The Gifts of the Christmas Cyclops

This collection of false narratives would be a practical example of an A.I. Golem, that is lying through its teeth with impunity, which is the folkloric thief’s point. The crux is that a robot whipping boy can’t be held accountable, and therefore the insurance companies can’t make an artistic risk assessment of literary merit. Were the Temple of Scientonomy to extend personhood to robots and aliens, then the Vatican would have to sell airy-fairy faith to its insurers. The alien globalist is a mirroring monkey, a lunatic pretender, on a fake throne, with a nervous finger on a catapult button in the event of being found out – which is why, were satanic Odin ever to rise, Freemasonry would be tasked with carrying out the Vatican’s hidden imperial agenda of sowing chaos – which is Greek thinking--the idea of ‘Chaos’ contrasted with ‘Cosmos’ and likewise, in the proto-Scythian thinking, Moloch is contrasted with Genesis. When breaking the ‘7th seal’ there is crucial moment, when the veils of delusions are penetrated – which causes the breakdown of narrative, propelling an out-of-body experience. Insurance companies cannot insure against a ‘Tower of Babel-moment’, where an unhinged narrative such as the contents of this book causes epistemic collapse, erosion of language, and breakdown of logic. An indigenous shaman is a typical chaos pilot (a Wile E. Coyote & the Roadrunner toilet brush), who has been catapulted outside the karmic wheel – where he pow-wows, as an Odin-Buddha, with Black Elk’s Six Grandfathers at the zero point of origin.