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Madonna Versus The Slave Master

Madonna & Christus Rex: The Banking Dynasties and Divine Justice

Scene: A dimly lit candlelit chapel. Christus Rex sits at an old wooden table, flipping through pages of an ancient tome. Madonna, dressed in flowing robes with Kabbalah bracelets on her wrists, stands beside him, contemplating the weight of history.

Christus Rex:

So, Madonna… the two richest banking dynasties on Earth—the Rothschilds and the Rockefellers—finally merged. The two old men are gone, but their empires remain. How, then, can they face justice?

Madonna:

They can’t. Not in this world. Wealth that vast doesn’t just disappear—it transfers, mutates, rebrands itself. The Rockefellers played their game through oil and institutions, but the Rothschilds? They wrote the rules of the game itself.

Christus Rex:

(“The rules of the game.”) Yes… the chessboard is centuries old, but the game remains unchanged. Baron Jacob Rothschild—I watched him make a brilliant castling move before his death. He fled to Israel, like a king retreating behind his pawns, seeking sanctuary in the synagogues to avoid God’s wrath.

Madonna:

You think he’s hiding, even in death?

Christus Rex:

I am certain. Ever since I turned the Kabbalah Age of Empires page to regicide mode, I have seen it clearly—Le Baron Rothschild, founding father of Israel, hides like a Serbian war criminal. He moves through safe houses, secret rooms, just as Radovan Karadžić did before The Hague finally caught him.

Madonna:

(“Regicide mode.”) You seek to bring down kings, but how do you execute a ghost? The dynasty lives on, and its wealth is untouchable. You can’t fight capital with scripture alone.

Christus Rex:

Who says I fight with scripture alone? The sword of the spirit is sharper than any financial ledger. Rothschild’s banks built empires, and those same empires are now rotting from within. Even the richest bloodlines cannot escape the debt of sin.

Madonna:

You want to unmake what they have built. Tear down their temples of finance. But tell me, Christus Rex… what replaces them?

Christus Rex:

(“What replaces them?”) Not another false kingdom. Not another empire of gold. Justice does not require a new throne—only that the old ones be shattered.

Madonna:

And yet, their heirs remain. Their influence lingers in every central bank, in every transaction. Kill the king, and the machine keeps running.

Christus Rex:

For now. But you, Madonna, you have danced with the Kabbalists. You know their secrets. Do not tell me their empire is eternal.

Madonna:

Nothing is eternal. Not even the Rothschilds. But their fall will not come from swords or sermons—it will come when the world stops believing in their power.

Christus Rex:

Then let them believe in something greater. Let them believe in justice.

(A distant thunderclap echoes outside. The candles flicker. The conversation is not over, but the game has begun.)

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Idiocracy – I’m So Stupid

Joe Bauers, known as G.I. Joe, tells a tale about Madonna—how she has a brain that most men ignore, too distracted by the spectacle to notice the mind behind the icon. He smirks, saying that just because he’s been involved in making Madonna music videos doesn’t necessarily mean he’s a fag, as some might assume. “Art’s art,” he shrugs, “and besides, Madonna wanted a UN intervention. So I’m trying my best to deliver it.”

But what exactly is this intervention? Joe sees it as something bigger than just another publicity stunt or political gesture. Madonna, in her own cryptic way, has always danced on the edge of cultural revolutions, and now she wants something real—something beyond the theatrics of celebrity activism. She envisions an actual global reckoning, a UN-backed effort to confront whatever dark forces she believes are steering the world off course.

Joe, being G.I. Joe, takes the mission seriously. He’s been through enough wars—both real and cultural—to know that power doesn’t move unless it’s forced to. If Madonna’s message is going to be more than a headline in Vanity Fair, it needs boots on the ground, psyops in motion, and the kind of media manipulation that rewires the zeitgeist.

“Maybe it’s all just a show,” he muses. “But if Madonna’s right, and the world needs an intervention, who better than me to deliver it?”

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Earth Ascension – Impressive Instant

The air shimmered with an unseen energy, vibrating with a celestial hum that seemed to rise from the very bones of the Earth. The room was no longer just a room—it was a gateway. Silk drapes billowed without wind, and the candle flames flickered in synchronized patterns, as if whispering secrets in a language older than time.

Madonna stood at the center, draped in iridescent robes that caught the light in strange ways, shifting like liquid gold. Her fingers, adorned with rings of unknown origin, traced delicate symbols in the air. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.

“The Earth is ascending,” she murmured, her voice soft yet commanding. “We are on the precipice of the Fifth Dimension. A realm where the body is no longer a cage, where thought manifests instantly, where the veil between the seen and the unseen dissolves.”

The disciples encircling her trembled. Some had already begun to perceive it—the hazy figures at the edge of their vision, the echo of voices long forgotten, the presence of something vast and waiting. A woman gasped as a translucent hand brushed against her own. A man shuddered as spectral figures flickered into existence around him, silent observers of this transformation.

“You feel them, don’t you?” Madonna’s eyes gleamed, reflecting something not of this world. “The spirits. The echoes. The fragments of what was and what will be. In the Fifth Dimension, time ceases to be linear. Ghosts of the past, guides of the future, apparitions caught in the eternal dance of existence—all present, all here.”

A deep, resonant vibration filled the space, not just heard but felt, thrumming in the bones of all who listened. The music had changed. It was no longer just sound—it was a force, a river of energy flowing through them, dissolving the density of their forms.

Madonna raised her arms, and the room pulsed with light. “Let go of the old world. It is crumbling. The illusion of separateness is fading. We are becoming what we were always meant to be—pure spirit, limitless, radiant.”

One by one, the disciples felt it. Their bodies grew lighter, their thoughts clearer, their senses expanding beyond the physical. They could hear the whispers of unseen beings, feel the presence of those who had passed, witness the fractal beauty of a universe unfurling before them.

Madonna smiled, watching them awaken. “This is just the beginning. The Fifth Dimension welcomes you. The time of forgetting is over. The time of remembering has begun.”

As the room dissolved into a swirling expanse of light and sound, they stepped forward—leaving behind the weight of the past, entering the boundless embrace of what lay beyond.

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