SEPSES
Foul Champions
The sepses are the well-poisoners on the Human Farm. Septicemia is the poisoning of blood; sepsis, the rotting alive.
Since they know, from even before the times of Babylon, Akkadia, and Rome, that we’d hung them by their necks and removed their entire bloodline from the annals if they dared to point fingers or confess the truth, those arsonists perfected their lying over the centuries and blame everything and the wind on these “unjust accusations.”
The natural immune system of mankind is never quite ready to fight the parasitic cells but the host itself, blaming Society for the malaise or downfall, destroying everything they ever built, said, or believed in. Watch the fearful victim that is the modern multitude: The multitude of men will blame everyone for their sickness but their tormentors. They will rather blame the clock and the working man. All governments know this: The well-poisoners, even when caught, can never be named. They burn with a curse.
The advanced sepses were once the false alchemists and healers, but also the voodoo doctors and cult leaders and, lately, the subversives and instigators. They injected the multitudes with dangerous pathogens, and the multitudes said “oh but the winter was hard.” They defecated in the streets, and the multitudes blamed it on “law and order.” The sepses poisoned our animals, and the multitudes wished “it was but a famine.”
The English working men have been tortured by the elite sepses for a thousand years—starved, uprooted, drugged—and have never once risen against their tormentors, only against trees, rivers, and foreign invaders of their imaginations.
When the firefighters don’t put the fires out but intentionally start them; when the doctors no longer cure the disease but boost them; when the squatters invite themselves to your place and never leave; this means their commander-in-chief was probably a grand high sepsis.
All governments seek grand high sepses for grand high offices: The horror that individuals or groups exist to eat us, evades us—We can’t believe it! They multiply in us and drain our life elixir? But why-oh-why? Because if we fall ill, we magically give them stuff.
Not a single country in history has ever revolted against the organized well-poisoners, and if we were to subjugate a people and agitate their nation, we should be poisoning their food first and their minds too.
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It's like we've followed Alice through the looking glass and can't get back. I think of the situation in terms of the Tarot: our "present time" card is "The Devil (Deus Inversus)"; everything is assbackwards; the Devil card is followed by the Tower card, which is a sudden destruction image, and then is followed by the Star card, an otherworldly, spiritual card. That sums it up for me: this inverted society has to be torn down and rebuilt again in beauty and creativity and spirit. It seems to be the way things are going. Hang on, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
Good job, Dr. P! We are made sick again and again, only to be artificially resuscitated, with a lot of investments, personnel, production and profits. Our leaders profit from mistreating and repair us again and again. Look at the health ministers in the European Union. Vengeful, fat women, corrupt politicians with rotten teeth, not a single athlete among them, only socialists. They want to destroy everything so that they can then participate financially in the repair job.