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Perhaps the reason we are living in a hologram where nothing is real is due to the fact that we are all dead. Time very well may have ended at the end of 2013 just as the Mayan calendar said it would. The date was pushed back to 2012 so people wouldn’t panic when what they were told was comet Ison appeared in the sky at the end of 2013. The great German Mayan scholar Wolfgang Cardon was murdered to enable this deception and when Karl Brugger, Germanys top investigative reporter found out, he too was murdered, recklessly machine gunned down on Ipanema Beach, his hotel room subsequently broken into, and all his notes confiscated. (1) (2) (3) It worked. The transition from living to dead went noticed, and since the consciousness of seven billion people cannot just cease to exist a new reality was constructed past and present. Time does not matter in a dream. A sharp external noise can be explained in a split second by a dreamer with endless details that would take the conscious mind hours maybe days to construct. There’s a worn-out platitude about your whole life flashing before you at the moment of your death… The dire situation that man’s collective soul finds itself in was recorded metaphorically by the iconic master of cinema David Lynch in his enigmatic episode eight of Twin Peaks 2017. Those who are called the Illuminati understand that this is a dream but what they do not understand is a dream has no future and the best of dreams can become a nightmare in the beat of a living heart. The Mayans with their numerical system based on six were remnants of a Sumerian civilization that lived conterminously with its Gods. The Sumerians used a numerical system based on six. The Maya calendar is divided into thirteen Baktuns each equaling a hundred and forty-four thousand days and the calendar resets to zero when thirteen Baktuns are completed. This is the great reset; the reset of what David Bohm called the Implicate order and Mircea Eliade called the sacred. To the materialist entangled in the explicate order and mired in the profane consciousness can only be continued with a mechanical vector. It must have a robot host.   But a new world also must be created. The Mayans believed that creation happens at the black hole. At the crossroads an image will appear in the sky. According to the Chilam Balam or Book of the Jaguar Priests the road from the stars will descend from the sky and the thirteen Gods of heaven and nine Gods of hell will come to earth. In the interim Xibalba, the maleficent and phantasmagorical world of the dead would manifest here on earth. Above the sky seems to be held in place only by a spiderweb spun daily from the fuselages of phantom planes. The moon wanders aimlessly across the night sky, one night in the West the next in the East. Winters last seemingly forever and when the sun […]
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Rules of the Game I’m guessing its about time I publish this. You could call this an interoffice memo between the Jack Heart team. It was written in 2016 when I first became self-aware, more frankly, in other words I was told who I was. The bold italics is me, everyone on the team received it, some liked it and I suspect some didn’t, they want fire, black fire but all of them have followed it to the letter and for that I salute each and every one of them. I’m publishing this now for those of you supporting me who didn’t get one. It’s time you were fully briefed in, I’ll write another truth about Jack Heart too. You are entitled to know everything, and you will, just let me finish Z plan, and I am obligated to tell you. – Jack     There is a cabal behind the chaos. Yes but I do not think it is chaos we are fighting but rather Order we are fighting here. It is an order so profound so unbalanced by any deviations that the individual faces dissolution just as sure as total chaos brings it.   Book: Part 9, Wisdom, first sentence; ‘In the east lay negation and the west damnation so we travel north and south just to stay alive.’ They have strayed too far to the east, adjust the course to the left, bring them chaos just like you have been doing… they can’t stand it… They use religion to foment the chaos and create divisiveness. Again they use religion and order to create divisiveness, religions so dogmatic that they must destroy all that do not conform to their own tenets. The god of Abraham conducts the symphony and all that resists his overture must be destroyed. We must change the tune, the band and most of all the conductor.   They believe in Gods far older than the God of Abraham which was created from the stories stolen from the worshipers in Babylon. They believe the truth which is why they so fear us, mankind believes a lie which is why he is not even an afterthought to them, there are so few left…but those that are we must teach them the truth and arm them with a weapon in which they may finally be able to defend themselves and one day take back what is theirs…  There are other entities on this planet besides human which are of greater intellect and power which can remain in the background. They are in contact with me, they have been useless till now but maybe I can change that, I plan on showing them this… The world is provable as a hologram, basically interfering waves of energy being beamed at angles from outside the construct. Otherwise how would there be an equinox where the entirety of the “planet”, flat or round experience 12 hour days twice a year on the same date. Oh but heaven forbid you should say that and deviate […]
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The sequence is exactly as it takes place on my iPhone as snaped by my nieces’ boyfriend in the beginning of December 2019. He was referring to me as the Grim for the Grim Reaper and none of us had yet heard of the Bluestones yet. Shortly thereafter across the street PC Richards, Long Islands electronics giant and highest profile billionaire due to his incessant advertising for over twenty years backed over his wife in his driveway and killed her on the eve of Christmas. That’s when things got Grim. The Truth About Jack Heart In A Dream Within a Dream Edgar Allan Poe asks, “Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?” (1) David Lynch’s Twin Peaks the Return imagines “we are like the dreamer who dreams then lives inside the dream.” It then asks, “but who is the dreamer?” (2) In the Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan I wrote: “what I think and do becomes songs and pop culture and what is pop culture and songs become what I think and do. I do not know if I am the reflection or the image.” When I gave the manuscript to Christopher Hayden, General Michael Hayden’s son and the guy who really runs the NSA, to read back in 2014 he picked that particular line and sent it back to me with the remark that I had no idea how much alike we were. I didn’t yet but I was learning…   As a teenager my room was about fifteen feet off the western property line which was demarcated with a six-foot stockade fence. When I was about fourteen my towheaded crabbing partner Herby moved out from the house next door with his father and a middle age couple on their childless second marriage moved in. The Seltzers love child was a Black Labrador named Brandy. They both worked during the day and left Brandy out in their spacious backyard to while away time till mommy and daddy got home. Brandy’s idea of whiling away time was parking himself right on the other side of that stockade fence adjacent to my room and barking nonstop from morning till evening when they finally returned to let the beast in. I was attending high school till one o’clock when I would return home and try to catch some sleep, in preparation for the night shift at Stanford Applied Engineering. Every three hundred hours I worked there was worth a half a credit for school and I needed nine hundred hours to graduate at seventeen. Brandy would not just bark but he would periodically work himself into snarling frenzies like a rabid dog but his were seemingly calculated to disturb my sleep. After a couple of years of this I hated that dog more than anything in the world. I took to lobbing two-pound rocks over the fence which the stupid fuck would catch in his frothing mouth. Seltzer finds the rocks in his yard and calls the police […]
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“Holy alien invasion Batman! Is this an excerpt from that movie ‘The Arrival’ or was it really recorded on Jack Hearts doorstep?” – Robin wearing his mother’s pantyhose Andrija Puharich, one of the principle architects of MK Ultra and Hal Puthoff’s predecessor, let’s slip in a lecture recorded on Youtube, whose audience incidentally was brushed out after I attained access to the video, that certain people were powerful transmitters. By situating them properly along the ley lines the Nazis planed on creating a collective neural network for the human race through which they would broadcast their own reality. (3) 3 – Puharich , A. (2015, February 8). Psi Clips. A Day With Andrija Puharich Part 1A (15:12– 17:50). Retrieved May 6, 2018, from A Day With Andrija Puharich Part 1A (youtube.com) 
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Since you’re busy and clicked on this on the fly, I start with a spoiler: We are being digitally experimented on. So I thought maybe I should try to write an obituary to our freedoms in the light of the ongoing global oppression games. Upgrade to paid GOLDSTEIN: U.S. DESIGNED NEW ORDER FOR SUPER CREATORS Internet Selects for Creators, Rejects Humans Where to start. The Internet was locked down long before the planned pandemic event: The ‘big platforms’ are all cryptic surveillance camps now. In case you haven‘t noticed: Whatever you type here or post—it‘ll only show back to you, but to nobody else. You are a digital ghost, only visible to yourself. America‘s Away On Bug Wars The world wide web was a military project to prove a point: Total spectrum dominance. Mind control, even. Like the space race thirty years prior, however, it was shelved shortly after. You are as lonely on the internet as you are lonely in your head right now. And you’re going nowhere on the internet just as you go nowhere now with your shoes these days. Earth is quite pointless. Everyone in the world is traumatized by mental lockdown. Everything on the internet is a designer trap. Remember the biggest internet lie of the universe, when they told us about the coming 1.5 billion independent websites? Oh, graveyard! Or about the three billion of fellow users? Well, for starters, where are the billions of Asians in your feed? They are excluded of course. You have never encountered an African? Me neither! The U.S. spends five hundred million dollars each year to keep you from getting information from the Middle East. The human family my ass. There is a dictator class, and then there is the rest. The United States, or six U.S. companies, control the entire Internet and guard it against the outclassed krauts from Europe, the forgotten people from Africa, the bugs from the Middle East, and the spy people from China. It is worse than you think in prison Europe. The internet of Europe is a tool for oppression. If you are a national of one of the amputated nations, notably Poland, Italy, Greece, Germany, Austria…, please disconnect yourself already. That, or unless you have a bombastic origin story or the face of the century, marry a Jew, practice your Anglo, be outstanding at something, maybe overthrow your government, and hand your money to global corporations, then pray they feature you as a dissident wonder. [And if the foreigners do feature you, just don‘t imagine anything about that, as you will be seen as desperate and incomplete to the history scribblers, in hindsight I mean, like a Gallic manlet in elevator shoes among gorgeous Ebony women.] Of the two hundred countries left over on this tyrannical sphere they call their “democracy planet,” one hundred and ninety-five or so are just totally sanctioned, abused, humiliated—ready to be bullied and coerced in open daylight by the biggest super creators in world history. The Connection That Drove You Insane If you didn’t realize the apocalypse of the world wide […]
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Hamas did it? Austin Wounded in Kiev when Kinzhal Blew Through Patriot Missile Defenses – THE INTEL DROP
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Our server isn’t really equipped for podcasts, any trouble with the audio go to our Substack site: Broadcasts from Silent Hill, Transmission I (substack.com) The Khazar-Nazi Anti-Christ: “In the Beginning” part I by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org) The Satanic Verses (the Khazar-Nazi Anti-Christ part II) by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org) Human Sacrifice among the Catholic Clergy I (the Khazar-Nazi Antichrist III) by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org) Human Sacrifice among the Catholic Clergy II (the Khazar-Nazi Antichrist IV) – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)
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Before There Was Darkness There Was White It was the same sound a creaky old door made when you open it but a thousand times louder drowning out even the howling wind. The dogs crouched low in the snow cowering but afraid to even whimper. The moon hung over them; a dazzling orb rimmed with iridescent violet as the aurora borealis flashed vivid green and magenta all around it. The horizon was blocked by upheavals of ice that had been twisted into a chaotic landscape of jagged outcrops. Some were twenty to thirty meters tall and made any further progress doubtful. By the time Fridjof Nansen and Hjalmar Johansen made camp for the night they had already decided to turn back at first light. They had been out on the ice for three weeks and beneath them was two thousand fathoms of freezing ocean. The temperature was a constant forty below and Nansen’s fingers were frozen to his mittens. They were two hundred miles further north than any man had gone before. Ostensibly they were trying to reach the north pole. That is what Nansen had told the Norwegian Geographical Society in Christiania, now Oslo, when he had proposed the expedition and sought funding. What Nansen was really looking for was the legendary land of Thule. In his epic poem Aeneid the Roman poet Virgil calls the furthest point North beyond what is known Ultima Thule. In Greek mythology the Hyperboreans were the first race, the primal race, hermaphrodites more gods than men. They dwelled in the unknown north beyond the frozen wastelands and were sometimes visited as equals by Apollo, the God of light and Wisdom. Now in his mid-thirties Nansen was Norway and indeed all of Northern Europe’s superman, a living legend. As the first man to cross the interior of Greenland he had revolutionized artic exploration by teaching explorers to travel light, like the native Inuit and Norway’s rugged Sami tribesman whom he used in the crossing. The greatest cross-country skier in all of Europe, an athlete without peer and a scientist who revolutionized biology, Nansen was a personal friend of the Prince of Wales and soon to be King Edward VII. Edward had courted their friendship as something he must have. As Norway’s leading man Nansen had been given a no-show job as curator for the University Museum of Bergen. But once there with his insatiable appetite for knowledge Nansen had learned the most intimate secrets of the Eddas from scholars who lived only to please him. He had read forbidden excerpts from the banned Skjöldunga saga of his native Danish heritage, Latinized and sanitized in the work of Saxo Grammaticus and Arngrímur Jónsson. He knew all northern Europeans were Goths that had migrated southward to Europe from the great artic landmass of Scandza. He had studied the Eyrbyggja saga, the Ynglinga saga and the Saga of Eric the Red, and taken to heart the supernatural lore and the existence of Hvítramannaland, White Man’s Land. He was obsessed with accounts from captured Inuit’s in the latter saga about inhabitants of Hvítramannaland […]
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The Price of Vice

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Dr. E Michael Jones is highly recommended by our friends within the Catholic Church. In fact they tell me some of his books are free on libgen, whatever that is. I’ve included as a cover his only video I could find still up on YouTube, dispelling Schlomo’s genocidal slander of National Socialism and the German people but what we’re interested in here is his new book lampooning Schlomo’s Holocaust myth. As many of you know I was friends with the Zundel’s, Ingrid offered to finance me. That’s probably why they are both now dead. The Holocaust never happened and once you take it away Schlomo loses his license to fold, spindle and mutilate western civilization. In the interview I link to from the Sage of Quay about twenty-two minutes in Dr. Jones talks about how Schlomo has turned America into a “gay disco:”  Sage of Quay® News: The Key to Saving Western Civilization (sageofquaynews.blogspot.com)
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I took a long last drag from my cigarette and doused it in the receptacle by the front of the doors. It would be at least ten hours till the next one. I had two hours till takeoff, but I figured I better check in now considering what happened on my last flight out of Frankfurt in 2019. Orage had dropped me off at the airport at about one in the morning. The flight was at nine, so I made my way upstairs through the deserted airport and drank overpriced beer in front of an all-night McDonalds at a table in a German café across from it. At first it was just the barmaid, an attractive young fräulein who spoke little English, and I. But we were soon joined by a very strange man who hovered at the periphery of the cafe playing peekaboo behind the copious artificial plants demarcating its perimeter. Even though the temperature was in the mid-fifties outside, inside he was wearing a heavy winter snorkel coat with the hood pulled over his face. He had a shopping bag presumably to transport the days treasures he had found while foraging the airport. When I tried to take a picture with my phone, he quickly ducked behind a plastic palm tree. When the barmaid came over to replenish my beer, I pointed him out to her, and we both laughed. She said in halting English that she had already called her boyfriend and he was on his way. The boyfriend was there within ten minutes and the bum or whatever he was no longer liked the odds and shuffled off into the night. I’d had at least a half a dozen beers by then so I made my way back downstairs intent on getting some much-needed sleep in the chairs in front of my Delta / Air France check-in gate, which would open in a few hours. I woke up to some women setting up for Delta and when I inquired as to when they’d be open, I was told within the hour. I went back upstairs and had a particularly vile, even for McDonalds, “egg sandwich…” When I came back down, I got my boarding pass and the same woman who had told me they would be open within the hour was standing in front of the check in gate. She’d been waiting for me and told me that I had been selected for additional security screening and she was the “head of security.” My flight would be delayed till 11 AM and I should arrive at boarding for nine to compensate for the additional time it would take. She suspiciously asked me how long I had been in Germany, and I told her a month. She asked me what I had been doing in that time. When I told her that I was a well-known writer who wrote under the name of Jack Heart, doing research she became particularly interested and asked me what I wrote […]
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