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We only have one sun, but that wasn\u2019t always the case<\/a>. Some star systems have multiple stars. It happened right here a long time ago. The new coming star was much brighter than the old one. The second star, very close, shone much stronger than the first. Near the new one so close, so lively and so clear, the old sun was too pale and far away. <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sometimes, the second star would turn black, to the great despair of the little humans. What second star? I come to it. But let me give you a little introduction that has nothing to do with it, but it explains everything.<\/p>\n It was millenia ago. The women were 4-meter giants<\/a>. The little males watched them from afar. Terrifying, the females back then. And even now, many small males are scared of women. And yet they’re a more reasonable size. But if the brain memory is short, our aura remembers<\/a>. It plays back images, very old archives, shit memories. You have to see these horrors! If you can bear them …<\/p>\n Anthropophagous or worse: androphagous. They only eat males. We move from one side of the street to the other when they appear in packs, claws out. We make ourselves very small. Tiny. But when they see us, they grab one, always the fattest. And off to the barbecue! They devour it whole. These big guys always have their fangs, and we little guys always have our panties in a twist.<\/p>\n But first things first.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n There was a time when black women descended from the Great Luminary to populate the earth. They went to Africa. They mined minerals, precious stones and uranium to feed the Luminary, to power the thousand circuits of the Great Ship of the goddesses of old. They were as black as night and as long as the longest day.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n There was a time when there were no whites, reds or yellows among humans. There was a time when all humans were as black as ebony and as bright as suns.<\/p>\n The blacks of that time were the fifth humanity to populate this planet. All Sons of the Sun<\/a>, they are the Great Old Ones. By age, not by size.<\/p>\n Before them, there was another people, the fourth humanity<\/a>. They were all women. 4m tall giants. And these giants were black. They taught us everything we need to know, just before they started munching on us.<\/p>\n May the sexists leave me, may the racists change website, it seems to me that God is the Goddess and She is Black.<\/p>\n In a recent article, I enumerated several avenues that give consistency to what I’m saying. I feel obliged to reproduce these links here so as not to overload the present article with repetition. Readers concerned by this issue are invited to refer to them.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n It’s hard to imagine that this big, beautiful planet, with all its diversity of life, inhabited by so many different animals, so many plants with multicolored flowers, is populated only by one kind of human: black giants, uniformly black, without the nuances we know today. Shades that come from the many inter-ethnic crosses between the first black males, our ancestors, and the other skin colors that only emerged much later.<\/p>\n But how? If the whole human gender has been black, how did yellows, reds and whites emerge? From what? Once again, without recourse to the former gods, their genetic maneuvers<\/a> and their taste for sex fun, we seem at a loss for explanations. The geneticians undoubtedly have their ideas, otherwise their science would be shaky. But their silence is deafening.<\/p>\n Would you like to hear what I have to say? All life sciences are flawed because they avoid the essential: life itself. It’s a mystery that science tries to trivialize. You can’t trivialize a mystery. You can only trivialize the discourse on the mystery.<\/p>\n Thought itself is not life, but a discourse on life. This world we believe to be real is a fable, a crude falsehood. Only the astral world, where we drift every night, is real.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This is one of the valuable contributions of Wittgenstein<\/a> to scientific thought. Carefully distinguish between the thing and the state of things. Don’t confuse the thing in itself with the description of the thing, by our perceptions, by our brain, by our a-priori, and so on.<\/p>\n Clearly, firstly, a thing is modified by its environment, and secondly, a thing remains resolutely external to the observer. He cannot attempt to reach it other than through a description: text, image, sound, olfactory capture, etc.<\/p>\n Is this the difference between God and Man? While we can only describe or feel what is external to us, God shares the intimate substance of all his creation. God is consubstantial with the created<\/a>, says Christian theology. And this morning, for me, that makes sense. I’m buying.<\/p>\n But beware! By a dialectical subterfuge, I’ve swapped two notions that have nothing to do with each other: an uncreated God as the Source of the created, and the terraforming gods<\/a> who are nothing more than ingenious tinkerers alongside that God… if he exists.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n For me, he doesn’t exist, but SHE does. We call her the Great Goddess<\/a>. The terraformers are her employees who participate – as we all do – in the Glory of the Living… even if I’m quite embarrassed to grasp that level.<\/p>\n My ‘consubstanciality’ extends only to the description of the thing and not to la chose en soi, la chose elle-m\u00eame<\/a>the thing itself<\/span><\/em>. La chose en soie, la chose elle m’aime<\/em>, in Gosling Language<\/a> … which is working better in French!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It shone with a wild glow that splashed all the northern skies. It was called the Sun, with the capital letter, not to be confused with the little wolf, the distant sun while pale all falot. Its inhabitants were called the Sons of the Sun, and we find this title to designate the highest nobility of all countries that have very ancient cultures.<\/p>\n The Great Light was not a star. It was inhabited as the planets are, but it was not an ordinary planet. Its tough skin like the hardest metal could become supple and transparent to diffuse the most radiant light. The Great Light was a spaceship inhabited by a race of visitors from the Big Dipper, Ursa Major<\/a> or Ur Samaj Or<\/em>.<\/p>\n The Great Luminary was a spaceship inhabited by a race of visitors from the Big Dipper.<\/strong><\/p>\n A black-skinned race. Thin translucent scales, the legacy of a distant reptilian past, covered their shoulders, legs and forearms. These visitors were lady visitors. 4-meter giants. Dangerous, deadly athletes. Against them, little Adam’s under 2 meters were no match. With a flick of the wrist, they sent them into the stratosphere to circle the earth three times. Beasts, beasties, bestiasses.<\/p>\n They were the queens of the Great Luminary. They loved to eat, fight and make love. But not with the Adamses. They preferred Lucifer the light-bearer and his merry band of humanoid lizards.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Two Black Descents<\/h4>\n In fact, there are two original black races: the human black race developed by the former gods<\/a>, and the divine black race that provided genes to the human black race.<\/p>\n Taking into account an external intervention, everything becomes clear. The Black race appeared first because it was designed first, programmed for two specific tasks, mining work and war. The bellicose instinct was pushed to the max in the genetic scrubs that served as a model for the first human clones. What the nagual warriors<\/a> call the mold of human<\/a>.<\/p>\n The black gods and the white gods mingled with each other from the first terraforming operations. As I said, if the presence of blacks is certain, the presence of whites is less evident. Likewise, if the reality of the goddesses and the Great Goddess<\/a> is beyond doubt, that of the gods is subject to caution.<\/p>\n The fact that the human race at its origin was limited to women, accompanied by in vitro reproduction by cloning, seems to come from a custom of the visitors of the stars. That of feminine power. That of the supremacy of women among the former gods, which I better call the former goddesses.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n On this planet so resolutely macho, male power is a recent thing. It lasted very little time compared to the hundred thousand years of matriarchy<\/a>. Leave here your last landmarks. There are no more known milestones on this edge that I explore. These are the origins of our humanity, this is the humanity that preceded us, the sisters of Lilith. Reptilian giants. Super-women<\/a>, four meters tall, strong like ten men and black skin.<\/p>\n My comics deformation makes me see them as big black mamas such as Master Robert Crumb draws. Visionary and caustic, this genius doesn\u2019t respect anything, that\u2019s why we love him. He wears the worn-out shirt of some Woody Allen of comics — without him comics would be one-eyed. He went to the Akashic annals to find the ancient prototype of the black mama, as the former gods wanted it: an uncontrollable sex bomb and a hennising mare under the effect of a permanent rut.<\/p>\n It\u2019s shameful, inappropriate, incorrect, obscene, and totally dubious: I love it.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I am convinced that the eternal misunderstanding between the sexes originates in the cruel twists and turns of the ending matriarchy. After a very long period of social peace in the adoration of the benevolent Mother Goddess<\/a>, the matriarchy began to decline, leaving the hands free to the imperial guard. Fearsome and cruel, the warriors charged to watch over the Goddess have turned into hordes of murderers, relentlessly tracking down the little males to castrate, eviscerate and grill them on large barbecues.<\/p>\n They were very fond of the male genitals that they liked well grilled. You can see the origin of the famous barbecue sausages.<\/p>\n The guys didn\u2019t like it. They got together, chattered, sharpened their fake, sharpened their false eyelashes and hammers. Two hundred to one, they rushed on the giants who perished under the number.<\/p>\n So they made a decision: no more power to the girls. Piss off too much. That\u2019s the reason why. We are made like rats. Condemned to hate each other. To face each other without fail. To stand firm. And that is not going to end.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The cruelty of the large females precipitated our decline. Without his figurehead, the matriarchy began to decline, leaving the hands free to the imperial guard. Already cruel when the Goddess watches, the warriors took advantage of her sleep to turn into murderous hordes. Relentlessly tracking the little males, they castrate them, eviscerate them before cooking them in the embers. They make a big deal of their genitals that they enjoy well grilled. You can see the origin of sausages on the barbecue.<\/p>\n The guys didn\u2019t like it at all. They chatted, sharpened their fake, furbished their sickles and their hammers. Two hundred to one, they rushed on the giants who perished under the number. Resquiescant In Pace<\/em>.<\/p>\n So they made a final decision: no more power to the girls. Piss off too much. That\u2019s the reason why. I have often wondered what makes males hate women so much, to the point of demeaning, humiliating, beating, despising, assaulting, raping and worse. Aren\u2019t women our mothers, our sisters, our accomplices, our companions and our darlings? And as a whole, aren\u2019t they much cooler than men?<\/p>\n The archons left our fragile minds. The war of the sexes has always prevailed. We are still there. We are made like rats. Condemned to hate each other. To face each other without fail. To stand firm. And that is not going to end.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Black Sun shone brighter than ten major stars. If it is called so, no relation with its color, it is because of that of its passengers. The first witches, the druidesses who imposed their laws on all, were black too. Until a great man rises, god himself and son of a Cyclops, to stop this infamous war of the sexes, war of skin colors, of religions, of gold and oil.<\/p>\n This giant succeeded, a global spring rose but it did not last. The archons sweat to erase his memory. They forced us to worship false gods, to imitate real demons, to cultivate pseudo values and to throw perverse ideas. Meanwhile, the Goddess is still asleep. Fucking dormancy!<\/p>\n The dictatorship of the males has replaced that of the females. Is it better? I doubt it. You would have to ask the three people<\/a> who are responsible for this big mess, the trio of supreme inventors<\/a>. Forget it. Even if we all yell together, we will remain inaudible. At their scale, a millennium is barely one thousandth of nanosecond. And our solar system is a thousand times smaller than a quark<\/a>.<\/p>\n Before your eyes throbs the heart of the mystery, red with life, torn from the divine breast of the First Man. He came, he was naked, he saw this universe billions of years before it existed.<\/p>\n He the TPA, the First Adam, his companion and his companion, were three humanoid ophidians. Famous leviathans. Wait! I cannot give an idea of their size, it is inconceivable. The entire universe cannot contain them.<\/p>\n Manipulators of life, they created species, critters, trinkets, babs, toubabs, baobabs, trees of life and death, all kinds of living things and things that grow in all directions. They grow Grandma in nettles. Who utter cries, howls, growls, squeaks, whines, bleats, moos, whistles, roars, yelps and moans.<\/p>\n Magicians of physics, they invented time to fold it on itself and fold it until it stops because of the lost time. They added dimensions to dimensions until they found themselves locked in too many watertight partitions. So they decomposed, deposited, stored and left to rest.<\/p>\n Metaphysical geniuses, in their uncreated virtual lab, they invent how we breathe. Just to kill the non-temps. They\u2019re playing games, studious, thoughtless thinkers, without thinking about anything they invented the Big Bang. It was a Monday.\u00a0<\/p>\n The invention has made noise. Its echo is barely coming. Wait until it bursts! 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<\/p>\nThe black race<\/h4>\n
Black Saga<\/h2>\n
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<\/p>\n\u00a0… First Breed Created<\/h4>\n
Consubstancial<\/h4>\n
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Male Chauvinist Pigs<\/h4>\n
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<\/p>\nDormancy<\/h4>\n
Raging Amazons<\/h4>\n
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<\/p>\nEmperor of the world<\/h4>\n
\nJust to see<\/h4>\n
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