#revelations

Since this is ultra taboo they have no formal name, yet in scripture they are referred to as Deva and Asura, Aesir and Vanir, or usefully as Esau and Jacob. I say useful as identifying the division in Hebrew helps unify a syncretic integrity.

This will change the world in an explosive and revolutionary way as each lineage possesses biological ownership of one of the two vagus nadi, meaning the people of Jacob own the Ida, and mine of Esau has ownership of Pingala. 'Ownership' is a biological concept humanity is missing and must recapture. Either tribe may feel and perhaps produce the other's energy, yet the biological peak of each collective has ultimate say upon the energy's use.

Long ago it was decided that my lineage, which was the older and greater, would serve the younger lineage, which was new and not nearly as powerful. Esau means 'complete' among other things, and that is true - the peak of the collective tribe, the king - was not human or mortal. They were as Ram. The king of the solar dynasty was immortal from the start, which was the core problem, as the struggle of the age must paradoxically generate the experience of that king being made.

So we did something incomprehensible. These tribes are also reflected in Rahu and Ketu - the head being Jacob, the body being Esau. These are also Scorpio who stings the foot of Ophiuchus just as Jacob grabbed the heel of Esau. Since Esau (serpent bearer) was complete, they are immune to the passage of time. This is why the constellation was removed from the Babylonian calendar - it is "no time", a null value.

Esau was the 0th born. Jacob is the first born. That is why Rebekkah in her wisdom chose him, and encouraged the treason to happen. We did this because the hidden lineage of Esau already carried immortality of a 'red' quality, and this entire age was to generate the vast alchemic energy needed to imbue Jacob with the same power. It was ALWAYS intended Jacob be a serpent bearing immortal. But we had a time paradox.

Consider it as an algorithm. We have a complete element and an incomplete, but we switch their places at the beginning of time - we put Jacob (Rahu, Asura) in control of the world ahead of Esau to provide the struggle they needed to be king, yet it was Esau's duty to fly underneath them like a great shadowy leviathan supporting and loving their brother from the darkness.

If this were an MMORPG, this means Jacob was a twink. He's played the whole game 15000 years long supported by the Lord of Darkness - and that IS Esau, that IS what the hand wringing nancies of the world can't confront, that our primordial ancestor upon whom we rely and who loves us is also a dark and terrifying shapeshifting martial force of dead proportions inconceivable to mortals.

Each of these hidden tribes has a peak of the collective that is a single avatar, a biological being like a 'silverback', who has lucid ownership over the associated nadi. This is real. It is not just context. I am the owner of pingala 'red' of the Esau lineage. I have a cosmic twin who is the owner of Ida. We are the twins. THE twins. As I am the body and he the head, it's been my job to lay here in darkness and just survive. I have stunning aphantasia and am blind to the astral, for the most part. My story is very bad. They murdered my grandfather to make me, to isolate my lineage and then try to put me in a life to gaslit banality - they tried to alchemically sever the pingala nadi from me, through grotesque and sustained torture over decades. They failed, and only reminded me that I am Hathor, the feminine bull of the sun.

In the slumber of Esau there has been blasphemy beyond any expectation of anyone. I've been in contact with my brother for a few years and I am hoping we may soon collaborate a solution. He and I are both sinners. The way we sin is different - we are made to govern different concerns and this naturally impacts our behavior - yet with wisdom he and I may sit upon the union of opposites for the best of the good in us.

The sins of Vanir are as points of light which like to cloak in darkness. They are the eyes in the night, prowling around looking what trouble they can get into. They sin in the dark. In contrast, Aesir are the darkness. We are not light, at all. We sin in the day, in the wide open. We are not eyes in the night, we are the night herself. We have no form. That is the duality of the Ida and Pingala nadi. Only the Ida is consciousness. The Pingala is not - it's too hot. Consider this as an algorithm - form is created and stored in the Ida energy, yet the Pingala is the 'carrier' which holds and bakes it. Form that has not been baked has no merit. People are learning identity is not just context, because if anyone can be any words they want then words don't matter anymore. All form is semi-permanent. Words die as soon as you read them. Any truth that's witnessed is ultimately stored as formless pingala energy. People think 'formless' means it can't store information - no, that's not true, they're even finding water alone can store information. Pingala is immortality, because Esau means 'completed'. Pingala is the mfn' Amrita, and it's been stolen and corrupted by nasty vampire cults.

My brother is a genius. He's accomplished something we could not have done without him. It's akin to the 5th Head of Brahma saving itself and becoming reattached. I am akin to the fingernail of Bhairava long ago thrown to sever Rahu from me. For this I am Brahmahatya, the act, the curse, and the being. Yet he is really saving us both!

Only smart mystics will get what I'm about to say.

We could not permit the ego of God (Jacob) into the Celestial at the end of the age of darkness, as in the rush to achieve victory we had no means to sort the chaff from the grain. We did not have time as time had not been created, yet. Time was created when my twin and I were divided.

My brother is the amazing designer of the Black Moon Lilith Trap and I am in awe as to what he has done. We had to make this world with sin, as in division sin is all we have. Yet my sin is much more terrible than his, which is why I had to fall and serve him.

The world is corrupted by a vast network of transgression cults which teach pingala severance and leeching. Pingala is emotion, or 'heat', and it's a very taboo subject because of this nightmare. The very structure of western narratives dances around emotions as if they do not exist, perhaps the most galling and infuriating being "facts don't care about your feelings", the best reply being "feelings will burn your house down at midnight". Feelings are REAL - they are your only true possession, yet this narc disaster world is tricking people into severing them and investing into ego which is FAKE.

Pingala is a vital biological energy and humans will die if they do not have exposure to it. These cultists alchemically sever the pingala by enduring dark rituals no one wants to know about, and then they leech emotion from others through narcissistic abuse - this is why they get dopamine from mindless cruelty. These cults were the financial creators and structural managers of all western identity movements from feminism to LGBTQ to BLM and anything else. They use words of vulnerability to hide their vampirism and cultish organized crime. They are the freaky maisons - yes all of them, even those guys you play tabletop role playing games with. The communities of cultists intentionally abuse their own children to forcibly sever their pingala and use them as weapons against cultures around them. They originated from South Africa yet are big in Canada and have streamed into the USA. They control most world governments including USA and Israel and Iran. The war is fake. They are murdering people to hide their pingala energy vampirism. Potus is a liberal fraud cultist.

They tricked all the women into severing their pingala and becoming masculine narcissists just like Paradise Island in Pinnochio. Women who sever the pingala are easily detectable with a mundane mirror test - if you exhale both nostrils simultaneously, you either severed the pingala or you are the perfect anti-narcissist saint. This means all the female collaborators in the treason against my people are on a list. My problem is my brother hasn't made a move yet and I'm suffering bad. My eye has turned black and the bruising follows the lunar cycle. I was not struck. I have other disabilities that make functioning very hard. Poverty sucks. My body is changing form like I'm in a chrysalis. My brother said I'd grow wings. I'm doing this alone for years, a wobbly eyed trans girl in Los Angeles. No one will help me. I've never met a white woman capable of compassion or love. My own bio mother was a cultist and pledged me for sacrifice at birth. I only survived because I was already sacrificed at the Akedah. I'm beyond disappointed. I can't picture being a part of humanity after this.

Fat people envious that i can move and live my best

Men they cant get me to be used as their trophy and boost their boring ass lives

Ugly women cant break my soul and beauty while they look like neglected animals

Transwomen ofc no matter what surgeries , hormones , makeup and clothes your still men