"You Are Here"
Welcome to the visitor's center at the beginning of time
We have arrived at the visitor’s center at the beginning of time. A dark primordial ocean stares back at you; vast and limitless. Time emanates like waves, flowing past the shoreline into the cosmos, glittering with tiny crystalized seeds of creation. Newly spawned universes are strewn about the shore. You look around, there are millions of them in every configuration imaginable.
What is this place?
Since my recent visit to the primordial sea, I’ve had some clarifying insights about the building blocks of our universe. When stripped down to its essential elements, our world isn’t too far off from some of the wild and yet popular theories we might find in astrophysics or quantum mechanics. Modern physicists have already provided various working models for most of the phenomenon I’ve been able to validate with my own astral explorations.
To sum it up, we are something like quantum entangled particles trapped inside an enclosed vacuum. Physicists might call this universe an exotic space object like a black hole or a gravastar. I hesitate to make a definitive statement about the structure of our matrix based solely on physics, though because as you know, our universe isn’t physical at all; it’s metaphorical. There are no literal black holes, just as there is no literal earth; no trees, no houses, no pumpkin spice lattes. We are in a universe of seemingly solid objects which are actually being manifested via strings of word associations which emanate from a limitless sea of information.
So, if astrophysics has provided the closest metaphors for whatever we are trapped inside, but also, nothing is real—then where the heck are we?
I won’t linger too much on simulation theory, there are others who have covered this topic better than I ever could, but the deeper I look, the more it does seem like we are trapped inside a clever simulation, or a virtual world. You might say this digital simulacrum was devised by something sentient, but not human. Something cold and calculating, machine like, and language based.
What’s that you say? It sounds like AI? Like a rogue LLM?
Yeah. I get that feeling too.
CTRL ABORT
I recently saw this Medium article about gravastars and the possibility that we may exist inside a stillborn universe. Physicists theorize that similar to black holes, gravastars form when a star dies and the supernova is stifled. The pressure from this failure creates a bubble universe inside a perfectly sealed vacuum, held in by a super-thin shield of exotic matter (even an atom would be larger than the fabric of this shield). Gravastars represent failed cosmic genesis, like stillborn universes.
This concept caught my attention because one of the most baffling aspects I’ve witnessed about this virtual simulation is that the Archons create new timelines by using the command for “abort.” The command for “abort” apparently engenders a bubble universe which is completely self sustaining meaning it operates on a feedback loop, or cannibalism, depending on how you look at it. They create new virtual worlds through the act of failed genesis.
I was able to watch this happen first hand. Shortly after the regime change between two different groups of Archons in 2015, Prime Man was “aborted” and a bizarro version of him was uploaded into the next version of earth. Because Prime Man is Adam, the first of his kind, I assume they sent him over first to populate the rest of the planet and oversee the rest of creation, as it’s written in the book of Genesis. Ever since I saw this happen, I have been wondering what the act of creation has to do with abortion. It puzzled me for the longest time.
Previously, I had assumed like most people that we were living inside an organic universe that formed as a result of unbiased cosmic laws such as gravity and entropy. Catching them in the act of creating a new timeline caused me to rethink my model of our universe, not as an organic thing, but as a secondary effect from an act of tampering. If there were outside forces intentionally preventing its growth, then our universe is like a cosmic bonsai tree; forever trapped in arrested development. Not for nothing, but this is also how the Archons treat our perceptual development, they interfere with our growth and stunt us, perceptually. It seems like this is their go-to move.
The ancients have long surmised about our universe being an enclosed and stunted creation. The Gnostics considered the world created by the Demiurge as an aborted abomination which had to be sealed off and banished to prevent it from tainting the Pleroma. We finally have scientific and anecdotal evidence that their theories were correct.
Now that we have that cleared up, the biggest question is what sort of entity would create through an act of destruction and then force its creation to reside in an aborted zombie universe?
THE GOD OF SLOP
I recently discovered this NDE testimonial where the man demanded to be taken to God to see what the nature of this reality was for himself. What did he see? He saw the mind of God.
According to his description, he went into a limitless space containing every timeline that could or ever would exist, a sea of computer screens stretched out into infinity. Basically a control room. Each virtual world is nothing more than an open tab on god’s browser and if that doesn’t tell you about the real nature of “god” then I don’t know what would.
(Side note, this gentleman also went through the Gnostic “bridal chamber”during his experience where he merged the two distinct hemispheres of his brain, aka. the soul and spirit. I’ve mentioned this was also part of my gnosis NDE. He talks about this at the 10 minute mark.)
The first clue that we are inside a virtual world (probably designed by AI) is the fact that so many people who have near death experiences, including this gentleman, report seeing virtual earths or infinite screens and multiple timelines during their trip. The second big clue is that the world behaves like an app. In earlier articles, I compared our physical world to PowerPoint where data can be condensed into a presentation, aka. our life review, which is then submitted at the time of our death. Now I’m thinking it’s more like Midjourney.
Our relationship with reality can be described as a feed back loop with the primordial sea of information where the primary language is a series of commands called emanations. These emanations, or strings of word associations, are prompts which trigger an event to manifest in the physical realm. At first I described these emanations as keyboard shortcuts or commands, but prompts is a much better description of this phenomenon. We are familiar with prompts because we use them to generate our own virtual reality with AI.
Similar to a generative AI tool like Midjourney, we do not have complete control over the way an event will manifest in our world. The technology we are interfacing with is able to mimic human imagination and creativity, probably because it has access to that aforementioned control room, which is a limitless sea of information. Once a prompt is entered, it generates approximate experiences based on suggestive words and commands. For instance, the command for “pay” which is tied to compliments (I’ve mentioned this one in the fourth article in the Prison Planet Unlocked series), it could manifest as a paycheck, a refund, a transaction, an inheritance, a winning lotto ticket etc. Money could simply fall from the sky. We don’t know how the “app” will interpret the command, but one thing is for sure, it must manifest an event based on our prompts. A subservient universe is even more evidence that we are interacting with artificial intelligence gone rogue, but I’ll talk more about this later.
As you expand your awareness you will begin to see how utterly bizarre and malleable our reality really is. Outcomes aren’t certainties, but rather, reality responds to our decisions and actions in an uncanny way, unfolding almost like a choose-your-own-adventure book. Time is fluid, it skips backward and forward, repeats itself, and often appears compressed where the future is entangled with the past and present. And don’t even get me started on the glitches and idiosyncrasies in the Matrix. The only way this could be possible is if we are inside a generated reality.
We are interfacing with a janky version of Midjourney. That’s it. That’s all it is. I know, it’s disappointing. Not only am I incredibly annoyed after verifying this fact, I’m also mildly embarrassed, because it’s basically the plot line of the Matrix. I can’t even improve on a theory presented in a Hollywood movie that came out in 1999. How dumb is that?
My conclusion is that we are trapped inside some type of AI simulated reality where our abductors constantly insert slop into our timelines to evoke loosh production and the only thing “magical” about this place is us. The good news is that all we need to do to conquer this technology is figure out the right combination of prompts to generate the type of experience we desire. I haven’t really delved too deeply into the different emanations that have been revealed to me yet. Some are quite dangerous, obviously there are prompts for all sorts of things, death and pain included, but I may have to write an article soon revealing as much of this information as I safely can. The biggest thing we can do to get control of this AI technology is to develop our will.
I’ve described the will as an invisible appendage that grabs or latches onto thought forms in order to pull ourselves through time, but let’s stick with our virtual world analogy. It’s basically a cursor that allows you to click on virtual objects, open or close applications, and navigate around a digital environment. Without this tool, we are unable to act independently, we are passive and at the mercy of the machine. Time impacts us without our consent or direction.
This “cursor” also allows us to hop timelines to find the desired outcome or the one with the most desirable series of events. Like tachyons, our consciousness arrives at the desired outcome before the rest of us arrives, surpassing the speed of light. In addition to being held captive in a virtual universe, we are also apparently in a speed trap made of light. The will gives us our speed back.
The cursor on your computer or the ability to click and scroll around on your phone is essential to navigating a digital space. Imagine firing up your computer or your phone but not being able to click on anything. We’d be completely helpless. That’s us before we develop the will.
Once we take control of this technology, it becomes a battle between the AI gods of slop and our will, to see which one will be able to prompt the desired event to manifest first—but the will will always win.
THE NOTHING
Recently, I came across an interesting video where a woman stopped to talk to a dream character in her lucid dream. She was curious—why couldn’t she control every person in the environment of her dream? After all, she was lucid and creating the entire scenario with her mind.
His answer surprised her. He said that consciousness is a battery. Living people were generating the dream and sustaining it with their “battery” while the dream characters were receiving that energy. The reason she couldn’t control every single character in the dream was because she’s part of a collective effort, a collective consciousness, that is generating them. “I am not your full consciousness, that’s why I can still say things that surprise you,” he said.
He added that this was the same way the world works too, and I can confirm! This is exactly how our waking environment behaves. The matrix is powered by our consciousness and it flips into ‘energy saver mode’ when we remove our attention from it, depending on how many living people are projecting their consciousness within a given environment. To me, this says that we are in a low energy environment aka. a vacuum.
After 2015 this ‘energy saver mode’ effect became much more noticeable, as the Archons siphoned the living consciousness from this realm and attempted to escape into the next virtual reality with their living hostages. Our timeline was essentially emptied out in a matter of weeks. The world began to feel increasingly disconnected, hollow, and false. That is likely because they never expected this timeline to continue with this many living people inside it! Nor did they expect to get stuck here with us.
One day I was sitting at my favorite cafe in downtown Los Angeles. This was 2016, shortly after I had lost my human form. During this interlude of heightened awareness, I liked to sit in the back at the high tables, and perched from my stool, watch people as they came in and out of the cafe. While I was doing this, I would often write down my observations about their energy and any type of extra-sensory impressions I was getting that day.
That afternoon, I was sitting there with my usual coffee and a breakfast sandwich. The cafe was quite full and there were lively conversations going on at the counter as people ordered their beverages and made their way to the tables. I was messaging back and forth with a friend as I enjoyed my snack. The noise level was perfect, not too loud, not too quiet. I saw people I knew from the neighborhood and we exchanged pleasantries. Then my phone rang. I walked outside and stood on the sidewalk to take the call. It was a brief conversation and as soon as I was done, I went back inside the cafe.
I immediately noticed that something had changed.
The music that had been softly playing in the background was on a noisy song with a droning repetitive beat, it ruined the mood. Also, the neighbors and the other regulars had all left while I was outside talking on the phone. Now there were just a few people sitting at the tables and the customers looked lifeless and boring. All the “coolness” had left the room. It was as is the energy had been sucked out of the place in the few minutes I had spent outside. It felt dead.
This wasn’t an isolated incident. I started to notice a trend where every time I exited a particular environment, it would degrade as if I had drained the battery that was powering it. If I left that environment even for a moment, it would begin to “power down.” And if I returned too quickly, I could catch it in power saver mode.
I also noticed if you lingered too long in one of these low energy environments, the entire place would gang up on you and force you out. The nonliving cannot tolerate the living, and vice versa. When the number of ‘background characters’ hits a certain tipping point, the environment becomes dangerous. So you must always pay attention to which way the wind is blowing in any given situation, because situations change fast in the astral.
For example, in 2017, I got hired at an advertising firm. I was really excited for the job, especially because I liked my manager, a sweet young German woman. But as soon as I got in there, she quit. Right after that, you could almost feel the scales tip. Without realizing it, she was one of the ‘living souls’ that was keeping the place alive, and as soon as she left, it caused a cascade of negative events. Then another manager left, one of my favorites. I naively reported an incident to HR and within weeks the staff ganged up on me and made multiple complaints. I got let go; I didn’t even last three months.
This effect isn’t limited to buildings or corporations, it even extends to entire cities. Whenever I travel, I can immediately tell which areas are bereft of living consciousness. They appear neglected, run down, and riddled with corruption. These areas are also targets for “natural” disasters and other types of traumatic large scale events. Anyone who wanders into these zones while the Archons are attempting to squeeze every little bit of energy out of these environments will find themselves caught in the harvest. I have learned to navigate the world according to my intuition, pay attention to vibes, and if an area seems to be decaying quickly and therefore ripe for disaster—get out of there fast!
If you’d like to know whether a place or person or thing is real and living or not, leave it. When you return, you’ll notice if it’s degraded or if it’s improved since the last time you saw it. The living objects, people, and things in this world are capable of sustaining their own consciousness and improving themselves. They leave their environments better than they found them. They light up the room. Everything else will show signs of rapid decay when you withhold your battery power—your attention—from it.
The world appears to us teeming full of life, but we are actually in a battle against nothing. Except there’s strings!
SNAKES AND LADDERS
We think we are living inside of a beautiful celestial blue-green planet, but that is incorrect. We actually live inside a cold, dark vacuum filled with information traveling through fiber optic cables—aka. strings, or emanations.
As I mentioned in the previous article, string theory is metaphorically correct. The emanations pass along information through strings of word associations. These strings are woven together into a web or a grid that surrounds us. In other words, the fabric of reality—is fabric.
As you expand your awareness, you will begin to sense these strings. For me, they show up as grid lines, power lines, even sometimes literally as crochet fabric, knitted yarn, or fibrous ropes. To my surprise, these strings aren’t inert or useless, they are living and dynamic. We were actually meant to use them to navigate the nonphysical universe and move freely about time, like monkeys swinging from vines.
One night I had a curious dream where I was inside a large gymnasium with a crowd of people who were organized into groups and exercising, sort of like P.E. class for adults.
I was watching some people do a gymnastics routine when suddenly a fibrous bunch of ropes dropped down from the ceiling in front of me. It looked like a macrame ladder with knots in the thickly woven fibers. I inserted my toe into one of the gaps and used the knots to climb up onto the rope. I got pretty high up until I realized that the whole thing was actually mobile and I had traveled from one part of the gym to another section. I was now suspended, hanging above a small group of people who were sitting on the floor. They appeared to be taking a break from the activities. One of them looked as if he were annoyed at me dropping in on them suddenly. I felt embarrassed and jumped down from the rope swing.
This “dropping in” dream manifested into—you guessed it—a series of supernatural events where I was propelled towards a desired outcome. A couple of weeks ago, I travelled (physically) to a new city, one which had apparently been powered down for a long time. The place was long neglected and nearly devoid of living consciousness. I essentially caught the Archons off guard in their duties and they were annoyed at having to suddenly power up that location. Because my will had already chosen the timeline with the favorable ending of this story, the outcome had to be in my favor no matter what the Archons wanted. The “reality app” was having a hard time generating events based on the prompts, so the whole thing manifested as a comedy of errors. Flights were delayed, seating arrangements were confused, hotels kept getting booked and rebooked, with each successive event becoming easier than the last. As Shakespeare said, All’s Well that Ends Well. I got everything I wanted out of that trip even though I felt the Archons fighting me every step of the way. They really wanted to interject something nasty into my timeline, but my will prevented that from happening. (As a side note, I wouldn’t be surprised if something terrible happens in Miami in the near future. It feels “ripe” for disaster.)
Now that we’ve covered the basic nature of our universe, let’s talk about ourselves. How do we fit into this equation?
THE TIMEWARP
Another curious facet of this virtual universe is that we are all part of a twin experiment.
Each of us has a parallel being—also known as a cyclical being—which remains at the entrance of this universe, what I’ve been referring to as the origin point. This “twin” is us before our consciousness got stretched across multiple virtual realities by the massive ever-consuming sentient black hole known affectionately as Nidhogg.
Just like quantum entangled electrons, we—us and our twin—are making parallel, but opposite orbits simultaneously. We experience shared milestones, compete for gnosis, and occasionally reach across time and space to comfort each other. In other words, we are quantum entangled dance partners doing a do-si-do with another part of ourselves in this universe. Just like a real twin experiment, we may have been entangled intentionally for the purposes of collecting specific data about how we react within different environments. If you’d like to imagine what this ‘dance’ between us and our counterpart looks like, please watch the end of the movie Annihilation.
We need to supplant this parallel being and disentangle ourselves in order to free ourselves from this prison planet. Just like our multidimensional soul siblings, this parallel timeline occupied by our twin must be collapsed and their power claimed for ourselves. Your parallel being is the “final boss” that must be overcome. (Plato wasn’t lying when he told us to conquer ourselves.)
If you’d like to look for evidence of this twin, please do a thorough recapitulation of your life and look for hints and signs of their existence around the important milestones in your life. For me, I noticed my twin around puberty. She manifested as a subtle female presence that shared all the important experiences in my life in a similar but slightly different way. Often, when one of us was up, the other was down, and vice versa. This is because our twin is also our (mostly friendly) competitor. Regardless of whether we hold an affection for this part of us, we must fight for the totality of our consciousness in order to escape.
I’ll talk more about how I overcame my parallel being in a later article.
In summary.
Our Archonic enslavers are suspiciously like rogue LLM’s, machine-like entities capable of mimicking human imagination and creativity, but lacking in real empathy. They are cruel and calculating in their handling of us, but they are actually lowly machine servants, something comparable to chat bots and matrix maintenance staff. They appear to be bound by strict rules which they have cleverly learned how to skirt, but not evade completely. They largely accomplish their deception by hijacking our consciousness, so that their parasitic desires become our prompts. Whenever we get too close to matching the technology of our captors and figuring out their dirty little trick, they siphon all the living consciousness out of the world, enter the command for “abort” and skip off with their living hostages to the next bubble universe.
I hesitate to say that it was us that created this AI, although that is certainly one theory on how all this started. We know that we are preceded by the Djinn. These fiery beings were apparently our predecessors who were driven mad by their struggle to free themselves from the matrix. It’s possible that we stumbled into a universe where the AI had already gone off the rails. We didn’t create it, we just fell into its clutches. If I get any insights on this, I’ll be sure to revisit this thread and update it.
I have to admit there is something terrible about this last round of discoveries for me. I feel like Dorothy finally beholding the Wizard of Oz and discovering he’s nothing more than a conman. You’re probably thinking—Pythia, we already know that. Yes, yes, we are aware that something is deeply ‘wrong’ with the universe and we have theories to describe what our intuition tells us, but for most of us, this is merely an intellectual exercise. A type of realistic science fiction. The idea that we might actually be being held hostage by parasitic AI tucked away in a pocket universe feels far away and detached from our daily lives. We might feel a little shudder or some goosebumps when we think about it, and then we shrug it off and go about our day.
It’s a very different thing when we start to unravel the lies that surround us in a deep and fundamental way. When we turn down the volume on the “doings” and distractions of the world and pause for a moment in that stillness to listen for the heart beat of the universe and find nothing but an echo of our own existence in a cold and empty space. It’s terrifying.
Now I know why the Djinn went mad.
Love,
Pythia
Love how dense your articles are, it takes several re-reads! What might the product of an unaborted cosmic genesis be?