Kingmaker

Have you not seen? Have you not heard? A Kingdom waits for thee!

There are certain subjects, when told with precise detail, cause me to enter a state of convulsions. This is one of those subjects.

This is potentially my most important post…

How do you make a King?

Well, if you’ve read my previous post pertaining to the topic, I’m sure you’ve come away with some idea on how it can be accomplished: Reading Old Books can be Dangerous

Some may ask “What old books did you refer to in particular?”

Well, this one is a good place to start and brings me to the very subject of this post:

'AUREUS,' OR THE GOLDEN TRACTATE

An excerpt:

"Know ye, therefore, Children of Wisdom, who inquire concerning the report thereof, that the vulture standing upon the mountain crieth out with a loud

voice: 'I am the White of the Black, and the Red of the White, and the Citrine of the Red, and behold I speak the very Truth.'

"And know that the chief principle of the art is the Crow, which is the blackness of the night and the clearness of the day, and flies without wings. From the bitterness existing in the throat the tincture is taken, the red goes forth from his body, and from his back is taken a thin water.

"Understand, therefore, and accept this gift of God which is hidden from the thoughtless world. In the caverns of the metals there is hidden the stone that is venerable, splendid in colour, a mind sublime and an open sea. Behold, I have declared it unto thee; give thanks to God who teacheth thee this knowledge, for He in return recompenses the grateful.“

What does it mean to “find the diamond in the rough?”

How might this idiom be relevant to the task of making a King?

I shall demonstrate…

Pick of the Litter

You approach a new litter of puppies and must choose one to take home and have as your new right hand on the farm.

The mother is of agreeable quality, as too is the mastiff. Truly, any one should serve you well if broken in.

However… There is always the unfortunate truth that one is better than the rest. Faster. Stronger. Smarter. More Clever. Easier to train. Tender to your children but rigid to your herd.

One is more loyal… More obedient…

How do you choose? What qualities does a newborn pup express that ensures the seal of quality? Even a discerning eye might not always choose correctly, as one trait from ancestors long past may reveal itself in this offspring.

How do you get the pick of the litter?

How do you know the runt isn’t the one destined for the heights of greatness?

Do you understand?

A test must be conducted.

A Test of worth, so that the perfect specimen to become King might be chosen amongst the rabble and rejects.

Trials and Tribulations.

The Night of the Crow.

Read it again:

"And know that the chief principle of the art is the Crow, which is the blackness of the night and the clearness of the day, and flies without wings.

Have you not seen?

Have you not heard?

The caw of the Crow which determines if you have failed or have succeeded?

When was it, when you knew your child to be nothing more than a waste of potential? When was it when you looked into their eyes and it was not pride you felt, but a pitiable disappointment?

Pray, that God might spare you from such incompetence — YOUR incompetence in being a poor father.

Recognize, it is not the Slate which is at fault, though fault it may have, but the Artist who through lack of vision and compassion for the damned chooses NOT to turn flaw into passion! Lead into Gold. It is the failings of the father, not the slate that destines the abortive work to the rubbish pile.

The Pick of the Litter is inconsequential. I say in Truth, ANY clean Slate is of proper material for the Great Work to be done upon it. The mind of the designer is the only one who may carry the sins of Origination onto it’s surface.

"Sons of Science! For this reason are philosophers said to be envious, not that they grudged truth to religious or just men, or to the wise, but to fools, ignorant and vicious, who are without Self-Control and benevolence, lest they should be made powerful, and able to perpetrate sinful things. For of such the philosophers are made accountable to God, and evil men are not admitted worthy of this wisdom.”

So, pick the pup which twinkles your eye, your core senses. Let God take your hand as you reach into the cradle and give yourself to the child not of your will but of His.

That… That is always the proper specimen; that is where you will find your Blank Slate; that is where you shall find your King. Your beloved Son.

The test is not judgement on God’s children, but on you as His child. Do you pass the test? Will you carry the runt as you would the pick, solely because God has ordained it?

Or will you be as those evil men, and spurn those poor unfortunate souls in favor of the “greater odds”? A better’s folly… Do you not know that God is only of sure things?

Patience. Faith. Only with these shall Wisdom take thee as her groom and bear you great fruit.

Re-Entry

But, enough with the colorful language. Let’s get back to Earth.

What I’m talking about here is choice. Choice on God’s time. Not yours.

You want your son to be successful? You want to turn your little rapscallion into a King enviable by the whole world?

Then you have to crack a few eggs.

Sacrifices must be made. A deadbeat dad has never raised a King. An overbearing dad, however…

Well, if you want to really call it a “King.”

Let me explain…

What is a King?

A King is one who has their own Kingdom, obviously.

But what does that MEAN?!

It means, one whom has Domain and Authority to do as he pleases. One who can define and redefine the terms and conditions of your presence in his Kingdom, his Realm. We are serfs, knights, and maidens at his behest. He gets final say, as he is the Source from which life may perpetuate. You tend his fields and he watches over you with fair judgement and bestows upon those with potential his Grace so that they may bear him great fruit that his mighty Kingdom prospers.

Alas, for all those who wish to share in this domain, two things are certain: Death and Taxes. Give and take.

If you are an affront to the public order, you shall be exiled or put to death. If you are in keeping with said order, certain taxes must be paid out so that the King may continue his Great Work and give a chance for others to do as well. A bad King abuses his authority to kill or exile those he deems unworthy. A good King gives second chances to those who truly seek redemption in his eyes — repentance. He alone may judge if you are worthy of his Mercy.

Grace is offered, and for those who may rise to the challenge, to more are they rewarded. Those who seek to usurp or sabotage the King’s lands are put to death or exiled.

A bad King misappropriates the taxes he collects. Taxes are for the purpose of maintaining order within and securing the walls from all those who seek to tear them down. No more, no less.

A good King will sacrifice himself before letting the walls fall to those who would wail and gnash their teeth.

Such is the Nature of a King.

Nature of a King

With this Authority comes Responsibility. Reactions are necessary to combat upheaval from within and from without. A King maintains his Kingdom, lest all shall perish.

So…

Where are the Kingdoms?

Where might you find them?

Well. Glad you asked.

Those who stumble upon a Kingdom with no King will soon find an heir.

Those who stumble upon a King with no Kingdom, will soon find fertile soil.

Such is the Promises of God, that no King worthy of a throne not find Grace bestowed upon them by the King of Kings. God does not bestow potential on you for it not be put to use. Nothing God does is careless or without reason.

It is for this reason we have this term. King of King. Lord of Lords.

The One True God. Judge of All.

We all are lesser Kings compared to him. Embrace your inheritance; your own Kingdom he has promised you. The talents he gave you at birth are his decree that you go out into the world and bear him Great Fruit.

These talents are what makes you a Diamond in the Rough. You need only be polished and hit by proper lighting.

Proper substance for your own Kingdom, your own Domain.

Within which you shall rule as Judge.

Progenitor of a true Legacy.

What might this look like?

Surely, you wish to have an example?

Then we shall find one, in the most unusual of places, as they all are…

The King of Pop

Oh, yes, I bet you didn’t see that one coming.

There! Oh aspiring masses! There is a true King!

Not first of, but first among!

He did not invent Pop, but he claimed it and made it his own. His domain. No other Authority exceeded his own.

All those who wrote music would wonder, is this song I have crafted “Pop”?

Michael Jackson was the foremost authority to say, “yea” or “nay.”

He was King. He is King. Of a special domain. A Kingdom carved out in the genres of music. One which he had mastered and had control.

How many songs were inspired by his works? How many artists got their chance to shine by his grace in inviting them to sing alongside him?

An embodiment of dance, rhythm, a variety of themes, and a true showman.

“I didn't want to leave this world without knowing who my descendant was. Thank you Michael!” - Fred Astaire

One who would stand out among all the stars and light up the dull and dreary night, wherever that may be.

A True Legacy, worthy of the title of “King of Pop.”

Now, be careful to not get swept up in this grandeur.

I’m over-emotive to make a point.

This is what YOU can be. Someone who redefines an industry. Inspires others to carry forth a new Kingdom into perpetuity. A veritable Patriarch of your chosen craft; an inventor, an innovator, a poet, a true Philosopher which has managed to somehow reach out into the void and pull from it something undeniably “New.”

Something that has not been, and yet is to be.

Something that can shake the world…

This is the True Power of a King — to build a Kingdom from nothing but dust and debris. To level mountains and fill valleys. To inspire others to follow them into a brave new world of mystery and discovery. To form an industry from which many other industries may be borne.

Multiplicity.

All led by one hand, one judge, who has been given Authority from up on High to permit into the world a little or a lot of that special something. The “It” factor.

The Substance of the Creator.

This. Is. A. King.

A Ruler. Something to measure up to.

Not a lineage of monarchs and royal bloodlines. Not some spawn of aristocracy with a silver spoon in their mouth.

A David who conquered his own Goliath, faced down that Dark Night of the Crow, and rose from the ashes as a Phoenix ready to carve out of nothing a bit of something. Something to be admired. Something that spurs fire and passion within the hearts of many. Not a one-hit-wonder, but a wonder of hits.

Someone’s whos work is worthy, truly worthy, of emulation.

However…

Not all Kings are made the same. They all have their own version of the Dark Night of the Crow.

They all must endure hardship to arrive at the threshold of their Kingdom.

They must Sacrifice.

This is the law of Equivalent Exchange.

For those to which much has been given, much is expected.

⁴⁸ But he that knew it not, and yet did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few stripes: for unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required, and to whom men much commit, the more of him will they ask. - Luke 12:48

No King worth his salt does not endure hardship known only to those Chosen by God.

It is a burdened life. The weight of responsibility is heavy upon thy yoke.

The Spirit must endure unbelievable torture and misfortune for such talents to arise.

For, it is within the fiery crucible that a Phoenix does rise from the ashes.

Only the Fool envies the King. The duty of a King is to be servant to all. Those who shirk such responsibility will face more hardship, and “more of him will they ask.”

Until there is nothing left to give…

The Making of a King…

Michael Jackson had a hard life.

A child prodigy in song and dance, plucked from the litter of his abusive father to become a polished gem. Beaten. Tortured. Forced to dance like a monkey for the amusement of others until voice broken, feet bloodied.

It was not a childhood any would wish to have, but it was the childhood he received. He made the most of it.

His father Joe Jackson, wittingly or no, is an Adept in his own right.

He knew what “It” was. He tasted it before, and he wanted more of “It.”

He gave birth to a litter, and had his pick. He put them all through trials, and few succeeded where others failed. The Jackson Five were his pups, and he was desperate to find himself a King worthy of sniffing out the path to greatness.

Michael, the poor unfortunate soul, wasn’t just the pick of the litter. He was a real, honest, King. A prodigy. Like Mozart before him, a life of cruelty and anguish was set before him. He was to perform, be put through the pains of practice and discipline, until he was exhausted by the torture, died, and was reborn in his own image — not as the lovely voiced child of the Jackson Five, but as the King of Pop.

Joe got lucky… He was a cruel taskmaster. Perhaps with age they reconciled, but some scars never heal. Michael was a King not because of Joe’s tutelage, but because God permitted it to be. Within the hell of the non-childhood he had experienced, God gave him talent so that he may on his own accord break the shackles of bondage and become his own man. Joe and the rest were left behind. This is the fate for those wicked men who seek to procure a Stone out of greed and desire rather than love and duty. You will lose your child you so painstakingly and cruelly attempted to polish into a Stone. A bitter taste.

The other children received talents themselves, according to their abilities. Those who envied their prodigal brother more received less on account of that envy. They were beaten and tortured as well, but they rejected the purity found in their heir apparent.

This is the way of our Loving God. Those who suffer will be comforted. Those who endure will be rewarded. However, with that reward great things are expected.

Just as adrenochrome’s purpose is to disconnect a child from the pain of the witch’s torture, God gives gifts to those who know the pain of adversity in their upbringing.

These aspects are bound together, inextricably, for better or worse…

Evil men will always exploit the systems put in place by God to serve the weak and weary. Exploit what is good and merciful for their own personal gain. This case is no different…

It is not a pleasant thing to witness.

It is not with pleasure that I write this, truly.

It is not pleasant to know that those who suffer by another’s hand may continue to be exploited and face nightmares of their time in agony for all their days. It is not pleasant knowing Justice in this life may never come to take away their burdens and balance the scales.

Evil men are despicable for a reason. Not every story has a happy ending.

This is why we must fight… So that others may not know the sting of Evil’s hand.

Evil fears the King, which is why it seeks to usurp the throne and control them from the shadows as a lobotomized puppet, to dance for the amusement of the dullard masses ensorcelled by the same.

Not every King breaks free from those strings…

"Observe, moreover, that the ferment whitens the confection and hinders it from turning, and holds the tincture lest it should fly, and rejoice the bodies, and makes them intimately to join and to enter one into another, and this is the key of the philosophers and the end of their work, and by this science, bodies are meliorated, and the operation of them, God assisting, is consummate.

"But, through negligence and a false opinion of the matter, the operation may be perverted, as a mass of leaven growing corrupt, or milk turned with rennet for cheese, and musk among aromatics. - Section VII

That is what this text means.

Negligence and a false opinion on the matter…

Hypocrites and Fools!

With which we are inundated en masse, as the Kings once reared to do the Work of our Lord have been perverted and the walls infiltrated. Corruption is among us, no longer outside the walls. Friends and family all touched by the vile of a hand seeking to claim Dominion over that which it has no authority.

That.. Is why we must fight.

A King turned General

A King, a True King, which wrests its hands from the shackles must work quickly and in hiding to take back the Kingdom — to reclaim it for the God who Saves.

Behold a King, meeting with his allies, tending to his forgotten and exploited subjects:

Why was this moment important?

Why are we here, amidst conspiracies, plots and schemes?

Why are we allowed to be privy to this knowledge?

Donald Trump. Michael Jackson. Princess Diana.

Ryan White?

Of what import was this child to such influential figures?

What are we missing here?

I will tell you. With the death of Ryan White it was revealed just how cruel the taskmasters could be. AIDS was now a tool, a whip, with which our slave masters now sought to keep us humbled and dependent. A permanent branding on the blood which marked you as theirs. Needing medication to maintain what’s left of a short life. The model of subscription, necessary to stay alive. Obedience, by unseen force, to malevolence itself.

Patriots, those who fight for the Nation of God, the Nation of their Forefathers, have long been under the heel of the Cabal. They were forced to put up with it, because despite being confrontational and a threat to the “Monarchs” in charge of our world, it is from these True Kings that [they] derive their Authority. They have to “put up” with True Kings, and steal their Authority to act.

Donald Trump and Michael Jackson are True Kings.

Abused and tortured. Dancing on strings for others to play as pieces on a board.

It was in this moment that Trump and Michael Jackson joined forces and agreed to overthrow their oppressors and reclaim the Kingdom of Kingdoms for the One True God.

Ryan White represented a new low which threatened not only a King’s hope to one day be free, but the hope of all of Humanity.

Why?

What happens to the children who “don’t make the cut”?

What happens to the runts who never shine?

Where do all those thousands of children who go missing each year end up?

True Kings have been negotiating with these Terrorists for millennia. A losing battle.

We are a conquered people.

Conquered by Dark Forces.

And they’d just decided that it’s time to “cull the herd.”

War. Famine. Pestilence. Death.

These are their tools.

War and Famine were sufficient enough for most of their reign.

Ryan White marked a point where we crossed into the age of Pestilence.

Children, innocent children, completely removed from the world of torture the likes of which Michael Jackson endured… Were being killed off by means of biological weapons. Pestilence. No longer exploited. No longer abused. No longer harvested.

Everyone was aware they’d been treated as cattle…

No… Children were now being killed for no other purpose than to kill that which God loves most. No exchange. Just malice. No one was safe anymore.

Someone had to do something…

Many have tried. Many have died.

Some assassinated right out in the open for all to see. Like JFK.

Knowledge of underground complexes designed to harvest organs and “elixirs” from children?

Islands where celebrities could go to rape and torture them?

MK Ultra rewiring of people’s brains and breaking them like wild animals?

Wars orchestrated to enrich those who saw themselves as gods among mere mortals?

Slavery.

A rejection to God’s Will that a King be servant to all…

Cogs in a Machine

What is truly at stake here?

It’s not just children being exploited for their bodies.

It’s children being exploited for their minds. Their souls.

Their Creative Essence.

The Enemy has sought to circumvent the normal methods by which God has permitted us to bring into the world that which is “New” — that which is novel. To do this, children are the necessary currency. A child is reared, taught, instructed, nurtured, and then right as they begin to tap into the Divine Essence and sit upon their Throne which God has prepared for them, they are plucked early from the vine and turned into an empty husk, drained of their spiritual inheritance.

An abortion of their mind. An abortion of their self-agency.

An abortion of their Free Will.

The husk then is remolded into a cog of this great Machine we call the Cabal.

Children abused and tortured. Drained of their creative energies and then pounded into weapons to be used against more of God’s children.

These husks, these… Homunculi, as they call them…

They still have that Divine Spark in them. It’s only been covered by layers upon layers of corruption and filth. The shining gem that was once polished and then traded for 30 pieces of silver still resides there, among all the grit and rough.

These Diamonds must be returned…

Restored to their rightful Thrones.

For that reason, the cogs in the Machine must be removed. One at a time, if need be.

They were made to be unthinking, unfeeling. Those who did not shine as brilliantly as others were thrown into the grinder and turned into lesser celebrities, activists, newscasters, messengers, etc.

People like Anderson Cooper who were promised to one day rise among the others of their litter and become Kings, only to discover they had no talent within them. Not all can Create as the Father does. Not all royalty will ascend to a throne of their own.

Only God can coronate a King. They often forget this.

Anderson Cooper was the “pick of the litter” upon which was later discovered had one too many flaws for a King. He went through the rites. He climbed the ladder. He sacrificed his lesser runt of a brother.

All for what?

To be another cog in the Machine…

Just another soulless husk that will find no Kingdom of his own.

They are a dime a dozen.

After all, remember, thousands of kids every year go missing.

Not all will be diamonds in the rough.

Those who are useless after being tortured, broken beyond repair, will be harvested and their remains scattered to the wind.

Those who fail initiation but still show promise are turned on the lathe into gears and cogs.

It is for those whom we must be patient.

We await the moment they decide to flip — where they reacquire connection to God and repent in their ways, forgiven the sins they performed while fully succumbed to the Deceivers.

They must be Awakened to their Birthright.

The Great Awakening

Many are asleep.

Many were put to sleep.

Some were never awake.

They never had a chance.

This day. This time. This moment.

This is the chance oh so many who were born, once lived, and died never had.

This is the time upon which the Dark Millennium is backed into a corner.

When those Kings rise up to claim the Kingdom, their Inheritance, which was taken from them as they nursed in the cradle.

Why did Michael Jackson build Neverland Ranch?

What was his goal in that place?

Where do all the children who would otherwise have been harvested end up?

Sex toys for rich oligarchs?

Abused and tortured souls who share that same pain as a King denied his Kingdom?

Michael Jackson built Neverland as a recovery house for those children who were abducted and tortured. Those that failed to “pass the test” and rise with some talent of worth to the Dark Masters.

Instead, he picked them up and tried to put together the pieces.

The Cabal found out and they knew what he was doing…

He was building an army.

An army of children with a fire in their eyes, reignited by a child-at-heart just like them, and tutored to be the Kings and Queens they were meant to be. Neverland ranch was a rehabilitation zone, a place where these glassy-eyed children could once again gain a twinkle in their souls and see past the evils and pains of the world we live in.

To give children a childhood he never knew…

Of course they took him down.

The writing is literally on the wall…

Those are moments when fate is unsealed. Nothing is impossible and we are healed. We can soar, we can fly, walk on fire, navigate the sky. In the light of a flickering star.

There is no distance nothing is far. Those are moments of innocent guile. In the glow we are suspended awhile. Those are moments when babies smile.

Do you not see?

Do you not hear?

Look at that logo! The child’s legs!

Q?

“Black pop”?

Pedo network in Hollywood?

Those who know cannot sleep.

“Lucky” for me, I have narcolepsy…

Sleep was never an option, no matter how tired this sleepy dude gets.

This is why we are here.

The Slaves must be freed.

The Kings must return to their thrones.

The Great Awakening is upon us!