Getting to level 3? – proving you can drink one beer AND you can read the Bible without catching fire AND you can provide at least ONE FUCKING PERSON that will say something nice about you. The bar is pretty low. You also have to sign the non-aggression pact, certifying you will do NOTHING to expand the powers of the Onion King … and if you do? – you INSTANTLY play Sky Hawk Shaman.
But here’s the deal though … the version of the ritual of Sky Hawk is much worse for mother fuckers who try to expand the power of the Onion King … they are left on a peak in the Rockies … just underwear … and nothing else. If they are lucky, they make it down the mountain? – each town gets 20 dynamite throwers, 20 sticks of dynamite … and the throwing distance is 10 feet now. If you make it to WA DC? – you still have to swim with sharks … and if you’re still alive? – dynamite is tossed at you until you are dead.
As unicorn master level 3-7? – fuck around, find out …
Once you become level 3? – the other levels kinda just happen … and are not really that meaningful …
Unicorn masters with Onion King voting privileges are responsible for selecting the town’s dynamite throwers, for example – dynamite throwers for the Sky Hawk Shaman ritual.
Bottom line is this … you need to stop stupid statist shit EARLY as a unicorn master levels 3-7 …
As a matter of right? – any unicorn master levels 3-7 can be fed to a grizzly, if a town agrees by unanimous consent.
So just don’t fuck this simple job up …
THIS IS NOT A PAID ROLE!
THERE IS NO DONATION STREAM!
You have to have a day job to do this …
If you get caught taking donations? – grizzly bear lunch …
The Onion King is the symbolic representation of the state. Successful Onion Kings are lazy, stupid, and do nothing … really … the best Onion Kings? the ones that last the longest? Like “Yorbozoid the Luxurious”? They turned doing nothing into an art form, and simply accepted their voluntary donations … and drank beer … and didn’t fuck with people.
As long as there is an Onion King, there is no ceremony of the Sky Hawk Shaman.
But if an Onion King dies or is rejected by the Unicorn Masters (levels 3-7) then a NEW Onion King must be selected.
The selection is by unanimous consent and voluntary participation – anybody can be Onion King … not a bad gig … as long as you don’t fuck with people …
The selection “week” is broadcast’d live …
People get to watch potential unicorn masters competing, vying, and even swimming with sharks, per Dakuwanga …
During this time, the unicorn masters drink whiskey and smoke cigarettes and toss dynamite at the Washington Monument, per the ritual, in the hopes that one day that dread satanic monument might be toppled … after decades of tossing dynamite at it …
ALL SAY TANGATA MANU!
On the final day, a vote is taken, and the winner of the unanimous vote becomes Onion King … until he dies or he fucks up and becomes a dick/bitch.
And, of course, if you SUCK as Onion King? – you will become Sky Hawk Shaman.
What if no Onion King is selected? – glad you fucking asked.
There will be no state, no laws, no nothing …
When there is no Onion King? – once a year, in January, a great festival is held where people get to toss dynamite at the monument on Mt. Rushmore …
Edited Reality: the use of technology and human psychology to impact both group perception and memory of events. The ability to substitute features, data, and to manipulate imagery to inject something into the past that wasn’t there …
This is being done A LOT with geo-engineering. A lot of films are being edited to remove this “blemish”.
Covid-19 is highly edited, as was “9/11”.
I think this is connected to the “Mandela Effect”.
There is also the “onion theory” of control.
Every layer has control … break through? – you get to a WHOLE NEW LAYER with its own controls.
This is how the system manages the illusion of “advancement” or “rebellion” …
No such things exist, in our system – just illusion.
I conducted an experiment, several months ago, without knowing it …
I interviewed a man, with a huge claim, who is reasonably well known in the environmental world, and who I think, now, is the leader of a death cult.
Those podcasts? – over the top.
Death cults: not banned.
And, I think I’ve been thrown a few “rotten eggs”.
Weird people who end up in my path and cause TREMENDOUS damage.
Good news? – not all are rotten eggs.
But one rotten egg can make you not want to eat eggs for a while.
Was this accidental? I dunno.
2016 was really bad.
I was at Uncle Ike’s today, at opening …
The dude normally would wear a mask to put up the “human control fence”. Today? – nope …
The wife of the Asian mechanic up the street? – no mask this morning.
I’m seeing people wake up – but “they” see it too.
ONE MORE FUCKING THING!
If you think this #scamdemic is about the election? – you are lost … gone.
This was NEVER about the fucking election …
I hope it was just a robbery, with a side of “NWO globalist” crazy … but that’s best case.
It doesn’t end in November.
I think back to that conversation I had in grad school …
When I was still a “humanities geek” and not a programmer.
I heard the early “mythology” of the WWW …
I wasn’t “on the web” until years later …
But the mythology told me: this isn’t going to end well.
I saw “Manufacturing Consent” in 2002 with a friend of mine, at IU …
And I said “the WWW is neutral … it can liberate … it can enslave.”
And he believed the propaganda “no Dan, the WWW is NET positive and liberates …”
I look at this scamdemic, and the censorship.
After 9 years of trying to have an “internet presence” ???
I’ve learned I’m banned everywhere, eventually.
Controlled, banned, shadow banned, boxed in, channeled …
I don’t know “who” or “why”.
And I don’t think I’m “special” – a lot of people go through this.
A google/@youtube troll asked me:
“Who is deleting your comments?”
I don’t know troll … GO ASK YOUR FUCKING BOSS!
I’ve tried the alt sites too BRO …
I put 90,000 words on STEEMIT … and then got chased off by some douche named “Marky Mark” ..
Yeah … banned everywhere.
Theory: “McMartin Child Abuse Case”
A false flag op, executed by the deep state, to de-legitimize childhood testimony concerning sexual abuse. Also, had a chilling effect on prosecution, providing more cover for pedophiles.
Focus your eye-beams on her energy loci. The foci of her loci WILL reverberate at various frequencies in the tune of Mercury. Her center is translational – with juice-energies cumming from her butt grease.
Take out your fidget spinner …
Place it on the bar, wait.
She will look back into your beast soul. She will see the wolf spirit, this is when her own EGO will REJECT your mind insertions. Don’t worry.
Begin whispering into her ear:
“I am your cauliflower KING, you are my taco QUEEN.”
Repeat this, over and over, as she calls the cops.
Take your left hand and spin the spinner clockwise. She will lift her eyes from the smart phone, and she will stare at the spinner.
Tell her: “your mind is my waste basket, my heart is your stone.”
Tell her: “the hawks call out your name as the day breaks, your boobs are sexy.”
She’ll try to get up, go to the door of the bar to get to her UBER … you block her by taking out the “flashing light box” and you turn it on and place it in her visual field.
The flashing light will put her mind into a deep mental state of HX, what you want is MINXUS.
Minxus is the spiritual vibrational zone when a womans L-fluid is moving in balance with the rivers and the streams and the movement of gypsy armies.
When her eyes glaze over, and she says: “I can see that you are my wizard lord …” … then she’s ready. Ready for next steps.
Tell her: “I’ve got the UBER baby …”, and lead her to your car.
She’ll respond: “Beast king, I am your alligator woman.”
At this point, her boyfriend comes out of the bathroom.
He sees you, picks up a beer bottle, and busts your skull. You begin bleeding out on the floor.
Now, comes the real test …
Focus your boy-king tears on your man-boy-wound center. Tell your body to heal itself. Say “fix this fucking dent in my skull and this serious brain hematoma …”
Each year, the “laws” are brought to the great Sky Hawk … though the Sky Hawk Shaman is usually selected from disgraced Onion Kings, if there are no disgraced Onion Kings? … well … then whomever wants to “live it up” for a year … and then likely die …. and there are a few of these, every year … one or two.
And they say, “Tangata manu”.
The shaman reviews the “pile of laws” … that are left in a musty cave … on a mountain peak.
The Sky Hawk sifts through these laws, and is allowed to carry these laws, from a rocky peak in the Rocky Mountains, to WA DC. Minimal food, water. The laws are printed on paper. No help. As many of the printed on paper laws, in very large font, as he/she/it/Zed can carry. 16pt font … big margins …
Along the way? – ordinary Americans are allowed to toss one stick of dynamite at him, from a distance of 40 feet. Each town is allowed one thrower, one stick … all say “Tangata Manu”.
If the Sky Hawk Shaman stumbles and falls along the way? – the “watchers” ensuring his dedication to the rite, will toss 100 gallons of gasoline on the body of the Sky Hawk, set him and the “laws” on fire, and there will be NO STATE for another year.
No laws, no state …
You can see where this goes.
The ceremonial garb that the Sky Hawk shaman wears is very flammable, but doesn’t help much with keeping him warm.
He has no shoes.
He must remove his “REI gear” at the top of the peak before the journey begins.
Just some water, gruel, the “laws”, and him. All the way to DC.
You gave us these bodies, these vessels, and we are expected to cherish them.
You gave us our first breath, the light we saw and the eyes to see …
But there are many, right now, Dear Jesus, that are ill, infirmed, sick …
There are many who are run down from this time, and they are losing ground.
Lord, they cry out for your mercy, for our love, and for our help.
In this hour of need, let us pray for the sick, for those that suffer in loneliness. The Lord in Heaven is beside you always. AMEN.
Let us pray for those abandoned by their doctors, for reasons not understood. God will send you angels. AMEN.
Let us pray for the children who struggle for their breath, for their blood to flow, for each fainter day. That God might lift them up, and fill their lungs and hearts with the Holy Spirit. AMEN.
Let us pray for the parents of children who are sick, and wonder why God has abandoned them. Jesus is with you. AMEN.
Let us pray for the friends, for those who care for the sick, for those committed to the arts of healing. Jesus will welcome you as healers in His name, healers of love, healers of science, healers of medicine, as long as this work is done in HIS NAME, Jesus Christ. AMEN.
Let us pray that our friend’s sickness goes away.
Let us care for our bodies, these vessels, that God has given us.