Monday, March 6, 2017



They call me Is (pronounced with a soft 's', you know like "iss").
It's short for Ismael, but my mother told me that she almost named me Israel. It was a last-minute decision, I guess she didn't want to come off egotistical. You know, a single mother naming her son Israel, some people might think you are crazy or something. She definitely wasn't crazy, but sometimes I wonder if this whole planet was built on crazy. That's what I've come to realize ever since I found out about the Company.
I'm not sure if I work for or against them. It was Truman that ok'd the thing, the same guy who dropped the atom bomb on the Japanese (not once but twice mind you). The Company maybe has some similarities in a lot of ways to the effects of radiation, poisoning and mutating everything that it comes into contact with, whether it's an arms contractor, a terrorist organization, or a daycare center. But let me back up a bit here.


September 11, 2001: I was in college at the University of New Orleans, groggily facing an Algebra test that I had not studied for. It was 8 in the morning, roughly ten minutes after five hijackers supposedly flew American Airlines flight 11 into the first World trade Center tower. The teacher showed up to class several minutes later, and in a thick Chinese accent (English was definitely not his first language) he informed us that "they" had attacked the World Trade Center and that there may be more attacks on the way. He simply placed the tests on a desk in front of his podium, said "Here is your test," and then he walked out of the room.
I was in shock. I couldn't bring myself to pick up the paper and take the thing. A guy sitting behind me, big burly dude that looked like a linebacker, square buzz-cut type of guy, crushed the newspaper in his hands and walked out of the room in a rage. Not feeling quite as emotional as that fellow, I walked out behind him in a daze. I felt like I was in the opening scene of "Red Dawn."
I walked out into the commons and saw Mike, a guy that I knew from some friends in High School back on the North Shore. I grew up north of Lake Ponchartrain, and familiar faces were few and far between. He was weirdly calm about what had happened,  in fact he seemed really chipper. "Yeah, it's a big deal" is the only thing I really remember him saying.
Later that afternoon, I was sitting on the couch at my girlfriend's house watching the news replay the footage of the tower collapse over and over again. In the footage of the Pentagon that aired on television it looked as if a missile had taken out one of the five walls. I remember seeing the wreckage of United Airlines Flight 93 smoldering in the nothing wilderness of Stony Creek, Pennsylvania, and seeing the text crawl on the bottom of the screen informing me that it had been hijacked with the eventual destination intended to be the Capital building in DC. I watched the footage of Congress breaking into a supposedly impromptu a-capella rendition of "God Bless America" on the steps of the Capitol building, led by convicted pedophile Dennis Hastert. I didn't know what it all meant yet, but when I look back now I have to laugh.
My first thoughts on the whole thing, on that day itself, was that we were being attacked by the Chinese. I thought for sure that the communists had finally gotten us... I grew up in the Cold War and it just seemed like a matter of time to me. It was only later that day I believe that I learned of the Al-Quaeda narrative, and of a VBM (very bad man) that I had not yet heard of, Osama Bin-Laden. Within a few months I would be overseeing the transfer of his corpse from rebel territory into the waiting hands of the Company.


September 12, 2001: Different class schedule from Tuesday, on Wednesdays I had a much more relaxed schedule. It is at this point that I should mention that I had a very, very difficult time waking up for things in the morning at this point in my life. That one morning Algebra class was just like, a killer for me at that time. Honestly, this was the beginning of the school year, and I really don't even remember attending the class other than that one time.
My first class on Wednesday 9/12 was thankfully much closer to lunch time, but I would not be attending that one much either. I saw Mike. He was sitting in the same spot that he was in the previous day, but he had a suitcase full of stickers and t-shirts. The stickers and t-shirts had slogans on them with very strong language regarding Al-Qaeda and Osama Bin Laden. I was still reeling in shock from the events of the day before, and I couldn't believe that this guy already had stuff printed out that he was trying to sell to people on campus.
"What the hell, man?"
He told me that he could introduce me to some people who could help me make a lot of money. They could help me get anything I want, help me to do anything I want to do.

December 25, 2003:  Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq. The people here are attempting to generate massive amounts of negative energy, using MKULTRA techniques to instigate absolute fear and mental anguish from the poor souls who have been imprisoned here. I'm working detail with several other guys in a back room room where we are trying to communicate with a spinning black box. It's power is immense... I can feel it trying to read my thoughts. Bin Laden is dead. We both know it. He brought the box here, but he was just a conduit, just an Earthly vessel to communicate a deeply ancient wisdom and power that was to be re-awakened onto the current timeline. Even as I am communicating with the box, I can feel an artificial intelligence that is reading our joined moment of intellectual exchange from some possible future timeline.

"A liquid iron jet has surrounded the Earth's core and is accelerating..."

They killed Danny Casolaro because he had gotten too close to the network behind the creation of the PROMIS computer, but that thing was just a small iota of the procession and creative power of the D-WAVE systems. The quantum and crystal computing system has been used to generate a network of control structure that has permeated our entire thought-system. Think of it as a form of weaponized artificial intelligence... if you are kept from your full potential by an oppressive, created structure of consensus reality, how would you know how to escape? It seems impossible that such a thorough system of control could be created, but here we are. You are living in it.

- Why does every popular website has the same patterned narrative structure? 
- Why is it that supposedly "subversive" forums like reddit and 4chan are allowed to exist with the illusion of freedom ingrained within? 
- Why is it that all of the experts seem to agree on a shared narrative? 
- Why do they promote murder, cannibalism, suicide, despair, depression, lustiness, sexual degradation, humiliation, unhealthy obsession, body comparison? 
- Why do they sell foods that cause destruction of the endocrine system, nerve damage, and bodily failure?
- Why is there a growing social acceptance of the idea of worthlessness and the validity of the human choice for termination in life?
- Why are they trying to make you sick and destroy your soul?

"A 1987 interview with Dr. Colin Sinclair provided some insight into the sort of programs that he had been developing for the Santaro Institute: 'Terror management theory is an important part of the group examinations... these subliminal reminders of mortality enforce the emotions of the people, the naturally resultant fear and xenophobia encouraging overall increase in happiness and complacency of the populace. They are reminded of their fear of death, and then they will obey.' It is my opinion that Dr. Sinclair used these studies in order to establish methods of social control that are implemented by the CIA, the FBI, the NSA, the Pentagon, and other branches of the US Government intelligence structure that we may not yet be aware of." 
- Marcus Williams, excerpted from his book "Riot In The Hive Mind: 30 Years of Struggle Within the Population Control Industry" 2003 Parasol Press Limited

"Peace! This until the rise of the dawn." It is entirely possible for a person to master the world through their strength of character, by coming into contact with a way that is congruent with that of the Universe. There are many obstacles to this path, however. The high level of character and judgement that is attained through self-observation and practice of the correct ways can turn adversity into an opportunity for large gains as one overcomes severe adversity. It is the Qadar, the divine destiny of humanity, the reason for our existence.
We are living in the days of ignorance... the populace lives in jahiliyyah, a lack of connection to the Divine spark. This ignorance causes great pain.
In Hinduism it is known as the Kali Yuga, a time associated with a dark demon Kali that is not to be confused with the terrible and mighty Goddess Kali of the same belief system. Krishna spoke about the times of ignorance, the traits of which he associates with "devils": 

"Pride, arrogance, conceit, harshness, and ignorance - these qualities belong to those of a demoniac nature... They say that this world is unreal, with no foundation, no God in control. They say it is produced of sex desire and has no cause other than lust. Following such conclusions, the demoniac (who are lost to themselves and have no intelligence) engage in unbeneficial, horrible works meant to destroy the world." (Bhagavat Gita 16 4-9)


The Synthetic Environment for Analysis Simulations, or SEAS, is the current operational mode of what is called the "Sentient World Simulation." It is designed to be a perfect mirror model of the real world based on input and analysis from a variety of robotic and AI sources, as well as constantly updated human input from agents around the planet. It is being overseen by its developer (who is also the founder of Simulex Systems, a software that allows an AI to determine how individuals will move within a building), Alok Chaturvedi at Purdue University. The reactions generated by the computing system will help to guide peacekeeping and decision-making processes into the future. This is the most updated form of the technology that many died to prevent from coming into the wrong hands. The metaphorical "Pandora's Box" was opened a long time ago, however, and the demons are running rampant. Such is the way of the world.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Monday, November 7, 2016


“He who knows how to go about it could live comfortably even in hell.” - Tibetan saying

"Well, this is it. You sure messed it up big, this time. Now everyone is going to know what you’ve done. This goes way, way past the cola deals, and the soda wars. This one goes beyond reality itself as we know it. 
You’ve got that black abyss, the Babylonian thing. You’ve got the GREAT GOD MOLECH.
And you’ve got the children.
That’s the worst part of if, by my measure. You’re eating up our very future, the future that you claim to be willing to help provide. And how again? Another donor, another small company that wants in on your global plan."

A commemorative wreath in the darkness of the edge of the highway caught my eye. Lit in the harsh illumination of my headlights, it looked stark and sad, pathetic even. Laid there by well-meaning family members to recognize the loss of their beloved, it made me think only of the inhuman moment of glass and steel impact, the grinding infernal death that led to the placement of the flower arrangement. That kind of instant tragedy, especially when suffered by the innocent, is the sort of thing that causes people to question the very nature of good and evil. The cliche question of why (if there was karma, or a God, or angels, or whatever benevolent force) “bad things happen to good people.”
Perhaps a deeper understanding of karma is necessary. In this way one is to ponder beyond the simple idea of one’s actions leading to some immediate positive or negative reinforcement in this life. In fact, a punishment-based concept of universal karma is infact simplistic and against the root laws of nature as can be observable.
We get what we deserve. There is nothing in our life that does not belong to us. The sooner that we accept this fact, the sooner life becomes tolerable. It is not through happiness that life becomes tolerable, it is through work. Happiness is simply one of the many positive by-products of work. When work is undertaken sincerely, and with conscientiousness, failure is not possible. As long as one continues learning, continues growing, there is potential for something greater to be achieved. Something worth living for.
When I was a boy, my mother and father told me that God was always watching me. The similarity between Santa Claus and the Christian God is not to be ignored. They said that at the time of the return of Christ to the Earth, it was believed that the dead will rise and be judged… the righteous will enter the kingdom of Heaven by his right hand, while the vast majority of the sinners are cast into the pit with Satan, the angel of rebellion. This judgement is echoed also in the Egyptian and Tibetan concepts of the afterlife. In the Egyptian pantheon, Anubis (the jackal-headed fellow) would weigh your heart against the feather of Ma’at (the Goddess of truth) to see if you carried with you the burden of impurity. If judged to be too tainted, the offending organ was tossed into the mouth of the nearest crocodile/hippopatomus hybrid that happened to be lying around, and then on to the next one.
Now, the Tibetan vision of death what came to follow was particularly complicated. Moreso than a system of reincarnation, they believe that a basic energy, a life force if you will, transfers from the body of a dying individual and is somewhat repurposed back into the environment, sometimes gradually leading to reincarnation and what-have-you. “All aggregates are impermanent.” That’s the credo. Everything waits its turn. 
Maybe it is an eternal fear of that same sense of judgement, and the accompanying obsession with failure, that permeates the scientifically atheistic carnival world of internet culture. Much like religion’s obsession with sin, the obsession with declaring failure seems to point out moreso the obsessed’s own personal shortcomings and fears, rather than the innate failure of the actions of another. We seek to erase our own fallibility while pointing out the perceived shortcomings and sadnesses in the lives of others. 
Failure is a popular topic on the internet. Hate the sinner, love the sin.


"The Agency is operating at full-force to cover up their tracks. Independent researchers have discovered new leads on long-running links between the Saudi Arabian government and U.S. politicians in many illicit operations. The most alarming of these is what appears to be a global human trafficking ring that has been reported about for some time now, but has been protected by a high level of propaganda and disinformation up to this point. It appears that high-ranking members of the Committee and the Foundation have been receiving bribes in exchange for a variety of favors that they have been providing to businessmen overseas with whom they have shared interests.
The Bureau is working slowly to uncover the many layers of this operation. The situation appears to be critical at this point. The Agency is hitting our people with everything they’ve got, mainstream media shills, internet trolling, all manner of psychological warfare, extremely low-frequency weapons, ion distruption, holographic imaging, drone strikes, all available options are on the table. So far this month alone we have lost more than ten agents to Agency assassins. 
There is obviously a sense of desperation among the elite, and mainstream media (MSM) reports have exploded with a Newspeak "fake news" narrative. Even the Pope has scrambled to decry those who publicize the truth about human trafficking and corruption, using foul language very unbecoming of the Holy See to defend a network of corruption and lies.
Expanding beyond the fake news narrative, The Agency is now strongly insinuating the presence of an unproven foreign influence on the 2016 American Presidential election. They are attempting create a false narrative in desperation to hold on the status quo that is crumbling all around them. We ask all agents to be vigilant and keep an awareness of infiltration from all sides. JAH Council will consult and aid as is possible in the following weeks and months."


“Happiness, (Freud) said, is an illusion, because suffering threatens inevitably...’” 
- from “The Function Of The Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich, English translation by Vincent Carfaglo, originally published by Orgone Institute Press, Inc. in 1942

Hi. I’m Emily. Yeah, you caught me reading a book by this guy Wilhelm Reich called “The Function of the Orgasm.” I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not that kind of book. Reich was a scientist in the 1940s who invented some kind of technology that cured cancer or something and I guess he felt that human sexuality was somehow tied in with this kind of stuff? Something like that. Anyway, I don’t really know that much about it, and so that’s why I’m reading the book. Duh.
I’m trying to read more non-fiction in general really, all of my favorite books are like, kid’s books, and I don’t want to be some kind of weirdo.
Here is a line that kind of explains that I guess. It’s from one of my favorite books, “Alice’s Adventures Through the Looking Glass.” 

“‘The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday - but never jam today.’
 ‘It must come sometimes to “jam today,” Alice objected.
 ‘No, it can’t,’ said the Queen. ‘It’s jam every other day: today isn’t any other day, you know.’
 ‘’I don’t understand you,’ said Alice. ‘It’s dreadfully confusing.”
 - from “Through The Looking Glass” by Lewis Carroll.

Life is a series of things that we let happen to us.
Watching Nickelodeon again. I kind of like the shows, but it wasn’t such blatant pandering crap when I was a kid.
“Myra Breckinridge” is an American film from 1970 directed by a British man named Michael Sarne. It is possibly one of the worst-reviewed films of all time. Among other things, people who saw the film greatly opposed the usage of films from the classic era of Hollywood being juxtaposed with the narrative of a film largely themed around sodomy. Considered by Sarne at the time of its release to be parodic of the sexual liberation of the previous decade, as well as a commentary on a nation obsessed with the glamor emitted by the American film industry and the celebrity fascination that continues to this day.
The narrative of celebrity worship is analogous to the human fascination with the Gods and Royalty going back to the earliest human societies. In many ways, the film is far ahead of its time. It has a campy and irreverent attitude towards the sexual behaviour and downfall of celebrities that is somewhat akin to the satirical attitude of modern pundits such as Perez Hilton and TMZ, and certainly in line with the vision of contemporaries such as Kenneth Anger (especially via his book ‘Hollywood Babylon”) and John Waters (director of “Pink Flamingoes,” “Female Trouble,” and other such things). 
More importantly, the film is a depiction of the Gods being as fickle in their whims and desires as the lowly humans who worship them. The pivotal, defining sequence of the film is an anal rape committed upon an unsuspecting male mortal by an aroused and amoral transsexual Goddess in the form of Myra Breckinridge (played by the immortally deified sex symbol Racquel Welch). Her exaggerated and deeply fulfilling climax is accompanied by a ridiculous and comically-timed series of classic movie clips edited into the rhythms of Ms. Welch’s unnatural fornication. 

“Now that we have been in the ‘Secret Annexe” for over a year, you know something of our lives, but some of it is quite indescribable… I find it more and more difficult to imagine our liberation from here.” from “Anne Frank: The Diary Of A Young Girl,” published 1952 by Otto H. Frank; 1958 Simon & Schuster.

“...Second, ‘from the outside world, which can rage against us with overwhelming, unrelenting, destructive force…” - 
- from “The Function Of The Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich, English translation by Vincent Carfaglo, originally published by Orgone Institute Press, Inc. in 1942


“When Balthasar was eleven, his adored pet cat, Mitsou, ran away. He made forty ink drawings detailing his memories of the animal and his fruitless search for her. In the last, he stands alone, crying.”

The world at night is completely different from the one that exists in the daytime. The warm rays of the sun illuminate every corner and everything is laid bare to be seen. The darkness aids deception by feeding the hidden, allowing a conspiracy of fear to envelop the minds of those who are wracked with guilt regarding their activities during the daytime. The energy of the sun is a different form of energy from that of the moon… 
Solar power is the direct source, a pure life-giving wellspring. It’s power is extreme and brutal, to be too close to it is to risk death. Night is powered by the lunar source, a reflection and transmission of the direct source in a suffusion of power that is calming and intoxicating. Accompanying the lunar power is a low magnetic pull that is not immediately perceived, but is instead felt deeply on an intuitive level.

“ In those days I earned easy money in a tough line of work. I fell and fell. 'When will I reach the bottom?' I often ask myself these days.” - Bodil Jensen

“The third argument against the longing for human happiness was serious and remained unexplained. The suffering caused by one’s relations to other people, Freud said, is more painful than any other.”
- from “The Function Of The Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich, English translation by Vincent Carfaglo, originally published by Orgone Institute Press, Inc. in 1942

“When I was a child, I had an experience… I was maybe six or seven, and I was walking into a public bathroom by myself. I didn’t like to use the standing trough sort of urinal, I always walked to the stall for privacy. The door was open, and I turned the corner to go inside and there it was.
It wasn’t a person. But it looked like a person, sort of. It was a man, but I cannot bring myself to call it he. It’s it. It knows that it’s it, and it smiles horribly. It smiles because I am afraid, and it feeds on fear. I don’t know how I know this, but that’s what I’m thinking. He’s the big bad wolf, and he’s coming to eat me. In that moment, time seemed frozen.
The smell. There was a stench of evil, and a hiss. There were what I could only describe as marks of evil that appeared in a subliminal fog on the bathroom mirrors. Like algebra problems, a series of logic puzzles, unlocking a primal fear in my mind. The actual form that the being took was impossible… a human shape made up of moving tendrils of information, like a techno-organic mannequin, with a jagged face gnarled into an expression grotesquely caricaturing human joy. The tendrils came towards me, seemingly permeating from the beings every pore. My core self took hold of my senses, and I just ran for it. I closed the bathroom door behind me, and didn’t tell anyone what had happened.
It began to permeate my dreams, I knew that I had seen it before. Not in my own lifetime. And it wasn’t a vision of something that was to be. It's something that was and is. Something that destroys the future, something that eats dreams. Something that lives off of us.”


“There's nothing better in life than diamonds.”

Sarah watched as the thing began to take form. She thought to herself how odd the expression of an idea “taking shape” was, but here it was happening right before her eyes. A black form that was humanoid in shape, seemingly made of a shimmering liquid substance that acted as a barrier maintaining form. It was a reflection perhaps, but of what?
The liquid rose into the air, individual pieces crystalline and reflecting the light off of the covered lamps from the room, floating and approaching the floor before re-assembling. It was like she was in a three-dimensional television program, and bits of liquid static from an invading channel were manifesting into her reality. She couldn’t shake from her mind the idea of a mirror reflection… the anthropomorphic mass seemed to suggest to her, to tell her forcefully not with words but a deafening silence.

Sunday, June 19, 2016


Agent AM: 2300 Described Word For Word To JAH Council The Following Account Near the Site of MASJID AL-HARAM

Daybreak. Amin looks up at the sky. It is beautiful, the sky that was given to him and everyone else by Allah. He must be grateful for the sky, grateful even for just waking up. Every breath was a gift, a perfect union in submission to the Creator. Allah was the Creator of all on the Earth, and all who dwell here in this beautiful country. 
The peace that is felt here in this land is reflected in the spirit of every living being, and then from them back into the Earth. This peace is something that is inherent in the very idea of submission to Allah. For all beauty emanates from Him, and nature alone reflects a purity that man cannot hope to attain. Allah is all-powerful, and sees all, but for the protection of the smallest among us, sometimes it is his servants that must act out the work of the Lord and Most High.
Just as an example, you should know that, about once a week, AmIn went into the city in order to pick up a few items for his father. Every day he would hear the bustle of the crowd, spirited shrieks of haggling of merchants and angry reports of dissatisfied customers would inherently seize the air, drowning out the peaceful silence that he arrived into town with. Every visit included a walk past a trash compactor occupying a quiet alleyway. 
On one particular instance, Amin heard the unmistakable mewing of a couple of tiny kittens, abandoned on their own in a busy thoroughfare. He, of course, remembered the words and actions of the Prophet in regard to these matters. He purchased a shawl and a box to bring home the crying creatures. They were so small as to not yet be afraid, simply calling out for food. They had been dropped off by owners who had seperated them from their mother, but there was no way for Amin to know this. He observed them with peace and contentment in the kindness of the Creator. He brought them home to show to his brother Mehmet. 
Amin’s brother Mehmet cared more about his advancement in military affairs than spiritual things for the most part. Amin reminded his brother of their sacred duty to care for those who could not speak for themselves. Mehmet was always convinced by the arguments that his brother made when it came to spiritual matters. 
Those two kittens have grown up to be cats, and fine mousers at that.
Just an example of the order that follows submission to the Creator, the One with many names that we call God.
Every morning at this time, Amin remembers the words of the Prophet:

Say: I seek refuge with the Lord and Cherisher of Mankind,
 The Ruler of Mankind,
 The Judge of Mankind,
 From the mischief of the whisperer, who withdraws,
 Who whispers into the hearts of Mankind,
 Among Jinn and among men.” 
(Quran, sura 114 (Al-Nas) ayat 1-6

When he was younger, he once had boasted of impossible deeds in regards to his running prowess to impress a friend. His father castigated him in a manner both deserved and kind. “You are not a liar, my son. For even your very name means ‘truthful.’ You must never lie, for Allah can hear your disruption of His order, and it is a further disgrace coming from one who can do so much better.” His father gestured outside, toward the valley below them.
Allah was everywhere indeed, but nowhere closer than the large stone building that lay in the valley below. Below their home, far down in the city, lay the Grand Mosque of Mecca, where was housed the Kaaba stone that all who love Allah throughout the entire world must pay their respects to at some point in their lives. The idea of God hearing his boast and feeling pain at Ahmeen not living up to his name was indeed shameful.
Always at dawn, he came to the edge of the hilltop and looking down upon Mecca, meditated upon these things.
He has heard how they depict Saudi Arabia in the Christian fairy tales of the west. A land of deserts, palm trees, and camels. They say that they are like animals, that we are the ones who are barbarians. They speak of evil, and many of their customs seem to come directly from the whisperer, the flatterer. The one who spreads lies.

Among Jinn and among men.

And then, out of the quiet contemplation, something very strange happened. 
Across the sky, where there had been calm and peace, there was something quite odd. It first looked like a black dot in the sky, and quickly expanded horizontally. It was extremely far away, and the rising sun was obscuring the view a bit, but it appeared to have several small tendrils that were manifesting form at different points of the surface. 
Gradually, the shape of the object began to oscillate upwards, forming a crystalline obsidian blackness that seemed to reflect an impossible rainbow. One long tentacle grew out from the smoky void and reached gradually out toward the sun.
The crowd that mulled around the massive stone complex making up Mecca paid no mind to this event. Amin could see the entire city from his vantage point. The black, rotating, virus-like crystalline shape seemed to fade back into the veil of the ether. Moments later, there was nothing but sky where the object once was. 
Amin knew that this was an important thing, and without interpretation, informed JAH council.

Currently writing in a hotel room in St. Petersburg. Complete chaos the other night in Orlando, a full manifestation with military-trained operatives from a private organization. Nearly fifty people were wiped out in a controlled operation that lasted over the course of many hours. The streets were bathed in a rainbow of police lights and neon street signs, giving the area a glowing hue of electricity as the "killer" (trained team of several assassins) obliterated bystanders for the purpose of creating a black trust narrative and further invigorate the now-sentient YHWH paranoid thought-form.
The day before this event I observed an object hovering in broad daylight similar to that of the JAH council report from Mecca. Several other witnesses were present, although I am not aware of any of them taking a picture of the form.
Accompanying footage here posted by a west coast operative, featuring another of these amorphous floating objects, but it appears here much closer than the one sighted in Orlando:

The correlation in the appearance of this being and the action that occurred in Orlando was apparent. There was a Black Ops presence that was waiting to go into formation to make the human sacrifice/slaughter that occurred the other day at the Pulse Nightclub. Ultimately, the shooting seems to be a conduit or a gateway for this sort of activity.
In general, Florida seems to be a dumping market for these sorts of operations. Meth and Opioid toxins are funneled into the state in epidemic proportions in order to harvest souls and forms that seem to feed the growth of these sentient floating objects. NASA seems to be aware of their existence, but not of their purpose, and the NASA technology seems to work as a magnet for these beings. I am starting to think that these things are evil itself. Do with the information what you can.