poem - Every Time

Every Time

Every time a soul enters our plane of existence,

     time is reborn within the present

Every time a soul exits our plane of existence,

     the future of time changes

Every time a soul violently departs our plane of existence

     the past changes

Thank you,

Joseph Pede

prose - the game of life

Europe and Asia are the predominant homes of the Nephilim offspring. North America is littered with them as well. At present, the un-human aristocracy is managing the earthly game of life, while their masters rest comfortably in a veiled dimension. Mark Carney has become their Renfield, their Globalist Attache, he has been empowered to wage war against Donald Trump by creating the illusion that he is protecting Canadian sovereignty, when in fact he is propping up what remains of the Fallen Ones' earthly EU empire. All while they plan your extermination. The "game" is reaching its intended crescendo? Are you a protagonist, spectator or an unwilling Renfield. I've contended that the USA and Russia could become allies - is it possible? Especially since the EU seeks war with Russia in order to hide their corrupt and malevolent history.

The Game of Life

What constitutes a game? Is it the number of players, a winner-take-all mentality, or simply a pass-time bound by a set of rules? Perhaps a structured theatrical illusion managed by hidden hands.

Could life itself be a game? Consider the world as a playground where everything is possible, with the rules written by an anonymous "Mr. Who." Is the objective to be the last man standing, or is it about qualifying the competition, and their representative decision-makers, both visible and invisible?

Spectators are in abundance, yet the decision-makers are rarely seen. The players will come and go, but the game remains. The entourage changes teams, while the winner quietly fades away. Spectators serve as witnesses to legitimize the game. They assist in creating the epic, the drama, the legend or the tragic hero.

Is life a game, a path to self-destruction or an opportunity to continue the game on your own terms? Are you playing to win someone else's game, or just a spectator legitimizing a tragedy? Should you consider life, not as a game, but as a divine journey, where the rules present themselves as moral and ethical constraints.

Thank you,

Joseph Pede

What happens when they know your next move?

https://leohohmann.substack.com/p/the-disturbing-advancement-of-ai?r=qrouj

The disturbing advancement of AI ‘mind-reading’ technology and the Israeli connection everyone is afraid to talk about. Breakthrough mind-reading technology comes from Israel’s Weizmann Institute of Science, which was the target of an Iranian ballistic missile attack in June 2025.

What is Wi-Fi Dense Pose?

What happens when they can reconstruct your positioning?

file:///Users/Joseph/Downloads/WiFi%20DensePose%20RuvNet%20Complete%20Guide%20(1).pdf

the end of the illusion

I have written a number of poems in the past week, attempting to light a fire in your heart. They are weapons required for your survival. They are "Words".

The Veil and the Shadows have been exposed to Light 

This is what the "end of time, or the end of the illusion" is all about

Your weapons - Learn to love, understand your soul and "believe in God"

Get to know Jesus - crucifixion and resurrection

Liquid FEAR = Loosh = Urushdaur = Fallen Angel Agenda = Reptilian

The 500,000,000 children Von der Leyen wants to vaccinate become the Loosh

They would be all that remains of humanity - The Morlocks and the Eloi

Adrenochrome keeps the Reptilian biology alive 

This provides a further understanding of 23andMe

LISTEN:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qg0fUOhU6dU

The Reptilian "Soul Swap"

How Elites Become Possessed 

Guns Guns Guns - Why they matter

Guns Provide a Defence

The Liberals and the rest of the "Renfields" want you to be defenceless. Why? Chimeric Alien life-forms are the off-spring of the Fallen Angels and their goal is to destroy Humankind. Millions of children go missing each year in North America. There is no news, and there are no police bulletins. The children become sustenance for alternate life-forms. I provided detailed data to the RCMP and police of the precise locations of kidnapped and murdered children many years ago. I was provided no feedback.

The answer to what is coming was provided by Phil Schneider in 1996. He was silenced forever soon thereafter.

2027 is around the corner. Agenda 2030 is a known Globalist end-game, but 2029 is the year that matters according to Schneider. As more and more people learn of what is coming, 2027 may become much more relevant. The more technology they have to surveil us, the easier it is to terminate us. Technology is a weapon.

The Matrix = Fallen Angels = Super Intelligence = Data Centres = E.O.H.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/nYban6tUeNxb

They will not be defending Canadians

Canada announces category of foreigners who can join our military without Canadian citizenship.

poem - with our money

with our money

the polling stations are open

the candidates are off

the political landscape is about to change

a new variety of weed will soon take root

some old dandelions will triumph and prevail

the grass will not be greener

just an alternative thickness and hue

the winners won't matter

for the electorate will continue to lose

just in time for Thanksgiving

a time to thank Colombus and Cabato 

or to invoke Sankofa, not Sanka

remembering how they pissed off the Natives

making room for the Pilgrims

nonetheless, the political chambers await their arrival

oaths in hand, God in the closet

newly acquired diapers fitting taut

graft and corruption will soon be on display

fools finding folly in fanaticism

providing excuses on how to best spend their lies

with our money

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - black or white

black or white

is God a magician 

the Master of the wand

elegant in a black cape and top hat

the elusive Sophia ready to assist

no need for Him to pull a rabbit out of the hat

He concocted an entire universe

filled it with everything imaginable

capped it off with a devil, and an anti-Christ

but was it magic or a miracle

magic is a trick of dual-light

miracles have a full spectrum of colour

they shatter the boundaries of black or white

God did not script spells or grimoire

His Words travelled across the void

and One Word became Jesus

it wasn't Doublespeak, or slight of hand

Jesus is the miracle creating miracles

the magic comes in knowing that

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - protest of silence

protest of silence

demand your future

but do not raise a flag

a fist

a voice 

this would be a protest conducted in anger

instead, gather hand in hand

form an unbreakable chain

raise your heads to the heavens

kneel

then bow your heads and pray

do not move

you have become invincible

powerful silent voices

inquisitive hands clutching each other's humanity

bodies in repose, summoning eternity,

     the peace of the heavens

innocence cannot be overthrown

saints will bear witness

angels will comfort the brave-hearts,

     as the Ophanim guard God

let your "protest of silence" roar

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - kingdoms rise and fall / Vampires 23andMe

kingdoms rise and fall

the times have weighed you down

the light, a spectrum of confusion

life appears empty

the future is bleak

the mind is empty of thought

your guardian angels have departed

God has grown distant

each misstep has filled your trail with baggage

the world is empty, with only you

demons preoccupy your time

the "what if" is a constant plague

kingdoms rise and fall

you too have come to know the "Dark Night of the Soul"

you have encountered the storm

wind and rain stall your journey

the clouds guard your rescue

the same clouds present at one-time Calvary

yet, God listens, He awaits your return

He is the storm that overcomes the storm

be not afraid to bend a knee

to cry a tear

to clasp your hands, and pray

thank you,

joseph pede

Real Vampires and Satan in the flesh. What is 23andMe?

A "one" minute video of enlightenment.

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/guGGQILSkYo

The offspring of the Fallen Ones rest in Los Angeles (the Angels), City of London, Disneyland, Vatican, Lake Havasu City, Kandahar and "many" other places beneath and about us. Flesh and blood is their desire.

poem - i cannot sing

i cannot sing

i cannot sing

nor can i compose song

instead i listen

to the Lord's creation

to the chirp of the tiny sparrow

to the discourses of the masses

to the premonitions of the cold wind

but most of all

i listen to my soul

the aether of my heartbeat

prayers are my replies

they seek repentance

they pray for God's love

they share my inner self with the universe

seeking comfort from the "I Am" within me

knowing the "Holy One" is my ear

thank you,

joseph pede

prose - The Lord is a Lover of Music

 The Lord is a Lover of Music

The Lord is a lover of music and of words that are sung. Creation was His master opus, a symphony of light spoken into the void, while Jesus’ favorite opera was scripted in the sacred poetry of David’s psalms. Played upon the kinnor, a lyre of ancient secrets, the unison of human fingers and taut chords bridging heaven and earth.

This eternal rhythm echoes throughout time. It drives Beethoven’s piano keys, with the mysterious Fifth Symphony aligning ivory with the golden ratio and the mathematical patterns of the universe. It soars through the soaring heartbreak of Puccini’s greatest aria, whispering a truth the cosmos already knows - "His name is Love". Music is the universal language, the holy resonance, the very clef of the soul.

You are much more than flesh and bone, you are song, sung by the tenor of the Universe.

Thank you,

Joseph Pede

poem - the quickening

the quickening

the quickening is fast approaching

human vessels, now in danger

this the time of restless souls

where shadows trap the tired troupes 

this a time the dead wander throughout the thickened mist

seeking the comfort of a home to slumber

a place to undo their eternal unrest

a place Old Stingy Jack can escape the psalms of exorcism

a time for him to find the boundaries of life and death

no slice of a pumpkin pie will ease his unholy mass

for he is a soul denied of salvation

born of ancient twisted lore

famed among the ghastly orange facades of light

sentinels with jagged teeth and eyes aflame

they are the jack-o'-lanterns of the night

but beware the Wicker Man

for he seeks the lesser of the soul

warm flesh to occupy his make-shift cages

sacrificial quarry to amuse Epstein's earthly coven

hungry witches scurrying atop their brooms

hoping the quickening takes the earth

avenging the madness of Stingy Jack

thank you,

joseph pede

poem - poutine on the ritz

poutine on the ritz

it's happening with lightening speed

waves of euphoria

particle madness

millions of words buffer the packed projectile

but what it is, no one knows

promises upon promises

memorandums of understanding

commitments of confusion

but what's the reality

nothing, we've been running on the same spot

and there's proof, the spot's worn out

it's become a demarcation point

where the game of divide and conquer begins

you don't know any better

because you've never played the game

you've never considered yourself the ultimate prize

you've never perceived kings and queens to be foes

nor snakes and ladders

ladders that descend straight into hell

it's become a foreign affair

one embroiled with many hidden hands

hands that wear gloves

to hide their grizzly finger nails, and greed

but something strange has just happened

the Quebec PQ have arrived

and they're ready to put poutine on the ritz

thank you,

joseph pede