Hi everyone. I was having TedTalks play in the background while doing work stuff and on it was “This is what it's really like to live with ADHD”; Jessica McCabe. As I am hearing her explain her barriers and something she explained caught my attention and I find it relatable and I rewind the episode. I play it in its entirety and I found myself relating and having similar experiences.
Just fyi I was diagnosed with dyslexia and recommended for IEP when I was in Kindergarten. Anyways let’s just say that I remember the special tests with flip cards they evaluated me on and that it was at a qualitative level beyond what I was given access or had reasonable means of discovering.
I once stumbled upon a document that illustrates the Venn diagrams of Dyscalculia, Dyslexia, Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), ADHD, and Dyspraxia. And how some of them are more likely to intertwine with each other. So I have an educated guess that my main one is ASD because of it’s connection and interaction with ADHD and Dyslexia. I had made attempts to not study these labels in an effort to not stigmatize. However now I realize it’s better to be knowledgeable to gain an understanding of support area from these labels descriptions.
So I am on a journey of self discovery, learning, understanding and trying to build rapport with individuals who may be more familiar with my circumstances and experiences and have compassion and knowledge of my challenges.
Thank you.🙏

I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder, I am one of the rare few that has been confirmed a false positive for T21!! I'm new to Reddit so not sure how to share my previous post but if you click on my name you can see my previous post. scan with no abnormalities and nuchal fold 2.0 16.5 Weeks amniocentesis Dr noted a strawberry shaped skull but didn't label it a soft marker. 18 weeks amniocentesis came back normal Now 19 weeks microarray came back normal!! I think I'm in shock, it's so hard to believe. Idk why I have a feeling something bad is going to happen and my world will come crashing down again but I believe that's my anxiety talking. False positives are very much possible!.

I'm walking through a bustling underground train station. I push and shove my way through all the other commuters onto the platform. As I look around, there seems to be endless rows of platforms in both directions, stretching well into a dense fog. Further ahead, neat lines of railway tracks extend out from the fog and through the platforms. I instinctually look up at the info screen
Next train in ### minutes
I furrow my brow, squint to try and focus on the numbers but they're heavily pixelated and illegible. I look around at the other commuters, who stream onto the platform completely unaware of the anomaly. Most people are on their phone, or wearing headphones while some are talking to each other. No one seems to notice the malfunction with the screen.
That's when the absurdity of the situation clicks for me. Endless platforms, a wall of fog, unreadable numbers and people that don't care. It's all a dream. I bring my hand up to my face and pinch my nose, trying to breathe through it. An old reality check I remembered from back when I was trying to learn to lucid dream.
My heart rate jumped when I realised, that I couldn't breathe through my nose. Before I could even process this, another problem presented itself. I didn't know why I was here. I didn't know where I was going and I definitely did not know how I even got here. It seems as if reality ceased to exist right before I walked onto this platform. Just like it typically feels in a dream, you spawn in out of nowhere and don't really know what happened prior - except this wasn't a dream.
I knew I was sure of it because deep inside my bones I felt this anxious urgent message. I need to catch this train. It was a primal feeling.
At this point, my head is spinning and I need to sit down somewhere. I choose a silver bench with a middle aged woman sitting on it. She shuffles further to the left as I sit down next to her clutching my head and racking my brain to try and figure out what it is happening. This is what amnesia feels like, I thought to my self as I gnawed at scraps of messy muddled memories. Each image that came into my mind was just a fragment - A school, a library, sickeningly white walls. It hit me that I didn't even know my name. I was starting to hyperventilate but then my body kicked into autopilot. I started to take deep breaths, focusing on my diaphragm and calming myself down. It felt like I was trained to do this. I started to focus on the current situation.
Where was my ticket? Instinctually, I knew I had to have gotten one on my entry to the train station. I reached into my pockets and pulled out a scrap of paper. Scrawled in very familiar cursive:
*In case of memory loss, read the journal in your backpack*
Strange message but I didn't have any choice then to at least give the instructions a try. I removed my backpack and rummaged through it for the journal. I wouldn't really call it a backpack - more a tattered and frayed bundle of cloth that was reminiscent of a backpack. I finally found a series of small thick journals, bundled in cloth with their leather covers on the verge of disintegration. The pages still seemed in good condition though. Each cover was sequentially labelled which I'm guessing corresponded to the chronological order of the writings within.
The lady next to me was weirdly getting agitated. She kept stealing glances, her body shaking and eyes burning with a fierce rage. I slowly got up from the bench and began to step backwards. My backpack bumped into a pillar. The dull thud it made seemed to cause a drastic change to everyone around me though. They all snapped their heads, locking eyes on me and staring through my very soul. I felt exposed.
The rumble of an arriving train stole away their attention and within a split second everyone was ignoring me again, going back to their usual activities. It seriously felt like I had just imagined it and it was becoming more and more clear that I was having some sort of mental breakdown. Nevertheless, as the train slowed to a stop on the platform, I walked into it and found a seat. The train seemed to be old and new at the same time. Typical blue seats with abstract dirty patterns complete with a modern sleek interior of gentle curves clashing with a boxy dull metallic exterior and doors that looked like they belonged on a rusty submarine.
I opened the first of the journals and began to read. I soon realised that the handwriting was mine and within the next few moments I was attacked by a barrage of memories that had remained repressed and buried in the back of my mind.
*
My name is Jacob and I have been stuck here in this place called *The Limbo* for an eternity. When I say 'eternity', I don't mean it lightly. Back when I used to keep track I counted over 500 years through my wristwatch that never seemed to run out of battery. Now I know counting is meaningless. There have been periods like this where my mind falls into a deep trance and I lose my whole identity as I mindlessly wander in this place much like the entities that inhabit it. Occasional periods of lucidity breach this trance and then I find myself lost and confused. It's why I keep the journals with me. I think its some sort of psychological survival mechanism that human brains develop when faced with the infinite vastness of The Limbo.
Speaking of The Limbo, I've come to learn a few things about its nature through my stay here. Some of its been through people that I've come across (Yes others are also stuck here) and some has been through my own experiences. Perhaps the most important is the question of where I get my food and water. The answer is weird. I have never felt hungry or thirsty. The sensation of having cool water slide down my throat remains a memory so distant that it feels like the snippet of a childhood dream.
I guess the next natural topic about this place would be time. Through various experiences of mine (that you'll get to read about) and discussions with others, the leading theory of mine is that The Limbo exists outside of time itself. While I myself have fallen here sometime during 2001, I've met many others from various years like the 80s, 90s and even one recent fellow from 2043.
Most people in The Limbo eventually fall into a trance, withering away until they become one of the entities or become mere tools for them. It's probably naive but I keep going through this place with only two hopes. The first is to somehow get out of here at the right time point and see my son, who I never got to see. The second is to come out of this place and die so that I no longer have to live out the empty agony of eternity (I'll explain how you can't age or die in The Limbo later). Perhaps my hopes will dwindle as the centuries pile and I will become just like those who I look upon in pity now.
I am writing this consolidated diary of my experiences for several reasons. I'd like someone to know of my unending journey in this place. To be aware of the capacity of the human spirit to keep going in the worst of situations. I have never had a long term friend in The Limbo, but know that I consider you the reader a dear friend even if I never get to meet you because you will know my story. I'm also sharing this in hopes that there is more awareness of The Limbo. Perhaps the military and scientists can actually figure out what it is. Perhaps all of us can be brought home. Or maybe this can serve as a survival guide to those who may be unfortunate enough to fall through.
There are small holes in The Limbo. Most of them are barely large enough for a pinkie finger to fit in let alone a person, but sometimes I've come across one large enough for this journal to go through. I'm not sure what time or place these holes lead to, so the safe passage of this book into a person capable of reading it has about the same chances as me ever leaving this place.
The train I'm on supposedly leads to the edge of The Limbo, where the holes are large enough for humans to fit through. It's really more of a legend amongst the poor souls that are trapped here and I've followed trails and clues for a long time to even find this train.
There are only two ways this goes. Both outcomes would lead to you reading this book in your hands. I'll either find my way out of this hell or give up hope and slip this journal through a Hole. You will find my fate at the end.
I should stop rambling now though. It would be best to start at the very beginning.
*
I was rushing out of work in pure ecstasy. My wife had gone into labor while I was at work and been rushed to hospital. I needed to get there fast. People were glancing over at me over their cubicles in confusion as I packed up my work bag and rushed out to the elevators. I couldn't stop thinking about seeing my first son as the elevator made its way down. The elevator doors finally opened and I rushed out.
The ground entrance of the building I worked at, particularly near the lobby, is an intersection of various hallways. I was already walking to close to the wall when someone came rushing around the corner and bumped me right into the wall. I was only able to hear half their apology when I fell *through* the wall like it was just a holographic projection. In hindsight, I find it oddly funny how easy it is for a life to get ruined. Just when you think you've got it all, when everything is going smoothly, a small incident like that is enough to take it all away.
I found myself in a room that resembled a classroom. It looked as if someone who had never stepped inside a classroom was asked to imagine the space. Desks were arranged in messy uneven rows with the chairs facing various directions. The board at the front of the room was a seamless patchy mixture of both chalk and modern whiteboard and mounted way too low on the wall, nearly hugging the floor. A large teachers desk sat in the front of the room. The walls were filled with posters of absolute gibberish along with diagrams and pictures that seemed like they showed something tangible but no matter how close you looked you could never identify anything in the picture.
The initial confusion was replaced by an immense panic. My heart was drumming against my chest as I searched the room for a doorway to exit it. My mind was trying to rationalise the situation. I was trying to convince myself that this was just some old part of the building and I had fallen into a hallway instead of the wall.
I ran through the doorway at the far end of the room and found myself in a large hallway that seemed to extend forever in both directions. The walls were a muted grey and the floors were that typical dirty linoleum. Soon I would find out that the regularly spaced doorways on either side of the hall led to other nonsensical classrooms.
I ran down the hallway screaming for help in pure panic, which was a terrible mistake in hindsight. I stopped running down the hallway when I suddenly heard the distinct scratch of chalk against board. In this large empty space, the sound echoed and boomed. Since I was still refusing to buy in to the reality of the situation, my hopes were momentarily increased by the supposed presence of another person here.
I slowly walked over to the doorway that the sounds were coming from. My stomach filled with an uneasy dread. This deep primal instinct within me urged me to hold back. I peeked carefully in the classroom and saw a woman with their back turned to me drawing something on the chalkboard.
It took me a few moments to notice that it was a very realistic portrait of my face.
She was drawing lines across my throat, her long dark hair swaying as she drew in the details. The drawing was completed with a terrible slash across the throat, blood gurgling out. I was frozen in place, transfixed on the hauntingly beautiful realism of the picture.
She began to turn around slowly while humming a high pitched tune. To this day I can't describe the face I saw. It is still etched into my mind. A face full of so much hatred, so much anger that I don't think its possible for a human to make that face. It expressed an emotion beyond human understanding. No artist in the world could ever render the expression on the paper. No words could describe the pure fear that coursed through my veins as she stared at me and began to approach.
I turned around to run, only to realise that a bunch of school children had gathered around me. They were headless, the bleeding stumps dripping thick blood onto the floor in a rhythmic patter. Somehow they were laughing.
I shoved through the group and ran down the hallway. I wasn't sure where I was going. My whole world had shattered and now I was completely aimless in some nonsense dimension with horrors beyond imagination that wanted me dead.
*
The extract above is from this journal I found at the foot of a large tree on a hiking trail. It's a miracle that I spotted its faded leather cover given that it was almost buried under rotting leaves. I really don't know what to make of what I'm reading, so I'll be slowly transcribing bits of it in separate posts over the next few days.
I know this subreddit is good for this sort of stuff. I'd love if someone else could share anything they know about The Limbo. This whole journal feels like some sort of prank, but the words and memories within feel way too real.
I can't help but feel a connection to this story. My mum doesn't speak much of my Dad, who I know left before I was born. No one ever found out where he went.
I was born in 2001
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Blachowicz here.
Kept yah’ waiting, huh? Heh, sorry about that one, but I can explain. As we all know… we lost a few good men the last few months.
That’s the brutal part of a hybrid war like ours: We’re fighting a foe unconventional, with half our arsenal tied down because those who grant us authorization are either in disbelief of the true facts, or scared… or already assimilated. That being said our momentum recently was a change not seen in years, and because of that… despite the losses we have garnered, we were close through a breakthrough. One last night Krol pulls myself and other two must trusted squad leads into the back of our COP. There is one of our equipment cages, surrounded by m-bitter radios, tripods, and several hundred thousand dollars of equipment he brought us around a simple worn table. Before us he laid a map of eastern poland… red markings indicating cells that seemed to dot the countryside like a pestilence, or used to… as deep gashes of advance from raids had trisected their lines, even if ones did pop up in the interior.
It was a back and forth; an outside virus infecting Polska at it’s heart, and we were the antibodies sent to drive them out. To which… Major Krol points to one of the largest symbol on the map: a dark red diamond, the NATO symbol for an enemy unit, deep inside of an untouched wooded area, adjacent to a mountain ridge. Several jagged lines indicated entrenchment, with red horizontal lines indicating possible enemy control… or our contested control, for over 20kms surrounding it. Letting us all look, the Major lit himself a cigarette.
“Sir, you sure it’s wise to smoke in here with the dive tanks just behind us” 1st Squad’s lead quipped. “Fuck off” Krol dryly said.
“Alright… this is it… this is the one we’ve been searching for for years, this is the nucleus my predecessor commander died trying to find” he says, pointing to it. Not far from Zamosc, it was almost touching the border with Belarus, the contested area indicating the Strigoi did operate over it… indicating one of the largest spill through points. “-It’s an old soviet bunker, made during their 1960s initiative it was designed to hold the munitions and manpower of several units in the event of a NATO first strike” Krol explained. “It’s gotta be massive then…” I said gazing at the map; “Didn’t the army demolish all of the old soviet hulks near Belarus to prevent any infiltrations?” 3rd Squad’s lead asked. “National Police took the effort over… and by extension, the Strigoi. It was halfway demo’ed before they burrowed into it and have been using it as a bridgehead ever since. This is it…” Krol said. He looked around at all of us, a sense of certainty I had never seen before as he blew smoke from his nostrils; “We’ve been fucking around in the dark for so long, it’s hard to believe we’ve made any progress, but this is it. With this gone, this will set them back over a decade and the momentum will finally shift into our favor… into Poland’s… -Europe’s”.
I swear there was almost a flash of joy, of pride in his eyes and a phantom of a smirk before reality set back in “That being said… we can’t leave this to chance, especially not something as important as this. We’re going to have to go there ourselves… clear through every inch of that place, and tear it all down, piece by piece. I will be straight with you all… when we go, there will be some of us that aren’t coming back. -but we are going… a whole generation is counting on us, and unborn billions rely on us to succeed”. We all nodded, a silent agreement washing over us as we took this upon ourselves. Echo-1 spoke up: “So… They’re authorizing a raid? How big?”. “We’re rolling in as a hard target, armor, explosives, and air support” Krol answered, taking a drag off his cigarette. “Aviation? How the hell did we get that approved, we’ve gotten attempts shot down four times due to those leeches” I said in disbelief. “There’s too much evidence here pointing to the human trafficking tied to their actions… We’ve finally got too much weight pinning them down, to keep the hammer from slamming into their necks” Krol chuckled. He looked around “Any questions?”. “When?” Echo-3 asked. “Three hours. We’re hitting them in the dead of night, only time we could get the birds authorized. Get your boys ready. We’re rolling out” Krol said, dying the cigarette bud out on the table. I can’t begin to tell you the euphoria we felt leaving that cage, as our men started arriving, they did so a lot quicker, and with their heads a lot higher than they had in weeks. As Second Squad’s lead we were going to be one of the main arms of attack into the bunker, thus I made sure we had a breacher loaded with enough thermite, charges, and tools to cut through anything. Our shield bearer we ready to go, as was our assaulters, grenadiers, and machine gunner. I double checked each and everyone of their weapons; ensuring the feeder paws of our squad’s belt fed were intact, making sure every breach charge we had was properly set and packed. There was going to be no mistakes, no slip ups. The margin of error needed to be the smallest it had ever been for us tonight if we were going to make the gore spilt worth it.
Finally… there on the outside of the building, the bright LED lights kept the darkness of the ensuing night at bay as the roar of our MRAPs could be heard. It was said once that war is 99% peace, and 1% chaos, they were right. The slow periods where the blood slowed and the doubt creeped in was the worst… yet we all kept it at bay. We needed to, there was going to be no backing down tonight. All three squads were up, all of us ready to go… we circled up… short stares and shaky nods telling us one things: We were in this together, till the end… the finish line so many before us had been searching for, we were being granted tonight.
A single set of footsteps could be heard as we turned, Major Krol stepping into the center. He took the last drag of a cigarette, throwing it down to the ground and stamping it out onto the damp concrete. He looked around… his chin strap blowing in the weak air as he met everyone of our gazes… then mine… then looked around. “I want you to remember every detail of tonight, as you have every other night… when you are situationally aware, scanning for the enemy, liberating the subjugated, I want you to remember the sting of anxiety, the shake of adrenaline, the chill of the bunker, the heat of your weapon as it cuts them down… because tonight we are going to write every fine detail of our victory, their defeat, in history…” Krol’s words echoed deep into our souls. He paused for a moment, staring around he looked down… a small pause before he said “When you are ruthless in combat, remember to be patient, and reserved in victory. This conflict is for our existence… a lot of innocents have bled due to the mistakes of those who failed to listen, a lot of our brothers are now laid under because we had to bridge the gap of uncertainty with their lives. We remember them now… but in an hour? We forget them… when we raise our barrels, when we cut into those foes, and we liberate Polska!! This does not end tonight, but history puts everything in it’s place, and patience is the companion of the victor… All of our hard work will be cemented, no matter the obstacles we face in that darkness… no matter the demons, the blood, no matter what incomprehensible horrors, we will make them comprehend that to invade our land, to bleed our people, the justice will be paid in full… Load up. It’s time*”*.
The purpose in our steps was heavy as we climbed the back ramps of the MRAPS; Four of the heavily armored vehicles, one for each squad with an additional for attached personnel including our JTAC, the term means Joint Terminal Attack Controllers. With air support requisitioned to us for this operations, there needs to be a definite liaison on the ground who can directly communicate to the birds, and coordinate their fire and progress. I’d worked with many of them in the past, resourceful guys, quick thinking though I guess that comes with the position they hold of needing to quickly figure out what bombs to drop, on which target, at what precise points, whilst taking contact. He loaded in the lead vehicle with Major Krol… and soon, our convoy kicked off.
The drive was several hours as myself and my squad sat in the back of that forty ton goliath, the rumbling of the engine keeping us awake as the crap heater fought to keep the cold from the outside frost from setting in. I looked around to each of them, some were catching some sleep because even with the circumstances… better to get all the energy you can, than to stay awake for nothing. Others were checking their weapons… My gunner locked eyes with me, the same one from the village extraction… many of these men I had trained with for a while now, fought with for months.
We may have met on unconventional circumstances but those in JW Grom thrive on austere chance and create opportunity from scratch. I was pulled from my thought by the sound of a transmission, my peltors were set up for dual comms so I could both receive information from the Major and other leads, whilst communicating with my team.
Krol himself sent out: [“Approximately 10 minutes from enemy AO…”]. As the rest of the squads acknowledged, I quickly sent out [“Echo-2 Copies”], before kicking the boots of any of them sleeping: “Look alive, we’re here”. Through the exterior net armor of the MRAPS, and the bars protecting the small reinforced windows, we could barely see jack shit. I reached up, turning off the overhead light as we all looked through our nods to scan the outside. A dark wall of dense trees was shown before us, making it difficult to see… in addition to night vision capabilities we had also requisitioned ourselves some thermals… when mounted onto rifles they were bulky, made it a pain to aim down quickly, but considering the supernatural capabilities of spotting our foes we needed every advantage necessary.
I flipped out one of my tubes… scanning the outside with my scope. I looked over to one of my assaulters who had been assigned to man the turret of the MRAP, seated near the view screen as he controlled the 50. Cal. Each of the vehicle turrets had been assigned a direction to cover… we took the 9 o’clock, the left flank. “See anything?” I asked. He shook his head; “Negative… wait… I’ve got two cold signatures, front left heading to our rear”.
I quickly scanned the far tree line, at approximately 60 meters off our left were two cold signatures… followed by a third heading to our front… then another. They were surrounding us, moving at speeds so fast I could barely keep my reticle on them. Is this what the National Police saw? What they faced at that lodge without the benefit of a foot of heavy armor protecting them on all sides. Then… suddenly. Something slammed into the side of our MRAP so hard, it caused it to shake. From over the leader comms, Echo-3 quickly shouted [“Contact right!! 4 hostiles!!”].
One of the Strigoi… so bold, had charged and slammed into the side of our MRAP. I quickly looked to see the figure, a dark blue mass of cold energy through my thermal, back away without so much as a stagger… as they tried to flee into the woods, the white hot justice of Echo-3’s gun fired at them, cutting them down. “Blachowicz I’ve got a few breaking for our vic” my man on the turret called out, I spun around, spotting out the window.
Just then, Major Krol announced [“weapons free, watch and shoot for targets of opportunity…”]. I turned to him… “take those fuckers out-”. Without hesitation my vic’s turret began to quickly target them, and through the darkness I saw a stream of outgoing fire bisect one of them, the ISR of the black blood freaking out the optic so badly it didn’t know what temperature to register it as… but it did register it. As another was cut down, one broke through the tree line and latched onto the side of our MRAP. The thing tore at one of the outer net armor panels, usually made to stop RPGs. It grabbed at the bars near the windows, tearing one off… I lowered my rifle as we locked eyes through the reinforced window.
The thing… the Strigoi looked at me, skin cracked as putrefied muscle fibers seemed to leak through dead flesh. It’s teeth were corroded and worn down to sharp fragments, alongside newly mutated fangs that messily protrude from the jaws. Even through the thick walls of the MRAP I could hear it’s roar, as it then tried to punch it’s way through… it cracked the outer coating of the vehicle… but it wasn’t getting anywhere near. My machine gunner, seated next to me, seemed to chuckle at the sight, quippily saying “Yeah… fuck you too”. It’s then our vehicle lurched upwards, as we began to climb the small incline of the bunker. I knew the layout, mapped it in our head, the main entrance was built into the rocky side of an old cliff meaning we could easily set up a defensive perimeter around it, a horseshoe. Krol’s vehicle was first, taking to the right as Echo-3’s MRAP followed. My vehicle, third, left the incline and took a left and… that’s where things got complicated.
We’re still trying to work out what happened but… from what Joakim says his drone captured. Right when the MRAP turned, several of the monsters quickly slammed into the side of the vehicle, as another more bulkier one, pushed at it’s undercarriage. The result.. Was the 40 ton armored vehicle tipped over. It wasn’t uncommon, hell in some cases a well placed IED, a good shot with a recoilless rifle, have been known to tip over Oshkoshs and Maxpros all the time. But this beast? Needless to say we barely had a second to comprehend it as it leaned to the left; “Grab on to something-” is all I had time to shout. A mess of gear and men spilled onto one side of the vehicle as it slammed into the old gravel and dirt.
Several of my assaulters, my grenadier planted right ontop of myself and the others as we came to a stop. Someone’s knee slammed directly into the side of my skull, causing me to dazily bob in and out of consciousness as my face was smushed against the glass of one of the windows.
Through my peltors, the other squads were erratic;
[“Echo-2’s vehicle is down!!”].
[“Echo-3 to Echo-2… Echo-3 to Echo-2…”].
Krol’s voice came through the comms;
[“Echo-Lead to Echo-2… Fuc-... Echo-1 secure Echo 2’s flank, Echo-3”].
[“Echo-3 to other units, they’re spilling through, I’ve got several enemy combatants converging on Echo-2’s vehicle”].
I pushed the legs of my grenadier off my head as I fought to my hands and knees, unfucking my nods as I looked around… “Fuck it… we’re going lights on, shield your eyes” I muttered as I reached for the overhead lights and flipped them on. The bright LEDs bathed the inside of the vehicle as we all gained our bearings, a mess of multicam, gear, and weapons as we quickly pushed each other off. My gunner caught as he fought to realign his promask, from what I gathered one of the assaulters had landed directly into his gun, pushing it directly into his jugular, as pulled back at the rubber and coughed, freeing up his esophagus. We didn’t have time to think however… the sound of bending metal caught our attention… as the back ramp door of the MRAP was ripped clean off. I could barely believe it but as the white light of the MRAP’s interior poured to the outside, a hulking mass leaned in, the dead flesh on it’s face nearly fallen off as the hideous Strigoi leaned inside.
Without hesitation I aimed took aim, yelling “Keep to the deck!!” to any of those inbetween myself and the invader as I opened fire. A burst of full auto fire tore through it’s collar and neck, my men quickly clung to either sides of the fallen MRAP as a few more fired out. As the thing backed up, a blast of .50 cal fire quickly tore it to shreds, along with several others as I realized they were fuckin swarming over the outside of our vehicle. Echo-3’s vehicle continued to carefully fire on the Strigoi on the outside, the sounds of .50 cal ricocheting off the outside of our armor was enough to make the pucker factor set in.
[“Echo-3 to Echo-2”].
[“This is Echo-2, we’re green on ammo, equipment, men”].
[“Roger, we’re shifting fire, exit the vehicle”].
“Hurry up let’s go!!” I barked to my men, leading the way as I staggered out. I turned on my peq, taking aim at silhouettes in the brush as I began to fire. The sounds of machine guns lighting up the brush, as a sea of growls, howls, and incomprehensible roars fired back at us was the ambient noise of the night. My men quickly exited, my gunner being the last as he and I pulled back to the rest of the defensive perimeter. I set in my men to take up the frontal security, as 3rd squad took the right flank, 1st squad to the left. Major Krol and the JTAC were bickering with each other; “How far out are the birds”. “They’re entering airspace now…” Joakim said, already scanning his smart book.
I asked “What’ve we got?”. He then flipped through… to the NATO combined arms segment, quippily saying; “Apaches…”. This caused me to pause as Echo-3 turned their head whilst directing their squad’s fire “The hell… where did we get apaches from?”. “The Americans… they volunteered” Krol said dismissively as he took aim at the darkness, firing off a controlled trio. “Volunteered? They’re aware of what’s going on?” I asked.
Krol seemed to stop, glancing back at me before returning his focus “There’s a lot more going on than you realize, Blachowicz… Prep the breach, you and 1st are going on”.
I quickly pulled my breacher off the line, securing some thermite as the reinforced bunker door wasn’t going to go as easily as a conventional door breach would. 1st Squad pulled back, stacking up and preparing themselves to be the first in. All the while… Joakim gave his firing solution; “Alpha Hotel Two Five Nine, This is Bravo-4…… Type 2….”.
I snapped to my right, watching as a Strigoi managed to dark across the clear gravel field, only to be cut down by my gunner, the peq’s laser marking the burst as it tore through the beasts’ hips, as it hit the ground and still continued to claw, another GROM operator took aim and fired into it’s skull. Joakim popped up to his feet…. “Marking laser, high power…”. He then pulled out a target marking laser… if you’ve watched night operations, you’ve probably seen them.
The green laser than as it says on the label, marks targets. The pattern of which can vary… if it’s a point target, it’ll usually lasso an area, or remain on target until the target is removed with extreme prejudice. If its close air support, then it’ll be a line of the general area… and Joakim damn near marked the entire perimeter around us. He quickly pocketed the tool, turning back to Krol; “Don’t go past 20 meters unless you want to be liquidated”.
With that… 2nd and 1st stacked up at the door as 3rd squad took up the perimeter security. As Major Krol went over to Echo-1… I saw them. A single blinking IR strobe from the beasts as they moved on the far off horizon, converging from several angles… and fired. The sound of the Apache’s main gun, the M230, truly sounds like the hammer of god… the 30mm cannon shot through the dark sky, lighting it up as we saw three incoming streams tear up the woods. Only then as the sound broke did we start to hear their rotors as they broke and began to circle, firing again… then… Joakim dipped his head and looked to Krol; [“Foxtrot Mike, hang onto your teeth…”]. One of the Apaches fired off a AGM-114… a Hellfire. I barely saw it out of the corner of my eye as the Apache from our right flank fired off at a target approximately 200 meters off. A fireball lit up the forest as the horrendous roar echoed throughout… then went silent.
Echo-3 scanned the horizon carefully;
[“Echo-3 to Echo-Lead, enemy contact is starting to die down”].
[“Maintain perimeter, Close Air is to maintain fire mission until we are boots up, Break…”].
[“Echo-Lead to Echo-1, condition white has been met. Proceeds”]. I saw Echo-1 and his men quickly stack up close to the wall and gesture to me; Breaching. I quickly pulled my stack back against the wall as his and mine breacher quickly hit their actuators. Now under normal circumstances, it doesn’t take much for thermite to melt the locks off of a metal surface, in fact it’s a more precise took as alternative means get real medieval like saws, pry bars… we weren’t in the mood for precision, we need to breach their little lair, and drag them out. The sound of several pounds of hellfire burning through the metal could be heard around the corner as a sea of white and red sparks flew out… after several seconds, two of our men tossed a fragmentation grenade and a nine-bang through the opening… a series of concussive blasts and a large explosion rang out.
Echo-1 and his men maneuvered. 1st Squad quickly converged as we followed them in.
Stepping through the black wall of smoke, the dark abyss of the interior was illuminated in a white light as entered barrels raised. Shots rang out as several of the beasts near the entrance were cut down, though not immediately, rounds disconnected the shoulder of one of them, leading to their arm hanging limply by a single tendon as they roared… another series of rounds putting them down. What greeted us was a messy concrete hell of rust and debris, fecal matter, trash, and all kinds of obstacles laid in our way, our boots sticking to the floor. I thank every god we had promasks that night. I called my shield bearer up, 2nd squad leapfrogging ahead to take the next corridor as 1st squad checked their weapons.
One of my men mule kicked the metal door ahead, twice, finally the latch gave away as we tossed in a grenade. A horrifying roar was cut off as an M67 shook the walls of the ancient soviet mausoleum, frag and spall kicked off the walls as I moved in right behind my shield man. The cramped russian design meant there was barely enough space for three people, and that’s three normal people, not in 50kgs of kit, moving slowly and maneuvering against creatures of the dark. Still… we moved forward, my shield bearer and I pushing the pace as two stacked of either squad formed on either wall.
As we passed doorways they flowed in… “Door Left!!”, “Door Right!!”. “Move!!”.
Two men entered each side, no gunshots, we moved up, a roar came.
“Door left!!-”. A series of gunshots came out as we continued to push forward.
“Two down!!”. “Confirm them” Krol commanded, as a series of gunshots run out in response. From one of the doorways, a Strigoi emerged… a female… clumps of hair had been ripped from her decaying skull, as her blooded eyes locked on myself and my shieldman. The skin on her hands had been tore down to the point where barely her bones and tendons remain… looking like huge talons as she roared and lunged at us. He fired off his pistol, though the rounds did little to stop her as she pushed against our stack.
“Fuck!!” he muttered, somehow her strength caused him to stagnate, holding up the advance… fuck that. I shoved the muzzle of my MK18 into her ribcage, flipping the weapon to auto as I fired of round after round. The 5.56 salvo disconnecting her spinal column, causing her to fall as I continued to fire, along with a man to our right and left as the stacks reformed as we pushed to the end of the hall. I fell back, dropping the magazine and loading a fresh one, like clockwork a GROM Operator from 1st squad took my place. Krol was beside me as we approached the end of the hall.
[“-Prep an entry”] I radioed to my breacher, a comrade handed him one of the charges from his back panel as he took to the door, quickly securing it. We all moved as far back as we could, look away, exhale. The blast knocked metal and wood in all directions, scrapping against our uniforms and kit as we made our way in and what laid before us was… it used to be the center atrium of one of these bunkers. Soviet’s loved their grandiose designs, the complex was supposed to be a circular room around a central planning table… instead. It had been turned into some sort of church. Runes and old eastern Romuva pagan symbols written in black ink and blood across the walls, old rotten filing cabinets, long receipt terminals. In the center… several of the Strigoi were kneeling before the table where someone had been tied down, flayed, and… shared amongst the group. They rose to their feet, we aimed our barrels…
The ladder amongst turned to us… his skin wasn’t cracked, or flayed, it was smooth… it still looked dead as the body on the table but it seemed more… accustomed to it. I don’t know… evolved? Under the surface however I could see it’s darkened veins pumping whatever cursed blood ran through them as it locked two blood red eyes onto each of us. It’s nose had long since been turn off, exposing boney nostrils to the open air as it seemed to smirk. All across it’s body were the same symbols on the walls, in every cell… markings of death, of rebirth, of assimilation… From behind this seemingly Alpha emerges another figure I had never seemed before… dressed in a white cloak with a deer head.
"So they've followed the trail... they're too late" the Deer headed individual spoke, definitely not from here, a dialect similar to an Americans but... aristocratic? Each word was drawn out, assurance as if they had everything mapped down to our actions. They didn’t sound like they were from Poland or the east.
“Doesn’t matter…” the Alpha growled… and then, it lunged at us. Quickly breaking from their ground it slammed into my shield man knocking both him and myself at the ground as it displayed an intense feat of strength. Around us I could see several of the Strigoi leap at our comrades… though to no fruitful endeavor as I could see one GROM operator cut two down, as another got into a hand to hand confrontation… my breacher, crafty as they were, reached back and slammed one of the prybars of his kit into the skull of the beast.
The Alpha however was not content as it threw away the 90lb shield, sending it flying across the room as it grabbed my comrade by the skull. I quickly kicked up at it, firing my MK18 into it’s body as the rounds pierced it’s gray and rune covered flesh. The thing simply seemed to chuckle… that was until Major Krol blasted away at the side of it’s head, the alpha turned… and it’s smirk turned to a scowl when face to face with the major. A knowing pause almost like they had done this dance before…
The creature lunged, locking up with Major Krol as it swung and slammed railing. Krol didn’t back down however as he pushed against the creature, hiptossing it to the ground even as it tore at his armor and gear. But the beast pulled, both of them rolled and the Major was on his back as the thing reached for his neck. I fought to a kneel, firing into the creature messily with my MK18, trying not to hit my commander… then…
Click. A sound sends a chill up the spine of every warfighter during a firefight.
My gun ran dry. I dropped the magazine, looking to load another, but the thing came up and with one of it’s claws, sliced deep into my cheek, through the pro mask. I could feel my own blood go flying through the air as I landed hard on my back plate, spitting out red iron as I quickly tried to adjust my mask. Through my fogged up, blood covered lense… I saw my shield man raise his pistol, firing into the skull of the thing staggering it with a roar. Krol came from behind, drawing his knife he sunk it deep into the neck of it…. I reached for my rifle, forcing a new magazine in and damn near punching the bold release. ““Sir, down!!” I shouted, Krol rolled away, back to his own rifle as I fired. So did my comrade as he continued to fire his pistol… so did the Major as he fired his rifle. All of us chewing through that apex predator of darkness, that beast… the leader that had been preying on our people for so long. Layer by layer, muscle group by bone… eventually… the alpha landed on whatever was left of his back.
The silence of the fight died down as all of us checked our surroundings, GROM Operators putting controlled pairs in the heads and nerve stems of any Strigoi laying around… I flicked my weapon onto safe, letting it hang as I pulled off my mask. I dared not touch the wound on my face… the pain nearly crippling me if it wasn’t sheer will pushing me through, and adrenaline doing all it could to subdue it. The sound of the apaches continuing to lay hate drew us from our moment of contemplation as the Major went back to work; [“Confiscate any info, burn the rest…”]. He turned back to me as I shoved my damaged M50 mask back into it’s bag, chuckling as he looked at the sight; “You need a medevac, Blachowicz?” he quipped.
I shook my head, barely able to speak as I muttered; “Negative sir…”. The two of us scanned the room as my shield bearer went to collect his defense implement turned 90lb projectile, we scanned the center of the room, checking and confirming bodies, until we got to the last one alive. His white gown was soaked in red crimson and black ooze, as his dear head was mangled from bullet fire and impact from falling on it. I swear… the way his blood poured out of it though made me wonder if it was a mask. I gave it no second thoughts as he looked to Krol; “You… you can’t stop this, they’ve already-”.
The Major was in no mood for communication as his rifle snapped up and fired off three rounds to the body, four the head. The violent yet quick salvo ending the cultists life, I looked down at it, then to him as he remarked; “Have your squad drag him out to the front, burn the rest”. I stood alongside him, looking down as the sight of it’s deer head was both captivating and horrifying… the curiosity in me wanting to look closer at it fighting the primal instinct I had to burn the thing to ash. “-Haven’t seen one of those before…” I muttered, thinking the Major had an answer.
He didn’t. Krol saying “Neither have I…” shortly before he walked away, was what truly shook my soul about that entire night. Victory stood firm in our hearts that night as we stood outside of the bunker. The night sky burning with fire and white phosphorus as we watched the ruin burn from the inside from the other side of the lot. In the distance, the Apaches continued to scan and circle the forests, no longer firing…. Which meant they had driven any or turned to glass any enemy combatants within a four miles, probably both, more than likely the latter. Echo-1 patted me on the shoulder as we stood there, soaking it all in, though Krol looked none to pleased. “In the time it took us to take this one down, they’ll be trying to set up three more cells… that being established…” he said, looking to either of us, then to Echo-3. “-Hell of a thing we did tonight, been waiting for this one for a decade, cleanly, maybe more… but no time to rest on our laurels… we’ll have another task for us as soon as we’re boots down back home” he said, to which his eyes followed mine, the body of whatever cultist that was zipped up in a black body bag beside the wheel of one of the MRAPs. The fire from the bunker casting an orange hue over it’s shiny jet black outside, something didn’t sit right with me… “That wasn’t a Strigoi…” I said to Krol.
“That’s very clear…” the Major said, shoving his mask under his arm and lighting a cigarette. “So… someone’s helping them?” I asked. The meer notion of it shook me to my core, sickened me. This parasite was already badly infecting Europa, Polska… if it was spread like this throughout the world. Krol settled my nerves: “We’ll be ready… It’s not just us anymore”. As he said that, I realized what he meant… my eyes looking to the Apaches as they started to form up, leaving the areas as their thunderous propellers melted into the night’s calm, unnerving ambience.
It’s been a couple of weeks since then, Echo Detachment has been busy. We’ve gained good ground against the enemy and honestly I think in a few years, we might see a much larger change. For now… we must keep going, that being said the Strigoi aren’t the only ones we’ve been combating. Recently we’ve made contact with of some sort of extermination coalition, they’ve known about the Strigoi, and others plaguing the world, the level of corruption and corrosion on society goes deep. Regardless a lot of the units we’ve been working with are apart of NATO, such as this “4th Special Forces Group” of the American Military. I don’t know where the road from here leads, but we’ve gotten momentum on our side, finally. Just remember… these things are out there, in every town, every city, every nation… preying and waiting for you to be alone, vulnerable, so they can take you and replace you.
Watch your back, and stay safe.
For now, Blachowicz signing out. Until next time

Just finished my third 100% play-through of Tears on the 1 year anniversary. It’s pretty brutal to 100% this game, but I enjoyed it. Here’s my 100% list:

• 1,000 Korok Seeds
• 100% map completion (includes all Named Locations, Cave Entrances, Shrines, Light Roots, Wells, Chasms, Towns, Settlements, Stables, Specialty Shops, Device Dispensers, Sky View Towers, Forge / Weapon Constructs and Refineries, Tears of the Dragon, Ancient Tablets, and Fairy Fountains)
• All chest icons on Shrines (appears when all chests in the shrines have been opened)
• 23 Main Quests
• 60 Side Adventures
• 31 Shrine Quests
• 139 Side Quests
• 18 Memories
• Completed Hyrule Compendium
• 228 Recipes
• Upgraded all Horses to the max
• All Clothing and Armor Pieces upgraded to the max
• 45 additional Energy Cells (48 total)
• 27 Zonai Devices
• 51 Paraglider Fabric Skins
• 12 Schema Stones
• 34 Yiga Schematics
• 31 Old Maps
• 147 Bubbul Gems
• 11 Horse Gear (Towing Harness, Saddles, Bridles)
• Medals of Honor
• All’s Well Key Item
• Dispelling Darkness Medal
• Hestu’s Gift Key Item
• 81 Addison Signs Put Up

I compiled a list of things I found online that helped me farm material so hopefully it’ll help others. My apologies for no credit to those who contributed. I simply copied and pasted a lot of these - but some are my own contributions.
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Useful Links
Zelda Dungeon Interactive Map
Armor Upgrade List
Horse Upgrade List
100% Map Landmark Guide (Helped me find a few missed locations)
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Missed Locations (after collecting all Koroks, quests, shrines, caves, and wells)
Missed all 3 times
Kolomo Garrison Ruins
Missed Twice
Gatepost Town Ruins
Castle Town Watchtower
Lost Woods
Inogo Bridge
Dracozu Altar
East Passage
Water Reservoir
Kolomo Garrison Ruins
Missed Locations (2nd and 3rd run-though)
Desert Rift
Device Dispenser on Thunderhead Isles
Sargon Bridge
Drena Canyon Mine
Retsam Forest Cave (North Entrance)
Missed Locations (1st run-through)
Lutos Crossing
Lanayru Road - West Gate
Canyon of Awakening Mine
Abandoned Eldin Mine Forge Construct
Floret Sandbar
Faron Woods
West Passage
Dalite Grove
Grove of Time
Nabooru Canyon Mine
Walnot Canyon Mine
Madorna Canyon Mine
Hickaly Grove
Rozudo Canyon Mine
Daval Canyon Mine
Granajih Canyon Mine
Agaat Canyon Mine
Applean Grove
Rok Grove
Rhoam Canyon Mine
Ruto Canyon Mine
Akkala Bridges (all 3)
Stolock Bridge
Crystal Refinery in Lookout Landing
Faloraa Canyon Mine (last one)
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Final Koroks (2nd and 3rd time)

• Desert by Shrine (Climb Up)
• Hateno beach
• Wellspring Island underneath staircase by the waterfall, 3414 0618 1551
• Thims Bridge Korok
• Ceiling stump west of Ulria Grotto (4078 0821 0236)
• South of Flirly Plateau, dive into lily pads (3014 -2537 0129)

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Money Makers

• If you are going to 100% this game, don’t sell items you will need later unless you already have extra, especially gems. Crosscheck it with the Armor Upgrade link above.
• I regularly cycled through Moldugas and the Lynels in the Floating Coliseum every blood moon. Lynel Hooves and Molduga Guts are easy to collect and have extra to sell at a good price.
• Extra armor is great to sell and can be easily obtained with Amiibos (if you have them all - I have the cards). In my experience, armor didn’t have a high drop rate until after I finished 2/4 regional phenomena

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Armor / Weapon Tips

• Best Armor Suits to hunt and upgrade to at least Level 2: Radiant Armor, Froggy Armor, Glide Armor, Rubber Armor, Flamebreaker Armor, and Snowquill
• My go-to weapon (although way overpowered) is the Gerudo Scimitar fused with a Molduga Jaw., although you can use any Gerudo weapon (Gerudo weapons double the attack power of the item it's fused with). Combined with a Level 2+ Radiant Armor, you'll be able to kill any enemy with ease. Include a Level 3 attack potion or sneak attack from a puff shroom, there are plenty of enemies you can kill with 1 hit.

Rock Octoroks
Mark these locations on your map and visit when you want to refresh a weapon. Turn off Sages or they will shoot the Octoroks before they refresh your weapon. One thing I found out on my own is you don’t have to wait for the Octorok to spit the weapon out, as soon as he sucks it in, shoot him with an arrow and your weapon will be good as new.
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Lizalfos Tails
Will update later
Fighting Lynels
Royal Guard’s Claymore: you can find inside Hyrule Castle behind a broken statue in Hyrule Castle Sanctum (-0282, 1086, 0356). I liked to fuse Molduga Jaws with this. Once fused, keep kitting the ground or anything until you get the message: “Your Royal Guard’s Claymore is badly damaged,” then hit it 2 more times. Your weapon will be down to 1 hit and 1 hit only before it breaks. Save this weapon for your Lynel fights. When you ride the backs of Lynels, you have infinite weapon durability so your weapon won’t break. Combine Royal Guard’s Claymore fused with Molduga Jaw and Radiant Armor, you’ll be able to defeat most Lynels in 3-6 hits. Be sure to save before and after fighting each Lynel in case your weapon break.
Pristine Royal Guard’s Claymore
I didn’t find this until my 3rd playthrough. Picture below are statues where 2-handed pristine weapons spawn. Go there every Blood Moon and eventually you’ll find a pristine one to make fighting Lynels even easier.
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Gibdo Bones
Best place to farm is a room inside the Lightning Temple, just strategically set up mirrors. Other good farming locations are the Ancient Altar Ruins and the Gerudo Underground Cemetery. These make great fuse arrows combined with Level 2+ Radiant Armor.
Potions
I didn’t realize this until TOTK (and never tried it in BOTW), but you can actually make 30 min potions from Monster Extracts (instead of using hard-to-grind Dragon Horns). You might have to save scum (save before, make potion, if it’s not what you want, then reload game) to get the 30 mins, but Monster Extracts are only 50 rupees and easier to get than Dragon Horns.
Rocket Shields
Oromuwak Shrine (east of Rito Village). I visit here regularly to stock up on Rocket Shields.
Zonaites and Crytalized Charges

• Save Zonaite for Autobuild only
• Save Large Zonaites for Armor Upgrades only
• Best Way to get Crystalized Charges is defeat all Flux Construct, Hinox, Stone Talus, Frox, and Gleeok in the depths. They will always give you 20 crystalized charges.
• After you beat each regional boss on the surface, 3 of them will respawn in the Depths and give you 100 crystalized charges each after the first kill.
• Floating Colieseum is an excellent place to stack up on strong weapons and get 100 crystalized Charges)
• Plenty of chests in the Depths that have 20 Crystalized Charges
• Every Frox location has a small cluster of Zonaite
• Large Zonaite Deposits are basically ripoffs, you get very little for the effort

Hudson Signs

• Hudson Signs can be dependent on time or weather or something
• My last 2 were Lodrum Headland and Gerudo Canyon Stable

Horses
4-4-5-3 Stat Horses Found Southeast of Bublinga Forest
Gems Info

• Sapphire and Opal are the hardest? In addition to the breaking Rare Ore Deposits, Frost Talus’ are a good source for Sapphire and Opal
• 4 Ruby’s at Simosiwak Shrine
• Dondons seemed like a waste of time for me.
• Turn your sensor on in Death Moutain to target Rare Ore Deposits and mark them on the map to visit every blood moon.
• Luminous stones: Sky Mine (northeast corner of Sky Map), West Necluda Sky Archipelago (north of Ukoojisi Shrine), South Hyrule Sky Archipelago (west of Jinodok Shrine), Maw of Death Mountain Lakes

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How to get Stars

• Fast travel to Gerudo Canyon Skyview Tower
• Rest until Night.
• Walk up the ramp and launch yourself into the air.
• After being launched, point the camera down and begin diving. A star will eventually fall for you to claim.
• Descent back to the ground at Gerudo Canyon Skyview Tower and rest until night again.
• Fast travel to Typhlo Ruins Skyview tower. Launch, look down, catch star. (Or Mayam Shrine above Thyphlo Ruins)
• As soon as you catch start, you can warp right back to Gerudo Canyon Skyview Tower. Rest until Night. Rinse and Repeat.

Notes: You can do this with any of the other Skyview Towers below, but you must rest until night in between each star. Gerudo Canyon Skyview Tower seems to be the most convenient because there is a cooking pot next to Pikango at the base of the tower.
Also works with (not confirmed on my end)

• Gerudo Canyon
• Gerudo Highlands
• Rabella Wetlands
• Mount Lanaryu
• Ulri Mountain
• Eldin Canyon
• Sahasra Slope

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Silent Princess and Blue Nightshade
(-2476, -0646, 0208)
Milk

• Dantz in Hateno Pasture (Trade 3 acorns for 1 milk)
• Hateno Village General Store

Acorns

• Sage Temple Ruins

Dragon Parts

• Dragon claws from each dragon for the Goddess Statues Side Quest
• Dragon parts respawn every 10 minutes so if you’re trying to farm any parts and want to be a little lazy, you can ride the dragon continuously and set a timer for 10 mins, collect part, then repeat. Be sure to save every now and then (One time I collected parts for 1.5 hours, stepped away from the game and died and lost everything). Also, with the exception of the Light Dragon, you will fall off the dragon unless you adjust yourself as they go in and out of the Depths.

Beetles

• Big tree at Rutile Lake has 3-4 of each Beetle Type (-2470, -0610, 0202)
• Bronas Forest for Beetles

Hinox

• Hinox guts come from Black Hinoxes (need 15)

Black Lizalfos

• Tall Circular Rock north of Gerudo Desert Gateway and west of Gerudo Canyon Stable (use sky tower)
• West of Tabahl Woods Cave (southwest of Zora’s Domain)
• Veiled Falls (west of Zora’s Domain)
• Northeast of Upland Zorana (northwest of Toto Lake)
• North of Luto’s Crossing (just west of Ruto Lake name on small island)
• South of Ralis Pond
• Southwest of ebon Mountin (closer to the water)
• North of Keya Pond (intersects with Hanu pond, southwest of Ebon mountain)
• West side of Riola Spring (southwest of Mount Floria)
• North of Mount Hylia (and south of River of the dead)
• Gohma like skeleton, east of Gerudo town, west of Palu Wasteland

Black Boss Bokoblin

• Mystathi’s Shelf (Gerudo Highlands)
• West end of Vatorsa Snowfield (Gerudo Highlands)
• NW of Eastern Abbey (Great Plateau)
• SE corner of Aquame Lake in a half skull encampment (Hyrule Field near Coliseum Ruins)
• Halfway between Lanayru Bay and the Spring of Wisdom/ Mt Lanayru Skyview Tower (Lanayru)
• Varies since the game seems to scale some of these for some but not others even though they have story completed and a lot of hours as well.
• West Passage of Hyrule castle. Coords -0450, 0909, 0012. The entrance is closer to the castle gates where you’ll find a minecart that takes you to the room they’re in (just north of name label Hyrule Caste Moat)
• Another Black Boss Bokoblin in the depths at (-2097, -1510, -0692) near a Flux Construct I, and is underneath Nephra Hill (west of Digdogg Suspension Bridge)
• Depths north of Dueling Canyons Mine at 1332, -1547, -0646 (fixed)

Red Boss Bokoblin

• Patrolling just south of Talonto Peak in the Hebra region, along the path you travel to find Tulin at the peak during Rito storyline. There are actually two boss bokoblins here, with one on a higher and slightly more eastern shelf and the other slightly lower and westward shelf just above an entrance to Hebra South Summit Cave; the first one is the non-scaling red one, and the second scales. Thought I’d mention it because I and another commenter found the scaling one first.)
• On the skull bridge west of Mount Gustaf (west of Lookout Landing), between the Hyrule Ridge and Hyrule Plains regions.
• Patrolling the Maritta Exchange Ruins north of Lindor’s Brow in the Hyrule Ridge region.
• Patrolling in the middle of Seresa Scablands in the Hyrule Ridge region.
• In the Royal Ancient Lab Ruins in North Hyrule Plain, just north of New Serenne Stable
• Southeast Lookout Landing and Mabe Village Ruins in Hyrule Field
• South of the East Deplian Badlands in the Eldin Mountains, on a landing to the northwest of the Isle of Rabac (east of Thyphlo Ruins)
• On Zauz Island in the Lanayru Wetlands, directly east of Wetland Stable
• South of Mount Daphnes in Hyrule Field, between the mountain and the Exchange Ruins

Blue Lizalfols

• Warp to Zakusu Shrine, in the Naydra Snowfield near Mount Lanayru. There are about 6 in this area going up around the mountain and around the edges of the snowfield.
• Warp to the Niuzimod Lightroot in the depths, in the Ancient Underground Fortress, this is underneath the Akkala Citadel Ruins on the surface. There are about 4-5 here as well
• Another location for one blue Lizalfos: 2991, - 0215, 0278. It's the blue water area between Zobodon Highlands and Ruto Mountain, just south southwest of Zora's Domain
• Found some in the Lanayru region here: ** 4023, - 1664, 0345 (Lanayru Range - A platform of about 3 blue Lizalfos)
• Madorna Mountain - Another platform with 2 blue (3808, - 1660, 0329)
• North of Nadrya Snowfield Chasm - 1 blue under a tent with an icy Lizalfos (3601, - 1128, 0263)

Captain Construct I locations

• (1) In-isa shrine on great sky island - captain I
• (1) Ijo-o Shrine West Hebra Sky Islands
• (1) Rasitakiwak Shrine, southeast of Tarrey Town. 4166 1323 0229
• (1) Yansamin Shrine, Zonaite Forge Island, in sky above Fort Hateno. Other bots wield weapons with a captain 1 horn and a captain 2 horn. (2350 - 1782 1475)
• (1) Simosiwak Shrine, Bravery Island, in sky above Korok Forest. (Also, three rubies and a ruby sword, for 420 rupees every blood moon) (0163 1972 0759)

Captain Construct II locations

• (1) Nouda Shrine, inside Kopeeki Drifts Cave, east of Rito Village. -2318 2201 0173
• (1) Zakusu Shrine, Naydra Snowfield, west side of Mount Lanayru. 3527 - 1482 0168
• (1) Sifumim Shrine, overlooking Lurelin Village. 2826 - 3271 0078
• At the east end of the Lake Siela supply river, east of Kakariko Bridge, south east of the Pilars of Levia. Basically the line formed by the Pilars of Levia point south east to a camp of Constructs, one of which is a Captain II. 2248, -1429, 0026.
• Where the old bowling game used to be south of snowfield stable, east of nouda shrine -1974, 2144,0253
• Kanalet ridge in akkala highlands, north east of shrine by south akkala stable (3244,2000,0160)
• East of proxim bridge, north of hills of baumer, north of popla foothills sky view tower
• Wellspring island, up and southwest of Igoshon Shrine 3340 0538 1353

Captain Construct III locations

• Two in Typhlo Ruins, north of Korok Forest + eventually (2) soldier construct IV + 1 Soldier Construct III
• Two in a sea fort between Clarnet Coast and Aris Beach, west of Lurelin Village. 2 Captain Construct III + 3 Soldiers Construct III + 1 Soldier Construct IV
• South of Tarry Town, north of Ulria Grotto

Horriblins
Desert Colosseum
Gibdo Wings
Gerudo Underground Cemetery
Sand pits
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Shopping
Restock Shops
To restock any shop in Tears of the Kingdom, here is what you will have to do.

1. Buy out the item in the shop until there are none left.
2. Take out wood and flint to make a fire.
3. Rest by the fire till the next day.
4. Manually save the game.
5. Load the game from the save you just made.

Hateno General Store
Hylian Rice x5 (need 38 + recipes)
Swift Carrot x10 (need 10 + horses + recipes)
Bird Egg x5 (need 12 + recipes)
Fresh Milk x3 (need 66 + recipes)
Goat Butter x5 (Need 84 + recipes)
Kakariko General Store
Aerocuda Eyeball x3 (need 42)
Aerocuda Wing x3 (need 48)
Kakariko General Store Trissa
Goat Butter x5 (need 84 + recipes)
Swift Carrot x12 (need 10 + horses + recipes)
Bird Egg x5 (need 12 + recipes)
Fortified Pumpkin x3
Lookout Landing General Store
Hylian Rice x3 (need 38 + recipes)
Fresh Milk x4 (need 66 + recipes)
East Akkala Stable
· 3 Sticky Frog (need 30)
· 3 Smotherwing Butterfly (need 15)
Lakeside Stable
· 2 Sticky Frog
· 3 Thunderwing Butterfly (need 9)
· 2 Hightail Lizard (need 21)
South Akkala Stable
· 2 Sticky Lizard (need 24)
· 3 Hightail Lizard (need 21)
· 2 Fireproof Lizard (need 15)
Woodland Stable
· 3 Cold Darner (need 15)
· 3 Fireproof Lizard (need 15)
Kara Kara Bazaar General Store
Green Lizalfos Tail x3 (need 18)
Riverside Stable
· 5 Hylian Rice (need 38)
· 3 Thunderwing Butterfly (need 9)
· 3 Electric Darner (need 15)
Tabantha Bridge Stable
· 4 Fire Fruit (need 9)
· 3 Summerwing Butterfly (need 15)
· 3 Winterwing Butterfly (need 15)
· 3 Thunderwing Butterfly (need 9)
New Serenne Stable
· 4 Warm Darner (need 15)
· 4 Sunset Firefly (need 15 + 10 + 10)
Kara Kara Bazaar
· 5 Summerwing Butterfly (need 15)
· 5 Cold Darner (need 15)
Snowfield Stable
· 3 Summerwing Butterfly (need 15)
· 3 Warm Darner (need 15)
Kara Kara Bazaar
Summerwing Butterfly x5 (need 15)
Cold Darner x5 (need 15)
Foothill Stable
· 3 Thunderwing Butterfly (need 9)
Wetland Stable
· 3 Smotherwing Butterfly (need 24)
Rito Village General Store
Goat Butter x5 (need 84 + recipes)
Cane Sugar x3 (need 24 + recipes)
Tabantha Wheat x3 (need 42 + recipes)
Sunshroom x4 (need 15)
Korok General Store
Tabantha Wheat x2 (need 42 + recipes)
Hylian Rice x3 (need 38 + recipes)
Cane Sugar x3 (need 24 + recipes)
Goron General Store
Cane Sugar x3 (need 24 + recipes)
Goron Spice x3 (need 12 + recipes)
Zora General Store
Hylian Rice x4 (need 38 + recipes)
Swift Violet x4 (need 90)

Why is Dr. Mark Spitzer still on our BoD? Hmmm.
https://www.patentlyapple.com/2024/05/googles-smartglasses-patent-acquired-from-canadian-company-north-was-published-last-week.html
Integrated Laser Package with Light Intensity Package
Google's acquired patent describes systems and methods for providing laser projectors having laser-based optical engines as well as light intensity and/or laser output power measuring (e.g. monitoring) capabilities. According to the various embodiments described herein, an optical engine of a laser projector includes at least one laser source (e.g., a laser diode or a plurality of laser diodes) that may be enclosed in a (e.g. partially or completely hermetically sealed) enclosure. The enclosure may include an optical window (sometimes referred to herein as an “exit window”) that may be integrated with one of its side walls or top surface or that forms one of its side walls or top surface.
Laser light beams output by the laser source(s) may pass through the exit window to exit the enclosure during active operation of the laser projector. The optical engine may support a relatively small substrate area for power monitoring, reducing the overall size of the optical engine. The laser projector or the optical engine can therefore be flexibly employed in a variety of display designs, including wearable heads-up displays or other head-mounted displays.
In some embodiments, after passing through the exit window, the light beams are passed through respective collimating lenses to a dichroic filtebeam combiner, at which light beams of different wavelengths are combined. The combined light beams may then be directed to one or more scanning elements that project the light beams across a display surface of an object, such as the holographic lens of a pair of smart glasses or another type of wearable heads-up display.
While various embodiments described are provided in the context of a wearable heads-up display, it should be understood that the laser projector and optical engine of the present patent application can instead be included in other systems, such as projection engines, lidar systems, sensing systems, ranging systems, external cavity laser diodes (e.g., as an integrated intensity stabilization servo), and/or the like.
It is generally desirable to monitor the laser output power of the laser sources of the optical engine of the laser projector, which allows for improved control over the quality of the projected image or video and enables a controller or processor of the device that includes the laser projector to dynamically limit the maximum output power of the optical engine based on real-time or near-real-time measurements of the laser output power.
For example, laser output power monitoring tends to be particularly important for the design of laser projectors used in wearable heads-up displays due to the generally limited availability of power and space (e.g., volume) in such wearable devices. Conventional methods for designing a laser projector with laser output power monitoring capabilities require a relatively large footprint on the laser projector substrate, which may be a printed circuit board (PCB) to be dedicated to the placement of a photodetector such as a photodiode, to the placement of optical components such as a pickoff mirror, and to maintaining a clear optical path to the photodetector.
In some instances, this footprint may be as large as that of the optical engine itself. Accordingly, it would be advantageous to reduce the substrate area taken up by the photodetector(s) and/or optical component(s) (sometimes referred to collectively herein as “laser output power monitoring component(s)”) that implement laser output power monitoring for an optical engine of a laser projector.
The systems, devices, and techniques described in the patent application may provide a reduction in the substrate area required for laser power output monitoring components, e.g. by utilizing an exit window of an enclosure of an optical engine having e.g. a diffraction grating that may be disposed in or on a primary output surface of the exit window and that may redirect (e.g., via diffraction) a portion of the incident light from the laser light beam(s) output by the laser source(s) toward one or more photodetectors, which may be photodiodes, and which may be disposed across from one or more surfaces of the exit window.
According to various embodiments, the exit window includes a diffraction grating that can be disposed or formed on or in the exit window, and that redirects the incident light from the laser sources toward the one or more photodetectors. In some embodiments, one or more photodetectors may be disposed on a top surface of the substrate so as to receive light that is redirected by the diffraction grating and that is output through a one or both side walls of the exit window. A “side wall” or “side surface” of the exit window may be defined as a surface of the exit window that extends between the primary input surface of the exit window and the primary output surface of the exit window that defines a plane that intersects (e.g., that is perpendicular to) the surface of the substrate upon which the optical engine is disposed.
In some embodiments, one or more photodetectors may be disposed below the exit window and completely or partially embedded in the substrate, such that the one or more photodetectors receive light that is redirected by the diffraction grating and that is output through a bottom surface of the exit window. In some embodiments, the exit window is disposed on a first side of the substrate and one or more photodetectors, which may be photodiodes, may be disposed below the exit window on a second side of the substrate that is opposite the first side, such that the one or more photodetectors receive light that is redirected by the diffraction grating and that is output through a bottom surface of the exit window, which passes through one or more apertures that extend through the entire thickness of the substrate to reach the one or more photodetectors. In some embodiments, one or more photodetectors may be disposed above the exit window on the surface of a second substrate that opposes the surface of the first substrate on which the window is disposed, such that the one or more photodetectors receive light that is redirected by the diffraction grating and that passes through a top surface of the window.
Google's patent FIG. 1 below is an illustrative diagram showing a side view of a wearable heads-up display (WHUD) #100 that employs a laser projector #110, which may be a scanning laser projector. For example, the WHUD 100 may be a pair of smartglasses or a virtual reality (VR) headset. The laser projector comprises an optical engine #111 that includes a red laser diode (labeled “R” in FIG. 1), a green laser diode (labeled “G” in FIG. 1), and a blue laser diode (labeled “B” in FIG. 1), and a scan mirror #112 that is controllably rotatable about two axes of freedom
Generally, it is desirable to monitor laser output power in the laser projector in order to better control the image or video projected onto the Holographic Optical Element (HOE) #130 (i.e., display surface) and to limit the maximum output power of the WHUD. Monitoring laser output power in a laser projector such as the laser projector is typically performed using a discrete pickoff component to redirect a portion of the laser light #120 to an on-chip photodetector. However, such laser output power monitoring approaches require a relatively large footprint on the laser projector substrate. In order to reduce the footprint of laser output power monitoring components, an exit window of an enclosure that includes some or all of the components of the optical engine may be configured to redirect a portion of the laser light through the top, bottom, or side walls of the exit window toward one or more photodetectors placed across from and in the optical path of the top, bottom, or side walls of the exit window.
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Google's patent FIG. 2 below is an isometric view of a wearable heads-up display with a laser projector that includes an optical engine.
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Google's patent FIG. 4 above is a block diagram of a top-down view of a laser projector having an optical engine that includes an exit window having a holographic diffraction grating.
For more details, review patent application US20240154379 published on May 9, 2024.
Inventors
Dan Adema: Opto Mechanical Engineer (formerly from 'North,' Kitchener, Ontario) Timothy Bodiya: AR Hardware Research (formerly from 'North')

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If examiner gives you 2 solids and asks to separate they cannot be separated instantly, mostly one of them will be soluble for eg he gives you sand and NaCl and asks u to separate them, we know that sand is insoluble in water and NaCl is soluble so we will add water to both solids the NaCl will dissolve then we will take a filter funnel on a conical flask , place a filter paper on it and pour the solution, the insoluble sand will be collected on the filter paper as residue and the salt solution will flow through as filtrate. Now here he can ask two things 1. NaCl in crystal form 2.Nacl in powder form. 1) heat the NaCl solution to crystallization pint and allow the remaining liquid to slowly cool or evaporate, after some time crystals will be formed and we can just filter them and dry them by tapping with filter paper or in an oven. 2) Just heat the salt solution till constant mass nothing else.
now for the sand that we got although we have separated it, it may contain some soluble impurities of NaCl, which we do not want so we wash the sand with "DISTILLED" water and then dry it by using filter paper.
Also for the crystals that we got for the NaCl, please do not wash them with any water as NaCl is soluble in water so they will dissolve again. everything i wrote is for understanding the process in exam please summarize this.
Liquid+Solid If solid is insoluble just filter it and wash with distilled water to remove any soluble impurities and dry it
if solid is soluble we will do simple distillation. please do not sit there write the whole setup just draw the distillation diagram and label it (a picture speaks a thousand words) showing the heat source the round bottom flask the condenser with water in and water out and thermometer labelled, the solid will remain in the flask and the water or liquid will be evaporated and and then condenser and collect in the beaker at the other end.
PLEASE IF IT IS A ORGANIC LIQUID THAT WE ARE SEPARATING DO NOT USE A BUNSEN BURNER TO HEAT THE FLASK AS THEY ARE HIGHLY FLAMMABLE. use an electric heater or a thermostatically controlled water bath. also please make sure that whatever the liquid being separated, its boiling point should be below 100 degrees or we cannot use water to separate it as the water we are using in the condenser to condense the liquid will evaporate itself.
Liqud+Liquid if both are immiscible meaning they form layers and do not mix. use a separating funnel and pour one the more dense one off as it will settle at the bottom. if asked why are we able to separate them in this way, the answer to that is because both liquids have different density.
if both are miscible, then just write we will use fractionating column please do not sit there mentioning the details just draw a rough diagram including the round bottom flask, fractionating column, thermometer, Liebig condenser with water in and out marked, beads in the fractionating column to allow only particles with more energy to pass through and particles with less energy meaning lower temp to fall back in to the flask and a beaker in the end to collect the separated liquid.
if GAS + GAS then first step is to liquify them, which is done by lowering their temp, and then we will again be facing a liquid + liquid (miscible) so we will then do fractional distillation to separate them.
if both gases have different MOLECULAR MASS then we easy way to separate them is by diffusion. Gas with lower Mr will diffuse faster hence can be separated
hope everyone understands :)

Me and Lila always carved dozens of jack o’ lanterns every October, so they’d absolutely saturate our lawn on Halloween night. It was our thing. But looking back on it, now that I’ve lost her, I just feel bad for the pumpkins. I almost relate to them, somehow. The way they were carved up, had everything of substance inside of them torn out, and left as hollow, rotting shells with forced smiles.
Needless to say, I didn’t cope with her death well. I didn’t want to cope with it. I wanted the world to drown in the black sludge of my grief. I loathed the people I saw going about their lives, unaware that the world had already ended the moment Lila died. The Earth shouldn’t keep spinning. Life shouldn’t go on. Not without her.
Even my relatives bringing me along on a trip to Kauai only made it worse. The most gorgeous place on Earth, and it made me sick with hatred. Nothing that beautiful deserved to exist if Lila wasn’t ever going to get to see it. It wasn’t fair.
I thought I’d never enjoy or care about anything again. Then I discovered media preservation.
It started with taking some of Lila’s old VHS tapes to a video repair place to fix some issues with the footage before it’s digitized. The job fascinated me. In a universe based on entropy, where everything inevitably fades away and is forgotten… restoring something lost is like snatching it from the jaws of death, right? Like flipping the bird to the universe and its so-called ‘natural order’. People die, but information doesn’t have to.
Now, it doesn’t matter how small — be it some god-awful plug-and-play licensed game, or a cereal commercial from 80’s — it’s my mission to recover it in as high a quality as I’m able, and make sure it’s freely available online for as long as possible.
A couple weeks ago, I came across a big haul. Four boxes of old VHS tapes offered up on E-Bay for dirt cheap. Most of the tapes were just recordings of Cheers episodes already preserved in higher qualities, but one Maxell E-240 caught my interest.
First of all, I’d never seen one so melted. Sure, sometimes they were left in an attic too long, and the colors and audio start to degrade. But this one looked like it had survived a house fire. It was covered in soot and the smell of smoke, and had the overall shape of a chocolate bar left out in the sun a little too long.
Second was the label, which read in neat sharpie: ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 4,679,329 ᴍᴀʀ 8 2035.
The casing was so disfigured, I had to bust it apart just pull out the tapes and respool them in a fresh cassette. I tried to iron out the creases in the tape as best I could, but I had no illusions about it accomplishing much — the mylar surface had been irreparably warped in places by whatever fire had half-melted the thing.
Imagine my despair at the sight of that dreaded ‘ɴᴏ ꜱɪɢɴᴀʟ’. I could clearly see the tape wasn’t blank, yet no amount of adjusting the tracking or trying different TVs or VCRs accomplished anything. Just as I was about to give up, though, the thing just suddenly started playing properly at the exact instant the clock struck 3 AM, as if it had only now decided to work. My all-nighter had paid off.
I didn’t dwell on the fact that this ‘miracle fix’ had been impossible. If I’d had any sense, I’d have torn the horrid thing out of my VCR and buried it beneath holy ground. Instead, fool I was, I sat down and watched.
At first, the thing seemed unwatchable. The audio was so distorted that the show’s theme song emerged as a low, crackling, staticky wail that made my head throb, and the logo was completely indistinguishable through the flickering and interference. I thought it was a lost cause for a moment. But then a figure appeared and cleared away the static, like Moses parting the Red Sea.
It was the sight of the show’s host that hooked me. He was just… perfect. Perfect in every way. I knew it just looking at him. Infinitely handsome and likable and charismatic, and he always said the exact perfect thing. The only issue is, I don’t remember a single thing about him now, in the same way you can’t remember a dream that seemed so clear to you while you were experiencing it. He just appears in my memory as this abstract blur in a sharp suit. Yet at the time, I was awestruck, even before he said a single word.
I can’t even remember a word he said. It was like he was speaking another language, one I felt as opposed to heard. I’ll try and transcribe it as best I can into words, but know that it’s only a pathetic imitation.
“... for another night of laughs, prizes, and fun for the whole family, with your host, #####!” I noticed that the audio and visual distortion seemed to suddenly intensify the instant he said his name, rendering it completely illegible. Idiot I was, I figured that was a coincidence. “Tonight is a night of celebration, folks, because thanks to the support of loyal viewers like you, we have just been approved for, get this: two hundred thousand more seasons!”
The “live studio audience” went wild with applause. I put that in scare quotes because, as far as I could tell, besides the host, the studio seemed completely empty. As if he was standing on a plain white stage that extended outwards into infinite darkness on all sides.
“For those just joining us, the game here is simple…” He explained that this was some sort of a trivia show. Every time a guest got an answer wrong, it brought them a little closer to some sort of unspecified ‘punishment’. And if they got it right? He smirked. “Well, they get to delay the inevitable.”
I wondered what he meant by ‘inevitable’. I didn’t have to wonder long.
The host gestured to a curtain that hadn’t been there moments ago, which raised to reveal a middle-aged man. You know the type — bushy mustache, gray hair, round-rimmed glasses. Kind of guy you’d have doing your plumbing. He couldn’t look any more out of place stood up and restrained in that — what the hell is that?
I recognized that metal coffin-looking thing from a medieval torture museum I went to once. The iron maiden. The lid hung open, countless long, needle-like blades poking inwards, threaten to poke a million new holes in him if it was shut.
His situation was not lost on him. “Where… where am I? What the hell is this!?”
“Oh, lucky guess!” The host ‘joked’. More canned laughter. “I know you always loved watching those trivia shows, Malcolm? Weren’t you always sitting there, grinding your teeth, seething that it wasn’t fair? That you should be the one up on stage, winning big?”
The man paused. Even he seemed mesmerized by the unreal perfection of the host before him. “I… this is a… game show?”
“All you have to do is answer a few questions! Think you can handle that, Malcolm?” He pulled out a cue card without waiting for an answer. “And our first question! What were you doing the night of February 18th, 1998?”
The man seemed baffled. “Just… sat on my couch watching the NFL, I think? I’m not sure how I’m supposed to remember —“
He let out a startled squeal as a horrid buzzer sounded. On cue, the lid slid a third of the way closed, making him flinch. “Oooh, I’m afraid that’s the wrong answer, Frank! But you know what? I’ll give you one more chance. What were you —“
“Following a girl home!” The man cried out. “F-from the bar. There, are you happy?”
“Cor-rect!” The canned audience began cheering! “Such honesty! Now, our second question: just what were you carrying while you followed her?”
He hesitated for a little too long. And then the buzzer sounded again, and the lid slid so near to closing that its blades began poking uncomfortably against his skin. He tried to press himself against the back of the maiden as well as his restraints would allow. “Jesus! Okay! A knife, a knife!”
“Awww, if only you’d said that just a second earlier!” Another big question. “Our third question: why, Malcolm? Why did you do it?”
That set Malcolm off. He started thrashing, clawing, screaming. “Let me out of this thing, you maniac! You can’t do this to me! Do you know who I am? Is this some sort of sick joke? My lawyers will have your head for this, you—“
And then the buzzer. All of a sudden, the lid slammed shut full-force, and the man was utterly silenced save for an unnatural, drawn-out wheeze. “Another wrong answer, Malcolm! I’m afraid I was looking for: ‘because if I can’t have her, no one can’!”
I admit it. I laughed. Out of shock more than anything. How was this allowed on TV? I took it as some sort of dark comedy show, and it was kind of satisfying to see that freaky character get his comeuppance. Still, there was something unnerving to me, seeing the man’s eyes through the openings in the maiden. Wide and red and terrified. They just looked a little… too real.
But the maiden disappeared as quickly as it came, before I could dwell on it too much. “Oh, envy! Definitely one of my favorite sins.” More laughter. “Stay tuned, folks! We’ve still got a night of fun and games in store for you! But first… how’s about a word from our sponsors?”
Cut to a corporate logo which I again couldn't recognize.
“This segment was made possible by Buer Health, which has recently announced a brilliant new initiative to protect our citizens from skin cancer by removing their skin completely.”
The camera cut to a massive industrial building, resembling a solid concrete cube around 50 meters in width and height. Its surface bore arcane symbols etched using carvings of wailing, tormented faces. The host would occasionally be rendered inaudible by a deafening metallic scraping from within, though he didn’t seem to notice. The only protrusion from the building’s cubic shape was a single smokestack, belching a scarlet red smoke into the atmosphere. A queue of gaunt figures waited at the entrance, herded and coerced by their grim overseers, and there were no words to describe the procession of scarlet ghouls limping out the building’s other end.
“Owing to the nonlinearity of time, the brand new Grand Skinpeeling Machine has spontaneously appeared several years before construction deadlines, and indeed, before it was even conceived of by anyone in our timeline. People have rushed all the way from Malebolge just to try this miracle of technology out on opening day, and so far, the reviews have been stellar!”
He shoved his microphone in the face of a shambling thing that could only scarcely be called a human. Tatters of flesh clung to its exposed musculature, blowing in the wind. Its eyes were the only hint of color in that sea of bloody red, and they were wide, white and terrified. The thing screamed and wailed for as long as it could before the last tendons connecting its jaw to its face snapped, and it was left to choke and gurgle.
“An amazing wail! The results speak for themselves, folks. The Grand Skinpeeling Machine is a hit!”
So far, I was still laughing along and having a good time. The sight of the next ‘guest’, however, started making me nervous.
It was an old lady.
She couldn’t be a day younger than sixty, the sort of sweet elderly woman who in a just world would be cooking chocolate chip cookies for her grandchildren in a comfy cottage somewhere. But here she was, tied to a metal chair, eyes wide, shaking like a leaf. Unlike the last contestant, she seemed to know exactly what was happening.
“In exchange for our loving endorsement, they’ve agreed to loan us one of their star employees. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for: the Liqisma!”
Something slunk from the darkness far behind her — or perhaps it’d be more apt to say that the darkness birthed it whole-cloth. It was like a living shadow, and it took my eyes a moment to register what I was even seeing.
How do I even begin describing this creature? I could say it looked almost human, or at least like something that may have been human long ago. Or I could start with its skin, which was all black and shiny as latex and seemingly smooth on first glance, but if you looked closer you’d realize it was covered in a million tiny reptilian scales, almost like a shark. Its head was a bald man’s, utterly devoid of any distinguishing features, like the basic stock template for a human being. It was notable only for a complete lack of pupils and irises, its eyes a pure white.
Its body defied basic biology in so many key ways, I had to stare it at for what felt like an eternity just to wrap my mind around its physiology. It was at least five or six meters long, by my estimate, composed of multiple human torsos stacked one on top of the other like segments of a centipede, each melding with the ones around it at the waist and shoulders. Each torso sported a pair of short, stubby arms that propelled it with terrifying grace. It ended with a pair of human legs, perpetually bent on their knees, beneath a ‘tail’ that looked more like its coccyx was poking free from its body.
The old last could clearly hear it, and kept futilely trying to turn her head around enough to get a peek at what stood behind her. I mouthed uselessly, don’t. You don’t want to know.
“Glad you could join us again, Miss Wethersby! Judging by our ratings last week, you seemed to have been a fan favorite!”
Her voice was so soft, I could barely hear it below the static. “Oh, God. Please, why won’t you people let me go? I’ve told you, I’ve never done anything, never hurt anybody. There must be some sort of—”
He waved a hand over her, and it seemed to forcefully snap her mouth shut. “Please, Miss Wethersby, save your breath for our questions!” Another cue card. “Your first question, my friend: where did you and your husband buy your first home?”
She had to think about it for a long time. Eventually, she cried out, “Alabama! Tuscaloosa, Alabama!”
“Ding ding ding! Why, you’re already doing better than our first contestant! Next question: what breed of dog was your childhood pet?”
She had a pained look on her face as she thought. Eventually, a timer started ticking down. It wasn’t visible, so it wasn’t clear how much time she had left exactly, but the sound it made got more shrill and high-pitched with every second. “Miss Wethersby, need I remind you that we have a time limit on this show?”
A tear ran down her cheek. “I… I keep telling you people, I don’t know. I have dementia, I can’t remember, please—”
That buzzer again. “I’m afraid that was the wrong answer! Liqisma?” The old lady shuddered at the sounds of hundreds of feet drawing a little closer to her. “Now, your first grandchild. What did he look like? What color were his eyes? His hair?”
She was crying harder now, like it hurt her that she couldn’t remember something so dear to her. “I told you I can’t remember! Why are you doing this to me!?”
“If you don’t remember them, why would they remember you?” The host mocked as the buzzer sounded, and the beast drew a little closer. “Really, do you believe they still even think about you? Or do you think they’re glad that the old bag of bones isn’t there sucking up their inheritance?”
This went on for… God, it could have been an hour. I was glued to the screen all the while, frozen with terror, praying for this nightmare to just end, for her to make it out okay somehow. He poured over every little detail of the life she lived and the people she loved, delighting in how little of it she could still recall.
And the thing grew closer, and closer… until she finally felt multiple pairs of hands resting upon her shoulders. The thing was looming over her now, and a long, black tongue a few feet in length emerged from its mouth and ran trails of dark saliva over the back of her head. She looked broken down, eyes raw from crying, and I could tell by the dampness of her dress that she’d wet herself.
“Now, Miss Wethersby, our time here has been fun, but I do believe it is time for our final question. Tell me, what is the name… of your only son?”
She couldn’t even answer anymore. She just stared ahead, like her mind was a million miles away. He cackled as the buzzer sounded one final time, and threw his cue cards aside. “Thank you for playing, Miss Wethersby. Better luck next time.”
I would say the thing unhinged its jaw like a snake, but that’d be an understatement. The way the thing’s face malformed and wrinkled and stretched as it opened its maw, it no longer looked even remotely human. Its jaws must have parted at least thirty centimeters apart, revealing a second, pharyngeal pair of jaws that lashed out and gripped the woman’s skull, pulling her headlong into that darkness.
I could hear bones crunching and snapping as its throat constricted down around her body, peristaltic muscles compacting her into a meat slurry, bit by bit. Yet she just wouldn’t die. Even as her skull and upper body were already crushed and compacted, organs and muscles pressed into mulch, she still kicked her legs, twitched her fingers, let out a gurgling that must have been some attempt at screaming. She was squirming even as the beast snapped its jaw shut around the last of her, condemning her to whatever torments awaited her inside the creature.
And all the while, that horrible laughter. “Don’t worry, folks! She’ll be back next week! And the next. And the next…”
Needless to say, I wasn’t having fun anymore. In fact, I had to turn away and fight the urge to throw up. I stood, about to turn the TV off and —
“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t touch that dial, now!” I froze. There was something chilling about the way he said that, staring right into the screen as if reacting to what I was doing. I hated that grin on his face. “The real show is just beginning.”
And with the barely restrained excitement of a child on Christmas morning, he yanked back another curtain, and I recognized everything.
I recognized that crappy bootleg knockoff Always Sunny in Philadelphia jacket that was so gaudy and terrible it instantly became her favorite thing in her wardrobe. I recognized those subtle hints of slight acne she disguised as fake freckles. I recognized the way her gray eyes would remind me of those overcast mornings at the beach at Hilton Head and pointing out all the cannonball jellyfish washed up on the sands. I recognized that tattoo of the name ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ, how I’d held her all night long as she cried into my shirt after her childhood cat had died.
It was Lila.
I shuddered, gasped, fell from my seat as if I’d been punched in the stomach and the air had been knocked out of me. I couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be real. I was dreaming right now. I must be. I just had to wake up.
But I couldn’t wake up. Nothing I could do dispelled the sight of her curled up in that… that thing. That bronze statue of a bull, horns jutting on either side of a head that roaring silently up at the heavens, all while the love of my life was locked in its hollowed out belly, visible only through a pane of glass. I could hear her cry out in shock at where she’d found herself, and every whimper felt like it drove a knife through my chest.
The host soaked in the moment. It was ecstasy for him, the suffering of it all. He stared dead into the camera like he was looking right at me as she called, “What is this? Where am I?”
“Why, I have good news, my dear Lila! You’re exactly where every American dreams of being: you’re on TV.” He pointed to the camera. “And we have a very special guest in the audience tonight. Your very own beloved Jackson!”
I shuddered, hearing my own name ooze from his fetid lips. His façade of perfection was slipping, and there was something so profoundly ugly beneath it. Her eyes snapped to the camera, confused, despairing. “Jackson? Baby? What — what’s happening? What is this?”
I don’t know, I thought, gripping the sides of the TV so hard my knuckles turned white, but I’m going to get you out of there, baby. I’m going to find whoever did this and I’m going to bury them all so far beneath that studio that they’ll never-
“I’m afraid Jackson hasn’t joined us quite yet, my dear. But if you truly love him, surely you’ll give him a show to remember, won’t you?” He taunted her. “All I want, after all, is to ask you a few questions! In fact, I’ll offer you a special deal: get even a single answer right, and I’ll let you go free! But get one wrong and, well…”
On cue, a fire was lit beneath her. Small, smoldering for now, but she whimpered as she noticed the heat. We both realized in that instant what this was. By now, I was screaming things I can’t repeat here, and slamming my hands against the TV screen as if I could reach through and save her.
She bit her lip and acquiesced. Not like she had any room to argue. The host grinned and readied a cue card. “Your first question: where are you, Lila?”
“I… I don’t know. How am I supposed to know?”
“You do know, Lila. You know exactly where you are.” He smirked at her. “Here’s a free hint: what’s the last thing you remember, before you woke up here?
She thought about it… and choked back a sob, visibly shaking as the realization slowly settled in. “But… but why? I… I…”
The horrible wail of the buzzer cut her off. “Oooh, too bad! I’m afraid you’ve run out of time!”
Seemingly as if on its own, the fire doubled in size. Sparks licked the belly of the bronze bull, and began to ever-so-slowly heat the surface. She pawed around in the tight confines, searching for any reprieve from the scalding heat all around her as the metal grew hot like it’d been left out in the sun on a summer’s day. “Please! Oh, God, let me out of this thing! It hurts! It hurts!”
The host seemed to breathe in her pain as if stealing a moment’s indulgence. “Now that there is no doubt about where you are, my dear, let us proceed to the second question.” He switched to his next card. “Did you believe in God, in the end?”
“O-of course!” She pled her case as if she was being tried in court. “My entire life… every day I gave to the poor, helped the sick, did whatever I could to honor Hi-“
“I’m afraid you misunderstood my question. I asked, did you believe in him at the end? The very moment your pitiful little life was snuffed out?”
“I always believed! I’d never forsake Him!”
“Yes, yes, I know. You lived a good and holy life, didn’t you?” He cackled. “But what of the very end? You and your little husband were so excited to deliver your first little baby boy. But o, tragedy! It all went wrong, didn’t it? Your precious little boy didn’t make it through childbirth… and you followed closely behind.”
“That whole business with the botched pregnancy, it was… what do you call it? Ah, yes. A ‘test of faith’. And I’m afraid you failed. In your final moments, you watched the light fade from your child’s eyes, and you assumed — wisely, in my humble opinion — that no ‘kind’ and ‘loving’ God would allow something like that to happen.” He laughed. “Funny how after a lifetime of dutiful service, all it takes is one little mistake at the end… to bring you here. To us.”
I’d never seen such depths of despair in a person’s eyes. Such emptiness. Like with every word, he’d been scooping out another piece of her until she was hollow. And then that buzzer roared again, more shrill than ever, and I could barely see her little window through the smoke and flames. The belly of the bull was turning orange in places, and I could hear her flesh start to sizzle like meat on a grill. There are no words for the noises she made. No words at all.
“And our last, final question,” he continued. “What were your last words to your poor, beloved Jackson?”
“I love you!” I called out the answer. Bloody fingerprints stained the TV screen from my slamming my hands against it, as I screamed the answer over and over. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” At some point, I forgot that there was ever a question. I was just screaming it at her as if hoping that she could hear it, that it could bring her a modicum of comfort in that place.
The buzzer sounded again. I couldn't bring myself to look. All I could hear was the roaring of the bull, and the steam rising from its bronze nostrils.
The curtain fell. Silence drowned the sound. The host dropped all pretense that he hadn’t been speaking directly to me. “Now, Jackson. You just might be one of my new favorite audience members this show had ever had. I know this must have been hard for you. But if you’ll just stay tuned, I have one more show I know you’re certain to love!”
I didn’t bother to touch the remote. After all, nothing could be worse than what I’d just seen, right?
Wrong. Horror wracked me as the curtain rose, and I saw the man chained to a chair. I pulled away like a caveman witnessing fire, cringing and stuttering, face wet with sweat. It was the sort of fear that worked its way into your bones like a bad chill, that left you shaking, teeth chattering.
It was me.
An older me, sure. But not by much. Ten years, maybe. A gaunt and hollow version of me, one twisted by ten years of depression and hard drugs. But it was unmistakable.
His eyes widened as he recognized the host. “Oh — oh God, God please no! It can’t be — oh Christ, let me out of this chair, you —“
“Come, now! We wouldn’t want to use the lord’s name in vain, would we? I mean, that would be a sin!” The host laid a hand on the other me’s shoulder. “It may have been a few years since you watched our program, but I’m sure you remember the rules, don’t you, old friend?”
The other me was wordless, on the verge of hyperventilating, just as I was. The host was giddy with delight. “Now! Our first and only question is one I’m sure our viewer will be very interested in: what sins, exactly, do you think landed you here?”
The other me tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. I could see it in his eyes. The years of self-destruction, the bitter hopelessness, the whirlpool of nihilism and vice and decay. The suffocating depths of a man. The darkness. How could he put it into words?
The sound of the buzzer was like a pig’s squeal. “Mmm, I’m afraid that our viewer is going to have to figure that out for himself! In the meantime, your punishment? Well, we wouldn’t want to spoil anything…”
The curtains slowly began to fall just as a couple other of those black, grotesque monstrosities emerged from the darkness. The curtain covered them all before I could get a good look at their obscene, twisted, asymmetrical figures. All I could hear was the crunching, the sound of skin tearing like paper, the screaming that went on for longer and louder than a human throat or vocal chords could endure.
The image and audio were beginning to distort, glitch, burn away. The tapes were physically melting as they played. My VCR was starting to overheat, sparks pouring from its front panel. The host voice jumped around in tone, his voice fading into the static blur as the tapes bubbled and boiled and distorted. “But, my friends, I’m afraid that concludes tonight’s episode of our show! So, with a final farewell to our dear, beloved viewer, Jackson…”
Just before the image melted away, the camera seemed to jump forward until his face filled the screen, his eyes piercing into mine as he cackled in that singsong voice.
“See you sooooon~”

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Originally posted by jGatzB.
Through the decades of combined Board & Bureau Operations Reports, there has only been a single mention of an Eldritch Spider sighting--a belated depiction of the event that transformed Jesse Gatz before appropriating the name jGatzB. No other operator has ever witnessed a creature like it, in the alleyspace or any cabinet reality, therefore this report remains unverified.
Gatsby describes his initial weeks in The Arcade as a Nomad, before an encounter with a Nothing Machine (NM #001 - CENTRAL NETWORK) seems to have snapped him back to consciousness. He spent the following days carefully inspecting his surroundings and becoming familiar with them, returning to the Nothing Machine frequently as a means of restoring his focus. During this time, he describes playing various machines using scavenged quarters, in an attempt to root out some escape-room style design that might be solved to escape. Gatsby does not recall finding a Token, and was likely not paying much attention to the difference in coin discovered in the dark, but we believe his encounter with the Tabula Librum cabinet to have been the first near-incursion into a cabinet reality.
Gatsby describes attempting to play a Gauntlet styled arcade cabinet, covered in 80's D&D-style artwork and labeled "Tabula Librum." In his belated report of the event, "The machine boots, goes to white, goes to black, and then--I don't know how to say this--but the screen turned a color I have never seen before. I can't even describe what color it was. I just know it was extremely vivid, like the saturation was cranked out, but the hue value was unfathomable." He describes being mesmerized by the sight during what we now understand to be the "entry window." As no attempt to enter the machine was made, something instead made the attempt to climb out.
"This fat spider-leg comes jutting out of the screen--like, black and chitinous, but glistening with this blue-green mucus. Then another one, and another one, and then the thing's pulling itself out through the static, snapping its fangs at me and moving faster than anything I've ever seen. It bit me on the left shin, right through my pants leg--and when it bit me, it felt like the way dial-up tone SOUNDS. Like I had stuck a fork into an electrical socket the moment the edible hit. I remember my pants leg burning off first, and my left pocket buzzing like my phone was finally working--except it was pulling away from me like something was trying to fly out of my pocket. I felt a different sensation rush through me then, and when those feelings started to mesh together, I passed out."
We know that at that moment, Super64 turned the corner, saw the spider, grabbed it by the skull and crammed it back into the cabinet screen. It struggled, nearly matching Super's strength before Super finished the chicken philly in his left hand and began shoving with both free hands. Afterwards, Super unplugged the machine, tacked up an "Out of Order" sign, and left. Having not yet formally met Jesse Gatz, he simply presumed this stranger to be dead.
"When I woke up--and it took a long time for me to really feel AWAKE--my body was gone. I don't know how else to describe it, except like logging into a match in-progress as a spectator. When I looked down, there was no one there, but I could feel myself--like I was invisible. It wasn't until I headed back into the darker hallways that I started to see myself too--only I wasn't myself anymore. I had become..." //Gatsby motions to himself// "...this hole, right? I'm like a hole with a purple nebula on the other side. And of course, if the light is right, you can still see the features of my face. I have an outer shell, right? But it isn't skin anymore. My hair isn't really hair. But it's all retained its correct shape and dimensions. I weigh the same, if that makes any sense. I can eat, drink, gain, and lose weight. My body functions, but isn't there. I am the hole where Jesse used to be."

The public only wakes up at the end.
“Know that this universe is nothing but a dream bluff of nature to test your consciousness of immortality.” - Paramahansa Yogananda
I will not sit here and lie to you that I know what is to come in the future. I can research and pose educated hypotheses', but I do not know what the future holds.
I'm writing this today because the most important thing is knowledge, wisdom, and information, and not only is it not easily available, but is inside and belonging to each of us by birthright.
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There is always someone who knows more than me, so please comment and add anything. There may be a time with no Reddit, a completely censored or no internet and people fully have to rely on their own wisdom and personal knowledge.
Before we get into this,
We all have to understand that our senses can pick up such little available sound and light frequencies that we are basically blind.
The greatest psyop of all history has been the programming of human beings to worship the material world semicolon and hence the erected prison of our left rational mind.
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What truly is 'rational' in this world, is pretty ignorant and arrogant once you research ancient civilizations, religions, magic, history Etc.
This has been the ultimate goal of the controllers and rulers of our reality:
To sever our connection with our true nature, and our true identity; a reflection of God. Made up of the substance of God, given the mind of God, to experience God... to remember oneself as god...to ascend and go back to godhead.
The rulers of this reality worship Saturn, form, the material world, and the cold, dark forces that make up our existence. There is a reason why the Black Cube is represented in many different countries with massive sculptures; as well as the largest investment firm in the world being called BlackRock. In Mecca, Muslims walk around a massive black Cube and Jews put a black Cube on their forehead during prayers. The Black Cube represents what we find ourselves in. We are the Black Cube and we find ourselves inside of the black cube. Form.
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If you don't read anything in this writing, simply read this:

Every ancient religion, society, prophet, civilization etc, desperately is trying to tell you that you are not this body, but you are the observer, immortal awareness.
The greatest illusion cast on to man is the illusion of separation. Your skin doesn't separate you from reality but is the bridge to it. Everything is truly a projection of the mind, and once you realize your senses are so lacking, you basically do live in a literal holographic electrical reality.
Every prophet and religion when not mistranslated is telling you to identify and remember your true nature, that you are love, unity, and the universe itself (God).
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To ascend this three-dimensional realm and reincarnation (ascend the black cube) become the cross, become crucified, and raise your consciousness past Duality and polarity; to Unity and the godhead reality. The kingdom of Heaven is within.
"Be In The World, Not of This World"
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ANCIENT CREATION STORY (Eagle vs. Serpent)

Satan and the serpent
The oldest recorded creation stories can be traced back to ancient Sumer. The cuneiform tablets show the true story, the same story that is mirrored and varied in every other society and religion.
The Sumerian cuneiform tablets say that the Sky gods came to Earth to create a race of worker slaves. They use in-vitro fertilization using the DNA of the already existing primate to create a hybrid between themselves and our ancestors. The stories speak about Sky gods falling from the Heavens to Earth. Does this mean the avatars of the seven planets, or avatars of higher astral beings, or angels descending through the firmament, or aliens coming from another star system... I don't know. But all of the stories represent the characters being the same and in a reptilian humanoid form (shapeshifting).
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Enlil (Satan, Saturn, Kumarabi, Amun-Ra, Zeus, YHWH, etc.)

Enlil, the god of the storm, the prince of the air, and the god of the sky are represented in many different cultures as Zeus, Kumarabi, Amun-ra, Saturn, and many more. They're all representations of Satan or Saturn, the dark force in the universe and form and the material world. Yahweh in the Bible is Enlil. A wrathful deity who sees Humanity as no more than slaves and wishes to bring Humanity to degeneracy and the destruction of humanity. Originally during the creation of humans, he did not want to give Humanity intelligence and wanted to keep them toiling as worker slaves. Famously you can see this in the Mistranslated Adam and Eve serpent story where God tells Adam and Eve not to eat the apple of the Gods (Knowledge of the gods.)
Enlil (Lord of The Sky, Lord of The Storm [Yaweh, Satan])
In fact, it is said that Yahweh enacted many famines upon the people of the day as well as ordered the rapes and pillaging of many different cities. He created Wars and ultimately he did not warn Humanity of a coming flood as he wished to see them all wiped out.

Enki (Thoth, Enoch, Prometheus, Quetzalcoatl, Odin, etc)

^\Yahshua {Maybe} "I and the father are one"]))
Enki, or "The lord of the Earth", is the mediator between humans and the true loving God.
Yes, Enki's the 'serpent' in the Garden of Eden. He is the one who went behind the back of Enlil to give Humanity the knowledge of the gods. In fact, in many ancient texts, it is said that humans are more enlightened than their rulers as Enkis really created the perfect creation. Enki falls in love with his creation and sees himself in humanity. He is the one who warns Noah or Utinapishnu to save his family and animals from the flood.
In ancient times the serpent represented Enlightenment and wisdom. The serpent can be traced back to the Hebrew term Nahash, which means shining and is a reference to the oil or Kundalini energy rising up the spine.
Kundalini energy, the oil or energy coiled in man. When raised allows him to realize god.
Moses lifting the serpent just as man should be lifted (god realization)
Briefly one can view our reality as an ancient battle between a force trying to lead us to degeneracy and slavery and another force who sees us as himself and is trying to lead us to reach our Highest Potential and Escape the Black Cube.
Enki or the energy of "The Lord of The Earth" can be traced to many different cultures and be seen by many incarnations such as Thoth, Enoch, Odin, Prometheus, etc.
Many of these cults of the serpent went on to become secret societies and this is where I believe they start to label Enki as Lucifer. I do not understand how the elites and other societies see Enki's actions as anything other than akin to Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Muhammad, and all the Prophets... But I guess there's something I'm missing.

Cyclical Cataclysms, Global resets and Our lost (Hidden) History

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I've read in many different places that there was the insanely advanced Society of Atlantis that began to fall as dark occultists and magicians began to hijack the society and Lead it into debauchery. Whether the cataclysm that ended Atlantis was created from a black Magic Ritual or from a supernatural external event, Atlantis was destroyed. In the Sumerian Kings list when the Kings descend from the heavens again I believe this is after that. I’d equate this to either 11,000 years ago or 6,000 years ago. The problem with time frames is the Roman Empire probably added thousands of years to Its supposed rain and messes up a lot of the chronology of our timeline.
One of the biggest lies we have as a society is that we came from apes (and not genetic hybrids of our past homo sapiens). That we are from this material world and we are just on a long journey of evolution. Humanity did not evolve from Africa and spread over the world through land bridges.
Every single Society has the same creation story, the same architecture, and the same iconography and names. The same creation stories and flood myths permeate all throughout the world, even the fact that the same Rock reliefs and sculptures can be found literally in societies that supposedly never knew each other.
By now most people are probably familiar with the topic of Tartaria. Tartaria probably being a misnomer for the true name of the ancient civilization who inhabited the planet before the Satanic conquest of the world. I've researched that a cataclysm probably happened a few hundred years ago that completely reset the world. anyone who can completely tell you what happened in our past is completely lying. There have been so many mistranslations, manipulations, and flat-out Lies by our controllers it is challenging to piece together the truth.
The same arcticture all over the world.
What is obvious though is that the empty City pictures of the 1800s and the gargantuan churches and buildings (built by people with dirt roads and horses lol) that look like they had been covered in a mud flood are far older than we have been led to know.
Past technology is being hoarded and we are all truly being extorted by controllers who wish to rid us of all of our spiritual energy and financial capital. Ancient cathedrals in the past knew how to harness the electromagnetic frequency in the atmosphere to create a healing energy and frequency inside. Basically a massive healing center. There have been inventions where you sit in a chair and hydrotherapy can fix many of your ailments. Hell, if you even look at many of the past World Fairs there is so much electricity it is obvious that we knew and understood electricity a lot earlier than we can remember.
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I'm trying to make this as brief as possible but people must realize that our history is a complete lie trying to manipulate you to have a false identity and a false perception of reality.
The world today is run by a certain 'ethnicity' (which is also my own) that has stolen most of their own teachings and knowledge from the rest of the world, then changed history, so they may seem more ancient and more advanced than they truly are. But you can see who they truly worship by the symbolism on their flag. A hexagram is the 2D form of a 3D cube. In other words, the people whose holy day is on Saturday are the ones who worship Saturn. Now you can see how the Muslim religion and Catholicism with its worship of Yahweh has been hijacked as well.
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After the most recent cataclysm is when the hijacking of the current world began. The Catholic Jesuits, the wealthy Phoenician families, the Freemasons, the Skull and Bones, the illuminated ones, and the Cult of Saturn worshipers (Cult of Baal [Cabal]) took over the world, burned and destroyed much of our ancient artifacts, and history and then changed up our entire chronology so we would believe their false chronology and adopt their forced self-identity that they have clouded our perception.
The ancient black Hebrews who inhabited the Americas have had their deep knowledge of the universe raped and pillaged from them and they've basically been exterminated. You walk into any African-American Museum and it starts with slavery, when in all actuality California is named after a black Warrior Queen named Califia.
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Many other societies and cultures have fallen into the void of history as they have had their histories and cultures stolen and manipulated. The ancient Irish, where you can trace many of the earliest versions of the Bible have had their total history erased. We're currently watching a genocide take place where the descendants of European Jews are killing the actual semites and then turning around and calling everyone anti-Semitic... this has been going on for a while.

Plans For The Future

The Tower of Babel allegory might be the closest to relating to our time today. It seems that the masses are mostly asleep, but there is a growing large number of people who understand the truth of reality and are trying to share it with others. Our controllers and the god they serve want the exact opposite of this.
They guard this occult knowledge and keep the masses in a thought perception of slavery and confusion, all to create a false sense of scarcity and ravage the Earth of her Bountiful resources. They hide different forms of energy such as hydrogen, and the electromagnetic frequency that permeates throughout the Earth's ether, to push toxic Industries such as oil and other fossil fuels. They spray us with metals that cause health and mental problems, putting fluoride and other metals such as aluminum in our water source. Most of our food is filled with fake preservatives and microplastics, and our health and educational systems both make the individual much sicker than they do heal and grow.
The eagle, Satan truly is the leader of this false world. everything in our reality now has been totally corrupted And now siphons the life force out of basically everything.
We slaughter animals like they're nothing, we throw every single human being we can into a metal box like it's nothing, Our children are now being sexualized and pedophilia is becoming normalized to the point. Children have their gender identity totally confused because Black Rock wants to make more money pumping ESG through companies.
To even the minimally aware, they easily can see the devil in the world everywhere they turn. The world is not based upon truth, honesty, and love, it's based on scarcity, ego, and the worship of form and death. All Illusions in their grandest sense.
And this is what our ancients knew, all throughout the world they understood this deeply. they passed it on to their children. They lived close to Source during their daily life.
The goal of the Elites, AND the god they serve is to return man to the form which they see fit, a worker slave toiling in degeneracy and ignorance. With this realization, the whole world is easily understood. (And outgrown.)
The amount of technology that is being withheld from us is truly mind-boggling. They most likely already have reverse-engineered UFOs and an alternate free energy source. (Nikola Tesla lol)
We've already been infected with nanobots, whether you took the vaccine or not; they have direct energy weapons that can burn down whole cities. They can make earthquakes, hurricanes, and tornadoes whenever they please. They make bioweapons through vaccines and diseases that they spread to the populations for money. They wish to create a one-world currency, a digital CBDC, so they can really make the world into a prison planet.
They can produce a fake alien invasion, or they could maybe even create a dark ritual and enact a cataclysm that can be seen throughout our history (ie floods, electromagnetic storms, fires, asteroids etc). The elites have been planning and guiding the world to their ultimate plan, I would not be surprised if they cause a giant reset to thwart our Awakening.
Their ultimate goal is to microchip everyone so they can see and control all of their thoughts and biometrics. To fully return you to a slave and keep you trapped inside the material world.
They basically tell you everything and program you to accept and manifest the reality that they are trying to create. Do not give them the power to do so. Do not consent to this reality they are trying to make. A reality of cyber attacks, pandemics, food shortages, world wars, political unrest, instability, violent race relations etc etc.
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This may sound weird but truly there is nothing to fear. Once you realize that you are not the body, and are immortal awareness there's nowhere to go. There's nothing to lose, there's nothing to gain.
Everything is an illusion in this world. This life shouldn't be this hard but it is. It shouldn't be this hard to stay healthy, gain knowledge, and grow, but it is.
Just don't lose hope or let the demiurge, satan forces win.
You are a creator god, a being of light, a being of unity and love. Once you deeply understand that is your true identity you can never unlearn it.
I know in the deepest part of my soul that the creative loving force of the universe is much stronger than the destructive force, and this is weird to say but truly in the biggest reality, we are all the same being experiencing itself and this place doesn't even "matter". But this place does matter, because we are all experiencing it, and I don't think any religion or Society or prophecy ends with Satan winning.
You are more powerful than you think. You control your reality, you control what you experience. Don't let this Demiurge AI-like reality corrupt you and bring you down to this dense false reality. Learn as much as you can, become as wise as you can, and realize that you have the power to create and do anything in your own life.

The Controllers and El-ites are Scared of YOU, not the Other way Around. You are more Enlightened than the Rulers.

Truly nothing new is under the sun.
The goal of this life is to realize your truth, gain liberation and never come back to this shit show again. I love you, and see you as myself. I hope we can reach the highest point we possibly can. Be safe.
“People of this world are deluded. They’re always longing for something-always, in a word, seeking. But the wise wake up. They choose reason over custom. They fix their minds on the sublime and let their bodies change with the seasons. All phenomena are empty. They contain nothing worth desiring.”-Bodhidharma
Samsara, The Wheel on endless Reincarnation
The Big I, the only conciousness in the universe, the real you (and me lol)

The public only wakes up at the end.
“Know that this universe is nothing but a dream bluff of nature to test your consciousness of immortality.” - Paramahansa Yogananda
I will not sit here and lie to you that I know what is to come in the future. I can research and pose educated hypotheses', but I do not know what the future holds.
I'm writing this today because the most important thing is knowledge, wisdom, and information, and not only is it not easily available, but is inside and belonging to each of us by birthright.
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There is always someone who knows more than me, so please comment and add anything. There may be a time with no Reddit, a completely censored or no internet and people fully have to rely on their own wisdom and personal knowledge.
Before we get into this,
We all have to understand that our senses can pick up such little available sound and light frequencies that we are basically blind.
The greatest psyop of all history has been the programming of human beings to worship the material world semicolon and hence the erected prison of our left rational mind.
https://preview.redd.it/7ibs0n09u20d1.png?width=563&format=png&auto=webp&s=5ec1d39c8a5b171932260892950568b586e93a01
What truly is 'rational' in this world, is pretty ignorant and arrogant once you research ancient civilizations, religions, magic, history Etc.
This has been the ultimate goal of the controllers and rulers of our reality:
To sever our connection with our true nature, and our true identity; a reflection of God. Made up of the substance of God, given the mind of God, to experience God... to remember oneself as god...to ascend and go back to godhead.
The rulers of this reality worship Saturn, form, the material world, and the cold, dark forces that make up our existence. There is a reason why the Black Cube is represented in many different countries with massive sculptures; as well as the largest investment firm in the world being called BlackRock. In Mecca, Muslims walk around a massive black Cube and Jews put a black Cube on their forehead during prayers. The Black Cube represents what we find ourselves in. We are the Black Cube and we find ourselves inside of the black cube. Form.
https://preview.redd.it/w135m26cu20d1.png?width=1051&format=png&auto=webp&s=935aa3c562338e28cac4de4314698bb6975fb957
https://preview.redd.it/8rvu6oycu20d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=c9bb70007f02b0b43b098e3c1897a6a2316e7468

If you don't read anything in this writing, simply read this:

Every ancient religion, society, prophet, civilization etc, desperately is trying to tell you that you are not this body, but you are the observer, immortal awareness.
The greatest illusion cast on to man is the illusion of separation. Your skin doesn't separate you from reality but is the bridge to it. Everything is truly a projection of the mind, and once you realize your senses are so lacking, you basically do live in a literal holographic electrical reality.
Every prophet and religion when not mistranslated is telling you to identify and remember your true nature, that you are love, unity, and the universe itself (God).
https://preview.redd.it/75stedneu20d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=64fea086721fd8a34d5e46106c805ea01e8cd23e
To ascend this three-dimensional realm and reincarnation (ascend the black cube) become the cross, become crucified, and raise your consciousness past Duality and polarity; to Unity and the godhead reality. The kingdom of Heaven is within.
"Be In The World, Not of This World"
https://preview.redd.it/zv1p3j8gu20d1.png?width=508&format=png&auto=webp&s=fa73fcec4ff272d46267bb2be7c409a510002909

ANCIENT CREATION STORY (Eagle vs. Serpent)

Satan and the Serpent
The oldest recorded creation stories can be traced back to ancient Sumer. The cuneiform tablets show the true story, the same story that is mirrored and varied in every other society and religion.
The Sumerian cuneiform tablets say that the Sky gods came to Earth to create a race of worker slaves. They use in-vitro fertilization using the DNA of the already existing primate to create a hybrid between themselves and our ancestors. The stories speak about Sky gods falling from the Heavens to Earth. Does this mean the avatars of the seven planets, or avatars of higher astral beings, or angels descending through the firmament, or aliens coming from another star system... I don't know. But all of the stories represent the characters being the same and in a reptilian humanoid form (shapeshifting).
Ninmah, Mami (Where we get Mother)

Enlil (Satan, Saturn, Kumarabi, Amun-Ra, Zeus, YHWH, etc.)

Enlil, the god of the storm, the prince of the air, and the god of the sky are represented in many different cultures as Zeus, Kumarabi, Amun-ra, Saturn, and many more. They're all representations of Satan or Saturn, the dark force in the universe and form and the material world. Yahweh in the Bible is Enlil. A wrathful deity who sees Humanity as no more than slaves and wishes to bring Humanity to degeneracy and the destruction of humanity. Originally during the creation of humans, he did not want to give Humanity intelligence and wanted to keep them toiling as worker slaves. Famously you can see this in the Mistranslated Adam and Eve serpent story where God tells Adam and Eve not to eat the apple of the Gods (Knowledge of the gods.)
Enlil (Lord of The Sky, Lord of The Storm [Yaweh, Satan])
In fact, it is said that Yahweh enacted many famines upon the people of the day as well as ordered the rapes and pillaging of many different cities. He created Wars and ultimately he did not warn Humanity of a coming flood as he wished to see them all wiped out.

Enki (Thoth, Enoch, Prometheus, Quetzalcoatl, Odin, etc)

^\Yahshua {Maybe} "I and the father are one"]))
Enki, or "The lord of the Earth", is the mediator between humans and the true loving God.
Yes, Enki's the 'serpent' in the Garden of Eden. He is the one who went behind the back of Enlil to give Humanity the knowledge of the gods. In fact, in many ancient texts, it is said that humans are more enlightened than their rulers as Enkis really created the perfect creation. Enki falls in love with his creation and sees himself in humanity. He is the one who warns Noah or Utinapishnu to save his family and animals from the flood.
In ancient times the serpent represented Enlightenment and wisdom. The serpent can be traced back to the Hebrew term Nahash, which means shining and is a reference to the oil or Kundalini energy rising up the spine.
Kundalini energy, the oil or energy coiled in man. When raised allows him to realize god.
Moses lifting the serpent just as man should be lifted (god realization)
Briefly one can view our reality as an ancient battle between a force trying to lead us to degeneracy and slavery and another force who sees us as himself and is trying to lead us to reach our Highest Potential and Escape the Black Cube.
Enki or the energy of "The Lord of The Earth" can be traced to many different cultures and be seen by many incarnations such as Thoth, Enoch, Odin, Prometheus, etc.
Many of these cults of the serpent went on to become secret societies and this is where I believe they start to label Enki as Lucifer. I do not understand how the elites and other societies see Enki's actions as anything other than akin to Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Muhammad, and all the Prophets... But I guess there's something I'm missing.

Cyclical Cataclysms, Global resets and Our lost (Hidden) History

https://preview.redd.it/wrq8u801v20d1.png?width=800&format=png&auto=webp&s=405667d018b8d17823da4e18232b03f827e34608
I've read in many different places that there was the insanely advanced Society of Atlantis that began to fall as dark occultists and magicians began to hijack the society and Lead it into debauchery. Whether the cataclysm that ended Atlantis was created from a black Magic Ritual or from a supernatural external event, Atlantis was destroyed. In the Sumerian Kings list when the Kings descend from the heavens again I believe this is after that. I’d equate this to either 11,000 years ago or 6,000 years ago. The problem with time frames is the Roman Empire probably added thousands of years to Its supposed rain and messes up a lot of the chronology of our timeline.
One of the biggest lies we have as a society is that we came from apes (and not genetic hybrids of our past homo sapiens). That we are from this material world and we are just on a long journey of evolution. Humanity did not evolve from Africa and spread over the world through land bridges.
Every single Society has the same creation story, the same architecture, and the same iconography and names. The same creation stories and flood myths permeate all throughout the world, even the fact that the same Rock reliefs and sculptures can be found literally in societies that supposedly never knew each other.
By now most people are probably familiar with the topic of Tartaria. Tartaria probably being a misnomer for the true name of the ancient civilization who inhabited the planet before the Satanic conquest of the world. I've researched that a cataclysm probably happened a few hundred years ago that completely reset the world. anyone who can completely tell you what happened in our past is completely lying. There have been so many mistranslations, manipulations, and flat-out Lies by our controllers it is challenging to piece together the truth.
The same arcticture all over the world.
What is obvious though is that the empty City pictures of the 1800s and the gargantuan churches and buildings (built by people with dirt roads and horses lol) that look like they had been covered in a mud flood are far older than we have been led to know.
Past technology is being hoarded and we are all truly being extorted by controllers who wish to rid us of all of our spiritual energy and financial capital. Ancient cathedrals in the past knew how to harness the electromagnetic frequency in the atmosphere to create a healing energy and frequency inside. Basically a massive healing center. There have been inventions where you sit in a chair and hydrotherapy can fix many of your ailments. Hell, if you even look at many of the past World Fairs there is so much electricity it is obvious that we knew and understood electricity a lot earlier than we can remember.
\"Tartarian\" Technology
I'm trying to make this as brief as possible but people must realize that our history is a complete lie trying to manipulate you to have a false identity and a false perception of reality.
The world today is run by a certain 'ethnicity' (which is also my own) that has stolen most of their own teachings and knowledge from the rest of the world, then changed history, so they may seem more ancient and more advanced than they truly are. But you can see who they truly worship by the symbolism on their flag. A hexagram is the 2D form of a 3D cube. In other words, the people whose holy day is on Saturday are the ones who worship Saturn. Now you can see how the Muslim religion and Catholicism with its worship of Yahweh has been hijacked as well.
https://preview.redd.it/d0c9ks6bv20d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=e1d86b136ed19450e5cd70d1691002ce528e7bdd
After the most recent cataclysm is when the hijacking of the current world began. The Catholic Jesuits, the wealthy Phoenician families, the Freemasons, the Skull and Bones, the illuminated ones, and the Cult of Saturn worshipers (Cult of Baal [Cabal]) took over the world, burned and destroyed much of our ancient artifacts, and history and then changed up our entire chronology so we would believe their false chronology and adopt their forced self-identity that they have clouded our perception.
The ancient black Hebrews who inhabited the Americas have had their deep knowledge of the universe raped and pillaged from them and they've basically been exterminated. You walk into any African-American Museum and it starts with slavery, when in all actuality California is named after a black Warrior Queen named Califia.
https://preview.redd.it/5rr4fw1dv20d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=ef7bc49fcb0d268c00aa79f514740139c5befc00
Many other societies and cultures have fallen into the void of history as they have had their histories and cultures stolen and manipulated. The ancient Irish, where you can trace many of the earliest versions of the Bible have had their total history erased. We're currently watching a genocide take place where the descendants of European Jews are killing the actual semites and then turning around and calling everyone anti-Semitic... this has been going on for a while.

Plans For The Future

The Tower of Babel allegory might be the closest to relating to our time today. It seems that the masses are mostly asleep, but there is a growing large number of people who understand the truth of reality and are trying to share it with others. Our controllers and the god they serve want the exact opposite of this.
They guard this occult knowledge and keep the masses in a thought perception of slavery and confusion, all to create a false sense of scarcity and ravage the Earth of her Bountiful resources. They hide different forms of energy such as hydrogen, and the electromagnetic frequency that permeates throughout the Earth's ether, to push toxic Industries such as oil and other fossil fuels. They spray us with metals that cause health and mental problems, putting fluoride and other metals such as aluminum in our water source. Most of our food is filled with fake preservatives and microplastics, and our health and educational systems both make the individual much sicker than they do heal and grow.
The eagle, Satan truly is the leader of this false world. everything in our reality now has been totally corrupted And now siphons the life force out of basically everything.
We slaughter animals like they're nothing, we throw every single human being we can into a metal box like it's nothing, Our children are now being sexualized and pedophilia is becoming normalized to the point. Children have their gender identity totally confused because Black Rock wants to make more money pumping ESG through companies.
To even the minimally aware, they easily can see the devil in the world everywhere they turn. The world is not based upon truth, honesty, and love, it's based on scarcity, ego, and the worship of form and death. All Illusions in their grandest sense.
And this is what our ancients knew, all throughout the world they understood this deeply. they passed it on to their children. They lived close to Source during their daily life.
The goal of the Elites, AND the god they serve is to return man to the form which they see fit, a worker slave toiling in degeneracy and ignorance. With this realization, the whole world is easily understood. (And outgrown.)
The amount of technology that is being withheld from us is truly mind-boggling. They most likely already have reverse-engineered UFOs and an alternate free energy source. (Nikola Tesla lol)
We've already been infected with nanobots, whether you took the vaccine or not; they have direct energy weapons that can burn down whole cities. They can make earthquakes, hurricanes, and tornadoes whenever they please. They make bioweapons through vaccines and diseases that they spread to the populations for money. They wish to create a one-world currency, a digital CBDC, so they can really make the world into a prison planet.
They can produce a fake alien invasion, or they could maybe even create a dark ritual and enact a cataclysm that can be seen throughout our history (ie floods, electromagnetic storms, fires, asteroids etc). The elites have been planning and guiding the world to their ultimate plan, I would not be surprised if they cause a giant reset to thwart our Awakening.
Their ultimate goal is to microchip everyone so they can see and control all of their thoughts and biometrics. To fully return you to a slave and keep you trapped inside the material world.
They basically tell you everything and program you to accept and manifest the reality that they are trying to create. Do not give them the power to do so. Do not consent to this reality they are trying to make. A reality of cyber attacks, pandemics, food shortages, world wars, political unrest, instability, violent race relations etc etc.
https://preview.redd.it/hiz2o5ifv20d1.png?width=1170&format=png&auto=webp&s=06e8443631649d689dfa20cf85aa33477fbd3769
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This may sound weird but truly there is nothing to fear. Once you realize that you are not the body, and are immortal awareness there's nowhere to go. There's nothing to lose, there's nothing to gain.
Everything is an illusion in this world. This life shouldn't be this hard but it is. It shouldn't be this hard to stay healthy, gain knowledge, and grow, but it is.
Just don't lose hope or let the demiurge, satan forces win.
You are a creator god, a being of light, a being of unity and love. Once you deeply understand that is your true identity you can never unlearn it.
I know in the deepest part of my soul that the creative loving force of the universe is much stronger than the destructive force, and this is weird to say but truly in the biggest reality, we are all the same being experiencing itself and this place doesn't even "matter". But this place does matter, because we are all experiencing it, and I don't think any religion or Society or prophecy ends with Satan winning.
You are more powerful than you think. You control your reality, you control what you experience. Don't let this Demiurge AI-like reality corrupt you and bring you down to this dense false reality. Learn as much as you can, become as wise as you can, and realize that you have the power to create and do anything in your own life.

The Controllers and El-ites are Scared of YOU, not the Other way Around. You are more Enlightened than the Rulers.

Truly nothing new is under the sun.
The goal of this life is to realize your truth, gain liberation and never come back to this shit show again. I love you, and see you as myself. I hope we can reach the highest point we possibly can. Be safe.
“People of this world are deluded. They’re always longing for something-always, in a word, seeking. But the wise wake up. They choose reason over custom. They fix their minds on the sublime and let their bodies change with the seasons. All phenomena are empty. They contain nothing worth desiring.”-Bodhidharma
Samsara, The Wheel on endless Reincarnation
The Big I, the only conciousness in the universe, the real you (and me lol)

The public only wakes up at the end.
“Know that this universe is nothing but a dream bluff of nature to test your consciousness of immortality.” - Paramahansa Yogananda
I will not sit here and lie to you that I know what is to come in the future. I can research and pose educated hypotheses', but I do not know what the future holds.
I'm writing this today because the most important thing is knowledge, wisdom, and information, and not only is it not easily available, but is inside and belonging to each of us by birthright.
https://preview.redd.it/yatk3gw6u20d1.png?width=480&format=png&auto=webp&s=7a28a7c01432f4c0581cc0618c6f49ce654db9b6
There is always someone who knows more than me, so please comment and add anything. There may be a time with no Reddit, a completely censored or no internet and people fully have to rely on their own wisdom and personal knowledge.
Before we get into this,
We all have to understand that our senses can pick up such little available sound and light frequencies that we are basically blind.
The greatest psyop of all history has been the programming of human beings to worship the material world semicolon and hence the erected prison of our left rational mind.
https://preview.redd.it/7ibs0n09u20d1.png?width=563&format=png&auto=webp&s=5ec1d39c8a5b171932260892950568b586e93a01
What truly is 'rational' in this world, is pretty ignorant and arrogant once you research ancient civilizations, religions, magic, history Etc.
This has been the ultimate goal of the controllers and rulers of our reality:
To sever our connection with our true nature, and our true identity; a reflection of God. Made up of the substance of God, given the mind of God, to experience God... to remember oneself as god...to ascend and go back to godhead.
The rulers of this reality worship Saturn, form, the material world, and the cold, dark forces that make up our existence. There is a reason why the Black Cube is represented in many different countries with massive sculptures; as well as the largest investment firm in the world being called BlackRock. In Mecca, Muslims walk around a massive black Cube and Jews put a black Cube on their forehead during prayers. The Black Cube represents what we find ourselves in. We are the Black Cube and we find ourselves inside of the black cube. Form.
https://preview.redd.it/w135m26cu20d1.png?width=1051&format=png&auto=webp&s=935aa3c562338e28cac4de4314698bb6975fb957
https://preview.redd.it/8rvu6oycu20d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=c9bb70007f02b0b43b098e3c1897a6a2316e7468

If you don't read anything in this writing, simply read this:

Every ancient religion, society, prophet, civilization etc, desperately is trying to tell you that you are not this body, but you are the observer, immortal awareness.
The greatest illusion cast on to man is the illusion of separation. Your skin doesn't separate you from reality but is the bridge to it. Everything is truly a projection of the mind, and once you realize your senses are so lacking, you basically do live in a literal holographic electrical reality.
Every prophet and religion when not mistranslated is telling you to identify and remember your true nature, that you are love, unity, and the universe itself (God).
https://preview.redd.it/75stedneu20d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=64fea086721fd8a34d5e46106c805ea01e8cd23e
To ascend this three-dimensional realm and reincarnation (ascend the black cube) become the cross, become crucified, and raise your consciousness past Duality and polarity; to Unity and the godhead reality. The kingdom of Heaven is within.
"Be In The World, Not of This World"
https://preview.redd.it/zv1p3j8gu20d1.png?width=508&format=png&auto=webp&s=fa73fcec4ff272d46267bb2be7c409a510002909

ANCIENT CREATION STORY (Eagle vs. Serpent)

Satan and the Serpent
The oldest recorded creation stories can be traced back to ancient Sumer. The cuneiform tablets show the true story, the same story that is mirrored and varied in every other society and religion.
The Sumerian cuneiform tablets say that the Sky gods came to Earth to create a race of worker slaves. They use in-vitro fertilization using the DNA of the already existing primate to create a hybrid between themselves and our ancestors. The stories speak about Sky gods falling from the Heavens to Earth. Does this mean the avatars of the seven planets, or avatars of higher astral beings, or angels descending through the firmament, or aliens coming from another star system... I don't know. But all of the stories represent the characters being the same and in a reptilian humanoid form (shapeshifting).
Ninmah, Mami (Where we get Mother)

Enlil (Satan, Saturn, Kumarabi, Amun-Ra, Zeus, YHWH, etc.)

Enlil, the god of the storm, the prince of the air, and the god of the sky are represented in many different cultures as Zeus, Kumarabi, Amun-ra, Saturn, and many more. They're all representations of Satan or Saturn, the dark force in the universe and form and the material world. Yahweh in the Bible is Enlil. A wrathful deity who sees Humanity as no more than slaves and wishes to bring Humanity to degeneracy and the destruction of humanity. Originally during the creation of humans, he did not want to give Humanity intelligence and wanted to keep them toiling as worker slaves. Famously you can see this in the Mistranslated Adam and Eve serpent story where God tells Adam and Eve not to eat the apple of the Gods (Knowledge of the gods.)
Enlil (Lord of The Sky, Lord of The Storm [Yaweh, Satan])
In fact, it is said that Yahweh enacted many famines upon the people of the day as well as ordered the rapes and pillaging of many different cities. He created Wars and ultimately he did not warn Humanity of a coming flood as he wished to see them all wiped out.

Enki (Thoth, Enoch, Prometheus, Quetzalcoatl, Odin, etc)

^\Yahshua {Maybe} "I and the father are one"]))
Enki, or "The lord of the Earth", is the mediator between humans and the true loving God.
Yes, Enki's the 'serpent' in the Garden of Eden. He is the one who went behind the back of Enlil to give Humanity the knowledge of the gods. In fact, in many ancient texts, it is said that humans are more enlightened than their rulers as Enkis really created the perfect creation. Enki falls in love with his creation and sees himself in humanity. He is the one who warns Noah or Utinapishnu to save his family and animals from the flood.
In ancient times the serpent represented Enlightenment and wisdom. The serpent can be traced back to the Hebrew term Nahash, which means shining and is a reference to the oil or Kundalini energy rising up the spine.
Kundalini energy, the oil or energy coiled in man. When raised allows him to realize god.
Moses lifting the serpent just as man should be lifted (god realization)
Briefly one can view our reality as an ancient battle between a force trying to lead us to degeneracy and slavery and another force who sees us as himself and is trying to lead us to reach our Highest Potential and Escape the Black Cube.
Enki or the energy of "The Lord of The Earth" can be traced to many different cultures and be seen by many incarnations such as Thoth, Enoch, Odin, Prometheus, etc.
Many of these cults of the serpent went on to become secret societies and this is where I believe they start to label Enki as Lucifer. I do not understand how the elites and other societies see Enki's actions as anything other than akin to Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Muhammad, and all the Prophets... But I guess there's something I'm missing.

Cyclical Cataclysms, Global resets and Our lost (Hidden) History

https://preview.redd.it/wrq8u801v20d1.png?width=800&format=png&auto=webp&s=405667d018b8d17823da4e18232b03f827e34608
I've read in many different places that there was the insanely advanced Society of Atlantis that began to fall as dark occultists and magicians began to hijack the society and Lead it into debauchery. Whether the cataclysm that ended Atlantis was created from a black Magic Ritual or from a supernatural external event, Atlantis was destroyed. In the Sumerian Kings list when the Kings descend from the heavens again I believe this is after that. I’d equate this to either 11,000 years ago or 6,000 years ago. The problem with time frames is the Roman Empire probably added thousands of years to Its supposed rain and messes up a lot of the chronology of our timeline.
One of the biggest lies we have as a society is that we came from apes (and not genetic hybrids of our past homo sapiens). That we are from this material world and we are just on a long journey of evolution. Humanity did not evolve from Africa and spread over the world through land bridges.
Every single Society has the same creation story, the same architecture, and the same iconography and names. The same creation stories and flood myths permeate all throughout the world, even the fact that the same Rock reliefs and sculptures can be found literally in societies that supposedly never knew each other.
By now most people are probably familiar with the topic of Tartaria. Tartaria probably being a misnomer for the true name of the ancient civilization who inhabited the planet before the Satanic conquest of the world. I've researched that a cataclysm probably happened a few hundred years ago that completely reset the world. anyone who can completely tell you what happened in our past is completely lying. There have been so many mistranslations, manipulations, and flat-out Lies by our controllers it is challenging to piece together the truth.
The same arcticture all over the world.
What is obvious though is that the empty City pictures of the 1800s and the gargantuan churches and buildings (built by people with dirt roads and horses lol) that look like they had been covered in a mud flood are far older than we have been led to know.
Past technology is being hoarded and we are all truly being extorted by controllers who wish to rid us of all of our spiritual energy and financial capital. Ancient cathedrals in the past knew how to harness the electromagnetic frequency in the atmosphere to create a healing energy and frequency inside. Basically a massive healing center. There have been inventions where you sit in a chair and hydrotherapy can fix many of your ailments. Hell, if you even look at many of the past World Fairs there is so much electricity it is obvious that we knew and understood electricity a lot earlier than we can remember.
\"Tartarian\" Technology
I'm trying to make this as brief as possible but people must realize that our history is a complete lie trying to manipulate you to have a false identity and a false perception of reality.
The world today is run by a certain 'ethnicity' (which is also my own) that has stolen most of their own teachings and knowledge from the rest of the world, then changed history, so they may seem more ancient and more advanced than they truly are. But you can see who they truly worship by the symbolism on their flag. A hexagram is the 2D form of a 3D cube. In other words, the people whose holy day is on Saturday are the ones who worship Saturn. Now you can see how the Muslim religion and Catholicism with its worship of Yahweh has been hijacked as well.
https://preview.redd.it/d0c9ks6bv20d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=e1d86b136ed19450e5cd70d1691002ce528e7bdd
After the most recent cataclysm is when the hijacking of the current world began. The Catholic Jesuits, the wealthy Phoenician families, the Freemasons, the Skull and Bones, the illuminated ones, and the Cult of Saturn worshipers (Cult of Baal [Cabal]) took over the world, burned and destroyed much of our ancient artifacts, and history and then changed up our entire chronology so we would believe their false chronology and adopt their forced self-identity that they have clouded our perception.
The ancient black Hebrews who inhabited the Americas have had their deep knowledge of the universe raped and pillaged from them and they've basically been exterminated. You walk into any African-American Museum and it starts with slavery, when in all actuality California is named after a black Warrior Queen named Califia.
https://preview.redd.it/5rr4fw1dv20d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=ef7bc49fcb0d268c00aa79f514740139c5befc00
Many other societies and cultures have fallen into the void of history as they have had their histories and cultures stolen and manipulated. The ancient Irish, where you can trace many of the earliest versions of the Bible have had their total history erased. We're currently watching a genocide take place where the descendants of European Jews are killing the actual semites and then turning around and calling everyone anti-Semitic... this has been going on for a while.

Plans For The Future

The Tower of Babel allegory might be the closest to relating to our time today. It seems that the masses are mostly asleep, but there is a growing large number of people who understand the truth of reality and are trying to share it with others. Our controllers and the god they serve want the exact opposite of this.
They guard this occult knowledge and keep the masses in a thought perception of slavery and confusion, all to create a false sense of scarcity and ravage the Earth of her Bountiful resources. They hide different forms of energy such as hydrogen, and the electromagnetic frequency that permeates throughout the Earth's ether, to push toxic Industries such as oil and other fossil fuels. They spray us with metals that cause health and mental problems, putting fluoride and other metals such as aluminum in our water source. Most of our food is filled with fake preservatives and microplastics, and our health and educational systems both make the individual much sicker than they do heal and grow.
The eagle, Satan truly is the leader of this false world. everything in our reality now has been totally corrupted And now siphons the life force out of basically everything.
We slaughter animals like they're nothing, we throw every single human being we can into a metal box like it's nothing, Our children are now being sexualized and pedophilia is becoming normalized to the point. Children have their gender identity totally confused because Black Rock wants to make more money pumping ESG through companies.
To even the minimally aware, they easily can see the devil in the world everywhere they turn. The world is not based upon truth, honesty, and love, it's based on scarcity, ego, and the worship of form and death. All Illusions in their grandest sense.
And this is what our ancients knew, all throughout the world they understood this deeply. they passed it on to their children. They lived close to Source during their daily life.
The goal of the Elites, AND the god they serve is to return man to the form which they see fit, a worker slave toiling in degeneracy and ignorance. With this realization, the whole world is easily understood. (And outgrown.)
The amount of technology that is being withheld from us is truly mind-boggling. They most likely already have reverse-engineered UFOs and an alternate free energy source. (Nikola Tesla lol)
We've already been infected with nanobots, whether you took the vaccine or not; they have direct energy weapons that can burn down whole cities. They can make earthquakes, hurricanes, and tornadoes whenever they please. They make bioweapons through vaccines and diseases that they spread to the populations for money. They wish to create a one-world currency, a digital CBDC, so they can really make the world into a prison planet.
They can produce a fake alien invasion, or they could maybe even create a dark ritual and enact a cataclysm that can be seen throughout our history (ie floods, electromagnetic storms, fires, asteroids etc). The elites have been planning and guiding the world to their ultimate plan, I would not be surprised if they cause a giant reset to thwart our Awakening.
Their ultimate goal is to microchip everyone so they can see and control all of their thoughts and biometrics. To fully return you to a slave and keep you trapped inside the material world.
They basically tell you everything and program you to accept and manifest the reality that they are trying to create. Do not give them the power to do so. Do not consent to this reality they are trying to make. A reality of cyber attacks, pandemics, food shortages, world wars, political unrest, instability, violent race relations etc etc.
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This may sound weird but truly there is nothing to fear. Once you realize that you are not the body, and are immortal awareness there's nowhere to go. There's nothing to lose, there's nothing to gain.
Everything is an illusion in this world. This life shouldn't be this hard but it is. It shouldn't be this hard to stay healthy, gain knowledge, and grow, but it is.
Just don't lose hope or let the demiurge, satan forces win.
You are a creator god, a being of light, a being of unity and love. Once you deeply understand that is your true identity you can never unlearn it.
I know in the deepest part of my soul that the creative loving force of the universe is much stronger than the destructive force, and this is weird to say but truly in the biggest reality, we are all the same being experiencing itself and this place doesn't even "matter". But this place does matter, because we are all experiencing it, and I don't think any religion or Society or prophecy ends with Satan winning.
You are more powerful than you think. You control your reality, you control what you experience. Don't let this Demiurge AI-like reality corrupt you and bring you down to this dense false reality. Learn as much as you can, become as wise as you can, and realize that you have the power to create and do anything in your own life.

The Controllers and El-ites are Scared of YOU, not the Other way Around. You are more Enlightened than the Rulers.

Truly nothing new is under the sun.
The goal of this life is to realize your truth, gain liberation and never come back to this shit show again. I love you, and see you as myself. I hope we can reach the highest point we possibly can. Be safe.
“People of this world are deluded. They’re always longing for something-always, in a word, seeking. But the wise wake up. They choose reason over custom. They fix their minds on the sublime and let their bodies change with the seasons. All phenomena are empty. They contain nothing worth desiring.”-Bodhidharma
Samsara, The Wheel on endless Reincarnation
The Big I, the only conciousness in the universe, the real you (and me lol)

I just ran my wiring harness to my board but the labeling does not match of the voron wiring diagram for Spider Board
I’m left with GD - Ground 24v - 24v line H0 - hotend heater 0
I have nothing hooked up to my extruder heater post yet which I assume these in some configuration go to.
Also for the XY end stop PCB the wiring on the connectors are in a different pin then the voron wiring guide and it doesn’t say which is x and which is y just 4 colors