Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 10

Title: Revelation 10: The Wheel of Fortune Barter Economy

Genre: Faith-based dystopian drama with supernatural and prophetic overtones
Themes: Revelation, work, barter economy, prophecy, justice, redemption


Logline:
In a near-future world broken by financial collapse and digital tyranny, a community led by a mysterious man inspired by Revelation 10 revives the ancient practice of bartering hours for labor, using the “Wheel of Fortune” as a symbol of divine order and justice—challenging the beast system of digital currency with the power of human dignity, trust, and time.


STORY TREATMENT:

The world is broken.
The financial systems have collapsed under the weight of corruption, war, and algorithmic greed. Digital currency, once hailed as the liberator of the masses, has enslaved them under a surveillance grid where every purchase is tracked, and every act of kindness taxed.

But deep in the rural outskirts of a forgotten land, a bell rings. A carpenter hammers. A plumber tightens a pipe. A baker lights the oven.

And in the middle of this growing light stands Joseph, a man with a scroll in his hand.

He says he received it in a dream—Revelation 10—where a mighty angel came down wrapped in a cloud, his face like the sun, and a rainbow on his head. One foot on the sea and one on the land. The angel swore there would be “time no longer,” but the mystery of God would be finished.

Joseph understood it not to mean the end of time, but the end of wage slavery, the end of debt usury, the end of the beast-marked economy. The angel showed him a Wheel of Fortune, turning clockwise with names, hours, and crafts inscribed upon it.

“You shall build with trust.
You shall eat with dignity.
You shall measure time not with clocks, but with hearts.”


ACT I: THE CALL

In a shattered town called Goshen’s Edge, Joseph gathers a group of broken men and women—plumbers, welders, farmers, builders, teachers—people discarded by the system.

They create a Hour Bank—not digital, not blockchain, not fiat—just trust and ink.

Each laborer agrees to work one hour for one hour of another’s time.
No money, except for material costs which are paid in cash pooled communally. The Wheel of Fortune is drawn by hand on parchment, spinning to randomly assign who works on whose project next—be it a roof, a fence, a song, or a prayer.


ACT II: THE WAR OF SYSTEMS

The town thrives. Homes are repaired. Crops are planted. Children are taught by elders. Each soul becomes known not for what they own, but for what they give.

But the Beast system does not rest.
A government agent named Asher Vane arrives, under the guise of public health and safety. He offers universal digital credits to integrate Goshen’s Edge into the New System. He calls Joseph’s community “illegal commerce.”

Joseph refuses, quoting Revelation 10:

“Take the little book and eat it… and thou must prophesy again before many peoples, and nations, and tongues, and kings.”

Asher demands compliance—or destruction.


ACT III: THE STORM

Rain falls.
Asher returns with enforcers to dismantle the Wheel and arrest the builders. But when they arrive, every man, woman, and child in Goshen’s Edge is working—hammering, cooking, nursing, teaching—giving hours for hours. Not one idle. Not one greedy.

They stand together, surrounded by a glowing Wheel painted in firelight on the town square.

Joseph steps forward, eating the scroll in the vision—a symbolic act.

The wind rises.

Lightning strikes the digital drones.

The enforcers flee.

And in the silence, a baby cries—and the old mechanic says, “That’s worth three hours of rocking. Who’s next?”


EPILOGUE:

Joseph writes the laws of the Wheel on stone tablets:

  • One hour equals one hour.
  • Pay cash for materials. Never for hands.
  • The Wheel spins fair. No man chooses his favor.
  • All who work eat.
  • All who teach are taught.
  • God is not unjust, to forget your labor of love.

Over the years, towns begin to follow.
The digital empire weakens.
People remember how to live.

And the last words of the angel in Revelation echo:

“The mystery of God shall be finished.”

And the wheel keeps turning.

Ray of Light – Newton AI

[Scene: A dusty futuristic library in the ruins of an ancient city—Johnny Goodboy Tyler, survivor of Battlefield Earth, is teaching Madonna Ciccone, time traveler and pop priestess, how to play Sid Meier’s Civilization II on a battered old laptop powered by a solar rig.]


Johnny Goodboy Tyler:
See this here, Madonna? That’s Newton’s College. You can build it once you get the Theory of Gravity in Civ II. It’s a Wonder, one of the best.

Madonna Ciccone (raising an eyebrow):
Does it give me an army of apple-throwing physicists?

Johnny (grinning):
Not quite. Once built, Newton’s College doubles science output in the city where it’s constructed. Doesn’t matter what the trade routes or tax settings are. It’s raw power—your research will skyrocket.

Madonna:
So it’s like a brain amplifier?

Johnny:
Exactly. Build it in your most developed science city—stack libraries, universities, research labs, and Newton’s College turns that place into the nerve center of your civilization. You’ll leap ahead in tech while everyone else is stuck building musketeers.

Madonna (smiling):
Kind of like what I did in the ’90s—only with Kabbalah and club beats.

Johnny (pausing, then serious):
You know, Madonna, if you ever came to Croatia—
I wouldn’t put you on those psychiatric drugs the Americans push.

Madonna (intrigued):
No?

Johnny:
No way. I’d give you orthomolecular medicine. Vitamins, minerals, amino acids—the way Dr. Abram Hoffer healed schizophrenics with niacin. The way Linus Pauling said megadoses of vitamin C could change the world. You don’t treat soul wounds with chemical straightjackets.

Madonna:
So… no SSRIs? No lithium?

Johnny:
Only if you want to dull the spark. You still got light in you. I’d rather see your biochemistry balanced—naturally. If Newton had access to orthomolecular therapy, maybe he wouldn’t have gone so nuts toward the end.

Madonna (whispering):
Or maybe he would’ve started a new renaissance.

Johnny (nodding):
Maybe that’s what we’re doing right now.


[They return to the glowing screen. Newton’s College is completed. A trumpet fanfare plays. The march of knowledge continues.]