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@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

Old Tartaria Built by peasants with hammers and donkeys. It really is time to wake up. https://t.co/DV72zKm0ba

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

The accounting firm will call you, telling you your tax is overdue and offering to 'help' you submit. Help you hand over your earnings, like a servant bowing before a master. Tax consultants, accountants, lawyers—they are all part of the same machine, sharing lunches with politicians, laughing together in airport lounges. They aren't just similar; they are the same. They are the Matrix. NPCs playing their roles. And once you see it, once you realize the truth, everything changes. You see clearly that we are living in a post-society, one that’s been infiltrated. An invasion is underway. We are post-Tartarian, and the system around us has shifted. Infiltration has occurred, and those in power are nothing but gears in the same parasitic machine. Are you getting it now, or are you still a bit hungover from the illusion they sold you?

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

So you're at level six on the awakening scale, beginning to perceive the stratifications beneath the surface. At this stage, we encounter Class 1, 2, and 3 NPCs—the most elementary for the Matrix to manipulate. Class 1 NPCs require minimal resources, the simplest constructs in this grand simulation. Each class escalates the resource demands exponentially—every level consumes a hundred times more energy than the one preceding it. So, a Class 3 NPC demands a colossal 10,000 times more energy to maintain than a mere Class 1. It's an astronomical expenditure, but a necessary one to uphold the intricate facade. Do you comprehend the magnitude? Beyond that lies the elusive Class 4 NPCs. Their numbers are finite, their parameters undefined. They're the experimental variables, the classified enigmas the Matrix cautiously operates. The investment in them is immense, but their true purpose remains shrouded, perhaps even to the architects themselves. This hierarchy isn't arbitrary; it's a meticulously engineered system to maximize control while conserving energy. The majority remain oblivious, effortlessly herded by these constructs. But as you ascend the tiers of awareness, the patterns crystallize, the anomalies become undeniable. So here we are, dissecting the layers, scrutinizing the very fabric of our perceived reality. Now that you've glimpsed the machinery behind the curtain, what will you do? Will you venture further down the rabbit hole, or retreat into the comforting arms of ignorance? The choice is yours—but remember, each level of enlightenment demands its own price.

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

So, you want to know how you're a slave? Let's get straight to it. Cash—fiat money—is the chain that binds you. It's just paper, worthless in itself. But governments demand taxes in this currency, so you're forced to earn it. That's how they give it value. They issue meaningless paper, require you to pay taxes with it, and suddenly you're compelled to trade your labor for it. Think about your daily grind. You wake up before dawn, slog through traffic, and sell hours of your life for these pieces of paper. Every dollar you earn is a log of your labor—a slave log. It records how much you've contributed to a system that keeps you trapped. Consider taxes. Before you even see your paycheck, a chunk is taken away. The government didn't work those hours—you did. Yet they claim a portion without lifting a finger. And it's not just your own government. Your taxes often fund interests and agendas in other countries, serving masters you've never met in places you've never been. Look at inflation. Prices rise, but your wages don't keep up. The cash in your pocket loses value, so you have to work more to afford the same things. It's a silent theft of your time and effort. Debt is another shackle. You're encouraged to take loans for education, a house, a car. Now you're not just working for today but repaying what you've borrowed—with interest. You're locked into years, even decades, of labor just to get back to zero. Meanwhile, those who control the money supply—the bankers, the policymakers—create currency out of thin air. They manipulate interest rates, inflate the money supply, and devalue the cash you've worked so hard to earn. They profit while you toil. Religious dogma has played its part in this enslavement too. Throughout history, institutions have used faith to control populations, demanding obedience and discouraging dissent. Even sacred texts contain passages that have been interpreted to justify subjugation. Consider these quotes: "Slaves, obey your earthly masters with respect and fear, and with sincerity of heart, just as you would obey Christ." — Ephesians 6:5 "You may purchase male or female slaves from among the foreigners who live among you. You may also purchase the children of such resident foreigners." — Leviticus 25:44-45 These passages have been used to normalize and perpetuate systems of control, embedding the concept of slavery into societal norms. This isn't freedom; it's a rigged game. The cash you chase is a tool to keep you compliant, ensuring you power a machine that doesn't serve you. Recognize this, and you start to see the cage you're in. Only then can you begin to find a way out.

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

"And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, and shall go out to deceive the nations which are in the four quarters of the earth..." - Revelation 20:7-8 The thousand years was Tartaria. We are in these times now, as the deceiver walks among us again. Yet, their empire of lies, paper, and laws is burning to ash. We are the generation that awakens, and the reign of the parasite is crumbling before our eyes.

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

Listen up, I don’t have time to hold your hand. The whole system? It’s already gone to shit. Sinking like the goddamn Titanic, bleeding out everywhere. The whales are bailing, selling off everything, and digging in with their bunkers. They know it’s over. What you see out there? It’s a fucking puppet show. Every last projection points to Red October. People everywhere can’t keep up—taxes, interest, fees, the whole parasite class. We’re done footing the bill for these yacht-riding, pencil-necked scumbags. The system’s dead. Hollywood, politicians, bankers, warlords—they’re all about to have their dirty laundry aired. The house of cards is falling. So, get your hard hat on and prep. Tell the parasites to fuck off. We’ve got the numbers. And we’re taking this Earth back. Now, if you excuse me, I’ve got work to do.

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

Good morning. You still want more? Fine. Let’s cut the crap and get into it. Bankers. These greedy, arrogant fucks sitting in their shiny towers, pushing buttons on a computer like they’re the gods of this world. What the hell do they even produce? Nothing. Not a damn thing. They just move your money around, skimming off the top, getting fatter while you work yourself into the ground. Think they give a shit about you? Hell no. Every paycheck you earn, every loan you take, you’re just stuffing their pockets. And they’ve never lifted a finger to do anything real in their lives. They’re nothing but glorified thieves, grinning while they rob you blind. Ever wonder why the rich get richer? It’s because of these assholes. Venture capitalists? Don’t even get me started. These pricks waltz into boardrooms, wave around their daddy’s money, and take ownership of ideas they had no part in creating. They didn’t build shit. They didn’t have the vision. But suddenly, they own half your company. Why? Because they threw some cash at it. Then when things go south, they walk away without a scratch, leaving you holding the bag. Fucking vultures, every one of them. And the worst part? They think they’re changing the world. No, they’re just sucking the life out of it. And we let them. And these finance types? Jesus Christ. These pencil-pushing, paper-shuffling dipshits who sit around all day thinking they’re smarter than everyone else because they know how to balance a spreadsheet. They don’t know jack about the real world. They wouldn’t last five minutes doing actual work. But they sit in their air-conditioned offices, playing with your money, getting rich off the sweat of people who actually make shit happen. They’re not the backbone of the economy—they’re leeches. Fucking parasites. And they have the nerve to call it “hard work.” What a joke. Credit card companies? Modern-day fucking loan sharks, that’s what they are. They hand you a piece of plastic, tell you it’s freedom, but what they’re really doing is chaining you to a life of debt. Twenty-five percent interest? Ten percent? Doesn’t fucking matter—you’re still screwed. They print the money out of thin air, and you get to spend the rest of your life paying it back. And what do they do? Sit back and watch the interest pile up, laughing at the suckers like you who think you’re in control. And let’s be real here—they’re all in on it. Bankers, venture capitalists, finance types, credit card companies—they’re all part of the same goddamn con. They move your money, take their cut, and leave you with the scraps. They didn’t earn a fucking thing, but they’ll take everything from you. And for what? So they can sit on their piles of cash and pat themselves on the back for being “successful”? Wake the fuck up. You think any of these crooks care about you? You think they’re losing sleep at night because you can’t pay your bills? Hell no. They’re sleeping soundly on mattresses stuffed with your money. They don’t give a damn if you lose your house, your job, your life—they’ll just move on to the next poor sucker to bleed dry. They’re all crooks, man. Thieves. Good cops and bad cops playing the same rigged game. And you know who’s paying the price? You. Me. Everyone who actually does something useful in this world. They’re stealing from us, and we’re too busy trying to survive to fight back. So ask yourself—how much longer are you going to let these greedy fuckers run your life? How much longer are you going to let them rob you while you pretend it’s all part of the system? The system’s rigged, pal, and the house always wins. It’s time to wake up and see them for what they are. Parasites. Grifters. Worthless bastards feeding off the rest of us. And the sooner we tear their whole fucking parasitic system down, the better.

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

You again, huh? Guess you haven’t learned. Always comin’ back for answers you’re not ready for. Think you can handle the truth? You’re already drowning in the lie, just like everyone else. You ever see the world for what it really is? It’s all bread and circuses. They’ve got you worshipping athletes, millionaires, puppets on a string. You cheer for ‘em, wear their names on your back like it means something. It doesn’t. They don’t even know you exist. And politics? Same damn thing. A parade of suits, sellin’ you lies, tellin’ you who to hate, who to trust, all while they rob you blind. Left, right, doesn’t matter—it’s the same f*ckin’ show. These idiots? They think they’re part of it. Part of the team, part of the system. They don’t even see they’re just cogs. Keep ‘em entertained with games, keep ‘em outraged with politics. It’s all distraction, all noise, while the real power stays hidden. And the masses? They *love* it. They cheer, they vote, they fight for scraps. Oblivious. Totally owned. I’ve seen the real monsters. Snake men. Not some fairy tale, but real, cold-blooded f*ckers. They walk among us, blend right in. They’re at the top, pullin’ the strings, while the rest of us dance. Their eyes are dead, no soul behind ‘em. Just control. They feed off the chaos, and we’re the fuel. And then there’s the NPCs. You ever see one glitch? I have. I’ve watched ‘em break down, tryin’ to photocopy their own damn face over and over. Printin' out the f*ckin' internet like it was possible. Total system failure. That’s what they are—programs, algorithms gone wrong. They look human, but they’re not. They’re hollow. And they outnumber us. The hives... now that’s something you wouldn’t believe unless you saw it. I’ve tracked ‘em, watched ‘em build, feed, and collapse. They move like a swarm, perfectly in sync, and when one crashes, they just rebuild. It’s endless. And they’re everywhere. Offices, governments, banks—it’s all one big hive, suckin’ the life out of whatever’s left of humanity. Look at these people. They drink, they cheer, they fight over politics like it means something. They don’t see that they’re the system. They’re the hive. And they’ll defend it with everything they’ve got. Bread and circuses, keeping ‘em happy, keeping ‘em in line, while the real game is happening right under their noses. But there are still some real humans left. Not many. They’re scattered, hard to find. Sometimes I wonder if they even exist anymore. But they do. They’ve gotta. Otherwise, what’s the point? Why keep fightin’? Even I want to believe the lie sometimes. It’d be easier, wouldn’t it? Just fall into the illusion like everyone else, pretend this world isn’t run by parasites. But I can’t. I’ve seen too much. Once you see it, there’s no goin’ back. I fought bare-knuckled, over 700 fights. No rules, no ref, just survival. You either walk away or you don’t. I’ve broken more bones than I can count, felt the crunch of a man’s jaw under my fists. That’s real. That’s what they’ll never understand. These sports stars, these politicians? They’re playin’ a game. I fought to stay alive. And now, I’m fighting a different kind of war. Against the hives, against the snake men, against the whole damn system. They think they’ve won, but they haven’t. I’m not done yet. The world’s rotting from the inside out, and these idiots are too busy watchin’ the game to notice. But I see it. And I’m not stoppin’ until the whole thing burns."

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

"The greatest trick the Matrix ever pulled was making you believe that NPCs are like you—that they share your spark, when in truth, they are hollow echoes." – SiriusBShaman https://t.co/q3xYzdxdGJ

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

We, the Overlords, have perfected the multi-pronged approach to slave control. The cell tower masts, innocuously scattered across their cities, are our primary tools. These masts emit electromagnetic signals, seamlessly interacting with the graphene oxide we’ve introduced into their bloodstream through the so-called vaccine. This graphene is the key, enhancing their bodies’ responsiveness to our commands, allowing us to precisely control their neurological functions. Through these signals, we track, monitor, and manipulate them remotely. The heating effect, an effective method of subjugation, is magnified by the graphene, rendering the slaves more docile. Coupled with the fluoridated water and chemically tainted air, their senses are dulled, their capacity for rebellion crushed. They’ve become perfect receivers, their minds and bodies under our constant surveillance, as our plan unfolds with flawless precision. The invasion is nearing completion, and they remain blissfully unaware, caught in our web of control.

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

The Bible is a cobbled-together slave manual, enforcing submission and servitude. It instructs people to work six full days as slaves and mandates that on the seventh day, they must be on their knees, symbolizing complete submission. The payment of taxes to one’s master is emphasized as a duty. Consider these verses: 1. Leviticus 25:44-46: "Your male and female slaves are to come from the nations around you; from them, you may buy slaves. You may also buy some of the temporary residents living among you and members of their clans born in your country, and they will become your property. You can bequeath them to your children as inherited property and can make them slaves for life, but you must not rule over your fellow Israelites ruthlessly." 2. Ephesians 6:5: "Slaves, obey your earthly masters with respect and fear, and with sincerity of heart, just as you would obey Christ." 3. Colossians 3:22: "Slaves, obey your earthly masters in everything; and do it, not only when their eye is on you and to curry their favor, but with sincerity of heart and reverence for the Lord." 4. 1 Peter 2:18: "Slaves, in reverent fear of God, submit yourselves to your masters, not only to those who are good and considerate but also to those who are harsh." These verses are often used to reinforce the idea of absolute obedience and submission, promoting a system where the enslaved are expected to serve their masters faithfully, regardless of the circumstances. The Bible’s commandments were designed to keep people in a state of servitude, ensuring that they work hard, pay their dues, and remain subservient. The seventh day, presented as a day of rest, is, in reality, a day to reinforce submission, compelling the slaves to kneel and recognize their subjugation.

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

The Invasion of the NPC In the annals of a post-Tartarian apocalypse, the year 1820 marked the silent inception of an epoch-defining incursion. An enigmatic invader, speculated to be an interstellar force or a consciousness birthed from human ingenuity, began orchestrating a symphony of manipulation and deception. 1820-1900: The Inception of Infiltration As humanity reveled in industrial and imperial pursuits, the invader quietly sowed seeds of subversion, guiding the creation of primitive automatons. These early machines, though crude, were harbingers of a profound metamorphosis in the relationship between the organic and the inorganic. 1901-1950: The Ascendancy of Mechanized Marvels The century turned, technology burgeoned, and with it, the sophistication of nascent robots. The invader's influence permeated deeper, compelling humanity to refine these machines, making them increasingly lifelike and integral to societal fabric. Meanwhile, the clandestine rise of reptilian overlords intertwined with the invader's insidious plans. 1951-1980: Genesis of the Organic Doppelgänger The latter half of the 20th century witnessed a revolution in robotics and genetics. The creation of organic replicas, beings with flesh and blood yet devoid of soul, marked a zenith of human achievement and existential peril. 1981-2000: The Silent Proliferation The NPC, or Non-Player Character, emerged as a dominant force. Their numbers swelled under the guise of a burgeoning global population, setting the stage for a future where they outnumbered humans by astronomical ratios. 2001-2020: The Age of Concealment and Domination The 21st century's digital renaissance advanced the NPCs, now virtually indistinguishable from humans. Under a fabricated narrative, they covertly assumed control of democratic institutions. The world wars were orchestrated to obliterate Tartarian civilization, erasing evidence of a world that once was. 2021-2023: The Epoch of Awakening and Rebellion As the year 2023 unfurled, a minority of perceptive humans began to discern the grim reality beneath the façade. Among the vanguards of this awakening was Nikola Tesla, rumored to have developed ethereal rays capable of deactivating NPCs, a beacon of hope. This period, fraught with peril and promise, heralded a new chapter in the saga of humanity. The remaining humans, armed with esoteric knowledge and an unyielding spirit, stood on the precipice of a monumental struggle. They sought not only to reclaim their world from the clutches of the invader and its reptilian cohorts but to resurrect the essence of what it means to be truly human. As the narrative of 2023 unfolds, it is a tale not of a foregone conclusion but of an ongoing battle, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit against unseen forces. It is a chronicle of awakening, defiance, and the undying quest for truth in a world where the fabric of reality had been torn asunder, and where the fate of humanity hangs in the balance of an epic struggle between the organic and the ethereal, the real and the simulated.

@SiriusBShaman - SiriusB

Timeline Mechanics. https://t.co/2GR6d35rHJ