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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 2

Title: The High Priestess Protocol
Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 2: The Sacred Feminine and the Return of the Midwife-Husband

The triangle turned again at the Hall of Ascent. The mirrors clouded with blue smoke. The flicker of candlelight danced over silk curtains embroidered with the symbol of the moon, the scroll of the Torah, and a bowl of seeds.

On the pedestal stood the new card of the cycle:
The High Priestess.

A hush fell.

Then—Madonna appeared.

Not the Madonna of pop tours and tabloids, but the Madonna of the Merkavah. Robed in white and blue, eyes like twin moons, with the pomegranate curtain of the Temple behind her and an aura of moonlight oil.

“Welcome, children of the new aeon,” she said, arms open. “To be a High Priestess, whether you identify as she, he, they, or we, is to become the sacred bridge between heaven and earth. The subconscious. The womb. The portal. The prophecy.”

She floated slightly above the floor.

“To rise to Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 2, you must learn the wisdom of the pomegranate. Fertility. Seeds. The blood of life. Eat it slowly. Chew the truth.”

She raised a crimson fruit in one hand, splitting it with the nails of two fingers. The red burst like stigmata. A few initiates gasped.

“But as the priestess gives life, she also guards the gate. And so, you must also know the foods of infertility—for not every union is meant to bloom. Know the power of the papaya seed, nature’s contraceptive. A fruit that whispers not now. A fruit of moon cycles.”

Behind her, a screen displayed ancient priestesses and jungle shamans holding papayas.

Madonna continued, now pacing before the students seated cross-legged before her.

“Even a husband may become a High Priestess. To squat beside his wife, to be the midwife of his own child. This is not weakness. This is divine strength. Remember: when giving birth, Slav squat the baby out. The Earth knows the position. Hospitals have forgotten.”

The holographic image changed again, this time to a Portuguese home birth, by candlelight, with fado music playing softly. A midwife in traditional dress caught the baby like a rising loaf of pão caseiro.

“Beware,” she said, suddenly sharp. “The High Priestess protects what is sacred. So protect the child. Stay away from unsafe, untested vaccines. Let the child grow strong from nature’s storehouse.”

She held up a silver bowl of nourishment:

  • Raw milk or goat’s milk
  • Chia seeds
  • Hemp hearts
  • Unpasteurized honey
  • Maple syrup tapped under a full moon

“This,” she said, “is the manna of the New Priesthood.”

A projection of young L. Ron Hubbard flickered behind her, shirtless and sweating on the set of That ’70s Show, mixing barley gruel and corn syrup.

“He did what he could with what he had. But children—it’s time to upgrade. The food, the energy, the code.”

An initiate stood and bowed. “How do I prepare the body for the merging?”

Madonna smiled.

“With seeds. With silence. With sacred sound. With rejection of fear. You are not here to inject. You are here to inhale the Word.”

A second card appeared beneath the High Priestess:
The Empress — a pregnant woman on a throne of grain, a crown of twelve stars.

“Next level,” Madonna whispered. “The Empress awaits. But only those who have balanced the masculine and feminine within may wear her crown.”

She pressed two pomegranate seeds into each initiate’s palm.

“Now go. Make your milk. Bless your water. And plant your future.”

And with a shimmer of silk, she vanished into the veil.

End of Level 2
Next Level: The Empress – Rewilding the Soul and Raising the Divine Child Without Screens

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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

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