Marzipan or almond paste (German: Marzipan; Spanish: mazapán; all derived from the Latin: martius panis, ‘March Bread’) is a traditional confection in several European countries, notably France, Italy and Germany, as well as marginally in other Mediterranean countries. It is sometimes used in the preparation of traditional cakes such as Christstollen, a German Christmas cake with candied fruit.
The recipe I'm sharing is entirely vegan, without egg whites, and made only from natural, unprocessed ingredients. It's quick and easy to make and will allow you to craft beautiful edible decorations for your Yule log or simply as treats and gifts.
Ingredients
- 100 g blanched almonds - 70 g xylitol - 20 ml water (or coloured juice) - spirulina, red currant or red beet (as food colouring)
Instructions
Grind the almonds into a fine powder using a food processor.
Mix in xylitol, then gradually add water. Knead thoroughly to obtain an elastic dough, which you can then shape as desired.
If you want to colour your almond paste with something other than powder (spirulina, turmeric), use beetroot (or redcurrant) juice instead of water. As with paint, adjust the amount according to the desired intensity.
You may store this dough, wrapped in cling film in an airtight container, in the refrigerator for about a week.
NOTE: Traditionally, you're supposed to use icing sugar, but I find it too over-processed. since birch sugar has a higher sweetening value, if you wish to use icing sugar, add 30% more than indicated.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
- 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.
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.
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.
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.
The Call of the Real The Real is not reached by adding meaning, but by letting the dream die.
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