Knowledge Bomb. Globalist Structures

To understand the Globalist Community/Power Structures better, it's important to figure out & understand the organizational Structures they use so you can identify which Group is using/doing what & why.

The organizational Structures of Globalist groups tend to usually/commonly fall into these category's:

1) [Business/Corporate]

2) [Military]

3) [Cult/Religious]

4) [Secret Society]

5) [Traditional/Cultural]

Variants(such as Regional) & Mixes of these organizational Structures exist. Compartmentalization of various degrees is also present in & around these Structures.

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archive.4plebs.org/pol/search/subject/knowledge bomb/username/anonymous5/tripcode/!!9O2tecpDHQ6/
wikileaks.org/gifiles/docs/37/379092_fw-wtc-i-.html
wikileaks.org/gifiles/docs/20/207972_-analytical-and-intelligence-comments-it-suggests-that.html
wikileaks.org/gifiles/docs/13/1332210_-analytical-and-intelligence-comments-mossad-ran-9-11-arab.html
gefira.org/en/2017/05/03/george-soros-secretly-rushes-to-italy-as-ngos-activity-in-the-mediterranean-now-face-political-and-judicial-scrutiny/
twitter.com/SFWRedditVideos

PAST THREADS TO DIG INTO:

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Future topics I plan on covering:

1) "Greater Israel",Samson Option & Zionists/Zionism.

2) Feminism & Frontal Lobe Damage/Disorder.

3) Globalist Symbols

4) Domino Destabilization.

5) Invasive Species

6) "UFO's",MIB & Black Budget Projects

7) Regional "Unions".

what happened to your origin of races thingy??

So why do you post these on here anyway? And out of curiosity, has anything you posted on here led to any noticeable changes in real life?

Also even if I think your posts are stating the obvious sometimes, appreciate the info.

P E N I S

That KB will be in the near future after all these: Topics are covered.

1) To get the information out & Yes.(you'd be surprised if you research & observe.)

2) For those with various levels of knowledge, these threads are quite useful.

The Outback has Underground facilities in it.

What high level businessmen, cult, traditional isn't part of some secret society or at least partially in the know about shit like the Rose Cross Order and the jews

What happened behind the scenes with Comey? Will the FBI get back on track now?

Well that is certainly good to hear, stay safe user

...

He was clearly not punishing those that were well connected to corruption

He got fired by magaman

Trump and his secret agents have been wiretapping the FBI and CIA every second they aren't expecting it

Remind me who you're claiming to be and how you know about aliens

Plan on joining border patrol what do I look for? Bumpito

It depends on region, individual,group(s), etc

1) His removal was long overdue, the way the Clinton case was handled really showed he had to go.

2) Should be.

The world is an interesting place.

Appreciate it.

This, interested in origin of humans. But do as you will and post what is more important first.

Just someone getting information out about various things.

Tunnels are going to be an eventual issue in some areas.

Also, the US Military should be used to help secure the Southern Border.

How sophiscated are these tunnels? Vietcong mudtubes? Or something you can drive through

So someone dropped these links related to 9/11.

wikileaks.org/gifiles/docs/37/379092_fw-wtc-i-.html

wikileaks.org/gifiles/docs/20/207972_-analytical-and-intelligence-comments-it-suggests-that.html

wikileaks.org/gifiles/docs/13/1332210_-analytical-and-intelligence-comments-mossad-ran-9-11-arab.html


The second link name drops Soros, and talks about Soros' dealings and groups who he deals with.

Is this Business/Corporate?

I always appreciate your posts Anon5.

1. Do you suspect when (if ever) the Clintons will actually be prosecuted for at least ONE of their crimes?

2. What's the potential for Podesta and other suspected [read: known] pedophiles will be made public?

3. Lastly, I've noticed that the skies have been inundated with chemical trails from a huge number of different planes. They're flying overhead day and night, leaving behind these huge cross-hatch patterns. The sky eventually becomes milky white and people complain about breathing. What are these really?

Thanks again man, wishing you healthy and safety.

Man I want to see that UFO one

It varies from both. I suggest(if you are going into the Border patrol) to research about the usage of Tunnels on the Border.

Something else to look out for in the future is "War Rigs".

I researched the dinosaur thing, apparently tons of sighting at a lake in Congo of a small brontosaurus type Dino. Do you know if they've ever captured one or found recent bones?

B E N I S

1) Quite a short KB tonight. Maybe you can expand on the Comey situation?

2) 3) gefira.org/en/2017/05/03/george-soros-secretly-rushes-to-italy-as-ngos-activity-in-the-mediterranean-now-face-political-and-judicial-scrutiny/
>George Soros secretly rushes to Italy as NGOs activity in the Mediterranean now face political and judicial scrutiny

4) Lauren using Greenpeace whale tactics against immigrants boats. Hope i see that on Italian news tomorrow.

>5) Invasive Species
whats this?

Also what is your opinion on the C.I.A. remote viewing of Mars ET's? theres an thread up on it right now

Also looked into races coming from other planets, was Moldek a real planet that exploded into the asteroid belt?

So their running mad max trucks under our feet transporting blackmarket goods? Damsun

There was a drug tunnel under Blaine, border patrol watched them build it then the moment it touched us soil they busted them if I recall

1. So we are to combine this intel with the information from the Globalist Roles KB?

2. I've been reading a book on EMDR, it seems like parts of EMDR therapy could be incorporated into forms of subliminal messaging. Would this line of thinking be onto something?

3. Is Behavioral Economics a profession worth seeking out?

4. Can you give any type of advice as to how to seek out these "off the books" school programs that you mentioned before?

5. Are there subliminal messages sent through our media devices when they're supposed to be off or disconnected. Sounds that you can't consciously pick up on for example.

6. Is ASMR a result of hyper sensitivity to certain sounds due to subliminal messages through audio? The whole thing eerily reminds me of what happens to the main character in Clockwork Orange.

7. Are there sounds that we subconsciously hear/or are aware of, but can't consciously be aware of unless the audio is slowed, reversed, or something of that nature?

8. Thoughts on the Malware ransom cyber attacks going on now?

9. Can you tell us the third step in globalist empire building?

1) Interesting. I made a KB about 9/11 before, which can be found in the archives: 2) It could be.

1) Possibly.

2) Distribution Centers is what people need to be looking for. Talked about it in the "US Pedo Network" KB which can be found in the archives: 3) Part of Geo-engineering.

It will be very interesting.

The only "Dinos" left are Small Theropods.

1) The information in the OP matters. Also I already talked about the Comey thing: 2),3) & 4) Interesting & good research.

1) It's warfare.

2) CIA is always up to some bizarre stuff. Also that thread is also being used to distract abit.

Long-time follower here, I'm not on your database right?

Hi @Scr1nRusher

you have to go back

1) where do lawyers fit in hierarchy?

2) are there underground planes?

1) Yes & also the "Globalist Regions" KB, which can be found in the archives: 2) It's an angle.

3) Depends

4) That relates to knowing certain people before & in the schools.

5) No idea.

6) AMSR is used for Social Engineering & also subliminal messaging.

7) Sometimes. "They Live" *& Subliminal messages also connected into that.

8) Country's/States are not the ones who did it.

9) Recruitment.

Mexico is going in the direction of Syria. So expect Cartels to create Armored vehicles of various types.

Sensors are going to be helpful.

these threads aren't useful to anybody, you're a clueless larping shill piece of shit

anon5 - i used to follow but got tired of not seeing results come into being. how long are your timelines? london bridges falling down didn't exactly happen

I don't have a twitter. Never have & never will.

Twitter is a very shady company.

No, only the Shills.

1) Depends on group structure.

2) Don't know, but Sea-Tanks exist.

Bothered by the info getting out I see.

Research & Observe.

Also, you have to understand that bigger things take longer to set up.

>No, only the Shills.
Good to know ty. Please make at least a thread a week from now on if you can.

When did trump realize he was being tapped? What dis-information did he get out to trick them with? How much did they fall for.

wtf plzz explain! Red pill me

When do you see the singularity happening? Since classified tech is 50 years ahead, and public estimates put it at 2045, how close are we to post human AI? Is cryogenics legit?

HE LIES

@Scr1nRusher

VERIFY FOR YOURSELVES

go here
And look through them. Click view to read each thread.

How is twitter a shady company?

You are very brief in your answers.... can you elaborate on future answers, provide examples, etc.

I'll do my best.

1) After the whole "Birth Certificate" Fiasco

2) They were looking for connections that didn't exist.

This is some really dumb shilling.

So a random guy on twitter shared my archives & you think it's me?

They aren't hiring shills like they used to.

I asked them to verify for themselves and they will.
Good day sir.

There isa sex club that Bill Maher belongs to... it costs 75k a year and they give u a baphomet necklace...

can you educate us on this or anything else...

also I am curious about music industry... a lot of them seem to be military brats... Any info on Jim Morrison outside of his fathers role in the navy... was he legit or a psy op...

please explain the answers longer then a few words... it makes it hard to believe im not being trolled when it is just a few answers.

anon5, civil ear only solution to save the EU from this guys?

1)What do you think about fascism?

2)Is it as bad as liberals bitch about it, or could it work again?

3)So what's the next step for Europe now that Le Pen got cheated?

4)You talked about race specific bio weapons. Is there a sterilization virus that affects certain races?

5)And if yes, could it be used against all muslims and blacks in Europe to prevent white genocide? would it be necessary?

war*

Made a thread called "Twitter HQ" about them, which you can find in the Archives: Truman Show. You can find the thread about in in the archives:

The Da Vinci Code Dan Brown
FOR BLYTHE... AGAIN. MORE THAN EVER.
Acknowledgments
First and foremost, to my friend and editor, Jason Kaufman, for working so hard on this project and for truly understanding what this book is all about. And to the incomparable Heide Lange—tireless champion of The Da Vinci Code, agent extraordinaire, and trusted friend.
I cannot fully express my gratitude to the exceptional team at Doubleday, for their generosity, faith, and superb guidance. Thank you especially to Bill Thomas and Steve Rubin, who believed in this book from the start. My thanks also to the initial core of early in-house supporters, headed by Michael Palgon, Suzanne Herz, Janelle Moburg, Jackie Everly, and Adrienne Sparks, as well as to the talented people of Doubleday's sales force.
For their generous assistance in the research of the book, I would like to acknowledge the Louvre Museum, the French Ministry of Culture, Project Gutenberg, Bibliothèque Nationale, the Gnostic Society Library, the Department of Paintings Study and Documentation Service at the Louvre, Catholic World News, Royal Observatory Greenwich, London Record Society, the Muniment Collection at Westminster Abbey, John Pike and the Federation of American Scientists, and the five members of Opus Dei (three active, two former) who recounted their stories, both positive and negative, regarding their experiences inside Opus Dei.

Is Bitcoin legit?

Is it in danger of being shut down?

Seems like it's a huge threat to the globalists.

My gratitude also to Water Street Bookstore for tracking down so many of my research books, my father Richard Brown—mathematics teacher and author—for his assistance with the Divine Proportion and the Fibonacci Sequence, Stan Planton, Sylvie Baudeloque, Peter McGuigan, Francis McInerney, Margie Wachtel, André Vernet, Ken Kelleher at Anchorball Web Media, Cara Sottak, Karyn Popham, Esther Sung, Miriam Abramowitz, William Tunstall-Pedoe, and Griffin Wooden Brown.
And finally, in a novel drawing so heavily on the sacred feminine, I would be remiss if I did not mention the two extraordinary women who have touched my life. First, my mother, Connie Brown—fellow scribe, nurturer, musician, and role model. And my wife, Blythe—art historian,
painter, front-line editor, and without a doubt the most astonishingly talented woman I have ever known.
FACT:
The Priory of Sion—a European secret society founded in 1099—is a real organization. In 1975 Paris's Bibliothèque Nationale discovered parchments known as Les Dossiers Secrets, identifying numerous members of the Priory of Sion, including Sir Isaac Newton, Botticelli, Victor Hugo, and Leonardo da Vinci.
The Vatican prelature known as Opus Dei is a deeply devout Catholic sect that has been the topic of recent controversy due to reports of brainwashing, coercion, and a dangerous practice known as "corporal mortification." Opus Dei has just completed construction of a $47 million World Headquarters at 243 Lexington Avenue in New York City.

All descriptions of artwork, architecture, documents, and secret rituals in this novel are accurate.
Prologue
Louvre Museum, Paris 10:46 P.M.
Renowned curator Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum's Grand Gallery. He lunged for the nearest painting he could see, a Caravaggio. Grabbing the gilded frame, the seventy-six-year-old man heaved the masterpiece toward himself until it tore from the wall and Saunière collapsed backward in a heap beneath the canvas.
As he had anticipated, a thundering iron gate fell nearby, barricading the entrance to the suite. The parquet floor shook. Far off, an alarm began to ring.
The curator lay a moment, gasping for breath, taking stock. I am still alive. He crawled out from under the canvas and scanned the cavernous space for someplace to hide.
A voice spoke, chillingly close. "Do not move."
On his hands and knees, the curator froze, turning his head slowly.
Only fifteen feet away, outside the sealed gate, the mountainous silhouette of his attacker stared through the iron bars. He was broad and tall, with ghost-pale skin and thinning white hair. His

have you evre read this book: Britain: the key to world history? released in 1950 but was banned by the sionist.

Wouldn't "Secret Societies" just be what all the other groups are? Especially Cult/Traditional. What would make a Secret Society group so different as to warrant it's own category?

irises were pink with dark red pupils. The albino drew a pistol from his coat and aimed the barrel through the bars, directly at the curator. "You should not have run." His accent was not easy to place. "Now tell me where it is."
"I told you already," the curator stammered, kneeling defenseless on the floor of the gallery. "I have no idea what you are talking about!"
"You are lying." The man stared at him, perfectly immobile except for the glint in his ghostly eyes. "You and your brethren possess something that is not yours."
The curator felt a surge of adrenaline. How could he possibly know this?
"Tonight the rightful guardians will be restored. Tell me where it is hidden, and you will live." The
man leveled his gun at the curator's head. "Is it a secret you will die for?" Saunière could not breathe.
The man tilted his head, peering down the barrel of his gun.
Saunière held up his hands in defense. "Wait," he said slowly. "I will tell you what you need to know." The curator spoke his next words carefully. The lie he told was one he had rehearsed many times... each time praying he would never have to use it.
When the curator had finished speaking, his assailant smiled smugly. "Yes. This is exactly what the others told me."
Saunière recoiled. The others?
"I found them, too," the huge man taunted. "All three of them. They confirmed what you have just
said."

Are you a bot? I asked if you could explain the anwsers more and u just say truman show, go to this thread... I read that truman show thread... im asking you now.

It cannot be! The curator's true identity, along with the identities of his three sénéchaux, was almost as sacred as the ancient secret they protected. Saunière now realized his sénéchaux, following strict procedure, had told the same lie before their own deaths. It was part of the protocol.
The attacker aimed his gun again. "When you are gone, I will be the only one who knows the truth."
The truth. In an instant, the curator grasped the true horror of the situation. If I die, the truth will be lost forever. Instinctively, he tried to scramble for cover.
The gun roared, and the curator felt a searing heat as the bullet lodged in his stomach. He fell
forward... struggling against the pain. Slowly, Saunière rolled over and stared back through the bars at his attacker.
The man was now taking dead aim at Saunière's head.
Saunière closed his eyes, his thoughts a swirling tempest of fear and regret.
The click of an empty chamber echoed through the corridor.
The curator's eyes flew open.

Have any of these Dino's been captured alive or dead?

How do I catch one?

How long ago did the giant creatures live? Max Landis coincidentally cites them as the inspiration for Chronicle, but his were more crystalline creatures before the earth cooled and travel using electromagnetism

The database has been tracking your shilling, location & behavior successfully.

EU is going to use its EU Army to keep country's in it.

Islam is going to keep flooding & taking over.

1) & 2) Depends on leadership.

3) More Islamic attacks & population. Also EU Army showing up.

4) Some exist.

5) It could be used.

It's part of a Globalist plan to phase out physical currency.

The man glanced down at his weapon, looking almost amused. He reached for a second clip, but then seemed to reconsider, smirking calmly at Saunière's gut. "My work here is done."
The curator looked down and saw the bullet hole in his white linen shirt. It was framed by a small circle of blood a few inches below his breastbone. My stomach. Almost cruelly, the bullet had missed his heart. As a veteran of la Guerre d'Algérie, the curator had witnessed this horribly drawn- out death before. For fifteen minutes, he would survive as his stomach acids seeped into his chest cavity, slowly poisoning him from within.
"Pain is good, monsieur," the man said. Then he was gone.
Alone now, Jacques Saunière turned his gaze again to the iron gate. He was trapped, and the doors could not be reopened for at least twenty minutes. By the time anyone got to him, he would be dead. Even so, the fear that now gripped him was a fear far greater than that of his own death.
I must pass on the secret.
Staggering to his feet, he pictured his three murdered brethren. He thought of the generations who had come before them... of the mission with which they had all been entrusted.
An unbroken chain of knowledge.
Suddenly, now, despite all the precautions... despite all the fail-safes... Jacques Saunière was the only remaining link, the sole guardian of one of the most powerful secrets ever kept.
Shivering, he pulled himself to his feet.
I must find some way....

He was trapped inside the Grand Gallery, and there existed only one person on earth to whom he
could pass the torch. Saunière gazed up at the walls of his opulent prison. A collection of the world's most famous paintings seemed to smile down on him like old friends.
Wincing in pain, he summoned all of his faculties and strength. The desperate task before him, he knew, would require every remaining second of his life.
CHAPTER 1
Robert Langdon awoke slowly.
A telephone was ringing in the darkness—a tinny, unfamiliar ring. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it on. Squinting at his surroundings he saw a plush Renaissance bedroom with Louis XVI furniture, hand-frescoed walls, and a colossal mahogany four-poster bed.
Where the hell am I?
The jacquard bathrobe hanging on his bedpost bore the monogram: HOTEL RITZ PARIS.
Slowly, the fog began to lift.
Langdon picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Monsieur Langdon?" a man's voice said. "I hope I have not awoken you?"
Dazed, Langdon looked at the bedside clock. It was 12:32 A.M. He had been asleep only an hour, but he felt like the dead.
"This is the concierge, monsieur. I apologize for this intrusion, but you have a visitor. He insists it is urgent."

I'm not a bot, but this guy spamming my thread is.

Also I've explained things, people have to research & Observe.

Consider what it does & how it operates. Differences exist.

1) Don't know

2) Certain jungle regions.

3) Before dinosaurs.

Langdon still felt fuzzy. A visitor? His eyes focused now on a crumpled flyer on his bedside table.
THE AMERICAN UNIVERSITY OF PARIS
proudly presents
AN EVENING WITH ROBERT LANGDON PROFESSOR OF RELIGIOUS SYMBOLOGY, HARVARD UNIVERSITY
Langdon groaned. Tonight's lecture—a slide show about pagan symbolism hidden in the stones of Chartres Cathedral—had probably ruffled some conservative feathers in the audience. Most likely,
some religious scholar had trailed him home to pick a fight. "I'm sorry," Langdon said, "but I'm very tired and—"
"Mais, monsieur," the concierge pressed, lowering his voice to an urgent whisper. "Your guest is an important man."
Langdon had little doubt. His books on religious paintings and cult symbology had made him a reluctant celebrity in the art world, and last year Langdon's visibility had increased a hundredfold after his involvement in a widely publicized incident at the Vatican. Since then, the stream of self- important historians and art buffs arriving at his door had seemed never-ending.
"If you would be so kind," Langdon said, doing his best to remain polite, "could you take the man's name and number, and tell him I'll try to call him before I leave Paris on Tuesday? Thank you." He hung up before the concierge could protest.
Sitting up now, Langdon frowned at his bedside Guest Relations Handbook, whose cover boasted: SLEEP LIKE A BABY IN THE CITY OF LIGHTS. SLUMBER AT THE PARIS RITZ. He turned and gazed tiredly into the full-length mirror across the room. The man staring back at him was a stranger—tousled and weary.

Alot of people have questioned whether or not this is a bot. It's one of my theories too.

See: Keep posting, it just makes the Database's work much much easier.

You need a vacation, Robert.
The past year had taken a heavy toll on him, but he didn't appreciate seeing proof in the mirror. His usually sharp blue eyes looked hazy and drawn tonight. A dark stubble was shrouding his strong jaw and dimpled chin. Around his temples, the gray highlights were advancing, making their way deeper into his thicket of coarse black hair. Although his female colleagues insisted the gray only accentuated his bookish appeal, Langdon knew better.
If Boston Magazine could see me now.
Last month, much to Langdon's embarrassment, Boston Magazine had listed him as one of that city's top ten most intriguing people—a dubious honor that made him the brunt of endless ribbing by his Harvard colleagues. Tonight, three thousand miles from home, the accolade had resurfaced to haunt him at the lecture he had given.
"Ladies and gentlemen..." the hostess had announced to a full house at the American University of Paris's Pavilion Dauphine, "Our guest tonight needs no introduction. He is the author of numerous books: The Symbology of Secret Sects, The An of the Illuminati, The Lost Language of Ideograms, and when I say he wrote the book on Religious Iconology, I mean that quite literally. Many of you use his textbooks in class."
The students in the crowd nodded enthusiastically.
"I had planned to introduce him tonight by sharing his impressive curriculum vitae. However..." She glanced playfully at Langdon, who was seated onstage. "An audience member has just handed me a far more, shall we say... intriguing introduction."

On a scale of 1 to 10 how utterly fucked is the human race?

She held up a copy of Boston Magazine.
Langdon cringed. Where the hell did she get that?
The hostess began reading choice excerpts from the inane article, and Langdon felt himself sinking lower and lower in his chair. Thirty seconds later, the crowd was grinning, and the woman showed no signs of letting up. "And Mr. Langdon's refusal to speak publicly about his unusual role in last year's Vatican conclave certainly wins him points on our intrigue-o-meter." The hostess goaded the crowd. "Would you like to hear more?"
The crowd applauded.
Somebody stop her, Langdon pleaded as she dove into the article again.
"Although Professor Langdon might not be considered hunk-handsome like some of our younger awardees, this forty-something academic has more than his share of scholarly allure. His captivating presence is punctuated by an unusually low, baritone speaking voice, which his female students describe as 'chocolate for the ears.' "
The hall erupted in laughter.
Langdon forced an awkward smile. He knew what came next—some ridiculous line about "Harrison Ford in Harris tweed"—and because this evening he had figured it was finally safe again to wear his Harris tweed and Burberry turtleneck, he decided to take action.
"Thank you, Monique," Langdon said, standing prematurely and edging her away from the podium. "Boston Magazine clearly has a gift for fiction." He turned to the audience with an embarrassed sigh. "And if I find which one of you provided that article, I'll have the consulate deport you."
The crowd laughed.
"Well, folks, as you all know, I'm here tonight to talk about the power of symbols.

I'm not a bot, larper, shill, kike, think tank, etc

Just someone that has been getting information out.

>Observe

Question yourself why this user is spamming your thread.

Hard mode: He isn't a shill.

since this thread have been created by a well known larper, i'll drop here a real knowledge bomb, and hopefully none will see it. Because i hate being in trouble.
Genetic engineering is going to be the way they will "shut it down". Each time you commit a larson, are arrested after a DUI, give your DNA to 23&me or do a paternity test, they stock your genomes sequencing in giant database centers.
We know how to reproduce the exact nucleotides sequencing since few years, using PCR (polymerase chain reaction) meaning we are able to biologically replicate few copies of a segment of DNA across several orders of magnitude, i.e. we can replicate to any scale needed any DNA sample we have stored.
As you must know, in forensic biology and in the courthouse, DNA is the holy grail of proofs...

tic
tac
tic
tac

The ringing of Langdon's hotel phone once again broke the silence.
Groaning in disbelief, he picked up. "Yes?"
As expected, it was the concierge. "Mr. Langdon, again my apologies. I am calling to inform you that your guest is now en route to your room. I thought I should alert you."
Langdon was wide awake now. "You sent someone to my room?"
"I apologize, monsieur, but a man like this... I cannot presume the authority to stop him."
"Who exactly is he?"
But the concierge was gone.
Almost immediately, a heavy fist pounded on Langdon's door.
Uncertain, Langdon slid off the bed, feeling his toes sink deep into the savonniere carpet. He donned the hotel bathrobe and moved toward the door. "Who is it?"
"Mr. Langdon? I need to speak with you." The man's English was accented—a sharp, authoritative bark. "My name is Lieutenant Jerome Collet. Direction Centrale Police Judiciaire."
Langdon paused. The Judicial Police? The DCPJ was the rough equivalent of the U.S. FBI.
Leaving the security chain in place, Langdon opened the door a few inches. The face staring back at him was thin and washed out. The man was exceptionally lean, dressed in an official-looking blue uniform.
"May I come in?" the agent asked.
Langdon hesitated, feeling uncertain as the stranger's sallow eyes studied him. "What is this all about?"
"My capitaine requires your expertise in a private matter."
"Now?" Langdon managed. "It's after midnight."
"Am I correct that you were scheduled to meet with the curator of the Louvre this evening?"

Depends on scenario.

The Database knows EVERYTHING about you now.

Yeah yeah, you've said that to me dozens of times nigger.

>thread is an hour old
>not even 100 replies
>under 30 posters, half of them calling you a larper

wow this knowledge really needs to get out there folks, shills are really trying to slide this thread hard right fellow pedes? Remember what goes in all fields.

Langdon felt a sudden surge of uneasiness. He and the revered curator Jacques Saunière had been slated to meet for drinks after Langdon's lecture tonight, but Saunière had never shown up. "Yes. How did you know that?"
"We found your name in his daily planner."
"I trust nothing is wrong?"
The agent gave a dire sigh and slid a Polaroid snapshot through the narrow opening in the door.
When Langdon saw the photo, his entire body went rigid.
"This photo was taken less than an hour ago. Inside the Louvre."
As Langdon stared at the bizarre image, his initial revulsion and shock gave way to a sudden upwelling of anger. "Who would do this!"
"We had hoped that you might help us answer that very question, considering your knowledge in symbology and your plans to meet with him."
Langdon stared at the picture, his horror now laced with fear. The image was gruesome and profoundly strange, bringing with it an unsettling sense of déjà vu. A little over a year ago, Langdon had received a photograph of a corpse and a similar request for help. Twenty-four hours later, he had almost lost his life inside Vatican City. This photo was entirely different, and yet something about the scenario felt disquietingly familiar.
The agent checked his watch. "My capitaine is waiting, sir."
Langdon barely heard him. His eyes were still riveted on the picture. "This symbol here, and the
way his body is so oddly..."
"Positioned?" the agent offered.
Langdon nodded, feeling a chill as he looked up. "I can't imagine who would do this to someone."

The agent looked grim. "You don't understand, Mr. Langdon. What you see in this photograph..." He paused. "Monsieur Saunière did that to himself."
CHAPTER 2
One mile away, the hulking albino named Silas limped through the front gate of the luxurious brownstone residence on Rue La Bruyère. The spiked cilice belt that he wore around his thigh cut into his flesh, and yet his soul sang with satisfaction of service to the Lord.
Pain is good.
His red eyes scanned the lobby as he entered the residence. Empty. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to awaken any of his fellow numeraries. His bedroom door was open; locks were forbidden here. He entered, closing the door behind him.
The room was spartan—hardwood floors, a pine dresser, a canvas mat in the corner that served as his bed. He was a visitor here this week, and yet for many years he had been blessed with a similar sanctuary in New York City.
The Lord has provided me shelter and purpose in my life.
Tonight, at last, Silas felt he had begun to repay his debt. Hurrying to the dresser, he found the cell phone hidden in his bottom drawer and placed a call.

You could at least pick a well written book to spam.

1. Are you saying that success in behavioral economic depends on my personal level of aptitude in the field, the course of global events, or on my location in the U.S.

2. What's ASMR as a social engineering tool trying to accomplish? Hypersexuality, lack of interest in relationships, anxiety and depression? It needs to be exposed before it gets any bigger if it's something especially devious.

3. Are these subliminal messages in audio just short phrases, certain sounds that trigger certain emotion, or a mix of both?

4. Where's a good place to start digging for the basics of social engineering, beyond the obvious stuff?

5. What's your life expectancy estimate on France now that Macron is in?

6. In what way does whispering affect the human brain? You hear it used so much in various medias.

7. Do you think that the U.S. sending immigrants and "undesirables" to South America will ever become a thing?

"Yes?" a male voice answered.
"Teacher, I have returned."
"Speak," the voice commanded, sounding pleased to hear from him.
"All four are gone. The three sénéchaux... and the Grand Master himself."
There was a momentary pause, as if for prayer. "Then I assume you have the information?"
"All four concurred. Independently."
"And you believed them?"
"Their agreement was too great for coincidence."
An excited breath. "Excellent. I had feared the brotherhood's reputation for secrecy might prevail."
"The prospect of death is strong motivation."
"So, my pupil, tell me what I must know."
Silas knew the information he had gleaned from his victims would come as a shock. "Teacher, all four confirmed the existence of the clef de voûte... the legendary keystone."
He heard a quick intake of breath over the phone and could feel the Teacher's excitement. "The keystone. Exactly as we suspected."
According to lore, the brotherhood had created a map of stone—a clef de voûte... or keystone—an engraved tablet that revealed the final resting place of the brotherhood's greatest secret...
information so powerful that its protection was the reason for the brotherhood's very existence. "When we possess the keystone," the Teacher said, "we will be only one step away."
"We are closer than you think. The keystone is here in Paris."
"Paris? Incredible. It is almost too easy."

Any updates into your research about architectural energy? I did some research about fractal resonance of the twin towers but it's hard to reconcile the frequencies those building should have put out with anything significant.

But in my research I did find a lot out about the "love frequency".

Know anything about the love frequency?

1)So there's no way of stopping the EU army implementing dictatorship now that Le Pen lost?

2)Do we have to wait till the next elections? (4-5 years)

3)Wouldn't the soldiers in the EU army revolt or disagree with this plan?

Actually he is a shill. Database is all knowing & all seeing......like an Eye.

I'm not a Larper & DNA is the way of the future.

Haven't heard of it.

1) Revealing the Tech would be better in the long run.

2) It already exists.

3) The real stuff is.

Silas relayed the earlier events of the evening... how all four of his victims, moments before death, had desperately tried to buy back their godless lives by telling their secret. Each had told Silas the exact same thing—that the keystone was ingeniously hidden at a precise location inside one of Paris's ancient churches—the Eglise de Saint-Sulpice.
"Inside a house of the Lord," the Teacher exclaimed. "How they mock us!" "As they have for centuries."
The Teacher fell silent, as if letting the triumph of this moment settle over him. Finally, he spoke. "You have done a great service to God. We have waited centuries for this. You must retrieve the stone for me. Immediately. Tonight. You understand the stakes."
Silas knew the stakes were incalculable, and yet what the Teacher was now commanding seemed impossible. "But the church, it is a fortress. Especially at night. How will I enter?"
With the confident tone of a man of enormous influence, the Teacher explained what was to be done.
When Silas hung up the phone, his skin tingled with anticipation.
One hour, he told himself, grateful that the Teacher had given him time to carry out the necessary penance before entering a house of God. I must purge my soul of today's sins. The sins committed today had been holy in purpose. Acts of war against the enemies of God had been committed for centuries. Forgiveness was assured.

We all want to know what position you're in to be privy to this information, can you answer that? If you are a bot or ai I'd say congratulations on passing the Turing test.

Even so, Silas knew, absolution required sacrifice.
Pulling his shades, he stripped naked and knelt in the center of his room. Looking down, he examined the spiked cilice belt clamped around his thigh. All true followers of The Way wore this device—a leather strap, studded with sharp metal barbs that cut into the flesh as a perpetual reminder of Christ's suffering. The pain caused by the device also helped counteract the desires of the flesh.
Although Silas already had worn his cilice today longer than the requisite two hours, he knew today was no ordinary day. Grasping the buckle, he cinched it one notch tighter, wincing as the barbs dug deeper into his flesh. Exhaling slowly, he savored the cleansing ritual of his pain.
Pain is good, Silas whispered, repeating the sacred mantra of Father Josemaría Escrivá—the Teacher of all Teachers. Although Escrivá had died in 1975, his wisdom lived on, his words still whispered by thousands of faithful servants around the globe as they knelt on the floor and performed the sacred practice known as "corporal mortification."
Silas turned his attention now to a heavy knotted rope coiled neatly on the floor beside him. The Discipline. The knots were caked with dried blood. Eager for the purifying effects of his own agony, Silas said a quick prayer. Then, gripping one end of the rope, he closed his eyes and swung it hard over his shoulder, feeling the knots slap against his back. He whipped it over his shoulder again, slashing at his flesh. Again and again, he lashed.
Castigo corpus meum.
Finally, he felt the blood begin to flow.

CHAPTER 3
The crisp April air whipped through the open window of the Citroën ZX as it skimmed south past the Opera House and crossed Place Vendôme. In the passenger seat, Robert Langdon felt the city tear past him as he tried to clear his thoughts. His quick shower and shave had left him looking reasonably presentable but had done little to ease his anxiety. The frightening image of the curator's body remained locked in his mind.
Jacques Saunière is dead.
Langdon could not help but feel a deep sense of loss at the curator's death. Despite Saunière's reputation for being reclusive, his recognition for dedication to the arts made him an easy man to revere. His books on the secret codes hidden in the paintings of Poussin and Teniers were some of Langdon's favorite classroom texts. Tonight's meeting had been one Langdon was very much looking forward to, and he was disappointed when the curator had not shown.
Again the image of the curator's body flashed in his mind. Jacques Saunière did that to himself? Langdon turned and looked out the window, forcing the picture from his mind.
Outside, the city was just now winding down—street vendors wheeling carts of candied amandes, waiters carrying bags of garbage to the curb, a pair of late night lovers cuddling to stay warm in a
breeze scented with jasmine blossom. The Citroën navigated the chaos with authority, its dissonant two-tone siren parting the traffic like a knife.

"Le capitaine was pleased to discover you were still in Paris tonight," the agent said, speaking for the first time since they'd left the hotel. "A fortunate coincidence."
Langdon was feeling anything but fortunate, and coincidence was a concept he did not entirely trust. As someone who had spent his life exploring the hidden interconnectivity of disparate emblems and ideologies, Langdon viewed the world as a web of profoundly intertwined histories and events. The connections may be invisible, he often preached to his symbology classes at Harvard, but they are always there, buried just beneath the surface.
"I assume," Langdon said, "that the American University of Paris told you where I was staying?"
The driver shook his head. "Interpol."
Interpol, Langdon thought. Of course. He had forgotten that the seemingly innocuous request of all European hotels to see a passport at check-in was more than a quaint formality—it was the law. On any given night, all across Europe, Interpol officials could pinpoint exactly who was sleeping where. Finding Langdon at the Ritz had probably taken all of five seconds.
As the Citroën accelerated southward across the city, the illuminated profile of the Eiffel Tower appeared, shooting skyward in the distance to the right. Seeing it, Langdon thought of Vittoria, recalling their playful promise a year ago that every six months they would meet again at a different romantic spot on the globe. The Eiffel Tower, Langdon suspected, would have made their list. Sadly, he last kissed Vittoria in a noisy airport in Rome more than a year ago.

Good topic, great timing. lots of normies here from Proboscis' tweets.
If you could have normies read just one other of your past KBs, which would it be?

>The Database knows EVERYTHING about you now.
Normally I'd say this is BS, but given A5's credibility and insight, I wouldn't want to be on The Database.

So much shilling going on.

Because that's what I am.

It's connected to a few things.

1) Ball is rolling.

2) EU is rigging all elections due to the EU Army not being ready. When the EU Army is ready, country's are not going to be able to leave the EU anyways.

3) Depends.

1) Well it depends.

2) Things like that.

3) Mix

4) I've been explaining it & I might just make a thread about it

5) Not well.

6) Same was Subliminal messages are used.

7) Don't think so.

"Did you mount her?" the agent asked, looking over.
Langdon glanced up, certain he had misunderstood. "I beg your pardon?"
"She is lovely, no?" The agent motioned through the windshield toward the Eiffel Tower. "Have you mounted her?"
Langdon rolled his eyes. "No, I haven't climbed the tower." "She is the symbol of France. I think she is perfect."
Langdon nodded absently. Symbologists often remarked that France—a country renowned for machismo, womanizing, and diminutive insecure leaders like Napoleon and Pepin the Short—could not have chosen a more apt national emblem than a thousand-foot phallus.
When they reached the intersection at Rue de Rivoli, the traffic light was red, but the Citroën didn't
slow. The agent gunned the sedan across the junction and sped onto a wooded section of Rue Castiglione, which served as the northern entrance to the famed Tuileries Gardens—Paris's own version of Central Park. Most tourists mistranslated Jardins des Tuileries as relating to the thousands of tulips that bloomed here, but Tuileries was actually a literal reference to something far less romantic. This park had once been an enormous, polluted excavation pit from which Parisian contractors mined clay to manufacture the city's famous red roofing tiles—or tuiles.

>Database is all knowing & all seeing......like an Eye.

No Kevin, you're the shill. You were the shill the moment you started LARPing as an insider. How are you not dead after playing secret agent for this long?

Just make these threads come out faster will ya?

Things exist beyond the Globalists.

Have them read all of them if they can.

Also these threads get alot of "eyes" from various groups on them.

So it's not just me the shills should be worried about.