Power Comes with a Price

By Jasper Blackwood

I take a good look at my life, and I see the curse that plagues me, yup yup yup!

Don't get it wrong, this curse is not bad. This curse sets me apart from everyone else. I remember this one time Mr. Blackwood once said, Oh no, here they come again... Perhaps if I just close my eyes, all of this will go away. At the time, we laughed, but that was not my intention. My intention was deeper than that. I was dealing with those who were stuck in a reality that doesn't exist apart from themselves. If you still follow, then you are my people. And I will show you where we come from. For those who do not follow, no worries, your time to come is not as you are now, but what you will become after, " US."

REMEMBER THIS IS NOT SOME SECRET. NOT AT ALL.

Even in the "ABRAHAMIC ERA"

I bring this up to show the difference between me and you!

144,000 ALL SEALED!

You are not part of that, but the latter.

Are you still following? This is for those who are connected with...

I AM NOT!

But am i? (Above my pay grade, buddy.)

I don't concern myself with politics!

!VESTAL REIGN NO!

-( Position:47)

WAKE UP!

" Vein Lores Rest!"

13 to 29, your move!

Now that the ball is in your court, what shall one do with it?

Or do we not concern ourselves with the affairs of others?

Perhaps I sat under the rose for far too long?

I remember when Mr Blackwood stayed silent about the indiscretions of someone in particular.

They that know know.

But I do not!

So with that said, let's begin with the truth as it is.... NEUTRAL!

No two extremes here, just realities!

SHALL WE?

You don’t get to sit on Peter’s throne without paying for it.

The Vatican’s ritual of death—of timing, of announcement, of public grief—isn’t just liturgy.

It’s a contract. The man who becomes pope gives up his face to wear the mask of the Church. He becomes

more than himself, and in doing so, he forfeits the right to die like any other man.

No pope dies in silence. No pope dies by accident. They die on message.

And the message is simple: this death means something because we say it does.

That’s not necessarily evil. But it is powerful. And power, as always, has a price.

Somewhere along the way, the fragile human underneath the mitre is replaced with a

figurehead for belief. He becomes a vessel for the masses. A symbol to be framed, wept over, and

ultimately used. And when his death comes, it comes in a way that affirms the faith, cements the

doctrine, and calls the flock back in.

The Vatican’s true skill isn’t in miracles. It’s in narrative architecture. In shaping not only how a man

lives, but also how he’s remembered. And in doing so, they remind every future pope: You may live for

yourself, but you will die for the Church.

I wrote this some time ago, and yes, before the news came out. And no, this is not a vision but only the fact that now that you are watching, you will see all of the B>S unfold in the future to come. This is what we call predictability.

Keep in mind that this is only offensive to those who don't understand their beliefs correctly.

That is why I am here now to cut through with this double-edged sword. And yes, I always end up cutting myself with it, too.

Some say it's an antic I cannot shake.