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.”
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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“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.”
“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 Georgia Guidestones were mired in controversy from the earliest days of their mysterious construction until the early morning hours several years ago when they were bombed and destroyed. The five standing granite blocks and capstone were the subject of many conspiracy theories.
Photo Credit: Wikipedia
The construction of the famous monument was not something performed overnight. There was great planning and craftsmanship that went into the mysterious project, often referred to as America’s Stonehenge. Others called it the Devil’s Monument.
The Georgia Guidestones were arranged in such a way that they could interact with the sun and yield astrological projections.
Controversial writings on the monument’s granite walls have been interpreted by many as the wet dream of eugenicists. The writings were in eight languages, calling for the human population to be no more than 500 million.
The 10 Guidelines on the Stones
Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature. (mRNA Vaccines)
Guide reproduction wisely — improving fitness and diversity. (mRNA Vaccines)
Unite humanity with a living new language. (NWO Agenda)
Rule passion — faith — tradition — and all things with tempered reason.
Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.
Let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court. (NWO Agenda)
Avoid petty laws and useless officials.
Balance personal rights with social duties.
Prize truth — beauty — love — seeking harmony with the infinite.
Be not a cancer on the Earth — Leave room for nature — Leave room for nature. (NWO Agenda, get rid of the weeds in the population).
Who was R. C. Christian?
R.C. Christian (Robert Christian) was the pseudonym of the individual who, to this day, remains anonymous and is alleged to have been the person responsible for the erection of the Georgia Guidestones in the late 1970s. Christian allegedly represented an unknown group seeking to provide instructions for future generations on responsible living on Earth.
He Wrote A Book!
Robert Christian authored a book about the Georgia Guidestones and the thought processes of the group behind the project.
I read Christian’s book, and it discusses a lot of subjects that would undoubtedly offend plenty of people.
He discusses eugenics, population control, and the responsibilities of the most educated and smartest people in the country to vote.
There’s great concern among the group Christian represented about overpopulation and humanity’s ever-present tendency to overstrain Earth’s natural resources.
I’m not going to review the book here, but I suggest NoFakeNews visitors give it a read.
I believe the group behind the Georgia Guidestones understood the truth about human nature and its ultimate fate.
I am making no judgments here about this group’s positions regarding eugenics because my opinions about those subjects are irrelevant.
What I believe is relevant is that humanity’s place in our realm is much different from how our historical narratives portray it.
If people believe our current society and the worldwide population of 8.3 billion people are accurate and came to fruition gradually, as history claims, I believe they’re sadly mistaken.
I believe human beings have rapidly populated and ultimately overpopulated our current society, making the entire system unsustainable. I believe Christian’s group saw the writing on the wall and decided to carve what they believed was good future advice on how to avoid humanity’s inevitable fate into the physical granite blocks of the Georgia Guidestones. I believe this advice was meant for the people who would be running the next human civilization after the next reset.
I don’t believe the advice written in stone is practical, nor would it work to circumvent the inherent problems associated with humanity’s innate ability to overproduce as a species. Additionally, the resets will undoubtedly recur in the future, as they have in the past, because the cataclysmic events are likely built into the construct’s natural design.
What these people might have realized (being in the know) is that the Matrix resets regularly, knocking population numbers nearly down to nothing, and that these resets occur frequently. The lifespans of many intelligent human civilizations that predate ours, in my view, are hundreds of years, not the longer durations that historical records would lead us to believe.
In those few hundred years that these civilizations existed, I believe the same modern technology we are accustomed to in our civilization has been rolled out by our controllers repeatedly and marketed as new inventions by the front people of those eras. I also believe that in a few hundred years, the human populations of those earlier civilizations reached the level it is at today in our realm, or close to it, at around ten billion people.
Nothing here is as it seems, and people need to understand this when assessing our purpose and our place in this venue.
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.”
“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.”
An entire nation of children grew up embracing two iconic doll toys, Raggedy Ann and Andy, unaware that the conceptualization of Raggedy Ann originated from a vaccine injury in the early 1900s.
Imagine an entire nation of children playing with a vaccine-injury casualty for decades and not knowing so.
AI Overview:
Raggedy Ann and Andy were created by an illustrator named Johnny Gruelle in 1915.
Officialdom tells us that the toy, a faceless rag doll that his daughter, Marcella, found in their attic, would go on to be patented in 1915 and launched with the Raggedy Ann Stories book in 1918. The doll became a massive success, with brother Raggedy Andy introduced in 1920. Known for their red yarn hair and candy hearts, the dolls were inducted into the National Toy Hall of Fame in 2002.
Photo Credit: Wikipedia
A Parting Shot at Big Pharma!
What officialdom loves to bury and not voluntarily disclose to the general public about Raggedy Ann is that the creation of both dolls and their stories was heavily influenced by the death of Johnny Gruelle’s daughter, Marcella, at age 13. Her death was the direct result of receiving a Smallpox vaccine.
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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