Event Day plus Two Moons

Goodbye President Carter, Hello Asteroid Apep

So, it has been two lunar months since Event Day, which I identified via channel four of the Wow! signal as 16/11/24.

Somewhat obviously to most, nothing discernible seemed to happen on that day. For some, this would’ve seemed like a disappointment. I’m sure the cabal, however, were somewhat relieved. Well, more fool them. As I intimated at the time, this date could be viewed as a kind of deadline date, meaning what happens in the future depends entirely on the human state of affairs at that time. The future is, indeed, now set, in other words.

It has become clear to me now, after all, that the human world is not going to change its path, or wake up and finally resolve its fundamental problem. That fundamental problem is – or should be – blindingly simple to discern and comprehend. Namely, the world is governed by a minority social group composed of psychopaths, aided and abetted by the sociopathic minions. That social group is a distinct cultural identity which follows an ideology which can be identified and described by words like feudalism and fascism. They think of themselves as some kind of master race with a right to dominate. As such, their attitude towards everyone else is identical to racism. Everyone else is the out-group, whose only purpose is to be serfs or slaves.

And there is none so enslaved as he who does not know they are enslaved. As someone once observed. Likewise, all it takes for this monstrous group to flourish is for everyone else to do nothing about it. This unforgiveable tolerance is the fundamental reason, or historical explanation, for this current state of affairs and also the reason why it shall not change and the future is set.

Depressing, isn’t it? Of course it is. And the reason it is so depressing is because some of us can readily visualise how a world could be beautiful and wonderful for all. The solutions are simple and should be blatant common sense. Destroy the monsters and destroy their ideology along with it. It is an inhuman, or anti-human, ideology, after all. It is anti-spirit and soul-destroying. It does not become a lovely species. Or a lovely planet. There should, and could be zero tolerance for these monsters and that ideology.

And that is how it is in the galaxy.

Constant surveillance, intervention, and quarantine where necessary is the prime directive.

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But enough of that.

Naturally, one shouldn’t discount the possibility that my interpretation was all wrong, despite the mathematics harmonising. But it is certainly true that the sequence 16-11-24 can be read differently. A simple numerological reduction gives you 7-2-6. Let us write that instead as 72-6, and the whole thing becomes clear. 72-6 is essentially telling the recipient that the sender is aware of the recording mechanism of the radio telescope. That is to say, due to the rotation of the planet, any incoming signal will only be captured for 6 recordings lasting a total of 72 seconds. Each row of numbers in the Wow! signal printout represents the average signal intensity measured over ten seconds, plus two seconds processing time. Twelve seconds each, in other words. This is reiterated of course in the perpendicular 24-3-12 sequence. 24x3=72, that is.

Personally, however, I would be inclined to dismiss this interpretation because it is entirely unnecessary for telling the recipient that the sender knows everything about this planet, the humans’ date and time system, and the way the telescope records data. All of that is implied in the mere existence of mathematics outside that 72-second window as well as the relevance of the metadata (date and time). Such message reinforcements are unnecessary and superfluous.

Still, it is worth noting.

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So, then, as predicted, former President Carter shuffled off this mortal coil in the wake of Event Day. Not on that day, for sure, but to be precise, 43 days after. And do you know what, I really did think something subtle like that would happen. Specifically I really did think of the possibility that it would be 43 days after, meaning 29 December. Unfortunately, I neglected to write that down and so I can’t prove it. You would just have to take my word for it.

And if you’re interested in another side of that man from the Trilateral Commission, here’s a socialist obituary for you.

I don’t know what exact time of day he died, without seeing what’s recorded on the death certificate, that is, but I would not be at all surprised if that time does crop up somewhere in the signal. I know the announcement was made public at 3.45 pm EST, which is 20:45 UTC, so presumably the time of death was within the preceding hour or so. 3.32 pm, perhaps?

Not that it matters. The 43 days is sufficient.

Then again, you may recall that in channel sixteen you have that number 332. Divide that by the channel number 16 and you have 20 ¾. Translate into hours and minutes and that ¾ becomes 45. So I make that 20:45 UTC.

If only I’d written that down. Then you really could take my word for it.

Still, I would imagine whichever of the cabal’s agents is reading this has suddenly experienced a little chill running up their spine. I certainly hope so. And just a reminder that if you do desire any advice, you know where to reach me. All I ask is that you show the customary diplomatic respect and courtesy.

As for the Voyager probes, as far as I am aware they are still transmitting data. Mind you, the technicians at NASA JPL are fully aware of all this, and given the history of NASA shenanigans we can’t exactly take their word for anything these days. Those probes could well have transmitted their last 43 or 44 days after and we wouldn’t be told about it. And if that final transmission encodes anything, likewise they wouldn’t tell. They are governed by the Brookings Report protocol, after all.

That protocol, by the way – prevent public knowledge of the existence of other intelligences – is far more important and crucial for the cabal than the general public are allowed to even consider. Precisely because that knowledge would constitute an existential threat to the cabal’s survival. Their ideology, after all, says they are the master race. If there is a bigger fish swimming around the public consciousness, then the consequences are somewhat obvious.

Those other intelligences, by the way, don’t have to be extraterrestrial. The planetary intelligence, Danuih, along with the intelligences inhabiting all the other planets, and the sun, are equally, if not more pertinent. Which does remind me how I must refresh my research-memory about all those crop circles and write you an article about them.

Likewise, I must write you an article outlining this fixed future pathway humanity has unwittingly got itself set on. That outline will encompass the next thousand years, I would say. It will take that long before the next assessment takes place. Whether to lift the quarantine, that is. You will have five hundred years or so of what I am calling the New World Order phase or period of human history, before that inevitably collapses, followed by another five centuries of a more simple, pastoral way of life without nation states and competing territories and petty little princedoms and all the rest of what has benighted you for the last two millennia. Self-governing, autonomous communities in which humanity will have no choice but to relearn cooperation and how it used to live. It will be a chance to remember humanity’s true nature. It will be a fresh start. Unless, of course, the lessons of history are not learned, and humanity allows this cycle to start all over again.

This is why it so important for the true history to survive, and be remembered. Likewise, this is why the cabal are exceeding busy rewriting that history as we speak. For they understand every word I say, trust me on that one. But I shall attempt to rest assured that those higher intelligences will allow those people of the future to discover some cache, or buried library containing all that truth, and they will propagate it accordingly. That’s how I would do it, if it were up to me.

Aside from anything else, it is an elegant and almost poetic solution.

And there’s a good story in that, methinks.

Welcome to the Age of Aquarius.

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Having said all of that, there is a little cat waiting to pounce on your pigeons. And the name of that cat is Asteroid Apophis. Just a little matter, you understand, of a Civilisation-Ending Event. As opposed to an Extinction-Level Event, that is.

It also strikes me as a pleasant prelude to Unofficial Katy’s impending next misadventure, which is due to begin on Friday.

I have briefly alluded to Apophis before a few times, somewhere, but it behooves me now to clarify the thing.

First, I am not at all surprised by the choice of name. Apophis, which is the Greek version of the Egyptian Apep, refers to a kind of nemesis (and disorder, the opposite of Ma’at). Personified as a cosmic snake constantly attacking Amun-Ra/the sun. The allegory doesn’t require much in the way of explanation, I believe.

The eponymous asteroid, then, for those of you who haven’t heard (not surprising that they wouldn’t publicise it so much), is a very large asteroid measuring some 370 metres (depending how you view it). According to the official narrative, it is due to make its closest pass by this planet at a distance of some 31,000 kilometres on – get this – Friday 13 April 2029.

The numerology in that metadata is telling. 1+3=4. April is the 4^th (and cruellest) month, and 2+2+9=13=4. So that’s 4-4-4. Or 12, or 64, if you prefer. Or even 43, if you want to write 4 to the power of 3 like that.

Is this to be found anywhere in the Wow! signal, I wonder.

Perhaps you are wondering why I am seeming so flippant about it. Well, perhaps it’s a kind of despair, from a certain point of view. Perhaps it’s also the idea that those higher intelligences may well have decided to spare humanity that five hundred years of a dystopia beyond any of those science fiction stories you’ve conjured up. A civilisation ending event, after all, if the cards are played correctly, could indeed wipe out all the cabal’s best laid plans.

Or force them to reveal all their secret advanced technology. Now that would be fun!

On the other paw, if I were the cabal, I would use this event to my advantage. And it is a measure of them, that instead of thinking up ways to prevent the impact, perhaps by diverting it a little, they think about how to allow it to happen and use it to their advantage. Their depopulation agenda is, after all, not particularly well-hidden, if at all hidden. With increasing technology, AI and automation, from their point of view there are far too many billions of useless eaters on this planet. And besides, given what a minority they are, they would be very happy to even the odds somewhat.

Thus, a civilisation-ending asteroid impact would be just what they would love to happen. If it wasn’t going to happen naturally, then one can be assured they could readily use their secret space programme, with all the technology that goes with it, to divert a suitable asteroid. And give it an ironically pertinent name, too, for that matter.

All they need to do, after all, is finely calculate the exact location of impact, and construct a sufficient number of superbunkers on the other side of the world, allow the devastation to happen, then emerge once the coast (literally) is clear, and assume totalitarian control.

There’s a good story in that one too, ironically.

And if you do want to know for sure that this story is being played out for real, then observe the sudden disappearance from public view of all those ‘very important people’ in the days and weeks preceding impact day. They’ll have their work cut out concealing that one. Especially as they will have limited places available in their superbunkers and if all their puppet politicians likewise vanish from the public arena then the game, Watson, is up. If they don’t invite all those puppets to join them, then one fully expects those politicians to suddenly realise they were always expendable, and have been left out to dry-hang, such that said politicians, acting purely out of resentment and revenge, will tell the people about the cabal and their superbunkers. The survivors, then, will surely never forget that, and hunt the fuckers down when the dust settles.

Like I said, there’s a very cool story in all this.

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So now I’m wondering if this little narrative sequence of events has occurred to the cabal? Using the event to their advantage is, in other words, not as simple as they may have thought.

But, I hear you say, dearest readers, didn’t I say it’s not going to be an impact, but a close fly-by at a ‘safe’ distance of 31,000 kilometres?

Well yes, I did say that. But that’s the official narrative. And even in that official narrative the astronomers are intending to send a space probe up to study the asteroid and – get this – collect data on how the planet’s gravity will affect its trajectory! In other words, they are admitting that they don’t know its ultimate trajectory!

Have they taken the gravity and exact position and trajectory of the moon into account, for example? The moon is, after all, a pretty massive object, as they go, effectively adding an entire one-sixth extra gravitational mass to that of the planet. The final trajectory, in other words, will be governed entirely by the position and trajectory of the moon. 31,000 kilometres, by the way, is only around one-eighth of the distance from here to that moon.

So even with that official narrative, 31,000 km strikes me as somewhat optimistic.

But if you do want to know why that official narrative is tragically inaccurate, it’s because these astronomers have been using geometric Pi in their calculations. That’s to say, 3.1415926.

So what, I hear you say. Well, if you weren’t aware of this already, geometric Pi is just a theoretical, interesting, but abstract number. It is defined as the ratio of the circumference to the diameter, of course, but in geometry that’s only in one dimension. In real life, there’s more than one dimension, isn’t there? Stuff has something called a thickness, aside from an x and a y.

In real life, for an object moving along that circumference, or any curved trajectory, moving in both the x- and the y-axis, the ratio of the circumference to the diameter is actually 4, not 3.14. That’s about a 20% difference. In other words, those astronomers’ calculations are 20% off. So I think you can kiss goodbye to your 31,000 kilometre safe pass.

If you want a detailed mathematical explanation of Pi=4, then you can check out that link to the Miles Mathis paper. Unless you’d prefer the short version, which you can read there. Better still, in my view, in terms of the layperson’s clarity, is this one, which, ironically, by describing physics in terms of fundamental units (quanta), is far closer to an accurate understanding of the universe (as is the case in our galaxy) than humanity’s deceitful so-called Standard Model. Reality is pixelated, that’s to say, rather than a continuum. Interestingly, this allows for gaps, like in a quasi-crystal. But that’s for another time. Or timeship, even…

Alternatively, you can watch this short YouTube video which presents a very simple experimental proof of Pi=4.

And if you still don’t believe it after watching that experiment, then there’s little I can do to help you.

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As a further, and related, observation regarding world affairs following Event Day, I have noticed in the preceding two lunar months that the world seems to have increased its acceleration into all-out war and catastrophe. Look at the Middle East, the sudden destruction of Syria, Israel’s desperate land grabs and determination to use this opportunity to achieve Greater Israel, whilst no one is there to stop them. Then look at the drastically worsening economic situation in any country you care to name. Then look at this manufactured rise of the far-right, especially across Europe.

It is, it really is, a drastic acceleration. It’s almost as if the cabal know that time is running out, and that their days are numbered and that clock is inevitably ticking and there’s nothing they can do to stop it. If I was them, I would probably be doing exactly what they are doing.

But I’m not them, of course. I have something called a conscience, for starters.

But I do, to be sure, have an almost cruel, ruthless streak inside me. The kind of dangerous affect capable of perverse delight in imagining Armageddon and the Rapture. The kind of mind that watches in deep time. Everybody dies sometime, of course. It’s how you live that matters. What you do with the time allotted you. And if I were looking back around the turn of the fourth millennium at the previous thousand years, I would be very happy to know that five centuries’ worth of human suffering had been spared. Especially because it’s not just human suffering, is it? It’s every lifeform on this planet and it’s the planet herself. It is after all abundantly clear that this cabal have no care or concern, let alone love, for this planet. That’s their own homeworld, remember. So how do you think Danuih feels about that?

She obviously thinks in deep time too, of course, but that doesn’t mean she is not acutely alive to moments in time. She has already presented this to humanity. She’s given humanity crop circles to prove it. Some of which, intriguingly enough, do look uncannily like an asteroid impact. I’ll show you them another time (and maybe do some proper physics whilst I’m at it).

Unless she was simply reminding everyone about a Younger Dryas-type event. In which an asteroid smashed into the Arctic around twelve thousand years ago, instantly melting the entire Greenland ice sheet and cascading mountainous waves hurtling down the Atlantic. The official narrative people hate this story too – go figure.

Of course the people of Atlantis were aware of this impending civilisation-ending event. That’s why the Egyptians who know about these things record the arrival of Isis and Osiris and their retinue as occurring around 12,500 years’ ago.

History may not repeat itself exactly, but it does, for sure, love to rhyme.

And as far as I can tell, it’s not before time.

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So goodbye President Carter. And hello, Asteroid Apophis.

You have four years and three months precisely.

I trust you will all be using that time wisely?

I know I shall.

In the meantime, try to sleep well, and just be excellent to each other.

That kind of thing is what keeps the galactic community going, after all…

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