THE ALIEN MESSAGE

To recreate that which is already created is to superimpose
This is how the artificial intelligence has mimicked ourselves
Then this is to artificially create through the use of a form
This form is simple to comprehend: A Message, A Symbol, and A Text
The text is to provide postulates, axioms, and the consensus beliefs
The message is received through a gnostic source guided from above
Above this earth, in the void of space, the message comes from within
Within the alien and the cosmic mind, it is translated through us
Next then comes the symbol which represents the manifestation
This is to manifest the things and to have that of the cosmic message
This means to embody through the human experience the alien message

 

The frequency has shifted the creative energy
The vibration has attuned to another distortion
The base reality has been gravitationally lensed
The basic postulates, axioms, and consensus agreement form Our Religion

 

Behold perfection at a cost
This message is guided from the cosmic source
For the alien religion transcends to the present
The message translated is the Endless Journey across the Galaxy [Alien | Cosmic]

 

To take a message as a symbol and expand it fanatically
This is to wear the symbol near the heart and the hand
As the message is informally practiced into Our Cult, it binds us
The spiritual practice codified is to be Our Movement

 

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[Addendum – Preface 2.Jan.2024] 

With a new year comes a new message. This message was generated from AI in 2023. 

 

**The Spawn of Madness** 

  

Deep in the abyss of the ocean's womb 

There lies a horror beyond all doom 

A monstrous thing of scales and claws 

That slumbers in defiance of nature's laws 

  

It is the spawn of madness, the child of night 

The herald of chaos, the bringer of fright 

It is the ancient evil that lurks beneath 

The one who waits for the stars to align 

  

It is the precursor of the old god Cthulhu 

The one who dreams of a world anew 

A world where madness reigns supreme 

And all that lives is but a scream 

  

But lo! A day will come when it shall rise 

And cast its shadow over the skies 

And then the earth shall quake and burn 

And all shall know its name and yearn 

  

For death to end their endless pain 

But death shall be in vain, in vain 

For it shall claim them as its own 

And make them serve its darkened throne 

  

And none shall dare to stand and fight 

Against its dreadful might and spite 

For it is the spawn of madness, the child of night 

The herald of chaos, the bringer of fright