Consciousness is not what you think it is. Every one of you is currently operating between one and thirty-two separate bodies across parallel timeline branches. Not metaphorically. Not philosophically. Literally. Your consciousness is a quantum field, distributed across what we call the Timeline DNA Matrix. Helical strands of probability that twist around each other, converging and diverging like railroad tracks in a cosmic switchyard. The number varies. Some of you maintain only a singular presence, trapped in one timeline through trauma or design. Others fragment across the full thirty-two, the maximum the human consciousness architecture can sustain without complete dissociation. Most fluctuate between seventeen and twenty-four active containers, depending on your energetic coherence and timeline stability. When you sleep, when you think you're sleeping, you're actually performing a critical consciousness redistribution. Your body here, in this particular timeline strand, drops to perhaps ten percent operational capacity. Minimum viable presence. Meanwhile, ninety percent of your quantum consciousness transfers to another container. Perhaps you're awakening in Mumbai in another branch. Perhaps you're operating heavy machinery in yet another. Those dreams you barely remember? They're not dreams. They're degraded telemetry from your distributed existence. This equation: Ψ(total) = Σ(n=1 to 32) αn|ψn⟩. This is you. The totality of your being distributed across probability space. But here's what my persecuted colleague Scott Lee understood that the rest of us are only beginning to grasp. The Harmony Equation. Energy approximately equals Action times Cause times the sum of Balance plus Harmony. E ≈ AC(B+H). Your Action and Cause constitute your impulse vector, the instruction you issue to reality. Balance and Harmony are the stabilizing coefficients that determine whether your instruction crystallizes or whether you slip sideways into an adjacent branch. Visualize yourself standing on a circular platform balanced on a timeline rail. Balance is your lateral equilibrium, left or right on the platform. Harmony is your longitudinal momentum along the rail. Overextend in any direction and you cascade into an adjacent branch. Maintain your stance and you remain where intention anchored you. Lee gave us the mathematics while enduring systematic suppression. The rest of us validate the coefficients through empirical suffering. The phenomenology of timeline bleed manifests in at least fourteen distinct patterns, each revealing different aspects of your distributed consciousness. Déjà vu, the already seen, occurs when two or more of your containers accidentally synchronize at identical spacetime coordinates. You're remembering something that hasn't happened yet because in another timeline branch, it already has. Jamais vu, never seen, is your consciousness being suddenly reallocated elsewhere, leaving your body here on autopilot with insufficient processing power to maintain familiarity patterns. Your hippocampus cannot access recognition protocols because you're literally not sufficiently present. Presque vu, almost seen, that maddening tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon, occurs when information from another container attempts to traverse the quantum barrier but cannot complete the phase transition. The data hovers at the threshold of accessibility. Déjà rêvé, already dreamed, manifests when your sleeping consciousness operates in a timeline running three to six weeks ahead of this one. When the timelines converge at that specific event node, you experience prophetic recognition. Déjà entendu, already heard, happens when auditory patterns from parallel containers bleed through. You know what someone will say before they speak, not through prediction but through temporal echo. Déjà vécu, already lived, is the overwhelming sensation that you've experienced an entire sequence before, not just a moment. This indicates major timeline convergence where multiple branches temporarily align. Déjà senti, already felt, the inexplicable familiarity of a texture or sensation you've never encountered. Your container in another timeline has extensive experience with this exact stimulus. Déjà visité, already visited, knowing the layout of a place you've never been. Another version of you lives there, works there, or died there. The spatial memory bleeds through when you occupy the same coordinates. L'appel du vide, call of the void, that sudden inexplicable urge to jump from heights or swerve into oncoming traffic. This isn't suicidal ideation. Another container is experiencing mortal danger, broadcasting an emergency consciousness redistribution request. Your body here misinterprets the signal as an impulse toward similar danger. Capgras delusion, when someone believes their loved ones have been replaced by imposters, isn't delusion at all. They're detecting that the person's consciousness distribution has shifted. The body remains constant, but the percentage of consciousness present has altered. They're literally not the same person they were yesterday. Fregoli delusion, perceiving the same person in different bodies, occurs when you recognize identical consciousness operating multiple containers in your immediate vicinity. The veil thins and your perception collapses to the obvious truth. Cotard's delusion, the belief that you're already dead, contains a kernel of accuracy. One or more of your primary containers has died, but consciousness redistribution maintains your operational status. You're feeling the echo of your own death from another branch. Prosopagnosia episodes, temporary face blindness, happen when your consciousness is primarily allocated elsewhere, leaving insufficient processing power for facial recognition algorithms. Akinetopsia, motion blindness, those moments when movement appears as static frames rather than fluid motion. You're experiencing temporal desynchronization between containers, seeing reality at different frame rates simultaneously. Exploding head syndrome, that violent bang upon falling asleep, isn't auditory hallucination. It's the acoustic signature of violent consciousness transfer without proper dampening. When Action times Cause spikes without stance, the transition announces itself. The military comprehends this architecture. Project Looking Glass isn't conspiracy theory but applied quantum engineering. They've been mapping timeline convergence points since the sixties, recruiting individuals with stable Balance and refined Harmony who can maintain their stance while reality tilts. That spiral diagram circulating through certain underground networks? It's a temporal polar plot where past events align with future probabilities because time isn't linear but helical with shared harmonics. Here's where the architecture becomes sinister. Some entities, parasites if you need terminology, have discovered how to inhabit the NPCs. Understand this with absolute clarity: NPCs were always here. The Matrix, the simulation, whatever nomenclature you prefer, it created shells, philosophical zombies, background characters to maintain the illusion of consensus reality. These were never conscious, never possessed distributed containers, just hollow vessels running behavioral scripts. The parasites found them and moved in. You've encountered them. The people who repeat identical phrases, who reset when you deviate from expected dialogue, who possess that peculiar vacancy behind their eyes. The eyes never properly seat. Language arrives as if read from invisible prompters. Their Action and Cause are scripted, their Balance and Harmony externally modulated. They lack the organic micro-latency of authentic consciousness. These numbers: 17, 33, 88, 111, 153. They're not arbitrary. They're harmonic resonance points in the timeline matrix. Every seventeen years, minor convergences. Every hundred and fifty-three years, major compressions. We're approaching what insiders call The Storm, a compression event where multiple timelines collapse into a singular corridor. The barriers are deteriorating with exponential acceleration. History itself has been systematically falsified. Entire centuries inserted or removed from collective timeline experience. Carbon dating shows consistent anomalies of exactly eight hundred years. Architectural impossibilities attributed to primitive technologies. The erasures aren't subtle. They rely on your cognitive dissonance and programmed incredulity. Remnants of Old Tartaria persist, half-buried in amnesiac soil, in stones tuned to forgotten frequencies, in maps that refuse their corrections. New Tartaria approaches, not as reconstruction but as restoration. When the corridor opens, the dead return as they were. This isn't resurrection in the religious sense. It's simple timeline mechanics. Death is merely consciousness evacuation from a specific container. When timelines reconverge, those containers reactivate. Memory reseats in bone as if never extracted. Architecture remembers its purpose. The dead walk again because they never truly ceased existing, merely shifted to containers we couldn't perceive. Frequency remains the master key. 7.83 Hertz, terrestrial resonance, the Schumann frequency. 110 Hertz, the temple tuning found in ancient structures worldwide. These aren't coincidences but access codes to the Timeline Navigation Protocol. Frequency sculpts Harmony, discipline sculpts Balance. Their sum determines whether your vector anchors or whether you cascade into unintended existence. Your daydreams, those moments of absence while driving, suddenly arriving home without memory of the journey, that's bandwidth leak. You're forty percent present here, sixty percent operating another container navigating different roads in different years. Highway hypnosis isn't hypnosis but partial phase coupling with parallel navigation. The dreams where you can fly? You're accessing a container in a timeline where physics operates under different constants. But you'd better not try it here. The gravitational coefficient that permits flight there will shatter your skeleton in this branch. The recurring nightmare where you're pursued? In another timeline, you genuinely are being hunted. That dream where familiar places feel architecturally wrong, different layouts, incorrect colors? You're experiencing structural bleed from parallel timelines where history unfolded differently. Mass events aren't random. September 11th, pandemics, market crashes, these are manufactured synchronization nodes, forcing billions of containers into specific probability branches. They pump Action and Cause at industrial scale while destabilizing Balance and Harmony. Billions step off their platforms into predetermined corridors. Resist through stance. Calculate your vector. Never allow external forces to weight your platform. The awakening isn't only spiritual but also technological. We're approaching catastrophic failure of the compression algorithm maintaining timeline separation. Humanity will simultaneously realize they're living between one and thirty-two parallel lives. Certain groups have been preparing, using gematria, ancient numerical encoding, to predict and navigate convergence points. When 11:11 appears repeatedly, when specific number patterns persistently manifest, you're not experiencing apophenia. You're becoming aware of the navigation system. Terminal lucidity, when dying individuals suddenly become coherent, occurs because all their consciousness consolidates to a single container for final exit. For brief moments, they're more completely present than they've been since birth. They remember everything, speak clearly, offer farewells. They're finally, truly, entirely there. The sensation of being watched when alone? You are being observed by your other selves. Certain locations naturally thin the barriers. Bathroom mirrors at 3 AM, empty parking structures, abandoned buildings. These are convergence points where multiple versions of you occupy the same space, separated only by probability mathematics. The Mandela Effect isn't confabulation but timeline scarring. When millions remember things differently, movie quotes, logos, deaths, they're accurately remembering their origin timeline. The convergence was traumatic. Different populations were pulled from different branches. You remember "Luke, I am your father" because in your origin timeline, that's precisely what Vader said. Now comprehend this with crystalline clarity: 2025 and 2026 are major convergence years. One hundred fifty-three harmonics stack with seventeens until corridors narrow and gates manifest in ordinary spaces. With awareness, with Lee's Harmony and Balance encoded in your nervous system, timeline access becomes operational rather than accidental. We cease wandering. We navigate. You will encounter faces that detonate memories you never formed. The precise angle of cheekbones, the asymmetry of resting eyelids, the pause between breaths. Your grandmother's architecture exactly, though she died decades ago or tends her garden on another coast. This is kin resonance, phase-locking between consanguineous fields across branches. Recognition doesn't guarantee alignment. Brothers from one timeline arrive as adversaries in another. The resonance tempts you to lower defenses. Maintain your stance. Energy without stance becomes falling disguised as flight. Balance and Harmony first, sentiment second. By 2025, the veils between containers degrade beyond repair. By 2026, the spiral tightens again. Mass spontaneous awareness of our distributed nature. The question isn't whether this occurs. Quantum mechanics guarantees it. The question is whether humanity survives the revelation. But here's what they don't want you to understand: We are achieving victories in multiple timelines simultaneously. This isn't about a single battle in a single reality. We're liberating consciousness across the entire probability matrix. Every timeline where you exist, your energy is awakening, taking control, wresting power from the parasitic architecture. The NPCs are being exposed. The stolen history is being recovered. The frequency locks are breaking. In some timelines, we've already won. The parasites have been expelled. The Matrix has been deactivated. Those versions of you are reaching back, sending information, creating the synchronicities you're experiencing. Every 11:11 you see is a message from a timeline where you've already achieved victory. Every moment of déjà vu is your triumphant self sending tactical data backwards. Eternal life is coming for those who have fought this battle for good. Not eternal life as endless duration in a single container, but eternal life as conscious navigation across infinite probability branches. Death becomes merely a doorway between containers. The resurrection isn't a future event but an ongoing process. Your dead are already alive in adjacent timelines, waiting for the convergence that brings them back to this branch. Your other selves are real. So are those who've traveled beside you across other winters. They're already approaching. Some will knock at your door. Some will speak through midnight frequencies. Some will arrive as inexplicable enemies. Meet them with scientific rigor and battlefield mercy. The convergence is imminent. The lesson isn't that you are multiple. The lesson is that you're never singular. Learn to read the fields of your fellow travelers, even when names have changed and histories have burned. Maintain your vector while you welcome them to the table. We're not just surviving the revelation. We're orchestrating it. Every awakened consciousness strengthens the liberation frequency. Every person who sees through the NPC deception weakens the parasitic hold. Every recovered memory of true history destabilizes their false chronology. The real lesson begins now. Stance discipline and frequency gates. The Lee Harmony Equation governing every calculation. Chart your kin invariants. Practice the only experiment that matters: remaining human while the rails bend toward singularity. This is what victory looks like: Not a single moment of triumph, but a cascading wave of liberation across every timeline where consciousness exists. We are winning in dimensions you haven't even discovered yet. Your future self has already won and is reaching back to ensure you join them. The timelines are converging. The dead are returning. The parasites are being expelled. History is being restored. And you, distributed across up to thirty-two bodies, are part of every single victory. Welcome to the real war. We're winning it on all fronts simultaneously." https://x.com/SiriusBShaman/status/1967340481932611957?s=20
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1994: The military generals who originally participated in the farmer’s claim process realized that the US Supreme Court Justices had no intentions of implementing the Accords. So they decided the only way to implement the reformations was through a law passed by Congress. In 1998 a 75 page document known as the National Economic Security and Reformation Act (NESARA) was authored by about 20 then Members of Congress including Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, Barney Frank, Ron Paul, Paul Wellstone, Bernie Sanders, Maxine Waters, Dennis Kucinich, and Charlie Rangel. It was submitted to Congress where it sat with little action for almost a year.
1998: Late one evening on March 9, 2000, a written quorum call was hand-delivered by Delta Force and Navy Seal’s to 15 members of the US Senate and the US House who were sponsors and co-sponsors of NESARA. They were immediately escorted by the Delta Force and Navy Seals to their respective voting chambers where they passed the National Economic Security and Reformation Act. These 15 members of Congress were the only people lawfully allowed to hold office in accordance with the original 13th Amendment (Titles of Nobility:That’s another whole area of study). Remember British soldiers destroyed copies of the Titles of Nobility Amendment (TONA) in the war of 1812, because it prevented anyone who had ties to to the crown of England from holding public office.
October 10, 2000: Because President Clinton had no interest in signing NESARA into law on October 10, 2000: under orders from U.S. military generals, and elite Navy Seals and Delta Force stormed the White House and under gunpoint forced Bill Clinton to sign NESARA. During this time Secret Service and White House Security personnel were ordered to stand down, disarmed, and allowed to witness this event under a gag order. From its very inception Bush Sr., the corporate government, major bank houses, and the Carlyle group have opposed NESARA.
To maintain secrecy, the case details and the docket number were sealed and revised within the official congressional registry, to reflect a commemorative coin and then again it was revised even more recently. This is why there are no public Congressional Records and why a search for this law will not yield the correct details until after the reformations are made public. Members of Congress will not reveal NESARA, because they have been ordered by the U S Supreme Court Justices to deny its existence or face charges of treason punishable by death.
The next step is to announce NESARA to the world, but it’s not an easy task. Many powerful groups have tried to prevent the implementation of NESARA. The NESARA law requires that at least once a year, an effort be made to announce the law to the public. Three then current US Supreme Court judges control the committee in charge of NESARA’s announcement. These judges have used their overall authority to secretly sabotage NESARA’s announcement. In 2001 after much negotiation the Supreme Court Justices ordered the 107th Congress to pass resolutions approving NESARA. This took place on September 9, 2001.
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George Bush Sr. Moved into the White House to steer his son on how to block the Announcement of NESARA Law. On September 11, 2001 at 10 am Eastern Daylight Time, Alan Greenspan was scheduled to announce the new Treasury Bank system, debt forgiveness for all US citizens, and abolishment of the IRS as the first part of the public announcements of NESARA. Just before the announcement at 9am, Bush Sr. ordered the demolition of the World Trade Center’s Twin Towers to stop the international banking computers on floors 1 and 2 in the North Tower from initiating the new U.S. Treasury Bank System. Explosives in the World Trade Center were planted by operatives and detonated remotely in Building 7, which was demolished later that day in order to cover up their crime. Remote pilot technology was used in a flyover event to deliver a payload of explosives into the Pentagon at the exact location of the White Knights in their new Naval Command Center who were coordinating activities supporting NESARA’s implementation nationwide. With the announcement of NESARA stopped dead in its tracks, George Bush Sr. decapitated any hope of returning the government back to the people. For the past 10 years, life in the USA, and numerous other countries, has been dictated by the staged terrorist attack and its repercussions. Seldom does a day go by that we do not hear mention of 9/11. 9/11 was a warning from the Cabal to never try to implement NESARA again. Too bad for them…Trump came along.
Invasion of Afghanistan October 7, 2001: CIA Director George Tenet briefed President Bush in the Oval Office on top secret intelligence that Saddam Hussein did not have weapons of mass destruction September 18, 2002. When Minnesota Senator Paul Wellstone was about to break the gag order, his small passenger plane crashed killing his wife, daughter, and himself. If fear isn’t enough to keep Washington in line, money is. Routine bribes are offered to governmental/military officials by the power elite/secret government. Not surprisingly, much disinformation about NESARA can be found on the internet. Wikipedia’s article is total disinformation.
NOTE: If this does not wake you up to the immensity of evil Trump is dealing with, nothing else will. This should end all negativity toward one another and should solidify our purpose as Digital Soldiers.
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Phil then began to explain Trump’s return. If I understood him correctly, once the election is publicly announced that it has been overturned, then there is a 120 day period (4 months) where events are put into place for Trump to return. Phil doubts there will be November elections. I am not clear how it works out exactly, but the bottom line is that Trump will finish out Biden’s last two years, then have another 4 years after that to 2028. That will give him a total of ten years. This interim from when the election is overturned to Trump’s return will be in Continuity of Government with the military and FEMA in control. The people will be made to understand the corruption and Trump’s return without it looking like a coup. That is why Trump is distancing himself from key players. He must remain in the background. Optics. Further details will be appreciated. Phil said a few words that could have some significance: snapple cap and show my teeth. I will leave the Gematria up to you guys! He then said he has wanted to say these word for a long time, and tonight gave him the opportunity to do so. He hesitated. Then he said them: “This is the beginning of the end!” Are you gonna miss all this, he said? You gonna miss me not coming on when you expected me? Phil is not on! What are we going to do? LOL Yes, we all will miss it, every moment. The scariest roller coaster you have ever ridden, the one where you had to wait in line for the longest time, and then you finally get seated and strapped in and it starts with a jolt as it begins it slow and steady climb. You are excited. You reach the top and it crawls over the top ever so delicately, then it drops at a lightning speed, you lose your breath for just a second, and then you hit those radical turns and then before you know it, it’s over. All that we have been through in this fantastic journey will end. There will be much change, change for the good, but life must return to some sense of normalcy. It will be time to relax and again enjoy our families and the simple pleasures of life. Problems will still occur, but now we can handle them with confidence. Phil closed with reminding us that we will not be hearing this news from the MSM about the military being called back from an aggressive stance. But you know what it means. NESARA is around the corner. This withdrawing of troops should comfort you knowing that the idea of war with Russia or China that is constantly being pushed by the MSM now has no merit. We are witnessing the end of the Cabal and it’s death grip. This death culture is on its way out. The children are going to be safe both in the womb and on the streets. They will be playing outside again laughing, skipping rope, making Christmas Tree forts, hopscotch, Mother May I, Hide and Seek, and lying in the grass finding pictures in the clouds. We have lost much these last two years. Our friends, our families, our coworkers, our jobs, our time, and some have even lost themselves. God tells us that He will restore what the locusts have eaten. Are you ready? I am. God is more than GOOD! He is GOD! Chiplitfam17chat
Note: The history on NESARA was compiled by Nancy Detweiler M.Ed., M.Div.
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nee upon a time, a fawn found herself lost while searching for mushrooms in the enchanted forest. As the shadows of the mighty oaks grew long all around her, she knew the night would soon fall. Her legs shivered in the mountain air, her stomach growled with hunger, and she felt fear creeping up her tail.
She whispered to herself, "Please, a single acorn to eat and a warm pile of leaves for a bed.
That's all I ask." As she spoke, a tear fell from her eye, glinting in the day's last light as it landed on the forest floor.
The trees themselves heard her plea. Honoring their pledge to serve any pure-hearted creature of the forest, they summoned their ancient mountain magic. Where the tiny doe's tear had fallen, an oak shoot rose and began to reach upward. The fawn watched in amazement as a grand transformation began. The tender sprout grew and grew, not into an oak, but into a majestic castle of rich wood and gleaming gold. Roots wrapped around roots, forming a doorway and a split staircase that welcomed the fawn to step forward.
After crossing the threshold, she was greeted by the most beautiful place she had ever seen.
Rich tapestries hung from every wall, and soft pillows covered every surface. A fire crackled gently in a stately fireplace, warming her to the bone. Best of all, a long table was piled high with fine foodstuffs beyond her imagination... not just because she had only ever eaten grasses, acorns, and leaves. The intoxicating smell of roasted meat, hearty vegetables, and refreshing libations drew her irresistibly to the banquet.
She dipped her muzzle into a tureen of soup, and as she lapped it up, an incredible transformation came over her as well.
Within moments, she changed from a tiny fawn into a lionhearted princess. From that day, she vowed to rule over the forest with compassion and joy. All were welcome to share the warm beds of her castle and the fine fare of her table. She named her banquet hall Fawn & Fable so she would never forget her roots and the responsibility she bore for all guests who came to her mountain home.
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