because especially the minorities
are protected by the Tolerance Law. But not only gay and lesbian, but
especially parasitic minorities. And everything they don't like is labelled
"anti-Semitic". This word means alarm level RED. One is then
reprimanded and, if the law is through, certainly also punished.
And it is also forbidden to doubt Al-Gore's climate change,
because that is intolerant if you do not believe Mr. Gore. America already
wants to punish those who question the official concept of "climate
change". So people like me. People who say that climate change was
deliberately provoked and produced. People who say that climate change
is another false flag, only this time global.
And if you still don't recognize the abuse of our eco-system, then
those who recognize it and don't tolerate it can be labeled intolerant and
convicted.
But in a truly tolerant society this should not happen, and I very
much hope that you tolerate my observations and conclusions! At the very
least tolerate, even if you are still not able to interpret my three thousand
best-of photos.
But if you tolerate my concerns, I'll say thank you. No plant needs
more than tolerance to grow. And a little rain. That' s what we are talking
about here too.
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with which we imagine something, which we then form into an intention,
which we then focus on and then begin to shape. Until something comes
into being.
And that's exactly what the elite is afraid of. Especially if, despite
all their efforts to divide us, a critical minority could come together to
bundle their will energy. And this is exactly why there are chemical
attacks on our pineal gland and and why they feed us never-ending
"news", which make us afraid of our neighbor, and which only pull us
down by nature.
We are trapped in a dark tunnel, and only our imagination shows
us the light at the other end. When we have seen the light, we just have to
walk towards it. But certainly you will never see this light in the
mainstream media. Because people who have found the light, like Eckhart
Tolle for example, like to be ignored, Eckhart never criticizes the system,
he just shows us where the light is. And that's too much already.
Without imagination you can not only not see the light, you can
also not see how they play with us. Because you first have to be able to
imagine it in order to see it. And when you see it, you can try to interpret
it. And then at some point you find out what it is. But the first step is the
imagination. If you can't imagine it, you don't look for it and then you
won't see it. Which of course doesn't mean that it doesn't exist.
You can ask the Indians about that. When the first boats appeared
on the horizon of the Atlantic, the Indians couldn't imagine such a thing,
and that's why they didn't see it at all. Nevertheless they had to bear the
bitter consequences.
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climb out strengthened. Or we get stuck in it and die. But that's then up to
everyone himself.
If you recognize and see through such a big crime, how can you
survive it?
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punishment for them will be to recognize the role they played in this
theatre. In the end everything was a divine comedy. But karma remains
karma. How it sings and laughs. But not for everyone.
And so it happened that on the paper I killed the dragon. I trust the
entanglements, as quantum physics shows us, and soon the seed that my
scribbled sheets of paper leave behind about our collective detective game
will open up.
It's like Rumpelstiltskin, whose terror only lasted as long as you
didn't know what it was called. If you recognize it, if you call it by its
name, it loses its power and dissolves.
And it's time. More and more know that. More and more talk about
it. More and more are persecuted because of it. Even Roger Waters rightly
asks these days:
My answer:
Of course not! I want the life I can imagine!
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Chapter 42
Healing Howl
Now I've been in custody for more than three days. I am amazed at
how much I have written. It just flowed out of me. Today they let me
briefly into the yard. And I am surprised to see other prisoners. It seems
that the side wing of the police headquarters was converted into a small
prison.
I look up into the sky and see the usual zigzag. Should I now draw
the attention of the others to it? That's what I always think in reflex.
But no, not today. I keep strolling. In search for Naiara. I only saw
her at the beginning, then she brought me breakfast once. And that was it.
Since then I have been waiting to see her again. And with every hour I
don't see her, the chance of seeing her again slips into a greater distance.
This is how it feels.
She's not in the canteen either. But there is a TV screen. There is a
live broadcast of a kickboxing fight on it. I order a coffee and watch the
fight. What impresses me is not only the technique and the speed, but that
you can clearly feel the will of the fighters, the will to win the battle. As
with us ...
I drift away in my thoughts and suddenly find myself with Antony
Spatola. My kickboxing Klimakid friend, the Sicilian in Wolfsburg. How I
would have loved to see his fights live! Unfortunately his time was still
before YouTube and all the small, digital cameras, which everyone now
has in his pocket.
If there were good recordings of his fights, he would have an
audience of millions, and not only the few thousand for his tireless
activism, which is also a fight. A good activist is also a fighter. To get up
again and again. And when the threat increases, you get up all the more.
And now I remember again that Antony had sent me a link to a
lecture weeks ago and urged me to watch it now. This lecture is available
on YouTube. What was its name? Yes, exactly: It was Dr. Dietrich
Klinghardt. He held a four-hour lecture in German/English simultaneously
translated. Oh man, please not now, I thought back then and just left it in
the inbox, until further notice, like so many other things.
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The other day Antony asked me again if I had finally seen it. And I
didn't answer him at all, because what should I tell him?
And now here in jail, I'm overcome with the desire to see this
lecture. So I swear to myself that I will watch this lecture in a marathon
session as soon as I am at home.
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him yet, I'll just say briefly that Mr. Hellinger went into the bush as a
Catholic missionary to missionize the "savages".
And then it had gone exactly the other way around. He had learned
EVERYTHING from the savages. Also to heal as Jesus did it.
In his lecture, Dr. Klinghardt will also very clearly address the
creeping poisoning caused by GMOs, vaccinations and chemtrails. "And if
I were an evil man, I'd suspect this was being done according to a sinister
plan."
Dr. Klinghardt smiles and adds: "But I am a good person and can't
imagine such an evil plan. So it all has to be just stupid coincidences."
But according to Klinghardt, the greater threat to us is the burden
of the past. Man is not only attacked by the current poisons that have been
deliberately used against him. Even more torture us the accumulated
damages of our ancestors, which we get passed on with our epigenetics.
The hand on the piano. If your great-grandfather's hand has been broken,
then it is very likely that you will continue to be played with the same
hand.
After two world wars there is not one among us who did not have
traumatized grandparents. We all have a wounded hand playing on our
own genetics. No one is free of it!
That is why, despite seventy years of peace and prosperity, we
have not become healthier and happier. We carry with us the pain of our
ancestors in an invisible balloon. Eckhart Tolle calls it "pain body". He is
there, always with us. And if one pronounces the three wrong, magic
words, which activate the pain body individually, then one can hear the
clock ticking, or see the fuse still briefly burning, and already someone
explodes. Because the pain body keeps us constantly under pressure. And
the pain body has made the pharmaceutical industry rich.
But then a certain Bert Hellinger had learned from the wild how to
release the pressure in the pain body. It's like the valve in a pressure
cooker. If there is no built-in safety device, then everything blows up. The
best thing to do is to learn to open the valve.
And that's what you do with family constellations. Strictly
speaking, it is a form of exorcism. Or you could say ghost exorcism. But
all words seem to me too small for what happened there. In 2003 I was
there myself. Finally the day has come where I can talk about it. And very
important: enough time has passed to know that it actually worked.
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Dr. Klinghardt also says that people who have been cleansed of
their epigenetic traumas are now on much firmer ground when it comes to
spreading the full human power needed to master current manipulations
such as nanoparticles or microwaves.
Here again: the intention to cope with it is more than half the
battle. Our will is strong. And that's why they want to take it from us.
But that is no longer working, because WE are becoming aware of
it.
And so that the abstract finally comes to its conclusion, I tell you
about my personal constellation experiences.
That was in Egia, a former proletarian district of San Sebastián. In
2003 a Basque friend - at that time my novia, as they say here - took me to
a family constellation á la Bert Hellinger. Bert did not come, a woman
named Surabi came, she was one of the first Spaniards to be trained by
Bert.
In a large parish room, almost seventy people sat in a circle of
chairs around a free center. The people who were present seemed to me as
randomly thrown together as the walkers on the boulevard on Saturday
morning. So what I mean to say is, they were no freaks, no sect, no clique,
no uniforms, no peers, as you might say when vegans, for example, meet.
So what I noticed first was how normal the participants were. All people
like you and me.
The second thing I noticed was that there was one Kleenex box
next to each of two chairs. Of course I had to say something like
"hopefully this won't be a group masturbation" and got a bad look right
away.
After everyone had taken their seats, Surabi introduced herself and
her two assistants. One of the assistants is a good friend of my ex-novia,
and thanks to him I was able to experience my own constellation despite
so many people.
Surabi explained the rules to us. And they are very simple.
Suppose your life is constellated, then you are looking for a person who
will represent you. Age doesn't matter, but gender should be respected.
Then it goes on in the family. Any man present can represent your
father or brother. Any woman present can play your mother or sister. You
then select the most important family members and arrange them on the
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square in the middle of the room. With both hands on his shoulders you
gently move a man into position and say: you are my father. Then you
move any woman into position and say: you are my mother.
And that was it. That's all you say. No directing instructions, for
example like in psychodrama. Then you say: my mother was always
worried about doing everything right. And my father hid behind the
newspaper all day long.
No, only the roles are assigned in the family constellation. First
your own, then that of the family around you. You are me. You are my
father. You are my mother. That's all you say, and you push the substitutes
into position, just as you think they should be in order with each other.
Then you sit down and wait. The actors just stop and breathe
calmly. Not thinking is important. Just stand and feel. And after only a few
minutes there are clear reactions. People feel attracted to each other. Or
repelled. Joy or fear comes over them. Everyone starts to move and
rearrange themselves.
Before you make your own constellation, it makes sense to have
participated in another constellation in the role of a family member. In this
way, one experiences first-hand what it means to step into the energetic
blueprint of a family. The actors show us a mirror image of what happened
in the actual family. The actors are moved, as if pulled or pushed by
invisible hands. No one can escape it.
Once I was the son in a family where the father was a violent man.
The "mother" rushed to protect me. And my teeth clattered every time my
"father" approached. You can fake things, some women are supposed to
fake orgasms, but have you ever tried to fake "rattling your teeth"? That's
not possible! But my teeth rattled faster than the rattle of the rattlesnake. It
was immediately clear to me that it was not me who was rattling. There
was someone from that family who rattled on me.
In another role I had taken over a twitch once, shrugged my
shoulders, and I took it home with me! For three days I kept shrugging and
asked my friend what to do. And he said: bow to the soul you have the
twitch from and tell him that it is his tick and he should please take it back.
And it worked.
Even if you're only there as a spectator, there are constellations
where you intuitively recognize and share the problem or the vibration,
and then you start crying. Hence the Kleenex boxes everywhere. Or the
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line-up that is currently taking place has nothing to do with your own
resonances at all, and you just watch curiously.
But as soon as a vibration is treated and cleansed through a
reconciliation of the family, then all those present who enter into that
vibration are affected and also cleaned.
It is desirable to close each constellation with a reconciliation of
the present "family members". This is not always possible. But even then
the forgotten and clogged energies will still move. And a healing can
begin.
Usually such a constellation event runs over two to three days.
With two to three constellations in the morning, and two to three in the
afternoon. Sometimes a constellation lasts thirty minutes, sometimes two
hours or more.
As an operator you need a detective intuition. If the game doesn't
go on, then Surabi brought another family member on stage.
"Maybe it's the grandfather! Can you please make the
grandfather?" And the grandfather comes and all the characters don't react
at all. Wrong track. Now finally we are in my own family constellation.
How could I forget it? Because my life changed fundamentally afterwards.
"Maybe it's the grandmother! Can someone please make the
grandmother?" And a lady made herself available to make my
grandmother.
As soon as she stood on stage with the others, the moaning and
nagging continued. That was so obvious. I just watched with amazement.
And slowly Surabi groped her way through my ancestral tree.
Then she had an idea. She spread out a blanket and asked a
woman, new from the audience, to lie down there.
As soon as the woman lay down on the blanket, all the family
members gathered around her, caressed her gently and howled. One big,
loud whimpering and crying. It was freezing down my back.
The woman on the blanket then said that her pelvis aches. She had
been hurt badly.
Surabi then explained to us that the woman on the blanket stood for
a deceased person who had been completely suppressed. And the more a
soul is suppressed, the more powerful it becomes.
Surabi then managed to reposition the tree of my ancestors, and
now for the first time completely. This time with the soul unknown to us
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so far. As soon as the unknown soul was integrated, peace and
reconciliation was possible for all family members.
That night I came home tired and moved. Everything seemed
normal, the moon smiled at me and I asked him: what should happen now?
A year later, I completely abandoned my parents because of a
trifle. The conflict of my life had been simmering for a long time: my
parents' security thinking collided with my artist ambitions.
Now the barrel ran over, or as my father said: now the jug broke.
On his seventieth birthday he had uninvited me and warned me not to
show up on his honour day. We had never seen anything like it before.
That was the low point in our family history.
It seemed to me as if I had porked around with the constellation in
the clogged drain pipes of my ancestors, and now everything started to
build up until the whole shit flew around our ears. Everything that stinks
came up. The whole bathroom was torn down. The family was dirty. And
it was all my fault. It felt exactly like this.
But life has reunited what belongs together. My father became ill a
few months later, I had time and was immediately available until his
healing was arranged. From then on I finally had a healthy relationship
with my parents. A turning point had actually happened.
The contact with each other became more peaceful, more
humorous, more patient. Never again did we feel this demon, this pressure
that caused stress and terror. That was over for good. And that is a fact.
Fourteen years later I can say whether the train could change course or not.
Yes, and the train changed course.
My parents still say today that I suffer from a fantasy that is too
vivid, and that has been so since I've lived, and that I have to come down
to earth of - their - realities, and they think I'm a weirdo because I blame
the constellation for our peace. But back then, such a contrary opinion
could have quickly turned into a quarrel.
Today we shrug our shoulders and just change the subject. The
fire-giving demon, the Rumpelstiltskin, is definitely no longer there. Ask
my parents.
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Of course, I asked myself who the unknown dead woman was. And
on one of my next visits to my old, beloved hometown Wuppertal, I went
to the registration office and requested the birth certificate of my great-
grandmother and her siblings. There was, however, no information about
the date or cause of death. Only the birth was registered.
I knew that my great-grandmother had four more siblings from my
old and deceased Aunt Margret, my grandmother's cousin, to whom I had
a particularly good connection. So there were five children.
It took no longer than a cup of coffee until the official with the
birth certificates came up from the archive again. He brought six copies
and made me a photocopy of each. Six? One more? I asked myself. Then I
sorted the documents by date. And found out that my grandmother had the
same name as a sister who was born four years before her.
Perhaps something like this happens when the first child has
passed away and when the next pregnancy raises hopes that the deceased
child will return to us on earth.
And then the new girl gets the name of the older sister and gets her
energetically unhappy fingerprint. I have often heard and observed that
every soul needs its own name! The family members, who are named after
a beloved member who was lost too soon, have drawn the arse card. That
is generally known, or not yet?
Interestingly, my great-grandmother, named after the forgotten girl,
was the only one of all her siblings who had children. All the others
remained childless.
Only my great-grandmother had two daughters. That was my
grandmother and her sexy sister, who never said "no" and still never got
pregnant. When she was older, they found out that her ovaries were never
really developed.
My grandmother only had one child, my mother. It was an
extremely complicated pregnancy. My mother remained an only child and
was thus the only offspring from the whole family and the whole drama
around the disappeared, older sister. My mother had to carry this
epigenetic cross all by herself. Until then I was born ...
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Very probably I was the first and only one who after 130 years
finally knew about the existence of this little girl. The siblings, if they
were alive at the time, were far too small to remember that there was an
older sister. But even if one forgets the cause, the pain remains.
In those years they also didn't take daily pictures of their little ones,
like today. And when this girl had died of a great disgrace, there was no
more talk about it.
During one of my last phone calls with my dear aunt Margret she
told me again about my great-grandmother. Margret was the last person
who knew my great-grandmother personally. And Margret said that my
great-grandmother was a good-hearted woman, but her house was so
gloomy, oppressive, sad and lifeless.
And I can tell that directly from another, now much bigger and
more blatant example. On the same weekend - another constellation. This
time it was about a young Basque girl, in her early twenties, and she had
cancer.
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She started building her family. And in every generation there was
at least one victim or one perpetrator. A murdered person or a murderer.
Her family was right in the middle of the Basque-Spanish conflict, which
boiled up with Franco in the civil war and led to the founding of ETA in
1959.
And all those who are from here can sing a song about it. That's
what you carry in your blood here, like in Germany the shadow of the
Third Reich. And both the Basques and the Germans are much more than
their pain, but our pain is still there, immediate and formative for the
world we are shaping.
After the first shot grandfather appeared in this constellation, the
howling started. And the deeper Surabi penetrated into the ancestral
gallery, the more suffering was dug out, the more spectators joined in the
howling, the louder and more painful their screaming became. And
suddenly all ignited.
Everybody around me was freaking out. The assistants were really
busy. One man fell into a cramping state, where he kept hitting the floor
with his head. Quickly a pillow had to be found!
Loud crying came from all corners, it was a horrible group howl. I
even remember seeing a woman start foaming out of her mouth, as if she
had swallowed an effervescent tablet, obsessively twisting her eyes.
Several thousand Basques who were simply shot and buried away
in mass graves during the civil war. Then ETA killed a thousand. And a
thousand political prisoners who were tortured. Here the offspring sat and
collectively puked it out.
And since this drama was not present in my epigentics, and this
resonance was not recognized by me at all, I was the ONLY one next to
Surabi and her team in the whole room who did not resonate in this
vibration. I just sat there, with goose bumps and looked very closely.
Never before had I so much wished for a triple Whiskey on the Rocks as at
that moment. Around me the demons raged, and I sat in the eye of the
hurricane.
I don't know how long the screaming lasted, but it subsided. And
Surabi had managed perhaps not to completely reconcile the two sides of
this conflict, but at least to become aware of the crimes each had
committed. To finally admit the pain they have inflicted on each other.
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And then we all went home. I don't know what happened to this
girl. I hope she could heal. I hope she is well.
But I know for a fact that ETA hasn't killed since that constellation.
The pressure in the pain body, which often ended with a finger on the
trigger of a pistol, was simply gone. The valve was open long enough to
let the accumulated pain escape.
Exactly, there was one more death, but that was - as Obama would
say - only collateral damage. The ETA had blown up the parking garage at
Madrid's Barajas airport in 2005. And a passenger waited asleep in the car
for his flight, and it got him. This is unfortunate, but it was not intended.
Shortly before this constellation, the ETA murders were different.
Dissidents were shot at dinner in the best restaurants of this city.
I can still remember very well how the ETA shot a young
policewoman who was controlling traffic at a crossroads into her head in
broad daylight. Only because she was wearing the uniform of the "others".
There are several police bodies here, as we know.
She left an infant, a toddler and a widower. That happened twenty
minutes from my front door. And that hasn't happened since that
constellation. Coincidence? Or did I have another Forrest Gump moment
and was watching Elvis Presley learn to dance?
One thing I'm sure of: if there is ever another murder in the name
of ETA, it's a false flag. The real ETA has found peace. I have seen and
heard this demon disappear under screaming. The Kleenex packs were
completely used up in the end.
The forces from the beyond decide what happens here, and not the
crazy murderers who are so bent that they want to bend the whole world at
the same time.
This certainty that things will work out once you clear them, I now
do have. And I think it will repeat itself on a global level:
If we once shovel free who is biting our calves all the time or
peeing in our coffee, then this energy - which is expressed by different
people - will also say goodbye. Just don't show up anymore, leave us all
alone from now on.
What happened to the demon of my great-grandmother and the
demon of ETA will happen again to the demon of the elite.
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As soon as the matter comes to light, it gets bumpy at first, but
then it quickly gets better. The boils come from deep inside and far below.
If it comes to the surface, it becomes painful, if it breaks through the skin,
it becomes disgusting. But afterwards the wound can dry and heal.
And once the hand on our piano is light and free again, we can heal
ourselves and our planet.
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I have heard nothing more from Mrs. Rittenbach, I have never
chatted with Mr. Möller about it. If the old Rittenbach would have been
thirty years younger, I would look for her on Facebook and hope to find
photos of her in a bikini. Sometimes I wonder if she had denigrated me at
the travel company, because strangely enough my tourism orders declined
drastically after the hostage-taking. Somehow word got around that I had
shot the big buck.
After almost four days in prison, my cell was opened on July 20,
2017. Today of all days, the day of the Stauffenberg assassination. Is there
still a survivor this year who can be proudly shown? And imagine the last
survivor, an old man of almost a hundred years, using the moment of
national attention to finally get rid of it. He stands up, swings his walking
stick angrily and thunders into the microphone: "Every year the same silly
ritual and never before was it mentioned that at that time we were the
dangerous weirdoes, the confused, the crazy, the terrorists! We had been
laughed at, we had been defamed, we had been censored, we had been
hunted down and then killed. And that no longer interests anyone today!
And that is why history must repeat itself, so that we finally learn and
understand". The old man pauses for breath and energetically continues:
"What good is it to be paid homage to us as icons of resistance if our
grandchildren are defamed and persecuted today?"
I see it as a good omen that I was released on this very day. Two
guards came, whom I had never seen before. They reminded me of Stan
and Ollie. The two told me to come out. Then they took me to an office.
There they gave me my things back. Then I had to sign something.
During this whole procedure, my eyes looked for Naiara. But she
was nowhere to be seen. Should I ask about her? Exactly, I'll just leave my
written confession there for her. To the hands of Naiara. Finally she
brought the paper to my cell.
My description of the course of events was no longer necessary,
said the fatter one. That perplexed me. The thinner prison guard winked
encouragingly at me: "You have reason to rejoice! It became clear that you
were innocent of that woman's death. You are now set free."
"Then could you please pass on my text here to the Basque
Minister for the Environment? Please! ... because for his sake I have taken
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hostages, and for him I have written all this down here." I held the stack of
written paper under their noses.
Now both stared at me silently and with open mouth: "What shall
we please? The Environment Minister? What do we have to do with that?"
Of course, they had no idea. That they knew about a dead person was
already a lot. But how would they know my motives, my whole history
here?
I then tried to impose my manuscript on them, asking them to pass
it on to the Basque Ministry of the Environment. If the minister has no
time to read, then perhaps one of his ministry. That should be possible.
While I was trying to get rid of what I had written, the two of them
slowly but forcefully led me to the exit door. I was pushed over the
threshold and behind me the gate fell into the castle. "Now you better go
home fast! Before we have to lock you up for mischief."
I wish I'd gone straight back to jail to find Naiara. How much I
would have liked to see her again.
And if not the whole text, should I leave her a note? With Stan and
Ollie? No, better not, because in a hundred years' time these guys will still
talk about it: "That German of yours, your prisoner, who wrote you a love
letter, do you remember?" Of course, they would only hold on to
something like this, because a) they themselves have no chance with her
and b) they are too unimaginative to do something so romantic.
But I didn't do anything romantic today either and went home first.
Since I had been imprisoned, I thought it wrong to leave a note for her
with her colleagues. If you write small letters, then you have to deliver
them yourself. And as a prisoner you are on a different card than the guest
at the bar who wants to flirt with the waitress. But I don't give up that
quickly. That should be known by now. So I did what the police does: I
did some research. And I found out that Naiara was driving a little red
Mini Cooper. And that was my chance. Under the windshield wipers I
stuck my little letter. A short greeting and the wish to see her again. Plus
telephone number.
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Weeks later, a court appointment was made for the hostage-taking
at the Mirador de Ulia. I was sentenced to a fine of € 1.700,-- or
alternatively to complete fifty-two hours of service. As a street sweeper.
Since I have no money, I decided on the alternative. I managed to get on
the list for the Cristina Enea city park during the distribution. A beautiful
green area in the Egia district. There are frogs, ducks and a few peacocks.
Here I always liked to come to do Qi Gong. At that time I did that daily.
Now I come to rake the leaves. And it does me good.
If I do my job well now, maybe I can get a job here. A quiet,
honest job. In constant contact with nature while it is still there. And what
would be outstanding for me as a scriptwriter spat out by the system: a
monthly income that is sufficient for shopping in Lidl and a holiday at a
camping site in Galicia or Asturias.
And in the evening I sit at the computer, uploading the photos of
the day again onto the Repugnant Pilot, but I can't tell you anything more,
because now everything is said, even the unspeakable.
And how does the global story end? The history of mankind? So
your story? How does it end?
We can only determine this end together. Yes, only together can
we shape the end and then fill it with our life. Because we are all players.
And whoever reads this here is a - now - conscious player.
The only thing I can do now is propose different end scenarios. It's
like a script meeting with director and producer where you try to find the
right scene together. The screenwriter throws various balls into the game,
all ideas for a possible ending, which are then played or discarded until
only the right ball remains in the game.
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citizens - so badly. Because we are distracted by the fun that lurks around
us. And if you can't afford this fun, you fight to be able to afford it.
Well, I don't. I'm going to stay a bit longer, with the director and
the producer. If it has to be, we push overtime. The main thing is to find a
good ending. And hopefully God will be there this time.
Scenario c): a highly endowed panel of experts worldwide studies
my collection THE TESTIMONY OF THE REPUGNANT PILOT, i.e. all
my 3,000 plus best-of photos, and my hundred and eighteen plus movies,
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and all the official documents that I meticulously manage on mega.nz and
make available to the whole world for study and evaluation.
After a close examination one comes to the conclusion that there is
NOTHING to be seen in my collection. That my photos all show a
completely normal sky and my assumptions are null and void.
In this scenario it also comes out that I have a pronounced profile
neurosis because my mother had not given me the breast and fed me
Nestlé products from an early age. Or so.
Besides, I've always wanted to do something big and important,
and since I've never had the pleasure of making movies for hundreds of
millions, I now have to knead the whole world into a paranoid story that
I'm just imagining and constantly ramming down the throat of my loyal
Facebook audience.
But, in fact, this blatant story only exists in my sick mind. And the
wine did the rest and encouraged me to paste it all into a too long and
boring book. Therefore I better belong locked away, and with that this
unspeakable story is finally off the table, because with the messenger the
message has disappeared again.
Certainly a few more toads among us, aren't there? I'm already
looking forward to hearing from them the first quack about this book.
Well, there's still a possible ending. The happy ending. The d)
scenario. D like Dabringhaus.
The D version is the version we all want to see, at least those who
enjoy life. And those who realize that we all need to help, like this:
Just don't look away anymore and pretend like nothing happened.
Please make sure that the ball stays in the game. It is best to turn the ball
into an avalanche. You can find material to share on
therepugnantpilot.com, or you can pass on my book as a gift.
And please keep in mind that people like me all drum out of their
own strength and heart's desire.
Unfortunately GREENPEACE does not consider it necessary to
support my small but effective work. They prefer to organize exclusive
cruises to remote tropical islands.
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This book here will please give me some financial security in case
this job in the park doesn't work out.
But more important than the messenger's belly of prosperity is to
carry the message further. Best of all, simply give my book to those who
are convinced skeptics. And step on the toes of the police, the press, the
doctors, the judges until the subject is finally objectively investigated.
The louder and clearer this topic is pronounced in and by the
population, the more frightened the powerful react in their high floors.
Our constant and friendly pressure from below will then call the
Wendehals 2.0 on the plan. More and more authorities crawl out of their
closets and say: "You see! That's exactly what I've always said!"
(Wendehals were called the former communists that have changed colors
the moment the wall went down.)
Once the dam breaks, it's quick. In chemistry this is called tipping.
Whether it's a substance or our consciousness, the condition can change
abruptly.
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normal as far as can be said, because once again everyone sticks only to
the screen or the radio and follows the latest events.
The mass arrests, which not only affect politicians and bankers, but
also the leadership of the press and TV, are now on everyone's lips,
sensation and headline. Some well-known moderators were prepared in
advance for this change and now help to calm the audience, while the ones
that were big pillars of the system are simply exchanged.
Suddenly there will be a new tone, new courage to tell the truth,
the free riders will make sure that the car really gets rolling, and for the
first time the media will not only share fear and panic in their news, but
also enlightenment and confidence.
And all this is told in the usual cuddly way, just as it was during
the Disney educational show. Many have to be slowly introduced to this
story, not all were lucky enough to read my book here before.
Trials are then convened, as in Nuremberg, but this time the judges
look at the burden of proof from all sides, and not just those of the
overwhelmed losers. At that time, for example, the judges were not
allowed to include what Prescott Bush had done for building Nazi power.
One does not have to be a Holocaust denier in order to recognize and
pronounce the strong and vital connection between World Bankers and the
Nazis.
Now we will find out that if we want honest, genuine peace, we
must also be honest in the evaluation of all evidence.
This night of arrests marks the beginning of the Golden Age. The
statistics will be like this:
Arrests worldwide: 13,435
Suicides worldwide: 6,666
Mrs. Goebbels showed us how to do it. First give the children the
sleeping pill, then push the poison capsule between the sleeping child's
teeth, push the jaw upwards, the child's teeth crack the capsule. Then in
sleep a short fight with death. And then there is rest. Mrs. Goebbels said
that something like this is better than living without National Socialism.
Well, that will repeat itself. Only the word National Socialism is
exchanged for a new one.
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Who cares about the few suicides compared to all the "useless
eaters" who don't have to feel useless anymore? Who then get a fair
chance in this world for the first time? Because they are no longer trapped
in the interest loop, while the poison is stuffed into them at the back and
front. That will all be over then.
My work is done. Or did one of you say that I have to explain it all
again? If you still don't understand it, please let God take care of you. And
the others - so us - should finally start to help our dear God,
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head! ... from there, where the sky is grilled.
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https://www.facebook.com/therepugnantpilot/
In case the two upper links do not work anymore:
https://mega.nz/#F!2w51lSQS!3NBf9KBr0ik4YI9nwl97tQ
I ask all those who are still quick in their minds to mirror my
collection. Download what you want and upload again where you can.
And please add the hashtag #therepugnantpilot so one can always find it.
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If this book becomes known here, they will do anything to hack and
destroy my collection.
Thanks to the Volkhard Zukale videos the collective detectives
have already scored a solid goal against STASI 2.0. We will win the whole
game if you simply help us to ensure that THE TESTAMENT OF THE
REPUGNANT PILOT is no longer lost, but on the contrary is distributed
as widely as possible.
Writing desk criminals are trying to destroy the world, from the
desk we will save it. But for that the spark must jump, now from this book
to YOU!
How can you help? Everyone will find the answer in his own heart.
I trust that the necessary impulses from the morphogenetic fields will
reach and inspire us. This is the field where creation begins. And that's
where currently the new is being cooked.
And if the world saving still doesn't light up yet - because we are
much too anaesthetized, because our pineal gland is hopelessly clogged, or
because GAME OF THRONES is much too exciting, and we are much too
keen on putrefaction and destruction, then I hope that I could at least make
you smile a little or maybe even make you laugh a little bit.
And who knows, maybe it's not just the laughing that is contagious.
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Chapter 45
Besides, I've had enough to do. In the last two years I have written
a new book, MICHEL AWAKENS, a vision, an invented story about a
skeptic who awakens against his will. A fable, small and handy, well
suited as a present and souvenir for all those who need an inspiration, not
to say a slap on the head. And then I had this book translated into English.
As you can read here.
Now there is THE AWAKENING BEGINS worldwide and soon
also EL DESPERTAR COMIENZA, the Spanish version. With that I have
marked out my territory, more I can't do anymore. But there' s one more
thing: to let you have the book as cheap as possible. That's why I'm back at
Amazon. If you want to hold it in your hand as ebook or print, you can get
it in all 3 languages at Amazon. Now please don't cry because I say
Amazon. I know who is behind it, but why not use the possibilities the
system gives us to break it up. Amazon, Facebook, YouTube, where
would you hear about the Klimakids, if not there?
By the way, I earn 2€ on every copy. I hope I am granted that. All
the interjections made me sad, from all those who think that I am doing all
this here only to make cash. Such hecklers are often people who don't do
anything themselves except to nag. But even they have a right to
enlightenment, so I give away my book for free in all three languages as a
pdf, to be found in my mega-collection. So everybody can decide in which
format he wants to read it and if he wants to support me. May many
people find it, no matter how.
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Of course I had remained true to my activism all the time, I took
my photos every day and I uploaded them to my site every day. There was
only one day in six years when I forgot to take a sky photo and couldn't
post. That was this February, I was distracted with the new book. For a
moment I wondered if I should just take a photo from the day before,
nobody would notice anyway. But, I notice it! And I would then notice
that I have left the space of my honesty, and I don't want to notice
something like that. Then I'd rather miss a day and know I've been
convicted of my fallibility. I am not a machine after all.
But I've kept the ball rolling all the time. Today, October 12, 2019,
I have 34,805 photos of my own and 7,081 of them are more than creepy.
But only for the elderly and insiders, not for those who grew up under
such a sky. Our youth may find such a fine ribbed and grilled sky
"totally crazy" or just cool, but they're not afraid of it, they're afraid
of CO2. Because that' s what they have learned.
As soon as the book was finished, a job brought me right into the
middle of the Basque climate summit, where I met a nice lady from the
Max Planck Institute. On that day the sky was unfortunately not
"conspicuous", otherwise I would have had it easier to talk to her. So I
only gave her my book. Was there an answer?
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I leave this list for now, that means I continue to collect, but
without publishing. I do not yet give up hope that the judiciary will be
interested in my finds.
And I'm afraid the CO2 tax is just the beginning ...
But a lot has also happened with the activists. Today we know
much more, our collective detective work is bearing fruit. We - and by this
I mean all those who are driven by their consciences and not oiled by the
public propaganda apparatus - are one step further when it comes to
exposing the unspeakable.
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So I would like to highlight and share three more news. Thank God
they are currently being discussed everywhere on the Internet, the word is
getting around. And they fit into the picture that I sketch in this book.
Also this time I should learn, as soon as I moved, i.e. I went so far,
until I met resistance and then looked, WHY there is resistance.
The publishing house has earned itself a bad reputation with the
book THE SYNAGOGUE OF SATAN. It was written by a British man
who worked for the secret service. But I think my publisher's reputation
was born with his pure intention: eleven years ago he founded a publishing
house with the intention of publishing system-critical books. There are
only a handful of such publishers in the whole of Germany and they are all
stamped RIGHT.
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What happened in the next days on the bigger stage was honey on
our mill and a milestone in the Enlightenment. Now I come to the former
ZDF journalist Dirk Pohlmann and his YouTube teammate Markus
Fiedler. Even if the mainstream stubbornly conceals their amazing actions,
it has changed the world. There is a before and an after. At least for those
who know what the two have accomplished. And that also fits too well
into this book.
We're talking about Wikipedia. Dirk and Markus have proved how
they say that the well of our knowledge has been poisoned. When we draw
our knowledge from Wikipedia, and more and more tend to do so, we
consume poisoned information.
In plain language: if we read about dog breeds, Formula 1 or
football, then Wikipedia is certainly a wonderful treasure trove.
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systems" and opposes pseudoscience, esotericism and conspiracy theories.
The operators as well as the authors of the website are anonymous.
Wikipedia
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Some people haven't figured it out yet. Some people don't want to
understand. And others must not understand it. But one thing struck me:
cuddly creeps lurk everywhere.
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And now, very recently, one of them, a YouTuber named Rezo,
took an unfortunate step further. He referred to the climate crisis and said
there was "only one legitimate attitude" (that of PSIRAM!).
If the climate crisis threatens the continuity of our lives, then - and
young people are supposed to believe this - there really is only one
legitimate attitude. After all, their survival is at stake ... so "climate
justice" will justify everything and anything, doesn't it?
And that brings us the third news, the beginning of the third act. It
started a few months ago with the new word "climate emergency". And
that was only the beginning. Still it is only the news that is being kneaded
in us daily. On the one hand tornadoes, droughts and floods. On the other
hand, more and more students who jump for their survival at (still) funny,
LOVE-PARADE like events, drink beer and leave garbage dumps behind.
Still, because they have not yet understood that there is only one
legitimate attitude left, yet they have not understood that call. And there is
still no end in sight. The next hailstorm, the next flood lurk around every
corner, the next crop failure unfortunately also, and the next Friday for
Future comes, as always after every Thursday.
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The climate emergency remains until we've all been brought to our
knees. And it is accelerated by the generational incitement. Extinction
Rebellion is just one step further into planned chaos, a gear harder than
Fridays For Future. Greta's battle cry HOW DARE YOU powers up the
youth and those who doubt the role of her holiness are showered with
mockery, but our little media star with praise, awards and honors.
How often have the media hammered into us what all this little, not
even quite healthy girl with her own will has created out of nothing. To
save us all!
Nothing would she have done without the tailwind of some very
powerful forces that she "accidentally" encountered. Adolf wouldn't have
been able to do anything without "that" support either. And in both cases
the traces of the supporters are documented, but still largely unknown,
because it is none of our business or is always dismissed as a right-wing
esoteric conspiracy theory.
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I would be so grateful if my book could get around to younger
people. Maybe there are still courageous teachers who want to read my
book in class. I also like to drop by and bring photos, films and cakes with
me.
In the end a quote from Herrmann Hesse, who was a great teacher
for me. Especially as a young man I internalized this sentence:
To whom fate comes from without, it kills, like the arrow kills the
deer. To whom fate comes from within and from his own most, it
strengthens him and makes him a god.
Tim Dabringhaus
October 12, 2019
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“If we don't announce disasters, no one will listen to us.” Sir John
Houghton, Chairman of the IPCC
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Appendix 1
https://jhaines6.wordpress.com/2012/12/25/a-special-day-december-25th-
as-we-celebrate-the-establishment-of-the-christ-consciousness-grid-and-a-
special-sharing-from-a-long-time-reader-tim/
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Merry Christmas dear Jean!
Here my five cents about the end of time, if you want to post it, I
would be honored,
I have not seen it, but I felt it. I was some 20 meters down in the
water, inside the Narrows, scuba-diving.
The ground was covered with tall plants, they all were bended
under the strong stream.
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perfectly in freeze frame. But there was some sort of rumbling coming in
that was not physical, it was some kind of energy building up and I felt it,
and seconds later the physical followed, and this enormous push came
back, this time just from the other side.
The plants bended now in the new direction and here we were on
the new ride with a new perspective. Some 15 minutes later we were back
at our cars.
As above as below.
The nine energies, and the evolution from the cell to internet, are
necessary tools* to bring us to oneness, and Carl Johan Calleman has
explained us how they have arrived in time and history, and that now these
tools are available to us.
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Courtesy of CJC.
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And look around: for the first time there is a whole new discussion
about real alternatives going on world-wide! The internet and films like
THRIVE are very important. All parts of the same puzzle, of the same
awakening.
And there are only two cosmic directions: away from each other or
toward each other. Separate or unite. Push or hug. Hate or love.
The new push that will come can’t be stopped – I have felt the
smaller version with my own body in the Skookumchuck Narrows – and it
will switch on our hearts.
Just as the plants all bowed in a new direction, we will now bow to
new values. There is no way around it anymore.
Merry Christmas
Yours,
Tim Dabringhaus
Five years and five months later, I can confirm that there is really
no way around it now. When I posted my contribution to Jean, I didn't
know anything about the unspeakable. And today I know that it is the
unspeakable that will bring about that long awaited turn. Must bring. And
if not, then good night beautiful world!
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The mockers who laughed about the Mayan calendar or who
wanted to scare us with the end of time, I would like to greet you again.
If I remember correctly, back in the Skookumchuck Narrows there
was a total standstill between the tide change that happens about every six
hours, which lasted a few minutes. A few minutes to six hours are ... how
many years to the larger cycle?
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Appendix 2
Col Tamzy J. House, Lt Col James B. Near, Jr., LTC William B. Shields
(USA), Maj Ronald J. Celentano, Maj David M. Husband, Maj Ann E.
Mercer, Maj James E. Pugh - Authors of the Research Paper entitled
Weather as a Force Multiplier: Owning the Weather in 2025,
Presented to Air Force 2025 (published in August 1996)
By global family, I mean the billions of people who inhabit the planet, -
the same planet with which you play sorcerer's apprentices -, and who rise
every day to face with dignity an ever more threatened survival by those
who in the name of power and greed have set themselves up as warlords of
the world, otherwise known as the international oligarchy and their
servants.
I have not seen in this document, nor in its predecessor Spacecast 2020,
nor in all the public documents of military projects aimed at controlling
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space and communications undertaken by the United States from 1958 to
the present day, a single paragraph of mindness on the ethics of ends, nor
on the possible consequences thereof for the planet and people's lives.
To cite the best known: Argus (1958), Starfish (1962), SPS /1968), Saturn
V (1975), SPS (1978), OMS - STS (1981), Transborder experiments 1985,
Mighty Oaks (1986), Desert Storm (1991), HAARP (1993), not to mention
the failed Star Wars experiments with President Reagan, or BMDO, with
President Clinton].
To each his own cross or his own government -, which amounts to the
same. But what those of us who are not part of the American citizenry
cannot understand is why the National Security of the United States means
the annulment of the national sovereignties of other countries, allies or not,
preventing them from effectively defending their own territory citizens
comprised. In the document "possessing the climate by 2025" you assert:
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framework such as NATO, membership in an
international organization such as the UN, or
participation in a coalition. Assuming that in 2025
our national security strategy includes weather-
modification, its use in our national military strategy
will naturally follow. Besides the significant benefits
an operational capability would provide, another
motivation to pursue weather-modification is to deter
and counter potential adversaries.
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intervention methodologies is limited only by the
imagination, but with few exceptions they involve
infusing either energy or chemicals into the
meteorological process in the right way, at the right
place and time. The intervention could be designed to
modify the weather in a number of ways, such as
influencing clouds and precipitation, storm intensity,
climate, space, or fog.
One of the most documented sections of this report is that which concerns
the modification and control of the ionosphere and the near space
environment, in order to increase communications, detection and
navigation capacity, as this is crucial for the battle space domain.
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such operations include low frequency (LF)
communication production, HF ducted
communications, and creation of an artificial
ionosphere]
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costs of these nanoparticles could be about the same
price per pound as potatoes.
Let's see however what the manipulation of climate in the hands of those
who have the resources could turn out to be: a cartel of rich and powerful
in South America, with climate modification technology acquired in
Russia, China, or the United States, could decide to take over the fertile
lands of a given region for free where peasants don't want to sell. The
powerful, with weather modification technology, could impose in that
region a prolonged drought incompatible with the survival of the
inhabitants. Their economic, social, productive, and family structures
disintegrate… In this situation a famine takes place that decimates the
population. And those who remain decide to migrate to other places in
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search of outlets for their own. - Weather warfare of powerful groups for
property stealing and promoting migration is not a fictitious scenario in
2025. It has been a reality for a decade in South American countries such
as Argentina!
Incidentally, society will not only have to pay individually and collectively
for the consequences of actions that put the planet at risk of destruction in
the medium term, and that threaten people's health and integrity in the
short term, but, in the opinion of the report's drafting team, society will
have to provide the resources and legal bases to develop a serious potential
for climate change. Can a society that has not been informed about these
activities, is unaware of these practices and their consequences, and has
not consented to them, pay such a price?
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advance. And all that ignoring legality, ignoring society, omitting to
establish a clear responsibility between the facts and their consequences,
reversing the cause and effect law, and disregarding the most elementary
precautionary principle. However, according to you:
Such a simplistic vision! The lessons of universal history seen from civil
society are quite different from those that can be drawn by the military and
their travelling companions, the international oligarchy. Civil society in
the 21st century is an educated society, it believes deeply in democratic
values that protect people's fundamental rights, and it rejects the perpetual
war dynamics of military industry and its corporate complex. It also rejects
the end justifying the means. Civil society in the 21st century has learned
the lessons of the atomic bomb and the nuclear industry. And that is why it
does not believe that the simple desire to achieve something legitimizes
acts contrary to life, nature, dignity and law, such as climate manipulation.
We believe that we only have one planet earth, which is our common
home, which deserves protection and respect, and which cannot be treated
like a clandestine laboratory by a bunch of psychopaths.
The global community believes in justice, peace, equity and the healthy
coexistence of races and creeds. Be sure that the civil society of the 21st
century, duly informed, will oppose climate manipulation in its immense
majority. And given the perversion of the use and abuse of the concept of
national security, it will succeed to subject to democratic and
parliamentary control all military research programs at the global level.
The civil society of the 21st century will know how to create the
international civil tribunals that will judge, in a New Nuremberg Process,
those directly or indirectly responsible, alive or dead, for these genocidal
activities, by action or omission. Because, as George Clemenceau said, we
believe that war is too serious a thing to leave to the generals. No doubt
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today I would also add that science, justice or politics are matters too
serious to leave in the hands of scientists, judges and servile politicians.
The civil society of the 21st century has work ahead of it, but it will know
how to live up to this historical challenge because its own survival
depends on it.
I bid you farewell with the proverb "it is better to turn back than to get lost
on the way", understood as the duty to rectify immediately on the part of
those who, having unilaterally, arbitrarily and deliberately taken a path
incompatible with life on the planet, for reasons of domination and profit,
have imposed it on the global society without its legal mandate,
knowledge, or consent.
Yours sincerely,
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Lord, I am waiting for your help.
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