Today is 1/7/2022 and on this (remove the slash's) 17 & 6, I felt that today would be a good day to reflect upon the discovery of my own eye color and what that experience was like for me. You're probably saying, what do you mean, did you just discover the color of you eyes? Were you blind? You would be very right to ask me to those questions in follow up and I will explain, hopefully to your satisfaction, and when you hear how I came to discover the color of my eyes, a much deeper life lesson may be passed onto you so that one day you may understand what it is like walking in my shoes.

Who am I exactly? I am still trying to figure that out, and every single day that I am blessed with love and light, I am delving deep into difficult subjects of our time and I am pushing the limits of my own understanding by seeking the truth. What is the truth? To me it boils down to how I define truth. To me, truth has two faces and they are wrapped in a symbolic double helix that we call the matrix encoded through DNA. When you understand that one of these strains to the helix are fractal metaphors that can be referenced in various states of reality in parallel at the same time, you then start to understand what truth is and how I came to learn the truth of who I was so that when I looked into the mirror, I saw my eyes for what they truly were. When I stared deeply into my eyes for the first time I was extremely perplexed at the person who was looking back at me. It did not feel like an impression but rather that a presence was standing before me. Except, I was the presence. My beast is my body and I have suffered like so many before me through a consequence of the misunderstanding, misrepresentation, and mischaracterization of my own identity that made me literally blind to the color of my eyes. I never looked myself in the eyes growing up until I was 33 years old. Sure, I have seen photos of my eyes, but there was never a presence staring back at me, a consciousness. It was always this impression of a false reality that existed in theory, but did not exist in reality. The double helix of truth applies to reality as well. There are two realities.

So on this January 7th, aka 17 in 2022 we are celebrating the TWOs in our existence and we are throwing in a flare of Q for the conspiracy enthusiasts out there. Don't worry, we'll keep this grounded in facts and truth only. However if our beasts are double helixes (a 2), and our reality is a double helix (a 2) and truth is a double helix (a 2) then effectively today's letter encapsulates the 222 in the current year. A majestic year indeed that sums to six. Three twos equal a six. Lets dissect that by saying twos means multiple twos, aka not one two but two twos. Three two two six.

Do you see what I see? I couldn't see the color of my eyes because I never once saw a presence behind my eyes until this year. Why did it take so long? When I was a newborn child, my mother decided that she would hand over custody of me to the communist government of Romania to be held at a local community orphanage scattered throughout the rundown villages throughout northern Romania. In a country with a relatively small population, sitting just shy of 20 million. Oh, there's the twenty in our quest of twos. Why were there over 1 million children like myself being warehoused in the orphanages? Why did the government build so many of these orphanages? What is truth? What is conspiracy? How can I, as a survivor of these facilities in Eastern Europe ask, "where the were the adults?" and how did they forgive themselves for what they did to millions of orphans. The figures always indicate alive at the time of the census. But in totality, millions of newborn infants, like myself, were being dropped off and handed over to the state. Millions died. Millions of children died. Communism started in Romania in 1947, shortly after the incident at Roswell New Mexico with a time traveling AI doll of consciousness that could telepathically talk to empaths in its presence, politics changed through the country as communism rolled through the streets toppling over the once proud heritage and history of the Romanian people. It wasn't until 1989, a devastating 42 years later (four plus two equals six; there's that six again...) did the communism finally come to an end.

Or did it?

Yes, the USSR was dissolved and the Nationalist Socialist Party of Romania was dismantled and a bloody revolution followed for many years. During that revolution I was adopted by a brave American business owner. However, this brave American did not know the answer to my questions I raised above. Why did the government build so many of these orphanages? He didn't know. All he knew, based on the truth that was provided to him by those he was taught to trust the most . They were his attorneys and they were damn expensive. Literally tens of thousands of dollars paid through various law firms, he and his wife, who successfully adopted a child just two years prior to my adoption, from Chile. They were warned of the dangers of the journey, and so this brave American looked at the face of the Devil himself and said I am not afraid of you. What do you need me to do? Bring cigarets, bring alcohol, bring pornography, what else do you need? No, this brave American navigated on his own in his mid 20s through a dangerous journey across the pond to rescue a child in need. There are two realities.

The reality that the beast who is that brave American, represents none of these words as true. Yes, he boarded an airplane. Yes he had to pay attorneys thousands of dollars. Yes he had to buy cigarettes, alcohol, and pornography to give out as payment and barter for local black market currency and goods. Would he say with a straight face that he had to stare the Devil in the eyes and say to him "What do you need me to do? ... what else do you need?" He would say, rightfully so, in this first reality, "I never said those things. I never believed those things. I wouldn't just do anything."

However the second half of reality, the 2nd helix to form the fractal metaphor of the double helix, is distorted. When this brave American looks into this reality, he does not see a presence standing behind him in the mirror, looking into his eyes. He sees a reflection of his beast; the six; the deception. That reflection omits key information and therefore when he looks into the mirror to see his own eyes, he sees nothing but a ghost. But when I, the metaphorical offspring of this brave American, having been his adoptive son, look into the mirror, I was shocked to find out that my eyes were not brown. I was convinced for my entire life that my eyes were brown. In fact, when I look at old photos of myself, I see brown eyes. It is true, however is it truth?

Without knowing why the government of Romania had built so many orphanages, and without seeking the answers to those questions, being an affluent, white, privileged brave American male who never served in the military due to medical problems with his back due to a workplace injury prior to adopting me. Keep in mind, my adoptive father was my age today when he went into a warring country to adopt a child out of the ashes of communism. He was brave. I am brave. I am the son of brave. However, going back to the fact that the color of my eyes appeared to be brown in every memory of my recollection, I have constantly been gaslight on this very nature of my reality.

Was I gas-light though? Did they see brown and therefore just always said I had brown eyes whenever anything "official" was being filled out? Was it projecting what they thought they saw when they looked into my eyes? Was it the fact that living in an alternate alternate reality, I was living with two identities, experiencing two realities at the same time, so at any given moment in my own conscious mind, I was experiencing four realities simultaneously for over 30 years.

My mother, going back to communist Romania, just after my birth, was being controlled by her boyfriend who refused to let her give birth to another man's child in his own home, and would therefore be forced to give me up for adoption so I can go off into one of the communist orphanages that was strategically placed through rural and poor valleys of northern Romania. Why were there so many orphanages and why was my mother's boyfriend calling the shots over what my mother could and couldn't do to raise me?

If my mother was brave, she would have created an alternate timeline that would not give us The Great Awakening and the Majestic Messages of Disclosure and the four year LARP that I ran called MJ12 on Twitter that I foolishly named Operation Yokohama. If my mother was brave, is looking at a lens of reality that is also a double helix. She was faced with a really difficult directive from the one she believed she could depend on. He had connections. He was in the party. He gave her a roof to live under. Many other women were homeless and would regularly prostitute themselves out to either meet the birthing quotas or put food on the table at night. The beast ruled over Romania. The Devil controlled Romania.

The Devil lives in the hearts of humans who are not brave. When good people stay quiet when presented with bad things, it allows evil to manifest and gives safe harbor for the Devil to possess the souls who are born into the Spectre of Communism. Why then did I not keep the last name of this brave American who adopted me? Was it because the Spectre of the Devil aka Communism was alive and strong inside America? My eyes are hazel. They are light. Not dark.