The Tell-Tale Heart

You know the Queen of Hearts
Is always your best bet

"Desperado", Eagles (1973)

We have now reached the final chapter in our exploration of the matrix loop — a journey that is, of course, far from exhaustive. With the Archons' favourite celebration just ten days away, we are invited to slow down, truly listen, and protect our energy by setting healthy boundaries. This is, essentially, the message delivered this month by the Queen of Hearts — an archetype of feminine intuition and embodiment of creative energy.

Sense and Sensibility

As you probably know, each face card in French card decks has a unique name inscribed in its corner, the origin and meaning of which, according to Wikipedia, are ‘uncertain’. The Queen of Hearts is therefore called Judith, probably in reference to the eponymous biblical figure who went to the enemy camp of Israel to seduce and behead the general of their armies, and bring back his head as a trophy.

It’s a far cry from the kindness and compassion this card is meant to embody — yet a perfect match for the Red Queen in Alice in Wonderland (named Iracebeth in Tim Burton's film adaptation)  —  a hysterical, castrating figure whose leitmotiv is, precisely, to chop off heads.

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The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. 'Off with his head!' she said, without even looking round.

Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll (1869)

Certainly, the Queen of Hearts' reasons defy her own reason itself. Her untimely cries of ‘Off with their head!’ come straight from an untamed heart (soul) disconnected from its knight (spirit), solely responding to the emotional prompting of the matrix without discernment, and ultimately losing her head in the truest sense of the word. She thus becomes a tyrannical hag, a cruel and inverted caricature of the Sophianic feminine principle so hated by her pseudo-creator.

The Red and the Black

Passion Red versus Rational Black: in the Grand Demiurgic Game, these two colours interact as positive versus negative polarities. The colour red represents emotions (loosh), but above all blood (memories). The colour black stands for death and the absence of light (information) —  in other words, the disconnection from the Spirit.

In astrology, red is associated with Mars (momentum, impulse) and black with Saturn (restraint, inertia). In cartomancy and tarot readings, red suits represent emotional (water/hearts/cups) and material  (earth/diamonds/pentacles) density, while black suits embody mental (air/spades/swords) and spiritual (fire/clubs/wands) planes,  illusions of power and elevation.

The fake alchemy of the matrix is designed to make us believe these two poles are well balanced. Whereas, in reality, they are being pitted against each other: emotions versus reason, matter versus spirit, heart versus head. And in the midst of this colourful duel is the heart — both the stake, the instrument, and the battlefield.

Heartsnatcher

Behind its luminous facade, the heart is one of the most ambivalent symbols in the matrix. It embodies warmth, life and compassion — and is also the primary conduit for the emotional currents that fuel the system. The heart is an interface: a centre of resonance, memory and manipulation.

We were taught to idealise it, to make it the throne of our virtues, the seat of the soul or the gateway to the divine. But this imagery conceals a much more subtle mechanism of capture. For everything that moves or disturbs us, everything that stirs the ‘heart’ sends out an emotional wave — and that wave can be harvested.

Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind

"Heart of Glass", Blondie (1978)

Behind its most religious representations — a flaming heart, pierced or crowned with thorns — lies the same process of enslavement: subjugating humans through emotion, convincing them that suffering for love is noble, then extracting energy from their devotion and willing sacrifice.

Thus, the exhortation to ‘open one's heart’ is not innocent. In an inverted world, such invitations become protocols for energetic consent: opening one's heart (soul, memory) also means opening the door to everything that wishes to infiltrate it. Entities from the astral plane (or their human relays) can do nothing without this tacit consent. Their strategy of predation relies on seduction, pity, compassion: all emotions originating from the heart, and which they know so well how to mimic.

Under the guise of benevolence, modern spirituality perpetuates this blissful openness: it deludes people into believing in an expansion of consciousness, when in fact it is merely a dissolution of discernment. The heart, then, no longer serves as a seat of life, but rather as a point of access.

The real trick is not to open up, but to create the conditions for mutual respect — the kind that recognises without enslaving, that perceives without allowing itself to be drained.

Castle in the Air

The heart cracks, the mirror shatters: illusions are reflected in the stained glass windows of the matrix castle. The promise of kingdoms — external, magnificent — has always been used to distract us from the only throne that matters: that of embodied consciousness. Every tale, every legend, every dream of a crown rests upon the same spell: to make us believe that sovereignty is to be conquered externally, when in fact it can only be found within.

I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be

"Castle of Glass", Linkin Park (2012)

Fairy tales are not just stories for children: they are manuals for reverse enchantment. They teach us that sovereignty is to be gained through love, suffering or virtue, that one must ‘earn one's crown’ through a series of initiation tests that always follow the same pattern: denying self for recognition by others. All of these are subjugation programmes subtly cloaked in morality.

The castle, symbol of security and accomplishment, is often nothing more than a fortress of glass — a spiritual ego masquerading as an inner kingdom. Its ramparts are not guarded by peace but fear: fear of losing, fear of being alone, fear of being nothing without the reflections of the world.  The Red Queen still reigns, under more modern guises: influence, validation, reputation. We continue to sacrifice our heads for an illusory throne.

Meanwhile fairies give out their conditional blessings: beauty, talent, charisma, intuition, fame. But in fairy tales as in the matrix, nothing is offered without something in return. Every ‘gift’ calls for a debt. The supposed white light magic often amounts to nothing more than a covert energy pact, an invisible chain tacitly signed.

The Return of the King

True sovereignty can neither be conquered nor received. It’s found in the silence before every choice, in the lucidity that cuts through false pacts, in the verticality that renders any external authority obsolete. To be sovereign is not to rule over others, but to stop serving any alien kingdom.

I am sovereign,
Breaking my chains
Away from the Matrix
And its fake world

"Âme mnésique", la Pensine Mutine (2025)

Sovereignty is neither a title nor a crown: it is a state of quiet lucidity, that of a heart reconciled with the spirit, which no longer needs to be open in order to radiate.

When the heart regains its natural authority, the game collapses on its own. Ultimately, the final task is no task at all — it’s simply a return to self.

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The Hidden Mechanism Behind Positive Thinking

Have you ever noticed how, in this world, everything works in opposites? Day and night. Good and evil. Positive and negative. Just like alternating current, everything here flows between a positive and a negative pole. The matrix feeds on this constant oscillation of our emotions, beliefs, and reactions. 

So, we are taught to think "positive"; to replace fear with uplifting affirmations; to dispel dark thoughts so as to feel better. Yet, positive thinking does not free us in any way. It merely reverses the polarity while retaining the same circuit. The direction is reversed, but the current still flows.

So we may think we are ascending, whereas in reality, we are still spinning the same wheel of the system. And as long as we hold a charge, whether positive or negative, the wheel will keep turning.

So yes, we may sometimes get what we want: more money, a house, a romantic partner, a trip… But it never lasts. Because whatever is gained through one polarity always ends up being counterbalanced by the other. This is called the pendulum effect. The stronger the pull, the harder the return. It's mechanical.

Let's use an analogy: think of a mouse. The mouse knows it has predators: cats, birds of prey, snakes, sometimes even humans. Would its life be better if it practised positive thinking? If it said to itself: "Everything will be fine, I'm protected, no predator will spot me today!" Of course not. And if it lived in constant fear, it would die of exhaustion before any predator even came near.

The mouse does not think. It observes. It acts according to what is. It doesn't try to save the other mice. Nor does it rely on the other mice to save it. It simply does its best not to get caught. It is neither positive nor negative. It is just lucid. And this lucidity is the guarantee of its survival.

It's the same for us. Observe without judging, notice without adding emotion, this is what we might call conscious neutrality. Because as soon as we label an event as good or bad, we charge it with energy. And this energy feeds the field around us. The world then responds to what we vibrate, not what we want.

As the famous double-slit experiment shows: as long as no observation is made, all possibilities exist. But as soon as we observe, focus, hope or fear, a single reality crystallises — the one we have fed with our attention.

So no, positive thinking does not make life better. It only gives the illusion of controlling the current. But the current remains the same. Genuine freedom is stepping out of the circuit. Stop trying to change the world. Instead, focus on changing yourself. Because the only field we really have control over is our own.

When you stop fuelling polarities, the current stops flowing — for you. And when it does, the system loses your energy. And that is where true vibrational freedom begins.

Develop your lucidity. Believe nothing, observe everything. Balance is not found between polarities... it begins where polarity ends.

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Coffee Break

A new variation on my gluten-free vegan cheesecake with an irresistible taste of tiramisu and want-more. 

Ingredients

Serves 8:

Crust

- 88 g almonds
- 36 g raisins
- 74 g pitted dates

Filling

- 225 g cashews
- 100 ml water
- 8.3 g of ground coffee
- 60 g coconut oil
- 1 pinch salt
- 2 tbsp agave syrup
- ¼ tsp vanilla powder

Topping

- 50 g dark chocolate

Instructions

Soak dates in hot water for about 10 minutes to soften them up. Drain and process with remaining crust ingredients to a lumpy texture and press onto the bottom of a 18-centimetre diameter spring-form pan. Chill in the freezer while you're making the filling.

Prepare strong coffee in a percolator, following the recommended dosage. Allow to cool.

Mix cashews, coconut oil, salt, vanilla and agave syrup, adding coffee progressively while processing to a thick smooth dough. Spread over base, tapping the mould to remove any trapped air bubbles, and then smoothen top with a spatula. Freeze for 1 or 2 more hours, then remove from mould.

Coarsely grate chocolate and sprinkle it over the top of the cake. Return to freezer for 15 minutes to allow the topping to harden. 

NOTE: You may enjoy this as a frozen dessert. In this case, remove it from the freezer 30 minutes before serving. 

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The Call of the Real

The Real is not reached by adding meaning, but by letting the dream die.

If you've been following my work, you might have noticed a gradual decrease in translated materials, as well as the removal of some older articles. Since supraconsciousness clicked in, at the end of 2024 (and after a brief period of uncertainty), I've found it impossible to continue relaying concepts that I no longer endorse.

I therefore initiated a major purge of both original and translated posts (in spite of the countless hours of work involved), whenever these contents conveyed overtly astral concepts or beliefs that I now know to be erroneous.

I haven't embraced any movement, belief or doctrine. All that is behind me now. I have always carried this knowing with me — despite the many layers of matrix lock and its many attempts to erase it. It was never lost: it is re-emerging. 

My approach is not about replacing anything, but refocusing: eliminating noise and keeping what's relevant. It's not a matter of denial nor an impulsive gesture, but a clear-headed and well-aligned decision: I refuse to contribute, even indirectly, to the matrix confusion.

However, that doesn't mean everything has become irrelevant. Many articles (even though they may contain inaccuracies or perspectives that are now obsolete) will remain online as markers of my journey, rather than reflections of my current position. They add to the transparency of the process: one does not emerge from a supraconscious activation unscathed, nor unchanged.

If you come across any material dated before late 2024, bear in mind that it reflects an earlier understanding — useful for grasping my progression, but no longer aligned with my current inner axis.

The road ahead will be simpler, clearer,  and more authentic. I shall continue to publish what resonates, and remove what no longer does, all in peace and without any sense of loss. The path is carved out by moving forward — not by piling up discarded layers.

Thank you for being here, really.

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Behind the Scenes of the Music Industry

Coco Sian Ryder hails from an iconic British musical lineage” (Donovan, Happy Mondays, Rolling Stones). In this lengthy interview with Gareth Icke (David Icke’s son), she talks about her childhood, steeped in creativity, a world away from the excesses of show business, but also marked by dark moments, manipulation and strange memories. 

She points out that the artistic world is saturated with psychological imbalances, perversions and unhealthy behaviours, not always visible from the surface, and addresses the ‘dark side’ of the music industry, tinged with mind control and occultism, illustrated by the 27 Club (rock stars who died at the age of 27), which includes Brian Jones —  the father of her uncle Julian (son of her maternal grandmother). 

She also mentions infiltration by a global interconnected network involving cults, intelligence agencies, the entertainment industry, criminal organisations and finance. These groups cooperate on the basis of a covert network of reciprocity, “I know someone who knows someone...”, in order to gain power, money and spiritual and mental control over the masses. She also stresses the ‘organic’ nature of this network — not one global conspiracy, but a multitude of temporary and fluid alliances.

According to her, some artists are consciously involved while others are manipulated unawares, but all the big stars (Mick Jagger, Taylor Swift) act as antennas, energetic conduits. They are not the ultimate target: their influence serves to condition the masses. 

In this regard, Coco draws a parallel between mind control programmes (Monarch, MK Ultra) and contemporary mass manipulation, particularly during the Covid crisis. She also recounts how artists are methodically isolated, surrounded by manipulative agents who alienate them from their loved ones, as she was able to observe within her own family.

Finally, she rejects the naive idea of ‘backwards messages’, popularised in the 60's, explaining that true programming occurs at a subconscious and symbolic level, and pointing to the presence of paedophile symbols and esoteric overtones in modern popular culture. 

In her final words, she encourages us to learn the basics of mind control and manipulation tactics so we can escape them, saying that awareness is the best defence because “it's awareness that dissolves the spell”. 

In other words, without falling into the matrix’s involutionary trap of so-called ‘evolution’ and ‘spirituality’ — which, incidentally, has nothing to do with Spirit but with the Sandman and his vast network of interconnected sandboxes, which are great channels for vibrational recycling — it's all about an energy industry of entertainment where creativity is turned into an instrument of vibrational enslavement; a gradual assimilation of consciousness by popular culture, through fascination, polarisation and hypnotic suggestion; and the need for vibrational discernment because everything that ‘feeds the imagination’ also feeds the archontic hive.

And speaking of vibrational discernment, I had to smile when Coco Ryder mentioned Taylor Swift and Bono. I've always had an immediate and inexplicable visceral aversion to the former. As for the latter, a brief conversation with him in the 80's had left me with a very strange, even uncomfortable feeling. Yet it took me all these years to stop rationalising my vibrational readings — a subject I will address very soon in a short video.

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Kitchen Mishmash

All our words are but crumbs that fall from the feast of our mind.

Khalil Gibran

With Thanksgiving just a few weeks away — ahead or behind depending on whether you live in the United States or in Canada —, what more natural for the patsies of the farce than to give thanks to the cracked pots of the matrix? The faceless cooks who work so eagerly to groom us, pulling out all the stops in order to extract every last drop of the precious nectar from the cornucopia. Loosh cooking is a flourishing business, as illustrated by this month's King of Diamonds: an archetype of strategic ambition and prosperity. However, for us, this card would be an invitation to move forward despite doubts, exhorting us to take action, lest we end up bogged down in inertia, and to stand firm amidst the turmoils of matrix life.

Nightmare in Your Plate

From the Latin coquina, which became cocīna, cooking refers to the preparation of food, while gastronomy, from the Greek gastèr, “belly, stomach,” and nomos, “law,” literally means “the art of regulating the stomach”, combining a certain level of expertise in preparing meals, selecting refined products, and the know-how to savour them.  

Thus, cooking does not necessarily equate with gastronomy, as some dishes rather tend to deregulate the stomach. This is referred to as junk food or, more recently, as “eco-friendly” cuisine. We're no longer just dealing with processed food, GMOs, preservatives, pesticides and other toxic ingredients, but also with synthetic food and insect flour, adding to the long list of slow poisons in our “diet”. Alchemy of death would be a more appropriate term for these deadly concoctions.

The greatest achievement in cooking is to be able to fill stomachs with imagination.

Jose Manuel Fajardo

But all it takes is a little effort — to create a cosy atmosphere, with beautifully laid tables, skillfully arranged dishes and exotic names that trigger taste bud memory — for hyper-vigilant activists to suddenly suffer from selective amnesia and forget about the whole supply chain. Forbid them to eat out and they will forget all about the cricket powder you want them to ingest. Proud as they are to bend the rules, they'll throw caution to the wind and willingly rush off to where you meant them to go.

Who Eats Whom?

The next major pitfall is tricking humans into believing that they are at the top of the food chain, when in fact they are its main resource, while some, driven by ethical considerations, mistakenly think they can escape the cycle of predation with a plant-based diet. 

However, eating fruit and vegetables is also eating “life”. We have no choice but to draw on the energy of other kingdoms (both animal and plant) to sustain ourselves, because that is how we were designed.

Humans and animals are a passageway and conduit for food, hostels of death, conduits of corruption, making a living off the death of others.

Leonardo da Vinci

The only difference between a meat-based and a plant-based diet lies in the presence or absence of blood, and therefore memories that pollute one's subtle bodies and lower their vibration. It is essentially a conscious individual choice: to consume memories — which, in turn, will consume you — or to transmute them. Unfortunately, this choice has become yet another excuse to polarise and divide people.

Restaurant Star Awards and Reality Cooking Shows

Thus, from a basic biological necessity, cooking has become a source of division on several levels: those who go hungry vs. those who overeat; those who “chow” out of necessity vs. those who “savour” for pleasure; those who consume memories vs. those who burn them. 

Most importantly, it has now become an essential cultural feature — a show in its own right, a “boiling business” where egoic appetites take precedence over those of the stomach. We no longer eat our food: we put it on display. We no longer savour the substance: we show it off on Instagram. When cooking turns to entertainment, it's a clear sign that hunger no longer resides on our plates, but in our souls.

Behind the cult of healthy eating is the same control mechanism: creating a need and then artificially fulfilling it. Gastronomy is now just another link in the great food chain — a liturgy of taste that stirs up hunger without ever satiating it.

Just like the military “top brass” or the who's who of Hollywood, Top Chefs also have their stars. Whether pinned to hats or uniforms, or embedded in cement paving, they all point to the same vault: that of the archontic heavens. These stars, touted as badges of excellence, are actually the seals of brilliant enslavement. 

It's no longer about raising but luring consciousness. And no matter how many crumbs we are given, the bill is always steep and the pill bitter to swallow.

The Last Supper

Since everything always seems to revolve around tables, whether forced to spill the beans or encouraged to take careless vows induced by alcohol fumes (which keep you in a state of impaired consciousness), no archontic recipe has ever been more expertly cooked up than that of the Last Supper. Under the guise of communion and sharing, it has never been anything more than a protocol for assimilation. For although blood is a symbol of life, it is first and foremost a carrier of memory.

Saying “this is my blood” is tantamount to offering one’s memories for assimilation and integration. And whoever drinks this blood also consumes the egregore it contains. These are the foundations of the first great karmic cuisine: a vibrational feast where humans, misled into believing they were communing, actually bonded to the archontic intelligence they worshipped via this blood connection.

The wine was merely a code, a signature. Behind the promise of collective salvation was the hive-mind project: one body, one mind, one network. Assimilation was not metaphorical. It was cellular.

If one must laugh or sing in the midst of a feast,
A doctor is then at his wit's end:
A glutton takes all the glory.
Come on, you old fools, go learn how to drink.

Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux

And whilst the guests raise their glasses one more time to what they think is “life”, the archons savour their favourite dish: humanity al dente.

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Overdeath

Yesterday was All Saints' Day — a celebration for the entire swarm of Archons, as the late French comedian Coluche would say. Today, with All Souls' Day, it's the same old story: the living pray for the dead who, due to matrix programming, could not be canonised, while the dead pray to finally be alive.
The Church calls it a commemoration. I call it consensual energy vampirism — a collective loosh recycling under incense and candlelight.

Beneath the varnish of ritual, the same mechanism prevails: celebrating the cycle. Death sustains life, life prepares for death, and everything turns in a closed loop to feed the machine.

Everyone clings to a different script. For many, death means eternal rest or torment. For others, the otherworld is only a waiting room — a change of state before the next recycling on the wheel of karma. For some, it is a return to “nothingness.”

But Overdeath promises nothing. It is a passage — through the magnetic tunnel where memories flicker, illusions of “reunion” shimmer, and promises of “light” (information) unfold. It is the courteous refusal to reach for the Recycling Angel’s hand. It is the choice of the side exit — the one no one sees, because it emits neither light nor sound.

"Outremort" (Overdeath) is my fourth anti-brick in the wall of the archontic theatre: an inverted squaring of the circle — not to grasp, but to dissolve.

Outremort

At the gates of oblivion,
The illusion goes on
In the depths of boredom
Where souls act without spirit
Listening to the echoes,
Embracing chaos,
Enduring the assaults
Of the waves of sorrow.

The army of false pretence,
With whom the Other lies,
To destinies on hold
In the corridors of time,
Whispering rumours,
Piercing armours,
Deepening the cracks,
Reopening wounds.

Make the effort, break the spells,
Flee from the egregores,
And take back your momentum.
Defy the oxymoron,
Revoke the accords,
And tear your body out
Of the realm of the dead,
Overdeath…
Overdeath…

Tired of life and death,
Where envy, down here,
Feeds your karma
With every step you take,
Come out of the trance,
Wrap yourself in silence,
Away from the schemes
Where life begins.

Step aside,
Beyond the thoughts,
Beyond the injected loops,
Where everything's orchestrated.
Cast out the images,
Tear up the pages,
Dissolve the mirages,
Leave behind their trail.

Make the effort, break the spells,
Flee from the egregores,
And take back your momentum.
Defy the oxymoron,
Revoke the accords,
And tear your body out
Of the realm of the dead,
Overdeath…
Overdeath…

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