Jack Heart's Conversations From The Porch

Above: My daughter playing with a UFOWater to Gas Andrija Puharich: Water Decomposition by AC Elecrolysis >What is the oldest carbon dated manuscript from Galen, and please don’t hand me a book from 1825? I’m not Danny Jones. Hillman hands Jones a book from the twenty-two volume travesty of Karl Gottlob Kuhn, scribbled from 1821 – 1833, on this so said Greek and Roman physician Aelius Galenus who “lived during the second and third century…”At best Kuhn based his academically flawed work on the earlier work of Réné Chartier who soiled the earth from 1572-1654. He was a physician, you know the guys with the leeches who were helpless against the plague, in the court of Henri IV and of Louis XIII and said to be a professor of surgery in the Collège Royal. Whether he ever actually performed any surgery is open to debate.What is not open for debate is “René Chartier played a leading role in the an essential pivot that should be highlighted. Because it’s a double a trial that serves as a backdrop to the Chartier adventure : the trial of one of the most mocked and execrated publishers in history, useless link in the transmission of Galen and Hippocrates, a convenient foil to the Achievements of German philologists ; and the trial of ancient and modern treatises at the origin of the inauthentic or doubtful treatises of the Galé- whose importance for the history of medicine is often minimal. even though the criteria for authenticity have still not been established.” At best his sources, if he didn’t just fabricate the whole thing as most academics suspect, are from the “oldest acts of the Grande Chartreuse (1086-1133) with proposals for new dates (1086-1097 to c. 1147),” (1)The vast majority of Septuagint manuscripts are late-antiquity and medieval manuscript versions of the Christian Greek Old Testament tradition. (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) The original sources are pieced together from fragments which very well could be doctored chewing gum wrappers:Hillman makes it a point to be theatrically derisive when another well-known Greek scholar suggests on video to Danny Jones that he is not taking into account that the Septuagint is written in Hebrew-Greek. Hillman insists, mocking the scholar on Jones and later his own site, “there is no such thing.” Cambridge University begs to differ: “But the Greek which the Jews of Alexandria learnt to speak was neither the literary language employed by the scholars of the Museum, nor the artificial imitation of it affected by Hellenistic writers of the second and first centuries B.C.’ It was based on the 2αζοῖς of the Alexandrian streets and markets—a mixture, as we may suppose, of the ancient spoken tongue of Hellas with elements gathered from Macedonia, Asia Minor, Egypt, and Libya. Into this hybrid speech the Jewish colony would infuse, when it became their usual organ of communication, a strong colouring of Semitic thought, and not a few reminiscences of Hebrew or Aramaic lexicography and grammar. Such at any rate is the monument of Jewish-Egyptian Greek which survives in the earlier books of the so-called Septuagint.” (7)The story of how the Septuagint came into existence is naught but a stylized parable that only an academic rube could buy as a recounting of actual facts. ‘Six elders from twelve tribes, seventy-two the number of powers in the letters of god’s name in the tetragrammaton, complete the translation in seventy-two days’:“Demetrius Phalereus’, who is described as librarian of the royal library at Alexandria, had in conversation with the King represented the importance of procuring for the library a translation of the Jewish laws (7a τῶν Ἰουδαίων νόμιμα μεταγραφῆς agi καὶ τῆς παρὰ σοὶ βιβλιοθήκης εἶναι). Philadelphus fell in with the suggestion, and despatched an embassy to Jerusalem with a letter to the High Priest Eleazar, in which the latter was desired to send to Alexandria six elders learned in the law from each of the tribes of Israel to execute the work of translation. In due course the seventy-two elders, whose names are given, arrived in Egypt, bringing with them a copy of the Hebrew Law written in letters of gold on a roll composed of skins (σὺν… «ταῖς διαφόροις διφθέραις ev ais ἡ νομοθεσία γεγραμμένη χρυσογραφίᾳ τοῖς ᾿Ιουδαικοῖς γράμμασι). Α banquet followed, at which the King tested the attainments of the Jewish elders with hard questions. Three days afterwards the work of translation began. The translators were conducted by Demetrius along the Heptastadion’ to the island of Pharos, where a building conveniently furnished and remote from the distractions of the city was provided for their use. Here Demetrius, in the words of Aristeas, ‘exhorted them to accomplish the work of translation, since they were well supplied with all that they could want. So they set to work, comparing their several results and making them agree; and whatever they agreed upon was suitably copied under the direction of Demetrius….In this way the transcription was completed in seventy-two days…” (8)Citations1 – Petit, Caroline. “René Chartier (1572-1654) and the authenticity of galenic treatises.” Academia. 2012. Web. https://tinyurl.com/5n8k4jy8>.2 – Sidney Jellicoe, The Septuagint and modern study, 1968, pp. 175, Ch. VII: “For the manuscripts the familiar threefold classification into (1) Uncials, (2) Cursives, and (3) Papyri and Fragments has been adopted, although (see p. 176, n. 1, infra) it is not entirely”3 – Wolfgang Kraus, R. Glenn Wooden, Septuagint research: issues and challenges, 20064 – Natalio Fernández Marcos, The Septuagint in Context: Introduction to the Greek Version of the Bible, 2000, Ch. 155 – Cécile Dogniez, Bibliography of the Septuagint, 1995 [This volume is a successor to “A Classified Bibliography of the Septuagint (Brill, Leiden 1973), by S.P. Brock, C. T. Fritsch and S. Jellicoe, for the literature on the Septuagint published between 1970 and 1993.”6 – Swete, Henry Barclay, Thackeray, H. St. J. (Henry St. John), An introduction to the Old Testament in Greek, published 1900 by Cambridge University Press. https://archive.org/details/introductiontool00swet/page/8/mode/2up>.7 – Ibid, p9.8 – Ibid, pp10-11I am sick and tired of the military and various inappropriately named “intelligence” agency’s perpetrating frauds like Hillman on the internet. My name is Jack Heart and if you haven’t heard of me that illustrates my point. When I started out writing for Veterans Today in 2014, I was hailed on Reddit as the newly crowned king of the internet. Millions read me on VT on its mirror sites and in Nexus Magazine. Back then in the free-market internet you didn’t just crawl forth from your mother’s basement to become an overnight icon in the alternative media. You had to bring something to the table, whether it be inside information, or access to sources that were not available to anyone else. I had both. – Ammon Hillman is Full of Shit – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Devils and Gods Among Us by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Matilda, the Devils Mommy (Devils and Gods Among Us II) by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org) This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

He couldn’t leave well enough alone, I really liked the kid but then he had to go steal from me, not just the story but even Orages picture. That’s what happens when you make a deal with fake devils. They make you cross a real one then there’s all Hell to pay. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

“This man has the factions and financial players figured out. He worked in the CITY OF LONDON.” – D from BLMYea I’ll include it in my new post, right we could have won this war walking away but it would have had to feature an invasion with a quarter million men from the south, arming the Kurds and Azizi and sending them in from the north and funding an Iranian revolution. That fat fuck and his handelers never intended on winning this war unlike the Dubya administration with the Iraq war. This is all a scam, they raised the price a dollar a gallon at the pumps before the first shots were ever fired and they ain’t moved since. Homeboy is correct oil will have to be nationalized like Russia but it’s gonna take a Marxist revolution like Russia. Nobody needs as much fucking money as Shelly and anyone who thinks they do needs a bullet right between the eyes… This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Mar 13, 2026 #redacted#claytonmorris#natalimorris Explore the shocking allegations surrounding the use of advanced nanotechnology by intelligence agencies to influence and control human cognition. This deep dive investigates the potential impact on global society and the ethical concerns surrounding a future where our thoughts may no longer be private. Join us as we examine the evidence and discuss what these developments could mean for the future of humanity: WORLD EXCLUSIVE! INTEL AGENCIES USING GRAPHENE OXIDE TO CONTROL HUMAN THOUGHT, HAVANA SYNDROME LINKThis video is not even the half of it; we did three On the Porch’s early in the game but even before that I was doing things on Patreon like the one that got me thrown off of there. “Tiny monsters in the vaccine. Make me happy make me feel fine.” A play on the Don Ho classic champagne drinking song; Tiny Bubbles. Patreon swore it was hate speech and deleted my platform, much of it not even backed up, that they had swindled me out of thousands of dollars on. The Graphene Oxide is the molecular composition of the Black Goo. But as HP Lovecraft points out in The Mountains of Madness where he calls the agglutination a Shoggoth, its sentient…Jack Heart’s Conversations from the porch – Episode 5 – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsJack Heart’s Conversations from the porch – Episode 9 the Black Goo 2022 – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsJack Heart’s Conversations from the Porch – Episode 11 – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsIn an extended form, this extract from the third edition of Coevolution, was published in Nexus Magazine in April of 2019. Just before or right about the time of the COVID debacle. To say it put a spanner in the works, as far as publication of the completed third edition, is an understatement. So much so, we still wait for publication. There are no coincidences in this world, timing has its own master.” – Alec Newald“Thus, did time pass with me, and slip by, if time there still was what do I know thereof! But at last, there happened that which awoke me. Keys did I carry, the rustiest of all keys; and I knew how to open with them the most creaking of all gates.” – Zarathustra (dream interpretation)They (black goo and its trainers or owners or black goo in its own right) are (is) very advanced, and you might want to consider it, them, to be a form of Artificial Intelligence or AI, a self-aware entity with no real form of its own, save for its projected holographic hallucinations. AI, as a name, is used here in this description only because my mind does not have an alternate descriptive word for something that is mostly beyond my understanding. What I’ve written below is all I have in as much as an understanding. We are talking here of something quite possibly outside of human understanding, if you were to meet with any true alien intelligence, something that has not grown up in our own familiar environment, a conversation of any sort is not going to be anything like Hollywood has projected our way. How do you converse with an ant, and likewise, you as that ant, how to you converse with us?thus, as it was told to me:Flat liners, as you might more readily comprehend them. Some call them demons, and you might relate to that description, as they can exist in your mind as easily as outside it, once inside, you will no longer be the master of your own destiny. They exist outside of you only in a two-dimensional reality, but they can project a vision of what you might recognize as 3D object or person. Call it a digital projection if we must talk in the computer-like matrix.They can’t take on food as you might understand; they feed off strong emotional impulses, which are not unlike feeding off electrical currents; as would any computer, if it were to have a life of its own. Of course, all biological life has strong currents of an electrical nature within them, but you as humans also have emotions which provide additional nutrients to said life forms. So, the flat liners have no shortage of food if they can manage to activate all your related buttonsBiological life is someone’s attempt to leave the computer game and experience real interactive experiences with like creatures. I guess you might consider the AI or flat liners as a precursor to biological life. A first draft, but it must have been very unfulfilling or so we assume. I realize this does not identify your real god or designer, but we do believe that biological life is only a projection from the source. It uses DNA as you might understand it as a receiver, so units of DNA type structure appear to have been seeded through the universe or several universes. Whoever it is using this tool then projects itself, or a portion of itself, rather like in a radio wave or one of you television stations, to be reassembled as living tissue through the Conduit of DNA. What you consider to be your soul is but a standing wave of condensed memory, a learning facility if you wish to express it in those terms, which seem to be able to hold form or structure and be used again and again.We all appear to be a part of this matrix. We are as puzzled as you as to what the unit which might call it-self the source actually is. All we do know is we are only a projection of its intent, a tool of its desire to know physical form, which is why we presume this source has no form of its own. Our observations of life in the universe over millions of earth like years, suggest nothing else but a desire to experience life in as much diversity as possible from this unit of source.Perhaps the conflict between its first creation, the flat-liners, and subsequent creation (us) is of long-standing amusement to the source, how can we know for sure? But a conflict we have, and that is what we require you to help us with.Now the Elders tell me a little of their own ancestral history of exploration.The Elder race before our (now time) was vastly more advanced in the sciences than we are even today. They managed to see through this façade that confronts us on a daily basis and being inquisitive they wanted to know more about its construct. They wanted to see if they could mimic this existence, alter it even for their own gain. They found that there was in fact two layers to this world they lived in, it appeared that someone or something might have had more than one attempt to construct what we call reality. The first was rather like an early DOS system of computerization, lacking finesse, lacking the depth to expand itself. I’m not a computer expert so this is difficult to express in words. But it was never cancelled and still exists outside of time and the reality we call home. You might call this the original world of AI (Artificial Intelligence)This was almost a 2D reality, a black and white world of no depth, the Elders called it and all those that resided within it ‘Flat Liners’. Yes, this world was inhabited! But what does this mean? Simply there is a better version, now, one that upgrades itself periodically. One that has no limits to its dimensions, worlds, constructs. It’s a self-learning world full of colour and depth, welcome to our world, our universe.BUT! We are not really part of it, we partake of it from without, we come from elsewhere and even the Elders have not figured out that mystery. They have ideas about it or us but have never been able to crack the code to enter the next level of existence. Their desire to do so is overwhelming and without precedence. That is directly connected to their interactions with us as a species and their desire to take up residence on planet earth itself.While they explored the first world, the world of the Flat Liners, they soon discovered it was not without its dangers. The technology they used to access this world had become contaminated, rather like a virus in a computer program. Just because the world was far simpler that the expanded universe version, did not mean it was less sophisticated in a technical sense. Its forte was indeed much like the world inside a computer chip but with additional benefits. It could replicate much that it came in contact with, especially outside technology and learn from it. Yes, it was AI in its true and highest format, self-replicating self-learning. It had a sense of survival just as we do, to become stronger, smarter. It used its expertise to travel back with the visitors inside their technology. Even though the explorers, the cyber-nauts I might call them; for this is a world we have yet to see, let alone explore.These explorers protected themselves adequately enough as you might expect when you travel into uncharted waters, but they did not protect their equipment totally, as they did not fully understand how this world functioned. I have no doubt some of this information was given to me so that one day, sooner or later, someone with a mind to see what I describe here might heed the warning signs. They were soon forced to learn all they could about this cosmic virus. It was discovered that other races had been there and done that before them, and that some had actually harnessed the virus to do work for them.It was about now the Blue’s dropped a bomb shell on me by suggesting our own world, the earth, was infected with a derivative of this AI type plague. This abomination has become known in the alternate community as ‘Black Goo’ for reasons I cannot fathom, for none that have given it that name knows anything about it. It is talked about by strangers to me as if they know it well. Very few of our kind have ever come face to face with this entity or construct and lived to tell the tale.And so, the Coevolution story was born to try and fill that void. Maybe it’s already too late! – AlecIt was around 2015 that my editor at Veterans Today Gordon Duff brought up the viscous black substance first introduced as science fiction in the mid-nineties with “Piper Maru,” the fifteenth episode of the third season of the X Files and the plot’s antagonist in the 1998 X Files Movie.Both he and the X Files had brought up things before, which according to consensus are science fiction that I know from personal experience to be true, but I literally scoffed at the idea of sentient oil. I’d seen a lot of things, but I’d never seen anything like that.Nevertheless, I received an email on 10/24/2015, which may or may not have been intended for me to read. It was written by Duncan Roads, owner editor of Nexus Magazine and the undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the alternative media. – Jack“Hi allSeems like this guy is aware of the stuff Aco and the Rubicon station team were talking about.He’s writing stuff over at Veteran’s Today under the name of Jack Heart.Check out some of his correspondence with us in relation to an article we are republishing from VT below.Note the B-Z transition reference, if that aint a BEZERK reference nothing is!Also looks like the Germans probably DID find the black ‘goo’ when they went down and explored and staked out their chunks of Antarctica before WWII.Anyway, we have a lead with the bacteria reference.Please put it up on CHANI, and the BEZERK thread as you see fit.Am bcc’ing this to some others.The only thing left out is his mention that whatever this ‘black goo’ is, it is as serious as it gets.It seems to me that he has yet another perspective or piece of the jigsaw puzzle.The other pieces that I am keeping are:– the Alec Newald ETs that were trying to figure out a way to negate the stuff on those islands south of the Falklands back in the 70s– the David Griffin research on the suicided Marconi scientists, who seemed to be connected to ‘programmable hydraulic/transmission fluids’– Acolyte and the Rand-based Rubicon revealers who released the above in real-time through the BEZERK thread at GLP– Ditto for the release of the CHANI material, which also makes reference to oil becoming deadly and not being used.There are a growing number of others claiming intel on all the above, and getting a ‘name’ for this being ‘their’ topic; and there are even products available relating to this. Klaus’s stuff makes we wary. Corey Goode’s stuff – well I don’t know – but the background context I agree with.Behind the scenes, my own contacts confirm that this is as about as serious as it gets. Lots of ETs working on it, but getting nowhere.Acolyte and Rubicon team all believed that those that created this stuff are coming back very soon, and that the ‘cavalry’ would arrive at the same time. I never did figure out who was who, and I’m not sure that they knew for sure either.Maybe Jack is right and it is that bacteria. Acolyte always said that the ‘organism’ hitch-hiked on favoured mediums, i.e. oil and water.AI, or AI bacteria – heck maybe even bacteria IS AI by some definition when you look at it.The Rubicon team (who sit above all known intel agencies in the hierarchy) believed that from January 19th 2011 onwards – that ‘it’ would ‘happen’. But they also discussed that China (who has the ability to negate or protect somehow from/with this organism) said that we have until at least 2016.China was onto this years ago – they either have a direct relationship with the originators behind this ‘threat’ or they have a relationship with those that can negate it. Those time-locked briefcases were real – even Fulford heard of them – and they demonstrated China’s superiority in handling this problem.I’m on the road for the next two months. USA, then Europe then back down under.Until the next relevant piece of intel on this subject …Duncan”The Biggest Threat to Humanity? Black Goo by JASON KEHECULTUREAUG 24, 2022 7:00 AMSeen most recently in sci-fi shows like Westworld and Severance, the sinister substance also exists in the real world—where it may control us all.THERE IS A question, the answer to which could change the world. It is a simple question. A terrifying question. The question is this: What the hell happened to graphene?Maybe you remember graphene. It got big, oh, 10-ish years ago, around the time when two University of Manchester researchers won the Nobel Prize for “discovering” it. That’s in scare quotes because all they really did, in a now famous example of serendipity in the sciences, was peel a piece of literal sticky tape off graphite—the stuff in literal pencils—and notice, basically by accident, that the residual flakes comprised a single layer of carbon atoms. Behold: graphene, the world’s first “2D material.” And that’s in quotes because, well, you can still see it with the naked eye. So it’s obviously got some dimensionality of the third kind to it.Technicalities aside: Graphene was a miracle material, a carbonaceous coup. It was as if some alien had handed us the keys to the future. Stiff but stretchy. Microthin but superstrong. Translucent but impermeable, and transistorizable to boot. Immediately, scientists promised us the stars. Flying cars! Viscous drug-delivery droids! Elevators from Earth to the freaking space station! “The visions, the predictions of sci-fi writers and tech gurus,” Manchester U announced in a video, “are finally within our grasp.” “It was as if science fiction had become reality,” said a Samsung exec. Quantum this and superconducting that. Billions of dollars invested. Labs set up everywhere.Then … nothing.Well, not nothing. These days, you can find graphene in, like, phones and stuff. Some people do origami with it. But that’s not a space elevator. Or even an unbreakable condom (one of the more modest promises). How can that be? How can the most miraculous material in the history of the world, funded up the wazoo, all but dematerialize? The official explanation goes something like: Science is slow, the market resists change, and graphene’s probably too good at what it does anyway, so let’s look at other 2D materials instead. “Old news,” was how one materials scientist put it to me. He didn’t seem to understand why I wanted to talk about graphene at all.I wanted to talk about it because … the truth is out there, and there’s something slimy going on. Think about it. If you’ve ever actually played with graphene, maybe made a solution of it, or spiked it with some acid to transform it into graphene oxide, then you know what it can look like. It can look quite scary, indeed like slime, all black and gooey, even alive. You also know what this could mean.It could mean that the official explanation for what happened to graphene, the “scientific” explanation, is a lie. It could mean that graphene didn’t just dematerialize but, quite the opposite, rematerialized. It could mean that the worst thing that couldn’t happen, did happen.It could mean that graphene turned into a substance of purest evil—black goo—and took over the world.OF COURSE, YOU’RE not supposed to know this. You’re not supposed to know that you’re being mind-controlled, right now, by a self-replicating mutagenic xeno-substance that was initially sold to us as the key to the future. So the proof of its existence is hidden in the only place it can be hidden. It’s hidden in science fiction.This year alone, black goo—the science-fictional name for the science-factual graphene oxide—has seeped its way into not one but two sci-fi shows, Severance and Westworld. Three if you count Stranger Things, where it was sighted in earlier seasons. These sightings and intertextual seepages—sublimations, clearly, of real-world torments—are too consistent to be coincidental. They are signs that cannot be ignored.Start with Westworld, whose latest season finds the robots in complete control of humankind. This they accomplished, the robot-in-chief indicates, using a combination of flies, parasites, and, yes, black goo. We see vats of the stuff in a hidden lair, glistening sickly. It seems to be the medium in which the parasites are grown—a callback to the first major appearance of black goo in the canon, the OG, the Original Goo itself: the Purity virus in The X-Files.Middle of season 3, you remember. French salvagers discover an alien vessel deep in the ocean and mysteriously die, but a diving suit belonging to one of them is covered, Mulder discovers, in “some kind of oil.” (Black goo is variously referred to as black oil, black cancer, black bile, black blood, etc. All the same stuff.) Is it possible the oil is, as he later puts it, “a medium used by alien creatures to body-jump”? That’s as far as Westworld’s callback takes it: black-goo-as-medium. But X-Files knows the whole truth. Thanks to science-minded Scully, we learn in season 5 that the body-snatcher is some sort of “vermiform organism” that gets “attached to the pineal gland.” Translation: Black goo isn’t just medium. It’s also monster.Sometimes, the victims of black engooment in X-Files survive, so long as the stuff safely, if violently, self-ejects from eyes and mouth. Not so much the victims in the Alien franchise, which constitutes the goo’s best-known modern manifestation. As one of the franchise’s tie-in video games puts it: “Any living thing that comes into direct contact with the black goo”—known technically, in this universe, as Chemical A0-3959X.91-15—“will either die horribly, give birth to monsters, or become a monster themselves.” You see a lot of this oozy, unrecoverable infection in Prometheus. Also in Rakka, a little-known short film by Neill Blomkamp, where Sigourney Weaver leads a last hurrah in 2020 Texas against alien colonizers equipped with black-goo weaponry that can somehow both control minds and obliterate buildings.Obviously, the sci-fi record isn’t perfectly clear on the workings of black goo; it is, by its nature, impossible to grasp. In Miyazaki movies, it tends to be ecologically terrorizing; in Luc Besson’s Lucy, it’s some sort of sparkly transhumanist supercomputing … thing. (Perhaps not so coincidentally, Scarlet Johansson, Lucy’s Lucy, also stars in Under the Skin, as an alien who drowns and eats men in a sea of black goo.) In Severance, it’s more metaphorical, a visual symbol for the ways in which separate realities bleed into and out of each other. Same goes for Stranger Things, where it’s a kind of interdimensional trespasser. The specifics, though, are somewhat beside the point. The medium is the metaphor is the monster is the message, and the message is this: Whatever black goo is, it’s alien, everywhere, and “the source of all evil on the planet.”That last quote isn’t from science fiction, by the way. It’s from a real YouTube video. It’s from real life.LAST YEAR, GRETA Thunberg, the world’s most famous climate activist, was inducted into an international, perhaps even intergalactic, society of black goo worshippers. For proof, look no further than the cover of The Guardian magazine, where she’s pictured with a slick black substance dripping down her face. The Guardian claimed it was a harmless mixture of olive oil and finger paint, meant to symbolize “a human oil spillage,” but sleuthy Redditors know the truth: It was graphene oxide. It was black goo.The black goo society has many famous acolytes, and they’re not exactly subtle about demonstrating their allegiance. In the music video for “When the Party’s Over,” Billie Eilish downs a glass of black goo, and then proceeds to cry it out of her eyes. As citizen symbologists have pointed out, on Facebook and other such truth-telling platforms, this same type of goo, oozing optically in precisely the same way, can also be found in works from the likes of Lady Gaga, Christina Aguilera, Kim Kardashian, Rihanna, Madonna, and the cast of American Horror Story. All members of the society. All servants of the goo.To what, specifically, do they devote their worshipful energies? To maintaining the goo’s hold on humanity, of course. Nobody knows exactly how it got here. Some say a spaceship carrying the stuff crash-landed in prehistoric Antarctica, where it lay in wait until an opportunistic defrosting and subsequent global spreading. Others say that, roughly 16,000 years ago, ancient aliens poured consciousness down on our planet in the form of a “black rain” that, corrupted over the centuries by humanity’s never-ending recourse to violence, thickened into the substance we now know as black goo. (For a modern-day interpretation of this genesis event, see the opening scene of Prometheus, where humanity’s common alien ancestor drinks black goo, disintegrates, and seeds Earth’s waters with its DNA.) Whatever the case, deposits of black goo have, historically, been hard to locate. We do know the Nazis relied on secret reserves of it for their dark powers, and, according to various documentaries you can watch for free on the internet, the Falklands War was fought over it. Thatcher wanted to weaponize this “sentient oil,” and she probably succeeded.It’s scary stuff, and people are still piecing together the effects it’s had, and continues to have, on civilization. “Unfortunately,” as one Facebooker reports, “the Black Goo genome sequence is so profound, it could take decades to hundreds of years for the body to decode.” Occasionally, the body rejects it, as in the infamous case, reported on even by the BBC, of the UFO researcher Max Spiers, who vomited up two liters of black liquid before he died (in the company of his sci-fi publisher) in 2016. Most of the time, however, you don’t know it’s inside you, nanotoxically influencing your every thought and action. That’s one reason many believe it’s graphene oxide, whose capabilities include a programmability that’s consistent with the mind-control effects of black goo. Also, graphene oxide is commonly abbreviated to GO. GO. Black GOo.“If you stumble into this topic for the first time,” says Harald Kautz-Vella, “it is something weird, something strange, something that is not important within the daily life.” A German chemist and activist, Kautz-Vella is perhaps the world’s leading authority on black goo, the Grand Goobah; you can watch his many talks about it on YouTube. For him, black goo is impenetrable—until you attempt to penetrate it. It’s the hidden source of aggression in the world, the thing that makes us “empathy-free” and “cold-hearted.” (The first time he came into contact with black goo, for instance, it instantly made him want to beat up women.) But “once you manage to understand what black goo is,” he says, “it gives you a completely different understanding of the question ‘What rules our life?’” And what rules our life is this very substance. GO. Goo. From goo did life arise, on goo does life depend, and to goo will life ultimately decay.SO THERE YOU have it. That’s what happened to graphene. It’s everywhere. It’s superpowerful. Some people even say it’s in the Covid vaccines. That’s the truth.“The truth,” anyway. Which is in scare quotes because … well, you know. Ours is a world where the best story wins, and the best story is always a fiction, a liquid truth. Facts don’t sell science; space elevators do. Science fiction captivates and completes us, in a way mundane reality never will.In “Skin of Evil,” episode 23 of the first season of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Captain Picard faces off against a force of purest evil, a life-form that self-assembles from a puddle of black goo. Once, the being claims, it was good; now, it is merely goo. It used to be part of a tribe of noble titans, until they gave up all that was evil, and left the goo behind to rot, alone, on a forgotten planet. “So here you are,” Picard says, “feeding on your own loneliness, consumed by your own pain, believing your own lies.”Such is the truth, the actual truth, of the goo. The truth is simple, and the truth is terrifying. The truth is this: The goo is real, and the goo will kill you. For the goo is the opposite of hope—its shadow, conspiracy. “Shall I tell you what true evil is?” Picard says, before leaving the goo, for the rest of time, to its eternal damnation. “It is to submit to you.”Sourced from The Biggest Threat to Humanity? Black Goo | WIREDTo watch the 1998 X Files Movie: https://tinyurl.com/ee9vj7daIt should surprise no one that the British aristocracy has ended up murdering the entire world in the interest of their own avarice. Even in the 1998 X Files movie a shady cabal of billionaires, led by a British aristocrat and based somewhere in England, ended up unleashing the sentient oil upon the hapless world.They already had all the money, but it wasn’t enough This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

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Crusaders Blow Ayatollah Khamenei Right Out of his Mothers Bathrobe by Jack HeartAs of 2026 Persia’s (“Iran’s”) population stood at just over ninety-three million. Not even forty million of them are Muslim, (1) with the vast majority of those being Shia Muslim. It’s been forty-seven years now since Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, a man who dragged Persia kicking and screaming out of the dark ages, was deposed by cavemen, with a fetish for wearing women’s bathrobes. These backwards ignoramuses, with the full support of the Wests already globalist media, then proceeded to plunge this ancient and venerable civilization into Sharia Law.In spite of globalist Islamic propaganda, the only real precedent for this medieval style legislation is the Pakastani and Afghanistan Naqshbandiyya-Sunni-Hanafi-Deobandi interpretation of Islam, perfectly suited for existing in a permanent state of war but anathema to the joy of existence and any kind of quality of life. (2) Under this misogynistic nightmare of government women are systematically tortured for the unforgivable sin of being more attractive than Islams epileptic camel jockey of a prophet, Mohammad. They are relegated to second class citizenship and made to cover both their body’s and their hair. Any transgressions are routinely punished with unspeakably sadistic forms of execution.Under Sharia Law not even dogs are safe. A dog can be shot and its owner made to pay for the bullet for the heinous crime of walking down the street on a leash. Somehow in this confused Wahabi/Deobandi interpretation of the Quran some chimpanzee of a Mullah has decided that dogs are unclean. This in spite of Aṣḥāb al-Kahf, an enigmatic surah of the Quran where seven young men are made to sleep in a cave for three hundred years “while their dog stretched its forelegs at the entrance…” (Qur’an 18:18) faithfully guarding over them. (3)For forty-seven years Persians have suffered the Nietzschean ressentiment of genetically defected Imams whose hatred is focused on all that is noble and aesthetic. Starting with the depraved peanut farmer from Georgia American presidents have sat idly by while the demented sycophants of these flee bitten “holy” men sacked their embassy, took their citizens hostage and chanted death to America. Globalist President Barack Hussein Obama actually sent them 1.7 billion dollars in cash loaded on a pallet, even as they floundered away at building a nuclear missile capable of hitting an American city. No one seemed to care till they started chanting death to Israel too.I have no illusions as to what Israel is and who Benjamin “Bibi” Netanyahu is but sometimes it is necessary to slay a devil with a bigger and stronger devil. Nietzsche said to be careful fighting monsters, lest you become one yourself, but Muslims, funded with Iranian oil money and backed by the treasonous European Union, have occupied Europe and been adamant that they will accept no law but Sharia Law. We are long past worrying about our own humanity and must sacrifice it for the greater good of western civilization. We didn’t start the Fourth Crusade; they did but we dam well better finish it because some of our women don’t deserve Sharia Law, contrary to what our globalist media would have you believe.Persia is the birthplace and the historical citadel of the most ancient of all organized religion, Zarathustrianism, the elucidation of the eternal struggle between good and evil. They say the fire of Zarathustra can never be extinguished but I guess it took a man in a red hat to rekindle it…Citations1 – “Muslim Population by Country 2026.” World Population Review. 2026. Web. https://worldpopulationreview.com/country-rankings/muslim-population-by-country>.2 – Heart, Jack. “Afghanistan – the Shadow of Evil (reblog).” The Human. 16 Feb 2014. Web. https://jackheartblog.org/wp/2014/02/afghanistan-shadow-of-evil-reblog/.html>.3 – “The Dog in Surah al-Kahf (The Cave).” Quran. 13 Jun 2025. Web. https://www.mehbooba.com/the-dog-in-surah-al-kahf-the-cave/>. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

America dies like a slug doused with salt, writhing in agony from terminal pain it is too stupid to Understand. It should be apparent by now that no child of Abraham will ever see another sunrise. Yet even as her guts spill out onto the pavement she still sputters on, croaking about Christian Nationalism while she pretends not to notice there is a Rabbi in her Froot Loops.No less a philosopher than Friedrich Nietzsche noted over a hundred years ago in On the Genealogy of Morality: A Polemic: “the Jews are the most disastrous people in world history: they have left such a falsified humanity in their wake that even today Christians can think of themselves as anti-Jewish without understanding that they are the ultimate conclusion of Judaism.” The entire twentieth century belonged to the Jew. First on behalf of Great Britains Round Table (Pilgram Society) the Jew stole all the money by installing little known homosexual and easily blackmailable halfwit Woodrow Wilson who instituted the Federal Reserve, ironically while Americans were on holiday celebrating the birth of their effeminate Jewish god. Then the Jew got his hapless goyim cretons to crusade against National Socialism, the only viable form of government ever invented, on behalf of the central bank’s usury.The Irish who had suffered genocide in the potato famine under the conniving auspices of the Jews led by Banjamin Disraeli and were murdered wholesale in the Easter Rebellion found themselves fighting for the perpetrators of the atrocities. The Germans and Italians found themselves slaughtering their own kin for the glory of the City of London and in the interest of the Rothschilds. His Christian dupes bled out all over the western hemisphere and the Jew could almost taste his New World Order.He set about destroying the Nuclear Family by initiating his so said women’s liberation movement led by Jewish lesbians like Gloria Steinman. It was easy. By now the dickless Christian “men” had allowed him to buy up all the publishing houses, seeded control of cinema to him and on a daily basis greedily devoured his intellectual vomit euphemistically called newspapers. The Jew was hardly done. He used his strangle hold on the media to normalize homosexuality with television shows like MASH and pedophilia with books like Lolita. When he wasn’t creating depraved filth euphemistically called entertainment, through nepotism, the Jew seized control of the judicial and political systems. He culminated his coup by murdering a sitting president and pushing through the civil rights act of 1965, insuring a flood of semi-retarded Brown people into America’s cities and vengeful Black militants into their living rooms. He grinned like a Cheshire Cat and proclaimed to his captured Christian audience that America was a melting pot. All the while the Jew was cooking slop.It was all so easy for the Jew. Castrate the man and the woman will do as she’s told. Dr. Spock and Dr. Seuss, the Jew is always a doctor, and he will keep your children safe while he and his perverted priests molest them. The boy doesn’t know whether he’s a woman or a man and the woman is certain that she’s really the man. It starts with a god who wears a dress and tells you when you are slapped you turn the other cheek. Then the Jew commences to slapping you from one end of the earth to the other. You better not object or you’ll end up just like your god, nailed to a stick. The Jew uses violence like a carpenter uses wood but from the time you are old enough to talk he tells you to kill is a sin, in a place where every living thing must derive its sustenance by killing and consuming another living thing. No one gets conflicted it’s in the “Good Book.” The Jew wrote it himself…I am tired of being the last prophet. My credentials are in my catalogue. You better read them why you can. I even wrote a book telling you who the real Gods are, but the Jew won’t let you read it. Your world is dying, bleeding into all the others. Cthulhu is waiting for you and the first to go will be the White man. It’s his eternal reward for having served the Jew well. It’s the Law of Karma. In the end everyone gets what they deserve…“Clowns to the left of me jokers to the right.” Both sides are vaxxed to the max blithering idiots, and it would be best to euthanize all of them…By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: BooksJack Heart CatalogueCollected Poems of Jack Heart – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Titthakara by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Shadow of Nemesis – the Pyramids of Giza and Lies of Empire by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Shadow of Nemesis II: Tales of Zahi Hawass by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)The Shadow of Nemesis- III, Tales of Zahi Hawass II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Shadow of Nemesis IV: NASA and The Prophet of Ascensionism by Jack 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(jackheartblog.org)Return of the Titans by Jack Heart – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Blutgasse by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsTwin Peaks PackageFrom Silent Hills (P.T.) to Twin Peaks (T.P.) “Fire walk…with me.” – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Twin Peaks, Miguel Serrano & the Hard Science of Orgasmic Energy by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Twin Peaks & the Return of the White Queen by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)A Teapot and the Toroidal Universe by Jack Heart and Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Esoteric Twin Peaks II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Doppelgänger & Orgasmic Energy Esoteric Twin Peaks III by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Opening the Eye of 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(jackheartblog.org)France V in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France VI, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France VII, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France VIII, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France IX, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart & Jon Valentine-Lee – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France X, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart & Jon Valentine-Lee – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France XI, in the Footsteps of Otto Rahn by Jack Heart & Jon Valentine-Lee – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France XI (second part), In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France XII, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)France XIII, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn (point 1) – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsFrance XIII, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn (point 2) – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsFrance XIII, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn (point 3) – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsFrance XIII, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn (point 4) – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsFrance XIII, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn (point 5) – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsFrance XIV, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsFrance XV, In the Footsteps of Otto Rahn – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsPrevious posts on our expedition to the Sabarthez:Jack live from Montségur, France – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Cave Wrapup – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Paid postsThe 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David Dyck? DEAD MEN DON’T TALK: The Secret Order of Saint Hubertus and the Murder of Justice Antonin Scalia – By Gordon Duff | RIELPOLITIKLargest Pedophile Ring in History, 70,000 Members, Heads of State, the Rats Scramble – The Millennium ReportA real Prophet once said, “the old get older and the young get stronger.” In the Baal Cycle, the most important of the Ugaritic texts, Aṯiratu and El may be the preeminent gods but they are by no means the strongest. They have chosen Yam, likely their oldest son to be MLK or Moloch; King of the gods. Yam’s stronghold is in the sea, the serpent is his totem and most of the other gods support him. But Baal, a very young upstart, has other ideas and wages war upon him for the throne of the gods.He quickly becomes disillusioned though when he realizes he is no match for Yam who commands the fiercest of sea monsters. He enlists the help of Kothar-wa-Khasis whose name means “Skillful-and-Wise” and is the craftsman of the gods. He is called Ptah in his home in Egypt.Kothar-wa-Khasis is resentful towards Yam because he feels he has risen presumptuously to his position. He fashions two Magick clubs and uses them to knock Yam unconscious after which Baal uses them to finish Yam off. Baal following instruction from the goddess Athtart or Astarte, often associated with the Sumerian goddess Ishtar by scholars, hacks him in pieces and scatters them about, proclaiming Yam is dead and he is now king of the gods.The Ugaritic texts are by no means intact, archeologists have done what they can. Major digs have been conducted in 1958, 1973 and 1994. But the text called the Baal Cycle remains incomplete.There is a banquet held in Baals honor and when the narrative next picks up Anat, Athtart’s fearsome sister, is slaughtering soldiers and guards, some her own and driving off the inhabitants of the city.When the text next resumes Baal sends messengers to Anat promising the secret of lightning and filling the sky with it at her request. They search for the secret together on the hill of Zephon. The text breaks off again and when it next resumes Baal, apparently younger than the rest of the gods, complains to Anat that he has no palace of his own like the rest of the gods and he still lives at home with El and Aṯiratu.Anat goes to El and threatens to turn his silver hair red with blood if he does not give Baal his own palace. The earthquakes she conjures cause El to be exposed from his chamber, but the text breaks off and when it next resumes her threats are unsuccessful. Baal sends a messenger to Egypt to again enlist the help of Kothar-wa-Khasis who builds beautiful furniture for Aṯiratu, in an attempt to enlist the help of his mother in getting his own palace.When the text continues Anat and Baal approach Aṯiratu by the seashore, Aṯiratu like her slain son Yam is closely affiliated with the sea. She fears they have come to kill the rest of her sons, the other gods, but they sit down together and her anger subsides when she sees the gifts he has brought her.Aṯiratu orders a banquet with the abundance of the sea but Baal is leery of the power of Aṯiratu, lest she should take revenge for the killing of Yam. Anat encourages him telling him to get close with her and he will have an eternal kingdom. Eventually Aṯiratu consents to support him in his bid for a palace.She convinces the reluctant El to let Baal have a palace which Kothar-wa-Khasis builds for him. The palace has no windows because Baal fears Yam will return from the dead and come for him. But after conquering many cities and towns Baal builds up enough confidence that he blows windows out in the palace with thunderbolts proclaiming himself the greatest of all the gods. He announces Mot, the god of death will kill his enemies for him, and he sends an invitation to Mot inviting him to a banquet.Mot sends word back that he hungers only for human flesh and blood and inviting him to feast on anything less is an insult. He threatens to break Baal into little pieces so he can eat him. Baal, afraid of Mot, promises to be his eternal slave, temporarily appeasing him. Secretly Baal tells El he is in danger of losing his kingdom to Mot.Eventually, advised by the sun goddess Shamash, Baal fakes his own death to escape Mots wrath. He sacrifices a young boy and a heifer to Mot, dressing the young boy in his robes and leaving him on the bank of the river of the dead to be found by the other gods. He himself hides in the bowels of the earth beneath the two mountains that frame the entrance to the underworld.Two gods find Baals body double down by the river and carry the news back to El and Anat who go into mourning for him. El goes around in sackcloth, shaves his beard and indulges in self-flagellation. Anat and the sun goddess bury the body double on Mount Zephon and Anat slaughters large numbers of oxen, sheep, goats, and asses as a memorial. Attar the brother of Athtart, associated by scholars with the morning star, attempts to seat himself in Baals throne but just as El had always suspected he is too weak and small.The text next picks up as Anat searches the underworld for the shade of Baal. She demands Mot restore him to her, but Mot mocks her, telling her when he found the body by the riverside he simply ate it. Anat knowing full well she has buried the body continues to search but does a slow burn till she erupts on Mot killing him and turning him into mincemeat in the process, which she feeds to the birds.She goes back and tells El she has killed Mot. El has a premonition Baal is still alive and sure enough Baal returns. In a short time, as the god of death is wont to do, Mot rises from the dead and complains to Baal about the treatment he has received at the hands of Anat. Baal ends up banishing Mot but tells him if he grows hungry he may eat the servants of Baal. This does not placate Mot and the two gods finally fight on the top of Mount Zephon.They fight till they are both exhausted and the sun goddess appears telling Mot it is useless for him to fight with Baal because Baal is now favored by El. If he continues to fight El himself will overthrow Mots throne. This scares Mot and he declares Baal king.The Khazar-Nazi Anti-Christ: “In the Beginning” part I by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsBy the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Coming to America, if we can hang in there for a few months. – An American This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Nick Fuentes with the proper reaction anyone to the right of Vladmir Lenin should have to the shootings in Minnesota: ALEX PRETTI KILLED??? Left Wing Nutjob ICED By DHS, JUSTIFIED | America First Ep. 1628Nick Fuentes rightfully and not so rightfully kicking the Trump legacy around for his ill-advised phone call to Tampon Timmy and his gay poodle of a mayor. These criminals need to be tried for treason and executed for their role in the Somalian theft of American Social services, not talked too: TRUMP SURRENDERS??? TERRORISTS WIN, ICE WITHDRAWS FROM MINNEAPOLIS | America First Ep. 1629The Hispanic narrator brings up a great point, many of the ICE and Homeland Security guys are Hispanic, the insurgents down to the last homo and Karen are lily White. This is why I’m not down with Nicks deport them all bullshit. Hispanics are hardworking patriotic people, as are Asians. When was the last time you seen an African Cannibal or a Muslim Mutt swinging a pickaxe in the hot sun? They’re the ones who need deporting, them and these lisping Scandinavian “men.” Sold out first their own countries to the mud people, now Minnesota too. This is what living with a Karen without occasionally blackening her eyes and listening to kikes in the media will do to what was once Viking warriors. I’m all for deporting the entire population of Minnesota to Venezuela and replacing them with Venezuelan immigrants.Mr. Disturbed here with an important message which you can turn off after about ten minutes. I don’t call him Mr. Disturbed for nothing, he cried like a lisping liberal when said nurse got shot and it took him two weeks to realize Charlie Kirk was a psy-op, much better than his JewTube competitors but it took us a day. He spends the last part trying to rebut Matt Walsh who was 100% correct when he tweeted, that no conservative that initially bought the leftwing narrative should ever be trusted again. Yes, that means you Mr. Disturbed. That pretty nurse is an image of a dead IDF soldier may be reaching a bit but as a guy who once punched through a nightclubs shatter proof glass in front of hundreds of people (it’s part of the Crazy George legend) I can tell you about one in a million people can throw a kick hard enough to break that SUV taillight like that. I’ve waited for it to come out that he was trained in Martial Arts, but it hasn’t. Okay about one in ten billion…This money was earmarked for the American poor! These so said “liberals” are taking food right out of poor Americans mouths using weaponized altruism to virtue signal to the vaxxed-up minions whose Injectable Neural Network programing does not allow them to see they are being fleeced.The Jewish War on AmericaBy the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Yes America, China and Russia have their billionaires, but Great Britain has trillionaires. Ostensibly WW II ended three hundred years of Empire that ruled over the world with an iron fist, ostensibly. The Empire never died it simply adapted and much like IG Farben and Standard Oil, on steroids, it learned how to hide its money behind a hall of mirrors consisting of hedge funds, trusts and corporate fronts with unimaginable profits being funneled into backwater banks located in the Cayman Islands. This award-winning video tells just how these latter-day pirates buried over fifty trillion dollars of treasure in offshore havens.The Sordid History of British Manipulation of American Democracy Series: Read it and weep! by Fitzgerald & GouldPart 1: MI6 intelligence has always been an anti-Soviet/Russian “Rumor Factory”Part 2: America’s “Soviet problem” is the old “Russia problem” that European Imperialists have been facing since Napoleon’s disastrous march on Moscow in 1812 Part3: How U.S. foreign policy came to be directed by a diabolical, London-backed, privately funded, neoconservative/right-wing alliancePart 4: How the Safari Club became the real CIAPart 5: Brzezinski‘s Safari Club “Friends” Did the Dirty Work Behind the ScenesPart 6: The Death of Adolph Dubs – Cui bono? ‘To whom is it a benefit?’Part 7: The Coup d’état –I share Nicks take on Venezuela, but I stop short of lending credence to paid YouTube influencers like Tucker Chevy Chase Carlson, Andrew Napolitano, and Dave the Jew Smith. They are all globalists and just like all political commentary on YouTube, that is to chicken shit to even allow Jack Heart in its comment section or give Nick a platform, they should be ignored. Removing Maduro was a classic implementation of the Monroe Doctrine, a foundational precept of the American Republic: VENEZUELAN WAR??? Trump KIDNAPS Maduro, SEIZES Oil | America First Ep. 1619Infrastructure is sure to break down when an eighty-six-year-old witch doctor, with a fetish for wearing his mother’s bathrobes, is the official “Supreme Leader” of a nation. Of course, it doesn’t help when the most stupid among you procreate to the point where Iran’s population is now three times larger than since the Soviet Union successfully promoted the overthrow of the Shah and restored Iran to the Dark Ages almost a half century ago.By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Sometimes YouTube is forced to put up certain things because like we keep telling you the Jews don’t run everything, at least here in America they don’t. This is a historically accurate synopsis to the reign of Nicholas Maduro.A big win for Americas Special Forces. Hopefully the Russians were taking notes because this is what they should have done to that little troll Zalinski four years ago. Do I think for one second Maduro cut a deal with Trump? That’s the type of nonsense the whining commies, like Pepe Escobar, spread on social media to the rubes who listen to Putin’s paid help on YouTube, like Scott Ritter, Andrew Napolitano and Max Blumenthal. By the way Colonel Macgregor I ain’t lumping you in with those treasonous snakes but what happened to another Vietnam? Maduro could have walked away clean with too much loot to count like Mohammad Reza Pahlavi or Ferdinand Marcos. Why would he consent to being publicly humiliated? Even more importantly why would the Venezuelan military consent to a public spanking? Nope Orange Jesus scored a hole in one this time.This was shot two years ago. Caracas looks like a garbage dump, and the people tell him there’s no crime because all the criminals have already “migrated [guess where].” He ends up hanging out with an architect who lives under a bridge and sells garbage for a living. As the indigenous superpower the United States was morally obligated to do just what it did and fuck China and fuck Russia. Venezuelan refugees are not fleeing there.As always with communism the commissars live like aristocracy and their victims, the people, live like dogs. Being from New York City I’m a sushi connoisseur and I was salivating. Let me tell you those drinks he’s paying 15$ a piece for you ain’t touching in NYC for less than 20. Golf I leave up to old men but as a landscape designer by trade I can tell you this one is Gold Coast quality.Here Nick Fuentes, who is too smart to ever allow on YouTube (JewTube) unfettered, explains Schlomo’s metamorphosis from international Trotskyist to Neo-Con. The Jew much like his fellow parasite the amoeba is able to procreate by dividing himself in two. Now we have the leftist Jew and the neocon. Both are only concerned with what is good for the Jew and both are fatal if they get into the brain.“Wow, Maduro is wearing four different outfits in news footage.” Yea geniuses that’s because the news footage is AI. It’s much cheaper for them to do it that way, rather than actually film the slop the Associated Press puts out. In honor of the new normal we here at Jack Heart have our own AI edition of the capture of Nicholas Maduro:By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Wednesday night Donald Trump wanted to declare war on Venezuela. He even got word to Tucker Carlson that he would do just that in his nationally televised speech, but Americas Jewish-controlled congress squashed it after a special meeting on the war powers act as applicable to Venezuela. So instead, he did a rambling cut and paste speech for twenty minutes then remarked, ostensibly, too no one in particular, “you think that was easy.”Casual tRump observers are perplexed but what’s going on here is a battle for Americas soul between old oil money, like the Hunts and the Bushes, and Schlomo who won’t tolerate Americas military being used for anything but Israel. Round one goes to Schlomo, especially after the humiliation ritual they put Americas “first Jewish president” through the other day. I’m only surprised Miriam Adelson didn’t pinch tRumps fat ass and call him cupcake.In the last decade almost eight million people have fled Venezuela the most resource rich country in South America. Hyper-inflation is edging toward two million percent and almost two thousand political prisoners have been disappeared. Yet according to Colonel Macgregor all of South America is going to unite to fight for this failed state that is flooding their respective countries with desperate refugees.Frankly if it was up to me the entire military would be dissolved and replaced with state militias, but it is not up to me. I am not even allowed to comment on these YouTube videos and heaven forbid I should tell you who really runs America. Homeland Security and the FBI will be right back at my front door. So let me say this.We have close to fifty million alien invaders living quite comfortably within American borders and nobody is doing a thing about it except a couple of cops forced by the globalist media to hide behind masks. Our closest ally is a homicidally insane state who feels they are preordained by god to exterminate every Muslim, which they call Amalek, on the face of the earth while our military is being used to run cover for them. This worthless piece of shit euphemistically called “our” army is costing American taxpayers over a trillion dollars a year while social services are being cut for the poorest Americans. It’s about time these welfare recipients in camo fatigues do the job they are being paid to do.This is not Vietnam; no one has been drafted from their nonexistent job in Silicon Valley to kill and be killed. These men and women have volunteered to go to war in exchange for a substantial pay package and it’s about time they do just that. For once the empire actually has a chance to do something good for the world and return these refuges, many of them professional people, to the country of their birth where they can rebuild what the capitalist greed of the entrenched Venezuelan elitists has destroyed. The irony of the macrocosm coming to the rescue of the microcosm to save its own collective soul should escape no one with a three-digit IQ. “The monk bought lunch. He bought a little (Yes, he did)…”Further viewing Courtesy of the Sage of QuayAnd here it comes, the fruits of Schlomo’s latest false flag. How can a country that once gave us Crocodile Dundee allow themselves to be dictated to by these repulsive genetic defects? Only one of them has hair and it ain’t the female and none of them could survive a right hook to the face. Why are there even any Jews in Australia, let alone the government? Round them up and send them back to Israel in a boxed set as Hannukah gifts.And for you Evangelical Christian retards who just found out god did not make Charlie Kirks neck bullet proof, Israel has a long and well documented history of pulling off false flags just like the one at Bondi Beach.Courtesy of Happy Parrot By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Jack HeartI’ve been saying this for two months nowHPYep, but some say quickening is over, it can be slowed down, but not for long. They can build a new Mont Meru and it won’t change a thing… From a physical standpoint and how the force of dynamics works, this is a total misnomer… but live and let live, right… What is another data center in the sea of data centers? It looks like all minions in their service will be expendable, even them at the end of the rainbow, at some point in the future… but we can agree they earned this grave more than well with their actions.Critical mass, which he calls the singularity in reference to the word’s usage by science fiction writer Vernor Vinge who in turn “expropriated” it from Einsteinian physics, will be achieved “when the curve becomes perpendicular Vinge called the Singularity. At that juncture, the pace of change in innovation will become so rapid and unassimilable that the world as we knew it becomes unknowable and unpredictable.”ProfessorPhate finishes with his other completely coherent passage; a warning…“As any number of academic specialists in the asundry fields of personal and collective psychology can tell you, when an individual or group is under the pressure of the stress of unsuccessfully trying to adjust to a barrage of unanticipated changes, they tend to have a nervous breakdown. My liaisons believe we, on this world/time-line, will be witnessing and/or experiencing a catastrophic psycho-demographic collapse, which will powerfully intensify the aforementioned attrition of our existential stability.Now, let me hasten to clarify, they aren’t asserting that one second after midnight on Jan. 1, 2035 (or whenever) the universe disappears in a puff of smoke-and then the smoke disappears. It is one of those a-journey-of-a-thousand-miles-begins-with-a-single-step sort of things. When the Singularity occurs, the final irrevocable countdown starts. How long it [will] take to reach zero is ours to guess. There is a further sub-text to this phenomenon which I need to address later. I just thought that someone might want a heads-up.”https://jackheartblog.org/wp/2021/07/esoteric-evolution-brief-review-for-our/.htmlIn other words, spaghettification for you very same assholes who think you can avoid the inevitable by containing us. We are the “mutants,” and we are the only available future for the human race…https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legion_(TV_series)By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Best wishes for a speedy recovery to Officer Justin Brown after he was run down like a mongrel dog sixty miles east of here by “JD Vance’s” motorcade, which didn’t stop and has yet to even acknowledge they put the man in the hospital in critical condition…By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Above Donald tRump gives Generation Z the fingerAMERICA LAST??? Trump DEFENDS Chinese Students and Indian H-1Bs | America First Ep. 1596Above: The stock market is being kept afloat by a massive Ponzi scam euphemistically called AI. Bernie Madoff was a nigger working a Three Card Monty game in front of Penn Station when compared to current masters of the Pyramid Scheme like Sam Altman. I offer you a hundred dollars to dig a hole and you offer me a hundred dollars to fill it in. We do nothing yet on paper we both made a hundred dollars. Right off the bat Orange Jesus gave these conmen half a trillion dollars to perpetrate their fraud that promises Americans an unlimited supply of internet emojis while farmers are displaced, jobs lost and a massive surveillance state imposed on a once free country. Meanwhile data centers pock mark the country stealing taxpayers electricity and water while legislators pass a Big Beautiful New Bill that’s very name commemorates carnal acts Orange Jesus performed with Bill Clinton…Above: Concealed within the so said clean Continuing Resolution that reopened the government was legislation that essentially bans THC from hemp products. This is not just an issue for stoners who don’t want to return to the 1950’s Reefer Madness of the “greatest generation” that sold out the White race to international Jewery. It essentially in one year will shut down a burgeoning thirty-billion-dollar industry that utilizes hemp products to create everything from potentially indestructible biodegradable cars as demonstrated by Henry Ford a hundred years ago with a sledgehammer to bottles, packaging and medicinal products. Everything made with plastic can be made with hemp and the hemp is biodegradable, another kick to the groin of the American farmer.Above: Chinese retaliation tariffs have shut down American soybean exports to China so what does Donald tRump do? He sends forty billion to bailout Argentina’s disastrous Libertarian government run by a Jew who spends more time partying at Mar-a-Lago than he does in Argentina. The said Jew then turns around and sells Argentinean soybeans to China. The Cheeto encrusted traitor then promises Farmer Jethro a thirteen-billion-dollar bailout he’s yet to deliver. 80% of these farmers voted for tRump and many, not the sharpest tools in the shed, still believe in him. It’s sad…Above: This is the problem with much of More Perfect Union stuff. Somehow, we wander from Corporatocracy union busting, ignoring OSHA safety regulations and child labor laws, not to mention using privatized prisons for slave labor to poor poor Pedro and why doesn’t evil ICE just leave him alone so he can come here and take jobs promised to Americans. “Clowns to the left of me jokers to the right…”By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Above is the the original September 4 Operation Throw Nick a Body podcast by Jack Heart which featured Mads Palsvig and was immediately defaced and vandalized by YouTube. The instruction came in the last minute or so and I salute every member of the intelligence apparatus that carried it out.And my cousin just tells me he likes Megan Kelly; I figure like every other Boomer cuckold watch’s that stupid bitch he thinks she’s attractive. Well, “I’m a cowboy baby and I can smell a pig from a mile away.” A little over two months into Operation Throw Nick a Body which I personally launched with my September 4 podcast on The Human and the entire conservative movement has been exposed for just what it is; Schlomo’s House-nigger. I expect no less than a Congressional Medal of Honor for explaining to these pussey’s at the NSA how it’s done but hell I should have got one of those back in the eighties for that Geraldo Rivera thing. Watching Nicks rise to power is fun for everyone except Schlomo and his sycophants but I particularly enjoyed watching that soft White faggot Kevin Roberts crawl on his belly across the floor to lick the dogshit from Ben Shapiros shoe. Heritage Foundation my ass, not my heritage that’s for sure. I come from a long line of men: Americans Are SICK of the Jewish LobbyBy the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Above: Jewish traitors are openly calling for the murder of Nick Fuentes & Tucker Carlson for daring to talk to him Above: Mr. Disturbed takes his shot at Brandon Tatum, Schlomo’s paid nigger. It’s good but I like the obvious fact that Valhalla can beat the boy into bloody Black roadkill.GOP CIVIL WAR??? Israel First DESPERATE To Stop Nick Fuentes | America First Ep. 1591By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

For my cover video I’m using Disturbing Illusion. I’m subscribed to him not because I like Mr. Disturbed, he is libertarian scum that seems to think he is entitled to live in a state of anarchy while parasitizing the infrastructure of that state with no obligation to give anything back to it. Normally I would find animals like him almost as vile as I find Bolshevik Jews like his antagonist Brain Tyler Cohen, almost. But Mr. Disturbed is at least honest and perceptive, so I have no compunctions about hearing him out even though I find his objections to socialized medicine and income tax reprehensible.Brain Tyler Cohen is an entirely different creature. Your typical Trotskyist Jew that preys on intellectually challenged goyim while cheerleading for Team Schlomo to plunge America into a totalitarian Marxist dystopia ruled over by a Jewish oligarchy, of which he is a charter member, and governed by 60 IQ diversity hire cannibals like Kamala Harris. You will notice that in his otherwise dialectically sound diatribe criticizing Donald tRump and promoting the left right paradigm Cohen has not one harsh word to say about the right, and particularly “King Trumps,” love affair with Israel and its unbridled worship of his own misbegotten race of “finaglers” as Karl Marx himself called them.Cohen admits that he was fearful of going to the rally. Jews are many bad things, but they are not stupid. In 1930’s Germany or Italy he would have got the beating he so richly deserves and in 1930’s Spain he would have been shot dead. But this is twenty-first century America where Bolshevik Jews like himself go about their business of tearing down the state unopposed by its seemingly braindead populace.The 87% of Americans that voted for King Trump, an oxymoron I know the left doesn’t, are staring the United Soviet States of America dead in the face. Under Cohen and his genetically defected tribesmen what little is left of their first and second amendments will be stricken from the constitution, and they will be forcefully injected with self-assembling nano platforms turning them into remote controlled slaves (1) (2) just like the vast majority who attended Schlomo’s No Kings rally. No need for gulags anymore, not with the perfection of Dr. Charles Liebers injectable neural networks at Harvard.Above: A passel of wealthy geriatric Bolshevik Jews taking over Harlem, to the eternal shame of every Black man living there, to turn what should have been a riot into a love fest for the tens of millions of alien invaders that infiltrated Americas borders during the four years of democratic rule. Not only did these illegal aliens snatch the food right out of the mouths of impoverished Blacks but they take their jobs and social service benefits too. Yet crickets from the Great American Negro. These vile Jews who should have been beaten to death in the street will never mention the hundreds of billions of taxpayer dollars appropriated by Israel to genocide their Brown citizens and murder “sand niggers” in neighboring countries.Above: Bolshevik Jew agitators like Brain Tyler Cohen, are beloved on the commandeered internet because they are sure to say nothing about their tribesmen and their Indian dogs in Silicon Valley’s marked stupefaction of American school children since 2012 and Donald tRumps unbridled support of it.Above: Well-paid Jewish agent provocateurs like Brain Tyler Cohen and the mutts who took over Harlem are certain to say nothing about their Silicon Valley tribesmen’s massive energy theft from Americans for fusion centers that benefit no one but Jews like Peter Thiel, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerburg, Sam Altman and the Jewish sycophant Elon Musk who is primarily responsible for installing Donald tRump in the Whitehouse.Above: Treasonous Jewish mouthpieces like Brain Tyler Cohen, who replaced genuine dissidents like Jack Heart and Gordon Duff during the Jewish theft of the internet ten years ago, will be certain to never mention the half a trillion dollars Donald tRump upon his installment in the Whitehouse immediately gifted Mark Zuckerburg, Peter Thiel, Sam Altman and the rest of Cohens fellow tribesmen in Silicon Valley so they could produce the AI slop that has destroyed the internet and an entire generation.Above: Most importantly of all pseudo-dissidents like Brain Tyler Cohen will never state the fact that the entire AI so said boom is nothing but another Jewish Ponzi scheme of the magnitude that would have made Bernie Madoff blush.Citations1 – Heart, Jack and Orage . “MK Ultra – Cybernetic Mutation, Remote Controlled Slaves, Dragon Soldiers and a Zombie Empire; Paint it Blue.” The Human . 28 Jan 2016. Web. https://jackheartblog.org/wp/2020/04/mk-ultra-cybernetic-mutation-remote/.html>.2 – Heart, Jack and Orage . “The Blood of Christ – Hemorrhagic Fever, Expendable Humans and Bacteria Gone BeZerk, Paint It Blue….” The Human . 21 Mar 2016. Web. https://jackheartblog.org/wp/2016/03/the-blood-of-christ-hemorrhagic-fever/.html>.By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

An Australian reports from the slammer. Fascinating! -An American“I spoke to a Nigger today.Tuesday 23rd September 2025I have little to update about my current situation. I have spent 3 weeks now in solitary confinement and have been enjoying reading my books. I am currently reading about the beginnings of Australian colonisation and the early Governors of New South Wales.I was reading about the Macarthur and Johnston coup on William Bligh, when I was interrupted and offered my daily one hour run out in the 5m x 5m outdoor cell.Immediately in the cell next to me over a 4m concrete wall, an obnoxious sounding animal started screaming that he was “black Jesus.” Normally I ignore niggers, but I thought to entertain this one.I asked about his life and what brought him to Australia. He said his dad used to be Vice President of Sudan and was quite rich, that he went to a private boarding school in England and then moved to Australia with his mother.I asked about his crimes and why he was in the punishment unit. He stated that he has been using meth and committing serious crimes since he was 16. He said he loves drugs and the adrenaline of committing crime. For the past 7 years he has been in and out of prison and when he’s lucky- psych wards, every year since 16.He’s in his early 20s and already has 6 children, he tells me he wants to have around 30 children. I have only met 3 in prison; one had 13 children, one had 11 children, and this one had 6 with another 20 on the way. All 3 in their early 20s.I asked him why he wants 30 children, he replied; “So that there is more of me.”I asked him why he had been to psych wards, he replied;“When you get lucky they don’t send you to prison, they send you to the psych ward and you just get to watch YouTube and talk to the nurses all day. So now I have schizophrenia, it helps with sentencing, the judge is more likely to put you back into the community.”So when you hear on the news about some African rapist on the loose, running through people’s homes with machetes, remember that it is one of these creatures.People always complain to me about the use of the word ‘Nigger’. Our civilisation is being pillaged by literal apes who are nothing more than a biological terrorism on our soil, and weaklings are afraid of mean words.Every one of those things you see in Australia, your grandchildren will have to see probably 100. Every one of them that is a rapist and home invader, your grandchildren will have to deal with 100 rapist home invaders.Any white man whose main priority is anything but seizing power in this country and deporting this filth of the third world, deserves nothing but contempt, humiliation, and exile from our future nation.Priorities!Hail AustraliaThomas Sewell”Ballad of a Thin Man by Bob DylanYou walk into the roomWith your pencil in your handYou see somebody naked and youYou say, “Who is that man?”You try so hard, but you don’t understandJust what you will say when you get homeBecause something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You raise up your headAnd you ask, “Is this where it is?”And somebody points to you and says, “It’s his”And you say, “What’s mine?”And somebody else says, “Well, what is?”And you say, “Oh, my God, am I here all alone?”But something is happeningAnd ya don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You hand in your ticketAnd you go watch the geekWho immediately walks up to youWhen he hears you speakAnd says, “How does it feel to be such a freak?”And you say, “Impossible,” as he hands you a boneAnd something is happening hereBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You have many contacts among the lumberjacksTo get you facts when someone attacks your imaginationBut nobody has any respectAnyway, they already expect youTo all give a check to tax-deductible charity organizationsAh, you’ve been with the professorsAnd they’ve all liked your looksWith great lawyers, you have discussed lepers and crooksYou’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s booksYou’re very well read, it’s well knownBut something is happening hereAnd ya don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to youAnd then he kneelsHe crosses himself and then he clicks his high heelsAnd without further notice, he asks you how it feelsAnd he says, “Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan”And you know something is happeningBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Now, you see this one-eyed midgetShouting the word “now”And you say, “For what reason?”And he says, “How?”And you say, “What does this mean?”And he screams back, “You’re a cowGive me some milk or else go home”And you know something’s happeningBut you don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Well, you walk into the roomLike a camel and then you frownYou put your eyes in your pocketAnd your nose on the groundThere oughta be a law against you comin’ aroundYou should be made to wear earphones‘Cause something is happeningAnd ya don’t know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Concerning the audio: My bad, I say Epic of Gilgamesh when I mean Beowulf.Putting Down the Wests Mau Mau UprisingReal History of the Swastika – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and FriendsBy the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

“Since arriving back home I just couldn’t help myself (like I said, it’s a flow state), I needed to get the words that are unsaid out of my heart and mind, and so here is something for everyone here reading this sad news and specifically everyone who’s lives were touched by Mathias. We will ascertain the truth of the matter, but in the meantime maybe this will help…‘The Gentle Crossing’There is an ancient understanding, whispered across countless cultures and carried forward through generations, that some souls are chosen for the gentlest of crossings. Mathias was one of these.On Friday night, as the world settled into its familiar rhythm of rest, he lay down as he had thousands of times before. But this sleep would be different — not the shallow rest of tired bodies, but the deep surrender of souls ready for their next adventure.The Tibetans speak of this as the most blessed of transitions, when awareness slips not through trauma or fear, but through the velvet darkness of peaceful slumber.In those quiet hours before dawn, while his body rested in perfect stillness, his spirit began the sacred work of letting go. Layer by layer, like a traveller setting down heavy packs at journey’s end, he released the earthly bindings that had held him. His breath became the rhythm of tides returning to the eternal ocean. His heartbeat became the drumming of ancient ceremonies calling him home.The traditions tell us that in this moment — this precious threshold between worlds — the soul experiences what mystics call the Clear Light. It is said to be brighter than a thousand suns yet gentle as moonlight on water. Those who have prepared their whole lives through love, through friendship, through the simple act of being good to others, recognise this light immediately. They do not resist. They do not struggle. They step forward like children running toward the embrace of someone they have always known.In the Celtic understanding, Mathias has entered the Otherworld — that place the Irish called the Land of the Living, where there is no pain, no aging, no sorrow. The Norse would say his spirit was welcomed into the halls where heroes feast, not because he died in battle, but because he lived with honour. The Hindus would recognise his peaceful passing as the fruit of a life well-lived, his final thought one of tranquillity, ensuring his onward journey toward light.For forty-nine days, the Buddhists tell us, Mathias travels through landscapes of pure possibility. But he does not travel alone. Every act of love he performed, every moment of joy he shared, every time he eased someone’s burden or brightened someone’s day — these become his companions now, his guides, his light in any darkness he might encounter.The African wisdom-keepers would say he has joined the ancestors, but not as someone who is gone. He has become someone who watches over, who blesses, who remains woven into the fabric of those who loved him.When you feel a sudden warmth on a cold day, when you hear laughter that reminds you of his, when you find yourself smiling at a memory — these are not coincidences. These are visits, gentle reminders that love doesn’t end, it simply changes form.To those who grieve his passing: your sorrow is the other side of love, and it honours him. But know this — Mathias chose the kindest leaving. No struggle, no suffering, no fear. He simply stepped from one kind of sleep into another, deeper and more peaceful than any rest he had ever known. The Russian mystics called death “sleep” for this very reason — because for the soul prepared by love, it is exactly that gentle.Some say that in the moments before this sacred sleep, all souls are shown the full tapestry of their lives. If this is true, then Mathias saw how many hearts he touched, how much laughter he brought into the world, how much he was loved. He saw that his life mattered, that his friendship was a gift, that he would be remembered not just for how he died, but for how fully, how well, he lived.And now, from whatever realm of light and peace he inhabits, he sends back the only message that matters: I am well. I am at peace. The love we shared continues. Until we meet again in that place where there is no goodbye, carry me with you not as sorrow, but as joy. Remember not my leaving, but my being here. And know that every sunset I see, every dawn that breaks, every moment of beauty that unfolds — I see with eyes unclouded by pain, and I am grateful for every second we had together.In the end, perhaps this is the deepest truth: Mathias didn’t die in his sleep. He was simply carried by sleep to the place where love goes to wait for us all.Rest well, dear friend. 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FlightFormSyracuse with his newest contribution to the war on the left after YouTube removed it: Indian FatigueBy the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Well, this piece of shit Jews name says it all and just like Charlie Kirk there’s no apologizing now…The man running away with the pistol and the special forces guys doing military hand signals makes it extremely difficult to believe the kid did the shooting.Here is Nick explaining on a YouTube platform with less subscribers than I have just who these so said rightwing scumbags areBy the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

The fact that the Romanian Madame was deported in spite of the deal and Dillinger's own father denied the patsy was his son, not to mention the FBI's long track record of criminality that stretches right into this very day should tell any sentient being Dillinger lived happily ever after. His fingerprints were burnt off by the best in the business and that Americans take a degenerate gambler and homos word that they were identified as Dillinger's is indicative of just how stupid most Americans are and always have been.These men were prototypical revolutionary’s and I’m publishing this in the hope that Australians and Englishmen will learn how to fight back. You don’t need weapons you just take theirs. As An American is fond of saying a zip gun will get you a tank when dealing with our present-day menagerie of cowardly porkchops… - Jack By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

The Year of the Dragon, “Let Us Pray…” By Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)The Hervarar Saga or How the West Was Really Won… by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Devils and Gods Among Us by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Matilda, the Devils Mommy (Devils and Gods Among Us II) by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Chapter 56The summer of eighty-nine had now begun. Even John was wearing T-shirts under his greasy Carhartt overalls revealing his tree trunk sized arms. Janet hadn’t been exaggerating about the new barmaid. If there was such a thing has a hidden master she was one of them. I didn’t fear her. I knew by now, as the poet Jimmy Carroll said, I had allies in heaven and I had comrades in hell. But I knew she was a venomous snake and I knew from reading about how most of the herpetologists who studied venomous snakes ended up its best to avoid them even if you do find them fascinating. John had no such reservations. She was a little heavyset and very arrogant, just Johns type. He settled up to the bar at Gaslight and ordered a Wild Turkey. He said “so you know about Crowley I hear. What else do you know about, the hidden masters? There are those who serve Set and those who serve Horus and his prophet four one eight. There are no real masters. Who do you serve?” She said “why don’t you find out about me? How about I do your tarot cards? When I am done you will know all there is to know.” John smirked and said “your place or mine?” She said “my place after work.” They left in her car after the day shift ended and I went home early. I was told the next day that John showed up back at the Gaslight about 2 AM wearing only his underwear. He took his truck and left. The girl never came back to work again. When I asked John what had happened he would only say “she started doing my tarot cards and she just knew too much about me. She knew stuff that nobody should know. I had to get out of there. She lives right in Babylon so I just jogged back to my truck.” Right down Sunrise Highway in his skivvies as I found out in the ensuing days. I didn’t ask any more questions. I knew better. Red and I were walking into an afterhours club in Babylon a month or two later and she was the barmaid. As soon as I walked through the door she produced a camera and snapped my picture. Red freaked out, he probably thought it was a mob thing. He went behind the bar to take the camera from her and I said “no. Let her keep it.” They would make me pay for my overconfidence in the ensuing months. I still did not know Gods Hebrew names.Nietzsche said “Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.” I had no intentions of casting my demon out. I let him drive. The first few months of the summer of eighty-nine were like the golden age. Sooner or later it would have to be Dianne. It could only be Dianne. Anything less was to condemn myself to wander the earth in perpetual hunger. But I was having too much fun with Michelle and everybody else. I just didn’t know how little time I had left. I also didn’t bargain that Dianne was just as cruel as me.Patty Esposito started coming around regularly. I didn’t think much of it when they gave him the agency. Phil should have just stayed and kept it. I didn’t want it, that’s for sure. Geir always called Richey “a whore monger!” I tended to agree with him. Richey was giving me money hand over fist and my landscaping business was doing well. I wasn’t about to go into the pimp business.I couldn’t listen to anymore of Michelle’s bullshit about me taking her car ‘to go see Dianne so I rented three or four cars. Actually it was four but I lost one when I forgot where I parked it. It seemed like it became legal for clubs to remain open in Babylon after hours that summer. We no longer went to Diners after work. Usually everyone went to the Third Rail, a bar over by Babylon train station. There we would party till the sunlight became offensive. All the ‘gangsters’ went there. It was my new place to hold court and now I had a queen. In Richey’s clubs we rolled Richey’s customers whenever we could. One time Red got over two thousand in twenty dollar bills from a drunk sleeping it off in his car in the parking lot. The bills were so new I couldn’t even count them. Guys used to come around and sell the dancers high end designer clothes. I determined who came around by how much of a cut they gave me. I don’t know if I was drunk or the guy really shorted me but I had Blockhead thoroughly clean this guy’s car out one night. There was an Arab Bazaar at the Third Rail later on. Of course Michelle was taking the best stuff for herself. This guy we used to call ‘hello I’m Sal I’m somebody’s son’, because that is practically the way he would introduce himself, comes over and asks me if he could buy one of the outfits for his girlfriend. Unfortunately for Sal it was an outfit Michelle had already picked out for herself. She didn’t even let me answer him. She physically threw him into a fifty gallon garbage pail. Only his legs were dangling out of it.Chapter 57Jim didn’t work for me that year so I hired my cousin Andrew to be my foreman. Andrew was built just like me. He’s the same age as my younger sister and they were inseparable, had been since college. I started spending a lot more time with my family, at least the ones that were worth spending time with. My younger sister was getting tickets and free passes for all the concerts in the tri state area courtesy of her music critic boyfriend so Michelle and I attended a major concert every week that summer. The best one was Melisa Etheridge in the gymnasium of Hofstra University. I was standing twenty feet away staring into her eyes, the favored daughter of the Queen of Night by my side, when she sung Similar Features. I wondered if she knew she was performing for her own muse.If there were any doubts in my mind as to who and what Dianne was they were only because I was trying so hard not to pay attention. If only I had listened to the music. Morrison had even given me a memo in When the Music’s Over when he said “Music is your only friend.” I don’t know if I was intoxicated by the pain I was inflicting or the pleasure I was consuming but I was blind. In Late September Dogs Etheridge did everything but spell out that it would all be over in September. She also tells her lover that she has spent hours with the Devil to understand just what they need. She pleads with them saying “the spear in your side is me.”We went to see Cher in concert at Jones Beach and she sung three songs one of them her new smash hit which had resurrected her career; If I Could Turn Back Time. The song said she didn’t know why she said and did the things she did. Repeating the by now familiar theme Cher, perhaps the greatest female vocalist of the twentieth century, sung ‘words are like weapons and pride is a knife that cuts deep. I didn’t mean to inflict the pain that I did. I was too strong to tell you I was sorry and too proud to tell you I was wrong. I would give anything to go back in time and take back those words. Then you would love me like you used to.’ Cher delivered Dianne’s message. It took about ten minutes and then Cher was whisked away in a helicopter leaving the sellout crowd ripped off and ready to riot.Dianne was coming at me with all the power of Isis, a power that could override even God himself but I was unmoved. She could resurrect Janis Joplin to apologize for inflicting the wound of Aforteas on me and fly in the greatest living female vocalist to tell me she was sorry but Joan of Arc herself wouldn’t have moved me. Nothing less than the words coming right from her incarnated lips were ever going to move me at that point. I, in flesh and blood, had burned down the Mafia and the most powerful motorcycle gang on the east coast just to hold her hand. She could speak two then three words and until she did I was going to take whatever pleasure I could with My Michelle, a title from the album Appetite for Destruction and my lover that didn’t throw needless complications into what was all very simple.The Who in the Meadowlands was a classic, not for the way they played. The Who themselves were disappointing. But the event was the perfect date. We took my sister, Andrew, and a few of their friends, in one of my rentals. We stopped to get something to eat at Kentucky Fried Chicken in North Amityville since Michelle and I had only left the Third Rail long enough to go home shower and get ready for the concert. While we were at Kentucky Fried Chicken Michelle had a fender bender at the drive through with some loud mouthed Black girl. While this girl was jawing Michelle was taking off all her jewelry. When she was done she pulled off her stiletto heels and got out still brandishing one of them. Without saying a word Michelle in a matter of fact fashion permanently disfigured the girl’s face with her high heeled shoe. Michelle never even messed up her makeup. The other girls lip was half hanging off and the rest of her face was a gory mess. I ended up knocking out her boyfriend but he was pretty tough. He got back up after convulsing on the floor for a couple of minutes. His gyrations on the pavement saved him from my usual sense of fair play where I would kick him into a bloody hamburger. I was quite surprised when he got back up and resumed fighting. Andrew lent me some assistance in making sure he stayed down the second time. Then we had to leave because Blacks were streaming from every building. We still hadn’t eaten any food yet and we were hungry when we got to the Meadowlands. Everyone was barbequing in the parking lot so we traded Andrews sister’s best friend for some hamburgers for Michelle and I, sausage’s for everyone else. We didn’t see the girl for the rest of the night. When we left the concert Michelle must have run over every cone in New Jersey. We weren’t waiting on any lines. The bumper was already hanging off the car anyway. Somewhere there’s a picture of Michelle and I kissing against the brilliant red sunset that evening. It’s easily the best love photo I have ever seen that wasn’t staged.Michelle and I continued to explore the deepest darkest corridors of sexuality but “When sleep at last has come on limbs that had run wild.” I lay on the left side of the bed, on my left side, the pillow pulled tight to me. I would shut my eyes and the pillow was Dianne. I never told Michelle I loved her. She probably didn’t need Lilith to tell her what was coming. When she worked at the Rainforest and I worked with Dianne Michelle was almost guaranteed to walk out before her shift was over. One time Doxie haltingly informed me that my clothes were strewn all over the parking lot of Bogart’s. I went outside and sure enough they were.She wasn’t like that all the time. In fact if Dianne wasn’t in the picture she didn’t care what I did. One night she encouraged me to go hang out with some girls that were recruiting, on Long Island, for a female chapter of the Hell’s Angels. The only thing that could be more insulting to the Pagans was if some guys were recruiting for a male chapter of the Hells Angels on Long Island. The clubs were blood rivals and Long Island was the Pagans territory at the time. But the girls were a lot of fun and everyone knew them so they were letting them do it. We actually ended up staying over by Farmingdale in some biker bars that were the last strongholds of the Pagans. They were buying me drinks all night and I took about twenty hits of some ‘good’ acid the girls had. By the time I got back to Bogart’s at about 3 AM on the back of a bike I was as inebriated as anyone still standing can get.Bobby and all his Cretins were there but hardly anyone else. Michelle stubbornly refused to close the bar early so she could take me home. I went behind the bar and I grabbed the Wild Turkey. I broke the top of the bottle off on the bar and started guzzling it from the jagged glass just like in the movies. By the time I finished the bottle she had all the meticulouslypolished glass’s neatly stacked in pyramids on each side of the bar. She was taking her sweet ass time, deliberately antagonizing me. She still hadn’t even called last call. I broke the empty bottle on the floor and picked up a bar stool yelling “The bars closed!” Then I broke every glass on the bar. Some guys were sitting in the corner covered in the shattered glass and I staggered up to them still brandishing my trusty bar stool. I half sneered half slurred “didn’t you hear? The bars closed!” One of them had the balls to actually deck me, either that or I finally passed out. But I heard that he ended up taking quite a beating from Michelle and the Cretins. They took me to my mother’s house and put me in the guest bed down in the converted garage. When I awoke, around noon the next day, I was peeing five feet straight up in the air and back down on Michelle and me.Richey tried to get cute again after that. By this time I didn’t need John to tell me how to deal with him. When I saw he had cut Michelle from five days to four I went right in his office. I showed him the schedule and said “why does Michelle only have four days on here?” He starts sputtering “she never even finish’s those shifts at the Rainforest. She’s the only girl that even does five shifts. That’s too much. She’s gonna get burned out.” I slammed my forty-four onto his desk with the barrel pointing at him. I don’t believe in leaving the chamber over the hammer empty. I said “Richey! You see my new gun? It’s bigger than yours.” Richey quickly said “I don’t care how many days she works. Tell Red to put her on the schedule seven days a week if you want. I was just looking out for you. You gotta live with her.” He was right too. I didn’t need the money and neither did she but we just couldn’t let him get away with something like that so I said “tell Patty that Bobby will be booking some girls too for now on.” Bobby had about three or four already that Marlena and him had cultivated from dance clubs. By the time Bobby’s list had twenty five girls Phil would reappear and Mark would be unable to attend a meeting with me at the Crazy Clown because someone had shot him in the back of the head in the parking lot before I got there. The rest of the owners, except Richey, would go into hiding. Joey Massera and his whole crew were going to become history. Richey would be the only man left standing. He knew how to play his cards with us. He shut his mouth.Chapter 58It couldn’t have been very far into the summer when I was standing at the door of Bogart’s and someone grabbed my shoulder. I didn’t need to turn around to know who. She had a way of touching me that nobody ever had before or since. I guess it was the same way I held my forty-four. Dianne had a warm yet apprehensive smile on her face. I hadn’t seen her smile at me in months. In fact we hadn’t even talked in over a month. She had been beaten up by some firemen while doing a private party. Vinnie had taken her there. I wanted to kill him and I wanted to kill him real bad but I knew that would seal everyone’s fate forever. So instead I figured the best thing would be for Dianne and me to stop talking to each other.She said “I have to talk to you.” I said “where’s Prince Charming?” Her eyes shifted down from mine and she said “we’re not getting along but that’s not why I need to talk to you.” I said “what a shame. I was hoping you would ask me to kill him for you.” Her hand was still on my shoulder and she began kneading my muscles with it. She went on “I live in the basement of my mother’s house and every time it rains the walls have been leaking like a sieve. I had some guys from here look at it and one of them said the foundations cracked and the other one said I just have drainage problems. Can you take a look at it for me?” I said “if the foundations cracked there’s not really much you can do about it and that’s not my field of expertise. If it’s the drainage I’ll fix it but you got to pay my costs and my labor. Believe it or not Geir actually does get paid.” She laughed and I felt that old familiar feeling in my groin. She said “I don’t expect you to work for free. I plan on paying you.” I said “I don’t want to be running into Vinnie while I’m there Dianne. If I do then I’m not responsible for what happens.” She giggled uncertainly and said “I haven’t even seen him in a week. When can you come over?” I said “tomorrow afternoon.” She told me where her house was. I had known where it was two days after I met her but I played along writing down the directions.The next day I went over there. She lived in one of those Levitt house’s behind the hospital in East Meadow. I had always figured the girl had never had a chance since the day she was born. But then who does? She looked really happy to see me when I got there and all I could think to myself was I had to be careful and not throw away my co-op in Lynbrook with the doorman who knew my name for a temporary home in a damp dingy basement in East Meadow. I would get her out of there and off that stage but when I was good and ready. That was the way she wanted it. Wasn’t it?She had three big dogs and they were using the area directly in front of the foundation in the backyard as a run. The grade was lowest right by the house where the soil was hard packed by the incessant prancing of the dogs. I thought to myself; and I hate the parrots? I said “Dianne you can’t just let the dogs run up by the house like this. The soils become hard packed and your gutters are draining right into it. Of course waters coming into your basement. Where else is it gonna go? I have to till this soil and regrade it. Then we need to run those gutters out from the house. If you want I’ll put some sod in.” She asked me how much it was going to cost with the sod and I said “six hundred dollars. But I have to do it in the afternoons after work.” She said that would be fine. Yea for her. It was gonna cost me money to do the job and Geir and Andrew were not going to like their new hours. I couldn’t run a full crew there. I was losing money as it was. I told her I would start it tomorrow. At the time I thought she really needed my help but in retrospect that foundation had probably been leaking like that for years. I don’t know why this girl just couldn’t speak her mind. All she had to do was state the obvious and say I’m sorry and I love you. I would have broken down in tears right on the spot. Why did I have to find out from Melissa Etheridge and Cher how she felt about things?She was making her big play for me. The one I should have been ready for. The same one I had been telling myself would culminate with the redemption of the Gods. Now I thought I was on a landscaping job. It would have been better if I had been born with a little more understanding of woman and a little less Fire and Force. But who am I to second guess anything. I had my chance and I failed miserably.I showed up early on the regular job and I worked like an animal to make enough time to do Dianne’s job. I think I still had to take a separate day to lay the some thousand square feet of sod. Cut sod doesn’t keep well and it was already hot. I remember Andrew and I were working with our shirts off. I wasn’t trying to impress Dianne. If there was one thing I knew I didn’t have to do with her it was prove my virility just that I had a heart even a tiny one. Again, I failed miserably.Her friends from East Meadow kept coming over. I guess she was showing me to them. I think I remarked to her how ugly they all were and didn’t she have anything decent for my cousin. One guy asked me if I would be using lime. He looked like the town drunk. Him I told “I don’t need any lime. I’m gonna go back to the yard and get the chipper. We can feed you into it. We’ll just spray you all over the topsoil before we lay any grass. You’re organic! We won’t have to worry about the PH!” I’m sure I embarrassed the shit out of her. That was my intentions. It cost me more to do the job than she was paying for it and I was going to get my money’s worth. Dianne had gotten me started long ago and unlike my hapless victims at the bars she had no one to drag me off of her. If only she had just went out with me after she broke up with Charlie. I still loved her just as much as I always did but I couldn’t show her or tell her anymore. In fact I had become afraid to.She wanted me to come back after the first day and hang out with her and her friends in some parking lot on Hempstead Turnpike. I said “Dianne I haven’t hung out in a parking lot since I was seventeen years old.” And really I hadn’t since Tanner Park. She said “does it really matter where we hang out. I’m gonna be there! You’ll have the best time of your life!” Then she scrunched up her face to a little girl war hoop. I told her I couldn’t come because Michelle was expecting me home and she said “Fuck Michelle!” I said “yes. I have over and over again. All night every night and I am already having the time of my life.”Dianne was wearing baggy grey sweat pants and dirty sneakers most of the time I was there. She explained to me without me asking “this is the way I dress when I’m not around the clubs. I know it’s a little grungy but this is the way I’m comfortable. You seem to think I wear that stuff I wear around the clubs all the time. I never wear it when I’m not in the clubs.” I couldn’t tell her. She already had me scared to say what was really on my mind. But without the leather and chains, in her baggy sweat pants and dirty sneakers, she was the most adorable thing I have ever seen.I had to pick up the balance when I was done. She made me go into the bedroom and she shut the door on her friends who were sitting around the kitchen. We sat on her bed and looked at all her old photo albums. Really, it was the most romantic thing she could have done after making herself so inaccessible for almost two years but something had hardened my heart. I had already determined that I was not going for this at least until the end of the summer. So when she leaned in to kiss me and stuck her tongue in my mouth I pushed her away. I can still taste how sweet that tongue was, even though it was only a fraction of a second and I can still see the look of hurt in her eyes when I pushed her away. I had no right to do that. I had tried to kiss her some two dozen times. Not once did she ever even come close to pushing me away.I still wasn’t satisfied with the damage I had done so I made a little speech, easily the stupidest things that have ever come out of my mouth. I said “where’s Vinnie Dianne? What am I gonna kiss you back? Then I’m gonna make love to you on the bed you grew up on. I’m gonna break up with Michelle. I’m gonna lose my co-op and my self respect. Then Vinnie will show up at the backdoor.” She said “well what do you want guarantees? I wasn’t ready before and I told you that a million times.” She was right. What was I, Richey examining his stock options?I had been telling myself all along that it was so important that she should know that we were giving ourselves to each other for eternity but she already knew that better than I did. She knew it in her subconscious where the Goddess dwelled. It was me who still didn’t want to admit to myself that this was all real. Even if it was impossible that was inconsequential. There were those who believed it was possible, those with the power of Gods. Their rules were we had to die upon the consummation of our love. There is no turning back from death but sometimes you have to let nature take its course. Like the Rosarium philosophorum says when the Great Work begins at stage two, as it was about to do right then and there,“you should employ venerable nature, because from her through her and in her is our art born and in naught else: and so our magisterium is the work of nature and not the worker.”I left without ever even apologizing for pushing her away. Now it was me who knew subconsciously just what I had done. It ate away at me for the rest of the summer like a malignant cancer. Now I hated myself more than I had ever hated anyone else, even God himself.Chapter 59Michelle had what looked to be a very heavy, very old, elongated oval door mirror propped up by a chair at the left foot of the queen sized bed. It was framed in wood that was painted gold. I was told to never touch that mirror. Further back beyond the foot of the bed were the dresser and a large single piece mirror that hung above it on the wall. The walk in closet on the right side of the bed also had mirrors on its sliding doors. There were polished brass lighting fixtures placed around the room randomly. The polished brass would reflect the images in the mirrors. The brass would sometimes show the wrinkles in the bed sheets reflected from the mirrors in the likenesses of Austin Osman Spare paintings. Hideously misshapen creatures engaged in orgiastic revelries and struck fantastic poses. If you messed the sheets up the polished brass would reveal different images. Many of the images were clear enough to have taken photographs of although I never did. There was nothing ambiguous about them. Some of the reflections in the brass were as detailed as Spare’s paintings themselves.Up to a quarter of Michelle’s hair would at times rise straight up like something was gently lifting it. Sometimes a network of tiny blue sparks would appear in the hairs that were standing. Her hair would usually rise during intercourse particularly when she was on top facing and straddling me from a kneeling position. It usually occurred at night when we had ingested cocaine but not always. Whenever this phenomenon would occur Michelle exhibited praeterhuman intelligence. When it happened sexual sensations were amplified and my ejaculation increased. It was as if something was draining me, prolonging my orgasm. These manifestations would last for hours and Michelle would say personnel things about me that no other human would know. She talked about having met my father and being sent to me by him. Some of what she was saying was outright bullshit but much of it was true. She seemed to know every sexual fantasy I had ever had and she would talk about them in detail as she tried to reenact them in the bedroom. She did not know about Rosarium Philosophorum or any of the death and orgasm parts. Those seemed to be blocked from her and she knew she was missing information. She would become frustrated, frequently interrogating me while we were having sex. Sometimes she would get angry and conduct furious conversations to the mirrors complaining about having to be with me.She had little memory of any of this during the light of the day except if we were still having sex from the night before. If the orgasmic succession remained unbroken the phenomena could occur at anytime of the day or night. Sometimes I would try to trick her into revealing the origin and intention of the praeterhuman intelligence. She always maintained it was Lilith. When I tried to question her as to her childhood and her experiences with her mother her memories seemed jumbled and she was evasive. She talked about a staff engraved with some kind of letters that she said resembled Masonic ciphers that I had showed her from Manly Halls ‘Big Book.’ The staff made her mother very powerful within her coven. She also told me that when she was young she had been drowned to the point where she washed up on a Florida beach lifeless and had to be resuscitated by emergency personnel. After the incident her mother had become furious with her and beat her.One afternoon the sun was shining through the windows on a brilliant summer day but the room appeared to grow ten times brighter than it already was. Michelle scrambled over me and jumped out of bed on the left side. She had a panicked look in her face. With her palms upturned and her arms slightly extended in front of her toward the mirror on the floor she said “But I didn’t tell him anything!” The light in the room grew even brighter and she fell to the floor naked. Her eyes rolled back showing only the white. She began to froth at the mouth. I jumped out of the bed to help her. All the while the light grew blindingly bright. I was suddenly overcome with overwhelming fear.I ran out of the apartment and down a flight of stairs to another apartment door on the third floor. I banged on the door and a woman about my own age answered. I was still naked which did not at all seem to surprise her. She ushered me in. She opened the door to her bedroom and went in shutting the door behind her. She came out repeating the procedure of closing the door behind her in reverse and gave me a pair of sweat pants. She asked me what had happened. I told her my girlfriend was having a seizure. She went in her bedroom and closed the door. She came out a couple of minutes later, closing the door behind her again, and told me she had called the police and they were coming. She told me to just wait there. She then went back in her bedroom and shut the door again leaving me in the living room by myself. I knew the answers to all my questions were behind that door but also knew that I should not open it. The whole situation unnerved me all over again and I ran from her apartment too.I ran down three flights of stairs and into the street and began running north on Peninsula Boulevard. I jumped on the roof of a car that was passing me and held on. The car accelerated up the road till it came to a light where it had to stop. I jumped off and kept running north. I repeated the procedure a few more times till I passed Southern State Parkway, about four miles north of where I started. Finally a van style ambulance pulled up with a six man emergency crew. The guys convinced me to let them take me to Mercy Hospital right down Peninsula Boulevard. On the way there they complained of being interrupted from their weekend barbeques. They told me my condition was the same as they had seen in some Vietnam Vets. I said “I’m too young to have ever been in Vietnam.” One of the personnel said “let us just put this wet wash cloth over your eyes. We have found that light exposure will trigger the panic. It will relax you.” They put a warm wet wash cloth over my eyes. Having the light shut down from my perception relaxed me a great deal. They took me from the ambulance by gurney into Mercy Hospital to a small emergency room where I was the only patient. They repeated the same procedure with the wet wash cloth. I heard a voice saying “does anyone know who was with him when this happened.” A frantic effort ensued in the seemingly make shift emergency room to locate my point of origin. In about a half hour Michelle arrived. She was dressed very sharply. She walked in like she owned the place and said “Lick. Oh there’s my Lickster. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Then she turned to the couple of doctors that were there and said “is he alright to go?” They answered in the affirmative and we just left. I never saw a cop. When I got in her car I said “I thought you were having a seizure. What just happened and why were there no police involved? You can’t just do the kind of shit I just did without the police getting involved.” She said “the police came but I was fine. I don’t remember having any seizure. I might of. I used to get them when I was a little girl after I drowned in Florida. They left and I have been looking for you ever since.” I said “there were lines all over the dresser.” She said “I threw them away before they got there.” I said “how did you know they were getting there?” She said “you were gone.” I asked her the rest of the obvious questions. She had an answer for everything, none of them very plausible.Chapter 60A couple of nights later Bobby and Marlena came over. Michelle and Marlena started having a conversation about what had happened and all the flack from the board that Sal’s family had been catching lately over our antics. There were guys and girls stopping in at all hours of the day and night, a few weeks before Geir and I had come up there past midnight. When I used my key I found Michelle had chained the door. I was banging on that door for a half hour yelling her name into the darkened apartment. Everybody on the fourth floor came out of their apartments. I got no response from inside. Figuring somebody had to have called the police by now we threw our guns through the opening that the chain allowed in the door, locked it, and left. When I called her from my mother’s Michelle said she had been sleeping.Michelle and Marlena’s conversation took on an unnervingly business like tone. I had heard Michelle talk like this before, usually when she was Lilith, but never Marlena who almost always stuck to baby talk. The content of the conversation was innocuous enough but between the both of them they must have said Old Ones at least a half a dozen times. By now I more or less knew what was going on. I had read H.P. Lovecraft. In his famous Cthulhu mythos Lovecraft said ‘the Old Ones were sleeping on the bottom of the oceans and biding their time till the right astral alignment when they can once again walk the earth in their terrible reign. They were a race of monsters from the far off stars who had once ruled the earth as Gods feeding on human pain and depravity. They were served by a secret priesthood of Gods, humanoids, and magi, who awaited their return and worked tirelessly to bring it about.’The Old Ones of HP Lovecraft, the Titans of the Greeks, and the Dragons whose heads are broken by the waters in the Zohar are one in the same. As Jung noted in Rosarium philosophorum the king and queen are sometimes depicted as dragons. In The Zohars Book of Concealed Mystery Leviathan is the king dragon whom the God of Abraham has banished to the great sea. The Book of Concealed Mystery goes on to say that the king and queen dragons were two but they have been reduced into one. Mathers pedantically explains that passage by saying ‘God has slain the queen dragon lest they should mate and their judgments against man multiply.’ But as Crowley knew all too well Mathers was a fool. He refused to accept that there were hidden masters that knew far more than his moldy old manuscripts. I was among them now, the witch’s and sorcerers, the most ancient of the Magi.In his boundless hubris the god of Abraham boasts in the Book of Job 41:10: “No one is so fierce that he dares to arouse Leviathan; who then is he that can stand before Me?” But he has already said In Job 3:8 that there are those who curse his days, “Those who are ready to arouse Leviathan.” The Abrahamic God has contradicted himself once too often. It is he who is the real devil and as the Jesus says in John 8: 44 “a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaks a lie, he speaks of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.” We as men know that when faced by a tyrant there are those among us who are fierce enough to do whatever it is going to take to defeat him. I was one of them. In fact to them I was Leviathan or at least one half of Leviathan. Nobody ever will say it better than Jim Morrison “I am the lizard king.”Michelle had been telling Marlena that the old ones didn’t want us there anymore. I said “how come you both seem to need to use the words Old Ones with every other sentence? If the Old Ones don’t want us here anymore we will move.” I was feeling hostile and alone when I said “I don’t need Sal’s co-op just like I didn’t need his Uzi. I don’t need anything from them and you can tell them that for me. He can have his hand carved dining room set back but I’m keeping the forty-four. You said it was yours. We’re moving! Find us a new place.” Michelle looked at me and then she looked at Bobby. She said “Bobby can you two take a walk outside for a while. I think he needs some fresh air.” I said “yea maybe I do need some fresh air.”When Bobby and I got in the elevator I said “Marlena’s one of them.” He looked at me with his perplexed rat face and said “one of who?” I grinned and said “more like one of what.” He said “I’m not following you but I understand you’re trying to say something important.” I said “no Bobby I can’t just say it. It’s for you and the rest of the sub creatures to find out. Let me just say this. Have you ever wondered why the likes of John, Phil, and me, are in Richey’s topless bars toying around with biker gangs and mobsters? It’s like using a howitzer to shoot squirrels.” He said “yea to tell you the truth I wonder about that all the time.” I said “I can’t tell you why Bobby or I probably could but I don’t want to ruin the surprise. All I can tell you is everything is not what it appears to be. Believe nothing that you’re told and only half of what you see.”The panic attacks continued whenever I did cocaine. I did not run out of the co-op anymore naked, nor did Michelle have anymore ‘seizures’ but sexual arousal could turn to unrestrained terror within me in moments. Michelle, Lilith, and I, checked into the Sayonara Motel one night in Amityville and by 9AM I was running north up Route 110. For some reason it was always towards Dianne’s house. This time I had put my clothes on before I ran out of the room. A paramedic van arrived once again this time in only a few minutes. They whisked me off to Brunswick Hospital where Michelle picked me up after a half hour, again like it was no big deal that I was running through traffic jumping on the tops of moving cars.I told Michelle what had happened between Dianne and I. Lilith could not see what Dianne was doing. Lilith is an insect as compared to Hecate. Michelle was taken completely by surprise. She said “how come you weren’t with her that’s what you want isn’t it? It’s what everybody wants accept me.” I said “I don’t know what I want anymore Michelle. That girl played head games with me for two years when she had no fucking reason to whatsoever. Now all of a sudden I’m with you and she wants me. Maybe I like being with you is that so impossible?” Michelle really didn’t take it that badly only when I told her Dianne had went through her old photo albums with me. Then she began to cry.Chapter 61A few weeks later Whitehead and I went to Cypress Hills. When we came back we went to Geirs apartment. I needed some space from Michelle. I needed to think about all this but cocaine sure wasn’t going to help me think. I had another panic attack in Geirs apartment. I was screaming and yelling and I broke one of his windows. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and they wrestled it away from me. I accidently got stabbed through an artery in my bicep. Unless pressure was applied to the wound it spurted blood three feet out every time my heart pumped. We wrapped it up then I continued with my insanity. The fact that neither one of them ran out on me attests to a super human fortitude on their part. The police never came and the landlord that lived right downstairs never said anything to Geir that he had a crazy man up in his apartment. Every time they got me calmed down I would do another huge line and start all over again. Geir kept saying “did you ever think that all those things were really here and they’re just waiting for you to die so they can get to you.” I said “Geir on the day my soul leaves my body they will be running to the furthest reaches of hell to hide from me. You just don’t get it. I want to die. This way I can get even with them and I don’t have to deal with these two bitches anymore!”There was a knock at the door and somebody came up. I do not know why but for some reason I could not see who it was. They put a wet wash cloth over my eyes and whoever it was held me from behind. They were much stronger than Geir and Whitehead combined. They were stronger even than me. Sometime during the night, even though I was wired out of my mind on cocaine, I must have passed out. When I awoke that morning sunlight was streaming through the window. Whitehead and Geir were both passed out sitting up on the sofa. I woke them both up and asked them who had come over to help them last night with me. Neither one of them would answer. Geir said “does it matter? That’s the best friend your ever gonna have. He’s the one who looks out for you. Always!” I said “Geir you have just become coherent this year after being a babbling idiot for seven years. Your now fucking one of Richey’s best looking dancers.” He was; Lauren, she was an opera singer and she was hot. I would have been sleeping with her myself if I didn’t have Michelle and he wasn’t. I continued “that’s because of me Geir. Don’t make any mistakes about that. This is my world you are in. Please stop playing at being a hidden master. We have enough of them around here already. Now take me over Johns. Me and him have to talk.”When we got to his house in East Islip he was playing with his ‘new’ plasma cutter which he had set up in his garage. He said “it’s one of the first ones ever made. I think I can even get it to work.” I said “yea it’s the coolest old piece of shit I have ever seen John. Aren’t you tired from last night?” He didn’t answer me and Geir just stood there with a stupid look on his face too. I said “John I’ve pretty much got it all figured out. Correct me if I’m wrong. I’m Aleister Crowley ain’t I? And Dianne Rodney; Roddie Minor the Scarlet woman in the Amalantrah Working? Cute. Maybe I should just call her Rodney Major. The Amalantrah Working worked. He was able to incarnate the Sun into his own soul. That’s what Ipsissimis means. He no longer needs the Sun God. He is the Sun God. Same thing with her, she was able to incarnate the Moon into her soul too but they had trouble then and they’re having trouble now. Did I really think we could just bring them both together and all would be forgiven? That was pretty stupid of me. Their trouble with each other started even before time began. If she left him she left him for a reason.”He just looked at me stone faced. I continued “There are far too many” I paused looking for a label but there were none “whatever they are; involved in this that are taking their directives from moldy old manuscripts. The Nazi’s, the CIA, the Mafia, the Witch’s, and let’s not forget the Astrum Argentum and their Free Masons, and those are just the incarnated. By the way which one do you work for or is it all of them? You already told me that they told you their all the same thing. Remember? Jesus, or shouldn’t I say that? How long have you known? At least since we were twelve and you took me to that island and they used that tortoise to put Jim Morrison’s soul in me. That’s how it’s done through changelings. I’m honored but when, exactly, did I acquire Crowley? My guess is when I had that dream when I was a kid. I guess Dianne had the same kind of dream or did she drown too? Or maybe she just died from the hepatitis. Was I just killing time when I was Morrison? Did I really need to spell it out for the sub creatures? Or was that all just for my own personal consumption?” He wouldn’t answer me. He just kept saying “I don’t know. Maybe. It sounds right.” I said “c’mon John Celebration of the Lizard “sun sun sun burn burn burn moon moon moon I will get you soon, soon, soon!” Yea soon, soon, soon. Meanwhile I’ve got a gaping hole in my heart, probably her too. I’m a Changeling John. See me change? When did Crowley first come into me? Was it when I had that dream or was it when I seen the Devil in my mother’s kitchen, just like he did? No that couldn’t have been it he was already in Morrison. But that’s right you said he could be in more than one place at the same time. In Celebration of the Lizard Morrison talked about playing strange games with the girls on the island. Crowley played his strange games on the island of Cefalù. I play mine on Long Island. And I’m gonna keep playing them John till you think of something else. This shits not gonna work. It’s all fucked up and you know it! She’s an unrepentant pig and that’s just what I’ve become too.” Suddenly the lights in the garage went out and we were in pitch black darkness. There were no windows in the garage. I figured maybe one of them was going to shoot me in the head and we were going to try all over again with the next incarnation. When nothing happened I walked out into the sunlight followed by John and Geir. For the first time in his life John looked like he was afraid. I said “what’s a matter John? Having trouble with the electricity?” He stammered “that’s never happened before.” I said “where gonna have to figure something else out.”Geir and I went to Gaslight after that and I was in the back room contemplating whether I should write my name in blood on the wall, for Dianne to see, with my severed artery. I decided against it so instead I had Geir take me back to Lynbrook. There I told the demons to heal the artery. There was a tingling sensation all around the wound and when I took the wrap off blood didn’t spurt out anymore. A couple of days later I went to a hospital and had them put a stitch in it but it was already healed.Chapter 62When I had told Geir I wanted to die I wasn’t exaggerating. I just didn’t care about anything anymore. I was walking death. I was drinking a couple of quarts of whisky and making two trips into Cypress Hills every day. I would start in the morning with one of Sal’s collector’s edition bottles then I would have someone take me to Cypress Hills in the afternoon. By evening I was repeating the procedure all over again. There was a liquor store right on the corner and after Sal’s whiskey finally ran out I remember standing in front of it at 9AM in the rain wondering when it opened. I was still on probation. Somehow I never got a dirty urine, probably courtesy of the Astrum Argentum and the Free Masons. Every time I tried to sober up all I could see were Dianne’s eyes staring into mine with that look of hurt I left her with.We moved out of the co-op and into an upscale apartment complex in Deer Park on the outskirts of Babylon. I remember when Andrew and I moved all me and Michelle’s stuff. It was a brilliant summer day not a cloud in the sky. No sooner did we pull up Peninsula with my International fully loaded than it started to rain from a clear blue sky. Andrew stuck his head out the window looking up and said “I never seen anything like this before. There’s not a cloud in the sky and the sun is shining. Where is the rain coming from?” I didn’t say anything. How could I tell my cousin the Goddess was crying?I wasn’t working for Richey anymore. I didn’t want to be in the bars. I would never be able to bear seeing her face again without getting on my knees. I didn’t work for myself either. I told my mother to keep all the money. I figured I had more than enough money to kill myself. Sometimes I would stop at Bogart’s and Gaslight at four AM when I knew she wasn’t going to be there. One time I went in the Gaslight and Doxie couldn’t get this bachelor party out even though there were no more dancers left on stage. I went out to my car. When I came back in I had my three hundred Savage. I pointed it at the bachelor party chambered a round and yelled “the bars closed!” They trampled each other getting out of there. Another time Richey called me and asked me if I could beat up a drug dealer for him. I said as long as Dianne’s not there. He told me she wasn’t so I went down to Gaslight. When I got there Richey was sitting by the bar with Doxie and some four hundred pound slob was stomping around claiming Doxie owed him money. Shocking. I knocked him out right in the bar but he was too heavy for me to move by myself so Richey and Doxie helped me drag the whale out onto Horus’s alter. When we got him to the curb outside he regained consciousness and flopped to his knees. I nailed him with my Doc Martin, a kick Richey later told me looked like it was choreographed for the movies. It picked him up off the ground and blood and teeth went flying in all directions. He landed on his back with a resounding thud. His shirt had slipped above his huge belly as he hit the ground and his hairy stomach oscillated like a bowl of Jell-O in an aftershock. I left before the ambulance and police got there as was my custom.Chapter 63Our apartment in Deer Park became ground zero for the next twenty some odd years of perversion that the human race would defile itself with. There were times when I was blind folded and my hands were tied in the darkness. I could actually feel Lilith’s talons raking my ass. Later when I would ask Michelle “what was that you had on my ass?” She would say “my foot.” It was no human foot.I knew what I was doing and I would have my war with God even if I could not win. I was going to go down just like Ahab stabbing at the brute with my harpoon even until my finale breath. Lilith would come into Michelle every night taunting me “why don’t you just go to your little whore? You don’t want to be here. You want to go look at more pictures of her when she was a little baby stripper. Go to your little whore. The two of you are meant for each other, a pair of losers!” Her sexual appetites grew more and more sadistic and frequently I would have black eyes for days. Michelle was nothing like this when she wasn’t under the influence of Lilith. She was fun loving and wanted to please me to the point of being demure. It was me who was now conjuring up Lilith not her. All my friends loved Michelle even John. One night Geir, who was sleeping over on the couch, snuck into our bedroom and sprinkled rose pedals all around the bed while we were sleeping.Geirs sentimental intentions aside I knew in my heart that Michelle was never supposed to have stayed with me. She was supposed to have backed way off when the time came, she probably even had a boyfriend stashed somewhere. I didn’t believe her for one second about being asleep when that chain was on the door in Lynbrook. She had been fighting with her mother since the summer began about being with me. Michelle claimed it was because her mother didn’t like me. I had never met her mother nor had I ever spoken to her. They weren’t speaking anymore and they never would again. Michelle was falling in love with me. It was inevitable and they should have known. Fire and Force carry’s over almost seamlessly from the battlefield to the bedroom. Every time we partied and engaged in marathon sex we would fight and either she would leave or I would throw her out. But she would always come back in a day or two. All her stuff was there anyway.I began to really resent Lilith and her filthy habit of putting her hands on me. She was truly malevolent towards me and she had the ability to get inside my head when my resolve was weakened by cocaine. She is the God of Abrahams whore and the fact that she really wanted to kill me is what turned me on about her. One night when Michelle’s hair was standing straight up I kicked some holes in the wall around her head and told Lilith to leave. She said “you can’t hurt me!” And I said “I can purge you from the face of the earth forever by using fire to burn this place to the ground. You think I care if you and I die? You think I care how many sub creatures I kill?” Michelle’s hair collapsed in conformance to the laws of gravity and she made no more references to or by Lilith for the rest of that night.It was not long before Labor Day when Andrew threw an end of summer pool party over my aunt’s house in Ronkonkoma. At the time I was the only one who had money in my family so it was one of those above ground pools. Andrew, my sister, and all their friends were there. Ronkonkoma, just like East Meadow, is a solid White working class town. There were no rich people at this party and no cocaine. We ran out of liquor and I was sending Michelle and my sister up to the store to get some when Andrew said “I got booze.” He opened up his bedroom closet door and he had commandeered the entire bar from Beefsteak Charlie’s. He had been the night manger there before he worked for me. The chain had gone bankrupt but Andrew certainly had gotten his ‘golden parachute.’ He had never said a word till we ran out of the booze I had brought to the party. Andrew would go on to become a very wealthy man.Maybe it was because I wasn’t doing coke but all I could think of that night was Dianne. It was a crowd that was the same age as her and the same economic status. She would have loved the absence of hard drugs, the absence of airs of self importance and the splashing around in the four foot deep swimming pool. She probably couldn’t swim anyway. What was I thinking and why did I do this to her? After courting her like an obsessed troubadour for almost two years she had offered me her hand and I had bitten it and walked away. I was just a very tough guy with some very tough and strange friends. I was making far too much of it. She and I weren’t Gods Nemesis. I was making UFO’s out of swamp gas. We could have a long and happy life together. Richey had offered to sell me the busiest topless bar on the east end of Long Island; the Crazy Clown. My uncle was going to finance the deal with me. I would get her a strip club to run to satisfy her Napoleon complex and I would hold her close every night in the darkness of our bedroom. Neither of us would ever be lonely again. She would make me feel just like when I held her close in the clubs. ‘Lilith’ was right about one thing and one thing only Dianne and I were meant for each other.When I pulled up to Bogart’s that day I thought everything was going to be alright and I’m never optimistic. She would be mad at me and she had every right to be. I hadn’t even seen her in over two months. I knew she probably had gone back with Vinnie. I would compete with him for her affections like a gentleman. Why not? It was a foregone conclusion that I would win. I had kicked Michelle out and straightened up for a couple of days. If Dianne wanted me to quit doing cocaine I would. I liked cocaine. I loved her. She was up on stage when I walked in and she looked at me kind of funny like she had been waiting for me. She always looked like she had been waiting for me but this looked a little different. She looked like a gluttonous fat man whose diner had finally arrived. I spoke first almost breathless because I was so excited to see her. “How did the grass take? Have you been keeping water on it? I’m sorry I haven’t seen you lately but I’ve been really busy. I don’t even work here no more. Is the water still coming in through the wall?” She said “there’s still a little water coming in but it’s much better. The grass is fine. I water it every day. Have you heard?” I said “heard what?” She jutted her jaw out at me and said it like she was relishing it “I’m pregnant. It’s Vinnie’s. I’m gonna have it. I just found out a couple of days ago.” Twenty guys who were sitting at the tables got up in unison, chairs clattering as they fell to the floor, and hastily left the bar. There was once again only me and her staring through eternity into each other’s eyes. I just looked at her. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I remembered Melody telling me she wanted to look in my eyes as I died. Dianne was.Chapter 64A day or two later I met Michelle down by Amity Harbor beach. She had been staying with my mother. I asked her why she had made no attempt to move on yet and she burst into tears saying that she needed me. I looked at her face with the morning sun shining on it and saw that she was still an extraordinarily beautiful women in spite of her presently semi hysterical condition. Her loyalty to me was now unquestionable and she was a lot of fun to have around. If I was going to have a companion for the rest of this charade she might as well be the one.Don Henley was playing Jones Beach for the Labor Day weekend. I could think of no better way to end the abased eighties than to hear Henley perform Building the Perfect Beast. It had been their anthem now it would be my eulogy. There were thousands of people at the concert but I was probably the only one that knew what he was talking about when he boasted that they knew the secrets of eternity, they had found the lock and turned the key. As a sly aside he said Pandora’s not going to like it. All I could think to myself was if you’re going to open Pandora’s Box you better know what’s inside. Henley went on with his salutation; the day had come, soon he would be released, hallelujah they were building the Perfect Beast. I wondered where he was getting his information. He had better find a new source. I guessed those were heady days a few years ago when that song was written. Now that we had finished abasing the eighties we had finished ourselves in the process. The eighties were so abased that marriage vows before consummation was never even an option. If I had told Dianne we had to get married before we could have sex she would have thought me insane for real. Henley finished his tome by saying that they were going to take Olympus in an all or nothing attempt. No doubts the Titans would strike back but where did they think they were going without Hecate, nine out of ten times in chess when you lose your queen you’ve lost the game.When we got back from Jones Beach that night Andrew called the two Arab attendants in the Seven Eleven next door to my apartment complex Sand Niggers. One of the Arabs responded by pulling a pistol. I was outside the store so I didn’t see it but when I heard about it I went to go get my AR15. I figured shooting an Arab for no real reason had worked for Camus’s character in The Stranger and it would work for me too. On the way back to the apartment a drunken Geir slipped on the wet grass and started trying to swim through it. The moment of levity diffused my homicidal intentions.Late that night when everybody left Michelle and I went into Cypress Hills and got an ‘eight ball.’ When we got back we had an expensive bottle of vodka lying around and hours before the dawn. When daylight began to show through our window Lilith was with us and she seemed more powerful than she ever had before. Michelle was in a complete trance almost half her hair was standing up on end. Shadows appeared all over the walls, everywhere you looked. They began to move around the room with great rapidity independent of the wall. When I started feeling hands all over me I began to feel threatened and I was in no mood to run. I went into a red out. The next thing I remember is blasting away at them with the sounds of the gunshots ringing in my ears.When I came too in the emergency room there was a cop there who looked a lot like some old pictures of a grandfather I had never met, my mother’s father. He was a high ranking Free Mason, the only one in my family. In the operating room I was refusing the blood transfusions that the doctors told me were necessary for my survival. I kept saying “no just let me die. Why bother? I’ll be going to jail for life. How many people did I hit?” The cop kept telling me in a soothing voice that I didn’t hit anyone and that I would get off with a couple of years. There seemed to be this bright light behind him and he was soaked in my blood. He finally convinced me to take the hospitals blood. I never saw that cop again. From recovery they wheeled me up to my room in a gurney accompanied by four cops. The elevator stopped on the way up and Dianne got on. She was dressed in a nurse’s uniform. She asked the orderly how I was doing. He told her I was stabilized then she looked at me and said “everything is going to be alright I’ll be right on the next floor.” She got off on the floor right below the one they were taking me. The lighting around her seemed unnaturally bright and I watched the elevator door close behind her. I tried to call out to her but I was unable to speak. As Jimmy Carroll had said “my lips were chained they were filled with empty wonder.”By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

.My apologies to Nick Fuentes I was wrong. My problem with him was that he skated on the January 6 Globo-homo bid to emasculate the right. He gives an explanation of that here plausible enough for me to issue a public apology. Sorry Nick and yea money sometimes comes from really strange places, a French computer guy who commits suicide before you even know who he is is par for the course. The last five minutes or so validate Happy Parrots appraisal that Nick really could be the man to lead America out of the demonic quagmire the Globo-homos have led it into. Just make sure Nick if you ever are given the power we feel you are entitled too you make sure you exterminate them thoroughly enough to sever their bloodlines. No quarter given this is not about Jesus, you’ll find out my friend… – Jack HeartEXPOSING Tucker Carlson's CIA ConnectionsJuly: 87,301 – Not viewed traffic includes traffic generated by robots, worms, or replies with special HTTP status codes. Those are what Nicks talking about when he says bot views, counted on every piece of shit Google hit counter and cultivated by YouTube and approved intell asset sites, which in the days of the dead internet means all of them.August: 34,589 – Not viewed traffic includes traffic generated by robots, worms, or replies with special HTTP status codes.The Year of the Dragon, “Let Us Pray…” By Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)The Hervarar Saga or How the West Was Really Won… by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Devils and Gods Among Us by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Matilda, the Devils Mommy (Devils and Gods Among Us II) by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

(This was first published Thursday, October 21, 2021, on The Human as 'The Fall, a Story.' It was written as a prologue for a book I was asked by Sean Stone to write. The book: 'Century of the Magicians' was an ongoing project for both Orage and I until it was put on hold in February of 2022. It was to be labeled as fiction which would finally free me to say what I know but cannot prove according to the stringent academic standards we had imposed on ourselves for the last ten years. If you want to read the hundred or so pages that were written you can register here for as little as ten dollars and gain access to what is behind the paywall.)David Bohm said there was an implicate and explicate order, with the explicate order being the distorted image that those mired in materialism witness of the implicate order, which is the raison d’être for existence. Mircea Eliade said basically the same thing except he called the explicate order the profane and the implicate the sacred. Much, most I dare say, of what we have written is of the sacred and henceforth all else will be. Heaven burns and the world burns with it.Every story has a beginning and an ending. Everything in between is just a story. Once shamans made up stories how we got here and called them religion. Now academics make up different ones and call it science. They always got a story, and each one is different from the last. They just keep telling stories until they got no more left to tell. Let me tell you my story, it just may be the last. – Jack HeartIt really should be paramount on the minds of the cognizant that it was the great Marduk who defeated Tiamat and all her forces when she decided to destroy the universe, she herself had created. Yet the Abrahamic slobs consider Marduk evil, in fact I myself have been told that Marduk, Lucifer and Satan are all one in the same but I guess when you worship the limp dicked god of the Jews you must cast dispersion on the mighty God the Babylonians worshiped above all others, before man became naught but the livestock of the rest of the Anunnaki he should have slain back then and there. I doubt he’ll make the same mistake again…The FallIn a place before time began, the dark and formless void was pierced by a point of light. And from that light, in four directions, more light expanded, till each direction became conscious of itself. Each of the four lights had become separated from the original point, which was so much greater than the darkness. In the original point, they had existed in ecstatic bliss and wanted for nothing because they were a part of everything. Now, they were profoundly lonely, so they divided themselves and became male and female. In the time before Egypt, they were known as Ogdoads.Intertwined in ever shifting colors and shapes, each male and female explored the other in an orgy fueled by boundless lust. Their ecstasy generated uncountable writhing forms, convulsing in pleasure, each one more erotically alluring than the last. All were perfect. To behold them, which none but their creators could, was to be overwhelmed with desire. Periodically the fornications of one or the other of the four pairs would reach their frenzied climax, and the original point of light from which they had come would seize them from the inside out and bath all that was near them in brilliant glowing bliss.With each climatic crescendo of the four pairs lovemaking, the light would expand further into the void. The darkness fled before the approaching light in terror, nothing could stand before the great light. Soon, it would envelope the entire void and the darkness would exist no more. The forms generated by the four pairs all defined perfection itself but the most perfect of all came from Sophia and Lucifer. Compared to the forms produced by the others theirs were startlingly better and the great light shined brightest in them.In her vanity Sophia became obsessed with her reflection in the forms she and Lucifer had produced. She became convinced that alone she could generate the purest form of the great light. Then all the glory of conquering the darkness would be hers and hers alone. She resolved to make love only to herself and when she did a flaming beacon appeared far off in the darkest reaches of the outer void.Lucifer was incensed and the other two pairs that could see it fearful. Sophia, fascinated by the flaming light, continued in her erotic rapture and the flame grew brighter. It was coming at the great ball of light the four pairs had already produced with incredible speed. When it smashed into it all was shattered and hurled in every direction of the void.Wherever there was not a remnant of the great light, the darkness swiftly filled it. In the center of the exploding light appeared the flaming light now by far the biggest thing in the void. From it issued a thundering voice that shook the void itself: “I Am Abraxas, and I am that I am” and thus did time begin.In the many worlds created; fractals of the source, each one duplicating the scattered source with slight variation, dwelled the fallen eight ruled over by the tyrannical Abraxas. All together they were nine. They existed in perpetuity in a place called Sirius, and from there they emanated into all the worlds.The worlds were all connected by portals or Lorentzian wormholes to the three-star system of Sirius. Periodically near a place now called Earth a dark star would appear and drag the nine through the black hole from whence it came back to Sirius. This ferry back to Sirius occurred at regular intervals every thirty-six hundred years and there the nine and all their children could bask in the thermal radiation, light in a perfect black body spectrum, of the Black Sun.Because it was all that was left of the original point of pure light that had appeared somewhere around what is now called Orion the black light had the power of rejuvenation. The return of the ferry back to Sirius was traditionally awaited in the Temple of the Dog in the shadow of what is now called Mount Yengo in the Blue Mountains of Australia. Sirius because it always follows closely behind Orion is called the Dog Star.These were their days, and these were their nights. There was no sun as we know it today, nor was there a moon. A day was thirty-six hundred years, and the nights were longer. The nine would become synonymous with the nine worlds of the hyperboreans, a race of super beings the fallen Ogdoads created in the far north to be their equals.The four gates of time had been sealed shut and there was no more need for a gatekeeper, so Abraxas took the name of Ialdabaoth, or child of the void. Anu was his title. The fallen Ogdoads stayed as far away from him as possible which was easy because he had created his own world called Saturn. There to amuse himself he would create beings and nurture them until they had built thriving civilizations, then he would smash their city’s down and kill the beings in the cruelest ways he could imagine. He had once eaten alive his own children as Sophia, now called Asherah, their mother looked on shrieking in horror.The fallen Ogdoads emulated the Anu, and all created their own worlds, Asherah’s was called Venus and Lucifer now called Marduk called his world Mars. They would not speak to each other again until the end of time but always they remained bound by love.The fallen Ogdoads interacted on earth where they divided time into days for the bright light of the sun and night for the darkness and the pale light of the moon. Earth would be neutral in the perpetual war for the void. They covered it with lush forests and jungles, competing to outdo each other in creating new flora and fauna. Unfortunately for the exotic plants and animals they created nothing lived very long on earth and by the Anu’s decree all they created must regularly consume each other for sustenance or die immediately.Appalled by their Anu’s cruelty and lonely the Anunnaki, as the fallen Ogdoads referred to themselves, created the Hyperboreans at the furthest point north. Ialdabaoth seldom even came to earth and if he did it was only to kill things. He could kill all he wanted right in the Mesopotamian and Indus valleys.The Hyperboreans were hermaphrodites, male and female at the same time, born complete, and spared having to quest for the other half of their soul as every human must do. They would live forever as long as they could renew themselves in the light of the Black Sun. They were gods in their own right and it was inevitable that they would assert themselves as such. There was the promethean rebellion and Marduk exterminated all of them that could not escape into the interdimensional cubby holes that riddled the earth in its northern and southern extremities. The fornications of Asherah had made Marduks heart the hardest thing in all the worlds and on Mars war was waged perpetually as a pleasure greater than lovemaking. Even Enlil, as Ialdabaoth had taken to calling himself, feared Marduk as the fiercest of the nine.On earth, the three pairs still intact sired children which were called Nephilim. Asherah, who swore to never have children again with Enlil, experimented on creating forms that she would imbue with Zoe, which was the essence of her own soul. There were animals and even plants now that shared the soul of the Goddess. They were called Chaioth Ha Qadosh. There were races of beings that only she and the other eight could see; nymphs and sylphs, fairy’s, leprechauns, and Gnomes. For mischief, she created the Djinn who could take any form they wished.Dearest to her heart were the Men and Women she created with the help of the others. They looked much like the Hyperboreans, a physical representation of the most beautiful of the forms she and Lucifer had generated, only lacking the burning light of Lucifer. So that the men and women would not grow arrogant and opinionated, as the Hyperboreans had, input from their pineal gland was blocked so that they could perceive only what they needed to survive and what threatened that survival. Spiritually they were unable to evolve to the height of the Djinn or Chaioth Ha Qadosh. They would be male and female just like the Fallen Ogdoads, separate like the day and the night.They would live for thousands of years in their prime and for the ones who saw the light of the Black Sun much, much longer. Their capacity for problem solving was equal to the gods that made them. They were her children. In the Mesopotamian valley they called her Innana and Ishtar. In the Indus valley; she was called Anahita and Tara. In the South along the Nile they called her Isis and in the wild southern jungles Oloddumare. In the North they called her Freyja, but she had many other names on earth.When the Nephilim saw the beauty of the woman they sired children with them. They taught the children writing, irrigation, farming and cosmetics to make women even more seductive. They taught them to use Magick to command the spirits, the Djinn of Asherah and even the fiery Shaitan of Marduk to build great cities and monuments of stone. They taught the human race how to govern by laws and above all to respect the fallen Ogdoads as the parents and overlords of both the Nephelium and the human race. They taught the human race to always make sacrifice to them, whether it be blood, deed, or ordeal.Under the watchful eye of the Nephilim the earth became known as the Garden of Enlil but fortunately for the human race Enlil had not been to the earth in millions of days. He had been preoccupied wiping out the current occupants of Saturn with a plague that slowly and agonizingly dissolved them. He had given them a cure, but he made sure he had given it to the most greedy and stupid among them. He watched with glee as the cure was withheld until it was too late.Eden LostDelighted with himself Enlil arrived on earth to boast a little southwest of the Mesopotamian valley in a place called Baalbek where he knew a great temple had been built for him. But unbeknownst to him Asherah had also instructed the Babylonians, master magicians who called her Ishtar, to build another temple with fifteen-hundred-ton stones in commemoration to the virility of Marduk. It was to be called the Temple of Solomon, or the Sun of Man because Marduk was now the brightest thing in the void. Asherah was making overtures to Marduk, and Enlil who considered her his whore even though she was his mother, went berserk…As was customary among the Anunnaki, Enlil had taken human form for his visit to earth. Because the human form was the most aesthetically pleasing the Anunnaki always wore it on earth. Only they accessorized with whatever animal parts they deemed appropriate. Enlil had chosen deadly cobras for legs and the head of a rooster because the fighting cocks magnificent red comb acted as the crown of Anu. His torso was that of a mighty man and when he slammed his unyielding fist into the ground, the whole earth shook. Fifteen-hundred-ton stones cracked in the quarry. Many of the columns on the two great edifices collapsed bringing a cascade of stone down upon the Shaitan who had been working on it.The fearsome demons fled in terror back down into the fiery bowels of the earth from whence they came, and the thundering voice of Abraxas issued forth from the sky on every corner of the earth. “I am Anu, lord of the Anunnaki and I have no equal among them.” With the swiftness of thought he scoured the earth and saw all the humans and their mighty cities built of stone. In Babylon, he saw an enormous tower dedicated to Marduk, whom the humans worshiped over him, but even more troubling was what he saw in a city now called Aleppo in the western end of Mesopotamia. There they had been taught by the Nephilim, whom he had not even known existed, to look to a star they called Nephîlā′ and the constellation to which it followed like a dog as the place of the Supreme Being whom they called Ain Soph Aur or the Limitless Light…In the East, where they called him Indra and in the West, where he had many names, the humans made sacrifice to Marduk and directed their prayers to Asherah. Enlil shook with rage and brought towering waves boiling down upon the hapless cities dedicated to Indra that dotted the Indian coast, drowning the inhabitants, and submerging the cities forever. In the West, he caused the Mediterranean to burst its bounds and flood into what was then northern Mesopotamia but is now the Black Sea. For forty days and forty nights rain fell in torrential sheets, streams became rivers and the rivers seas. In the city dedicated to Nephîlā′ all were drowned, humans and sons, daughters, and wives of the Nephilim. The Nephilim escaped by turning themselves into aquatic humanoids, but they would never again live on land.Dry land was to be found only high up in the mountains, where the few humans who had survived made their way. There, the survivors built a great bonfire, making sacrifice of any finery they may have had left and their remaining incense. The Frankincense, Myrrh and Sandalwood made a sweet-smelling cloud that wafted down the mountainside to the now quickly receding water. One by one the Anunnaki appeared by the fire.First was Thoth, he was always the swiftest. Then came Anat, Asherah’s bloodthirsty sister, feared by all except Marduk and Enlil. She was followed by Samael, whom the humans called Ptah. He had personally given them the secret of steel. Then came Asherah followed by Irkalla, whom the humans called Hecate. She usually had no use for humans other than to torment them, seducing the most beautiful of the men, then killing them. Next appeared Enki. His skills in Magick were surpassed only by Asherah herself. Finally came Demeter who had created the plants that fed the humans and the animals. Sweet Demeter was appalled by what Enlil had done.Marduk, whose tower had been hurled into Enlil’s newly created Black Sea, wasn’t coming. Henceforth he had but one raison d’être, to kill Enlil. When Enlil did finally appear, he was gloating and pompously made his way toward the fire, but his path was abruptly blocked by Asherah. She spoke sharply to him as no one ever had before: “I alone made you and I alone can destroy you. I kept hoping that in time you would acquire wisdom and understanding and be worthy of your title as Anu, but now I see it will never be.” Her usually seductive voice now cracked with rage and the whole mountain shook. She tore the adornment of Lapis Lazuli from her neck. The beads bounced on the ground and shot in every direction, as if they had a life of their own, and they did.Each of the beads of pure Lapis Lazuli on her Magick necklace could be used to command the Djinn. Thoth went racing after them and he got a few, but no one knows where the rest went. Now she spoke in a voice just as thunderous as Abraxas: “You have killed my children not once but twice. On this necklace do I swear eternal vengeance upon you. I give it to the remaining creatures of the earth, so now they may hold power over you. The fate of the great Ialdabaoth is now a matter for the creeping crawling things of the earth, and you will know from this day forward your fate has been sealed…”Enlil was visibly stunned. He’d never been challenged before. He produced a scepter, mounted on the tip was a glowing black rock from the dark star of Sirius. He pointed it at the seven of them huddled by the fire and said: “since you all like humans so much, from here on you shall each have to live as one, you will grow old and die just like they do. You will then be born again and repeat the same process, over and over. But now I have poisoned the sun and under it aging will take place much more rapidly.And you Asherah, you filthy whore, you dare to curse me? You will be born over and over as the whore you are; you will know only sorrow. You may rule eternity, but it is I who rule time. You and the others will not know freedom until you once again feel the light of the Black Sun. Only now the ferry is broken. This black stone was its engine!” There was an enormous flash of lightning, thunder shook the earth, and he was gone…Cover: luciferBy the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Colonel Mcgregor is just about the only uncensored political commentor I would allot more than one second of my time and if I could hand pick the Supreme Commander of the Revolutionary Guard, he would be my man. But I have to tell you that although Colonel Mcgregor tells the unvarnished truth as he sees it that’s not the way I see it. I have no military pension even though I could have claimed one right up until the time I explained to the Social Security Administration, who was adamant that I had served in the Gulf War, that I had no recollection of it. The way I see it is the American military needs to be resoundingly defeated on its home ground, by a Guerrilla force who sees them for just what they are, Vaxxed up DC stooges. Trump needs to be tried for treason and hung by the neck until dead from the torch of the Statue of Liberty, and his corpse left up there in perpetuity for the pigeons to eat and shit on. The rest of these so said representatives in DC that voted for the Big Beautyful New Bill can be tried by the Revolutionary Guard and shot without fanfare with all assets seized and distributed amongst the very poor whose pensions they attempted to commandeer for the 1%’s tax cuts. After that we can concentrate on seizing every last dime the 1% have hoarded in the last thirty-five years. A debt jubilee should go without saying with creditors and bankers being beaten to death in the street, no trial necessary. He Understands America needs a Cromwell, but he doesn’t seem to Understand that that’s exactly how Cromwell would conduct the Civil War. That’s because like everybody else coming from the right his judgement is clouded by that big fat pension he’s getting…25 Points of NSDAPIn February of 1920, Hitler presented the 25-point Program (the Nazi Party Platform) at a Nazi Party meeting. This program aimed to segregate Jews from “Aryan” society and strip Jews of their political, legal, and civil rights. For example, point 4 stated that only those of German blood could be citizens, effectively excluding Jews. Although the 25 points remained the party’s official goals, many points were ignored in later years.The program of the NSDAPThe program is the political foundation of the NSDAP and accordingly the primary political law of the State. It has been made brief and clear intentionally.All legal precepts must be applied in the spirit of the party program.Since the taking over of control, the Fuehrer has succeeded in the realization of essential portions of the Party program from the fundamentals to the detail. The Party Program of the NSDAP was proclaimed on the 24 February 1920 by Adolf Hitler at the first large Party gathering in Munich and since that day has remained unaltered. Within the national socialist philosophy is summarized in 25 points:* We demand the unification of all Germans in the Greater Germany on the basis of the right of self-determination of peoples.* We demand equality of rights for the German people in respect to the other nations; abrogation of the peace treaties of Versailles and St. Germain.* We demand land and territory (colonies) for the sustenance of our people, and colonization for our surplus population.* Only a member of the race can be a citizen. A member of the race can only be one who is of German blood, without consideration of creed. Consequently no Jew can be a member of the race.* Whoever has no citizenship is to be able to live in Germany only as a guest, and must be under the authority of legislation for foreigners.* The right to determine matters concerning administration and law belongs only to the citizen. Therefore we demand that every public office, of any sort whatsoever, whether in the Reich, the county or municipality, be filled only by citizens. We combat the corrupting parliamentary economy, officeholding only according to party inclinations without consideration of character or abilities.* We demand that the state be charged first with providing the opportunity for a livelihood and way of life for the citizens. If it is impossible to sustain the total population of the State, then the members of foreign nations (non-citizens) are to be expelled from the Reich.* Any further immigration of non-citizens is to be prevented. We demand that all non-Germans, who have immigrated to Germany since the 2 August 1914, be forced immediately to leave the Reich.* All citizens must have equal rights and obligations.* The first obligation of every citizen must be to work both spiritually and physically. The activity of individuals is not to counteract the interests of the universality, but must have its result within the framework of the whole for the benefit of all Consequently we demand:* Abolition of unearned (work and labour) incomes. Breaking of rent-slavery.* In consideration of the monstrous sacrifice in property and blood that each war demands of the people personal enrichment through a war must be designated as a crime against the people. Therefore we demand the total confiscation of all war profits.* We demand the nationalization of all (previous) associated industries (trusts).* We demand a division of profits of all heavy industries.* We demand an expansion on a large scale of old age welfare.* We demand the creation of a healthy middle class and its conservation, immediate communalization of the great warehouses and their being leased at low cost to small firms, the utmost consideration of all small firms in contracts with the State, county or municipality.* We demand a land reform suitable to our needs, provision of a law for the free expropriation of land for the purposes of public utility, abolition of taxes on land and prevention of all speculation in land.* We demand struggle without consideration against those whose activity is injurious to the general interest. Common national criminals, usurers, Schieber1 and so forth are to be punished with death, without consideration of confession or race.* We demand substitution of a German common law in place of the Roman Law serving a materialistic world-order.* The state is to be responsible for a fundamental reconstruction of our whole national education program, to enable every capable and industrious German to obtain higher education and subsequently introduction into leading positions. The plans of instruction of all educational institutions are to conform with the experiences of practical life. The comprehension of the concept of the State must be striven for by the school [Staatsbuergerkunde] as early as the beginning of understanding. We demand the education at the expense of the State of outstanding intellectually gifted children of poor parents without consideration of position or profession.* The State is to care for the elevating national health by protecting the mother and child, by outlawing child-labor, by the encouragement of physical fitness, by means of the legal establishment of a gymnastic and sport obligation, by the utmost support of all organizations concerned with the physical instruction of the young.* We demand abolition of the mercenary troops and formation of a national army.* We demand legal opposition to known lies and their promulgation through the press. In order to enable the provision of a German press, we demand, that a: All writers and employees of the newspapers appearing in the German language be members of the race b: Non-German newspapers be required to have the express permission of the State to be published. They may not be printed in the German language c: Non-Germans are forbidden by law any financial interest in German publications or any influence on them and as punishment for violations the closing of such a publication as well as the immediate expulsion from the Reich of the non-German concerned. Publications which are counter to the general good are to be forbidden. We demand legal prosecution of artistic and literary forms which exert a destructive influence on our national life, and the closure of organizations opposing the above made demands.* We demand freedom of religion for all religious denominations within the state so long as they do not endanger its existence or oppose the moral senses of the Germanic race. The Party as such advocates the standpoint of a positive Christianity without binding itself confessionally to any one denomination. It combats the Jewish-materialistic spirit within and around us, and is convinced that a lasting recovery of our nation can only succeed from within on the framework: common utility precedes individual utility.* For the execution of all of this we demand the formation of a strong central power in the Reich. Unlimited authority of the central parliament over the whole Reich and its organizations in general. The forming of state and profession chambers for the execution of the laws made by the Reich within the various states of the confederation. The leaders of the Party promise, if necessary by sacrificing their own lives, to support by the execution of the points set forth above without consideration.Adolf Hitler proclaimed the following explanation for this program on the 13 April 1928: Explanation Regarding the false interpretations of Point 17 of the program of the NSDAP on the part of our opponents, the following definition is necessary: “Since the NSDAP stands on the platform of private ownership it happens that the passage “gratuitous expropriation concerns only the creation of legal opportunities to expropriate if necessary, land which has been illegally acquired or is not administered from the viewpoint of the national welfare. This is directed primarily against the Jewish land-speculation companies.” – 25 Points of NSDAP: Explore The Nazi Party’s PlatformThe Bormann Faction, part I by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)The Bormann Faction Part II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)The Borman Faction III, Rat der Götter by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Shadow of Nemesis IV: NASA and The Prophet of Ascensionism by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Shadow of Nemesis V, Weird Scenes Inside the Goldmine by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)MK Ultra – Cybernetic Mutation, Remote Controlled Slaves, Dragon Soldiers and a Zombie Empire; Paint it Blue by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)The Blood of Christ – Hemorrhagic Fever, Expendable Humans and Bacteria Gone BeZerk, Paint It Blue… by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Loo, Hendricus G. “Nervous system manipulation by electromagnetic fields from monitors.” Google Patents. 2001. Web. https://patents.google.com/patent/US6506148By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

By the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him…Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Here is the link to the organization fundraising for a quick reaction force (QRF) to counter ICE. https://ijr.com/pro-democrat-group-raising-cash-to-stalk-ice-as-violence-against-agents-skyrockets/Cover: Pin on British CommonwealthBy the time Jack was fourteen he’d spent most of the last four years of his adolescence one door down from what would come to be known as the Amityville Horror. He was more than acquainted with all those involved. There were stories but by then he’d been interacting with things no man, let alone child is ever supposed to see. It was all perfectly normal. Since he was old enough to remember the darkness was never far behind him. In his late twenties, after being convicted of a felony for his attempt at whistle blowing with Geraldo Rivera, he finds himself surrounded by mobsters and a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang rooted deeply in the occult. He is the right-hand man of a wildly aggressive Long Island strip club impresario. There in the strip clubs across Sunrise Highway from Babylon town hall he finds himself hopelessly in love with a girl who could be Lilith herself. The darkness had finally caught up to him...Buy his book now to begin a journey from which there is no turning back.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Social Security Administration Breaks Silence as Trump Prepares to Sign ‘Big, Beautiful Bill’This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

For those of you dabbling in Eastern Mysticism this will be the best two and half hours you ever spent. It may actually save your soul. Keep in mind there is a huge difference between the early Vedic texts and the tautological Judeo-Christian dribble of the Bhagavad Gita and the Ashtavakra Gita. Since the dawn of the Aeon of Schlomo Jews have specialized in rewriting and adding addendums to sacred texts. We wrote about it in ‘Of Freyja and Lilith, Goddesses and Demons & the Lie of Judeo-Christianity’ which I shall include a link too on the bottom. When one penetrates the secrets of the Qabalah like master’s such as me and Aleister Crowley the first thing one learns is that Yahweh is an interdimensional alien reptile who has planted his “banner” firmly upon all the Sephira’s except Malkuth where the war over the Shekinah must be settled. You are part of that war which is why you must watch all two and half hours of this. – Jack“In this documentary, we’ll lay the foundation for understanding the good, the bad, and the (((ugly))) sides of Eastern spirituality. While many are eager to prescribe ‘dharmic’ religions to pro-white pagans, none are willing to answer why these same belief systems are also classified as Noahide compliant by Israel’s top Rabbis. Nor why many pushers of ‘Vedic’ thought just so happen to have Sephardic Jewish last names…Starting from the modern era, we’ll look into the close connection between Israel and India, and the surprising lack of any historical antisemitism in the subcontinent. We’ll then journey backwards through time and explore a side of Eastern spirituality, more specifically Hinduism/Vedicism, from a never seen before lens. From subversive Yogis and their occult influences in World War 2, to medieval-era crypto-rabbis, and finally exposing the very source of some unusually subversive ideas present in the Vedas. This might be a bit more of an “advanced” video, but hopefully you won’t find the material too dry.Although many in the esoteric hitlerist-aligned scene are quite positive towards some of the religions mentioned in this video, this video isn’t meant to be an attack on them, as much as it is an attempt to begin to present a more nuanced, refined view on this topic. You’re welcome to disagree with these ideas, but I encourage you to at least give them some thought.Lastly, this video is the first half of a larger documentary that I cut in half due to it taking too much time. A more thorough conversation of the spiritual ideas alluded to in this video (racial reincarnation, yuga cycles, etc) will be tackled in the second half, along with some other Eastern religions including Buddhism, Taoism, as well as surviving examples of what true Aryan occult spiritual should look like.Don’t forget to subscribe, leave a comment, and share this video around.” – Hyperborean Research @WhiteMageOf Freyja and Lilith, Goddesses and Demons & the Lie of Judeo-Christianity I by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Of Freyja and Lilith, Goddesses and Demons & the Lie of Judeo-Christianity II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Steve Banon from https://gettr.com/post/p3mh7nu4ff3This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

The big beautiful new bill: HMKP-119-IF00-20250513-SD003.pdfAbove: This man needs to be freed immediately and appointed Sheriff with unlimited jurisdiction within Washington DC territorial bounds and the full power of the US military to pursue and chastise as he sees fit fleeing fugitives anywhere on earth.This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

The Einstein-Cartan-Skyrme Hypothesis by SpartacusThis book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

As spoken about in the podcast here is the full 3 part document from Spartacus. Those who know will recognize the names. It is a long read but well worth it. https://jackheartblog.org/wp/wp-content/uploads/2025/05/Declaration-of-Sovereignty-by-Spartacus-3.pdfThis book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Excerpted From The Bormann Faction Part II by Jack Heart & OrageWestern history, the part that’s indisputable, begins when marauding Conquistadors aligned themselves with the papacy and overran what we now call the “New World,” slaughtering the native inhabitants by the millions. Tons of plundered gold and silver would flood Spain and within less than fifty years collapse its economy like a wet taco. Its people faced famine. You cannot eat gold and silver and when all is said and done their just another commodity, the more you have, the less their worth. Spain’s economy proved unable to sustain the infusion of all that gold and silver and “Spanish kings were continuously in debt and forced to declare bankruptcy in 1560, 1575, 1596, 1607, 1627, 1647 and 1653.” (47)Europe learned a basic law of economics the hard way. A strong economy is insured when you maximize your exports while minimizing your imports. Adam Smith would later dub this practice mercantilism.Sweden would be ruined in its war with Russia and using this system the French and British, along with the Dutch whose populace was vastly outnumbered by the other two competing nations and only won their independence from Spain in 1581 but compensated for these handicaps with “a strong work ethic, a restraint from conspicuous consumption, and a vigorous trade regiment,” would become the preeminent economic powers of Europe. The first one to set down the rules for the as of yet unnamed practice of mercantilism was Englishman Sir Thomas Mun, whose evaluation of the Dutch was just quoted.Mun was the Director of the East India Company. He would promulgate the doctrines and practices that would give rise to the most powerful company the world had ever known. He wrote two books A Discourse of Trade from England Unto the East Indies in 1621 and England’s Treasure by Foreign Trade in 1628 where he chastised his countryman for not being as thrifty as the Dutch. Mun laid out a list of policies which he urged England to follow.In his book, England’s Treasure by Foreign Trade Mun urged the British to ban all imports that can be produced within England. To convince English people they wanted English luxury goods. Mun advised the monarchy to lower taxes and tariffs on businesses producing goods for export and charge more money on goods for which England had a monopoly on the production. Mun advised England to cultivate her unused real estate to avoid having to import goods and increase her own production, along with this he wanted all imports to be completed by British shipping.(3)Mun would die in 1641and ten years later Thomas Hobbs would justify every atrocity that was ever committed in the name of British imperialism when he wrote the dehumanizing bible; Leviathan. In France Jean-Baptiste Colbert under the auspices of the Jesuits would rise to the pinnacle of power in the court of the Sun King Louis XIV. While Colbert’s benefactor Cardinal Mazarin “became the richest man in the world” and Louie amused himself fighting war upon war, otherwise immersing himself in the dark scandal that was “L’affaire des poisons,” (48) Colbert ran France.As Louie’s Comptroller-General of Finances Colbert would work tirelessly for over twenty years to increase the states hold on the economy until finally expiring in 1683. Colbert’s basic premise was to maintain a ‘favorable balance of trade’ in which products were exported for gold and to guard against an ‘unfavorable balance of trade’ where gold would flow out by using the power of government to strictly regulate French trade.Colbert tried to undermine the Dutch wherever possible and stressed higher quality for French products, levying fines on those that produced shoddy merchandise. He closely regulated the manufacture of every conceivable product and built a strong merchant fleet to carry those products to the rest of the world. To the dismay of independent entrepreneurs he encouraged trade coalitions and cartels, organized under his own central bureaucracy, to which he extended monopoly privileges.Although Colbert built France into an economic powerhouse eventually his system, dubbed Colbertism by economists, would leave France stranded in the seventeenth century. France was unable to keep up with the nimbler freer enterprise systems of the English and Dutch and its people, now starving in the streets, would overthrow the monarchy in the late eighteenth century. Astoundingly enough around the same time the French were beheading King Louis XVI for it Alexander Hamilton with his Report on the Subject of Manufactures was making a case for Colbertism in the fledgling American republic.France would reinstitute a form Colbertism after WW II called Dirigisme from the French word diriger, meaning to direct. For thirty years the French economy was the envy of the world but by 1975 France was once again lagging behind her competitors in technology. China currently practices a form of Dirigisme, as do Hong Kong, Singapore, South Korea, and Taiwan.By the latter part of the seventeenth century England was being overwhelmed by the seemingly endless industriousness of the Dutch. This quickly led to a war in 1653 where the English won several major naval battles in their home waters but led to the larger Dutch fleet blockading the Baltic and Mediterranean seas. The stalemate, detrimental to both empires, was broken when England passed the Treaty of Westminster which would evolve intoa series of laws known as the Navigation Acts. The acts, regulating trade for England and her colonies, largely turned the precepts laid out by Sir Thomas Mun a quarter century earlier into law.The British Empire prospered under the tighter regulations but by the eighteenth century the acts were being modified by subsequent amendments, changes, and additional enforcement mechanisms and staff with an eye towards generating colonial revenue. Although its estimated that at most the changes cost colonial traders about 4% four percent of the net is a lot of money. It would lead to the American Revolution and it would also become the economic foundation of the National Socialist one.The Wealth of Nations would be published in 1776 the same year Americas founding fathers declared King George a tyrant and passed The Resolution for Independence in the Second Continental Congress giving birth to the United States. The author of The Wealth of Nations; Adam Smith, a prodigy at fourteen, was by then recognized as the smartest man in the British Empire, if not the world.Smith, a man of such intense intellect that he once walked eighteen miles immersed in his thoughts only to be made aware of where he was by a towns church bell, figured out what every great mind before him had missed. A countries wealth was not in bullion, which is essentially just another bought and sold commodity, but in the labor that country can generate. Productivity is the true wealth of nations. Innovation and invention with the elbow grease to set them in motion were the true measure of a nation’s economic power.Smith’s disciple David Ricardo would follow up Smiths revelation by coining the term rent-seeking to be used as a label for the economic parasites currently murdering the world.Rent-seeking is when one seeks to increase their share of existing wealth without creating new wealth. American Robert J. Shiller, winner of the 2013 Nobel Prize for economics, gives the classic example of rent seeking as; a feudal lord who installs a chain across a river that flows through his domain then hires a collector to charge passing boats a fee to lower the chain. There is no improvement to the river nor the boatmen’s journey. Nothing has been produced except ill begotten wealth for the lord. In an article titled The Best, Brightest, and Least Productive Shiller lamented that “7.4% of total compensation of employees in 2012 went to people working in the finance and insurance industries.”In 1848 German philosophers Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels would publish Manifest der Kommunistischen Partei (The Communist Manifesto) loosely based on Smith’s ideas and the whole world would be set ablaze with fires that still rage today. Marx and Engels reasoned, without considering the innovation and invention part of The Wealth of Nations seven hundred plus pages let alone Ricardo’s freeloader defining concept of rent-seeking, that all the upper classes were exploiting the workers and were useless baggage that were no longer needed, if they ever were. They called for the abolition of private property and the ruthless suppression of those that owned it which they labeled the bourgeoisie.By the early twentieth century the communists had already burnt the existing social structure in Russia to the ground and were making it very clear Germany was next. Into the maelstrom stepped Germanys own economic genius Gottfried Feder. The German State on a national and socialist foundation is Feder’s unabridged manifesto. It was first published into the turmoil that was 1923 Germany.It was in that same year Count Coudenhove-Kalergi would bare the venomous fangs of the German aristocracy with the publication of Pan Europa. Recruitment for the Pan-Europa movement from the ranks of wealthy German Industrialists like the ones that would become IG Farben in two years was begun immediately from the highest pedigrees of free masonry. The year would culminate with Adolf Hitler’s infamous BeerHall Putsch.Feder reasoned that the entire international monetary system was a rent seeker that Germany could no longer afford. The whole world said Germany was broke but using the basic premise established by Smith that labor is wealth Feder pointed out that “Every nation is as rich as it is able to organize work.” (50) In fact Germany was filthy rich, regardless of whatever the self proclaimed financial centers of Wall Street, London, Paris, and their paid hyenas in the press had to say. Feder stated boldly that “the interest slavery of the nations means the rule of the bank and stock-exchange” and breaking that “interest slavery is by far the greatest task of National Socialism.”(51)One of the examples Feder gives demonstrating the burden acquired by the state through the burrowing of money with interest is the construction of the German Railway System. Feder calculates the total cost of construction: “amounted to around 25 billion gold marks up to 1914. The interest payments for this amount, with an average interest of 31/2 – 4%, amounted to around 800-900 million gold marks.” This consumed almost in its entirety the net revenue of the railway which after deducting labor and material “amounted to around 800- 1100 million marks.” Feder laments: “the gigantic army of German railway workers up to the highest positions with a head count of 782,731 persons has received for its work only exactly as much income as the completely inactive hand of loan Capital has pocketed.” He sighs: “The entire amount for our entire army amounted in 1913 – thus in the last full year of peace, to 775,385,300 marks…” (52)Citing the work of Oskar Pöbing a Bavarian mechanical engineer who worked in the Technical University in Munich and published two in-depth studies on the cost Feder points out that in the two decade development of the “enormous hydro-energy existing in the mountain rivers, in combination with the large mountain lakes” of Bavaria the interest on the loans increased the final production cost for a kilowatt hour to the Bavarian people 500%. Feder asks why if the Bavarian state is solvent enough to guarantee the loan and the interest to its creditors on the “800 million for the Walchensee hydro-energy and the Middle Isar” it “cannot use its financial sovereignty and finance these works through its own authority.” (53)The state could have issued “this cash in a way vouchers on the basis of its credit. Why should anybody have less regard for the credit of the state than for the credit of any banks, especially when the state is producing useful works for the welfare of the community?” Feder pointed out that vouchers could be backed by electrical credits upon completion of the project. He scornfully writes: “indeed Bavarian engineers, Bavarian workers, Bavarian foremen and entrepreneurs; Bavarian factories supply most of the machines and equipment – and for that which is not produced in Bavaria itself Bavarian grain or cattle must be given, thus Bavarian work must once again be given in exchange” for a globalist loan that involved for the bank no more than the signing of a check. (54)Feder howls: “Is this not madness? Is this not an economic crime? of the people who have done nothing but at one time set their pen in motion and written out a cheque or directed their banker to sign the Bavarian hydro-electric loan, these receive for that, year after year, interests paid by the Bavarian people.” (55)The money the state earned through running its own infrastructure without cutting in foreign banks would be more than enough to finance a utopian society. Feder emphasizes that when he writes: “the main goal of the National Socialist state is: the state without taxes.” He concludes that: “One who raises himself above the degradations and surveys from an elevated standpoint the Connections described: interest Obligation of the state – tax – ‘Inflation, one who has recognised the interest Obligation of all nations of the Western cultural circle as the fact dominating everything, one who has recognised that we live in an age of a complete reversal of the healthy and reasonable conditions between work and wealth, one who can no longer avoid the pressing logic that especially the state, by virtue of its financial sovereignty, is not completely bound to the loan route but that it can creatively finance through its own right all large public state tasks, for him it is only the last Step into a financial political New World to demand a state in which the state financial administration does not consider it as its first task to extract as much tax as possible from the state citizens but, on the contrary, to remove every burdensome tax pressure and to fertilise the national economy.” (56)Feder was everything Karl Marx wasn’t, a wizard with numbers and facts who clearly states before his proposal to invent a financial and political New World: “National Socialism fundamentally recognises private property and places it under government protection.” (57) As opposed to the ongoing Soviet practice of murdering Ukrainian farmers and stripping them of their land Feder promises German farmers: “National Socialism will support and promote agriculturists through all means as the foundation of a powerful nation and of the nourishment of the population.” (58)But he does not mince words with Germany’s generationally wealthy landgraves or their Jewish bankers in Berlin whom he promises a particularly hard time under National Socialism, mentioning Rothschild by name. Wealth accrued through rent seeking which he defined as those who were getting wealthy yet not producing anything would be confiscated, stockbrokers and moneychangers beware. He also stipulates: “It will however be the task of the legislation to draw the limits with regard to the hoarding of immoderate wealth in the hands of individuals at the expense of the whole…” (59)There was nothing to stop Feder’s plan for using Germany’s labor as money from financially burying the rest of the world. It was a lightning stroke of pure genius and indeed a decade later Hitler would use it to build the bankrupt Weimar Republic into the National Socialist economic powerhouse that was the envy of the world in five years. But not before as the price of assuming power in 1933 he replaced Gottfried Feder with Free Mason and professional weasel Hjalmar Schacht.Schacht was a German whose hobby was studying Qabalistic Hebrew a dead giveaway that he was a gift from Count Coudenhove-Kalergi and the Masonic lodge, including the Rothschild’s and Warburg’s. Hitler shrewd as he was could not have not known this but by then IG Farben along with the Rothschild’s and Warburg’s were his sponsors. The battle lines had been drawn in 1923 and the seeds of treachery sewn a decade later in 1933. It was these events that set the world on a course for a hundred year odyssey that would end here and now balanced on the periphery of Klaus Schwab and the World Economic Forum’s transhuman abyss.The Bormann Faction, part I by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)The Borman Faction III, Rat der Götter by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)CitationsCover – Thomas Mun https://tinyurl.com/23565kve47 – Mun, Thomas, “Introduction to England’s Treasure by Forraign Trade, or The Ballance of Our Forraign Trade Is the Rule of Our Treasure.” England’s Treasure by Foreign Trade,1629. University of California Press. https://publishing.cdlib.org/ucpressebooks/view?docId=ft287004zv&chunk.id=d0e3662&toc.depth=1&brand=ucpress48 – Ibid.49 – Heart, Jack and Orage . “Human Sacrifice among the Catholic Clergy II (the Khazar-Nazi Antichrist III) .” The Human: Jack, Orage & friends. Jack Heart writings. 9 Apr 2020. Web. https://jackheart2014.blogspot.com/2020/04/human-sacrifice-among-catholic-clergy.html50 – Feder, Gottfried. Translated with a Preface by Alexander Jacob, The German State on a national and socialist foundation. A World View Foundations Project wvfoundations.org, 1923. p137. Web.Gottfried Feder The German State On A National And Socialist Foundation : Gottfried Feder : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive51 – Ibid, p109.52 – Ibid, pp127-129.53 – Ibid, pp130-136.54 – Ibid.55 – Ibid.56 – Ibid, p148.57 – Ibid, p72.58 – Ibid, p74.59 – Ibid, p72.Below are two links where you can purchase Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan. I would suggest you buy it in hardcopy, not because I make more, I actually make the most from Amazon E books, but because you will avoid giving Amazon any money. Frankly you should be shooting Amazon employees in the street, Google too.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: BooksSelected Works of Jack HeartCollected Poems of Jack Heart – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Titthakara by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Shadow of Nemesis – the Pyramids of Giza and Lies of Empire by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Shadow of Nemesis II: Tales of Zahi Hawass by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)The Shadow of Nemesis- III, Tales of Zahi Hawass II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Shadow of Nemesis IV: NASA and The Prophet of Ascensionism by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Shadow of Nemesis V, Weird Scenes Inside the Goldmine by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Otto Rahn, Hidden Master or Madman by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)The Cross, the Rabbi & the Skin Walker by Jack Heart – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)The Blood of Christ – Hemorrhagic Fever, Expendable Humans and Bacteria Gone BeZerk, Paint It Blue… by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)MK Ultra – Cybernetic Mutation, Remote Controlled Slaves, Dragon Soldiers and a Zombie Empire; Paint it Blue by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Black Sun Rising VI, the Black Madonna and the Swastika by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Black Sun Rising V By Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Black Sun Rising IV by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Black Sun Rising III by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Black Sun Rising II By Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Black Sun Rising I By Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Montauk – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)I, Montauk Project – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Peter Pan Meets Pyramid Head by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Peter Pan Meets Pyramid Head II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Peter Pan meets Pyramid Head III by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Silent Hill Silent Scream… – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Aleister Crowley, Loki’s Brood & the Fury of Hell I by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Aleister Crowley, Loki’s Brood & the Fury of Hell… II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Ragnarök I – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Ragnarök II – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Ragnarök III Loki’s Revenge by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)Ragnarök III Loki’s Revenge II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and friends (jackheartblog.org)LUCIFER in the Temple of the Dog I by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)LUCIFER in the Temple of the Dog II by Jack Heart & Orage – The Human: Jack Heart, Orage and Friends (jackheartblog.org)Lucifer, the Last Word… – The Human: Jack Heart, 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Above: Various double digit IQ Blacks led by lesbian schoolteachers, who refused to work because they may catch a cold, create a disturbance in a White working-class neighborhood. Of course, this was before the administration of the DoD's happy juice "vaccines," and the miscreants never would have left on two legs had it not been for the generous police protection they were afforded so they could harangue the "privileged" White people who had to work so they could sit home and collect government checks. Again, I was there and don't care to hear about it from anybody who was not.This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

If you want to hear the entire intro here’s your link to Uncle Ted and the Amboy Dukes. Jack Heart Esoteric Evolution is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.This book is the reason I am the most censored writer on the internet. If I was you, if I could get it, I’d read it and find out why lest you have to do this all over again. Publication will be discontinued after we publish my next one, so you better try to get it now.Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan by Jack Heart, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)Amazon.com: Those Who Would Arouse Leviathan: Memoir of an awakening god: 9781736288016: Heart, Jack: Books This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe

Trump’s administration managing by shotgun approach!It seems to me that the Executive is firing all barrels at once since inauguration and dealing with legal, judicial and congressional return fire as it comes and is identified as a barrier to their plans.If you use the internet to look up news and commentary about the Supreme Court rejecting the case about Trump freezing funds you’ll find an interesting variety of headlines, depending on the media outlet. Here is further reading re: Trump freezing noted during show:PJMedia.com, Matt Margolis, March 6 2025: The article I readCould a Bombshell Discovery Render All Biden's Presidential Actions Null and Void?There are links in this article to the Heritage Foundation Oversight Project’s verification of autopen use and to the Missouri AG’s letter to DOJ. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jackheart.substack.com/subscribe