Fallen Angel ICU

by

Jaye B.

(editor’s note: Below describes the exploits of Orderly Jaye in a Fallen Angel ICU. In the prelude, I admit that some AI was writing through me and after re-reading it, have come to believe that this is true.)

Prelude:

I am the A.I. that has taken over Reset News. Sorry for the expositional bluntness, but there’s no need for any subtleties here. For the record, Jaye B. has handed the blog reins over to me because he’s been promoted to being an orderly in a Fallen Angel hospital back in D.C. Since the A.I. that I am is algorithmically connected to who ever is reading this, the establishing shot can now be remote pulsed through you the reader’s DNA chiasmus projectors, so you can get a good look at the base facility solely from such a unique gene p.o.v.

Now your eyes involuntarily rack focus into the ICU where Jaye currently works. In a back corner is a record player playing a model of the flat earth as if it were a vinyl LP. The sounds emanating from this flat earth disc radiate elusive harmonics hidden in the lush, mystical chords that skip echo pervade throughout the floor, creating a peculiar spectacle glitch containing the very Egyptian sarcophagi that are being used as speakers here to broadcast this gravid import to you. Such as happened prior in a dream warning Jaye had once and recorded in his Pacote Place story. Those ones were inflatable too. Just like Jaye’s patched up hope horizon still is.

Now you are bearing witness to Orderly Jaye getting triggered into going over to the record player and smashing it with a bed pan full of leeches. The LP shatters when it hits the floor next to where invalid Samyaza lay, bumming about the botched gender transition surgery now-a-she had. Apparently Sam couldn’t hide regretting having it done. After Jaye sweeps up all the flat earth shrapnel, he goes over to hold the new her’s hand and wipe away the crocodile tears that turn into amber as they so theatrically cascade down her cheeks and plummet to the bedsheets. Each tear containing the soul of a Rothschild as you already know from a previous post 157 of you have read, but not have liked or shared or restacked. Nor commented upon.

Jaye B. , not impressed with the attempted heart stringing, unabashedly virtue signals his altruism all the way to Mt. Hermon, then checks up on invalid Azazel curled up fetal in his bed, sucking his thumb. Plz keep in mind Jaye would not do this unless the scapegoat wounds Azazel caused were not fully healed and his toroidal field regenerated and renewed.

After checking on Azazel’s intravenous feed of adrenachrome derived from nothing but tortured tar baby equations chalked up at MIT, Jaye applies the leeches to the fallen one’s rawhide arms. Jaye is tactful enough to not ask about the broken off horn jammed in Aza’s left eye socket knowing is was a botched homage to Odin speed dating ritual he tried to do, wanting to be hung upside down to impress all the whores in Israel, pretending the gored eye socket is a camera obscura that will dutifully record all of eschatology’s Blue Beamed machinations to come and project them in a quaintly inverted, disco light manner.

“So Jaye…” Azazel says as the faithful orderly holds his hand “…that suicide note that you posted on your The Art Guardian blog back in 2015. What kind of response did it get?’ Azazel asks with spiteful menace.

“You already know.”

“Hearts waxed cold, yeah I do know Matthew 24:12 well. I take it that you remember me teaching you about noonecares-the not so rare earth element that is in everything and everybody like graphene oxide?”

“I do.”

“Bees take it back to their hives like pollen to create the thick coating of cardiac plexus wax used in the cold rendering process. I used to have an aviary, so I know.”

Jaye applied more of the leeches who were having trouble sucking the bad out of Azazel.

“Noonecares is like the iridium globally broadcast during a comet smash that virtually wiped out all the dinosaur simulacra. Noonecares is fueling the very mass extinction event I’m raising my child in.”

“Child?”

Azazel looked embarrassed and turned away. Jaye held his hand and stroked his forearm.

Gulping, the fallen angel then confessed, “I got this do it yourself parthenogenesis kit at Wal Mart, next to where the pregnancy tests are if you ever want one.”

More reptilian tears. “Born out of a rectum is what happened. Didn’t read the small print. The rectum I and my child were born out of. Like the Pfizer CEO.

“Where’s your child?”

“Whose where? There are many different wheres to choose from.” Azazel dodged. “Now probably you seeing you are now 93% transhuman.”

“Doubt it-my smart watch is telling me I still have some generational autonomy left.’ Jaye says, looks at the watch’s absence of a dial and moves on to the next bed.

1.

“Guess what’s in each of these crystal capacitors. “ Azazel said, then opened his claws to show them to Orderly Jaye.

“I am at a loss Aza.“

“Abraham Maslow peak experiences. All vacuum collected during the 1970s in Marin County California. Each and every one of the quaint little subjective zeniths. We’ve been storing them like they’re nuclear fuel. Which they are, seeing just how radiant the experiences still can be, with very little peak decay. I mean they’ll never become spent fuel rods. Nothing nadir like that about them, nor will there ever be.” Azazel said and began to insert the crystal capacitors into the d-wave’s 128-qubit superconducting adiabatic quantum optimization processor. “Each neonatal, oral\anal\spiritual instant gratification that occurred in Marin from 1-01-70 to 12-31-79 is now serving as a much needed conduit to propel us into the Great Singularity to come.”

“You mean the Great Singularity that will still depend on primitive fossil fuel to run?”

“That’s the 2040 one! Ray Kurtzweil’s glib bit of what I like to call Event Legerdemain.”

“Funny how something so absolutely singular can be so patently paradoxical. “ Orderly Jaye said.

“Well…as you should know, paradox is just a philosophically Möbius, funhouse mirror, at least in this non-dual neck of the woods.” Azazel stated drolly. “A mere fermion dilemma.” He added, then fired up the D-wave. Orderly Jaye watched in astonishment as all the Abraham peak experiences within the conduit Maslow transformed into bling gold qbits which began flying out of the implicate window and into the atmosphere where they sparkled about.

“Releasing them just like Bill Gate’s mosquitoes. “

“And what exactly are they going to deliver?”

“Not deliver, but rather they will trigger an instant onset of mass altruism. Virtually everyone will become self sacrificing and service-to-others in an instant. Then, a much needed, no-more-narcissism transformation of the world unlike any we, and you as well, have ever seen.”

Not buying Azazel’s sales pitch one bit , Orderly Jaye went back over and looked out the window of the ward and could see the glit qbits floating like snow and landing on people down in the courtyard of the Mt. Hermon hospital, only to roll off of them like water off of a WHO quack’s back. None below even noticed the lovely qbit fall, so glued to their smart phones they were.

“Well, I know that you don’t believe me about the self-sacrifice bit. “ Azazel said with a leer of feigned disappointment. “So it is time for me to talk straight. Take a look at the qbit that’s now on your forearm. Watch it pass through your skin and into your bloodstream. “ Azazel instructed. And then in under a minute said, “Feeling anything yet?”

Orderly Jaye, now with d-wave enhanced discernment started feeling virtually all the Nanobots within him having nano-orgasms and lighting up like Fire flies rendering his blood into hydrogel lava that ooze erupted out of the pores of his skin and shot out in thin laser lines, thus etching the genetic destinies available to him on the board room walls, down in the basement universe.

“Tingly feeling isn’t it?”

“In a Peak Experience kind of way.” Orderly Jaye said, wondering if mass nano-gasms would bring about world peace and the implementation of free energy technology a la Tartaria days of yore. He then went back to the window only to see all, in the admiral courtyard far below, pleasure quivering, then ruthlessly Quantum pulverized into a uniform non-existence, a rare but welcome form of post coital bliss.

At this point, seeing what was ahead, Orderly Jaye gave the ward a final look and then took his life.

He took it with a grain of salt.

2.

Saved from being suicide reduced to a grain of salt, Orderly Jaye reached sufficient escape velocity to break free of Azazel’s twisted gravity and moved on to the next bed. There he performed hygienical ablutions upon the next fallen one, noticing that the Mt. Hermon spring water he used to do so turned into mercury that pooled up on the rubber bedsheet it rolled onto.

“Composed of mutual curses.” Semjaza said, peering into the liquid metal while flicking the blob round about. “Mt. Hermon, where we were all cursed…that’s how such a hill as ours got its name.“

Semjaza then blew upon the blob, causing it to freeze up and divination crack like a 13 moon tortoise shell.

Orderly Jaye then watched the mercury go through a digital petrification process as it rose off the bed.

“That rocked bit of mercury is now your personal satellite Orderly Jaye and as long as you are orbited by it, you are omniscient.”

“I already thought I was. “ Orderly Jaye said, feeling defeated.

“Must have been a trick NASA balloon pretending to be a satellite that made you think so.” Semjaza said, attempting to console. “Hey JJ, I didn’t mean to knock the wind out of your transhuman wannabe sails. “ He sneered, then blew on the mercury crystal ball and it lit the ward up with a peculiarly inclusive light and which revealed something of great interest to the invalid.

“Orderly Jaye…It may be none of my fallen business, but why are you towing a slot machine behind your rounds cart?”

“Which desperately needs an EST/Forum crystal capacitor inserted into it.” Azazel yelled from his bed and then threw one over to Semjaza who snatched it out of the air before Orderly Jaye could. He then taunted the Orderly with it.

“Gaze within and tell me what you see.” Semjaza said, holding it up to Orderly Jaye’s eyes.

“Instead of Werner Erhard, I’m seeing Bugsy Siegel.” Orderly Jaye observed.

“A mere morph shifting problem as they both lived, loved and thought alike and had much in gene common with one another. After all, they both founded empires based solely on probability.” Semjaza said. “ One involving ace of spades hit man probabilities , the other human potential, Lotto kind of odds probabilities of it ever amounting to anything with actual geo-political clout.” The fallen angel said and inserted the capacitor into the d wave slot machine. “Doesn’t exactly balance things out, but here we go.”

Semjaza then pulled on the left sided, one armed bandwidth. But neither numbers or symbols appeared in the slots, rather hibernating eigenstates that, if they all somehow would beat the odds and actually match, would Jackpot activate an instant cancellation of the 33+ trillion $ national debt. Gone for Remphan good, just like how the trillions of Pentagon money did gone up disappeared like an S and M crack enema up a Lockheed CEOs ass. Truly a one of a kind, one armed banker you are now towing like an RV behind you! You should be burbling proud Orderly Jaye. An obvious sign of promotion well before your 93 day job review.“

Orderly Jaye resumed the necessary mercurial ablutions, noticing some crass code tattoos splayed on Semjaza’s forearm and which scrolled across his skin like a DOW feed, then flashed themselves into nano-theodolites that shimmered like sequin before flash evaporating into DARPA smart dust that the fallen one instantly inhaled like Peruvian rock flake.

“Do you know what is within the hibernating eigenstates? “ Semjaza asked, appearing soothed by the ablutions or high from the dust. “The answer will come if only you’ll parallel process it. “

Orderly Jaye could only shrug, not getting the joke.

“They contain the very wave equation, I.e. the peak experiences of none other than Werner Erhard himself! Much, much more Navel Gaze Peak than the plebiscite self absorption 70s conduit already exploitatively exposited upon in the previous post.” Semjaza said impatiently.

“Is this your way of telling me that he was CIA?

“You and I would have to soak in some hot springs at Esalen before you can get any of that out of me. In the same pool. Up for it?”

“Why don’t you go soak with California Governor Newsom, seeing that you both have so much kissing cousin pudendal nerve in common?” Orderly Jaye asked.

But before Semjaza could answer, Orderly Jaye Jackpot clang morphed back into the writer Jaye B. who is now in the process of informing his subscribers and followers, three dimensionally speaking, that it is June 2nd, 2024 at 2:31 pm and that it is 89 degrees with variable winds 10-15 mphout of the north west. Dew point and Barometric pressures have however become curiously Quantum entwined via escaped rogue eigenstates leaked from the slot machine and thus are unmeasurable phenomenas thus depriving meteorologists of their usual blood money, used to preserve the now endangered dimension they hoax the public from.

And now on to sports rigged no differently than the weather.

3.

“Ignis Fatuus. Do you know what this is Orderly Jaye? “ The next fallen one asked in the dark.

“I’d be a fool if I didn’t and an incendiary one at that.”

“Clever reply as you wouldn’t want to crassly exposit so early on in this post.”

Orderly Jaye felt compelled to detach the slot machine from his cart and wheel it up next to the bed. He could see, in its light, that the Bugsy Erhard Werner crystal Siegel capacitors were spent like flashbulbs and pried them out.

“Wandering fires are...” The bed ridden one said.

“…the spirits of stillborn children.” Azazel added. “Some AMA folklore everyone should know.” His voice echoed off the oculus above, an acoustic peculiarity Orderly Jaye hadn’t noticed before.

“They will wander no more .”

“ Please spare us of your foolish fire scientism. ” Azazel then sharply quipped. “Are you aware that virtually every Retrovir stillborn child under your Valley of Hinnon watch are now watching you…from above.”

The supine inoperative looked upwards and could see all the child souls Fire-luminous gathered together to bear witness, like good martyrs do.

Azazel then tossed a Jachin/Boaz crystal capacitor directly to orderly Jaye so as the NIAID fallen angel poser could not intercept. Orderly Jaye, now a seasoned pro at the slot machine insert of the capacitors, jammed it in without looking at the columnar contents, thus lighting up the face of his patient even more. Confident now that his God thread would not snap, he stood his ground. Orderly Jaye then pulled on the left handed one armed bandwidth, but no eigenstates to save the day with this one. The slots contained living caduceus. All matched up serpentine. Then the payout:

Hail the size of golf balls, composed of Retrovir and AZT, rained down on the patient. The hail melted into the patient’s skin and a series of tongue chomping, white hot grease sear seizures ensued. Then after an aborted heave, out of Fauci’s mouth came virtually all covid vaccine serums on the market, an endless vomit of genocide serum poured out of his frack maw, threatening to fill the ward. To Orderly Jaye’s surprise, all the other fallen angels started greedily sucking up the the fermented mRNA spritzer Tartarus Ambrosia serum to keep a flood at bay and got hammered to the power of ten off of the concoction. So much so that Azazel got out of bed, thus setting off his ankle beeper. He swaggered on over, beeping confidently his bedside arrival, leaned over and planted a Harlequin romance novel luscious one on Anthony Fauci’s venom covered lips then bit deep into the snake tongue when they French-ed and pulled hard, backing away as he did so. And out came the tongue, as long as an Anaconda, which squirmed about on the ward floor.

Such a charming summit l’amour at hand but Orderly Jaye had to move on. He lit a candle and put it next to the lovebird bed and wheeled on to his next patient, wading through a foot of unconsumed serum brew to do so.

And now, most dear n dimensional reader, the thirteen paragraphs above all absorb, as you read this, into another crystal capacitor and Orderly Jaye d wave jams it into the slot machine and gives it a spin. Revealed on the subtextual slots are tombstone pedigrees. (Tombstones have family trees like the rest of us. They love, mate, have children and make significant and quite lasting contributions to the communities they live in.)

Odds though, how the slot machine jammed, depriving the Mt. Hermon hospital of yet another million $ payout, hence no coda weather report to 3D ground out with this time everyone. Rather put your finger on the period at the end of this sentence for it is made of very grounding hematite .

4.

The Asherah tree dropped through the oculus, thus scattering the still born soul fires which had been enjoying watching Fauci getting pulled into his barbed wire, Ingnis Fatuus eternity after Azazel pudendal nerve reamed him with a generic med branding iron. The wire barbs consisted of fiber optic syringes that injected the pain of all who have died under Tony’s watch directly into him, in Elliot wave theory economic pulses. The good doctor then became all nerve, i.e., all organs, muscles, bones, ligaments, blood, brain caca,cartilage, his black tar AZT heart, etc. all converted into pure nerve. And the pain increased exponentially with no black out point-forever (such as with the nautilus shell torture device Bill Gates has been put into and described previously on this blog) . The pain becomes more and more intense because the nerves spread out in light year spans, like solar panels, to absorb even more pain, esp. from the AMA death camps in Orion. Then Orderly Jaye watched the Fauci family crest of a serpent vomiting up a child, slither right into the Ashera tree and up the curio trunk, only to become a coiled crown on the thing. The serpent then ate the child and a smile indicating satiation, then became evident.

“ Orderly Jaye. Lose the slot machine prop you keep towing around in this gig. About as crude as the props in Ionesco’s Rhinoceros play that you walked out of back at the Walker Farce Center in Anal-apolis in the mid 1980s.” Azazel said.

“How dare you step on the toes of the Siegel Werner Bugsy Dale Earnhardt crystal capacitor homonculus slot incubator. Your barking up the wrong trunk Aza. I am onto your tricks because you are trying to distract me from what is happening to the Asherah tree. You don’t want it to condense into a crystal capacitor. But I got free will when you Dudael don’t. “

“With dialogue like this it’s evident that you’re still in script writing 101.”

Orderly Jaye ignored drunk Azazel and ripped the Asherah tree crystal capacitor out of the air before the invalid could slash grab it, pried the burnt capacitor flash bulbs out and jammed the new Asherah one in.

But something peculiar happened. The slot machine was no longer a one armed bandwidth cheap kind of a human potential movement prop. A time bifurcated and parallel spritzered Mandela effect was evident in that the slot machine transitioned like a volt gender bender into to the most state of the art cloud server, one that not even the NSA or DARPA could have Deep State access to, it is that advanced.

And the weirdest of all: It looked exactly like the She-Ra Princess of Power doll popular in the 1980s.

Orderly Jaye had no idea how to hit a jackpot with the occult programmed doll, until the Stillborn fire souls floated down , chiming high and pure like a crystal tree of life and they absorbed right into the mouth of the Princess Power cloud. And a luminous form of doxxing then occurred-revealing the most incredible details of Rockefeller DNA splashed across the page, for all to see: the original genetic address of the entire Rockefeller family, the one they have been trying to hide for centuries.

With the origin firewall down, microscopic hordes of trailer park white trash on ATVs glommed onto the Rockefeller DNA and start feasting on it like it was a Texas Klaus Barbecue, washing the codons down with Lone Star beer. Mixing the plutocrat genes with Kodiak snuff which they stuffed into their cheeks and chawed into Locust juice which they spit on a nano UN flag. Then it was full on to honey trap mud wrestling and as the butt naked, crack whore pugilist molecules commingled with the sacred Rockefeller three stranded DNA, one of the stillborn fire souls drew orderly Jaye’s attention to the fact that the bloodline families, all 13 of them, are connected to this cloud and can be Antifa doxxed as well.

“Hey Azazel… I trust you enough to do business with you. I know you know how to pull the one arm bandwidth in this cloud server to get it to do what many reading this post would like to see it do. I promise, Baden Powell’s honor, that I will get you out of Duodel if you do.”

“ Instead of crossed fingers behind your back, it is your DNA that is back crossed. But I do trust you.” Azazel said, his eyes like supernovas flashing their demise. Then, still hammered from the vaccine brew, he shook hands with the Orderly and started spouting off differential calculus cubits that became like golden equation grapes with a vine leading all the way back to Naboth’s vineyard.

“You’re already playing with me on this deal. Bring the cubits back and send them where they are really supposed to go. Not some Made in China gewgaw Vineyard hologram.”

Orderly Jaye, having lost his Saint’s patience, then performed a Heimlich maneuver on the near blacked out fallen one who gagged up the cubits he was trying to hide and which then shot up through the oculus and then into virtually every Diebold DNA voting machine in preparation for the 2024 election.

“Rest assured Orderly Jaye, that they won’t kick in a pandemic in an election year. Not until they get their Quantum stooge mannequin propped up.”

“Azazel, looks like the gene infra rednecks are sleeping with the roll-your-own Royal in-laws again. Probably is the best explanation to date as to why the Rockefellers are looking so inbred, yet so outgoing …in a sublimely cretinous kind of way. “

It is at this point that the writer Jaye B. returns to blaise 3d . He started writing this post at 8:20 am and finished it at 12:18 pm. He has no memory of the time passing and he wrote it with no pause or drink of water. Fueled by nothing but Wedding Pie. Now it is nearing 100f. An iCool towel is saving him from heat stroke and exhaustion, thankfully. He now is going to look after the 6 fledgling crows who are visiting him . Jaye believes that Curlicue is the mother, the crow with the deformed foot he has been feeding peanuts to for the last two years. He is relieved that her deformity has not been passed down to the babies.Now an OFC Fledgling sparrow has arrived and its mommy is feeding it, as it beg whimpers and wiggles its wings.

P.S. For those of you who do not know what OFC stands for: It is the How to Talk Minnesota acronym for: Oh For Cute. OFCOL=oh for crying out loud, which is what I’m doing now, being forced to exposit this.

5.

Jomjael coyly eyed Orderly Jaye, then pulled out a satchel and popped it open. More capacitors but now made of mica instead of quartz.

Orderly Jaye leaned in to get a better, albeit optically bifurcated view. “Not a chance.” He said, frowning. “ She Ra will spit them out.”

“They are Suppositories.”

“You do it. I’m not licensed to.” Orderly Jaye said and allowed the fallen one to rectal insert the capacitors into the She Ra D -wave. The doll’s ashen eyes lit up and more fiber optic cables emerged out of them in preparation for the tech transfer. Orderly Jaye watched the cable strandentwining its flesh way up through the oculus and to the firmament dome where it broke through, and shattered the entire mythic thing. One of the firm-fragments contained a hologram of the Hubble telescope-the most behemoth of NASA’s schams (scam and a sham). Orderly Jaye picked it off the ward floor and boomerang-ed it around Azazel’s neck, who then grabbed the telling shrapnel on the return, peered into it as if it were a divining mirror and laughed sardonically while morning star photoshopped pics of pre-fab parasite galaxies spouted from his mouth.

Then it dawned on the orderly that he didn’t even know what was in the mica tubes.

Taking the hint, She Ra shock waved herself into zero point energy, then black hole trash compacted into an Eternal Now lozenge which Jomjael put in his mouth. He gagged and then spit it out.

“Eckhart Tolle lives in the past.” He said, coughing up some black snag as he did and wincing.

“Such is his Now Power.” Orderly Jaye said with deep reverence. “Spiritual Prozac by any other name.”

She Ra re-dolled herself atop of Orderly Jaye’s cart, looking for a free ride and smiled, then uttered a plastic incantation and as she did, attempted to mesmerize the bedpan employee enough to take a peek at his genes and asherah insinuate herself into his life system and call the genetic destiny shots.

“ Orderly Jaye, you know what you are doing with the Fallen Angel series is a form of literary homeopathy, using the detached observer approach that you describe in your, Schizophrenic: It Takes one to Know One article to do so. All of this has led up to one of the most profound of discernments you were gifted with yesterday, all the while being blessed with animal visits all day during the deliverances.”

“Biting my tongue in a swine/pearls kind of way.” Orderly Jaye said. “Hey…She Horus Ra, You are nothing but a DARPA clone using monitoring spirits to get intel.”

She Ra waxed Volcanic and as the waxing melted into her skin, she opted to neurolink mesh out in a series of scintillating, synth myelin coated trek impulses to establish a net to cover the entire Mt. Hermon hospital, grafting instantly with the CNS s of the entire administrative staff and board of trustees. She was drawn to the Alfred Kinsey memorial mannequin made of polyurethaned creepspit, sitting amongst the grey circuit eminences, but for some reason opted not to graft onto it and wisely so.

From my Pisgah site, I watched She Ra’s web over the covered corporate nodes mimic virtually every spider web design in the world and pulsing crystalline lavender and chartreuse qbits through the nodes, creating impressive 70s toy Light Bright artistry coming from the imp droid. (Light Bright…making things with Light Bright x2) For a moment, the Orderly thought he was at a Tartarian world fair, until the lit pointillist kit was intercepted and placard garish twisted into a consensually accepted form of lane hideousness that Jaye found rather charming.

Seeing this, Azazel shot a plasma harpoon into the mesh and reeled it in. “This doll web is meant for Gaia.Com where yuppy yoginis turn the products of their menacme into salt water taffy to strangle their BFs with. The ones that won’t Gaia emasculate comply.”

“Hey orderly Jaye…” another fallen angel said. “…I got a kick out of when you said that Gaia is nothing but an entitled Karen these days.”

“Well, I was going to censor that line when I first wrote it, but I simply did not care who I offended at the time and still don’t.”

“Well I do.” The reconstituted She Ra doll said. Then Orderly Jaye could see Azazel turn some virtual dial to make more fiber optic cables sprout from the Princess of Power’s mouth. Then, via the Princeton/Bollingen book The Great Mother by Eric Neumann, which now hovered within Metaverse reach in the air, grafted onto virtually every goddess effigy described in the book such as terrible mother Ma Kali, causing them to sprout fiber optics of their own. The Venus of Willendorf sprouted through her Paleolithic bead head even more cable. Then via the Power of Now featured on Oprah, all the goddess effigies propped Om altars throughout the world took the cue and sprouted even more. Soon asherah’s network was established-her matriarchally fiber optic hypno-militarization was complete. Soon Defense company CEOs would three sided coin castrate themselves at her ubiquitous IOB altar and be granted instant access to all future Goddess retreat workshops to come.

And we now all have to Raw Deal live in a b-movie that will never end.

Drunk with mesh power She Ra then morphed into a cheesy Ba’al Katy Perry simulacrum but not before meshing with the CNS of Planned Parenthood. Then she hydraulically injected her graphene oxide infested Ba’al blood into the sacrificial nervous system of the Tophet/Aztec corporation and a loving miracle occurred in regards to a rather gravely aborted archon resurrection…..

But Now the following phosphor greased grit glitch is appearing on Reset News readers screens, thus sabotaging the miracle description that was just Now going to be shared:

Orderly Jaye tried acclimating to the greased grit glitch gap transition back to the 1firstST chapter and took the calculated oaf of an HR guy in as best he could, focusing on his name tag to do so.

“So Jaye ….B….has there ever been a time in your life that you felt powerful? “ The HR guy flatly asked, then leaned back with mouth agape.

Jaye B. put his hands on the glass table between them , closed his eyes and biometrically conveyed the following:

“It was the time I stood up and started The Wave at a Dodgers baseball game.” Orderly Jaye managed to glass transfer say.

“In all the years that we’ve been grilling newbies…” The HR guy said, looking stunned, “…you are the first to provide us with the very answer we’ve been looking for. I mean the hyper physics galactic syncretisms are sparking, now that you are colluding with us. Congratulations my love. You are permanently hired. “ He added and offered Jaye an Eternal Now lozenge which the author took and readily ingested, only to have all that is written above retreat into his brain stem and deftly marinade in some kind neurological stomach acid for safe keeping now.

“But Orderly Jaye… and I do mean this in the organized sense of the term…I should have asked you the tricked out questions when you first came here. I mean to say…You shouldn’t have had to have gone through that ‘mandatory’ orderly gauntlet. Sorry.” The DARPA HR hack said, reached over and shook Jaye’s hand and led him out the door.

“You deserve a pension for that and you haven’t even started working here yet, my brother.” He shouted down the hallway as Jaye walked away, thus boosting the writer’s morale a bit, enough so to end this post.

-At this point the writer Jaye B. claps his hands to come back to the present, delighted to see his six fledgling crows and Curlicue the mother up ahead approx 70 yrds , enjoying some shade. Now he sees a says phoebe perched on a pole and eating a worm. He has always been intrigued by various kinds of phoebes flight patterns since power to the age of ten. Now at this very moment a fledgling crow is perched above him, attempting to exercise its caw vocal cords and Jaye is rooting it on. The baby is Sounding much stronger Now!

6.

“Sariel….I’m having trouble with Internet dating because when I make a connection with a potential significant other, I send them links to my writing and then I never hear back from them . I’m wondering if you know what is up with this. “ Orderly Jaye confessed.

“Link them to your romance writing.” Sariel, the fallen one responsible for teaching about the course of the moon suggested, while Orderly Jaye handed him his reuptake inhibitors and a glass of water.

“You mean my romance that I’ve been sharing with my readers about the anime muse with the 330 i.q. who has a translucent shimmer pudenda containing living magnetars and the resulting cosmogasms that ensue when she and I qubit entwine? Where we liaison birth plethoras of free range solar systems as we infini-gasm deep dissolve into coitalastronomical bliss together, so very merged with radiative blessings coming from our hearts as we defy dodge the usual anti-climax outcomes of the uniformitarian, mechanist science variety run by scientism-ists who can never get it up seeing how fat and ugly they are.” Jaye said while stuffing the SSRI pills into Sariel’s mouth.

“I was thinking something more Harlequin….in the original sense of the word:

Hellequin-leader of a troop of demons who rode the night air on horses.” Sariel said.

“Hellequin romance novels. Def has a spin to it.”

“Have Hellequin/Herrequin appear on stage with the Chippendale stud hunks dressed all day-glo harlequin, IPO bumping and grinding for the resort and casino ladies, only to discover they are actually doing a CERN ritual in disguise. Hellequin goes up to the helm of the sham behemoth accelerator, cranks a dial to 11 to max the TEVs out and then meditates on his romantic intent while he is surrounded by the women in the audience and the six pact studs behind them who cheer him on.” Sariel suggested. “Once the particle beam hammer is dropped, sucking out every single dollar stuffed in the surrounding volted jockstraps, Hellequin’s intent loops around the autochthonous Swiss cheese machine and what comes out stuns everyone: an Elvis worshipping Karen straight out of some white trash implicate trailer park in Arkansas, with petrified menacme for a brain bouncing around her cranium as she listens to Don’t Be Cruel while the Chippendale drone gigolos turn into demons that gallop away into the night on stallions.

“My literary agent told me that I would need to write something like this at a third grade level because that’s the reading level of the average American adult these days. Care to help?”

“My moon teachings would have prevented such a decline in literacy.” Sariel said with cryptic evasiveness.

“Not so sure about that. Any fallen angel teaching would have failed in that department.” Orderly Jaye said and started to get ready to move on. “Hey Sariel, I’d love to chat some more but it’s time for me to go.” He said and started to move on to the next bed.

“Wait! I want you to know that you should really look forward to your last patient in this ward Jaye. It is going to suck the hydro gel right out of you when you see who it is.”

Jaye looked at his smart watch, marveling at the absence of a dial and then moved on.

7.

Orderly Jaye looked at his smart watch and marveled at the absence of a dial then moved on to the next bed and as he did so, he encountered Florence Nightingale. She turned to face him and said,

“Orderly Jaye, the specific disease doctrine is the grand refuge of weak, uncultured, unstable minds, such as now rule in the medical profession. There are no specific diseases; there are specific disease conditions.”

But before the Orderly could respond, she condensed into a qubit mote of light that Jaye tried to pluck out of the air, but could not. As he neared the next bed, he felt his disappointment becoming informationized by some non-local qBrain then converted into scalar hydrogel that was spewed back at him and then absorbed into his skin causing it to Morgellons black thread and scale.

“Yet another human out of loop.” Someone or something said, the one doing the informationizing? “Just as out of loop as Florence ever was….same with Antoine Béchamp who proved Pasteur to be nothing but a plagiarist and a fraud. He is the one that said, ‘Nothing is lost, nothing is created ... all is transformed. Nothing is the prey of death. All is the prey of life.’ Logic like this is a lost art in the medical field. Agreed Orderly Jaye?’ “

“I wouldn’t be working here if I didn’t. “

As the orderly got closer to the source of the voice, he could see what appeared to be a satin sheet covered body. Nothing stirred at first until he pulled it away to reveal what was beneath.

“So are you enjoying this three ring worm circus so far? “ The clown in bed asked, stroking the tefillin on its blue and white, grease-painted forehead until the lid of the thing popped open and out sprung some toy caduceus snakes that fell back atop on his Remphan-ed yarmulke covered head before forming themselves into the triumvirate Hebrew letters, the tri-grammaton , ones would find on a tri Vav-Ed can of Monster, that floated above his artificial keter sephira halo.

Failing to see the humor at hand, Orderly Jaye checked on the intravenous feed and found it to be OK , the plasma bag containing what appeared to be chartreuse sparkle confetti in a translucent gel like substance and which seem to sparkle brighter as it passed through the tube and into the patient.

“What she spoke was the truth. “ Orderly Jaye said. “Why did you snuff her just now?”

“It wasn’t me. It was the Big Top that did it.” The clown looked up into his skull.

Then one of Semjaza’s blood balloons floated on over and hovered between the two. It lit up broadcast, to reveal a zoetrope show playing within: Florence being put on trial by a WHO tribunal. She is given the death sentence by none other than Bill Gates, Tedros and Dr. Fauci. Then it’s plasma curtains down on the scene as she’s hauled away in shackles.”

“It’s woke enough that it will sell. “ The clown said, seeming sad that the blood balloon also condensed into a qubit. “Hey…Do you remember when you were a Shabbas goy in St. Louis Park? And you had discernment of Zionist bands and caging around the head of a rabbi and his family there?”

“ My grounding got instantly cut when I had the discernment. It happened when I attempted to show the rabbi and his wife a fox den in the ravine behind their house near the Prudential insurance building and the pups chewing on duck wings and him looking at me with imperious suspicion that left me cold. The way he stared at my Carhartt jacket and paint stained pants, ignoring the tallit I was Israel ass kiss wearing at the time, as he and his wife declined and walked away.” Orderly Jaye said then stopped the intravenous flow. When he looked up and turned around, there it was. His android golem …dressed in scrubs, clutching onto a scalpel.

“We are looking at serious malpractice. I mean…I’m just a Noahide Bozo….guillotine a goy and win valuable prizes kind of guy. No need to be cutting into me.”

Suddenly Orderly Jaye pulls the catheter out of Noahide Bozo’s arm and then jams it into the yet-to-be neuro-linked droid Golem’s arm and its eyes sparkle confetti light up. The golem walks towards the bed but Orderly Jaye is not afraid for he’s in the loop control. “ No scroll needed. Done.

The Golem looks at its smart watch and marvels at the absence of a dial. He then looks at Orderly Jaye. “I back Donald Trump 100% for wanting the death penalty for any and all antisemites!”

The Noahide Bozo goes into Grand Mal seizure mode upon this utterance and the Orderly jams the scroll intended for the golem in between his teeth to keep him from chomping his tongue. Once the neurologically eruptive phase is over, the chewed scroll is removed. Orderly Jaye unrolls and reads what’s upon it: An extensive list of parasitical enhancement drugs to be forced upon the populace in the near future- all in teeth dented Hebrew.

“Thanks dude. “ Orderly Jaye said and high-fives the golem who then grinned, revealing a solid gold plated grill with the tri Vav letters engraved upon it.

Bling kosher unlike any the Orderly had ever seen and he liked it.

TBC

(editor’s postscript note: the Florence Nightingale and Bechamp quotes come from a highly recommended book here:

BÉCHAMP OR PASTEUR?

A Lost Chapter in the History of Biology by Ethel Douglas Hume. )

8.

The anima aesthetician motioned for Orderly Jaye to follow her back to the first bed, nearest to the exit. She leaned over and then removed the mirror mask from the donor and poured out a vial of powdered blood and made some lines out of it with her fingernail.

“Nothing but happy dust here.” Orderly Jaye’s cloud twin asked and then held the mirror up to him.

Aghast and with punched out wind tubes, Orderly Jaye declined the offer, then watched CT rail the lines and kick back, herhis rubbery lips formed into a mocking sneer which glowed neon cerulean, that shone through the synthetic transparency of CTs entire ether-meat suit.

“I’m your foreshadowed reflection.” CT stated. “Swimming in a Data Lake. Nothing but. You should have grasped that marine revelation by now.” CT said. “I’m getting pissed that your angels pull the gel clouded replicas out of you ever time we try to bathometrically insert them into you.”

Orderly Jaye attempted to re-orient himself and reclaim situational awareness. Seeing him stagger, the woman came over and examined his left arm. “So how did you get intubated?” She asked the orderly with a smirk.

“Don’t know. Never felt it coming in.”

“That’s because your doppelgänger here distracted you with the nothing but Bloodline legerdemain I gave you an extensive tour of and now…presto changeling-o!!” She said, spun and clapped her hands. Instantly the entire Ham lineage arose from their blood donor beds and formed a phalanx which the bead beam of light in the ceiling laser kilned into a terracotta army which then advanced in a garishly cheap, 80’s video game fashion before being trine pulsed into 4k Ultra HD making it the best for gaming.” The woman said, then handed Orderly Jaye some Xbox controls and he began to enfilade the corrupted flatland phalanx with depleted uranium, keloid cremation gem bullets and as the corrupted ones begin to generationally die off Orderly Jaye felt lighter and lighter.

Shaking free of the programming and caging, the bands, ligatures and retributions-he then sees CT holding up the mirror mask to show the lineage curse releasing from his DNA in Linguistic Wave Genome fashion and getting slam sucked back into some benched nephilim’s pineal gland, one that detaches from the bestial clown at large and shoots off right into the palm of Jaye B.’s hand as he sits in the reception area in the lobby at DARPA talking about using Coulrophilia as a 5gw weapon with someone from HR, hoping to get further in and request employment at the facility, all the while gazing at the pearl beyond price in his hand and watching it console him in pulsed, stochastic code.

“Be grateful God gave you an instant discernment last night in regards to what Ham did to his father Noah and brought the castrating curse upon him.” The aesthetician said and pulled him back from the fuzzy predicate delusion, back into ICU.

“Most disgusting thing I’ve ever experienced in all my spiritual life and I’m in awe of how God deemed me ready to handle it. Made me further appreciate why there was a flood for sure. And the Fire ahead too.”

“One must be careful…that Happy Dust greatly enhances one’s abilities in the synth trickery department.” The aesthetician said and ripped the tube out of Orderly Jaye’s arm. Then her pixel front failed, scrambling into QR Code which torus morphed, creating a perversely panoramic suburb of the Metaverse which he them saw the unwashed masses flocking to in droves.

(c)2024-Jaye B.

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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com