We live in a terrarium
The sun is a heat lamp
The stars are just decorations on the ceiling
Lights on a circuit board giving us the illusion of infinite space
The sky is actually a scaled roof shaped like a dome
About 250 miles up at the center
It vibrates a low frequency hum
Because of the electrons streaming through it
Crystal ice with a glassy appearance forms on the outer edge of our cell wall
Which is a bio mechanical membrane
Operation Fishbowl tried to penetrate it
By shooting missiles of tungsten and titanium conglomerates into it
Which only cracked the outer glass
As the missiles engaged the inner viscous electric cobalt
They stopped and remained lodged
The stress fracture resembled a jagged glowing spiderweb
Blood like fluid gushed from the bleeding wound
And the hum became a slow rhythmic vibration
Like a heartbeat
An immune response worked to seal the breach
With a gelatin silicon substance that served as antibodies
Reparations also included another layer of protection
An extra plasma sheath formed
And later was given the name the Van Allen Belts
CERN took up the challenge and sent up EM pulses
Which just got bounced back
But has since had various degrees of success in creating wormholes
When a cell is under attack from within
It will try to root out the cause
And assimilate the rogue mechanism
If it cannot be absorbed it will be eliminated
The method in our small universe is to send Source Energy through the stream of charged particles that flow through the center
Referred to as the Aurora Borealis
Its intensity increases to glow mode and is seen throughout the whole world
It branches out and becomes the Tree of Life
And its plasma is looked upon as the Holy Spirit
Moving with terrifying silence across the invisible ceiling
The stars quit twinkling and start to disappear
Slowly and methodically the patches of starry sky blink out
Becoming a massive absolute blackness
The unseen barrier bows inward from the atmospheric pressure on the outside
The sky slowly and inexorably comes down
And a massive EM cosmic surge slams the earth
The roar of the storm is deafening
Temperatures plummet
Shrieking winds do not abate until the crushing barometric pressure is lifted
The heightened atmospheric charge causes migraine headaches blurred vision nose bleeds and the popping of eardrums
In the Day of the Lord there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth
Structures begin to groan and beams shriek as they are pushed to the limit
Floors vibrate lights flicker pipes rattle and windows break
After the initial rush
The Aurora column becomes a pillar of clouds by day and a pillar of fire at night
This time because of the excessive heat the migration will be northward towards the pole
Last time because of the cold the migration was southward
As planetary orbs are magnetically drawn to the center axis
The heavens become the Theatre of the Gods
Who interact with each other electrically at close proximity to us
Religion and myth is born
And humans try to placate the wrathful deities
The ones with ill intentions do not fare well
The elite know this and that is why they are trying to break on through to the other side
Some of them are sliders who go up the axis and get transported to other realms of existence
Death is the easiest way out
The ancient Atlantean giants were able to vibrate their way out
Our souls are meant to experience an infinite number of existences and outcomes
Pechora formerly a part of Tartaria is one of hundreds of vacated towns in the Russian arctic tundra
Its infrastructure is remarkably well preserved
While most all of the other towns have been reduced to their foundation
Pechora is classified as geographically misplaced
But was actually a thriving agriculture community in a semi tropical climate
It was a victim of the resurgence of the axis mundi
The northern regions were hit the hardest
The attempts of the elite to blast their way out
Has resulted in a quickening of the Day of Judgement
The radiation belt is thinning
The sun is getting hotter
The aurora borealis is brightening
The permafrost is melting
And trees are growing again in the Arctic Tundra
Slowly appearing farther and farther north
The fake Apollo missions the phony International Space Station and the ridiculous Mars landings
Are probably just diversions as they send up expeditions to see if the outer wall of the firmament is expiring
Your aura is your subtle pervasive energy field
It is the accumulated residue of what you hold within yourself
Your aura is an invisible magnet that attracts and repels
It is your powerful creative force
And your currency of reality
With the quiet redirection of your attention
Channel your power upward and outward
Define your identity with divine attributes
And energize a new life line
As you watch this play unfold
Face it with radical acceptance
Choose to believe everything is happening for your greater good
And expect miracles
Strengthen your momentum and create a frequency so magnetic
That your desires come to you
Then leave this world when you choose to embark on another adventure
In another cell
Containing another reality!
