They’re trying to pull a “Reichstag.”
We all can see that, right?
18.09.2025 05:03
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They’re trying to pull a “Reichstag.”
We all can see that, right?
It’s getting real bad on twitter, you guys. The entirety of MAGA is ready for civil war, and there are hardly any opposing voices to drown out the mob.
If you’re open to queries when I’m finished with my book, I’ll send one your way. Magitech, goggles, airships, weird retrotec features heavily, cosmic horror/body horror is one of the main vibes, and the intersection of magic, faith and tech is part of the scaffolding of the entire story.
I’m really not thrilled that the rest of us are going to be forced to ride the “fuck around and find out” train along with MAGA.
It’s going to take generations for our allies to trust us again.
What are UFOs? I think my dog knows. (A cross post, from X/twitter) #UFOsky
Elon Musk is like the arsonist who believes he can burn down only half a house.
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From John Keel’s UFO Dictionary.
#ufosky
“The UFOs are coming out of the ocean” seems to be the thing that’s finally catching the public’s attention.
This makes sense - it’s like the #disclosure version of “the call is coming from inside the house.”
I’m here for it.
Word for word what I have been saying for a looooooong time - 💯🎯
I was scared, but it seemed like somehow “calmness and compliance” were projected into my head so I wouldn’t freak out. The entire ship smelled like a swimming pool - like a chlorine type of smell, which strikes me just as odd now as it did when I was a kid lol
Nice to be here!
That’s awesome!
I have it sitting right next to me on my desk. One of the coolest things anyone has ever done for me.
Also unnervingly accurate. 😵💫
Yup - the insane degree to which you always seemed to trigger them definitely means you were doing something right 👍
The YouTube link is down, all others still work:
🔗YOUTUBE👇🏼
youtu.be/Woj9aVT6ClI
🔗RUMBLE👇🏼
rumble.com/v50t6d8-s4e89-…
🔗BITCHUTE👇🏀
bitchute.com/video/JkuSRe0h
🔗ITUNES👇🀀
podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/t…
🔗SPOTIFY👇🏀
open.spotify.com/episode/5bZRP…
#uap #UFO #abduction #UFOsighting
If you’re interested, I did an interview with a friend where I talk all about it. There’s a short prayer at the beginning of the video, though I’m not religious at all - that’s just how my friend starts her videos, which I had no problem respecting. Links below:
As I said - the experience left me with more questions than answers.
Nowadays, I find that this story I was fed as a child fits a bit too neatly with existing UFO lore.
It makes me wonder if some of the disinformation being spread about the phenomenon is being spread by NHI themselves.
According to the NHI answering my questions, these deals were for technology, in exchange for letting these others abduct and experiment on humans.
At the age of 10 I didn’t know what to make of this.
I asked if there were any others visiting our planet, he said there were, some “local” to this time period, others not, and that while his group didn’t interact with any of the other groups here, he heard rumors of deals being made between the others and our government.
He said they came back to our time to study humanity at the point just before “humans began integrating technology into their bodies.”
I’m not sure if I believe them about their stated origins and purpose, but it’s what he said.
When I was 10, I finally worked up the nerve to ask one of them questions about who they were and what they were doing on our planet. They told me they were from the future, and considered “Earth Humans” to be their “ancient ancestors.”
After that I’d be returned to my back yard. They would usually “beam back down” with me, and watch as I walked back inside. My parents and younger brother never woke up.
The entire neighborhood always felt eerily still.
Sometimes I’d have to strip down and lay on the table, where I’d be scanned, poked, and prodded, other times I’d be led out of the room and taken to other rooms where I’d be asked to play with blocks, or told to try and move a large cube without touching it.
They would lead me underneath the craft, and then a bright light would shine downwards. It was blinding.
When the light faded and my vision returned, I would find myself on board, usually in a white room with a table that sat near the left corner of the room.
They would lead me out of my bedroom, through the living room, and out the glass patio doors into my backyard. A craft would be waiting, hovering over the yard just above the tree line of the creek that ran through the neighborhood.