For those so inclined....

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I pledge allegiance, to the God

Who created the world I inhabit

And to His kingdom, forevermore

One Sovereign, the One True God

Who provides liberty and justice for all,

And mercy to those who serve Him faithfully.

All,

I had to start over with a new username, and apparently my posts aren't getting widely seen anymore. I've been told that the way to remedy this is to "participate more", which I don't really want to do, because I really only have one message I need to be seen here.

So, I'm going to repost this a couple times a day until I've "participated" enough to not have my posts destined to oblivion. I apologize if this is annoying to some people.

Please look at this. It's properly sauced, and there's much, MUCH more I can share if people show an interest and a sincere desire to research the topic. I believe understanding this story will be key to understanding what's going on in the world right now:

https://greatawakening.win/p/16a9lke4LF/its-all-about-them-skull-and-bon/

Thanks.

thePhysician

I'm going to share something here that the majority of people will be completely unprepared to accept. That's okay, there might be one or two who understand, and that may be all we need:

Please look up how many times the word "subtle" or "subtil" shows up in what you consider to be God's word (this is an exercise for Christians, although I love all my God-fearing brothers and sisters out there. And you'll need to look for one or the other, depending on what version of the Bible you use - KJV uses "subtil", other versions use "subtle").

How many results do you see?

How is the word used?

Do you know how to study your scriptures in the original languages they were written in? Or in the earliest translated languages (think Martin Luther, here)?

If you do, tell us about what you see. How is the word ALWAYS used?

What number did you come up with in your search? 12?

What if were to tell you the real number is 17.

What would you say?

I'll be back in awhile to check in and see if there's anyone here prepared to engage on this topic.

Have a wonderful day - each and every one of you!

It's healthy to be able to laugh at oneself, and so, in that spirit, may I offer:

A Christmas Conspiracy by J. Wolsey Riggs

12-17-2022

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Because he was dead.

Murdered.

Yes, murdered.

By the man you all love and worship so much, you brain dead sheep.

Yes - that man.

The one you call "Saint" Nicholas.

Oh, laugh all you want, but I KNOW St. Nick murdered my friend the mouse.

How?

I'm glad you asked.

You remember that song, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus?"

Do you know who wrote it?

No, no - not who they say wrote it.

Who really wrote it?

My friend the mouse.

That's right, the mouse. Everybody knows that all the popular songs that make the most money are written by rodents. It's true. Look it up.

Oh, sure... you laugh now. But do your research, and you'll see it's true. If they haven't erased the evidence yet.

Anyhow, back to my story.

It was a cold Christmas Eve and my friend the mouse crept out to grab a little nibble of one of Santa's cookies (little did he know who he was messing with).

As he scurried along the baseboards he suddenly heard a sound, and froze. Was that crafty cat after him again?

No, this was a different sound.

Giggling.

Smacking lips.

A "Ho, ho, ho" that sent shivers up and down my mouse friend's spine.

Peering around the corner, being veeeery, veeeeery careful not to be seen, he looked over towards the Christmas tree. And there it was:

That giant human they call "Mommy" kissing Santa Claus.

My mouse friend was so surprised that he let out a little squeak. Santa's head whipped around and my mouse friend knew he was in BIG, BIG trouble. He managed to get away that night due to his superior speed and agility (we humans are SO big and clumsy - the alien master race made us that way so we couldn't ever rebel), but can you really run from Santa Claus?

No.

No, you cannot.

Our story would end there but Mortimer (that's the mouse's name, of course) made another fatal mistake: he ran straight to the room of the human they called "Grandma" and told her all the sordid details of what he had witnessed.

Grandma was, of course, livid (and yes, OF COURSE humans can talk to animals. How do you think we learned how to create fire?!?). Her beloved son's wife was cheating on her little Johnny, with the FAT MAN HIMSELF.

Immediately, Grandma put her boots on and headed out to make the long walk to the police station. There was no way she was going to let Santa, and that floozy daughter in law of hers, get away with this.

Well, we all know what happened next.

That's right.

Grandma got "run over by a reindeer".

Which we all know is just the symbolism they use to communicate with each other. I'd go into the details, but children might be reading this, so let's just put it this way: I don't know how they can say Grandma got run over by a reindeer, WHEN THERE WAS NO BODY FOUND at the "crime scene". Have you ever seen an autopsy for Grandma? And where's Grandma's laptop? I've got three letters for you: F-B-I. I mean, at first theey said they didn't have the laptop, and now they want to keep its contents secret for 1,000 years? What could Grandma possible have on there that would take a thousand years to analyze? Can you say "cover up"? Of course not. You think the "men in black" are still here to protect us, not put us all in the camps they've created at good old Wally-Mart.

Anyway, if you've been paying attention, you probably already know who I am by now.

That's right: I'm Johnny, former husband of "Mommy" and son of "Grandma".

What do you mean, you don't believe me? Do you not remember the words to the song?

"Walking home from our house Christmas Eve..."

You think "home from our house" means "home from our house"? HAHAHAHAHA. Normie.

Haven't you ever read "The Symbolism of North Pole Cultures"? "Home from our house" is a clear reference to "walking FROM her son's house to the POLICE STATION". I'll send you the translation from Eastern Ancient Nordic slater on - seriously, look into it. DEEP rabbit hole. Wait, why are you laughing?

Fine. You don't believe me. But could you at least try to keep up? Or at least wipe that silly grin off your face. I know you'd rather watch your Mockingbird media or local sports ball team, but this is serious. I mean, now Santa's after ME.

STOP. LAUGHING.

You think I'm joking?

You think I WANT to be here in this little dive bar in this one horse town talking to YOU? I was supposed to be the world's greatest ice sculptor - and I would have been, if it wasn't for THEM! Now look at me - you think a man who has lost his pinky to Santa's top spy has any shot of ever winning the Ice-Capades Award? NO! NEVER! No great ice sculpture has ever been created by a man with four fingers, and even I'M not that good.

I'm ruined, ruined I tell you - and all because my wife got seduced by that con-artist, "Saint" Nick!

What's that? Who is Santa's top spy? Do you EVER read a book that's not published by one of the "families"? It's Jack Frost, of course. Kills thousands (I've heard millions) every year.

Yes, I KNOW that THEY call it "frostbite" and "hypothermia". That's what they WANT you to believe. It's how they CONTROL you. Millions of people every year, hunkering in fear inside their houses, all because THEY tell you that COLD WEATHER can harm you. EVERYBODY KNOWS that cold weather is the KEY TO ETERNAL LIFE. Which is why THEY own Antarctica. I mean, what's it going to take to wake you up?

What. You don't want to hear anymore? You can't handle the truth?

Fine.

Just remember me when you see "jolly old St. Nicholas" doing the perp walk down at Sing-Sing Correctional Facility. Not like be there long. Can you say "Jeffrey Epstein"? Yes, that's exactly what I'll mean. Whose do you think was the first number in Ghislaine Maxwell's "little black book".

You know exactly what I mean.

But it doesn't matter.

Everybody knows this isn't about cookies, or kisses, or even funny little elves that "just so happen" to have black belts in jew-jitsu. Oh, excuse me... I mean, jiu-jitsu. Silly me. Certainly no "coincidences" there, amiright?

No, this is about GOOD versus EVIL.

RIGHT vs. WRONG.

God vs. "Santa"

Or should I say, God vs. "SATAN". You know they're just mocking us. THEY have to tell us what they're going to do before they do it - it shows we deserve to be on the naughty list, and then they can turn us into their ACTUAL elves - you know, the ones who have to do all the work, and never get a day off to go sledding. It's horrific - I hear all the factories are subterranian, and connected by tunnels the size of 747s. I've even seen some video - but I'll admit, it was a bit grainy.

You're not even listening anymore, are you?

Fine.

Go back to sleep, sheep. They'll wake you when their ready to cull you - all 90% of you who WON'T WAKE UP.

But listen to me, and I mean this:

Whatever you do, don't take the blue pill.

Or the black pill.

Or any other pill than the red pill.

Because THAT movie was telling the truth - although I can't figure out how they slipped it past THEM. Must have been some white hats in Hollyweird that turned on the cabal. Or a government op. Yes, I know I told you before that the government is entirely corrupted, and full of lizard people, but OBVIOUSLY there's still a few good men left out there. I mean, "trust Wray", right? RIGHT?

Well, I've got to keep moving. Santa's got eyes everywhere. Can't stay in one place for too long or it's game over for old Johnny.

Yes, cameras. In the walls. In the furniture. On your phone. Heck, they don't even try to hide it anymore. That's why I'm learning about facial recognition software, and how to trick it into thinking I'm on THEIR side. Deep fake their deep fake, if you know what I mean.

Sure, sure, laugh it up. I'm out of here. Look, if anyone comes around asking about me, you just tell them this:

We've got your emails, Santa. And your list. And we know who's REALLY naughty, and we know who's nice, and WE'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!!!