Below is a Signal conversation between Doktor Snake and Colonel Kurtz.
DOK: This is a message that came into my possession via a circuitous route through the networks.
It was purportedly written by a high-level member of the shadowy global — or supranational — elite class.
His screen name was “Prof. Lenway.”
Alleged doomsday message from “Professor Lenway”
Humans eat.
That’s fine, so long as they provide value.
Working our land. Working our factories. Running our infrastructure. Maintaining systems.
It’s a business expense.
Regrettable. But there we are.
Then there’s the managerial class. University educated, so they’re capable. But still dimwits.
We feed the humans narratives to engender beliefs through which we can keep them in line.
We are seen as basically benevolent rich business owners who generally look after them.
They naturally resent our wealth.
And obviously we only pay them to the level that we need to.
We own governments. Partly due to our wealth. We are worth far more than them.
Governments are merely there to keep populations under control while allowing those populations to believe they are more or less free.
The humans also believe that while governments may be corrupt, they would never do anything really bad.
And they think that, up to a point, they — the people — have power.
Think about it.
How could they accept the idea that they are dispensable “useless eaters”?
What kind of life would they have if they believed that?
So they assume they have worth.
And they did, up to a point.
They were useful cogs in the machinery of our power and wealth. Though we never had any particular qualms about killing individuals, or whole swathes of them, in war.
Naturally we don’t feel remorse at the deaths of women and children.
All are essentially meat robots.
But now, of course, most humans have no worth at all.
Soon there will be no business case for keeping them alive.
Resources on the planet are becoming scarce. Indeed, the whole planet is under threat from climate change, pollution and ecological degradation.
We have worked extremely hard to save the planet — our habitat.
Not the useless eaters’ habitat.
They are evolutionarily inferior.
The reason for our accelerated industrial development has been to achieve the technology necessary to preserve our habitat, the Earth, until such a time as we can live and thrive elsewhere in the cosmos.
Indeed, that was our original plan.
Leave the planet.
Leave the useless eaters to their fate.
Unfortunately, we had not progressed far enough.
Therefore we focused on creating “new human beings”: robots and artificial intelligence.
These will soon be capable of doing the work of nearly all human beings.
At that point we will finally be able to mitigate the problems of climate heating by terminating the services of around eight billion people.
In one fell swoop we put the brakes on climate heating.
Not entirely, of course. We require a great many data centres.
But those are already becoming cleaner.
Naturally we will also need to find some way of leveraging the corpses of eight billion human beings — ideally in an eco-friendly and productive manner.
Perhaps they can become part of our rewilding projects.
Nothing need be wasted.
All in all, we will slowly return Earth to something approaching its pristine state.
Paradise.
A paradise we can rightly enjoy.
After all, it is our birthright.
It’s all quite amusing, actually.
I often ask myself: what did human beings expect?
Could they really not see what their fate would be?
Apparently not.
Naturally the mass cull must remain subtle for a while longer.
Few even now believe it is happening.
But once it is fully underway — once there is no possibility of stopping it — I have arranged “human hunting” getaway retreats where we will be able to enjoy killing humans personally.
Anything goes.
Bare hands.
Prolonged torture.
Mutilation.
Whatever appeals to the individual hunter.
Women, children and babies are fair game too.
It will make for a pleasant excursion and a fitting end for the masses who, after all, brought it upon themselves by being so bovine and dimwitted.
Happy days ahead, my friends!
KURTZ: He wouldn’t get that far because I would come after him and his family and feed them to the pigs.
X posts flagged by Kurtz
KURTZ: People are starting to connect the dots.
Second X post flagged by Kurtz
DOK: And there’s this:
X post flagged by Doktor Snake
KURTZ: These are the very traitors for whom I hope the future world to come will be a hell they never imagined — for betraying their own people.
My premise is, as it has always been, this:
If they think they have the right to do whatever they want to us, then by virtue of that they give us an equal right to do the same back to them.
Particularly if they are operating outside the usual, expected and reasonable bounds of their role, status or profession.
For example, I can see that police have a right to use force when they are actually dealing with a criminal — especially if that person is resisting arrest.
But when I see ICE agents in the US beating or killing people on the street without provocation or legitimate cause, then as far as I’m concerned they are themselves acting outside the law.
They become outlaws.
They cannot invoke the law as their protection while simultaneously behaving as though the law does not apply to them.
Nor can they use professional status as a shield.
The same applies to the brutal policing we saw during the Yellow Vest protests in France, where protesters suffered appalling injuries.
So, blood for blood.
That’s the game they’ve chosen, apparently without considering that people may eventually turn on them.
And that goes for those with status too.
The architects of human-rights violations, genocides and atrocities who hide, like cockroaches, in the shadows while sending people they regard as lesser beings to suffer and die.
BLACK SWAN
DOK: Always recognise one thing.
The game isn’t up.
Because the current overlords fear something.
The Nagual.
It’s everywhere and nowhere.
It’s always seeped into our plane.
But now it’s ramping up.
It’s here.
And the overlords are terrified of it.
They can’t control it, you see.
That’s the problem.
It is the one thing forever outside their reach.
They might be turning everything on this planet into an “asset” — cataloguing, measuring, pricing and recording every last blade of grass.
But the Nagual drops in.
Then drops out.
It appears on radar.
Then disappears.
It shuts down nuclear missile silos.
Sometimes, according to the stories, it switches them on.
It appears around military bases as bright, flickering lights hanging ominously in the darkness.
They can’t shoot it down.
They can’t subpoena it.
They can’t sanction it.
They can’t put it into a database and make the database equal the thing.
It appears to ordinary people.
Not presidents.
Not prime ministers.
Not chief executives.
Some bloke driving home at 2:17 in the morning sees the impossible object above a field.
A woman wakes in her bedroom and something is standing there.
A pilot sees a light perform a manoeuvre that should turn anything biological inside it into soup.
A child talks to somebody who died before the child was born.
A dream predicts Tuesday.
A coincidence becomes too precise to remain a coincidence.
The machine coughs.
The Nagual is the ultimate wildcard.
And it isn’t separate from us.
It’s inside every human being, if they allow it to emerge.
It’s possession.
It’s letting go of the Tonal — the ordered conscious world, the named world, the inventoried world — if only for a moment.
Letting the other thing speak.
This is what the overlords fear.
They fear the unpredictable.
They fear the spectres of chaos that can spring into existence at any moment.
They fear the tiny deviation.
The unprogrammed gesture.
Their butler brings them porridge for breakfast.
But today there isn’t quite enough sugar.
Why?
Because the butler was distracted by the hem of the maid’s skirt riding higher over her thighs as she bent down to pull the washing from the dryer.
There.
A deviation.
Something outside the model.
Something escaped.
Multiply it by eight billion.
That’s the nightmare.
It’s the same with the ghost lights in the sky, in the oceans, under the ground.
They have no idea what they are.
Let alone how to control them.
The Id is loose.
And they can hear its footsteps on the stairs during their sleepless nights.
As Dr Iain McGilchrist says:
“Left brain dominance cannot be sustained. It will be its own destruction.”
And now, at the darkest hour, the Nagual begins restoring the balance.
It may prove utterly destabilising.
It may throw humanity into something resembling an Alice in Wonderland world.
But perhaps that is precisely the catalyst required for a new world.
A new reality.
One where zero is one and one is zero.
At the same time.
Where Schrödinger’s cat is alive and dead at the same time.
Where the afterlife and life are discovered to be one life — neither here nor there — traversing a multitude of realms.
Where the strange cat barks and caws because all life is contained within it.
Where the control grid dissolves into waves of probability.
Where the cage becomes an open plain beneath the cosmos.
Where lifeforms whizz in and out of tangible existence.
Where the old dreams of shamans cease to be primitive superstition and become operational maps.
Where the impossible leaks through the ceiling.
Where the border between mind and world buckles.
Where the dead speak through electrical noise.
Where the UFO becomes a thought.
Where the thought becomes a UFO.
Where reality forgets which side of the mirror it is supposed to occupy.
And somewhere, beyond the security gates, beyond the databases, beyond the satellites, beyond the billionaires’ bunkers and biometric locks —
Lewis Carroll sits quietly smoking his pipe.
Watching the white rabbit disappear into the machinery.
And slowly realising:
he wrote the new world into existence.
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