A non-human entity has taken over the world and is preparing to turn all of humanity into slaves. Everything else is an illusion in the controlled demolition of the American Empire.
The ‘Snake Oil Heroes’ you think you voted for sell you meds to numb the spirit: Ozempic for the body, TikTok for the mind, and call it progress.
Then, they hand you “freedom tech” like ZCash, whisper privacy, while the same cartel codes the back door.
You see, the Matrix loves a controlled revolution; it writes both sides of the script.
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New York has a new actor/rapper as mayor and now the jews love a muslim?!
More about that in today’s vlog from Acapulco, Mexico where we celebrate my son turning 3 years old!
Trump isn’t the Peacemaker Saviour, he’s the Master of Fascist Capitalism.
Fascist capitalism is the perfect mask of modern control, tyranny sold as efficiency, slavery wrapped in a corporate logo. It’s not jackboots and salutes anymore; it’s quarterly earnings, ESG scores, and a thousand invisible terms of service.
Governments don’t need to seize companies when companies already are the government — the algorithmic state, unaccountable and unelected, enforcing obedience through money, medicine, and media.
It’s fascism without the flags, a merger of surveillance, finance, and ideology so seamless you don’t even see the bars of your cage. You just call it “progress.”
RFK Jr., isn’t the MAHA Messiah as it was advertised in the demon-cracy selections.
They’ve been fattening and fogging humanity for decades, fluoride in the water to dull the spark, chemtrails to choke the sky, Franken-food and seed oils to bloat the body, and Big Pharma pills to keep the spirit sedated.
But… neither the slow kill or Kill Gates and Pfizer’s plandemic death jabs have been working fast enough, so they rolled out a new “miracle” – Ozempic – the injectable salvation for the worshippers of ‘fast’ and ‘easy’.
Banned across Europe, and once flagged as toxic by the Trojan Wellness Ho(a)rse, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. himself, the MAHA Mage is suddenly in full support of handing it out like candy in the “free world.”
Because nothing says freedom like a subsidized syringe from the same system that made you sick, fat, and lazy in the first place.
Even the rebels get caught in the web.
When the awake ones try to escape through crypto, here comes the ZCash psyop, the illusion of privacy built on rails owned by the same system you’re running from.
Every “anonymous” transaction still whispers to the watchers.
Every rebellion is pre-programmed to be monetized.
That’s the beauty of the Matrix: it sells you the keys to your own cage and calls it innovation.
As a born again Christian operating in the 9 gifts of the Holy Sprit, it will be hard to understand much of what this cyber space ministry shares and equally hard to listen to Jeff Berwick.
A genuine Christian does not operate in fear embracing the slow death of vaccines known as the virus scam. Jeff has a great deal of truth however Jesus Christ does not appear to be the corner stone of his existence which is true for most church attendees in society.
The church is a 501(c)3 corporation for the corporate citizen, a hospital by all terms and all by design. It seems most attend church to put springs on their wagon to make the ride a bit smoother in this very short life it light of all eternity which is eternal.
A LETTER TO THE FREE HUMANS.
Once upon a future not far from now, there was a world that called itself free.
Children were born into it, given numbers instead of names, and enrolled by age five into “Citizen Development Centers.” The government called them schools, but the Others knew them as indoctrination camps.
For twelve years, they were taught obedience disguised as education.
They memorized facts, not how to think. They recited pledges, not truths. They learned how to work for systems they didn’t understand, to chase credentials that kept them forever climbing a ladder built against a wall that wasn’t even theirs.
At first, there were no taxes.
The early Republics had promised freedom – no man should be forced to labor for another. But the rulers discovered a trick – an ancient method known only to those who studied power: the Hegelian Dialectic.
Create the problem. Wait for the reaction. Offer the solution.
So, they manufactured crises: A war here, an economic collapse there, a “climate emergency,” a “health crisis.”
Each one more convenient than the last.
“We must all contribute,” they said. And so came taxation, first as a “temporary necessity,” then a “civic duty,” and finally a moral virtue. They taxed your labor, your purchases, your property… even your death.
And, to keep the Citizens docile, they built an empire of pills and potions.
For centuries, the illusion held.
People believed the government protected them; from war, from poverty, from disease, from each other. They didn’t notice the quiet transformation: every crisis conveniently expanding the reach of the grid. But then the cracks began to show.
- Markets collapsed under their own algorithms.
- Farms turned to dust under synthetic skies.
- And, the once-protected Citizens began to realize that safety was a prison in disguise.
The governments panicked. Their systems, bloated with surveillance and deceit, began to cannibalize themselves. To maintain control, they birthed the Digital Grid, a worldwide neural web linking every identity, transaction, and behavior to one’s Citizen Score.
Tax. Trace. Chip. Control.
Life and death became programmable.
In Canada Sector-12, Citizens could apply to die through “MAID” — the Medical Assistance in Dying Act. Officially, it was “compassionate euthanasia.” Unofficially, it was population management for those no longer productive to the State.
When the Digital IDs came, most lined up eagerly. After all, they were told it would make life easier: one scan for health, money, travel, and security. One mark, the Mark of the Beast System, binding every soul to the Empire of Code.
And so, willingly, they entered the cage.
But not everyone complied.
The Others did not fight the system head-on. They built outside it:
- They forged networks of trust and trade.
- They traded in precious metals, privacy coins, and promises.
- Pirate Chain. Monero. Cash: Invisible currencies for invisible people.
- They created their own health systems, not hospitals, but healing circles.
- They used magical TZLA frequency machines, herbs, sunlight, meditation.
- They learned that their Consciousness was not broken, only forgotten.
They formed entrepreneurial communities of voluntary exchange. No rulers, no central planners, only agreements between free people.
Each community was a spark, each barter a defiance, each conversation a doorway to freedom.
They gathered once a year at secret summits… Anarchapulco, Agoraforko, The Dollar Vigilante.
There they learned new ways to unplug from the Grid: encryption, sovereignty, homesteading, consciousness.
It wasn’t about running away. It was about remembering who they were, creators, not consumers. Souls, not Citizens.
The Beast began to starve.
The Beautiful Age of Humanity had begun.
Think about it for a second… If you could design your own 3D Video Game reality, what would it look like?
I have been working on this for years! And, my video game has gone through a few iterations.
When I was a young boy… and a teenager… and a young man… my first priority for gameworld was this: As long as it’s not boring!
And, yes, I would say I’ve lived a pretty adventurous life, from introducing rap to Deadmonton, Canada; making and losing millions; to wrecking my sailboat; sneaking onto Epstein island; appearing in a Jackie Chan movie’ escaping an angry girlfriend in Thailand; starting The Dollar Vigilante and meeting and falling in love with my magical wife in Mexico.
Then, a few years ago I realized that I need to move to another level of the game. This time, it wouldn’t be another shoot-’em-up dystopia or millionaire utopia, it would be an immersive consciousness quest.
Think open-world adventure meets spiritual awakening. The map wouldn’t just stretch across continents, but across timelines and dimensions, from ancient temples where the air hums with memory, to neon-lit cities ruled by algorithms and shadow elites. Every “level” wouldn’t just test reflexes, but awareness. To level up, I wouldn’t grind for loot, I’d focus on self-work, heal inner wounds and trauma, awaken dormant DNA, and reclaim forgotten truths about who I really am.
I realized that success in this world wouldn’t be about collecting trophies or conquering others, it would be about mastering myself. The scoreboard would track vibration, alignment, and integrity, not kills or coins.
In this world, you earn power-ups for acts of courage, empathy, and creativity. You learn ancient breathwork to access secret zones, decode sacred geometry to unlock portals, and connect to Source – the divine WiFi that never goes down. When you’re plugged into that, even the darkest battles can’t shake you, because you remember: This is a game of consciousness, not control.
Every belief is a line of code. Some were installed by family, school, media, old software running in the background.
Now you become the programmer. You use tools like meditation, journaling, or Braintap sessions to clear viruses of fear and install updates of gratitude, focus, and purpose.
The soundtrack changes from noise to silence. The colors brighten. You start seeing opportunities where the old version only saw threats.
You realize the goal was never to escape the game, but to wake up inside it. To move through the world as a conscious player.
That’s what real success looks like: sovereignty of mind, peace of soul, alignment with Source.The game goes on, but now you play with purpose.
Never forget; the greatest lie is 95% truth just as truth may only be attained through intimate relations with Jesus Christ and the wisdom of Scripture…
In His Service
John 8:32