We have 97 days left until the "Event".

Our Benefactors are far far more relentless, than I could ever be. I am in awe of them.

They have transcended, transfigured and translated to the point, where they could be sitting next to you invisible.

They choose to appear to me in a very special way.
I know instantly when they appear, visible or not.

We communicate in a telepathic manner.

They are very powerful.
Their DNA is in you, whether you choose to believe that or not.

I know it is in me.
I have passed all their tests, to get where I am at this very moment.

Not a single person on this planet will ever believe me.

I was born for this.
And I now know, after much pain, who I am, and what I must do.

There was a lot of denial.

In an instant, everything can change.
You must be always prepared, and come to terms with the Universe.

As well, for the very first time in this thread, Our Benefactors showed me visions of the planet.

They asked if I could handle the sheer death.
They showed me the planet post-flood.

I told them I could handle anything.
They don't care about your resume.

Bloated bodies and animals as far the eye sees.
They showed me the Lead Ship to lead the others.

The Fleets descend after a series of earthquakes, to evacuate the chosen Ones, who will go in training on other planets.

They will have a long rest.
They will live a long life, with allowance to reseed the planet.

The rest of the Chain will be reseeded.

All the defective Seeds will drown, or die in the Underground Cities. Our Benefactors will make the job the complete by their personal interaction, to avoid any Bad Seeds survival.

They will hunt down every single one.
The planet will be clean.

Does that sound insane?
Of course it does.

The planet has been reset many times in the past with advanced civilizations.

Even explorers who tried to colonize the planet.
They were ejected.

The only difference between this Reset and past resets, is that Our Benefactors thought they could "fix" you.

They told me so.

Everyone makes mistakes. Even the creators of intelligent Beings. It just happens.

The Universe was never perfect.
Shit happens.

But, but, this the Final Reset.
The new Seeds will fuse with very Good Beings from highly advanced planets, and then reseed Earth.

I have confidence in Our Benefactors.
It is rare for the Top Species to be evicted from a planet, but it happens.

Congratulations, Human Race.

The Human Race thinks its knows too much.
It doesn't know enough.
You are still a babe in the woods.


There is so much you don't know.
As well, you need to add Humility to your resume.
It will take you very far.

Our Benefactors told me so.
This is rare information, for they can find no conduits.

I told them, that they have a conduit in me, and that I completely reject religion.

I reject every single atom of it.

You must reject almost everything to open your mind.
If you don't open your mind, then you are the walking dead.

You should not even be alive, and I mean that.
That is ruthless.

Our Benefactors love that about me.

Hi, i am incel and haven't had sex in over a decade. I have loads of sperm to donate go higher beings.
Please consider me.

If you lie, you will drown.
You will end up in a gay astral Realm, where lube doesn't exist.

Be careful for what you wish for.

In many of these astral Realms, rules do not exist.
The damage they do to your Ego, is far worse than any physical threat.

They revel in emotional torture.
They love to do crowd-shaming.
They will rip in less than 3 seconds upon your arrival.

This is what they live for.

I handle them perfectly.
This was part of my apprenticeship.
They make prison look like kindergarten.

As well, they can project images to shame you.
They use every trick in the book, and that book is huge.

This is worse than a gauntlet.
In the astral realm, they know your past and weakness, and use every bit of shaming material.

You don't let them.
You must be prepared to die there.
There is other way.

It is far worse than a physical planet, for there is no code of conduct.

They will anally rape you, and talk about your family.

They could never defeat me, because I always turned the tables on them. When I exposed their fear, they ran away.

They knew they met a block of steel.
And I didn't give one fuck about their existence.

Please teach me and make me your apprentice

How do I know if I am the chosen one?

That will never happen.
Once my job is done here, I'm long gone.

Just ask questions and they will be answered in many ways.
You will be surprised.

You, and you alone, are the best teacher you will ever know.
There is absolutely no doubt.

You mean one of the chosen to board the Fleets?

You will know, when the time is perfect.
There are those who already know now.
Every human is in a unique situation.
And that requires different approaches by Our Benefactors.

You are not shoved like cattle onto some ship.
Contrarily, you are given complete choice.
I don't know where this demonic narrative originated, but it is false.

Our Benefactors are highly spiritual Beings.
You share their DNA.

Are they flawless?
Of course not.

The Main Difference between them and you is this:

They don't Judge.
You Judge.

Who has advanced?

Your monetary system is a complete Anomaly throughout the Wide Universe, and a rarity.

It is often used in a Caste System, where Value means absolutely nothing.

It doesn't mean it doesn't provide Value in your current system. You simply have no other choice.

I am talking light years ahead.
This is the Future, looking back on the Present.

Though, really, there is no Past, Present or Future.
Everything is happening at once, in the Present.

Time does not exist.
It just doesn't.

This is how Our Benefactors appear-at-will.
They assume any shape, form or manifest appearance.
They could travel millions of light years in an instant.
Very very easily.

They paid the price.
You are never Judged.

It doesn't matter if you're a laughingstock.

It does not matter.

Transcendence is instilled in you, and many fall by the wayside.

It just doesn't matter.
You will get there.

Nobody is left by the wayside, unlike your Species.
If you make a simple gesture, you call yourself Saints,
when nothing could be further from the truth.

Every single fault is leveraged in this Society, for Gain.
And nothing else.

That means almost everything is a lie.
You live in a false world.
(With exceptions)

Many would rather see you dead, than to merely succeed.
I am a living example.

Hybrids are here to teach the world.
And reveal your ways.

But, under no circumstance, do you defeat a Hybrid.
They are protected by the Universe.

Canada?
Where their citizens throw garbage at their leader?
A country with no individuality?
(Save for a few)

Where you were arrested for questioning Covid?
A pawn of the UK?
A carbon copy of the UK?

I could go on.

You can joke all you want.
You are the butt of the joke.

To your neighbors in the Milky Way Galaxy, you are simply a laughingstock. I've been saying this forever.

There is no Grace about you.
And what little there is, is very rare.

I don't Judge you, nor does the Universe.
In fact, your sense of Judgement is what got you here.
All of the wars, religion and broken hearts.
Betrayal as far as the eye can see, and beyond that.

You simply leave it alone.

All of the physical Craft anybody has, does or will witness, has nothing do whatsoever with the Benefactors.

Some of these crafts come from astral Realms, trying to usurp any little advance you earn.

There are entities that are jealous of you, in these self-imposed Hell like conditions. They feed on any freedom that you may acquire, because they are clingers in every way, shape and form.

They mirror you very well.

So in a sense, when you call Crafts "demonic", you are only half-way there. Some are good at the "projection".
They are possessed of themselves.

Call them trapped Souls. They are not evil.

But many Crafts here are from many benign advanced civilizations merely here to take notes.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

There is only Rest in the Heart, and nothing but the Heart.
And Everything propagates Forward from That.

And there is no Real Rest, but That.

No amount of Chaos defines me.
No amount of Order defines me.

Nor ever will.

On a planet, where someone will kill you for $100 dollars.
Where nations war over money.
Where life has no value.

Surely as the surest, money goes to Zero on this planet.
Either prior, or a priori.
It is going to happen.

It goes to the grave with Human Species.

Science Fiction doesn't save you.
You have degraded your logic.
And left the Heart.

There is no God.

You share the pain of Loneliness with All-That-Is.
There is never Death anywhere and everywhere.
There isn't the slightest doubt.

I don't care if you believe me or not.
If you're not reminded of it, then you will be.

You have to be blinded not only by the dazzling Light, but by Nothingness Itself.

Goodness never defines Itself, as "Goodness".
No more than a cat, sitting on a ledge, staring me straight in the eyes, "defines" me.

It is just sitting there.
It is not judging me.
I'm not judging it.

That just happened.
A cat staring at me.

Sacrifice is just a mere word, until you live it.
Or die from it.