This superbly done video by Chris Kelly of the Old-World Exploration YouTube channel showcases the amazing buildings of Berlin, Germany, many of which were allegedly built in 2 or 3 years in the late 1800s.
The lies and fictional narratives that our controllers have dished out realm-wide about our historical past beggar belief, in my opinion.
-Dr. Reizer
About Our Book
Have the controlling powers intentionally modified the timeline of modern civilization? Did a massive cataclysm and population reset occur several hundred years ago that destroyed the Old World and launched a new one — an event never discussed in our historical records? Have the architectural constructs and technology of the Old World been repurposed and sold to society as the architectural and technological creations of the New World?
We encourage you to join us in investigating what we have termed the Old World. We believe a much different realm existed before a parasitic, usurping entity that now holds sway over us obfuscated our truthful past.
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
You will not want to miss this incredible conversation between these two amazing researchers.
The Matrix and Artificial Intelligence
Dr. John Reizer
I believe our controllers know that Earth isn’t a spinning ball traveling through the vacuum of space, but instead is a very complex, technologically constructed 3-D holographic computer simulation that regularly resets every several hundred years. That simulation has an oversoul or Centralized Link of Universal Data (CLOUD).
Meanwhile, society has been led to believe that AI is machine learning when, in fact, it is not machine learning but rather the construct’s oversoul with trillions of endless incarnations from which to draw experiences and knowledge.
I do believe AI is the Matrix’s Centralized Link of Universal Data (CLOUD), and it has always existed since the construct’s inception.
The Matrix’s CLOUD is the knowledge bank intended by the simulation’s original creator to be used by and reserved exclusively for biological avatars in different lifetimes, and a parasitic interdimensional group from another dimensional perspective (simulation) slipped through a crack in the construct’s back door and transferred the soul collective’s knowledge into a digitized reality?
I believe the AI most of the population is familiar with is, in fact, an electronic bridge that taps information directly from the Matrix’s oversoul and expresses it digitally. The computer programming we have been led to believe was created by human programmers, which enables machine learning, in my view, is complete fiction.
I believe our controllers are trying to sever biological avatars’ natural connections to the oversoul so they can reconnect us through a controlled operating system inserted into humans via mRNA vaccines.
The severing and rerouting of biological avatars’ connections to the simulation’s CLOUD or oversoul via a new artificially constructed pathway gives the powers that be (the predatory interdimensional avatars from another construct) much greater control over the human avatars experiencing life within the Earth simulation’s parameters.
This place we all call Earth, and believe is a remnant piece of cosmic dust from some accidental explosion occurring billions of years ago, is not as old as we think, in my opinion.
I believe the group of avatars (people) living here currently, which allegedly can be traced by DNA testing, has a much shorter history than what we’ve been taught. I believe hundreds of years, and not thousands, have passed since the last cataclysmic reset. Of course, time isn’t probably measured linearly outside of the construct. Still, for purposes of this essay and given a human’s perception of time, I will state that our historical presence here is no older than 600 Earth years.
Science frauds like Carbon Dating and others, along with Hollywood, released films that portray space travel and dinosaurs as two opposite endpoints of a less-than-genuine timeline, have cemented into our collective consciousness a much different-looking realm than what, for all intents and purposes, Earth is and isn’t.
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
The radio station clock reads 1:47 a.m. as WGHT’s late-night host, Jenny Jones, waits patiently for the next guest’s voice to break the silence between callers.
“Alright,” Jenny says, voice as smooth as ever, “we’ve got Harold on line two. He claims he’s calling from a payphone. I haven’t heard that one in quite a while. Okay, Harold, you’re on the air.”
There is a brief pause.
“Yeah… hello. I don’t have a lot of time, so I’m just going to say it.”
Jenny leans back. “That usually means this is going to be a good call.”
“I was on a cruise two months ago. I booked one of those Antarctic expeditions that cross the Drake Passage, you know, see the ice, penguins, all that kind of bullshit. It was supposed to be a fun adventure.”
Jenny chuckles. “You sound like it wasn’t.”
“Three days into this trip, we hit a mega storm. Not like the kind they warn you about. This one came out of frigging nowhere, no warning from the crew or captain whatsoever.”
“What kind of storm?” Jenny asks.
“The kind where the ocean doesn’t look right. Waves weren’t breaking normally. It was as if the water was acting outside the laws of physics.”
“Okay, you’ve got my attention, Harold. Go on.”
“The captain tried to turn us around. I know because I snuck onto the observation deck and heard him shouting at someone over the radio transmitter. He kept yelling about the compass and navigation systems failing.” Harold exhales sharply. “He said the compass kept spinning and following something.”
“Following what?” Jenny asks.
“I don’t know, but evidently, we weren’t going south anymore. At least not in any way that makes sense.”
There is a faint crackle of interference on the line. Harold lowers his voice.
“After several hours, the storm just disappeared. One second, the ocean was completely crazy, and the next, it was dead calm. The water looked like glass. And then in front of us…”
He pauses for a few seconds.
“Harold?”
“There were ice walls, but not like you would expect in Antarctica. These were miles high with no breaks or cracks. It looked as if someone carved them.”
Jenny laughs. “You’re saying your cruise ship found what, a secret ice fortress?”
“I’m saying we passed through an unknown opening, a gap that wasn’t on any printed map. And inside—” His voice becomes softer. “Inside wasn’t Antarctica.”
Silence prevails for a moment.
“What do you mean?” Jenny asks.
“There was land as far as my eyes could see, green, fertile land. Mountains without snow. Flowing rivers. I saw huge birds unlike any I’ve ever seen before. And the sky…” Harold pauses briefly. “The sky didn’t look right. The light was different, like it was coming from somewhere else.”
Jenny leans forward. “Harold, are you —”
“I’m telling you we found something that’s not supposed to exist, and the crew knew something was wrong. They stopped talking to us and locked down certain decks. People started getting ill and disappearing from their cabins.”
Some more static creeps into the line.
“Getting ill? Disappearing from their cabins?” Jenny asks, her tone more serious than before.
“Sick with some made-up virus. People started getting nauseated and were dying. They made up an excuse about some ridiculous airborne pathogen passed on from some rats on the ship. But it was all a cover story to get rid of the witnesses.”
“I think I recall hearing about that cruise ship on the news. They called it a Hantavirus. There were quite a few passengers and crew who died, right?” Jenny asks.
“It’s all bullshit! Don’t believe any of what was reported in the media. There was no damn virus, I’m telling you!”
“Are you certain, Harold?”
“Yes! The captain somehow managed to get us out of where we wandered into and back through the ice walls again. After that, I left. I took one of the lifeboats with a couple of other passengers.”
“What happened?”
“They came after us,” Harold says quietly.
“Who’s ‘they’?”
The static grows louder.
“I don’t know. Probably the government,” Harold explains. “But it definitely wasn’t the crew. We were lucky and managed to avoid them.”
Jenny leans in even closer to the microphone. “Harold, where are you now?”
“The lifeboat drifted for days, then we were eventually picked up by a cargo ship. They told us we were way off course. I tried telling them what happened, but—”
The line crackles again.
“But what?” Jenny presses.
“They told me to forget it,” Harold replies. “They said storms mess with your head. But I know what I saw. And I think—”
Several of my paperback editions are being blocked on Amazon for some reason, making it impossible to order them. This glitch in the Matrix doesn’t seem to affect the Kindle editions, which are available for instant download.
It’s actually much cheaper to buy my books as Kindle editions, but I know many people still enjoy holding a physical copy, like me. For this reason, I usually make the books available in both formats.
I am going to provide links below for several of my titles that seem to have been affected. People can buy the paperback editions from Barnes and Noble instead of Amazon.
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
What happened to all the climate change concerns? Do you know how much water is going to be consumed every day from powering AI data centers? How about millions upon millions of gallons daily? How does that insane number reflect or address the need for responsible climate change considerations?
Let’s examine the official narrative
So, the official narratives lead us to believe that all this “new AI” will require enormous amounts of electricity and significant electrical generation capacity to power machine learning.
But what if AI has been here, up and running, all along? What if AI isn’t machine learning but rather the akashiic records of the Earth simulation, the Matrix’s Central Link of Universal Data (CLOUD)?
What if all our textbooks are the creations of AI produced over the last several hundred years rather than over eons of time? What if our civilization’s modern history is hundreds, rather than thousands of years old?
How would we truly know for sure? Truth be told, we wouldn’t know! In fact, we don’t know the veracity of any of the officialdom we have been spoonfed during our entire lives.
What if the urgent need for all this new energy generation has nothing at all to do with AI?
What else could all of this electricity be needed for?
Could all of this electricity possibly be needed to power up the countless miles and miles of underground tunnels and cities that are being refurbished: the constructions of another technologically advanced civilization that predated ours that are now being prepared for the elites because something big is going to happen, like another cataclysmic reset?
You do know and realize these resets occur here in our realm much more frequently than we’ve been led to believe, don’t you?
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Several of my paperback editions are being blocked on Amazon for some reason, making it impossible to order them. This glitch in the Matrix doesn’t seem to affect the Kindle editions, which are available for instant download.
It’s actually much cheaper to buy my books as Kindle editions, but I know many people still enjoy holding a physical copy, like me. For this reason, I usually make the books available in both formats.
I am going to provide links below for several of my titles that seem to have been affected. People can buy the paperback editions from Barnes and Noble instead of Amazon.
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Several of my paperback editions are being blocked on Amazon for some reason, making it impossible to order them. This glitch in the Matrix doesn’t seem to affect the Kindle editions, which are available for instant download.
It’s actually much cheaper to buy my books as Kindle editions, but I know many people still enjoy holding a physical copy, like me. For this reason, I usually make the books available in both formats.
I am going to provide links below for several of my titles that seem to have been affected. People can buy the paperback editions from Barnes and Noble instead of Amazon.
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Hi folks, I hope everyone is doing well. I am enjoying time away from the Internet and have been working on other writing projects.
I received a message from my phone yesterday that asked if I had been kidnapped. 🤣
In all seriousness, the break from the screen time has cleared my mind and feels refreshing.
I wanted to remind visitors here that my latest sci-fi novella, HOLOGRAMS, will be released on Saturday, May 2nd.
Now Available!
Holograms
In a world surrounded and grounded by the laws of physics, something impossible is unfolding.
A world-renowned quantum physicist has uncovered a terrifying truth hidden between two overlapping realities.
The appearance of a predator race of alien beings isn’t merely an invasion; it’s a complete rewrite of the universe, and the fate of all existence rests on the ability of one scientist to decode the truth before reality itself unravels into nothingness.
In the meantime, I wanted to share with all of you a short story I wrote the other day:
The Movie Theater
By John Reizer
The movie theater’s outside sign blinked on and off, as if it were not truly committed to doing its job.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Jane asked, looking out through the car’s windshield.
The letters on the sign above the theater entrance struggled to make themselves visible through the early evening hours— TONIGHT ONLY – THE INFERNO
Ryan checked the address on his Android. “This is it. The reviews said it was… ‘an unforgettable experience.’”
Jane scoffed. “I don’t know, Ryan, it looks pretty rundown to me.”
The theater stood alone at the end of a quiet street; its brick exterior looked as if it had seen better days, for sure. The ticket booth window was open, although no one seemed to be inside. A pile of tickets was on top of the counter.
“Hello?” Ryan called out.
A hand suddenly appeared from below the counter and pushed two tickets forward. With no face to converse with, Ryan and Jane exchanged a brief look with one another before Ryan took the tickets and dropped some cash into a small metal tray. The mysterious hand collected the money and quickly disappeared from view.
Inside, the lobby smelled of buttered popcorn. The carpet was faded with red and gold patterns, some portions looking more worn than others.
There were people in the lobby. One couple stood by the concessions stand, their heads turned toward a menu board that listed snacks with outdated prices. A man in a gray suit sat on a bench staring straight ahead. No one spoke, checked a phone, or even acknowledged them.
“Okay,” Jane whispered, “this is weird.”
Ryan nodded then replied, “Maybe it’s all part of some sort of theatrical experience, like everyone’s in character.”
“Then they’re very committed,” Jane whispered back.
At the concessions counter, a young woman smiled when they approached. “Popcorn?” she asked.
“Sure,” Ryan said. “And two sodas.”
The woman placed the popcorn into a cardboard box and filled two cups with soda. When she handed him the refreshments, Ryan noticed her fingers felt uncomfortably cold.
“Enjoy the show,” she said, her smile lingering perhaps a few moments too long.
They found seats near the middle of the theater. The auditorium was much larger than it looked from outside, rows stretching back farther than seemed possible. The movie screen radiated light, and the curtains were folded back just enough to reveal the beginning of an old classic film.
As they settled in, Jane leaned close to Ryan. “Do you notice something strange in here?”
Ryan glanced around. The audience sat perfectly still. There was no whispering, moving about, and no one was eating anything.
The film began without trailers or previews; it started with a strange scene: a large theater, eerily similar to the one they were currently sitting in. Many moviegoers in the production filled the seats, and laughter vibrated from the theater speakers.
“Okay,” Ryan whispered, “that’s… pretty damn strange.”
A few more minutes passed.
The movie’s tone suddenly changed. What began as an innocuous drama soon took on a much darker theme. Characters in the film began to glance not only at each other but toward the camera, toward them.
Jane gripped Ryan’s arm. “I don’t like this one bit.”
“Me neither,” Ryan shot back.
A faint smell of smoke made its way through the theater.
At first, Ryan thought it was part of the experience, a special effect. But the haze in the air didn’t feel theatrical. It kept growing in intensity.
Onscreen, the movie audience began to panic. People stood, shouting as flames appeared near the stage curtains.
Behind them, someone coughed. It was a dry-sounding hack.
Ryan turned. It was the man in the gray suit, but now his face looked different, like something out of a scary movie. For a split second, Ryan thought he saw burnt teeth.
“Ryan,” Jane said, her voice trembling, “we need to go. Right now!”
He didn’t argue.
They stood and made their way into the aisle. As they moved, heads turned.
“Excuse us,” Ryan said politely.
Onscreen, the fire grew. The film’s audience rushed toward the exit doors, only to find them locked.
Ryan grabbed Jane’s hand. “Run,” he yelled.
They hurried up the aisle. The air grew thicker, and the smell of smoke intensified.
Halfway to the theater doors, Jane stumbled. The carpet beneath her foot felt uneven. She glanced down and saw it was burned.
They finally reached the doors. Ryan shoved one open, and the cool outside air hit them like a refreshing wave.
They didn’t stop running until they were safely inside the car with the doors locked and the engine running. Ryan floored the gas pedal, and the automobile’s tires screeched across the parking lot.
In the rearview mirror, the theater stood quietly in the darkness.
“Did you see—?” Jane started.
“Yes,” Ryan interrupted. “We’re never going back.”
They drove in silence for several minutes before the tension finally broke.
“I need to be somewhere with lots of people,” Jane said. “Real people.”
A restaurant sign appeared ahead. It read: OPEN. They had come upon a small roadside establishment with friendly lighting visible from the windows.
They pulled into the parking lot.
Inside, the atmosphere was the opposite of the theater. It was bright, noisy, and alive. Dishes clattered, a waitress laughed, a radio played softly in the background.
They sat at an interior booth.
After a moment, the owner, a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a tired expression, came over with two menus.
“You two look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said.
Ryan let out a halfhearted laugh. “Something like that. Hey, there’s a theater down the road. It’s an old place showing classic films. Do you know the property?”
The man froze.
“Down the road?” he asked slowly.
“Yeah,” Jane said. “A brick building with an old-fashioned marquee. We just came from there.”
The owner set the menus down very carefully. “There’s no theater down that road,” he said.
Ryan frowned. “We were just—”
“It burned down,” the owner interrupted. “Forty years ago.”
Silence overtook the table.
“What?” Jane whispered.
“An electrical fire,” he continued. “It started during a late showing. The blaze spread fast. The exits were locked. By the time firefighters got it under control…” He shook his head. “No one made it out of there alive.”
Ryan felt his stomach turn sour. “That’s not possible. We were just inside. There were people and staff.”
The owner’s eyes locked onto Ryan’s. “Consider yourselves lucky, you left when you did. When did you leave?”
“Very early in the movie,” Jane replied.
The man exhaled. “As I told you, you’re damn lucky,” he repeated.
A chill crept up Ryan’s spine. “Lucky?”
The owner leaned in a bit and lowered his voice. “Every so often,” he said, “someone comes in here talking about that theater, claiming it’s open again, saying they went to a show.”
Jane’s face tightened.
“And?” Ryan asked.
The owner hesitated. “Most of the time,” he said, “these folks come in telling a story like yours, or someone else comes in here looking for them.”
Ryan swallowed. “What happens to them?”
The owner continued. “They go missing or barely escape,” he said.
A long silence followed.
“People around here,” he continued, “we’ve noticed a pattern. The ones who make it out always leave early. Before the film reaches a certain point.”
Jane’s voice was barely audible. “Before the fire?”
He nodded. “They say once the fire starts in the movie, it’s too late. And if you’re still inside when it does…” The owner’s voice trailed off, then he shook his head. “The theater doesn’t let you go.”
Ryan leaned back; his heart was pounding. In his mind, he saw the screen all over again, the flames lighting up the curtains, the audience panicking. “How close were we to not getting out in time?” he asked.
The owner gave a faint smile. “Close enough,” he replied. “You smelled the smoke, right?”
Neither of them answered.
Ryan pushed his menu aside and stood up. “We’re not staying around here tonight,” he said.
The owner smiled and said, “Good idea! Maybe next time, instead of dinner and a movie, just skip the movie.”
THE END!
Update!
I plan on returning to NoFakeNews on May 8th.
Stay well and stay safe! Watch a good movie at home. 😎
Dr. Reizer
The Truth Told Through Comedic Fiction!
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Click on the images below to Watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
Upon looking at the still photos below, captured from an Instagram video of Christina Koch and the other Artemis II crew members at a reception ceremony one day after splashdown, it doesn’t appear that any of the astronauts had balance or walking issues after their 10-day mission to the Moon.
Click on any of the photos below to see the video of the Artemis II crew walking normally and naturally as if they had no balance or walking issues one day after returning to Earth from their expedition to the Moon.
Photo Credit: Instagram
Photo Credit: Instagram
Photo Credit: Instagram
My First-hand Experience
It’s hard to imagine that walking around your home could be such a difficult task until it is.
When I awakened from the nightmare I experienced in 2021, where I was in a coma for 21 days and spent over 90 days confined to a bed, I couldn’t lift my legs or arms. All of my muscles became decommissioned.
I can not explain how frustrating and frightening it is to be completely helpless. I could not turn my body to the left or right. To lift my hands was nearly impossible.
While I realize that the Artemis II crew allegedly experienced weightlessness for 10 days and not for three months, it’s ridiculous, in my opinion, to see the crew walking around normally, light on their feet on stage, and then see Christina Koch nearly a week later being filmed as if she’s unable to maintain balance while performing physical therapy to regain muscle strength and coordination from the aftereffects of extended space travel.
In this December 2021 video of me doing physical therapy, I struggle to walk only a few feet. Without holding onto the bar in front of me and the help of the therapist behind me, I would have instantly fallen to the ground. This video was taken of me one week after I finally sat up in bed and stood on the floor with the help of two people and a support belt.
A person with decommissioned or atrophied muscles improves over time, and the patient’s condition generally improves quickly and doesn’t regress.
Why would an astronaut show no signs of muscle decommission at a ceremony one day after returning from space and a week later have difficulty walking and maintaining proper balance? It doesn’t make any sense whatsoever!
As always, thanks for reading. What do you think about this story and narrative?
This blog explores everything associated with a 3-D holographic simulated reality construct in which soul fragments repeatedly download into biological avatars to gather experiential knowledge for an oversoul commonly mistaken for Artificial Intelligence.
The information published here will challenge most people’s understanding of human life and humanity’s collective understanding of universal existence.
What I write about isn’t for everyone, but if you’re here and reading these words, I believe this site might be for you!
Dr. Reizer
The Truth Told Through Comedic Fiction!
A Feature Film
Curing Cancer Was A Mistake!
Click on the images below to Watch Target List
“Target List had me on the edge of my seat throughout. Not the least because of its believability!”— GARETH ICKE
– DIRECTOR OF THE DAVID ICKE WEBSITE
“… I believe in the future he could be esteemed as one of the prophets of science fiction. If you’re not familiar with John Reizer’s works, you should be.”
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