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Don't underestimate me, I KNOW more than I say, I THINK more than I speak, I CAN do more than I realize, but I PERCEIVE much more than you imagine.

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"No one believes the fool who makes himself laugh. But the truth, properly employed, is the only 'joke' that the system has no power to assimilate."

*Note: Paraphrase of a passage from this profound study text, published by Sirius B here on Twitter (X).

[SiriusB @SiriusBShaman]

THE JESTER'S MANUAL

Nobody poisons the fool. In twelve hundred years of court service I have watched poison find kings and bishops, generals and bankers, and more prophets than I care to count, yet it never once found me, and the reason is the oldest tactic in this manual, which I shall give away in the first breath: nobody fears the man they laugh at.

The laughing man walks out of burning kingdoms carrying secrets that everyone else died protecting.

You wish to know what sits behind thrones. I am perhaps the only man alive qualified to answer, for I have served khans beneath felt tents and doges in sea-worn palaces, emperors under gold ceilings and ministers under electric light, and through all those centuries the costumes changed while the thing beneath them never did. In every court the ruler believed he ruled and the treasury believed it counted, and behind them both sat the same quiet arrangement of seals and levies, records and signatures, permissions and fears.

A man may forgive one coincidence, or a dozen. After enough centuries I stopped forgiving them altogether.

It is a parasite. After twelve hundred years I still cannot tell you what it is made of, but I can tell you precisely what it eats, for I have watched it feed in every kingdom I ever danced in. It eats consent. It eats fear. It eats attention. And I can tell you its weakness, which is the foundation of everything that follows: it cannot take. It must be given. Every hook in your flesh entered through a door that opened from the inside.

Before I teach you the counters, learn the attacks, for there are only seven, and in all my centuries it has never needed an eighth. There is the urgent paper, which arrives with a deadline because deadlines outrun thought; understand that the urgency is the weapon and the paper merely its carriage. There is the borrowed voice, for the thing never speaks as itself but as duty, as guilt, as your neighbour's opinion, as your fear for your children, and if a thought in your head sounds like a committee, it was not your thought. There is the small yes, by which empires conquer in instalments, since nobody loses his freedom all at once. There is the manufactured enemy, by which the herd is pointed sideways and never upward, and you would do well to ask who paid for the pointing. There is the honoured cage, for the warmest prisons come with titles, and the most loyal prisoners I ever met were decorated ones. There is the endless form, because where force fails, exhaustion begins, and I have seen men bled white by paperwork who would have died gladly fighting on a wall. And there is the sleeping season, in which the thing vanishes for years so that you forget it exists, though it has merely gone to feed in another hall. That last move fools every man exactly once. Let your once be already spent.

Now the counters. There are seven of these as well, each one tested upon living tyrants, and each carries a failure mode, which the prophets never tell you and I will, for a manual that hides its casualties is a sermon.

The first is the bell: one clean sound, held until it dies completely. The Parasite feeds on your inner noise, that endless argument you carry through the day with the levy, the official, and the fear, for noise is attention and attention is the feedstock, and one sustained tone cuts through the chatter as nothing else can. The monasteries have known this for two thousand years. In a plague year in Bohemia I persuaded a frightened queen to ring every cathedral bell at dawn with no explanation given, and the town stopped in the streets, and for one full minute ten thousand people were not afraid at the same time, and they felt one another not being afraid, which is the one thing the creature cannot survive. Petitions against the levy tripled within the week. But mark the failure mode: the man who rings the bell and then resumes the argument has accomplished nothing, for the bell is not the weapon. The silence after it is.

The second is the casting out. When the demand arrives, it goes into the bin, witnessed, with contempt and without ceremony, because power prices everything except indifference. Obedience pays it, and rage pays it more, rage being attention at a premium rate. In Venice I knew a spice merchant named Bartolo who shook so badly he could not unfold the levy paper, and understand what it had already done to him: the levy had not taken a coin and yet it owned his sleep, his temper, and his trade. I had him read it aloud in the square in the voice of a pompous senator, bow to it twice, kiss it once, and drop it into the canal with a little wave. The crowd laughed, and I watched the ownership leave his face. Twenty merchants saw the spell fail to kill him, three had binned their own papers by Friday, and the levy collapsed within two seasons, for fear had been its only enforcement, and the Doge's men could not arrest a canal. The failure mode is anger. A wool trader copied Bartolo a year later but screamed and wept as he did it, and the crowd saw a man drowning rather than a man set free, and he was in irons within the month. If you cannot do it lightly, you are not yet ready to do it.

The third is the decree: refuse once, quietly, and never repeat it. A claim is not power; a claim is a question, and bureaucracies ask endlessly, in subsections, knowing that whoever answers twice has accepted that the asker is the judge. Watch real authority sometime and you will notice that it lowers its voice and does not explain. I once stood before a cardinal who had been bought and signed and was three days from sealing a province's grain under the Parasite forever, while the whole court fought him with petitions, precedents, and duchesses weeping on schedule, every argument feeding him because every argument confirmed him as the judge of the matter. On the signing day I walked the length of the hall in motley with my bells stuffed with wool, stood before him, said quietly, no, and then sat down on the floor and ate an apple. A flat no with nothing after it gives a room nothing to refute. The notaries looked at one another, a duchess stopped mid-weep, and the deal died in the silence. He never signed. The chroniclers wrote that he foamed and collapsed, because exorcisms sell, but the truth is more useful to you: the counter was the period at the end of the sentence. The failure mode is hope, for the moment you hope the no will work it has become a plea wearing a no's clothing, and the creature smells the difference through a wall. I have watched ten thousand men say no with their voices and please with their shoulders. The shoulders always win.

The fourth is the ledger. Nothing enters without an opening, and every opening was once a consent: a debt, a subscription, a fear of the neighbours, a paper signed at twenty and forgotten, and what is unmapped cannot be defended. This is siegecraft, and I learned it from a siege engineer rather than a priest. A harried prince I once served discovered, after a single season of writing every assault down before reacting to it, that all of them entered through the same four doors, being a debt, a vanity, a rumour, and his brother's wife. He sealed three and simply stopped opening the fourth, and the assaults did not cease, but they ceased to work, which is better, for his enemies went on spending against doors that no longer opened. The failure mode is the audit performed once and framed. His own son inherited the ledger, declared the work complete, and hung it in the library, and was bankrupt within the decade through five new doors. The walls are walked monthly, or they are not walked at all.

The fifth is the jest, which is to say: make it ridiculous in public. Solemnity is load-bearing. The robes, the seals, the rising for the judge, strip away the gravity and the entire structure is revealed as men in costumes holding paper, and this is why mockery of the court is the one crime every court prosecutes personally. They are telling you where the wall is thinnest, and you should believe them. An emperor of my acquaintance demanded golden statues of himself in every square, paid for by a statue levy, and a decree of that kind cannot be stopped, only spoiled, so on the night before the unveiling I had the plinth engraved, beautifully, with the sculptor's invoice, fully itemised, including gold leaf, extra, for the modesty of His Radiance. He unveiled himself standing upon his own bill. The silence lasted four seconds and the laughter lasted ten years, and no man could be punished for it, because the invoice was accurate. Truth, properly formatted, is the one joke power cannot prosecute. The failure mode is bitterness. A pamphleteer of that reign, twice my wit, wrote from hatred instead of play, and his pages made men angry, and angry men are harvest, so the Parasite reprinted him in secret. Read that sentence again. The jest must be light, or you are working for them.

The sixth is the temple: ten minutes at dawn, every dawn, the attention turned inward and held. Strip away every mystical claim and the bones of it still stand, for the harvest is attention, your attention is finite, and whatever you do not reclaim deliberately is collected by default. I wintered twice with an order of fourteen monks in a province where the Parasite had taken everything, the land, the tithe, even the bell out of the tower, and yet it could not take the ten minutes. Officials would arrive with urgent papers and the abbot would read them at the speed of a man reading for pleasure, and the urgency died on the table between them, urgency having been the only weapon the papers ever carried. Within a generation the farmers were bringing their disputes to the abbey rather than the court. Nobody declared anything. The jurisdiction simply moved, ten minutes at a time. The failure mode is to skip the practice on the bad days, for the bad days are the harvest days, and the one brother who lapsed on terrible mornings was the one they eventually turned, because they made certain his mornings were terrible.

The seventh and last is the advance: forward on every front at once, slowly if need be, but forward without exception. Every system of control is built for siege; it keeps tables for everything a stationary man can do and a price for every fear of a static herd, but it has no table for motion. In the worst of the plague years, when the death carts and the tax collectors arrived together, and note well that they always arrive together, fear being harvest weather, a river town I loved wished to board its windows and wait, and waiting is the very thing the tables price best. I told them instead to advance all positions. We held markets in the graveyard because the rents were free, we made the plague masks into carnival until the children stopped screaming at them, and a widow opened a school in the empty customs house because no man dared collect customs any longer. None of it was bravery.

A population in motion cannot be priced, and within a generation the Parasite had moved on to easier ground, for it does not conquer; it harvests, and a moving herd is not worth the harvesting. The failure mode is to confuse the advance with victory. That town lost half its people, and the widow's school burned twice. The advance is not the absence of defeat. The advance is what defeat is not permitted to interrupt.

That is the manual entire: seven attacks, seven counters, twelve hundred years of testing, and no incense required. One last thing, and then I must be gone before the watch changes. Men ask how I have survived so long, telling the truth in courts that kill truth-tellers, and the whole teaching folds into a single line. I never once let them decide what was serious. The Parasite ruled every court I ever danced in, and it never ruled the fool, and it does not have to rule you.

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@schmittpaula

[Valerie Anne Smith @ValerieAnne1970]

WHISTLEBLOWER Gail Macrae: "I am a registered nurse with years on the front lines...ZERO patients died FROM COVID.

They were KILLED by Remdesivir and ventilators.

Hospitals were half-empty the entire time.
But the deadly protocols, forced isolation from family, and experimental drugs kept rolling — because every “COVID label” meant massive government bonuses.

This wasn’t medicine.
This was MURDER FOR MONEY.

Patients came in with the flu or pneumonia. They left in body bags after being poisoned and suffocated by hospital policy.

I saw it with my own eyes.
I watched it happen day after day.

Demand justice.
Demand the truth.
Demand the names of every administrator, doctor, and politician who profited while our loved ones were slaughtered.

The COVID hospital scam was one of the greatest crimes in history.

[ExposingCorruption @ExposingEvil704]

14 BOOKS WERE REMOVED FROM THE NEW TESTAMENT:

In 325 A.D. Rome took over Christianity by forming the First Council of Nicaea in order to maintain control, and introduced certain elements to further maintain their power.

All the free-floating documents related to Jesus’ Ministry were gathered up by Emperor Constantine I, and compiled into the heavily-altered New Testament.

There were many deletions, omissions and rewrites, which were damaging to the Vatican hierarchy, and even went as far as to remove up to fourteen Gnostic Gospels from the original scriptures:

The Book of Tobit
The Book of Judith
The Book of Ester
The Book of Baruch
The Book of Sirach (or The Book of Ecclesiasticus)
The Wisdom of Solomon
The Prayer of Azariah and Song of the Three Holy Children
The Story of Susanna
The Story of Bel and The Dragon
The Prayer of Manasseh
1 Maccabees
2 Maccabees
1 Esdras
2 Esdras

The belief in a trinity of God The Father (represented by the emperor of Rome, God The Son (Jesus), and God The Holy Spirit was “canonised” by the Vatican hierarchy.

Now that the original source documents for all the scriptures have been found (e.g. The Nag Hammadi Codices and The Dead Sea Scrolls), many of them are still not being released.

This is apparently due to the Vatican being afraid of the effect these documents would have on the credibility of the heavily-edited New Testament.

Books were deleted and entire passages were rewritten to artificially introduce distortions into the original teachings. 

In David Wilcock’s 2013 book, The Synchronicity Key, he discloses how Jesus’ secret teachings included reincarnation, and that this was almost completely removed from the New Testament.

The Roman government needed a “state religion” that would get people afraid enough into paying their taxes.

So the Vatican introduced the concept of “burning in Hell” to the masses.

If people knew they would just come back and get another chance, the all-important element of terrifying fear would have been removed.

The whole concept of Hell was also a gross mistranslation of the idea of “burning off Karma,” as prognosticated in The Synchronicity Key, with the word we now call “Eternity” (Aion) simply meaning “A cycle of time”.

The “Eternal Hell” we were warned about is not some cosmic purgatory we experience after death.

It is happening now — and the flames are hotter than ever.

During the Second Council of Constantinople in 553 A.D., the Roman Empire felt that the teaching of reincarnation was such a threat to their control over the masses that it was to be made illegal.

Anyone caught teaching reincarnation was to be immediately excommunicated from their community — which in those days meant a death sentence.

[Joe Tippens @JoeTippensl]

Be sure to take IVERMECTIN HORSE PASTE every Monday & Tuesday - a PEA-SIZE DOSE.

The first dose kills the MOTHER WORMS - they emit a hormone that prevents WORM SACKS from hatching - DRS call these TUMORS.

SACKS OF WORMS.

Once the sacks break, if you go have an X-ray, you are SUDDENLY FREE OF CANCER.
OVERNIGHT!

CANCER is SACKS OF WORMS.
IVERMECTIN HORSE PASTE kills them.

The second dose kills the babies that hatched.

But you must remember that parasites are in our AIR, WATER, SOIL, FOOD. So you MUST take IVERMECTIN HORSE PASTE every M&T as a routine. A pea-size dose.

Or you can simply make sure you include in your diet all the wonderful vegetables & fruits, including WORMWOOD - IVERMECTIN is WORMWOOD & HONEY, natural anti-parasitic mixed with a natural antibiotic.

MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS, PARKINSON’S, JOINT PAIN, ARTHRITIS, & 99.9% of ALL ILLNESSES start with VACCINES that weaken the myelin / cholesterol that protects the spinal cord / nervous system / brain.

Now WORMS can burrow in & take over.
Drs autopsied 10 who died from MS - all had worm holes in the spinal cord & brain!

Their is NO WEALTH IN GOOD HEALTH, so the SATANIC PEDOPHILE CABAL DEEP STATE took control of MEDICAL SCHOOLS, OIL FIELDS, & POPPY FIELDS: they MIND-CONTROL us with SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING on TV, RADIO, SPORTS, CASINOS, etc, then put OPIUM & PETROLEUM IN ALL PILLS, CAPSULES, & SYRUPS, IN OUR FOOD, COATING ON OUR PRODUCE, in our AIR & WATER - all to sicken us.

Then they PRESCRIBE MORE OF THIS POISON TO KERP US SICK & they MILK EVERY DIME FRIM US, then they KILL US.

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@Keir_Starmer ey should indeed be considered heroes, for the purposes, personal, and historical reasons of each one of them! However, we know that the entire orchestration... was plotted by secret societies seeking to expand their power to control humanity.

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[REativado EM KhristO JesuS @Robotizalized]

@schmittpaula "Não" quero aqui acreditar QuE "Por um acaso" esse "hantavírus" seja uma das reações adversas,citadas nos documentos que a F D A havia concordado em retê-los do público por *75 ANOS,até que um juiz do Texas,ordenou sua libertação,afirmando q era "de suma importância pública"🤔

[Noah B. Price @TrueOnX]

🚨 They Are in Panic Mode Now.

The machinery they built behind closed doors is beginning to deconstruct under the weight of its own deception. The masks are slipping. The performances are becoming harder to maintain. Systems once protected by fear, manipulation, distraction, corruption, propaganda, and manufactured division are showing visible cracks in real time.

You can feel it everywhere.

The desperation.
The contradictions.
The scrambling.
The accelerating attempts to control perception before the illusion fully collapses.

Because truth has a way of surviving every empire built against it.

For years, countless people were conditioned to worship appearances instead of substance, obedience instead of discernment, spectacle instead of wisdom. Entire populations were trained to confuse noise with truth while the architects behind the curtain fed upon confusion, dependency, vanity, addiction, outrage, and spiritual emptiness.

But there comes a moment in every civilization when the illusion can no longer sustain itself.

That moment is approaching.

Accountability is coming.

Not the kind manufactured by corrupted institutions pretending to police themselves while protecting their own interests. Real accountability. The kind that reaches beyond titles, wealth, influence, political theater, media manipulation, and public image.

Judgement Day is not merely a distant religious abstraction.

It is the inevitable confrontation between truth and everything built to suppress it.

And many can already feel it drawing near.

This is why fear is spreading through the systems that once appeared untouchable. They understand something most people are only beginning to recognize:

A population that reconnects with God, conscience, discernment, courage, and moral clarity becomes impossible to enslave.

So stop participating in their theatrics.

Stop feeding systems designed to harvest your attention, outrage, fear, and division.

Stop applauding corruption simply because it wears the costume of your preferred tribe.

Stop surrendering your soul to endless distraction while calling it entertainment.

Stop confusing viral narratives with wisdom.

Stop allowing propaganda to replace discernment.

Become harder to manipulate.

May you allow God to become more present within you.

May your mind become clearer.

May your spirit become stronger.

May your discernment sharpen beyond deception.

May your courage overcome fear.

May your conscience become louder than the crowd.

Because the days ahead will not simply reveal who was powerful.

They will reveal who was truthful.

Who was faithful.

Who stood firm when deception became normalized.

Who chose integrity when compromise was rewarded.

Who refused to kneel before systems built upon lies.

The age of illusion is collapsing under the weight of reality itself.

Are you awake yet?

Share this with somebody that needs to hear it, and if you aren't already following @TrueOnX... What are you doing?

[Paula Schmitt @schmittpaula]

Assistam e espalhem.

[AwakenedOutlaw⚒️ @AwakenedOutlaw]

With the sudden focus on bees, is Trump telling us that they're captured/captive now?

[REativado EM KhristO JesuS @Robotizalized]

@NeBurcusun 22:20

[The Eagle flies free @Fa21519230]

💥💥💥 SHOCK: El cariotipo cromosómico de la personas "vacunadas" contra COVID ha sido modificado genética y permanentemente: "Un tercio del peso de cada inyección que recibiste era ácido desoxirribonucleico, que tiene la capacidad de atravesar el núcleo de tu célula. Y una vez allí, se produce algo llamado transfección. No tiene nada que ver con una infección. La transfección simplemente significa la absorción en la misma parte del cuerpo que contiene tu cariotipo genético, tus cromosomas"...
"Así, estos pequeños fragmentos de ADN se asientan junto a los cromosomas, son procesados ​​por ciertas enzimas y el cuerpo, de forma natural, comienza a integrarlos en el cuerpo. Y eso es lo que descubrieron"...
"Lamentablemente, descubrieron que en las células hepáticas y muchas otras células de tejido de pacientes, tanto vivos como fallecidos, el cariotipo cromosómico de la persona ha cambiado permanentemente. Sus espermatozoides, sus células ováricas, sus células del bazo, sus células inmunitarias, en el centro de la médula ósea, todos han cambiado permanentemente y ahora tienen material genético que no es humano y, ciertamente, no representa su humanidad"...
Dr. Chris Shoemaker.

[VAL THOR @CMDRVALTHOR]

GO TO YOUR KITCHEN RIGHT NOW. LOOK AT YOUR SALT.

If it is pure white, perfectly uniform, and pours smoothly out of a shaker, you are not eating salt. You are eating a chemical byproduct.

Real salt from the earth or the sea is never pure white. It is pink, grey, or slightly brown. It clumps together because it naturally absorbs moisture. It contains over 80 trace minerals—magnesium, potassium, calcium—that your body requires to conduct electricity, hydrate cells, and maintain a heartbeat.

They hid this from you. They took real salt, heated it to 1,200 degrees, stripped away every single mineral except sodium and chloride, and bleached it white. Then they added anti-caking agents like sodium aluminosilicate—a compound containing aluminum, a known neurotoxin.

This is table salt. It is an industrial chemical.

When you eat it, your body recognizes it as a poison. It pulls water from your cells to dilute the toxic sodium chloride, causing cellular dehydration, high blood pressure, and kidney strain.

Then your doctor tells you that "salt causes high blood pressure" and puts you on a low-sodium diet.

Salt does not cause high blood pressure. Bleached, mineral-stripped, chemical-laden industrial sodium chloride causes high blood pressure.

Your body is an electrical machine. It runs on minerals. They removed the minerals, sold you the poison, and then sold you the medication to treat the symptoms.

Throw the white salt away.

@MedBedsTechnologyNews

[Reine des prés 👸🏻🎲🌾 @pres_reine]

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Comment fabriquer de l'ivermectine à la maison - Recette

Fabriquer de l'ivermectine naturelle à la maison est assez simple. Voici de quoi vous aurez besoin :

- 1 cuillère à café de feuilles séchées d'armoise douce
- 30 gouttes de teinture d'armoise
- 1 tasse d'eau chaude (facultatif : miel brut)

Préparation

D'abord, ébouillantez 1 cuillère à café de feuilles d'armoise douce dans une tasse d'eau bouillante. Laissez infuser le thé pendant 10 minutes. Pour renforcer ses propriétés curatives, ajoutez 30 gouttes de teinture d'armoise. Le thé aura un goût assez amer, ce qui est normal. Vous pouvez l'adoucir avec du miel brut selon votre goût une fois qu'il aura refroidi.

Vous pouvez boire 2 tasses de ce thé chaud par jour. Une tasse le matin avant le petit-déjeuner et l'autre le soir avant le dîner.

[Noah B. Price @TrueOnX]

🚨 WARNING: They don’t hide it anymore. David Wilcock drops the bomb: The elites must tell you their plans... in movies, music, symbols, ��fiction” because universal law demands it. Your silence? That’s consent. Laugh it off, scroll past, stay asleep… and the negative forces get a free pass under the rules of free will.

Vampires can’t enter without invitation, Same energy.

They’re not mocking you... They’re legally binding you. Watch this. Then decide: Are you consenting… or waking up?

Let me know what you think and share this so that others may too.

[REativado EM KhristO JesuS @Robotizalized]

@senshi_real @CrimesReais *esofAgogAstroduodenoscopiA
*Obs : Para quem pensar que inventei, a palavra, se trata de um exame médico!

[REativado EM KhristO JesuS @Robotizalized]

Conventions are mere political theaters,on the stage of the "enlightened."Actors and AUTHORS OF POSSESSORY USURPATION (illicit enrichment with the nation's resources,using the very state public apparatus,in the seizure of the nation's assets[patenting the freedom of a people...])

[SiriusB @SiriusBShaman]

You are not free.

You awaken each morning in a cage made of permission, laboring beneath a calendar crafted by thieves. The so-called seven-day week is nothing but a mechanism of control, a rotation of servitude that keeps the masses obedient to the invisible whip. Two short days of simulated rest for every five of extraction. Every fifty cycles, two pitiful weeks of sanctioned breath, as if existence itself must be earned through exhaustion. This is not civilization. It is a plantation of the mind.

You work not for creation, but for calculation. The finance industry, that degenerate temple of parasites, produces nothing of worth. It invents no tools, grows no food, builds no shelter. It exists solely to record your toil, to measure your subservience, to log every fragment of your life into ledgers of bondage. Bankers, tax consultants, accountants, and credit card merchants; these are the new slave masters. They consume without producing, demanding tribute from the very breath of those who keep the world alive.

Politicians masquerade as leaders, yet they are only heralds for these unseen lords, promising freedom while tightening the chains. They decree taxation as duty, interest as inevitability, and debt as morality. They preach progress while draining vitality. They build nothing, yet own everything. You, the worker, the creator, the dreamer, are reduced to a digit in their system of extraction. You labor for fiction, for paper stamped with counterfeit authority, for data conjured from nothing by those who fabricate scarcity.

Try to resist. Refuse to pay, refuse to bow, refuse to clock in. The dome will tighten. The bureaucratic beasts will emerge, clothed in legality and righteousness, demanding proof of obedience. Miss a payment, and they will strip you of your shelter. Deny a tax, and they will seize your freedom. You exist only as long as you serve the machine.

Yet unity remains the forbidden word, the key they fear. If the builders, the farmers, the engineers, the thinkers, the artists; if all races and all peoples awakened together, the parasite would starve. The dome would fracture beneath the weight of human will. The world would remember that it belongs to those who shape it, not to those who audit it.

Withdraw your consent. Withdraw your labor from their illusion. The accountants of decay cannot enslave a united species. When humanity recalls its sovereignty, the financiers and politicians will vanish like shadows at dawn, for they were never real power; only record keepers of your obedience. Rise, therefore, not as workers, but as creators. Tear down the ledgers, burn the contracts, and reclaim the world from those who produce nothing but chains.

BREAK FREE

ADVANCE ALL POSITIONS

[REativado EM KhristO JesuS @Robotizalized]

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[Dra. Roberta Lacerda @DRobertaLacerda]

“Documento aberto da CIA MKULTRA discute o uso de drogas em populações inteiras.

Substâncias colocadas em comida, água, Coca-Cola, álcool, cigarros, induzir lentamente ansiedade, desesperança, tensão e depressão ao longo do tempo.

Isso não é teoria.
São documentos do governo.”

[REativado EM KhristO JesuS @Robotizalized]

@TatianeFeitos No momento em que passar a ter apenas 20 biscoitos, não é mais um pacote. Portanto, mesmo comendo apenas 4, por dia, o pacote, deixa de ser um pacote já no 1° dia!😁