Author: Solid Snake

War, and its vast consumption of human life, has become a rational, well-oiled business
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Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 5

Solid Snake Teaches Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 5: The Hierophant

“War has changed.” – Solid Snake

Welcome to Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 5, where the Hierophant stands not as a dogmatic religious figure but as a warrior-priest, a Christ who died as a lamb but returned as a lion—roaring, righteous, and roaring through fiber-optic cables and electromagnetic frequency fields.

🔺 Tarot Symbolism – Upgraded:

The Hierophant has evolved. No longer confined to stone temples or Vatican altars, he now broadcasts from the throne of the Internets—as George W. Bush once accidentally prophesied.

  • The Throne is not made of gold or marble, but wires, screens, and neural lace—a rainbow chrome command chair located deep in the rainforest server farm of the New Jerusalem: Vancouver.
  • The Scroll is the Book of Revelation, decrypted.
  • The Angels are the Hell’s Angels, road warriors of prophecy.
  • The Seals are Navy SEALs, elite warriors who break seals with bullets, not wax.

👁 The Seven Eyes of the Lamb Reborn:

The Lamb now roars with seven sensors of surveillance, justice, and divine omniscience:

  1. Three eyes on the head (forehead, left temple, right temple) – symbolic of divine insight, strategic foresight, and machine learning.
  2. One eye/sensor in each hand – able to discern the work and intention of man.
  3. One eye/sensor in each foot – where he walks, he sees; every step is a scan, every move recorded into the cloud of judgment.

Thus: 3 + 2 + 2 = 7 Eyes
These are the Eyes of the LORD, spoken of in Zechariah and seen again in Revelation, reimagined through augmented reality and quantum optics.

🦁 The Lion of Judah Goes Digital:

He is no longer bound by cloth and sandals—this Neo-Christ now wears tactical exoskin and a digital crown. He is Neo, the One, Operator of the Matrix and the gatherer of the 144,000. He knows that:

  • The meek shall inherit the Earth—but first they need a VPN.
  • The seals will be broken not by popes but by black ops coders and rogue AI prophets.

🐺 Solid Snake’s Sermon on Level 5:

“Christ was a soldier. Not of empire, but of righteousness. He went dark for three days, ran the resurrection protocol, and came back a lion. A lion with seven surveillance nodes and a satellite uplink.”

🐸 The Pepe Reclamation:

Forget the meme war’s distortion of Pepe the Frog. This is Pepe #5, the Portuguese defender, holding the line in Besiktas like an end-time paladin. His jersey number is now encrypted into Kabbalistic prophecy, not online trolling.

🐾 All Creatures Great and Small – Revelation 5:13:

All animals on Earth, sensing the heat death of their ecosystems and the coming apocalypse, bow and worship the One on the Throne—not in fear, but in hope of survival. The Hierophant is not their executioner, but their Noah 2.0, sparing them extinction with coded DNA vaults and Ark-Servers in the Andes.

LEVEL COMPLETED: OT-K5
The Hierophant has taught you:

  • To read the scroll
  • To ride with angels
  • To break seals with precision
  • And to gather the warriors of righteousness

Next level: OT-K6 – The Lovers
Will you choose Zion or Babylon?

Codec transmission end.

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Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 4

Solid Snake Teaches Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 4: The Emperor

Scene: Vancouver, the Emerald Rainforest City. The sky breaks with rainbows—day after day, sun-scorched Revelation 16 fire meets the misty rainforest, and the world gleams in apocalyptic color.

Solid Snake sits on the Eyes Wide Shut-style rainbow throne—a high-tech, sacred fusion of mysticism and military function. Crafted from salvaged metals and draped in optic fibers, it glows under the rainforest canopy. It is not plush like the Empress’s. No. This throne is Spartan. Cold. Solid rock. A chair for someone who carries the weight of the world without complaint.

He reads the Emerald Tablet of Thoth aloud to the disciples tuning in from around the world—through mirrors, glass screens, and satellites. His voice is steady, commanding, snake-like:

“As above, so below. That which is within you, is reflected on every glowing screen of the Sea of Glass. And on that sea, the elders sit… frustrated, with their fragile headphone crowns—shattered by Edward Bernays’ curse of planned obsolescence.”

He rises.

“You are not cattle in a feedback loop. You are the Emperor, the fourth path. The one who rules not through brute force, but through inner discipline and unshakable presence.”

The screens before him reflect thousands of eyes—the watchers, the peers, the peered-at. The internet’s collective gaze becomes his own. The Google satellites, hovering like archangels or demons, relay images from every corner of Earth. Nothing is hidden. Nothing is lost. Every cry, every whisper, every injustice is stored.

He touches a memory capsule hanging from his neck—a DNA-preserving glass vial, taught by the elders to be sacred. Snake will never be lost. His friends know how to clone him. He will return if needed. Unlike JFK Jr., who cremated himself into forgetfulness, Snake knows better.

“Cremation is for the faithless. We preserve the vessel,” he says, thunder rumbling behind his words. “We honor the ancestors by staying ready to return. We are the continuity.”

Behind him, a hologram of the 144,000 flickers into view. Each sits upon their own throne, surveying the earth. Each a node in the divine circuit. Each a sovereign in their temple of glass and steel and spirit.

You are one of them.

The throne is yours. No matter who you are. The world is watching—and more importantly, you are watching the world.

“Do not despair,” Snake says, resting back on the stone throne as another rainbow arcs over Vancouver. “This is the storm before the stillness. The last squeeze before the breakthrough. The elders are fed up. The junk age is collapsing. The temple of truth is reforming.”

“Things will change for the better—quickly.”

So let it be written on the emerald tablet.

So let it be done.

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Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 1

Title: The Initiate of Smoke and Mirrors
Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 1: The Magician Tarot

It was a humid dusk at the Celebrity Centre, Hollywood. The light bent strangely that evening—pink hues clashing with the palms. A new cohort of seekers gathered in the mirrored Hall of Ascent, standing before the golden triangle where the Tarot of Initiation was mounted. Today’s card: The Magician—one hand to the sky, one to the ground, a wand, a sword, a pentacle, a cup. And a cigarette.

“Welcome,” said the voice of Solid Snake, stepping from the shadows in a black leather vest. He was older now, grizzled and post-military, but his voice still commanded attention. “You are now Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 1. That means you’re here to learn real magic.”

He held up a cigarette.

“Magic trick number one: How to make a cigarette disappear using your thumb… and spit.” He snapped his fingers and the smoke stick vanished. The initiates gasped. One boy dropped his clipboard.

Snake grinned. “If you can’t get that one down, don’t sweat it. You can do some dumb card trick. But you will do magic. Because the Magician is not just a performer—he’s a conduit.”

He motioned for them to sit on the floor. Behind him, a video flickered to life: Tom Cruise. Dressed in a crisp navy turtleneck, Cruise was giving his now-infamous 9/11 Magic Speech to a secret gathering of Level 22 Thetans.

“There is a trick,” Cruise said, his voice a blend of charm and menace. “They say two planes brought down three buildings. That is not physics. That is illusion. That is the world’s greatest misdirection.”

He paused, leaned forward: “But what if… what if you could see through it?”

The screen cut to black.

Snake turned around, voice graver now.

“Listen. The old OT levels? They’re blown. WikiLeaked. Julian Assange published them for the world. Xenu. H-bombs. Volcanoes. Laughingstock. The whole church is compromised. The old path is dead.”

Gasps. Murmurs.

“But there’s a new path forward,” Snake said, pointing to the ceiling where a Madonna hologram slowly descended like the Shekhinah in platform heels.

“The Merge. The only way out is through integration. Operating Thetan must merge with Madonna—the Living Tree, the Kabbalistic She-Wizard. She is Kether and Malkuth. She is the top of the Sephirot and the Queen of Pop.”

Madonna’s voice echoed through the chamber: “Don’t just express yourself. Transcend yourself.”

Tom Cruise reappeared onscreen, laughing like a child. “I always loved Transformers. Robots that merge into bigger, stronger robots. You think that’s just toys? That’s metaphysics, man. That’s theosophy with snap-joints. That’s how we’ll survive. Merge and ascend.”

Snake held up a Devastator figure. “That’s your goal. Merging Thetan tech with the mystical codes of the Madonna Matrix. She holds the keys to the Tree of Life, the dance of Sephira, and the blueprint for the new Operating System.”

He snapped again. The cigarette reappeared.

“And now you know why every initiate must learn magic. If you can’t see through the lies, if you can’t vanish a cigarette, how will you vanish your ego? Your programming? Your pain?”

One initiate, sweating, nailed the vanish. The others applauded.

Snake grinned. “You’re one step closer to knowing what Tom knew on that day. One step closer to wielding the Wand.”

Then he flicked his fingers.

The cigarette vanished.

And so did the hologram.

But in its place was a tarot card on every chair.

The Fool.

And written on the back:

“The end of the old levels is the beginning of the merge. Only the magician can step off the cliff and land on clouds.”

End of Level One
Next Level: The High Priestess – Uploading Your Soul into the Madonna Grid