(The low hum of being silently pulled by the powerful will of another.
Echoes in the void.)
The story arc.
I woke in a cave to be hijacked by a ghostly figure who just loved to talk.
When the conversation turned darker, I tried to leave the dream but struggled.
Here's an interpretation of the conversation.
Samîazâz speaks in 2025
(A lone old but confident seductive voice whispers in 2025)
Well hello there
From my firelit throne room here
Seated amongst the hail and the bright golden fireflies
With new fear mixed and burning with black blood
With Arâkîba and Râmêêl as my two witnesses
Surrounded by my four
Horsemen
Slaves on their different coloured horses
With souls crying underneath my cracked white altar
Crawling in your humanity's deep crimson mud
As they scream out for salvation into the whaling now endless night
Drowning in this new flash flood
The Harvest of the Earth is soon to begin
We’ll all emerge laughing
With seven bowls
Held out as you all scream
Just asking to feed on more
Of your worshipped kings or queens
The Wormwood Star
So bright
Will light our way
Over Shoels old Borders
Heralding us
To be the newly anointed eaters
Of all your sins
The silence in Heaven
Will be our Seventh Seal
Our earthly manifestation and
Our second reintroduction
The pagan Songs of Old Moses
About the Seven Angels
Carrying the Seven Plagues
Will once more be sung
In a new Sodom and Gomorrah
The Scarlet Woman
Her Red Dragon
And the two pagan beasts
From the East
I will send forth from Hades
Summoned to create a
Plague of locusts
As they start so many delicious
New crusades
The Seven-Sealed Scrolls
Which speaks of
The Lamb Slain
When great earthquakes
Send all mountains thrown into
Boiling molten seas
As a third of the Sun and
Moon
Collide in such violence
The survivors of your world
Will watch
Star-struck in silence
There will be no judgments or rewards
No new personages, medals, or salvation's
But
With a tremendous earthquake
I'll send walking up
Euphrates River
One of my old queens
Babylon
Greatest of all prostitutes
With lips painted red and
Sharp crimson nails
She’ll seduce all watchers
With wide eyes before they all die
And my Babylon of Old
Will once again rise
All seas will soon turn to blood
Vengeful and painful
Overflowing and
Filled with such beautiful political sores
People once torched by Torquemada’s fires
In those dammed inquisitions
In the Middle Ages
Shall escape from my darkness
To taste the pain
Many will soon worship
My once unspoken name
Samîazâz
And soon when I return
We will all hold hands in a new salt circle
Illuminated by a thousand old stars
To then put up
A now broken
Black and red flag
To forever sing
O’ Blessed be
So mote it be
And then you will all drown in mortal and sexual sin
O’ Blessed be
So mote it be
Asmodeus is soon to come
For we are legion
So sing to us
O’ Blessed be
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
It's quite a dark piece, but look at the world.
Have the hidden ghouls been quietly rebuilding Sodom and Gomorrah on a worldwide stage?
Through visiting prominent world leaders in dreams?
Here are some documented accounts.
• August Kekulé (The Benzene Ring, 1865):
German chemist August Kekulé struggled to figure out the molecular structure of benzene.
He famously recounted dozing off by his fireplace and dreaming of an ouroboros.
A snake seizing its own tail, which made him realise that benzene’s carbon atoms form a closed ring rather than a straight chain.
• Dmitri Mendeleev (The Periodic Table, 1869):
Russian chemist Dmitri Mendeleev spent days trying to organise the known chemical elements by their properties and atomic weights.
Exhausted, he fell asleep at his desk and dreamed of a table where all the elements fell neatly into place, waking up to immediately write it down.
• Otto Loewi (Chemical Nerve Transmission, 1921):
Austrian-German pharmacologist Otto Loewi dreamed of an experiment to prove that nerve impulses are transmitted chemically rather than purely electrically.
After forgetting the dream the first night, it returned the next night; he went straight to his lab, performed the frog-heart experiment, and later won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine.
• Niels Bohr (The Structure of the Atom, 1913):
Danish physicist Niels Bohr had a dream in which he was sitting on the sun while planets orbited around it on thin threads.
When he woke up, this imagery inspired his famous model of the atom, where electrons orbit a central nucleus.
• Srinivasa Ramanujan (Mathematical Formulas, early 1900s):
The self-taught Indian mathematical genius frequently stated that complex equations and mathematical proofs came to him in his dreams.
He attributed these visions to the Hindu goddess Namagiri, who would write formulas on his tongue while he slept.
The creator of the atomic bomb, Oppenheimer, is whispered to have been influenced through dreams.
Have you seen the film?
Now you get the gist; it makes one wonder who or what is really behind this new, never-ending invention?
AI.
Are people unknowingly communicating with Horde?
Are you?
Is that their way in?
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