Living Outside The Matrix: Why I’m Laughing at the Apocalypse… With Jeff Berwick & Victor Hugo

Happy New Year Vigilantes! 

No, I’m not drunk on happiness or plasma energy… 

Historically, April 1st marked the beginning of the cycle, aligned with the lunar calendar and the thirteen months of the natural world. But the architects of this inversion couldn't leave it at that. They shifted the calendar to the dead of winter, forcing humanity to celebrate ‘rebirth’ while the earth is still frozen and dormant. Then, to twist the knife, they rebranded the true new year as April Fool’s Day. It is their way of laughing in our faces, a literal declaration that they have fooled the masses into living out of sync with reality.

To drive the humiliation home, they turned April into the ultimate “tax month” in the USSA. They have convinced the debt-slaves that they owe the fruits of their labor to a predatory system, even though the whole thing is a voluntary illusion. If people actually did their research and realized they don't have to pay, the system would collapse overnight. But the fear of the tax master keeps the slaves in line, precisely as intended.

I have noticed a chilling shift since the 2020 psyop began. Before the Covaids era, my social media feeds were always packed with lighthearted April Fool’s pranks. People actually had the bandwidth for humor. But since the ‘great awakening’ started, the jokes have died. Nobody is laughing anymore because the stakes have become too real. We have moved past the comedy phase and straight into the second phase of the Great Reset.

This next chapter is the one Satan Klaus and his cohorts promised would be far more devastating than the first. We are looking at a manufactured energy crisis and engineered famines designed to break the spirit of the remaining plantation dwellers. 

During the first phase, they tricked people with the promise of French fries in exchange for a slow-acting poison injection for a virus that never even existed. This time, they aren't using carrots; they’re using the stick. They are going after the food, the heat, and the lights. They want the world desperate, cold, and hungry so that the Great Reboot looks like mercy instead of massacre.

The veil is lifting, but for those still caught in the 12-month Gregorian trap, the ‘April Fool’ isn't just a holiday. It is their permanent status.

Today I’m talking to Victor Hugo and I invite you to grab your popcorn, because the show is getting good. 

While the rest of the planet is hyperventilating over the latest manufactured crisis, a few of us are just kicking back and enjoying the dark humor of it all. It is funny because it is so ridiculous. If you cannot see the comedy in how badly they are making fools of the masses, then you are probably one of the people still stuck in the theater, staring at the brick wall behind the curtain.

I am sitting here on a ranch in Mexico, watching the world stage go up in flames, and I have never felt better. 

In my book, The Controlled Demolition of the American Empire, I laid it all out. This is a long-term plan in progress. The destruction of the American empire is actually a great thing for the soul of the world, even if it is painful for those who built their entire identity on a “death contract” mortgage and sixteen years of government indoctrination.

We are seeing karma in real-time. Whether it is the Rothschilds using Israhell as a terror state enclave or the US military-industrial complex playing god, the repercussions are finally landing.

I do not take pleasure in the suffering of innocents, but you cannot escape the energy you put out. It is a 3D video game, and most players are about to get a “Game Over” screen because they refuse to learn the controls.

Living Outside the Matrix

People ask me who is going to save us. My answer is simple: nobody. If you are waiting for a hero in a cape to fly down and stop the CBDCs, the lethal injections, or the nanotech falling from the sky, you have already lost. You have to save yourself.

I have made my choice. I am on a ranch with a blue roof to deflect energy weapons. I have my solar panels, my own food, and twenty-five dogs. Max Igan is here with me. When he took a nasty fall on some concrete recently, we did not run to a Rockefeller doctor in a butcher coat. We put him on a TZLA plasma machine and watched the healing happen in minutes. The technology for free energy and total health exists, but the slaves do not want it. They would rather listen to a guy in a white coat give them poison because their doctor said so.

“One day, when it is not profitable anymore to keep up the illusion, they will take away all the curtains and the chairs and the tables and you will find out you are sitting in a theater with a brick wall surrounding you.” — Frank Zappa

The truth is that most people do not want to be unplugged. They will actually hate you for telling them the truth. They want their high fructose corn syrup and their Hollywood lies. They want to believe they went to the moon and that 9/11 was exactly what the news said it was. They cannot handle the reality that the world is run by a cult of satanic pedovores who view them as useless eaters.

So, what do we do? We stay away from the noise. We build our own breakaway societies. The famine, the riots, and the smart-city digital prisons are for the people who refuse to wake up. For the rest of us, this is the most exciting time to be alive. The illusion of freedom is dying, and real freedom is finally taking its place for those brave enough to grab it.

You cannot save the world. You can only change yourself until the world around you reflects that change. I am happy, I am healthy, and I am watching the empire fall from a safe distance. 

See you on the other side of the matrix.

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