The Wizard's Tower

Where is the money going?

We all know now that proxy wars like in Ukraine and Israel are just money laundering operations. What else could they be when they don’t have any requirements to audit where the money goes?

What we don’t know is why they are so DESPERATE to get the money fed through the meat grinder of war.

Well, we do know, it’s just too simple for a conspiracy-themed mind to accept.

Politicians live lavish lifestyles.

They turn a lot of tricks, but that’s not always enough to satisfy all their interests.

Politicians have debts just like we do. Problem is, these debts have debt holders who don’t get bailed out if they don’t get their money. In fact, they get kinda irate when they don’t get their money. In fact, they’re likely to toss you down a flight of stairs, rip off your nipples with live jumper cables, and break every bone in your hands if they don’t get their money.

You can call them loan sharks, if you want to, but the more literal term is “Mafia Lender.”

Which Mafia?

All of ‘em. Whichever will lend you the money.

What’s the money for?

Well, that’s an uncomfortable question to answer flatly… Needs more groundwork. It’d be easier right now to use an analogy.

The Wizard War

Imagine a wizard trying to summon a giant mage tower. One wizard alone doesn’t have enough manna, so they borrow some from other wizards as part of a pact. Together they summon the tower in a grand ritual, but now the other wizards want a tower of their own. They fight over who gets the next tower, but they can’t summon one without everyone else joining in. Cooperation is absolutely necessary. One absent wizard might result in catastrophe.

While they regenerate their reserves of magical power, their manna, they start discussions on who gets their tower “erected” next. On go the debates, politics, backstabbing, etc.

Point is, they can’t “build the tower” unless everyone is on the same page, but the fallout has led to everyone casting spells and hexes on everyone else to try to be the next in line for a tower to call their own.

Manna is Money.

The Towers are their own little empires carved out of the [Global] economy.

Some wizards are getting really impatient…

The Dark Wizards, the Mafiosos, want their Towers NOW NOW NOW!

Each of the mobsters are threatening to kill the other if they don’t “pay up.”

But if any die, no more rituals can be completed.

So what’s left?

More Hexes. More Curses. More Threats. More Sabotage. More Stalking. More Beatdowns.

Everything short of killing the golden goose…

But… How long can that go on for?

Well, it depends on which necromancers, black mages, death knights, vampires, dread lords, or eldritch summoners the Original Wizard asked to help him.

Debt Consolidation

If YOU are the problem in the equation, if you try to hide in your tower and withhold your energies from the other wizards who helped you erect your tower, then everyone will band together to take you down, rip you out of the tower, mind control you, and force you to perform the next ritual.

One of the wizards ends up being your handler or “Keeper” and makes sure you don’t break your chains of mind control up until they decide who gets the next tower. Your debt to all the wizards is effectively consolidated, and the most trusted mediator of them all gets to hold your reigns.

What’s most scary for all the paranoid wizards involved is if the Keeper manages to accumulate too much power. How much can you really trust the mediator?

You end up where after a series of subjugation struggles two wizards remain who control all the others in a series of strings connected to strings like cross puppetry.

Eventually it comes down to two fighting one another in a tangled web of controlled minds.

A left hand, and a right hand. Wrestling endlessly over the key to the Source of the Tower.

Puppets connected to puppets connected to puppets…

It’s at this point where things come to a head.

There can be only one…

But, what of the original tower?

Jubilee

Amidst the countless battles over many millennia it was forgotten about. Lost not only in location, but in time. Wizards still talk of it, yet don’t know when or where it wandered off to. Some question if it even existed at all.

The original wizard who crafted the spell has had his mind wiped, scrambled, tortured, bent, and contorted to the will of many a wizard over the years. Not only do they not know where the tower is, where the key to the tower is, or how the ritual was first devised…

They don’t even know who the original wizard was…

Do you not understand what I’m saying?

I’m still taking about DEBT here.

Let’s explore the Tale of the $100 Bill:

“A travelling salesman comes into a little town, and goes to the local hotel. He speaks to the hotel manager, and says that he'd like to book a room for the night, but he's very particular, so he would like to look at the room first. The hotel manager agrees and asks for a $100 deposit in exchange for the key. The salesman hands him a $100 bill and goes to look at the room. 

While the salesman is upstairs, the hotel manager looks out the window and notices the butcher across the street and remembers that he owes the butcher $100 for meat he needed for an event the week previous. He runs across the street and pays the butcher the $100 and thanks him for the meat which made the event very successful.

The butcher thanks him and puts the $100 next to the register. Just then, the plumber comes in and the butcher remembers that he owes him $100 for repairing his freezer the week before. He gives the plumber the $100 and thanks him for fixing the freezer, for it would have meant disaster otherwise.

The plumber happily takes the payment and goes on his way. He gets to the gas station to fill up, and the garage owner comes out and asks if he has the $100 he owes him for fixing him car last week. The plumber remembers the $100 bill and gives it to the garage owner, thanks him, and goes on his way.

As the garage owner is heading back to his garage, he passes the prostitute that he had met the week before. He remembers that he still owes her $100, pays her, thanks her, and returns to his garage.

The prostitute continues on her way, and passes the hotel. She remembers that she still owes $100 for a room she booked the previous week, and goes in to find the manager. She finds him at the front desk, pays him the $100, thanks him, and goes on her way.

The hotel manager places the $100 on the counter, and the travelling salesman comes back downstairs. He states the the room is just not his style, and he'll be on his way. The hotel manager takes the key back, gives him the $100 bill, and the travelling salesman leaves.”

This is the truth of debt.

It’s all an illusion. A spell crafted in the minds by way of a little slip of paper.

Money removes our ability to see the truth…

That, truly, no one is in debt.

Debt is Usury. Impossible interest. A spiral into permanent, inescapable bondage. The Tower represents the cumulative sin of debt and favors, an empire built on the backs of the foolish to empower those who cast their little spells and weave with their little strings.

The Most Beloved One has already settled all debts with His blood. Those with eyes to see shall see. Those with ears to hear will hear.

The Wizards need not fight any longer, for the Tower and the means of procuring it are no longer needed. They fight over nothing more than to decide who is more ruthless, cunning, and evil.

They are lost.

The debt only exists because we cannot forgive one another of our debts.

“Forgives us out trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

The sordid mess requires a Jubilee, just as described in the tale above.

But, that is a matter for another time…

For now, we talk of the Wizards and their ways.

Proxy Wars

The brainwashed wizards fight on behalf of their Hidden Masters. A finger points, and they chant their mantras of doom.

They fight for a tower that can never be theirs.

The blood of the useful idiots drafted to die fuel their spells and recharge the pool of manna reserves.

The money is going towards blood. Blood spilt is the catalyst for manna regeneration.

Blood is money. Manna is money. Money is manna. Money is blood.

It flows as blood flows. It is currency.

The more money that is pumped into Ukraine, Israel, Taiwan, etc. and out of the United States recharges the Mafia Lenders who hold the debt shackles of our “leadership” who have long lost the capacity to operate freely. They are slaves, just as we are, yet as they struggle to break free from the spells they once wielded for themselves they still hold out for the possibility that a window will open up and THEY will be the Master of All.

Top of the Pyramid.

The Eye of Providence, Incarnate.

The Antichrist.

Emperor of the World.

The debt in the Tale of the $100 Bill is the foundation of the Tower. It spirals upwards, yet it is all built upon an illusion; lies, deceit, paranoia, threats, and misunderstandings. In truth, no one owes anyone anything.

The money is going towards the coffers of blood magic, not towards any true peace. Human sacrifice. The more that die, the more money moves upwards, and the faster the whirlpool of death and decay spurs to life around that Tower.

All to unshackle the Old Serpent and restore his legs, his Divine Agility.

When God removed the legs of the Serpent, it means that he took away Satan’s Divine Agility — Omnipresence.

Not just the ability to walk. Not just the ability to teleport. Not just the ability to phase through matter. It’s the ability to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time; the ability to see all moments in space and time and insert yourself into the fold between them.

THAT is what God cut off from Hel’el and all his followers as he fell from Heaven like a bolt of lightning.

He was cut off from Space, yet still retained his transient relationship to Time, as is true for all Angels who lack a corporeal form. It is through time and cycles that he tempts us and lies to us. He instructs us to build in his name.

The Tower of Babel. The Tower of the Wizards….

It is a structure redesigned by the “Light Bearer”, the “Dawn Star” and revealed to the Original Wizard so that the Serpent might slither up the bricks and regain his Divine Agility. He offers it to the most ambitious of minds in the guise of “Enlightenment” yet the power it holds will never be theirs.

The Tower needs blood. Not just any blood, but the blood of True Believers. The foolish wizards offer it up in spades.

Blood of the Followers of the Light Bearer. The blood of those willing to die in order to kill their enemies. Death begets more death. A cycle of vengeance.

The Feedback Loop.

These are those branded with the Mark of the Beast…

The Mark of the Beast IS the Cycle of Vengeance. Not letting go. Refusing to forgive.

Obsession. Getting stuck in a loop. Repeating the same mistakes over and over and over again — just as a beast would. Those who obsess and adore their obsessions are just one of the many countless Wizards being used to summon forth the First Among Sin, Father of Lies, and Author of Deceit.

Only such a creature so allured by flesh is certain to fall to Temptation, time and time again.

Only such a creature’s blood is adequate to build that accursed Tower.

I saw a lofty tower extending from earth to heaven; its golden crowned summit reached beyond the clouds. All round it, black night reigned and thunder rumbled.

Suddenly the heavens opened, a thunder-clap shook the whole earth, and lightning struck the summit of the tower and felled the golden crown. A tongue of fire shot from heaven and the whole tower became filled with fire and smoke. Then I beheld the builders of the tower fall headlong to the ground.

And the voice said:--

"The building of the tower was begun by the disciples of the great Master in order to have a constant reminder of the Master's teaching that the true tower must be built in one's own soul, that in the tower built by hands there can be no mysteries, that no one can ascend to Heaven by treading stone steps.

"The tower should warn the people not to believe in it. It should serve as a reminder of the inner Temple and as a protection against the outer; it should be as a lighthouse, in a dangerous place where men have often been wrecked and where ships should not go.

"But by and by the disciples forgot the true covenant of the Master and what the tower symbolized, and began to believe in the tower of stone, they had built, and to teach others to so believe. They began to say that in this tower there is power, mystery and the spirit of the Master, that the tower itself is holy and that it is built for the coming Master according to His covenant and His will. And so they waited in the tower for the Master. Others did not believe this, or interpreted it differently. Then began disputes about the rights of the summit. Quarrels started, 'Our Master, your Master,' was said; 'our tower, your tower.' And the disciples ceased to understand each other. Their tongues had become confused.

"You understand the meaning here? They had begun to think that this is the tower of the Master, that He builds it through them, and that it must and, indeed, can be built right up to Heaven.

"And you see how Heaven responded?"

The True Master had long abandoned that relic of fallacies. It was built with good intentions, yet our own delusions and blood, spurred on by the Forked Tongued Whisperer, turned it against its original intent. We stained its memory and tainted it with our own interpretation of its meaning.

We are left fallen until we can rebuild the Tower in our Souls and no longer worship cold, dead stones. Idols…

Meanwhile, the False Master now takes up space in the cavity of that abandoned Tower and he calls to his bloodthirsty flock.

The False Master is the Patron of the Self.

His religion is the Worship of the Self.

Pride…

It always comes before the fall.