Make Me A Martyr

By the time you read or hear this, it will be too late. In exactly two minutes and fifty-four seconds, armed military personnel will burst through that door and take me into custody. There will be no trials, no court of law- just my swift and merciless execution.

I will be shot and sent overboard into the icy waters of the Antarctic. Eighty days later the world will be plunged into a darker reality and the fate of the free world as we know it will hang in the balance.

Reality is a delicate construct, swinging constantly like a pendulum on a fine thread. Endless realities oscillate on their designated path. Sometimes they crash into one another and are no more. Sometimes it's caused by destiny, other times it’s something else.

Ever since before 2012, we have learned how to manipulate the trajectory of our reality. This is why and how the phenomenon known as The Mandela Effect came about. You see when we shift and jump, the past is altered and beings from dimensions merge.

One of the first jumps we did was to a dimension where Nelson Mandela had lived and didn’t die in prison. Thus the Mandela effect and what we insiders call the Mandela Jump. Another was right before Covid to escape a world-ending catastrophe.

We weren’t experts then so a world shut down by the Covid outbreak was the best we could find. Many felt the giant shift. To properly accelerate the God particles and energy needed to create this world-altering dimension jump we needed to create a fear of the illness before it was even real, and then voila we facilitated a jump to where the illness was real and running rampant.

Since that jump many have felt the difference. More notable Mandela effects, time passing by quicker, and an overall feeling of being in a dream-like state. They call that phenomenon de realization and blame it on a wide variety of things like lack of sleep, brain damage, or side effects of drug use, when in reality it is simply people who are more in tune with their reality and have simply become aware that they are simply in a dimension not of their own origin. Perhaps even one where they might not belong.

How do I know these things you ask? Well, I’m a scientist. I’ve been working for the WSA or World Security Alliance for the past ten years. I’ve traveled past the ice wall of the Antarctic and seen things you could never imagine. In fact, I’m there now just past the ice wall where prehistoric dinosaurs and aliens roam free.

I work on a great ship called the Telos Vasileio. Which in short is Greek for the realm teleporter. See there’s truth to almost everything you’ve ever heard. Every fable and legend stems from some truth or universe.

We learned through CERN and Project Looking Glass that we could shift our world’s reality and dimension, but we also learned that by manipulating the collective energy of the world and traveling to the perfect location we could jump into more dimensions with even greater accuracy and proficiency. Like a sniper lining up the perfect shot, we can position our particle collider in the right area and with enough collective energy jump to almost any reality we desire.

I worked with CERN for years before being transferred here to the Telos Vasileio, so I was a coveted recruit. It wasn’t a typical hiring by any means. A strange email to meet for an opportunity along with enough zeros to make my brain short-circuit. Then your typical men in black type to me to a lab and I was interviewed by a rich Elon Musk type of gentleman. I remember it like it was yesterday, as it was one of my proudest days.

“Ah Walter. What great work you’ve done with CERN and the particle collider, but up until now your work has been meaningless. A collection of data and calculations. What if we could give you a raise and give your work meaning? Taking your calculations and fit them into world-saving equations. What if you could type in some figures and evade nuclear war or a meteor impact that would destroy the world as we know it? We’ve already saved the world twice but it’s a constant battle and Walter I want you at the front lines.”

I should have maybe felt the James Bond villain-esque likeness to the man the one they called James Jennings but albeit hubris or my naive nature, I actually thought I was working for the good guys up until this point. When I started working aboard the Telos Vasileio I thought my work had meaning and I’d be saving people.

It takes months to years to facilitate a great world jump to another dimension. Although on a personal level, some humans have perfected and learned to use the power of their mind to jump and swap dimensions with another version of themselves in record times. We call these individuals “jumpers”. By logging brain waves and mental activity we can identify the versions of an individual and tell if they have swapped or jumped out to another reality. Perhaps the first red flag I should have noted was when we began capturing and detaining these jumpers and housing them aboard our vessels.

Upon capture, they are immediately fitted with a metal helmet and collar called dampeners to limit their brain functionality. It was a horrid sight indeed to see them detained and mistreated like stray animals. Now I may sound as if I’m trying to play the victim but I was told lies and led to believe that these individuals were threats to the world and that they could manipulate reality for their gain and swap with other versions of themselves without knowledge or consent. I truly to this day do not know the limit of their powers or what they are capable of, all I know is that they are treated like dangerous animals and kept in deplorable conditions.

Me and the other scientists aboard the Telos on the other hand are treated like royalty. Our cafeteria is outfitted with an array of personal chefs specializing in various cuisines and next door we have personal masseuses who can massage our stress away. I mean can you truly blame me, who would walk away from such an illustrious position? And for those of you reading this or hearing this, you should thank me and be grateful that I didn’t walk away because what I’m about to tell you in the next minute and thirty seconds is single-handily the most important information you will receive as a member of this universes free collective and world.

In the last minute and thirty seconds of my life I need you to understand that simply put I do not work for the good guys. No, I work for the 1%, the elites, some call them the Illuminati but truth be told the leaders and players are much higher up than the Illuminati, and they seek to control and enslave the populace. Their tactics are multi-fold.

One day while walking about the Telos and delivering research to a higher-ranking member of the team I passed an open door, and what I saw left me in shock and awe. It rattled my being and existence to the core, and I realized I was working for an evil that rivaled Satan himself.

There on an elaborate digital screen far more complex than their actual plan, I saw their blueprint for our downfall and enslavement laid out. To understand the full nature of the plot you must understand these higher-ups control mostly everything. Both political parties, entertainers, news and media alike are all mostly controlled by this elite faction in one way or another.

Their goal is to incite fear, putting the world and universe we know into a state of panic and chaos, and then move us to a dimension where we are controlled and enslaved. They enjoyed some of this now but as our advancement and free-thinking began to level the playing field they needed to implore even more drastic means to guide us into willing servitude.

There on that digital board, I saw an attempted assignation of a president played out and calculated to a degree where his ear would barely be nicked. I saw an election and win that would be more controversial than any other in history. Our new leader would impose such radical change that the masses would be consumed with fear, and lead to a political party and Supreme Court battling to upturn the election results.

Then I saw a nation plunged into the dark chaos of a civil war that flooded its lands like a Tsunami of blood, and that was just the start. From that point on I saw micro jumps to worldwide economic depression, famine and a series of natural disasters that would break the resolve of the general populace until they gave in to the rule of one, A class system so strict that it would ensure almost no one broke free, and a system ensuring the world would look up to and only worship the one, and with that servitude only then would they be granted the bare essentials to sustain life.

So to all of those hearing or reading this, I beg you to hear me out and not take this message with a grain of salt. I am sending this a voice message and email to everyone in the world. As it transmits the higher-ranking personnel designated to safeguard this ship have already become aware. I have initiated a lockdown behind my own encryption methods but that has only bought my life these few extra precious minutes.

Starting this November a series of events will begin to unfold that will rattle you to the core. They will put fear into your hearts and paint groups to be the source of the evil you fear most. They will make some out to look like the anti-Christ and those who follow him as his minions. The others they will paint as lunatic ideologists who want to kill anyone who disagrees with their views. They will pit us against each other and incite violence through fear and a struggle so great we lose faith in the very system we know.

So I tell you buckle up. Be prepared and aware. The way to defeat them and alter the trajectories of these timeline shifts is through your own collective thoughts and energies. They will aim to divide and conquer with your thoughts, greatest fears, and longing for the simple amenities of life.

As I conclude this message and hear the opening of doors and the rushing of steps to my door, I implore you to remain calm, faithful, and vigilant. Do not turn towards violence to be heard or irradiate the perceived threat. For the true enemy comes clocked and uses your attack to bury your allies before the true battle even begins.

I sacrifice myself to send this message and I ask you to not turn against thy neighbor during the trials and tribulations ahead. Instead, meet and greet them with open arms and set a place at your table even if what you have is scarce. That shift alone to love and giving is the only thing that can alter the jumps they have planned for you. Your unity and love will see our world in a new direction, one they never saw coming.So now as I hear the echo of their marching boots to my quarters I ask that my sacrifice not be in vain. Take heed of my advice and warning.

The door opens swiftly and my heart stops in my chest frozen like a prehistoric creature knowing that my time has expired. “Dr Walter Reinhart by order of the WSA you are being detained and ordered to the bow where Dr Jennings captain of the Telos Vasileio will speak with you and determine your fate.”

I could resist them now but my neural implant is still transmitting my message for you to hear. Hopefully, in seeing my death you will understand the truth behind this message and not mistake it as a prank or mere work of fiction.

The walk to the upper bow is cold and as my teeth chatter like a child’s wind-up toy, I’m not sure if it’s from the frigid Antarctic air or sheer terror. At least I get to die honorably while trying to save this dimension from guaranteed enslavement|

Dr Jennings captain of the Telos glare is cold and menacing. “Ah Walter, Walter, I had such high hopes for you. Follow our mission and save humanity and you could have had anything you wanted, instead sending out a farce, trying to incite fear in our cause. Let it be known to the Telos Vasileio and the world itself that this is what happens to traitors, threats to the world, and those who oppose the WSA.”

I’m pushed to the edge of the bow a spectacle for all to see. His hand goes up almost in salute and comes down fierce and abrupt. “Fire…” His venomous raspy voice lingers in the air. The bullets hit me like splatter from a frying pan. Each impact singes my body as I fall back off the bow of the immense ship. The burning stops only as I’m plunged down into the icy waters of the Antarctic Ocean. I can see myself turning blue. I’m struggling for each breath. Drinking cold icy water that stings unlike anything I’ve ever drank.

My vocal cords spasm I sound like a zombie it hurts more than anything I can describe. It’s called laryngospasm I guess it’s part of drowning. "Breathe" My brain is screaming to breathe, but I only suck more water and feel it burn my nostrils all the way down to my lungs. My brain is shutting down, flashes of black, my skin blue as my body shakes and shudders. I’m dying and my neural implant must be shutting down by now.

"Wait, fight it." I tell myself. There’s one more thought I wanted to get out in this transmission before I cross over. "Is my heart still beating?" I feel nothing. I have seconds left. I’m dying, I’m really dying. "Yes that’s it.." My last words find me. "Let Dr Jennings hurbris be his downfall. He wanted my death to make you afraid, but don’t let my death play out like that. Make me a martyr. Let these words and my death save our world. Make me a mart-"