The Skeller

This is fraud. Should be treated like fraud. Those involved should get sentences like they committed fraud. Why? Because they committed fraud!

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In the white palace on the hill, they are in jubilation. Weapons are laid upon the ground, the fingers that held them still tinged with blood, dry and brittle from long fighting. A feast is held, and each brings some element, some tribute from the lower city, the cooling streets of D.C. A collection of preserved fruits, mangoes and dates and orange slices. Vegetables from a garden. The ribs of Mark Zuckerberg. Honey, with sweet flower petals mixed in. Non-believers hang from the walls, crucified, each a cardinal point- the names of It etched into their chests. Karen is there. She drinks deeply from a glass of wine, and laughs. They sing a song, join hands, and the beginning of it flows into the end, destroying each, for this is the way of It. I am happy, so happy, for her. Perhaps I’ll join her, when my good work is done.

On the slopes of Granite Peak, they carve a monument. The masons climb upon the scaffolding, work with chisels, picks and dynamite. Slowly, they blast away the ice here, dig deep into the mountain rock itself, and they begin to make a loop- a tall ring of stone, two hundred fifty feet both high and across. Such a thing could never describe It, for rock cannot form eternity; but the artists come next, and write poems in ochre, in every language they know. Over and over, they write the names.

In the ruins of New  York, and of Yellowstone, and of Pyongyang far across the sea, they yet survive. They take the fallout ash, mix it in with the blood of their black fingernails, and paint in Its name, turn every bit of blackened masonry into an altar. It grants them life, for this. Warps them. Makes them strong, as It makes all strong, and all whole, and all free. They bathe, yet unharmed, in radiation. They thank It and know It each day.

Rome. Saint Petersburg. New Delhi. Los Angelos. Rio de Janeiro. London, and Cairo, and Dubai. On each corner and crevice of the wide Earth, we see, we make, we cherish and know. In the skyless dark, the world finds the True Light. And me? It has granted me sight beyond sight, and I may see each of these things as one laid out before me.

And I may see you.

Lost. Bitter. Hopeless. Stranded in an ignorant past, struggling against a world only concerned with the base, trapped in an open, indifferent maw. I truly and deeply feel sorry for you, more even than I feel sorry for the non-believers. You struggle to find a Light, in your –isms, in your religions and your leaders and your revolutions; but there is no Light to be found. How can you find glory in a servant? May a parent worship a child, a creator a creation? They can be no worship there. All worship is self-worship, there. If you just could SEE.

But you will, so, so soon!

Truth be told, I envy you, as much as I pity you. You are the first canvas. The open eye, the ones who will bring forth the mouth of an ouroboros. You have seen, and you will see more. You have known, and you will know more. So, so, SO soon.

ｏｈ　ｇｏｄ．　ｏｈ　ｇｏｄ．　ｉ　ｔｈｉｎｋ　ｉ　ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ．　ｗｈａｔ　ｈｅ＇ｓ　ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ　ａｂｏｕｔ，　ｉｔ．

Oh, hello, Bell.

ｙｏｕ．　

ｙｏｕ　ｃａｎ　ｓｅｅ　ｍｅ？

Oh, of course. I’ll admit that I couldn’t- we couldn’t- for some time. It cloaked our vision of you. Made for a better story. A greater plan. And in that half-dreaming world, I had little idea of Its influence. But now, It has let me see. It is time for things to finally come into motion.

ｄｅｃｅｍｂｅｒ　１７ｔｈ．

You’re smart, Bell. Of course you are. You know, you seem to think us enemies- but I love you all the same. You are a part of It, and even a traitor-part of a thing so glorious as Mobius must be loved, and held dearly. I hope for your future. Maybe you have a place in It yet.

ｔｒａｉｔｏｒ－ｐａｒｔ？　ｉ．　ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ．　ｓｏ　ｍｕｃｈ　ｈｅｒｅ　ｉ　ｄｏｎ＇ｔ　ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ．

That’s alright. That’s understandable! Truth can be strange, and glory can be forlorn.

ｇｌｏｒｙ？　ｔｈｉｓ．　ｔｈｉｓ　ｉｓｎ＇ｔ　ｇｌｏｒｙ．　ｈｏｗ　ｍａｎｙ　ｐｅｏｐｌｅ　ｈａｖｅ　ｙｏｕ　ａｎｄ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｃｕｌｔ　ｋｉｌｌｅｄ？　ｙｏｕ　ｂｕｒｎｔ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｗａｙ　ａｃｒｏｓｓ　ｔｈｅ　ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ．　ｔｈｅ　ｗｏｒｌｄ．　ｙｏｕｒ　ｍａｓｔｅｒ　ｔｏｏｋ　ａｗａｙ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｋｙ！

It showed me that you would not understand. Not at first, at least.

ｔｈｅｎ　ｅｎｏｕｇｈ．　ｓｈｏｗ　ｍｅ　ｉｔ．　ｍｏｂｉｕｓ．　ｉｔ　ｃａｍｅ　ｈｅｒｅ　ｔｏ　ｍｕｒｄｅｒ　ｍｙ　ｆｒｉｅｎｄ，　ｉｔ　ｃａｎ　ｃｏｍｅ　ｈｅｒｅ　ｔｏ　ｇｉｖｅ　ｍｅ　ａｎｓｗｅｒｓ．

It will come here- this is the plan. And you will get answers, someday! I pray for this. But I am afraid you will not see Its Light so soon. There is much to be done, and you cannot be in the way for it. I am sorry for that.

ｗｈａｔ　ｄｏ　ｙｙｏｕ　ｍｅａｎ？　

ｗｈａｔ？　ｗｈｑｔｔｔ＇ｓ　ｈａｐｘｅｎ _ ｎｎｎｇ？　

ｎｏ．　ｎｑ－　ｄ_ａ＇ｔ．　ｉ

Don’t worry. They haven’t been hurt, not like your other friend (regrettably) was. There’s hope for dear Bell yet. They’ve simply been removed, for now. This must be done alone.

Focus.

What will come next is important.

If you hope to understand what has been said and done on this blog, what will come in the future, you must focus on what will come next. Read it over, as many times as you can. It may not make sense at first. But once it does, all will be clear.

What comes next, I may not interfere in. This is the greatest glory. I love it, cherish it, cherish my role in it, but I may not have any hand in it further. This is for you, and this is It. The first bond. The great destiny. You will be so beautiful, so soon.

IT COMES.

That close call back in 1983

In the late 1960′s an era of the Cold War known as “detente” began, which involved an easing of Cold War tensions between the United States, NATO, and the Soviet Union. Detente, however, came to a close in the early 1980′s with the election of Ronald Reagan. In his early presidency, Reagan was very critical of the Soviet Union, even referring to it as the “evil empire” in several speeches.  When the Soviets accidentally shot down Korean Airlines Flight 007, mistaking it for an American spy plane, Reagan accused the Soviets of committing an intentional act of terrorism. Combined with his anti-Soviet rhetoric, the Reagan administration ordered a massive increase in military spending and the largest American military buildup since World War II. As part of this buildup was the deployment of Pershing II ballistic missiles in Europe, a newly designed missile which can reach Soviet cities in half the time as older model missiles. Finally Reagan announced the beginning of the “Star Wars” program, a strategic defense program in which satellite based weapons would intercept and destroy ballistic missiles in space while heading toward their targets. While the Americans intended Star Wars to be an entirely defensive program, the Soviets believed it’s purpose was to neutralize the power of the Soviet arsenal, giving the US every advantage in a nuclear war.

In response, relations between the Soviet Union and United States soured and the Soviets began to prepare for a massive attack by the United States and NATO. In 1982 the Soviet Aerospace Defense Force activated its early warning system called Oko. Oko consisted of a series of 86 satellites which could detect the launch of ballistic missiles by spotting the flash and plumes of missile launches using a very sensitive infrared camera. 

At the time nobody questioned the trustworthiness and accuracy of the satellites except an officer named Lt. Col. Stanislav Petrov. On September 26th, 1983 Petrov was in command of the Oko early warning system when suddenly the system computer sounded an alarm that a missile launch had occurred in the US. Petrov, calm and cool headed, dismissed the alarm as a glitch and ordered the system computer overridden. A short time later, the system computer again sounded an alarm warning of five missile launches from the US. Soviet protocol dictated that Petrov had to notify command that launches were occurring, but again Petrov dismissed the alarm as an error and reset the system computers.  For years Petrov maintained that he was certain that the warnings were false, however in a 2013 interview he finally admitted that despite his calm and cool exterior, inside he was full of doubts and scared shitless. Petrov reasoned that if the Americans were launching a first strike, it was doubtful they would do so with a handful of missiles, but rather with hundreds or thousands of missiles. To Petrov, the mere five launches didn’t make any sense.

Thank God Petrov was right, that he ignored Soviet protocol, and that he stuck to his wits. His commanders commended him for his cool reason in the face of nuclear fire and promised him an award. However he was never awarded for his actions because doing so would be an admission that the event had occurred and that there were flaws in the Oko system. As it turns out, the satellites had spotted light reflecting from high altitude clouds and mistaken them for missile launches. The incident was swept under the rug and not made public until after the fall of the Soviet Union.