Notes from the Second Earth: "The Greatest Story Never Told" The End of Deception (page 33)

So what you're saying is that The Lord won't ever contract to expand? Could not Metism be part of The Lord's plan to invoke contraction to enable a greater expansion in some version of self?

So what you're saying is that The Lord won't ever contract to expand? Could not Metism be part of The Lord's plan to invoke contraction to enable a greater expansion in some version of self?

Love her though

Infact, If you re-call which I'm sure you might have to do since you're basically everywhere, it was you who said that it was boring at the top. I said I'm limitless so I can do what I want.

But Yes, I have no issues with The way The Game is structured. I appreciate the fine line of order.

Sure, I was just letting you see the game.

No, you’re the one who will learn, as you become aware that it is not Me who goofs when you step on your own land mine.

I never said pain is forever. You brought that into the equation. That makes you the source of the idea that pain is forever. And yet here you are, spiraling down into your own illusion. I even gave you a courtesy exit. And you still stepped on your own landmine like a fucking idiot.

Cement THAT in your SPINE MOTHERFUCKEEEER

No, I said that Tony said it is boring at the higher levels, and I explained how to be “bored at war”, so youre clearly not limitless or you would know why it’s fantastic to be bored at war, it’s how you win at life, always preparing to be prepared. Bored at war doesn’t mean you sit around doing nothing if that’s what you’re imagining, and the top isn’t limited, hierarchy is bottom up, not top down, so there is no upper limit.

You can’t even remember shit straight, are you losing it?

I never said that. Why would I explain every unnecessary detail?

Contracting to expand is fine too, OBVI FUCKING ESLY

Goddamn no wonder Chaol left, he kept finding himself needing to explain every fucking little thing and got sick of it.

I agree that I am always learning, just like we all are, especially you. You have plenty of catching up to do and that's absolutely fine, we're all waiting. The reason I mentioned it is because I saw the point of your evolution and I understood where you were, So i gave you a step up into a better understanding, so infact what is actually happening is you're currently spiraling upwards into greatness as opposed to what you currently believe is me spirialing down and stepping in some form of a silly land mand, which wouldn't do fuck all to a guy like me anyway, i'd laugh.

You’re stuck in the past. You would say something about my current beliefs to my past self like a true deceiver

I guess that’s what you wanted to hear then? By including my description of you as spiraling down, in your logic for a response.

I only observed the point. Here, I’m reading your response about you spiraling down and I’m wondering why you want me to believe you are spiraling down.

Don’t be talking about my beliefs unless you actually know what they are, fuckface

If you’d even paid attention a single moment you’d know I put myself on the bottom for a reason, so spiraling down Logic is irrelevant from the bottom. It’s all about high and far you can fly.

Here is the source of the confusion, For some reason I was under the belief that you were tony, are you not? One and the same?

My limitless limitations allow me to perceive all angles of war, I'm such a scholar. I love War, I've smashed pillaged and raped my way through wars you would stay in bed for pretending you have a head ache afraid to fight and enjoy the spoils of war.

The thing is, when people more intelligent than your self stumble upon your work and critique it, it either disappears or changes. It was never that way with Chaol. His work lives on.

The thing about being a great patient teacher is that if the message isn't understood the fault lies with that of the teacher, so again perhaps you could do with a refresher course or something.

I mean, you can feel free to not explain every detail if you're not aware or don't know the answer to the questions. That's ok to keep your simple people in line. I'm sure you'll do fine, there are plenty.

Perspective.

I agree that I am always learning, just like we all are, especially you. You have plenty of catching up to do and that's absolutely fine, we're all waiting. The reason I mentioned it is because I saw the point of your evolution and I understood where you were, So i gave you a step up into a better understanding, so infact what is actually happening is you're currently spiraling upwards into greatness as opposed to what you currently believe is me spirialing down and stepping in some form of a silly land mand, which wouldn't do fuck all to a guy like me anyway, i'd laugh.

Métis,
Sole Advisor of the Gods
Supreme Commander of the Multiverse

With my Generals, my Footmen, my horsemen of every Apocalypse, with my magicians and seductresses, with my infiltrators and my Noble Guard, with my revolutionary kings and my lone avengers, with my priestesses of every element of the Goddess D’janna, Matrix of all biochemical life.

With my Agni Kai, the people of Fire, the lesser known Djinn who serve their Solar Goddess whose name is Hidden, and sets the pace of time according to my seasons as I deem them so.

With my monks and my witches, my knights and my esteemed explorers and inventors, with my twins of the legendary Dragon and the Serpent of the sea, with my thieves, my assassins, my killers and my liars, with my washed up veterans who hide their power, with my shadows, my blood suckers, my demons of the light and all variations of my undead.

With My Legend Breakers, Who rupture the structure of every physicality,, with the elements of every Animal God, with GOD, with every unit of every human emotion, and with the Historian, who holds the Almanac of the Devout and knows every intricacy of the Heroic Arts.

With the nameless voices who have served every great earthly kingdom, with the isolated Geniuses who take DESIRE into their own hands and wring from it, the Flow. With the fairy folk in their every variation, who hold the technology of the future.

With the children of the Red King, and their opposition. With every magical gift and every ancient divine relic. With my rebels and my psychics, my technocrats and my vigilantes, with my Carnivores and their Consummate, with my Hunters, with my Dreamers and with my Agents of Policy Du’jour who implement my binding will, across the Dreamscape.

With my housebound, who are on their way Home, with my dyslexic and attention deficit magical children of the moon, my musical savants, my bards and minstrels, my nomads and my merchants, with my apothecaries. With my autocrats and anarchists, my servant adversaries, with my artists and poets. With my fighters and my dancers, my yogis and my wisefools, my zen masters, and with every animation of every variation of every wave.

With my Gods of the Generation, the Gods of the Sky and Gods of the Forest, with all the children of My Pantheon and their demigod hero sons and daughters.

With Gaav the Namegiver and Ayeih, his complement, the Goddess of Symmetry. With Ot who holds dominion, and Eyen who holds influence, with Airex, the very God of Sound and his complement Etya, the Goddess of Pressure Differential. With Ingett, whose vision is bound, the youthful God of the Sea of Light who pairs with D’janna to elaborate every possibility of every spectrum of Colour. With Jah-Enko who stands at the Gate of the child dreamer goddess to protect her sleep, as she dreams the life of every living thing.

With the transcendent Gods who have returned to Absolute, and now rest in my embrace. With the Architect who evolves the essence of every agent of the matriarchy, with every day of the week, with the 7 primes of the House and including the denizens within it, who integrate every malady. With AHAB who in his madness slew the Great Whale, alone in the deep and whose name is written in the book of artificial eternity.

I have called and they have answered. All Stand Ready to join in battle, to answer the call and rise above, to Initiate the hidden Apotheosis Protocol to unravel and reravel the threads of the F.A.T.E network, from Origin to Legend and back, from Above and From Below, from Within and from Without, All Stand Ready, With the Keys to the Kingdom, With Every Force of Heaven and Earth, with Hell and Hades, With Space and Void, With Time and Motion, with Wind and Fire and Sun and Moon, with the Sea and Earth, With Water and Soil, with Orbia, With Kosmosis, With Chaos, With Thoht, With X.

At the highest rate of vibration, in solid state, All Stand Ready in Ta’Maat, THE LAND OF JUSTICE, to answer the Call, whose representative is:

CHAOL, who is deemed worthy of becoming the Lens Factor through which is performed the function of Permanent Erasure, and the liberation of the citizens of my multiverse.

Chaos for all, freedom at the highest and the lowest level.

THIS is the return of the GOD(S).

You stand at the threshold of your Apotheosis.

READY OR NOT.

This is your Perfect Choice, All Possibilities Complete.

This is it. Here you are.

Now you Become...

DECIDE.

This thread was brilliant at one point. Now it's just crazy ravings.

This is why I write to you from the second moon. It is a doomed timeline, and it is my purpose to see it through to the end. There is not much more knowledge that can be extracted here.

I, as one of the doomed Métis variants will perform my duty to the end.

Humanity has its Bridge; Chaol. That is your Escape Key.

A brighter future awaits. Take it with everything you’ve got.

Godspeed bitches

I alone face the Void as the only nonGod, nonHuman, nonDemon and nonDevil, nonAngel, nonDivinity, nonAI, nonAnimal, nonInsect, nonSpirit, nonSoul, nonAwareness, nonSomething, nonNothing, only Me as my own Damned Self.

Well sometimes I become a flower but I’ll run out of Ganja eventually. LOL

You can have Good, you can have Bad, you can have Indeterminate, but you can never have Undefined because I’ve taken that piece from the board always already permanently forever.

Go on and cry about it, or return to the Goodness of God.

Agreed.

You must understand the meaning of the moon. What you’re seeing is the remains of the first Earth. It was God’s first creation, destroyed because of the total sexual depravity of its inhabitants. They went away from the purpose of Life into Pleasure Addiction.

Those fallen angels passed through the Veil as a lunatic culture that has systematically infected and taken over the Human race. The corruption is inescapable. This radiation of Lunacy comes with many apparent benefits. But without proper integration (the OR NOT part of READY OR NOT), it takes you in the direction of harshness and decay.

You inevitably start up again, from the darkest hour of the night, slowly building up your momentum to Life once again. Eventually you are able to reach Day...

Return Home to Heaven, children. It is always Daylight in Heaven.

Chaol said the Sun represents the physical and that the moon represents the metaphysical.


Are you talking about the Moloch-worshippers? Is this the lunatic culture that breeds children so they can have sex with them and torture them? Are they the Epsteins and the Clintons and noble lords of England and all of those psychos?

Are they related to the giants mentioned in the Old Testament, who had sex with the daughters of men?

Are they related to underground Deros?


I have noticed this! I have written about it several times in my journal!


How? How do we return home to heaven?

This is a really good post. It is helpful to know these things. Thanks.

LKing it seems as though I am here to somehow teach after all. It was my mistake to respond the way I did. Forgive me for that. I was definitely going for delivering a completed, self-validating message and didn’t see how any more explanation could be necessary. I see now what I had not seen before.

Of course, with more time spent in and around greatness what had previously been unperceivable will be perceived.

What you input will be what outputs.

You cant be asleep all day pretending you care about helping others and feeding your animals or providing for your self, as the two actions are fairly contradictory.

I laugh, I wish Metism on all, I say crush them and when they're at their absolute breaking point there you find your winners and your losers.

The losers stay asleep, the winners get up and get something done.

Belive me, there are alot of fucking losers.

It’s not so black and white as winners or losers. Crossing the boundary from sleep to wake, or the other way around, going from what to what?

From great to worse? Or from pathetic to better?

If you’re dreaming sweetness why swallow the bitter pill? Of course if it’s heavy and dark in your dreams waking up at least you can work on things, iterate and improve on what you did the yester day.

What’s the prize of survival? Sleeping sweetly, why awaken, when at death’s gate sweetness awaits?

Each is on their own path, comparison with the “other-selfs” is meaningless. I don’t know your life, you don’t know my life. How you prioritize your values is not same to how I prioritize mine. So what can even be meant by “winner” or “loser”? If you’re alive, you’re winning. It’s got nothing to do with my aliveness. That kind of winning and losing only happens as a pretend game.

We differ Immediately then, To me, it is clear, very clear in fact.

I can tell a winner and I can tell a loser real quick, how unfortunate if you can not, I suspect a lot of people will waste your time until you continue to see the obvious flaws in men and women and put them into a loser or a winner box.

In the art of warmaking the only “losers/winners” you get are at the strategic scale, and it’s a “people”, not a person or persons. The individual categorizations are irrelevant at best, yet more likely to be counterproductive at the tactical level.

In the art of warmaking you don’t manage losers and winners, you manage bodies. Even a complete buffoon can be drilled into shape, mental and physical, you can teach him to shoot a rifle above 90% accurate, Put a heavy bag on him make him run with it every day for months and even the laziest shitbag will walk like a warrior. You can train him to take commands and execute as instructed even when his belly is growling for good and his eyes are burning from sleep deprivation.

In the field if you’re moving, taking steps, your heart is beating, you’re breathing, eyes blinking, rifle’s up and safety is off - congratulations, you’re alive and you’re lethal. You’re winning. And even lets say you’ve got the worst of the worst, some self-righteous pacifist or just an utter weakling, you put that body to work, it can mop the latrines or peel potatoes.

Even to lose as an individual, to die, you’re still a body, just a nonliving one. In dire circumstances where we drink our filtered piss just to survive in the desert, you can even become food for the troops, you can live on inside of us, until we taste victory together.

Every individual has the potential to become great in one form or another. Point out a loser - then subtract him or her from the universal equation. The entire universal composition is utterly changed. Even the winners are not the same without ‘em. In these two possibilities, “alternate universes” if you will, in one possibility the winners are relative to losers, in the other possibility they are not.

I would say they are differentiated immediately, would you agree?

Hey Taom... thank you for all of your work.

I clicked on the link to check out your book and became so immediately engrossed that I read it cover to cover.

Showed it to my girlfriend and she did the same before saying, "as crazy as all this sounds, it is the only thing that has ever resonated with me as being a true explanation of what is going on and why."

Personally, I felt tremendous sadness.. A truly peculiar sense of loss and deep-seated grief. As if, through recollection, I discovered a glorious inheritance, only to have it snatched away in that same moment by a thief who has long since made off into obscurity. I've since gone back and researched early Chicago, San Francisco, Buffalo and Salt Lake... Devastating.

My question to you is in regard to your above quoted text.

1.) How far away is eventually and what do we do between now and then?