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In this most noble hallowed place: I can now promote the never ending story of our history being callously ripped up and shredded by a dark mysterious sinister terrorist group, .. simply called (the Others), and that's basically because no one in all of known time; has ever come forward and claimed responsibility for totally disgracing God's most holy master plan.


    A cunning holy master plan that she'd apparently worked very hard on throughout the long dark ages.


    A cunning holy master plan that would have ultimately seen God's cherished children raised up to a state of godly-grace: -- a noble grace that was actually born from humanities own humble origins.

Beginnings that saw the human race independently evolve and grow strong on the holy planet of Earth. Resulting in the superior aliens forging a place for themselves out in the ever expanding trading cosmos.

Aliens who also happily existed in a state of near child like harmony innocence and bliss.

Earthly foraging aliens who had adopted a free form of National Socialism on a global scale: with some even describing the social structure created, .. as the most exclusive (and inclusive) method of government that the universe has ever seen.

On the holy sacred planet in question: the euphoric garden of Eden spanned right across all of the continents that made up the newly resurrected Teteo alliance. An international ruling council that was housed in the planetary capital city of Nictlan: which was itself a large sprawling metropolis made of white marble, .. a masterfully ran control operation that was at the very center of the global commonwealth trading-market.
In this state of near perfection, and because of the illegal timely actions of (the Others): we now find the godly promise of the Rapture in tatters and reduced to crumbling universal rubble, but it was also a heavenly master plan that could be resurrected by using the recently deceased.

Which by the way: was something that the Holy Consortium had been forced to do many years earlier, ..
(With it must be said, varying degrees of success.)
{ BTW ~ most of my books are currently being rewritten. }

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Sorry to be such a pain:-
Especially when everything else is delivered (in-an-instant) and (on-demand) in this highly advanced technologically satisfying day and age, - But the registration Robots are evolving much faster than I can come up with practical, - technical - tactical blocking solutions.

[ Monk's scream of despair, but who's screaming?

You! - Or what you see all around you? - Are you mad? - Or is it all madness! ]

The distressed - capricious - copious - convoluted - cantankerous - cockeyed - claustrophobic - condition clearly observed above: then resulted in this quite mentally sane web-Mistress putting in, (an-erratic) human pause to halt the programmed deployment process in its ever onward march of world domination.

A cunning human [ STOP ] placement, placed deep within the fast flow of the cybernetic process: -- has actually created a subtle misdirect that the Robotic user's deployment on my internet connected website would otherwise obtain, ..
- A site which is a salient soulless node that is a Matrix unto itself, and without that tactical block: it could and would all be driven on by the unseeing registered salesman at command.
(Ready to blind you with the science of wanton avarice).

Automatic Click Button Remote Control: Synthetic Voracity Commands Your Soul.
[ Driving me nuts, bolts, screws: I've got the blues - paying dues. ]

Break-in override in progress .. (in) one, .. two .. three: ..
[ Click! ]
[ Click! ]

{{ Hybrid financial condition met. }}

[ Click! ] - To open me!

To stop the bloomin’ bloody spammy Bots, then here’s ..


Should you wish to drop me a line.

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.

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Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]


Close this shit

Ain’t that so cute? – An innocent looking form on a web page; asking you to register to go on their exclusive mailing list: never seen that before? – { Huff! }

Anyhow: if you do sign up, then this is ( My Promise! )

(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.


Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.