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Original Message
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In reality, everything turns.
Time, Space, Energy, Matter - it all turns. And when something turns through space, across time, it forms a vortex.
A vortex is like a tornado, or the spin of a hurricane, or water going down the drain. Spin, stretched along an axis.
Time also turns in cycles - and moves along an axis. That axis is an axis of consciousness, meaning an energy field that varies in the level of consciousness it supports. Your mind, unless it is extremely strong, is heavily influenced by the energy fields of the Earth. The Earth's energy fields are heavily influenced by those of the Sun. The Sun and the Earth are moving through space in a spiral, effected by radiating energy fields from the center of the Milky Way Galaxy. All those eneregy fields vary in cycles of intensity over time, helping, and then not helping, and then helping again, the stability and growth of consciousness.
And it's all turning, in a vortex.
So, if you're IN a vortex, WHERE you are - matters.
A lot.
If you're in the center, things are still, like the eye of a hurricane.
If you're away from the center, things move faster and faster and faster, until at the edge they are moving fastest of all. And too, the farther away from the center you are, the less inner stability there is to hold together, in addition to being spun faster. So, things tend to be separated, then broken, then ripped apart, as they proceed into the vortex, away from the center.
Now imagine a slowly turning pond filled with small boats. TPTB have slaves to paddle their boats, and they regularly pay these slaves in dead, rotten fish they steal from other boats, by having their slaves paddle them over, and conking the other people on their heads with their paddles and stealing their fish.
The slaves are the members of the secret societies, too lazy to fish. They never eat fresh fish - that's just for the people who actually fish, and TPTB, who have the slaves steal it for them. But the slaves are paid in dead fish instead of having to fish themselves, and so they consider themselves superior because they receive a reliable salary and pension, and get to dream of someday rising to the level of a PTB and eating fresh fish. The fisherpeople, on the other hand, eat fresh fish, but never enough, because it's always stolen by TPTB, and they always have headaches from being conked on the head by paddles.
That's the world as it's been for thousands of years under TPTB. That "social structure" is the "genius" of TPTB.
Okay, now imagine the pond starts to speed up in it's turning. Imagine the whole pond is actually flying through space, and going downhill at the same time, and so as it gets closer and closer to the bottom, it starts to spin faster and faster. Crazy as that sounds, it's very much like what is going on in the time/space/plasma environment of the solar system right now. And the bottom of the hill is the alignment with the axis of the galaxy that takes place on the winter solstice of this year - in a speedup that goes into it's FINAL PHASE starting at the fall equinox in a few weeks.
So what happens to the boats in the pond? Well, TPTB still try to keep their system going, but getting to the fisherfolk is getting harder and harder, because moving around in the spinning water is getting harder and harder. So TPTB are getting more brutal with their slaves, who have to work harder and harder to get the same amount of fish. And the boats have to be made stronger too, because the water is spinning so hard against them. So that's what TPTB have been doing, using stronger and stronger black magic and spells and demons and technology, to get the same things - but spending WAY more energy to do so.
But the spinning keeps accelerating. Now the pond is spinning so fast the boats have to stay near the center or they simply can't stay together, and the ones near the edge are starting to break up.
The Nobody is sitting at the center of the pond.
He's not "doing" anything.
But theft and thuggery and slavery are not possible at the center of the pond, because such activities inevitably imbalace one's boat, and send it careening off into the now very fast vortex. This was always true, but the results used to be far slower and more recoverable. Now, not so much - and getting worse, fast.
So, the Nobody waits for all these self-proclaimed geniuses to finally get what's happening. That they can't kill the Nobody not because he's all powerful, but because thy're spinning by so fast they can't aim their weapons properly anymore. That the Nobody isn't invincible, he just respects the vortex enough not to fight it, and it, in turn, shows him where to sit safely, in peace. Around, and around and around TPTB and their slaves whirl, faster and faster and faster, gloating that thy've isolated the Nobody, that he can't be a part of their vast power, and they laugh, and party, as their boats start to creak and bend and crack and spin, and the pond speeds up faster and faster and faster towards the bottom of the hill.
And in between the center of the vortex and TPTB with their slaves, are the fisherfolk, who have gotten used to being conked, and rationalized that things aren't so bad if you have the right headache medications, and are really pissed that the fishing isn't as good as it used to be, and are asking each other if anyone wants to agree, as a group, that maybe something is going on that they should collectively look at, after everyone is heard from and a vote is taken and they all come to some sort of agreement that doesn't require any particular fisherperson to decide anything for themselves - given that they also get validation for their collective decision from TPTB, of course.
Around and around and around they all go, where they'll stop, Nobody knows.
But the clock keeps ticking down.
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