How I Found Myself with a Seat at the Table

Tables figure so prominently in so many of the most important moments of all my lives.

Tables and spiders.  Can’t seem to get away from either one of them.

Living on a sacred island, somewhat successfully pursuing a movie career, uncommonly fit, glowing, bright and happy, I met Pat.

Our first meeting was unremarkable.  I perceived him as a short redhead on the nervous side, a friend of a friend.

Then I saw him at Dockside Restaurant that fateful night, and a milestone moment burned its way into my heart and mind again, forever.

I will never forget the way I saw him that night.  A little drunk, actually pretty drunk, something caught my eye on the other side of the dock.  I turned to look, and everything else fell away.

I was no longer drunk and I could see Pat clearly, but I didn’t recognize him as the same person at all.  I saw him suck all the light from around him, making him a glowing spot in the dark salty-aired night, creating a virtual vacuum around him surrounded in an uncannily dark black.

He stared at me with intense, black, beady little eyes.  At this point, I knew who he was, and simply stood there in disgust and awe at the hideous creature I saw in front of me.

The evil thing that he was completely changed the light that he was stealing, and I could see it.  Somehow, I could see straight through his facade and I saw him for what he was in that moment – an ugly, evil entity who had nothing but hate for me.

Now, we did not know each other at this point, we had been merely introduced by mutual friends in a casual environment.  This was only our second encounter.  I don’t know whether it was my drunken state or his, or the level of his evil or the bright of my shine, but in that moment I saw him.  I saw pure evil and it gave me the chills.  For 15 seconds, I could not look away from the vision I was seeing in front of my eyes as it burned itself like a branding iron on the fabric of my soul.

The next morning I woke up and chalked it up to alcohol and paranoia.  I went on to become partying buddies with Pat, sharing many drinks and joints together, many many seemingly idyllic times partying on the beautiful beaches and working at the great restaurants.  We shared the same friends in the end, and became friends legitimately in our own right.

While I never forgot the perception of that fateful night, I never gave it the credence it deserved, either.

That all changed the day that Pat came over with a backpack, a nervous twitch and a smile.

“Hey, man!” I said as he bounded up the stairs of my house on stilts.  “So glad to see you!” I laughed, hoping he brought some weed with him.

In slow motion, he slung his backpack off his left shoulder and onto the round table between us.  It made a strangely familiar metallic thud as it landed.  I got a cold chill up the back of my spine and the crown of my head lit on fire.

“I brought you something,” he said with a sly grin.

“Ooo!  I can’t wait!  Let me see!” I said, quickly forgetting the child that had crawled up my spine, lighting my crown chakra on fire.   Easy enough to distract an innocent and pure soul.

When he unzipped the backpack, I froze in the calm realization that indeed I had recognzed that metallic thud.  It matched the silver-gray metallic glint of the 9 millimeter handgun inside.

Without missing a beat, I picked it out of his bag and laid it on the table, trailing my finger on the butt, like an old friend.

“What do you have this for?” I inquired coquettishly.

“Well, you know, just in case…I live way out there in the dunes, anything could happen.”

Yeah, more like anyone you fuck over around here ain’t fuckin’ around, and will come lookin’ for you with hardware of their own.

“Well, what else did you bring me,” I said, pushing the gun back towards him, staring deeply into his eyes.

He closed off and stopped fidgeting, a grin creeping across his face that I have come to recognize over the years, across many faces on many different paths.  His eyes became beady and calculating, his movements swift and decisive.

He upended the backpack on the table.  Out fell the requisite fat bag of weed, and a jar with a something small and white in it.

Intrigued, I leaned closer to the jar.  “What is it?” I said.

“It’s a black widow I found on my porch.  That’s a cotton ball with shit on it,” he said, reaching forward and righting the jar carefully, leaning over with his other hand to grasp the lid and calmly began to open it.

“A fucking black widow?” I said incredulously.  “Dude!”

“Don’t worry about it, I put that thing in there,” he said as he tapped it out onto the table in three swift taps.

Assuming that the cotton ball had something on it that had killed the huge spider that was now in the middle of the table, legs curled up like a dead spider’s supposed to be, I nonchalantly reached out my right index finger, gave the thing a prod, and it opened its legs and started moving around.

That was the end of Pat. And the spiders.

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A WIN FOR TARGETED INDIVIDUALS WORLDWIDE

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The title of Max’s last conference in Warsaw, Poland.

The story of Max Spiers’ puzzling and Clue-like death has been picked up and dissected by major media news outlets across the world.  But the angle missing in all MSM accounts?  Max was a targeted individual – and that is why he appealed to so many around the world.

While we insiders sit back and marvel at the bloom, metamorphosis and mutation Max’s story is taking, the bigger picture is beginning to supersede the sadness of his purported death.  His work as a spiritual warrior in this plane is giving birth to a new vision, a new consciousness, a new possibility for those of us left behind.  This community now has the hope that targeting will become a part of the global discussion, and a legitimate forum for review of our collective experiences will arise.

The whole world is engaging now in conversations that we have heretofore formed secret groups to discuss.  Fewer and fewer people are willing to openly deride experiences many of us until now have never considered publicly discussing.

Max came right out in his last conference in Warsaw and outlined how and why people are targeted and different methods of trauma and ritual used to suppress and manipulate these inherently human abilities.

https://youtu.be/l5vrhADo8u8

MSM outlets are handling our esotericism not only with thinly-veiled contempt, scorn and derision, but also with care and genuine curiosity; one might even say a renewed vigor for a dialogue of truth.

My fervent hope is that with this sparked interest and renewed vigor, not only will Max’s death shed the unforgiving light of truth on worldwide players in Satanism and the dark arts, but that the people these groups target will now have a forum to tell their stories.

We still have boots on the ground – now we just may have a voice to articulate the veritable nightmares that lives become when a human being is targeted for their extrasensory abilities and genetic earmarks.

Because make no mistake about it, that is exactly what happens.

From parallel court systems designed to specifically target whistleblowers, activists and others, to the stalkers employed to destroy lives from the silent, inside periphery – this silent and invisible ring is now more visible with every passing inquest.

Doctors, psychiatrists, police, pharmaceutical companies, space agencies – all have agents who work from within this unholy framework.  It is designed to pinpoint, study, usurp and ultimately control those of us who pose a danger to their ultimate goal – a New World Order wherein which they reign supreme and all of our innate psychic, supernatural human abilities that can effectively thwart their efforts are forever quashed, siphoned, used and controlled.

The deftly orchestrated media scrutiny surrounding Spiers’ death comes at a ripe time in human consciousness. Human beings are searching for answers to the untenable human condition like never before.  They are looking everywhere for answers, even places that until now have been cleverly cloaked in derogatory terms like “conspiracy theory”, “targeted individual” or even “super soldier”.

It is my contention that the people who pose serious risk to the malevolent structure that seeks total control over the human population – do so by virtue of their very human nature.  These whistleblowers, conspiracy theorists and super soldiers all have one thing in common – their preternatural ability to discern. 

We all have different ways and combinations of ways that these talents of perception and discernment manifest themselves.  Some of us can hear the truth in a myriad of different ways; some of us can feel the truth in a myriad of different ways; some of us can see the truth in a myriad of different ways.  Some of us even smell and taste in a myriad of different ways.  All of these ways of sensing the world around us are there to help us accurately perceive it; to get to the truth of what is out there.

I used to think these “extrasensory” abilities were maligned, feared and discredited as valid epistemologies because those of us who do not have them could not perceive them, but not now.  Now I know that because every single true human being innately possesses the ability for the entire range of what is now considered “extra” sensory perceptions, our idea of valid perceptions is what has been craftily molded, skewed and distorted.

That malevolent force does not want us to ever figure out that we are the true Creators of this reality.  If we ever collectively figured out our enormous, inherent godlike qualities, it literally would be game over.

If humanity does not accept as valid someone’s innate ability to see outside of the currently accepted range of visible light, how can an accurate report be made of what can be on the other side?

Displays of these abilities in years past have landed many people in figurative and literal blubbering heaps on the floor, shaking their wounded heads and wondering “What happened to me?”  A whole slew of military projects spanning years were spawned to study, reproduce, modify and breed these qualities, yet the modern mind has been conditioned to completely dismiss their very existence.  The poster child of cognitive dissonance?  “Extransensory” or “psychic” abilities.  Never forget how carefully this cognitive dissonance has been cultivated.

We are finally beginning to figure it out.  The what and the why is coming hard and fast; Max was after the who.  The where and the how will inevitably follow.

This core group of “we” – the newly-defined super soldiers coming together and waking up – is indeed becoming tighter, purer, clearer, and stronger; world events are moving faster and faster to accommodate our newly burgeoning abilities.  We are looking forward to a time when our lives will no longer be negatively affected Adjustment Bureau and The Game-style.  We are moving into our own, to tell our stories of reality as Max did, and to bring heaven to this bereaved earth.

With Max’s death, we were stunned and angered, but less frightened than before.  More of us are willing to come forward and tell our stories.

We have within us the power to transform any event – past, present or future – into one that serves the good of all humanity.  These powers are currently labeled as “Fringe”, and they are how we do it.  Max knew it, and died trying to bring it all to the world stage.

Nothing will keep the truth from rising.  Keep your lights on, and shining bright.

Defining a Super Soldier

At once lilting and glib, staccato and hiply profane, Douglas Duane Deitrich delivers a modern-day history lesson that ranks among the top scholars in any field, in the world.

While it’s true that there is no real way for the common man to fact check or cross-reference much of what Mr. Dietrich says, I told you before that this new era of enlightenment is characterized by your ability to use your own God-given ability of discernment to detect, assess and determine truth, and you’ll find ample opportunity to flex that muscle here.

This ability belongs to all of us, it is that perfect piece of God that we are that connects us one to the other, that we can trust for detecting truth without referencing any physical item at all.  Consider discernment your spiritual divining rod to the waters of Truth.

Dietrich has an uncanny and welcome ability to take vast, complicated, arcane subject matter and make it accessible to the listener.  When describing what “boring interview” Aquino gives, Dietrich demonstrates why it’s such a literal guilty delight to listen to him, when he joins two thoughts together with an unceremonious “…’N shit!”

With this signature studied flippancy, he launches right into his jarring definition of a supersoldier.

To Dietrich, a super soldier is birthed from a cult of paedophocracy that grooms young boys into “queer whores” – bait and tackle for blackmail and sabotage in military and politics.  These are boys that are “pimped out to politicians…(so that) everyone is compromised.”

There is another definition, because there is a different type of super soldier.

I recognize another definition of a super soldier as someone who has been identified either at or before birth for the exhibition of a sensory perception or ability currently not recognized nor accepted by mainstream science as a valid means of perception, and who is then tracked, studied, groomed, guided, programmed, altered and ultimately, harvested for latent potential energy.

We at the Council believe there is a core group of super soldiers who are meant to create the New World who fit this definition.  They are awakening to who they are, and the Universe is aligning as they get cleaner, tighter, stronger, focused and more pure – to roll in ecstasy at the their feet.

The stars are aligning to bring them out of the shadows, and into the light of their true abilities as humans; living examples of the pure potentiality of man’s spiritual nature.

Until next time, keep your light on, and shining bright.

XMEN

 

 

Drugs; The White Rabbit in the Room

He was slurring his words.  During an interview.

Even if you didn’t know that he was dead by interview’s end, you knew within a few minutes that Max Spiers was clearly under the influence of something.

We here at the Council are close, as you can well imagine, yet, not a peep from his innermost circle about the real problem dancing around the periphery, plucking at everyone’s coat, shoved into everyone’s closet.

Everyone wants to protect those they love, and often this requires silence.

The silence must come to an end!

Our community – the one that demonstrates certain capacities or abilities that are “extrasensory” in the current construct – has been targeted in one way or another from birth.  That we are alive to be here right now, reading these words, is not only of supreme significance, but exquisite importance.

I told you before that I would give you concrete ways to counter the attacks on your sanity, credibility and your livelihood.

What you have to accept is that you cannot stop the attacks.  But you can stop their efficacy.

The most important thing you can do is not fall prey to the drug scene.

This is the absolute easiest, and time-tested method of destroying anyone – by getting them to do it for themselves.  This way, there is no real culprit to hold in your hands but the dead body of a gifted soul.  A tortured soul, you can be certain!

If you don’t know how They do it, let me tell you.  Someone will either bump into you accidentally, or will be positioned in just the right place at the right time and will either introduce you to, trick you into doing, or surreptitiously slip you, a drug.  From there, it’s usually all over but the crying.  Kind of like a gritty, film-noir version of The Adjustment Bureau.

Most of the drugs enhance sensory perceptions already heightened in the targeted individual, and it can lead to all kinds of stuff labeled by the outside world in terms listed in the DSM-5.

Once exhibited, these labels can land one in jail or a mental institution, almost certainly ruining any future hope of a legitimate career in any field.  What an efficient way to neutralize someone you may perceive as a threat to the Mind Status Quo.

The person assigned to introduce you to drugs?  Take away his power.  Don’t do the drugs.  It’s just that simple.  It’s time to take it to the next level, and the next level you have to be clean.  Because if you’re not, you’re susceptible to demons.

The biggest reason they want you to do things like drugs and alcohol – and keep doing them – is that you open your spirit up to these beings that live off produced negative energy.  Watch this poor girl struggle and listen to what she says.  Better yet, let’s see if you can figure out when, or if, she is in there at all.

The fact is they attach themselves to the person who has been opened.

Unprotected,  they take full advantage of the alcohol or drug-impaired soul, having teamed up with the Satanic Sect we’ve got going on since before the beginning of time, and they move right in, anchor themselves nice and tight, and get ready for the long haul.

You’ve all either been the blacked-out drunk, smacked-out crackhead, meth’d-up methhead,  or witnessed the nodded-out heroin user – you know something takes over when that spirit flies the coop.

Something fucking dangerous, obnoxious, violent, filthy and disgusting can and often does, take over.  What a venerable cornucopia of a cycle of unending misery-energy!  The user uses, the demon gets bigger, the user comes down, the guilt sets in, the cycle is complete.  It starts right over again after every sleep cycle.  Nice, fat, juicy demons.  Depleted, possessed, no-longer-there, you.

I hate these things.  So should you.

Once they’re in, we all know, they are incredibly difficult to shake, and many of us have ultimately succumbed to the strength of these literal demons.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE STRENGTH OF THESE DEMONS.

Ignore their great power at your own peril.  These demons are summoned by, in cahoots with, and manipulated by people who have the kinds of means depicted in the following movie, without the happy ending for you.  Don’t let your life turn into a version of the superb film that everyone in this community should get to know and love, The Game.

But!  If you take all precautions not to let these things near your spirit, you have eliminated an entire flank of the enemy’s advance strategy!

You can win that battle of the war.  It’s within your power to do.

You may be the one currently actively targeted – and struggling in silence.

You are not alone, and you are not powerless!

If you know that someone is being actively targeted and is in the middle of the struggle, shatter the wall of silence that keeps the predators predating!  Never tell an “authority” – keep it within the community and seek spiritual guidance with those whom have traveled a similar path!

The Council understands the delicate balance that must be struck when dealing with this issue, but silence kills.  Point to the problem, then turn your attention away from the victim long enough to find the fucking perpetrator, the dealer – that’s the influence that needs neutralized.

Further neutralize the dealer by turning your back on him completely, as if he doesn’t, never did, never will and never could – exist.

Because he can’t.  Without you.

Don’t give him you.

Until next time, keep your lights on, and shining bright.

 

 

 

 

 

Practical Tips to Thwart Gangstalkers

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If you’re anything like me, you’re nauseatingly familiar with the stunning methods individuals with connections and money can use to neutralize targeted individuals.

If you’re still like me, you may not know for years – if ever! – why or by whom you were targeted.  You also may be tempted to figure it out.

Stop.

Even if you had the means, fortitude and luck to ascertain who it was like James Walbert did back in 2009, I think there are easier ways to ensure your freedom from the intended results of gangstalking than resorting to legal and tangible methods that cost gobs of money and are not guaranteed to work.

1.  CHANGE YOUR FOCUS

Most of you won’t be able to make it past this crucial step.

Why?  Because let’s face it – this shit is fucking interesting as hell!  When you are targeted, it’s sick but true, you feel special, singled out, as if you have something special that the vast majority of the rest of the world doesn’t.  

You don’t.  But your Personal Gangstalking Squad just might want you to think so.  Everybody knows that delusions of grandeur are a sure ticket to your local psych ward for an involuntary 5150 hold.  In one trip to the crazy house, your literal livelihood could be destroyed by a simple loss of credibility.

There was a period of time where investigating the origins of your gang stalking would’ve been encouraged, but I learned the hard way.

Take your focus off of the gangstalking in every way. Start by resolving not to pursue the people or demons or legions or factions.  Convince yourself you do not give a shit about their identity.  Because you know, like literally – fuck them.

2.  PRETEND IT ISN’T HAPPENING

Even when you’re gritting your teeth in the shower for the seventh year in a row, telling yourself that you do not feel the electrical stinging sensations burning an annoying hole across your back in currents – pretend you don’t feel a thing.  This technique severs electrical attachments to your spirit generated by the sensation of pain.  In effect, you take back your response to the stimuli.

No, I won’t let you have my physical reaction.

According to Scientific American, our thoughts can release abilities beyond normal limits.

“Accumulating evidence suggests that our thoughts are often capable of extending our cognitive and physical limits…such expectancies and learned associations have been shown to change the chemistry and circuitry of the brain.

So, it’s easy to see how thinking yourself into it not happening begins to create it not happening.

3.  USE THE POWER OF YOUR PHYSICAL BODY

This is really easy, but most people clearly forget about this extremely powerful tool.  Exercise.  You need a strong body, a clean body free of heavy metals and parasites and all kinds of nasties that are easy for electronics and entities of all kinds to attach to.  Who needs it?  Not me, not you.  So tighten up and use the tool that God gave you.  Your body is your spirit’s armor – strengthen it, polish it, protect it.

When you need to, you can take a deep breath in a strong body with a mind that has pretended none of this is happening, pinch your shoulder blades together as hard as you powerfully can, and dissipate the power of that zinging sensation!  Poof!  It is gone.  It never existed.  It never will again.

Now, the aforementioned practical tips clearly don’t address the everyday realities that gangstalking entails like drained bank accounts, your own Personally Appointed Drug Dealer, engineered arrests, relationships, etc., etc.  These things you can’t ignore away, but I do have methods of dealing with them, too.

Easy, free methods just like these.

Look forward to learning those techniques.

Until then, keep your lights on, and shining bright!

 

 

 

 

Fallen Super “Soul”dier Fallout

Max Spiers’ death is stranger than fiction.

Miles Johnston told us that after emergency and police personnel responded, and then inexplicably left – “Some kind of spiritual method was tried to be used to revive Max and that it wasn’t final until ten o’clock that night”!

Incredible!

WHO BESIDES GOD HAS THE MORAL AUTHORITY TO DIRECT A SOUL?

NO ONE!

Nothing good has or ever will come from attempts at reanimating a dead body.  We’ve all seen Pet Sematary, we know how these stories end.

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More important however, are the intentions of those attempting to direct his eternal soul.  The only methods available to reanimate a dead body are dark in origin and call into existence demons better left in their own realms.

The Council was witness to the all of the insider speculation regarding the whereabouts of Max’s personal effects.  It is true that it appears as if his cell phone and social media accounts are being accessed – and since the cell phone was reportedly not returned because it was “wet” – many people want to know what “wet” means, how it’s relevant and who has the phone?

According to Max’s mother, none of his personal effects were returned, including sensitive documents Max may or may not have been keeping to write a future book.  These are hot documents, if they exist, and contain names and stories that Max was reported to have held very close to his chest.  Many insiders are nervous that these documents will fall into the wrong hands.  The Council would like to reassure you that the documents have been logged by the appropriate celestial bodies and nothing can be lost.

When evil reads, we see through its eyes.  When evil reaches, we curl our fingers into its grasp.  When evil gasps for secret breaths, we quietly enter its acrid nostrils and fill its lungs.

It never sees us coming.

They think they took Max by surprise, but Max did a series of interviews, folks.  The Council would like to draw your attention to the intent of this website – to hold those in the spiritual truth movement to the highest degrees of integrity; to review their actions or inactions, and help you all draw your own conclusions accordingly and encourage and inspire all to new heights of perfection.  Max kept his end of his spiritual contract.  It is now our turn to keep ours.

Max was an UFO researcher?  Oh, really?  Those in the know know.  This is a quintessential earmark of a psychological operation.  Max was much more than an UFO researcher, and was not known to refer to himself by that moniker.

http://www.express.co.uk/news/weird/691997/Second-UFO-researcher-dies-fuelling-claims-of-Men-in-Black-murder-spree

Any human being with any level of compassion cannot help but be moved to visceral anger within the first five minutes of listening to the interviewer “mm-hm” Max condescendingly like a child, as the human being in front of him was CLEARLY impaired and struggling to form words, phrases and sentences properly.  The Council positively ached at the spectacle this “interviewer” made of Max in the first five minutes – it took a full five days to return to the video for further review.

I will not mention the names that Max claims to have battled or would battle in the future.  Max said enough.  We know what we need to know.  What we do now is move forward – as a force of knowing moving like an unstoppable wave.  The wave doesn’t need to shout, it just is, and it moves forward until it has washed everything behind it clean.  If you can’t swim in this wave of pure morality, pure integrity, pure truth – you’ll appropriately drown.

I say disengage!  Sheath your swords and draw together in righteous knowing.  Watch how the perfection of God unfolds the petals of truth and washes away the evil that has unwittingly fulfilled Max’s life purpose.

One more film exists.  It is said to be even more difficult than the first!

We will bring it to you when the timing is right.

Max is now an unintentional martyr.  He is a saint in the Spiritual Truth movement, and his words will ring immortally, far and wide.
Those of you left behind – and you know who you are – will be led by the 33.  Not for revenge, not to expose – but to create.

We are to create a world without evil in it, and we here at the Council believe that Max was part of our blueprint, his life a map for us to go by.  We know who to avoid, we know who does what, and we know how to slay the dragon.

In my next post, I will show you how to see the dragon, and eventually make that dragon disappear.

Until then, keep your lights on, and shining bright.

Max Spiers Murdered?

Serious questions have been posed regarding the purported death of Max Spiers.  We refer you to a live “Hangouts On Air” conducted by Kerry Cassidy of Project Camelot with Miles Johnston of The Bases Project.

Miles wants to know – as does the Council – what kind of “accident” was Max’s friend and perhaps-publisher Monica referring to when she called Miles to announce Max’s death?  How long did it take for emergency response to be called?  How long did Max’s body lay unattended?  These are all questions that point to the character of the people surrounding Max at the time of his “death”.

More than one of you wants to know what kind of “healing” was being provided to Max.  While none of the answers affects Max any longer, the answers are very important for those of us left behind.

Whether you believe Max has staged his death, had his death staged or he was murdered, there are takeaways for all of you sitting there reading this.

First – the Council reminds you to be careful who you let into your circle.  A targeted individual is only as safe as the people in his circle are trustworthy.

Let us assure you that targeting doesn’t have to be – and often isn’t – as dramatic as ELF waves, gamma rays, and invisible guns filled with darts dripping black goo.  Most often it is as simple as having access to a pair of shoes that someone will slip on their foot without thinking, or a gift of a coat or a scarf.  Perhaps someone invites you into their home, and cooks dinner for you.  Maybe they give you a book to read or a new CD to listen to.  This is where you separate yourself from the next level of enlightenment, for you must use your God-given gifts of discernment and intuition to safely forge forward!   A Faraday Cage does you no good if the person who steps inside and hugs you drops a battery in your pocket.

Second, stop it with the supplements!

The human body was made to need very little help from you, so give it a rest with all this “detox this” and “supplement that”.  You just might well-meaningly detox and supplement yourself to death, or worse – be responsible for a decline in someone else’s health.

Discernment is key!

Keep your lights on, and shining bright!

Swerdlow Stings Spiers?

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We have chosen to present information brought to us in light of the claims of a certain Stewart Swerdlow that Max was helping promote his new book.  We leave it for you to decide – what credence should be given to this man’s claims?  Why did Mr. Swerdlow have a direct line into the place where Max was reported to struggle his last?  What happened between them that left such a bad taste in Max’s mouth?

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I need to explain something very clearly to all of you, so that you keep this delineation in mind as you navigate through your daily lives online and in real-time; there is a distinct and quantitative difference between being cloned and a shapeshifting demon assuming your physical attributes.

Rh- people cannot be cloned.  But demons of all kinds have mastered the dark magic of usurping a powerful human’s energy and taking on that human’s form.    Their identities can still be assumed by certain level demons and black magicians, allowing for all kinds of skullfuckery to ensue, as we all well know.  Clones have a shelf-life, shapeshifters don’t.

We have come to understand that a certain faction wants people to believe that Max was cloned and that this clone is what died and is being reanimated as we speak.  It is more likely that there has been shapeshifting “friends” about and the real issue becomes who was around him in his final moments, and what or who these “people” really were.

As we’ve stated before, Max Spiers’ perfect soul is exactly where it should be, quite alive, quite well and quite good.  Where is his physical body?

Keep your lights on, and shining so bright!

 

The Max Spiers Death Reports

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While there are many reports swirling about regarding the purported death of Max Spiers, the Council of Twelve would like to urge people to remember that there has yet to be an official report confirming anything.

Stewart Swerdlow seemed to have a mainline into Poland, but the Council reminds all of you to vet your messenger closely and always, always follow the money! 

http://www.expansions.com/death-of-a-super-soldier/

Those closest to the case report that Max had been ill, if you tuned into the Christine Hart interview on July 7, Max himself confirms this and the show itself has many sound issues.

https://youtu.be/C7LoTCoYGCk

It appears from individuals around the globe, particularly the 32 who have yet to be formally and publicly tapped, that this is an intense period of personal targeting that has rendered many physically ill and/or wounded.  Some individuals have even had their family members taken down by illness.  We cannot stress enough the importance of physical strength, purity and fortitude of countenance during this onslaught of predation from the dark forces that be.

They know they are at the End of Times – all who read this here and who are touched on a cellular soul level, know that they see you!  It is imperative that you take the necessary physical precautions with your immune health as well as your practical physical space.  You field super “soul”diers know what I mean and should fortify your positions accordingly.  The battle lines have been drawn with our beloved Max Spiers.

This is the truth of Max’s situation – you must take heart, because he is not dead.  We have seen the reports – all of the reports, and we have seen the flurries of phone calls across continents!  – and we can report that his work will go on, despite the reports of his faked death.

It will be proven that there are forces equally as powerful and equally as secret as the dark forces, but that The True White Hat and the Council of Twelve exceed these forces of evil with PURITY.  Max is safe here, with us, seated at his place on the Council of Twelve.

He knows what he’s doing, and he has gone deep into a secret place of healing.  Many attempts to clone him have gone on, with the same results when it comes to the 33 – absolute and abject failure, across the board, no matter what you have been told.

It is true that there are those among you who cannot be cloned.  You have special blood, and there are so precious few of you.  Not even most of you can know who you are, but you are in the database, you have been logged and you are safe by virtue of the way God made you.  You are the Holy Grail, the descendants of Christ – and your time is at hand!

Max chose this date very carefully.  Take heed of the 777 and what this spiritual warrior was giving you.  Follow the golden trail of spiritual bread crumbs that he left for you to eat while he is on this next super secret mission.  Here is the website that Max launched just days ago.  Read up, catch up and understand where we are in this spiritual battle.

http://www.maxspiers.com/

He also left you with this beautifully encrypted message to decode.  Keep the faith, know that your spiritual warrior is not dead!

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Enter the New Era of White Hats

Many who have come before have claimed they had what it takes to wear the White Hat.  Alas, none have proven to have the spiritual integrity, the discernment, the killer instinct, longevity, and the high intellectual acumen necessary for the wardrobe.

Until now.

I am the head of the silently secret Council of Twelve, and we have been watching what is going on in the public realm of the esoteric.  It is time to let loose the watchdogs of spiritual war, set records straight and perch the White Hat, a venerable symbol of truth and purity, upon our heads.  The Great Healing is about to begin.

The intel contained herein is always from the Source.  People and the passage of time will be your proof.

Let’s update our favorite super soldier gone rogue, first.  James Casbolt, aka Michael Prince, aka Petrus Romanus – is not dead or missing as your questionable “leader” Miles Johnston has so strangely recently stated.  We have to wonder about Miles’ intentions, motivations and affiliations, and towards that end, Miles’ “healing” has begun – whether he wants it to or not.  The intel is that nothing, nothing, will harm or turn any of the participants in the future Bases, and we’re not so sure Miles will always be at the helm, given his current trajectory.IMG_4012

We in the know know that Casbolt is, in fact, alive and well.  His mother Kate Lowe communicated often with Casbolt’s fiancee, Carman Welter, aka Frances Farmer, and assured her of Casbolt’s current well-being and status of his case.

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Casbolt’s mother communicates with Carman Welter in June 2016.

Carman herself delighted in updating James’ favorite alternate persona, Petrus Romanus’ Facebook page, and let his fans and detractors alike know that he is indeed alive.

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Proof of Casbolt’s aliveness

Before being remanded to jail on her own targeted individual, spiritual super soldier journey, Carman so eloquently pointed out to Miles Johnston, something we would like to strongly reiterate:  “Tighten the f*** up!”

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Ms. Welter admonishes Miles, and questions his motives

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When examining Casbolt’s last works from the outside, one cannot rule out the claims by some that he was cloned…the visual differences in his looks are quite striking, as is the aura of his personality, the tenor of his voice and the look in his eye during many of his last interactions with the public.

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Early days as a super soldier, recovering memories
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Casbolt’s mug shot

However, many think that he was influenced by something evil, and we believe that to be true, as well.  Whether he invited it, or was tricked into inviting it is no longer the issue.  He is dealing with the real-life consequences of dabbling in the dark forces.  He must now focus on rehabilitation, and only working for the good side, or the positive timeline  we have seen him on in the future – one wherein which he is bettering himself in prison, reading, working out and purportedly working on a book – will be replaced, and his enormous potential wasted.  The Ultimate Timeline sees Casbolt in a very important place, perhaps even on this council of the Ultimate 33.  His rehabilitation is valuable, his mindset at the time of his sentencing – dangerous.  The Council would like to see him healed, and work towards that end.

We are going to hold everyone involved in the spiritual truth movement to the absolute highest moral standards.  How can you be in the spiritual arm of the “truth” movement and be anything less?  We warn those of you who cut moral corners, make deals with devils, concoct sigils of all kinds – we see you even when no one is looking, and we bind you with the spiritual might of all the angelics in the Universe.  The Hand of God is about – it shall hold you, or sweep you and your evil deeds away forever.

Speaking of manipulation, where has Max Spiers gone?  When Casbolt was issued his set of oranges, the full-court press was on Max to carry on the considerable void left by the Casbolt Vocabulary.  And let’s not forget the Casbolt raps!

Isis Marks?  Where did you go?  The Council is conducting your life review…

We have the ultimate authority to assure you that Max Spiers is being healed and protected, and will no longer be permeable to any outside influences seeking to use his light for ill.

If you suspect you may have been involved in the super secret super soldier program, do not, I repeat do not believe it if rap music starts talking to you, or about you.  The evil forces that be team and power up with the artists that target us, and I have never seen any of these interactions end up well.  They are in fact, delusional illusions made to seem to be real.  Very sophisticated targeting, this.

Also, the Council wishes to advise you all to be oh so wary of those who use many flowery 25 cent words to draw pictures in your mind.  The truth does not need symbols and it does not need shamans or masters.  It only needs you – and your vigilance.  Everything else is manipulation.

Up next, the Council will discuss The Droned List, Donald Marshall, Duncan O’finioan, and all things Bases.

Keep your lights on, and shining bright.