The Money-Casting Secrets Of Rebel Sorcerers
Everybody's finances are being nuked by the ruling overlords — time to fight back with supercharged diabolism...
We’re looking at a “fun” summer this year what with potential fuel and food shortages, and even lockdowns 2.0.
All down to the Strait of Hormuz being blocked — as a result of Humpty Trumpty’s war on Iran, with the support of his rabid “god-squad” admin.
That said, Black Swans are everywhere. Here’s one:
Unidentified drones again… given the drone flap back in ‘24 this could well be a Black Swan floating down the river. Could mean the situation in Iran will change abruptly.
Oh and Kenny found the video below — unwise for the US or anybody else to mess with North Korea:
That’s another Black Swan.
So we have the machinations of the Simulation working in mysterious ways — though to be fair we’re more likely looking at 5th Generation warfare, particularly with the drones… or UAP.
On top of that, there’s been numerous suspicious deaths of scientists in America. Add to that the strange disappearance of General McCasland four weeks back. He was in charge of research at the Wright-Patterson airbase (lots of UAP rumours), and was in Special Access Programs — above top secret.
Below is from 2022 — very sad suspicious death of a researcher in anti-gravity and free-energy.
A lot is going on above and beyond what you see in mainstream media.
So what can a rebel sorcerer do?
The game is keeping out of the firing line and keeping your finances intact — even though prices and bills are through the roof, and heading for the stratosphere. So the intentions are protection and money. And actually, ideally, activating some portal to get out of this dimension if the need arises — for me that would be via one of the many tumuli here in Suffolk… but they aren’t exactly stable having not been used for 5,000 years.
On a more practical note, let’s look at money — drawing it and holding income steady.
For me, I use old places of power local to me, or over by the coast in Suffolk or Norfolk. The Substack Note below shows one of my regular haunts.
But wherever you are in the world, look at local maps to find the ancient places. The more UAP and cryptid sightings the better. If Big Foot is wandering about, go for that. Although, I have to say, the local woodwoses make me a touch edgy. I haven’t figured out if they are Neanderthals coming through the Mickle Hill portal, or whether they are mutants created by the nearby military bases.
All ways round, you want a location steeped in ancient history and ideally used for baleful rites by Neolithic peoples. The scarier the better — as that tends to deter normies from visiting and disturbing you in your baleful enterprises.
Anyway, once you get to your chosen location, you can begin your working. If I’m at the Devil’s Punchbowl (see above video) then I natural call upon Mr. Natas, the Devil himself. This typically involves trancing out, so I’m half in this realm, and half in hyperspace/astral.
Then I literally have a chat with Old Nick, laying down what needs to be done and asking if he’d be up for lending his diabolic assistance. The answer is typically “yes”. It’s then that the game is afoot, and, to be fair, results tend to come to pass pretty swiftly.
For me dealing with the Devil is a pretty convivial affair.
Pretty much like discussing a business deal in Gentleman’s club of old — even though we’re out in the sticks. That said, there’s been many a time I have called upon Old Nick in the environs of London, particularly in havens of serenity like Highgate Cemetery or Alexandra Palace. You just need a quiet moment where you are not disturbed.
Mr. Natas is your go-to when it comes to money, but protection works well to as you’re looking for the “luck of the Devil” to keep you out of harm’s way.
Of course, in our current times you get conspiracy people ranting on and on about Mr. Natas. They’re squeamish about the cloven-hoofed path. Plus they insist that the “elites” are satanists. Seems to me that’s an insult to Old Nick. Remember that Britain is the traditional heartland of the Satanist. There’s a glorious history of that going back to the The Hellfire Club and old Dashwood.
Yes, I know David Icke once went down to the Hellfire Caves at West Wycombe with a medium in tow — and got freaked out… (presumably by the forlorn spirits in the place and not by the rather tedious, and less-than-cool medium).
What Mr. Icke forgets is the very spirit of rebellion that lies in the soul of all (well nearly all) Englishmen and women. Think Wat Tyler and the Peasants Revolt. We weren’t putting up with the elites in the 15th century, and we aren’t going to today, either.
Admittedly, members of the Hellfire Club were essentially elites — but were also absolute reprobates… and remember, Sir Francis Dashwood hardly came from a long line of aristocrats. His father basically saw off his first wife so he could marry a woman with a title.
Made perfect sense.
There’s a lot to be said for more-or-less buying into a knighthood — saves having to do endless charity work and continually bowing to whatever monarch is on the throne.
To sum up…
My advice, if you want to keep out of the firing line through the rest of this year, and keep food on your plate and a few shekels in your back pocket, then you can do worse than calling on Old Nick for a little assistance.