Stop It!!

Why is the Australopithecine hairy like a monkey? Because the illustrator is a victim of evolutionary syndrome. This famous evolution of which Darwin himself ended up doubting… False ideas die hard. We were created to help the former gods.

For seventeen years now, I have been sharing here my discoveries about our origins. We are neither the fruits of chance nor necessity. Current science, knowingly or not, deceives us and strays. It is not the fairy evolution that caused us to emerge, but genetic manipulations carried out by beings infinitely more knowledgeable than we are at present.

Our True History

During all the time that lasted my investigations, I was able to deepen the main lines of our true history. The few doubts I had about our natural origin, the thesis supported by Darwin and adopted by unanimous scholars collapsed like a house of cards. The cards were rigged. The vile and cruel truth spreads in all the oldest myths. We are the result of a genetic combination developed by the gods before.

They needed manpower for their terraforming work on our then wild planet, they groped around, invented several humanoids that did not do the trick. To finish, the great Enki / Tiki / Ea / Prometheus / etc. succeeded in an almost perfect prototype that he named Adama, the Mother. The initial model on which the cloning machines were set up.

Thus was born our humanity, fifth of the name.

Sex Change

Millennia later, paternalism arrived. The woman was no longer the original queen nor the warrior she was. On the orders of the new male masters, the scribes modified the sex of this initial creature. There was only one letter to change: Adama the mother became Adapa the ancestor. It appears under this name on the cuneiform tablets of Sumer.

But the modification was not made everywhere. Which means that Adama has been given a male sex, retaining her female name amputated in the end.

Adam, this name remained — triumph of the eternal feminine.

The Voice

I was sleeping deeply when the thundering Voice pulled me out of my sleep.

That’s enough!!

did she scream. Someone broke into my house to throw this in my ear, with a force to wake up a dead person. I was alive. A little stunned, as the Voice was distinct and very close.

But no, nobody. I was alone at home, as usual. I had dreamed. The terribly real Voice was part of my dream.

A Gigantic Being

Little by little, confused images came back to me. I was very small, really tiny in front of a gigantic being whose enormous feet I could only see, and above the golden leggings that revealed the two mountains from his knees. Higher up, nothing was visible to me. The rest of his body was lost in the clouds. Is he a giant? A former god? A man of the very first humanity, a Cyclops? Is it Zeus? Is it Marduk? Is it an Archon? Mammon why not?

I was plunged into an abyss of perplexity. Who had shouted THAT’S ENOUGH? Depending on who I am dealing with, the exclamation can be a puff of impotent anger or an imperative order. If it is one, I must take it immediately seriously, the present site has irritated the Powers, I must close it right away.

Goodbye everyone. Be careful.

Eden Saga Will Continue

But if it’s an Archon, a Cyclops, or some previous giant, I don’t care about his anger. Let him break his voice if he likes, I don’t give a fuck. Eden Saga will continue.

Certainly I understand that my pages can irritate one or the other, but so far they have given me a royal peace and I felt tacitly authorized to continue my efforts at truth. The increasing number of my readers encouraged me, of course. I write to be read. Knowing that I have gathered nearly 7 million readers makes me feel comfortable.

Receiving abundant mail every week, full of love and gratitude, completes to fill me. I do not write for plums. But this cry to stop fell from the sky like lightning. Something to make me think. My unawareness of the danger has taken the place of courage until now. Here I am pausing.

Fanfaronnades

Some fanfarons have forbidden me to reveal their secrets: Hermetists of Brussels, Freemasons of Burgundy, members of the West, neo-Nazis of Austria, Hindu groups, Muslims and Christians… Let them curse me, I have thick skin and I will remain hard of hearing. No official complaint has reached me, no warning from government bodies.

That was before the ENOUGH!! peremptory and terrifying.

Delay the Deadline

Those who are thirty years old or younger will know the end of the world. The fact that I warn them will not prevent them from heading straight into the wall. Overpopulation, floods, heatwaves, earthquakes, famines, galloping fires, various and summer cataclysms, do you think it makes you think and change your dirty habits?

The THAT’S ENOUGH!! was perhaps for that? To stop the mess? If the end of the world is already inevitable, wouldn’t there be a way to delay its coming? Check for a few decades, or even a century more?

End of Religions

Religions will disappear. The end of Catholicism will allow to curb paedophilia. The end of Judaism will free the West from an eighth scourge of Egypt, the end of Islam will allow Sufis to do their excellent work in full view, the end of Protestantism will rid the planet of a myriad of useless sects, the end of mercantilism will empty the granaries, the cellars and the cupboards of useless bullshit, the end of progressivism will open the doors to an indispensable controlled regression, the end of beans will still happen, we have it in our very deep ass, and the bean, it makes you fart.

End of the Useless

No one is indispensable. This sentence / maxim / declaration / profession of faith will be written in sympathetic ink in the heart of all the frenzies of mutual aid.

End of Work

The work (from the Latin tripalium, torture of the three pals) will be illegal and so will the laws. Instead, the unpaid neo-doctors will advocate for each one a minimum of activity(ies). Free to all to do nothing as long as others are active will be the motto of Denise and those who think like her.

End of the Final

The finale will be deleted in all operas, operettas, comic operas and opera buffets. This evening we eat for free and we’re going to screw around until then (Bring the letter to Metella). The different sports events will see the peremptory and definitive deletion of all the finals. The final act will celebrate plays. Which won’t be a big loss, because often the finale lies.

End of the End

Very recommended. Even if at the moment no one is in a position to know what they are adjusting to the git. It’s shaking with juice. It’s just about that.

It’s not almost over?!?

If the legends must be read, should this shriek be said?
Did I have to hear it? Did I hear it?
A doubt seized me…