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.
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…
Here's a traditional soft pastry, very popular in English-speaking countries, which I've turned into a simplified vegan, gluten-free recipe with no added fat or sugar. It is very moist and may therefore be enjoyed without a cup of tea.
Ingredients
Serves 8:
- 200 g buckwheat flakes
- 3 tbsp ground flaxseed - 1 tsp baking soda - 1 tsp ground cinnamon - 1 large carrot - 1
large apple - 9 dried apricots - 4 tbsp sultanas - 240 ml hazel or almond milk - 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar
Instructions
Soak apricots and sultanas in a bowl of boiling water for about 15 minutes. In the meantime, peel and grate the carrot and the apple.
Grind buckwheat flakes into flour and add ground flaxseed, baking soda and cinnamon. Add vinegar, then gradually incorporate milk to a smooth dough. Then mix in the carrot and apple.
Drain the sultanas and apricots. Cut the latter in small pieces and add to the dough.
Transfer to a silicone cake mould and bake for 45 minutes at 180°C.
NOTE: I personally don't like sugar and find the ingredients of this recipe sweet enough. However, you may still add some sugar according to your taste (for example, you may add 2½ tbsp xylitol or birch sugar or a bit more if you prefer using traditional sugar). Otherwise, you may also add some chopped nuts to the dough.
Reality, in its essence, is neither clear nor dark; neither good nor bad.
These distinctions arise from perception and not from perspective or the
nature of reality.
Conditioned by experience and influenced by the masses and cultural
narratives, the soul imparts its astral colouring to existence, taking its
impressions for granted rather than examining them more closely. As Epictetus
reminds us:
Men are not troubled by things, but by the way they look at them.
What we call ‘good’ or ‘bad’ does not exist per se: it is just a filtered
interpretation, an opinion imbued with matrix programming, which does not even
belong to you, but passes through you in the form of thoughts or suggestions.
Existential anxiety arises when we resist fundamental neutrality, clinging to
preferences and aversions instead of observing reality as it is.
However, this non-polarised observing stance is the key that unlocks other
quantum potentials and timelines. We give psychological meaning to something,
but often mistake our interpretations for absolute truths, hence the
crystallisation.
Gnosis offers a way to rectify this:
You have power over your perceptions, not over external events. Become aware
of this, and you will find peace by psychically understanding the occult
symbolism of everything around you.
Thus, in order to transcend the illusion of biased projections, it is
necessary to recognise that reality itself is devoid of any intrinsic quality.
It is astral influences and matrix programming that attach subjective weight,
value and judgement to it.
It's pumpkin season again! What was once turnip season is now only used to
refer to bad scripts and cowards in French. Like the 10 of Spades or its tarot
card equivalent, showing a character lying face down on the ground, with ten
swords stabbed into his back, October is a dark month, often filled with a
sense of dread and foreboding. Known in occult circles as Red October, the month
of harvest, bloodshed, stagnation and loss of control, ends with masquerades
where people pretend to scare each other by dressing up as monsters, ghosts or
witches in order to be on the safe side. But number 10 is also a symbol of
transition, like a bridge between two worlds, since death, in the true sense,
is nothing more than a transfer from one state to another. Furthermore, in the
Lenormand Oracle, the 10 of Spades is paired with a ship sailing away
towards unknown shores — a possible reference to Charon's
boat?1
Burn the Witch
The myth surrounding witches reflects the abysmal depths of human ignorance,
the hypocrisy of religions, and the psychopathic entities they worship. As
French historian Michel Pastoureau wrote, “witches are not a phenomenon of the Middle Ages but of the modern era.” Indeed, hatred towards the feminine principle is nothing new, but now seems
to be reaching new heights. Simply consider the increasingly violent abuse of
transgender propaganda, or extreme religious obscurantism, attempting to
impose their rules and views in Western civilisations.
Contrary to popular belief, it was not during the Middle Ages that the
greatest number of crimes against ‘witches’ were committed, but during the
Renaissance. The women considered as such were generally from the working
class and most were healers, midwives or herbalists, holding ancestral
know-how that competed with the humanist creed based on science and knowledge
(rather than knowing). Their practice was therefore labelled “magical” in
order to justify witch hunts.
‘Witches’ posed no threat to men as individuals, but rather to the archontic
system, which used institutions (the Church, the justice system, official
medicine) to eliminate anything that would slip beyond its control.
They were thus blamed for knowing too much, much more than the established
institutions themselves. Their knowledge of lunar cycles and natural
correspondences also allowed them to break free from imposed patterns and
touch upon the very structure of ‘life’. That's why they were accused of
transforming or metamorphosing others, a distorted reflection of their
vibratory ability to dissolve existing moulds and what the matrix
wants to crystallise — in other words, they showed that matter is energy and that
all energy is malleable.
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?
A far cry from the archetypal ugly old woman with a wart on her nose,
‘witches’ were guilty of being independent and arousing desire in men. This is
certainly the greatest untold truth, as it still pervades certain religions.
Many witch trials were, in fact, fuelled by shameful male fantasies. As men
were unable to control their urges, the blame was put on women as
‘temptresses’ or ‘friends of the Devil’. Weakness always seeks to blame, and
the cognitive dissonance was too overwhelming for the so-called ‘stronger’
sex. To the benefit of the clique of the archons who manipulate human emotions.
Last but not least, as archetypes of the rebellious feminine principle (like
Lilith, Adam's first wife, accused of tempting Eve in the guise of a serpent),
witches served as a reminder that incarnation in the flesh cannot occur
without this fundamental principle. In a world ruled by a jealous patriarchal
god, such power is intolerable for it cannot be subdued.
Spells and Charms
And that's where the trap closes in: everything beyond institutional control
was rebranded as ‘magic’. But what is magic, if not the soul in action?2 A
force that manipulates forms, but without any connection to the spirit.
However, a soul acting without its spirit always ends up creating its own
shackles, as what it attracts through ignorance, it will sooner or later have
to pay for.
The word sorceress (sorcière, as used in French) comes from the Latin
sortiarius, ‘spell caster’, derived from sors, meaning 'fate' or 'destiny'. Magic
is therefore a coded energy and a spell is an expressed intention that can be
instantly broken by a supramental frequency (hence the importance of always
vibrating at a high frequency). Non-consent will produce a boomerang effect
that will not only render any act of magic ineffective, but this energy will
have to find a target, and it will be those who emitted it who will suffer the
consequences. The spell will thus rebound upon its authors with triple intensity.
Cover up in shade
Fly fast through the airwaves
Meet with pride and truth
Danger is great joy
Dark is bright as fire
It's worth noting that magic, whether black or white, remains the same, since it is once again a matter of swapping polarities. Polarisation is, moreover, a pernicious trap that must be overcome at all costs. Thus, praying for others is a form of magic, regardless of how noble the intention may be. Hence the well-known but misunderstood saying: “the road to hell is paved with good intentions”.
Furthermore, sort, the French3 for 'spell', is the same as sortir in the third person, which in this context means 'to step out'. A witch or sorceress is someone who breaks out of moulds and shatters boundaries. In its intransitive form, they stand out from the crowd, from the norm, and the matrix loops; in its transitive form, they expose what's hidden: knowledge, secrets, and invisible forces.
Treats or Tricks
But ‘taking out’ may also mean ‘unwrapping’. The matrix enjoys treating us to its glittering wrappers, promising solace and comfort. And as with Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, every bite is a gamble:
“You want to be careful with those,” Ron warned Harry. “When they say every
flavour, they mean every flavour — you know, you get all the ordinary ones
like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach
and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavoured one once.”
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, J.K. Rowling (1997)
That's the image of the Matrix: attractive packaging, but unpredictable taste — and more often disgusting than delicious.
And when it comes to booby-trapped treats, narcissists are true master candy-makers. On the outside, they come wrapped in shiny, colourful paper. But inside, it's not chocolate: it's all recycled and repackaged digestive waste. One might think the smell would eventually give away the packaging, but unfortunately, they always manage to convince those around them that it is not them who smell bad, but their victim, whom they torment to breaking point.
These human wrapped candies are not just dysfunctional individuals: they often serve as relays for archons. Their role is to trigger an emotional reaction in the other person and then reverse roles. They provoke, harass and manipulate until the victim breaks down. Then they point the finger: ‘See, HE (or SHE) is the monster.’ And as long as no one dares to unwrap the foil, the ploy continues.
As Above, So Below
From human wrapped candy to the treats of the archons, the basic idea is the same: as practitioners of black magic and trickery, the 'mighty' of this world always wrap their poison in the shiny paper of ‘progress’, 'morality' or ‘inclusivity’. The treats may change, but the bitter taste of political correctness remains as foul as what is humanly abject.
These ruling elites, who act as willing agents of the matrix, occupy positions of power in order to better reverse situations: hypnotising the masses, projecting their guilt onto those who escape their control, and naming the culprits to be burned — yesterday at the stake, today through cancel culture and political or media purges.
And make no mistake about it: witch hunts are not some distant memory from the Dark Ages. In Africa (and other parts of the world), women and children are still being tortured and killed on the pretext of witchcraft, as reported by Amnesty International4.
When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That is strange, so strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
Must be the season of the witch
The archons are forever recycling the same scenarios, not so that the trapped souls may learn — what's the point when memories are being erased and manipulated? — but to sustain the cycle which feeds them.
Endnotes
^ In Greek mythology, Charon or Kharon is a psychopomp, the ferryman of the Greek underworld. He carries the souls of those who have been given funeral rites across the rivers Acheron and Styx, which separate the worlds of the living and the dead. In some burials, low-value coins known generically as Charon's obols were placed in, on, or near the mouth of the deceased, as a viaticum for the soul's journey. The dead who could not pay the fee, and those who had received no funeral rites, had to wander the near shores of the Styx for one hundred years before they were allowed to cross the river.
^ In French, 'la magie' (magic) sounds exactly like 'l'âme agit' (the soul acts). As explained in a note below, due to its specific vibration French is the preferred language used by occult societies. Therefore, even if, in this particular instance, the language of birds doesn't work in your language, it still has the same vibratory impact in all the fractal layers of the matrix simulation.
^ Each language has a specific frequency that goes far beyond words. French ranks among the initiatory languages. Historically, it was and still is used in high occult lodges, particularly because of its rich and precise structure, which allows for complex codification of ideas and rituals.
^ Accused of being a witch, 90-year-old Akua Denteh was lynched and beaten to death in the streets of Mempeasem in July 2020. In some parts of Africa, witches are feared and hunted down. According to Amnesty International in Gambia, several hundred people have been arrested and detained. These people are tortured and forced to drink a hallucinogenic drink, compelling them to confess to witchcraft.
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