Kate knows about my weekend getaway with Madame Élise based on the note that she deposited through the mailbox slot on my apartment door. She claims to have interrogated Antonino, but at 112 pounds, Kate is no match for him unless she held him at gunpoint or applied some other surprise tactic, taking him off guard. I cannot believe that he gave up my whereabouts even though Kate can be a vicious persuader regardless of the limits she has with fellow shadow team members. Each one of us is invaluable and not easily replaceable given the specialized, clandestine nature of our work. What I am about to disclose to you in the following paragraphs has been classified at the highest levels for five decades, but due to recent high-level intelligence leaks by nefarious whistle-blowers worldwide, most of the information is by default, declassified, since it has circulated around the globe in recent years.
A few operational details are brand new information that has been kept secret by a select few and was never classified at a government level, because it was not known to them. Full disclosure of much that I will describe to you is imminent in the coming months and years, so I have no druthers explaining to you what one aspect of our shadow team division was responsible for when it was in full commission up to and including the year of 2006. There is profound glory and honor when an individual graduates college and then goes on to serve his country in the visible military organizations that we are all familiar with throughout the world. Many of these individuals go from a military post to one of the well-known high-level intelligence agencies and enjoy long and fruitful careers doing work that is vital to maintaining the dominant military position and the inherent security of the homeland that the United States of America enjoys.
I was not willing or able to be one of these lucky individuals who would take the military to government man career track, and truthfully, my personality and temperament was not suited to rigid military discipline and the mandatory requirement to be a cohesive team player with little flexibility. My twelve-year tour of duty and life experience in the New York City public school system made it quite clear that I was not suited to be an adaptable, flexible, and cohesive team-oriented individual within my cohort and peer group. I was an outlier from the beginning of my earthly life simply because I came into the world as an indigo soul on assignment from the highest off-world intelligence agency in existence. I had close friends, but only a select few, and my greatest admirers and allies were always my teachers and other adults working in the school system. It was self-evident to me as a young teenager that I was not cut out for standard military, law enforcement, or related service positions because of my personality, temperament, individual style, turbulent childhood and awareness of the extra dimensional realms whence I came.
My principal problem with group dynamics and the fine art of fitting-in to select groups and cliques in typical cohort social settings is that most human beings that I have encountered are completely enmeshed in the simulation of earthbound society and drama, and they have no awareness of their true nature, mission, and calling. I am also enmeshed in earthly society, but I am painfully aware that my true existence is rooted in another dimension outside of the earth’s four-dimensional space-time continuum. This realization of my dual nature makes me an outlier by default, and not a member of the global herd, or the hive-mind control system that keeps most humans in bondage and slavery to the wanton demands of their flesh and the sensual desires of their innermost fantasies. Very few people are aware of their dual nature, and most are profoundly spiritually disabled to the point of thinking that the earth and its sensual and material pleasures afforded by their human bodies are all that exist.
If you have read chapters seven and eight of this memoir, you will know that I have disclosed that I am voluntarily held captive and bound between two diverse realities, and fully capable of consciously operating in various dimensional frames of conscious experience. This awareness and capability instantly classify me as a social outlier for two reasons. First, other people, especially ones who are low vibrational, toxic, and cynical, can sense and intuit that my base frequency and harmonics are vastly different than their own, and this creates a subconscious feeling in most that causes them to break eye contact with me, disengage, and shut down any soul-to-soul communication. It seems to me that the light and love that I carry within me and radiate outward as a quantum energetic luminosity, acts as a mirror that reflects the shadows and darkness that they carry deep within themselves.
Second, this mirror effect triggers anger, hostility, guilt, shame, and emotional discomfort in low vibrational individuals, who naturally resonate with the resident evil forces that are embedded within the earth domain. The clash of frequencies between us sets the tone and timbre of our proximity wars, and their inability to confront their fundamental flaws, which I unknowingly reflect to them, causes anxiety and apoplexy deep within. I generally have no desire to engage, speak with, or be in the presence of five out of ten men, and nine out of ten women that I encounter daily, and this is how serious the toxicity of modern society has become. I make no apology for this proclivity, because I choose to keep my own company unless I can find people who are compatible with my worldview and natural resonant base frequency (meaning my rate of oscillation in megahertz).
I also have to be careful to avoid being drained emotionally and spiritually by energy sapping, soul-sucking, hostile non-human vampires who are good at finding empathetic love-radiant souls like me to feed upon, and who will siphon my goodness and élan-vital until I drop dead if I let them. At times I am deeply repulsed by people’s negativity, cynicism, nihilism, stupidity, low-vibration (base oscillation frequency), facade, funky-odor, general demeanor, comportment, and overall appearance. This parochial proclivity that I have is also because of a quirk of character, and a slight warp in my personality that resulted from my turbulent childhood. Even though my indigo soul is ancient and highly evolved, my human container and its life experience memory traces can warp and put a damper on my social and emotional intelligence skills, and my willingness to be extroverted, tolerant, cohesive, and meek when required. I use the word meek to denote a well-armed humility, and it is humility that I seek to gain at all costs.
The effects of the supernaturally induced mayhem that I described in chapter eight, and the expected personality and character dysfunctions born from the trauma that occurred in my peak developmental years, explains many of my challenges relating to group dynamics in a general social and peer group setting. I am incommoding occasionally simply because I am love radiant, empathetic, erudite, and highly divergent by nature. I tend to smile, vibe-high (sometimes in the terahertz range), and radiate peace, love, and joy most of the time, and this makes people angry, disgusted, curious, and perturbed unless they are one of my indigo people. In recent times, I had an acquaintance say to me in all seriousness, “You’re too fucking happy. You are always smiling. What is it with you?” Could you imagine hearing this from someone as your walking around in your life feeling well, only to be deflated by some low-vibration person sauntering around like a stuffed penguin who makes you question your sanity and general demeanor?
The truth is I am an outlier in the herd by design, and I do not run with the bulls, but watch the bulls run from a safe perch high in the sky. Conversely, many people I encounter are uncomfortable with my presence in certain aspects that can be measured and judged, and these are the ones that I take notice of and study as much as possible. If I sense hostility, negativity, and anger in a person who I have never met and discern that this individual has switched into kill-mode, or is seeking an exit, then I am highly interested in who, or what this person or covert entity might be. If they lock eyes with me and attempt to scan my aura while sending a kill-message, then I maintain the lock and send back a “ping” of equal negativity while envisioning my invisible friends on the quartz crystal plateau so that “it,” the evil creature peering into my soul, knows that it has no chance in attempting to overtake me by normal means.
“It is silly to go on pretending that under the skin we are brothers. The truth is more likely that under the skin we are all cannibals, assassins, traitors, liars and hypocrites.”
— Henry Miller
My dear readers, I tell you now that what resides under the skin of most people that you encounter in your daily life is not what you think or have grown accustomed to in your brief sojourn in this world. There are mysterious and very dangerous entities walking among us cloaked in our DNA and phenotypically perfect (in a way that relates to their physical characteristics, especially those characteristics that can be seen), yet they are walking, talking, breathing, foul smelling venomous creatures intent on our societal destruction and upheaval. It is “they” or “them” that we MQ series shadow team operators seek to find and track by whatever means is necessary when we are told to do so. Conventional military, government, and law enforcement agencies around the world track normal human beings who break our laws and commit crimes of all kinds.
They also track non-human entities, extraterrestrial biological entities, and other types of intelligent beings that they believe that they can control, but they do not track, hunt down, or even know about the specific entities that MQ series operatives engage with. MQ series operators track and terminate the seen and the unseen rogue entities that are presently out of control and walking among us in large numbers, and can only be tracked, pinpointed, and studied by the off-world, extra-dimensional members of the realm encompassing the quartz crystal plateau upon which the pure carbon diamond mountains, and the mansions of the sky are found. The heavenly host, or divine council of the Most High God of Israel, is the supreme intelligence agency that governs all affairs upon, and in the interior of the earth realm and the visible cosmos as seen by human beings through their telescopes and narrow-band organs of sight.
All the present intelligence and military agencies run by men are subservient and beholden to the administration and authority of the Host of Heaven who control the flow of time, energy, mass (I am talking about physics here), and more importantly, the projection of consciousness, general relativity and quantum mechanical laws, which form the basis of the conscious agents that we label with the paltry word known as a “soul.” I say the word soul is paltry, because this one word is not sufficient to truly define the parameters or the nature of consciousness in its totality. Men, humanity, societies, governments, and bodies of laws control nothing. It is all a game, an illusion, and a test bed of ideas that are part of the current earth simulation that is running, which can be switched off in a picosecond if it becomes rogue and runs away with itself. We MQ series operators are necessary to facilitate a specific type of “error correction” in the system, such that the simulation, with its self-replicating and autonomous code creation capabilities, can operate more efficiently, and avoid self-destruction, thereby destroying thousands of years of runtime if it abnormally ends in a self-destruct pattern.
My secondary specialist skill (my primary skill being analytical and research based) is in detecting and tracking humanoid hybrid shape-shifting hostile biological entities with demonic attachments and capabilities. I can find them if they are visible, cloaked, shape-shifted, or hiding, and I am especially good at finding portals, entryways, and various hideouts of these hybrid hostile entities. There exists a hierarchy of these creatures and a very rigid top-down structure to their social organization, and often, we MQ series shadow team operators are tasked with terminating key leadership in their ranks in a unique and efficient way. These leaders, (which are simply rogue snippets of abnormal runtime code), rarely live among us in our four-dimensional space-time continuum, but they do show up and walk among us in hijacked human vessels, and when they are done with their sojourning on our streets and infrastructure, they choose to morph and hide in inter-dimensional spaces alongside our four-dimensional space in what I like to call “side-bands” of reality and space-time.
Operators like me and Kate must track and terminate a select few of these most hideous evil creatures before they morph and enter their side band dimensions, and only females, like Kate, can kill one instantly, but not with the typical methods that you may be familiar with. Humans kill humans through all the silly, primitive methods you know about and have seen on television and Hollywood movie screens your entire life. To terminate the runtime code of one of these hybrid evil rogue entities, a special method is required that can only be implemented by a biological female with an indigo soul who has been raised, trained, and indoctrinated on the magical quartz crystal plateau upon which the mansions of the sky reside by Ella of Norte, the queen mum of the indigo children, and her divine assistants and associates. All human beings, including all the numerous variants of hybridized and highly augmented and modified types, have the same cerebrovascular vulnerability that is the focus of the weapon of choice used by the highly specialized and trained Circle of Willis assassins in our group.
In the confines of the cranium, amidst the brain matter and related anatomical structures of women like Kate, a dense and luminous orb dwells in the lateral ventricles of the brain bathed in cerebrospinal fluid. This orb is a finite bleb, (like a vesicular outgrowth of a plasma or nuclear membrane; a bubble) that is quantum entangled with the indigo soul that resides outside of our four-dimensional space-time continuum in the eleven dimensional conformal region of the domain of the quartz crystal plateau previously discussed in other chapters. My indigo soul (and Kate’s) physically resides in a domain compartment upon the quartz crystal plateau, which exists outside of the earth’s four-dimensional space-time continuum. This plateau is a geometrical structure that exists in eleven dimensions of conformal space and contains a complex system of devices known to me as a fiber bundle of quadhex-diamond-lattice-network-nodes that generate the universe that contains the earth and its lovely solar system.
Everything that is upon the earth, and inside of it, is projected by the fiber bundles of quadhex-diamond-lattice-network-nodes that produce and project the simulation we know as embodied human existence. Our souls, including the indigo variety, are also projected and modulated onto the energy stream that generates the universe that we can see as embodied humans with severe perceptive and behavioral limitations in the four dimensions of space-time that we perceive on the earth realm. Kate’s indigo soul residing in its domain compartment upon the quartz crystal plateau has an orb dwelling in its center of mass, and this orb is being projected to Kate’s earthly avatar, making it physically manifest in her human biological vessel. This projection of the orb, which is modulated along with her indigo soul, allows the orb to be shot out of her cranium on Earth and terminate a designated hostile human hybrid that we have tracked and marked. Kate’s human body (as are all of our human bodies) is a bidirectional-interdimensional portal through which consciousness can explore our diverse simulated earth world, and other spaces and time flows presently known, and as yet to be discovered.
My indigo soul residing in its domain compartment upon the quartz crystal plateau does not have a specialized specific-task-oriented orb in the center of its mass, and hence, I have no supernatural weapon, and this distinction is important for you to understand. The intelligent and programmable orb that enables a Circle of Willis assassin to terminate a mark cannot be captured and used by anyone here on Earth, be they a normal human being or a hostile hybridized human with a demonic attachment. The members of the Heavenly Host, like Ella of Norte, and all of her divine assistants can disengage the orb at any time from the midst of any indigo soul that contains it, and this is how such a capability is controlled and protected from being hijacked, or used under duress, or threat of torture and mayhem while embodied and running in the earth simulation. Everything that is within the domain of the eleven dimensions of the quartz crystal plateau, including the carbon diamond mountains, which comprise the mansions of the sky and all the members of the Heavenly Host, are intimately connected and networked together forming a single consciousness of instantaneous awareness.
When you envision a human being, you must understand that the human body is a software simulation operating in a four-dimensional space-time continuum, (which is likened to an integrable complex manifold exhibiting holomorphic functions) upon the earth realm, that is infused, via a complex mechanism of projection, modulation and quantum entanglement, to a soul (also known as a conscious agent that can be an indigo, or other specific type) that resides in a hidden compartmentalized domain that comprises eleven dimensions of conformal space, which encompasses the magical quartz crystal plateau and the pure carbon diamond mountains upon which the mansions of the sky reside. This specific mechanism of projection and modulation is how the bidirectional link between our human containers (a biological substrate) and our indigo souls are accomplished, and this is also the mechanism by which the members of the heavenly host and the divine council of God receive real-time information and data from our day to day living here on earth. This real-time data stream contributes to the infinite probability space that is our 3+1 dimensions of spacetime on the Earth realm as we know it.
The members of the divine council can use our human vessels, and its various sensory modalities to peer into the realm of the earth plane of existence in real-time, and make observations, decisions, adjustments, and judgments about important events, or gain insight into a particular topic of interest that is running in the simulation probabilities. The human biological substrate is a multiuse, multimodal instrument for data collection, exploring, and probing of four-dimensional dense matter realms like our Earth and numerous other planets and vast spaces in the complex simulation that we currently inhabit. The orb bleb that resides in the lateral ventricles of assassins like Kate can be directed and literally shot into the headspace, body, or cranium compartment of hostile hybridized biological substrate bound entities of interest that we have tracked and marked for termination. Once the orb is inside the lateral ventricles of the target’s brain, it settles into the arterial ring at the base of the brain known as the circle of Willis pictured below:
When the orb centralizes the arterial anastomotic ring of the Circle of Willis within its bleb, it begins to look for naturally occurring weaknesses in the structures pictured above and exploit those weaknesses in the tissues causing a massive bleed-out and interruption of bodily and nervous system function in the organism. Weaknesses can be aneurysms that are already present, or missing, or malformed communicating arteries, or an incomplete circle of Willis, and several other physical anomalies clearly documented in our medical literature. The orb causes a massive spontaneous arterial rupture and subsequent subarachnoidal hemorrhage in any of the vessels pictured above, that upon postmortem forensic pathology inspection, will be deemed a natural cause of death by any reasonable medical examiner. The entire organism is cleanly rendered inoperable once the arterial system has been breached, and as panic, pain, and disorientation causes the heart to pump faster, the damage and subsequent intracranial hemorrhage and vasospasm is worsened, and a vicious cycle of central nervous system dysfunction ensues as intracranial pressure (ICP) increases rapidly.
The orb at this point will descend quickly to the heart and centralize itself in the right atrium and electrically interfere with the SA and AV nodes of the heart. The SA node is the primary cardiac pacemaker, while the AV node’s function is to conduct action potentials from the atria to the ventricles. When the primary pacemaker and the conduction system is dysregulated, a primary heart block, or fatal dysrhythmia is accomplished and it is game over, and good night for that hijacked hybridized human biological substrate that we have targeted. The quantum entanglement mechanism by which its rogue conscious agent is coupled to its hybridized human container is also disrupted, and the flow of data is halted, resulting in the interruption and permanent termination of its pre-programmed mayhem and destructive and maladaptive behavioral repertoire. The conscious agent in this example is a rogue piece of code running in the simulation that must be terminated, but it must be decoupled from its four-dimensional space-time hybridized humanoid vessel first.
This requirement of decoupling a conscious agent runtime engine (what we typically call a soul) from its biological substrate, is necessary because the simulation runtime engine for biological substrates in 3+1 dimensions of space-time are firewalled from the conscious agent runtime engines that are executing and projecting in eleven dimensions with no time dimension like we have here on earth. This is a design parameter by default for what we call an eleven to four-dimensional data compression and transmission scheme (essentially a scheme for dimensional reduction and compactification). The ideas and mathematics of dimensional reduction, effective field theory, and geometry and topology in the context of the holographic principle are adequate in aiding the visualization of the data compression previously described. Part of the error correction code scheme in our runtime simulation involves the ability for the eleven dimensional network nodes to be able to reverse the time flow in 3+1 dimensional worlds in increments of milliseconds to minutes that are often not discernible by living systems and creatures and modern GPS satellite systems.
Atomic clocks can easily be reversed then forwarded with up to plus one minute, or more if necessary, without detection. All this design flexibility inherent in the simulation of worlds and universes affords the designers and overseers a large margin of control over the entire system, and the circle of Willis assassins that I am describing to you in this memoir are one in a thousand methods of maintaining this complex system. Shadow Team operators are heavily compartmentalized by our mentors on the quartz crystal plateau and the Heavenly Host, and we are given knowledge and operational briefings as needed. By decree and out of necessity, my knowledge of the operational details of the world and its underlying complex mechanisms are drastically limited, so please understand that an infinite number of operational details will never be disclosed to me, but the ones that are disclosed are fascinating and awe-inspiring.
I will explain more about our work and the minutiae of our targeted subjects in the coming paragraphs and chapters, but now I must focus on my rendezvous with Kate tonight. It is now 6:45 pm, and it’s time to make my way downstairs to Kate’s place, and I am leaving my apartment with intense trepidation knowing how wild and deadly Kate can be. I am wearing minimal personal protective gear under my clothing, and a nice thick, bump-cap, just in case Kate hits me with pepper spray, I may be able to divert the precision stream she likes to use with the brim of my hat. I entered the elevator on the 23rd floor and rode the large car down one floor. The elevator door opened with the usual bell sound, and I proceeded to walk out, and just as I began to turn right, a bright white Reebok high top sneaker came into my vision with such speed, that it hit me square in the forehead with great force.
My baseball cap went flying off behind me, and my head and neck barely absorbed the shock as purple and green spots started to form in my visual field. As my hands went up to guard my position, I felt three hard punches hit me in the vest at stomach level, while a foot smashed into my groin, and all this while my head was spinning. Then a jolt of high voltage hit me in the left forearm, and it felt like running into a brick wall at full speed, and I went down like a falling tree in a remote forest. Kate grabbed my feet and dragged my 205-pound body into the hallway, and mounted me over the chest, placing both of her small hands around my neck squeezing tightly. The high voltage stung me in the forearm, which knocked the wind out of me for a few seconds. I slowly began to breathe normally, and while gasping for air, I managed to say, “Kate, Kate,” as I was being strangled and choked, but she was infuriated, silent, and intent on killing me.
Her eyes were bugging out of her head, and she had a crazed-lunatic murderous facial expression, and I knew I was in big trouble. My right hand was flailing palms down on the carpet of the 22nd floor lobby when I felt the standard issue, rectangular and compact, hand-held high voltage cattle-prod that we use in self-defense. I grabbed it and zapped Kate in her exposed left flank and wound up electrocuting the both of us, and she quickly fell to my left side. I was barely able to get on my feet and stand up, and Kate was on her back coughing and cursing when I suddenly mashed the cattle prod electrodes deep into her juicy hot vagina, and zapped her kitty through her tight spandex pants. She screamed and convulsed like a circus sideshow act from hell. I then picked Kate up off the floor, and threw her over my shoulder, and began to carry her toward the apartment door. She was biting me, punching, kicking, and making all kinds of noise in a vile ruckus.
Finally, I got the door of her apartment open, and carried her inside, then I threw her on the bed like a bale of hay. The moment I released her, I was drop-kicked from behind so powerfully that I fell on top of Kate and was promptly mounted from behind. A thin arm went around my neck quickly, and I was supremely screwed as my throat began to be crushed. I was yanked backwards onto the floor and began to get choked-out Brazilian style when I heard a sweet female voice say, “I’ve got you fucker, your mounted, and your butt is mine, and you are going to get your ass beat so good Hanson.” I replied, “Keren, bitch, is that you?” Silence, but I knew it was Keren Mizrahi, the deadliest female assassin alive in the world at that time, and I was knocking on death’s door. There is no escape from a Kate and Keren tag-team. A horrific death was imminent, so I tapped out, surrendered, and submitted quickly, but she held the rear-naked choke until Kate was able to get to her feet. Kate looked at me with tears of rage falling from her eyes and said, “You barbecued my kitty, you bastard. You actually electrocuted my box.”
Keren fully released me, and I got to my feet, then turned around and marveled at her lovely visage. I offered Keren a hand, pulled her up to me, and embraced her warmly, hugging her tightly. As I held her close, I said, “Keren, Keren. I missed you so much. I love you. When did you get in?” Kate, hearing my daytime soap opera style declaration of my love for Keren, looked at me with murderous rage and said, “You love Keren, you love me, Madame Élise, and your fucking Hovey hotels. You’re going over the balcony headfirst, after I rip your entire mechanism from its stump before I throw you over.” Keren began to laugh as she walked over to Kate and stood beside her in solidarity and said, “Kate, he loves us deeply. Don’t be upset with him if he has an occasional love interest outside of you and I. Everything he does has purpose and meaning.” Kate looked perplexed and was still angry when she said, “he has included me a few times with his wild funky bunch from the agency, and we had a lot of fun, but I still get angry when he is alone with them like he was this weekend.”
“This woman, Madame Élise, is the queen-bee of the escort agency, and she comes from royalty. It makes me crazy that he snuck off with her while we were away.” I looked at Kate and said, “What did you do to Antonino? Is he out of commission, or what?” Keren quickly spoke up and said, “Kate and I tag-teamed him really good, and he never knew it was coming. He is fine; we just bent his limbs and twisted him up until he spilled the beans on you. Kate put a few hard punches into his abdomen, and I bit his neck and gave him a purple hickey he will never forget. That guy is like iron, anyway. He is fine.” So, that is how Kate got Antonino to spill the beans. It was a Kate and Keren tag-team assault, and no mortal man can endure their full-frontal synchronized attack. I instantly forgave Antonino and will be sure to call him when I can to apologize for the incursion, although knowing him, he may have enjoyed Kate and Keren’s little beating, especially Keren’s delightful love bite.
I have not seen or heard from Keren in over a year, and as I look upon her awesome body, and stare into her eyes, I am deeply moved by my everlasting love for her. I love Kate the same way, and both girls know that we are an established love triangle with deep knowledge of each other. Here we stand, all three of us in Kate’s apartment by her bed, and this has never occurred before, and all kinds of wild thoughts are running through my mind. Keren Mizrahi is a warrior woman and a beloved daughter of the holy city of Tiberias. She was born in the epicenter of the ancient city of Rakkath in Eretz Yisrael, and her biological age is not known. Keren and Kate represent Jael and Judith, who are two Old Testament heroines alive and well today in the two women standing before me in Kate’s apartment. Keren is a stunning natural chestnut-brunette with a unique blend of near red, caramel, and warm brown hues in her lovely shoulder blade length hair.
She stands 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighs 120 pounds, and rarely deviates from this carefully engineered weight-class. Keren has a firm 36C bust, a 32-inch waist, and a 38-inch hip circumference that is unique. Her lovely eyes are profoundly almond-shaped with iridescent hazel and moss-green flecks in her irises surrounded by a pure-white sclera with the opacity of fine porcelain. Keren is a natural and timeless woman who can fit into any time flow, be it the present moment, centuries forward, or backward in time. Her body is perfect in every dimension of measurement and judgment, and her complexion and skin tone are as radiant and perfect as the paint and clear-coat of a highly polished Bentley automobile finished in pearlescent special magnolia. As I looked into Keren’s eyes for what seemed like a full minute of complete silence, Kate stood motionless and became hypnotized as she watched me peer deeply into Keren’s soul.
I broke the deafening silence by saying, “I am going to disrobe now and make love with the both of you in a way that will be memorable for all three of us. Do I have any objections to this declaration?” Keren smiled widely and began to unbutton her blouse as she slowly turned towards Kate, who had a neutral look on her face. Keren locked eyes with Kate and said, “I missed both of you, but none more than you, Kate. Kiss me.” Kate moved closer to Keren and planted a delicate kiss upon Keren’s closed lips, then backed away and looked at me, and I sensed she wanted closure and to heal the little rift between us. I opened my arms and said, “Come here, love, I need a hug.” Kate quickly came to me and we embraced tightly, while Keren continued to disrobe until fully nude. I whispered in Kate’s ear, “I love you. Don’t be angry, honey. I will tell you everything when the time is right.” Kate replied in a sweet low tone, “I love you too, and I am not mad, just jealous.”
“You make me crazy. Hold me tight, you big lug.” I replied, “I am sorry that I zapped your Kitty with the high voltage. Are you all right?” Kate said, “I am fine, but it still tingles. How is your head? I kicked you hard.” I snickered a bit and replied, “I think I have a slight concussion, but I will live.” Kate smiled and said, “You bastard, you’re lucky Keren is here. Keep your guard up, Romeo boy.” Kate and I receded from our warm hug and disrobed as Keren snuggled into the blankets on Kate’s bed. It was a warm day, so the climate control system was purring, making a mellow background noise. I lit the solitary and large pillar candle that sits atop Kate’s television cabinet and turned off all the incandescent lighting. I loaded a CD titled “Piano and Cello Classical Music,” opting to set a special tone for this evening’s special gathering.
If you have read my other chapters, then you know I adore the “largo é pianissimo sempre,” slow and very quiet throughout musical tempo, and this is how it will be tonight. Once the music began to play, I approached Kate and focused on her completely, ignoring Keren’s presence for now. We entered the large bed and waddled towards the middle, and with our knees bent, we embraced in an upright position and began to kiss elegantly, being controlled by the soothing tones of the cello and piano music playing. Kate and I connected closely, our hands roaming over each of us as we kissed tenderly, passionately, and with grace. Keren began to move, and went to the bent knee-upright position, and waddled close to us, placing her lovely face and pursed lips right up to me and Kate’s active lip lock from the side, and we broke our French kiss and turned towards Keren at the same time.
Each of us planted closed-mouth kisses on either side of Keren’s perfect face and slowly made our way to her neck, planting kisses all along the way. The three of us stood balanced on our knees in the center of the bed facing each other in a triangle formation and using only our hands and lips to love one another, each taking turns planting kisses and caressing our bodies with a delicate tenderness. We became a living collage of moving human hands, arms, and fingertips that roamed everywhere, while lips were landing and planting kisses wherever possible. The touching and kisses were delicate, and our movements were slow and naturally choreographed in a way that would garner the applause of Alvin Ailey himself if he were present. The scent of each of us included mild perfumes and cologne, which combined to form a unique aphrodisiac as we delighted in each other’s aura, humidity, and body heat.
The tempo of our love ritual was controlled by the musical notes of the superb piano, cello, and violin harmonies emanating throughout the dim candlelit room. Everything was perfect, and each of us was highly familiar with each other’s bodies, moods, personalities, likes, and desires. What was new was that the three of us were now joined together. The silence of our voices was broken by Keren who out of the blue made the following decree. “Marc, since you are built differently than us, and we girls outnumber you two to one, we shall agree that you will not penetrate any of us with your superb manhood. Since Kate and I cannot penetrate you, all we have are our lips, tongues, and hands, and so, it is by these devices that your pleasure will be delivered to the exterior of your most sensitive areas. Do we all agree?” A resounding three yeses echoed in the room as we promptly resumed our love play.
Now it was Kate’s turn to break the silence as she said in a sultry low tone, “Keren, I have a story to tell you about what I did to him with a beeswax taper candle not too long ago, and you will be glad to know that Romeo-boy has been penetrated and delightfully tortured by me.” Hearing this unexpectedly, all three of us laughed hardily as we stood embraced and weaved together like a complex braid of rope as we tightly hugged and bantered while our hands and mouths roamed wherever they wished. We were so comfortable with each other that the exploration of our bodies was accomplished with no trepidation or sense of taboo. The love and trust between us were at the highest level that could be obtained, and I was delighted to be relieved of the performance pressure often present during penetrative vaginal intercourse.
Normally I would have to defer orgasm for at least fourteen minutes, a task that is painful and mentally torturous. Since Keren made the rule for no penetration this evening, I was free to bask in whatever sensual delight that the girls would plan for my pleasure. The freedom of it was truly a gift that I would pay back thrice times, or even more, for my lovely and beautiful girls. I was grateful to Keren for setting me free in this special way, and for this gesture, I would buy her a stunning cocktail ring at Bijouterie Italienne later that week. If you could have seen the eminent natural beauty of Keren, you would understand how the depth of my love for her began, and here she is, embracing me along with the other supreme love of my life, who is a masterpiece of human engineering herself. I must disclose something to you about Keren that you will not fully understand, so brace yourself for what I am about to tell you.
Keren is classically trained in the ancient civilization of Greece and has full knowledge, language abilities, and the full capabilities of ancient Medusae, to include knowledge and expertise with ancient pharmaceutical preparations, botanicals, and magical rites and rituals. Keren is the deadliest assassin alive in the world, and we consider her to be a fully functional bodyguard trained by Aphrodite herself, designating Keren as a member of the “wolves,” a deadly group of oracular bodyguards that hearken back to ancient times. Kate is also well trained in the same traditions as Keren but lacks the knowledge of ancient pharmakia (φαρμακεία), and we designate Kate as a “Dragon,” but both Kate and Keren are Medusae in every sense of the term as it would be described by a Greek classicist scholar in academia today.
So when Keren gives instructions and makes decrees during our intimate sexual play, know that she is orchestrating the scene in the context of an ancient mating ritual focused on pleasure that will somehow include the introduction of custom-compounded pharmakia in some form or fashion. Keren is a master student of Aphrodite, a chemist, and a supreme lover well versed in magical rituals and rites. Time began to stand still as Keren, Kate, and I focused on sensual kissing in a quasi-random fashion. If Kate and I were kissing, Keren would be kissing our necks, alternating between the both of us. As the kiss broke off, another one would begin with a partner change, while the odd person out became the neck lover, ear nibbler, cheek kisser, or nipple sipper, and a dozen other things that we would do. It was lovely, erotic, and sensual.
Our movements were slow, methodical, and purposeful, and were as delicate as any mime troupe could muster. As our mouths and tongues became fatigued, we huddled closely and sniff-kissed, a primitive form of a sensual exchange of bodily aroma. Our pheromones were drenching the misty air around us and combining to form new, highly erotic perfumes and mists that were combining with the scent of the effervescent, rainforest-emulating paradise gardens of Kate and Keren. Delightfully warm, humid dews, and glistening, ever-swelling honey-glazed folds, creases, and surfaces were emanating a redolence that my highly tuned sense of olfaction could easily discern. I became highly aroused by these vapors because, in my experience, scent is equivalent to sight, and when I combine these sensory modalities together, my perception becomes intensified, and my desire goes into overdrive.
Kate and Keren are living examples of eroticism, and being deadly assassins who are drop-dead gorgeous and sexy, they present a package deal that is too good to be true. Keren, being highly aroused, broke from our feast of foreplay and spoke to Kate and me in a dreamy, sultry voice and said, “Marc, Kate and I are wild orchids, and you are a bee, my love. Kate and I shall pleasure each other until we fully climax, but first you shall pollinate us by drizzling honey from a squeeze bottle that I prepared with some surprise compounds, which is sitting on the nightstand, and delicately apply the nectar upon the luscious outer and inner folds of our paradise gardens. First me, then when appropriate, Kate. After you have carefully dispensed the special honey that I have prepared, you will anoint our gardens over the honey-drizzle with a slight drizzle of your own life-giving essence, which you will carefully dispense from your loins without reaching full climax.
One or two impulse firings is all that is needed my love, then you shall back away slightly. If any of your essence remains on your staff, bring it to the one who is being pleasured, and we shall remove it wasting none of it. Then relax and watch us make love and build the heat of passion within you as you do so. When it is all over, Kate and I will bring you to ecstasy in a way that will never be forgotten. Oh, and be sure to squeeze some honey onto your tongue and savor the flavor. Are we all in agreement?” Two yeses emanated from Kate and I simultaneously, and we all began to move as Keren indicated and wished. Keren propped up some pillows on Kate’s bed and assumed a comfortable supine position while positioning her legs in such a way as to expose and open her magnificent paradise garden to the full extent possible. Keren’s garden was unique, luscious, and gleaming with abundant moisture that surrounded the pale-pink marvel of creation that she was presenting to us.
The labia majora and minora were large and folded to perfection, and her clitoral region was pronounced with a swollen grape that was peering outward from underneath its protective hood, indicating that she was highly aroused. With the squeeze bottle of dark brown honey in my hand, I began to dispense a precise, thin-line of the heavenly nectar with the precision of a master prep-chef, decorating Keren’s paradise garden, which was the ultimate desert presentation to Kate. As I closed the flip-top cap of the heavenly honey, Kate approached me with a small amount of oatmeal-infused lotion in her right hand and began to kiss me passionately. She immediately applied that lotion to my tree of life who was standing tall like the mighty Sequoia that he is, and she began to twist and glide her lubricated soft hand all about its varied surfaces while Keren watched and massaged her perfectly stout voluptuous breasts in preparation for the anointing of her garden with my seed of life.
As I became substantially aroused, I could feel an impulse wave was about to occur, so I stopped Kate’s intense stimulation to avoid an avalanche response. I pulled away from Kate and hovered my pulsating tree of life over Keren’s honey-drizzled paradise garden. I placed the pad of my right index finger under the glans and moved it for just a second, and a single firing of my loins emanated slowly, dispensing a perfect amount of life-giving silkiness, which descended below with a precision landing on Keren’s swollen and exposed pleasure button area. The creamy white pure essence slowly began to move downstream from its landing zone, mixing with the honey drizzle previously applied as it journeyed towards the abyss of Keren’s delightful garden. Kate, seeing this beautiful confectionery creation moved into position between Keren’s muscular legs, and extended her tongue, and began mixing, and swirling the two divine substances in such a way as to mimic the icing of a heavenly red velvet cupcake. This lovely icing of Keren’s superb paradise garden began her long and intimate pleasure campaign of her deepest desires and wishes.
As Kate began her ecstatic cunnilingual artwork, I slowly moved towards Keren’s pursed lips, as previously requested, so that she could tongue swipe the remaining thick, viscous, and flavorful coconut custard of life from my perfectly shaped glans. She extended her luscious velvet carpet of a tongue and swiped the stripe of heavenly confection from my extended glans with perfection, and took it within her mouth, and spread it on her upper palate like a dollop of pure Irish butter on a fresh hot croissant. I then reached for the squeeze bottle of honey and said, “open my love,” and decanted a small amount of its contents upon her lovely extended tongue. I closed the bottle, placing it carefully on the bed, and proceeded to deeply French kiss Keren as Kate engaged in her oral pleasure campaign with pure delight. Keren’s custom-blended honey drizzle was powerful and overwhelmed the slight tincture of my deepest being, masking its normally superb flavor and texture. I became instantly aware of a slight shift in my consciousness that must have come from Keren’s magical honey creation, which amplified my entire repertoire of sensory experience in a most positive manner.
As our tongues danced like liquid swords in an ocean of erotic movements as we kissed, I became connected instantly to Kate and Keren on a spiritual level, as if our ethereal bodies and souls were commingled in a butterfly knot. The feeling and sensations were wonderful and beyond my ability to describe in mere words. Keren suddenly began to moan, and she emanated a sweet murmur of, “oh…” and I broke off our kiss and moved my mouth to her swollen and perfect nipples, enticing the most delicate sensory areas of her areolas to enhance her imminent total body orgasm. Kate’s techniques, along with the psychedelic and conscious-altering compounds in the honey, synchronized all three of us, and as Keren’s delightful orgasmic wave arrived, I began to feel electrified. The feelings and sensations that began to overwhelm me were the kind I experienced in the seconds and minutes following post-orgasmic bliss. Keren’s abdomen tightened fiercely while her back was arching in pure delight, and wet snapping sounds could be heard emanating from her magnificent garden as every skeletal and smooth muscle fiber in that region contracted, pumping out delightful agave nectars and garden produce.
Keren, in a fit of orgasmic convulsions decided to throw a leg over Kate and roll herself to a prone position as she moaned, gasped, and panted, desperately attempting to catch her breath. Kate, finding herself suddenly disengaged from Keren’s magical paradise garden, looked at me with a rapturous gleam in her electric eyes and began to move towards me. Our lips met, and our tongues swirled, transferring the most potent emanations produced by Keren, and we both fell to the bed, lip-locked. These were the most delicious kisses that came with a full aromatic portfolio of scent that transported me into another dimension of existence. I have experienced several folie à trois encounters this summer, which translates as “a madness of three” in French, compared to a “ménage à trois,” which is simply a polyamorous relationship of three people, and none of them have compared to what I am presently experiencing with my two closest soul mates this evening. Keren and her magical arts coupled with her ancient indigo soul have brought Kate and me to the paramount of sensual pleasure that can be obtained in human form.
Keren, having recovered from her bountiful felicity, began to move after her pleasant first orgiastic round of cunnilingual pleasures. She came over to Kate and I while we were kissing, and bumped Kate from my lips, and flipped her onto her back. She then began to kiss Kate with a furor and tenacity of epic proportions, making Kate moan as she surrendered to the abrupt attack. Keren then turned to me and said, “Prepare my girl as you prepared me my love.” Kate and Keren assumed a comfortable position with Kate lying flat on her back with her legs held wide with bent knees, while I carefully drizzled the magical honey from its plastic squeeze bottle all over Kate’s masterpiece of a paradise garden. Once I was done, Keren approached me and began to erotically stimulate my tree of life to induce her requested micro emission of my heavenly seed to be dispensed amid the thick honey previously applied to Kate’s lovely paradise garden. Keren used only two dry fingertips to touch me in such a way as to quickly dispense one impulse firing of my bulbospongiosis and ischiocavernosus muscles delivering a perfect amount of my seed of life, which fell perfectly upon Kate’s pleasure button without causing a full avalanche orgasmic response in a masterful way.
Keren’s unique request to anoint Kate’s paradise garden with my seed of life is to her a form of communion, an act or instance of sharing, an intimate fellowship, and a vital and powerful life-giving force that synergistically adds quintessence to her magical psychedelic honey preparation. The seed of life is reverent, a substance that in ancient times was considered as powerful as liquid mercury in its magical effect in ritual. There is energy and power in the seed of life, which is known to induce wellbeing, relieve melancholy, and impart a portion of a man’s élan-vital and the vital force or impulse of life to its living receptor. Ingestion of the seed of life has meaning and purpose not associated with sexual gratification, as is the case with Keren, Kate, and myself who are deeply spiritually connected in a modern and ancient context. The three of us are ancient souls commingling and loving each other in human form as we have loved each other for what is truly beyond space and time into infinity. Keren began to pleasure Kate in the same way that Kate pleasured her, beginning with delicate tip of the tongue swirls combining the seed of life with the sacred honey that was adorning Kate’s lovely paradise garden.
Kate settled into the pillows and closed her eyes as I began to kiss her and support her in her ecstasy. I eventually broke off our kiss and whispered in her ear, “I am glad that we are all together, my love. I missed you.” Kate whispered back to me, “I missed you too, and Keren, my love. You know she is here because the three of us are on assignment later this week after our love festival and a time of rest. Soon we will talk and make our initial plans, love. Now kiss me!” Just as I was about to kiss Kate, she gasped and moaned, raising her chin and said aloud, “Keren, that is the stroke, oh Keren.” Our lips came together, and our tongues began to swirl as Keren brought Kate to a body quaking electric-blue climax. Kate moaning as we kissed was soon met by Keren’s lips, which I intercepted so I could get my taste of Kate’s wild ambrosia. The flavor sensation and the aroma that I sampled hit me like the onset of a euphoric rush brought on by some magical substance. I decoupled from Keren’s lips, and she immediately clamped onto Kate’s delightful mouth, and these two ferocious female tigers began to kiss and purr like wild animals. I positioned myself just above Kate’s quaking-hot, moist, and aromatic paradise garden and began to partake of it’s abundant yield of heavenly nectars that were overflowing with goodness.
I indulged for only a minute, not wanting to overstimulate Kate, and decided to lay on my back beside Keren and Kate and wait for them to come out of their lip-lock. The scene was hot and humid, and the girls were wild and woolly, enjoying each other’s passion. Kate broke the kiss and looked over at me and said to Keren, “What shall we do with him?” Keren smiled and, while looking directly into my eyes, said, “Let’s honey-drizzle his tree of life then do the twin-snake’s tongue dance all around his staff until his fountain erupts. We shall take his communion offering together, leaving nothing behind or inside of him.” Hearing this, I was ecstatic and glad that I had groomed, trimmed, and taken good care of my nether regions prior to arriving at Kate’s tonight. Keren made a move to get the squeeze bottle of honey on the night table, while Kate came to me with tender kisses as I lay supine and slightly elevated perfectly to watch what my girls would do to me. Keren dispensed some honey onto her tongue, savoring the flavor, then asked Kate and I to do the same. The magical honey with its secret botanical mixture shifted our consciousness slightly, opening us up to complete relaxation and presence in our love reunion. This augmented perceptive state joined us together seemingly as a single unit so that when one of us received pleasure, we all sensed and experienced that pleasure together.
I must reiterate that all three of us love each other deeply in all ways possible and imaginable. Our triumvirate gathering is seen by all in heaven, and there is much rejoicing in our love and reverence for one another. I begin to relax and let go of all the tension in my body as I prepare myself to receive the love, radiance and spiritual energy that I know Keren and Kate will be gifting to me. I just hope I can control my abdominal muscles and remain planked-hard when that ecstatic moment arises. With my eyes closed, I can feel the warm honey drizzle being applied to my tree of life, who is standing tall and is quite perturbed by the beauty that surrounds him. Shortly after I heard the cap on the honey squeeze bottle snap closed, the two loveliest women I have known began to administer the most sensual and delightful focused pleasure I have ever experienced. If you remember, the rule that Keren made in the beginning was that no penetration of the tree of life was to occur in any heavenly orifice of the two girls. Only lips, velvety tongues, and fingertips would be used to tantalize my body and soul. Having made love with Keren in the past, I know that she can prolong my erotic response and climax for as long as she desires.
Appropriate mellow and instrumental piano music was playing on the stereo along with an accompanying cello, and sometimes a viola to add dreaminess to this sultry love scene. Kate and Keren were not using their hands but were emulating motions like one would see when someone is bobbing for apples floating in a tub of water. I felt gliding lips and soft, slightly abrasive tongues moving like brushes through watercolor paint on canvas. In my mind’s eye, I was trying to see what I was feeling, because if I opened my eyes to watch my beautiful girls loving me so intimately, I would never be able to control my arousal, or prolong my pleasure. My eyes remained closed as I attempted to focus my consciousness on feeling the emotions evoked along with the physical sensations. I could discern that Kate and Keren’s tongues would overlap as they were pleasuring me, being careful not to remove the honey drizzle too quickly. They were moving in concert with each other, like two offset snowplows coordinating their movements on a wide roadway in winter. My tree of life was moving, bobbing, and bouncing up and down, and was constantly being chased by velvety smooth lips and wet tongues bathed in sweet honey. The feelings were intense, but the emotions evoked were overwhelming.
The externally applied taunting of the tongues and all the movement they evoked was much more tantalizing than the standard glide pressures and sensations offered by the usual coital orifices normally in play. My emotions were running wild and vacillated between awe, joy, and trepidation. Then came the sorrow of knowing how rare and special this triumvirate of lovemaking was in the larger scheme of life. Sorrow turned into dread when I realized how many of these lovemaking triumvirates had occurred in a short period during one very blessed summer of my life in the lovely French-speaking city of Montréal. How would I be able to endure the memories of the absolute beauty of the women who have graced my life with their presence and unconditional love? Fear was creeping into my mind as I realized the high cost that I would have to pay emotionally for indulging in such highly erotic and exotic pleasures with top-tier women who were living, breathing, works of art and absolute biological engineering masterpieces.
The heavy weight of this crushing reality of the burden that I would have to carry the rest of my life after this pleasant period of sexual and spiritual gratification came to an end was horrifying. I would have to pay a steep price for the magnificent sensual delights with the most beautiful women that could be obtained, and I soon accepted this sentence of sorrow as I silently confessed my sin of overindulging in steamy, forbidden, and wicked love-soaked erotic passion. The moment I came to the realization of the naughty, rebellious, and errant nature of my erotic pleasures, the feelings of fear, sorrow, guilt, and trepidation left me, as if they were expunged from my consciousness by some magic wand that was passed over me while my eyes were closed. A strong scent of rose and lilac came into my sensory field, and I felt a slight breeze and a coolness descending upon me that evoked a strong sensation of love and forgiveness. The feeling was so powerful that I opened my eyes and immediately reoriented myself in the present moment as I gazed upon the utter elegance and beauty of Kate and Keren pleasuring me with such love and devotion.
I propped myself up on my elbows so I could continue to watch, especially knowing that I was minutes away from bursting free air amidst the most immaculate female duo of a lifetime. Keren was on my left side propped up on her right shoulder, which was pressed into my hip, and her head was resting on my pelvic bone above the mons pubis in such a way that her lips and semi-open mouth were beneath my tree of life so that the glans and its wide opening was perfectly centered above her glistening tongue. Kate was gliding her lips up and down the wet shaft of my swollen tree of life, and keeping it pressed lightly against Keren’s right cheek and the corner of her mouth. It was obvious to me that Keren would capture and receive the greater portion of my seed of life, a most holy communion, and Kate would induce the lava stream of life from deep within me. This scene was the most erotic and sensual display of love and affection that has ever been given to me, and it was such a pleasure and a privilege, never to be repeated in my long life.
I used my hands to delicately move Keren’s glorious hair away from the volcano zone, and hand-combed it back onto my belly, and held it there while she fine-tuned her position for a perfect reception. I decided to control my orgasmic avalanche firing by exhaling and emptying my lungs of air at the appropriate time, and this would reduce the internal pressure on the seminal vesicles enough to ensure a slow, controlled molten stream of delightful coconut custard rather than a pea-shooter style firing that could cover quite a distance under the right conditions. Kate, looking at me sweetly, asked me to let her know when my climax was imminent. I agreed and wondered what she was planning. A few more minutes passed as Kate delayed the consummation of my pleasure, and by now my readers know that she loves to torture me, and indeed she is by making time stand still. Eventually, I spoke up and said, “Kate, the fires are stoked, and this steam engine is about to blow my love,” and she moved her lips directly above Keren’s and both girls began to flicker and swirl their tongues as Kate held the head and the glans in place.
Keren opened her mouth wide as Kate’s tongue swirled over the most sensitive area of the glans known as the frenulum, inducing an avalanche firing from deep within me. I watched my silky essence dispense into the loveliest orifice and tongue on the planet, and as I planned, I was able to slightly control the stream to avoid a “shooter” landing on my belly. My stomach tightened and my breathing halted as Kate’s tongue dipped into the lava stream during the eruption while Keren received and held the entire payload until the stream slowed. Keren then moved gracefully from her receptive position, approached Kate, and lip-locked her in a glorious French kiss, eventually pushing Kate onto her back. Both girls momentarily paused to swallow and clear their throats before resuming their magnificent kissing as I continued to watch the entire scene. A minute later, Kate came to me to remove any trace of my vital essence that had seeped to the outside world, and when she was done, she went back to Keren, and they began to roll around upon each other while kissing. My pleasure was fantastic, but I found myself wanting much more from my girls, and my tree of life was remaining at the ready during his recovery.
Eventually, Kate and Keren rolled onto their backs and began to relax next to me, and all three of us were staring at the ceiling of the apartment, reflecting and pondering many things. After a time of rest, Kate bounced up in the bed and said, “Keren lets shower together and refresh,” and the two most beautiful and talented women that I have ever known trotted off to the shower leaving me in the peaceful isolation of my afterglow and post orgasmic bliss. I lost track of time but was aroused from my hazy euphoria when Kate jumped on the bed and kissed me with a simple peck on the lips. Keren followed and went to the kitchen to dispense a drink, and I took that cue to hit the shower and relax in the warm water and refresh. When I returned, I found both girls sitting in bed awaiting me with wide smiles that seemed like an invitation to join them and talk for a bit. Sure enough, Keren began to explain that she was here and that a unique opportunity to terminate a level one shape-shifting entity was presenting itself with extremely short notice later in the week, and that details and specifics were still being formulated.
Level one shape-shifting polymorphic biological entities (SS-PBE-1) are extremely hard to isolate and stultify long enough for an orb penetrating kill shot. Kate and Keren have dozens of confirmed kills of all levels of SS-PBE types, so this assignment should go smoothly based on their past track record. The SS-PBE (shape-shifting polymorphic biological entity) can be comprised of several conscious agent types (what we know of as a soul), that can animate and manipulate the human biological substrate it inhabits to take on a variety of shapes, phenotypes, or camouflage patterns that allow the entity to cloak itself, or disappear in any setting. The instantaneous manipulation of the human form and its biological function during the shape-shifting transmigration event does not instantly occur locally in our 3+1 dimensions of spacetime.
The morphing process must begin as a runtime instruction, or a subroutine program instruction change within a specific set of fiber bundles that contain a series of quadhex-diamond-lattice-network-nodes in the eleven dimensional conformal space outside of our space-time continuum. Once the change request is programmed and submitted to the fiber bundles of the appropriate quadhex-diamond-lattice-network nodes, the change function is projected into our 3+1 dimension of space-time, and the biological substrate morphs in millisecond time increments into its designated final form. All of this is accomplished in fractions of a second as the system is almost instantaneous and finely tuned.
Another way to explain this complex process is by using the example of the operation of a planetarium light show that is generated from a laser and video projection camera system that is in the center of a typical planetarium here on Earth. When we are seated in the planetarium, we can see the laser projection system moving and traces of light beams emanating out of its lenses that are illuminating the dome above us, which is the sky. Our eyes, which are an interface to the light show, register its projections in our minds and see what is being projected. Now imagine if the laser projection system in the planetarium was the fiber bundle of quadhex-diamond-lattice-network-nodes that generate the universe that contains the earth and its lovely solar system, which resides outside of our 3+1 dimensions of spacetime in an eleven dimensional conformal space outside of our known universe.
I posit to you that the conscious agent of an SS-PBE (shape-shifting polymorphic biological entity) has the capability to bidirectionally communicate in real-time with the fiber bundles of quadhex-diamond-lattice-network-nodes, such that it can send instructions to project its cloak, morph, or shape shifting demands and requests, and have them implemented, thus, instantly projecting its camouflage, cloaking (which is invisibility), and shape shifting at will. Instantaneous high-speed morphing occurs in our space-time continuum, which allows the entity to escape and evade mere mortal humans and other biological entities right before our very eyes. This is how the “poof, they were gone” actually works.
I am still trying to find words and sentence structure to describe the shape-shifting process given the state of infancy that theoretical physics presently enjoys, but I will attempt to use known principles to give a rudimentary theory about the process. First, we must visualize and comprehend the relationship of holographic projection and Hilbert spaces in our space-time continuum on Earth, which involves some of the most profound concepts in theoretical physics, particularly in quantum mechanics, general relativity, and quantum gravity. Think of a typical adult human biological substrate (a body; container; vessel) in its unmorphed steady-state phenotype as dictated by its resting genome acquired at birth. This body’s three-dimensional density represents information contained in a volume of space that can be described by a theory that operates on its boundary, namely the holographic principle.
We need a framework whereby a higher-dimensional space containing the projections and modulated information streams of the fiber bundles of quadhex-diamond-lattice-network-nodes can be holographically encoded on a lower-dimensional boundary like the Earth’s space-time continuum. A concrete realization of the holographic principle is the AdS/CFT correspondence, which posits that a theory of gravity in Anti-de Sitter (AdS) space can be described by a conformal field theory (CFT) on its boundary, which could provide the framework for the shape-shifting phenomenon that I have described. Our perception of three-dimensional space is an emergent property from fundamentally 2 dimensional information that is calculated and parsed in the fiber bundles of virtually infinite quadhex-diamond-lattice-network-node systems.
The holographic principle provides a framework of thought about how information in a volume of space like a human body can be encoded on its boundary. Hilbert spaces afford us a well proscribed mathematical structure for quantum states in the context of quantum gravity, which describes the quantum state of spacetime itself. This abstract relationship suggests that what we perceive as our 3-dimensional world is most likely a projection or an emergent property of information encoded in fewer dimensions, and this is how I am describing the modality of shapeshifting, morphing, and cloaking within our earth’s atmosphere and space-time continuum.
The shape-shifter does not locally manipulate the biochemistry of its biological substrate here in the 3+1 dimensions of the earth’s space-time continuum, because this is impossible knowing that everything upon and in the earth is projected! The SS-PBE has illegal and forbidden runtime code that allows it to access and program the projection system known as the fiber bundles of quadhex-diamond-lattice-network-nodes that generate the universe that contains the earth and all that it contains down to a minute speck of dust. Do you now understand how dangerous this is to the overall simulation runtime of Earth? This is why Kate, Keren, and the large teams of shadow operators of MQ, MX, MZ, and other designations are needed to separate the rogue conscious agents (SS-PBE’s) from their biological substrates so that they can be terminated via annihilation by the members and designees of the Heavenly Host and those who reside on the quartz crystal plateau with its unlimited expanse of unique compartmentalized structured domains.
In our modern times, we would use terms such as hacking to describe the SS-PBE’s ability to manipulate its human biological substrate during its morphing and cloaking routines. I will also go out on a limb and explain that when the proverbial Adam and Eve of the book of Genesis ate the proverbial apple, they too hacked the system that I just described to you. I beg you to understand and comprehend the gravity and seriousness of what I am telling you, which is that rogue conscious agents can “hack” the system and wreak havoc among and within human societies all over the cosmos, and this is just one method of how they accomplish these tasks.
I will explain more about our work, and how we operate along with more details about all that I have described to you, but now I must attend to my two most delicious companions, Kate and Keren, who are looking at me with ravenous seductive eyes wanting more special attention and love, as do I. Immediately after noticing Keren and Kate’s intentions projected by their lovely eyes and seductive smiles, I said, “enough of this talking shop ladies. We will have plenty of time to plan and implement our tasks. Keren, I am hoping that your no penetration clause of your heavenly bodies is now expired so I can enter you both and deeply seed your lovely gardens after a proper plowing of your fields?” Keren looked at Kate and said, “Are you ready for an all-night marathon with Romeo-boy Kate?”
“I have another magical mixture of honey and spice that will make us want to ride like the wind until dawn, that will also keep him erect for two days straight. What do you say?” Kate smiled, looking me straight in the face, and said, “You got juice, bitch? Can you handle us until dawn?” I also smiled widely and quickly retorted, “I always have juice for you, Kate, and Keren bring it on my love. I have been training hard all week, and I am ready to perform.” With all three of us in agreement, we prepared ourselves for a marathon of lovemaking, and indeed that is what occurred until about 7 am the next morning. As luck would have it, we were able to stay in bed all day until early evening, and it turned out to be the most memorable good time of my life.