Welcome To The PsyOpocalypse
“Apocalypse” is a word loaded with mysterious and exotic connotations. Many people associate it with harrowing visions of mayhem and destruction ushering in the End Times. In fact, “apocalypse” comes to us from ancient Greek, and it simply means “revelation” or, even more mundanely, “disclosure”; it is the noun form of apokalyptein, a common verb meaning “to uncover”, and outside of Biblical context, it could be applied to any instance of revealing things once hidden or obscure.
By light of that definition, I would say an apocalypse is well and truly upon us. Maybe not “The Apocalypse”, mind you — but there does seem to be a massive revelation underway. More and more people have Eyes to See beyond the power structure’s threadbare veneer of legitimacy. For a great many of us in the “Truth” community, this apocalypse kicked in when we were asked to believe that fumbling Arabs with boxcutters took down three World Trade Center buildings, even though they (according to officialdom) managed to hit only two. That was the beginning for me, and it was a real fork in the road, a red-pill moment, a clear choice: either I had to ignore the facts laid out before me and abandon reason for the comforts of civilized ignorance, or I had to accept that the world I had taken for real was in fact an intricate matrix of lies, and slowly process all the anger, pain, and grief of that awakening.
I lived in New York City and was in Manhattan less than a kilometer from the WTC when the first plane struck. My BS detector first went off when Bush told us that the Arabs, and by extension all Muslims, hated us “for our freedoms”. If they really hated us, I wanted to know the real reasons why. Before that, I had been completely apolitical, but that one question sent me hurdling very early on into the apocalypse now becoming apparent to so many. And it was a lonely journey. When I realized that the official story was bunk, and that my government was overrun with criminals, I was no longer exactly fun to be around at parties. Awakening became an obsession. My first wife left me, and when the cops started carrying assault rifles, I left America vowing never to return.
I chose to live and work in Korea, where I could continue my re-education with the benefits of affordable medical care, low income tax, and no need to own a car. Also the police here are still really nice. They actually smile and speak politely, even if they are getting yelled at by an irate citizen; and when I went to jail for calling powerful people on the carpet over their funding of toxic music videos directed at children, the police heard me out, reviewed my evidence, concurred, and made sure I was released.
And what was it about those videos that bothered me so much? The sudden prevalence of Luciferian and Masonic imagery, occult hand signs, the occasional Mogen David, and choreography so downright pornographic that even the kids protested in disgust. And why the sudden, radical change in the production values of K-pop? I saw it as yet another sign of apocalypse. All the dark shit previously rolled out in western pop music culture was now being pushed on Asian audiences, upon people with by and large no ability to recognize the symbols, but enough sense to know that something dark this way had come, and it definitely had not come here from within. I can’t count how many times I have brought up the Masonic/Luciferian culture creep with Koreans both young and old, and they have been unanimous in pointing out that it is a foreign influence on their culture, and they don’t much like it.
I have also been surprised at how many have immediately brought up Masonry and “The Illuminati”: another sign that apocalypse is underway. Even a couple of years ago, I would never have attempted discussion of such topics with Korean acquaintances, much less most of my fellow expats. All that has changed in a very big way. Quite a few times, for example, when mixing with an expat crowd, I have calmly and assuredly stated that the Fukushima event on 3-11-11 was no natural disaster, but an Israeli attack on Japan. Instead of being shunned or told to don a tinfoil hat, I was able to open a real discussion every time I brought it up. I also taught lunchtime English classes at a Korean insurance company where all the students wanted to discuss, in every single lesson, was “the conspiracy”! I no longer feel cautious about asserting (with a smile, of course) that the “official stories” of 9-11 and 3-11 were rank bullshit. I think that most people, at some deep level, know this to be true, but it takes someone else to say it before they’ll admit it. This new freedom to discuss “conspiracy” is yet another clear sign of apocalypse.
One salient feature of apocalypse is this: like one of the favorite symbols of the power elite, it is best visualized as a Rising Sun. People become more aware, more conscious, in direct proportion to the swelling of the dawn. Reared in the darkness of indoctrination and mass mind control, taught to ridicule those who raved about a thing called Sun, fewer and fewer of us are able to ignore what is becoming painfully obvious: that all the appearances we believed in from childhood have been just that: appearances. And as the Sun rises, it will be burning those appearances away with a breadth and magnitude that only the truly blind will fail to perceive.
And then, as I did in the wake of 9-11, more and more People Who See are going to have to start making choices. Hard choices. You see, this apocalypse is not happening by accident. I am a believer that the power elite — the designers, programmers, and managers of this mental prison matrix that we call “society” — operate by a twisted code of honor requiring that they notify their victims; and if the victims do not protest, if the victims do not take measures to defend themselves, then the elites’ actions are justified. I am by no means arguing the fairness of this outlook, only observing that it seems to me to be a principle by which they operate.
In the preceding paragraph, I should have said that this apocalypse is not happening entirely by accident, meaning neither is it totally under “their” control. This is good news for all of us, if true. The bad news is, such things as RFID implants, thanks to apocalypse, are no longer “wingnut”, “tinfoil hat” topics; and as their advent becomes more and more obvious, you ignore them at your peril; AND, even if you don’t ignore them, and you happen to live where the chipping agenda is getting rolled out … again, HARD CHOICES. But the good news is that, from what I can see, this apocalypse has lately been rife with revelations coming to the public consciousness via absurd blunders and other developments which I doubt the elites intended. Consider:
Ever growing numbers of us no longer see a President when we look at Obama; rather, we see him for the dictator and the lying, liberty-destroying communist scumbag traitor that he is. Is it by design that Obama is so hated that the Marines must be disarmed at his Inauguration? Is it part of the plan that millions of gun owners hate him and his administration at a time when he is supposed to be stripping them of their weapons? Possibly. But the difficulties the current regime has been facing come in the wake of two “mass shootings” that were supposed to pave the way for disarmament, but failed miserably: Aurora, which drew a surprising amount of suspicion that it was a false flag, and possibly a wag-the-dog event, meaning it never happened; and Sandy Hook, which was such transparent bullshit, hardly anyone with an honest view of Uncle Sam could have been fooled. Anyone who saw “Robbie Parker” grinning and leering before “getting into character” as a grieving parent could see Sandy Hook exactly for what it was: a staged media event, with paid actors, and a plot so full of holes as to serve as a scathing indictment of America’s education system (they can’t even get smart enough people to pull off their psy ops convincingly any longer!). I don’t think the sloppy execution was intended, and I don’t think they foresaw the massive scorn that event provoked from the gun-owners of America.
And what of the growing numbers who can now look beyond the Obama hood ornament to see that the driver of the car wears a yarmulka? In my recent interactions with Koreans and westerners alike, I have detected a distinct uptick in awareness that Israel has pretty much taken over the Washington establishment, and where I live, it’s no big deal to observe that “the Jews run Hollywood.” I have struck up conversations with older Koreans on subway trains and told them that the real enemies are not their brethren to the North, and could they guess who the real enemy is? I was shocked by the number of times they answered, without so much as a blink: “Yes, it’s the Jews.” Suffice it to say that Koreans have no love for Jews or Israel, they are certainly unhampered by “holocaust” guilt, and if Zionist Jews wish to pursue their full-scale agenda in a country like this, right down to the tyrannical impositions of Agenda 21, it won’t be as easy as brainwashing and shaming North Americans and Europeans. It is my theory that this difficulty was foreseen and accounts for the fact that this country is still technically at war, with the DMZ still being the most heavily militarized border on the face of the Earth. If the Koreans don’t consent to have their society eaten away by Zionist and Luciferian rot, they’ll just start a big fucking war and try to pummel them into abject submission.
Anyway, their attempts to push Luciferian culture and sexual promiscuity on Korean youth (a sign of apocalypse) have failed. Assuming that Korea is not unique in its resiliency, this tells me the elites are not unveiling their shite “cult”ure to universal acclaim. So, although Koreans ultimately might be decimated for their recalcitrance, I count developments here on the “good news” side of apocalypse.
Moving along. When we look at politicians, bankers, and business executives, I think more and more of us than ever before no longer see respectable pillars of society; rather, we see them for what they actually are: murderous thugs, shameless shysters, and two-bit scammers in three-piece suits. The rapid acceptance of the neologism “bankster” into our lexicon most immediately reflects how their victims have come to perceive them. They are no better than John Gotti or Al Capone. In fact, when you consider the magnitude of their crimes, and the fact that common mafiosi at least observe a moral code, the banksters are a hell of a lot worse. At least mobsters do not enslave whole populations with fiat currency, fractional reserve banking, and odious usury; nor do they sack entire nations, robbing the people of their land, their resources, their homes, their livelihoods, and their retirement funds. The banksters are the worst group of criminals the world has ever known, and I can’t think of too many people I know who fail to see that by now.
And take the British royal family. When you look at them, are you any longer bamboozled by aristocratic pretensions? If you’ve been paying an ounce of attention to British politics, one glance at Prince Charles ought to evoke shroudy images of child molestation — and worse. The British royals have had their images permanently besmirched by their intimate relations with child molester and paedophile Jimmy Savile, who also “procured” children for them.
And when I, for one, look at the LAPD “officials” in charge of dispensing lies, lies, and more lies to the lying (and/or clueless) windbags that masquerade as journalists these days, I see those cops for what they are, and have been for a very long time: small, vicious criminals in uniform. They are organized, they are armed to the teeth, they are corrupt to the core of their being, and until now, they have enjoyed the cover of respectability that their badges afforded them.
But no longer. This is where apocalypse is in our favor, for now their pants are down for all to see. They’ve found Dorner’s wallet in three different locations, including among the cinders of the cabin they were overheard to have deliberately torched. They are known to have driven a fleeing figure, now identified as Dorner, back into the fire, to be burned alive. Never mind all the inconsistencies of the official story; never mind the obvious and ridiculous lies; never mind that they replaced his cogent original manifesto with an obvious fake designed to make him look like a raving madman: at the end of the day, assuming there was a suspect named “Dorner”, and that he was running away, now we are given to understand in the most blunt terms possible that, in the new America, the America of the Apocalypse, the cops are judge, jury, and executioner. There it is, folks, it could not possibly be more obvious. The good news? I don’t think the tomfoolery is intentional. I agree with Jim Stone, who opined that “Dorner” was detected writing his manifesto, in which he threatened only to expose the crimes of the LAPD in a court of law, and had to be dealt with in a hurry. And because cops are not the brightest bulbs on the tree, they fucked up. Badly. Score another one for the bright side of apocalypse!
Which leads to the question: how many will exercise due appreciation at being shown such hard truth in broad light of day, and have the courage to stand up and call bullshit on this whole disgusting “Dorner” farce? If not enough voices do just that, and do it every time the ruling criminals concoct another cheap wag-the-dog Batman Sandy Hook Dorner flim-flam FANTASY, then by sheer attrition, by chipping and chipping away, they will eventually succeed in justifying each new step in their “totalitarian tiptoe” agenda. Some people are going to have to get hurt. Some people will have to die. But hey, apocalypse doesn’t happen very often, so I think the occasion is going to demand that we go to extremes if we are to survive it. The point I guess I am trying to make, overall, is that, as I see it, we do have a chance.