Real Folk, Real Talk Episode 3-The 9/11 Occult

September 12, 2024

Welcome back to Real Folk, Real Talk. It's 9/12/2024, the day after 9/11 according the Gregorian Calendar. What has become Patriot Day, the attacks on the World Trade Center was a well planned attack on the world stage and global media bubble that is New York City. Second to none, the "Big Apple" is an international city on American soil. It is the heart beat that dictates the global conversation. Clearly such a prize is the envy of bloody hands that want that forbidden fruit for themselves.

Whether Columbus was set to sail on another land with poor Heliocentric maps, the hustled sacred Native American soil that was rich in scenic wonders and God given essentials was utilized by the folk already living there.

So when the shaddy and typical back alley deal went down with some Brooklyn Indians and the Dutch swapping land back in 1626 for some hot metal and iron some many folk got burnt and branded for life. The ole' Natives were now outlaws on their own sacred land. Their welcoming hospitality was exploited by pasty pedos in wigs. The land was neither the Brooklyn trading redskin to sell nor the Dutches to take. But the genocide had already booked a 150 year tally of broken trails and tears making the holocaust look like consolation paddy cupcakes. Fast forward 400 years and now the embodiment of a scorched and heisted land marked with red white and blue flags are more likely to symbolize modern day Babylon and Cairo might as well be hidden under dirt in the Grand of Canyons. Well, if such is the case, the Israelites are here and the tortured soils are clawing to release their souls in search of the Father land.

Emergency emergency indeed. The 9/11 cry that aired on the BBC before hitting the American airwaves plays like a broken record on repeat. The cat was out was out of the bag whether intended or not. Jane Stanley reports of WTC 7 collapsing while it is still seen on the live clip 20 minutes before it happens is witch's brew. Reuters stated the BBC covered the story before it happened by mistake. By mistake? And the best effort made is a correction and calling folks with common sense a bunch of conspiracy theorists. Then the whole faux transparency vomit with the "we lost the tapes" routine is an out of date dance easy to spot. Jane Stanley's live account of the event is just constant reminder that society collapses like a well plan demolition when swayed by the masses. The Ash Comformity Study proves this. Instead, it was just another testimony of the sinister snuff films of the occult to broadcast for the world their sinister deeds. It was the perfect FU to the American people. The I'll never forget either. Folk waking me up from my sleep in haunting Roosevelt Island as concerned family and friends reached out, over the phone. The internet was still an infant and not the mainstream demon child that has borne itself from the dark dark web that it is today. Maybe it was like the Challenger or any other event that comes out of that devil box, because in hind sight my gut was numb with no emotion. Trying to change the clicker every station some boring airplane movies on. That was my instant thought upon waking that day and the gut feeling hasn't changed regardless of knowledge prior or now. I went about my days and weeks as I observed Manhattanites and every other breed of New Yorker in zombie nihilistic auto mode. The bars got busier and the tube provided a faux pacifier with nothing tangible to chew on. The nation manifested on a empty stomach of trust and got drunk at the speed of light burning thy soul hotter than any rocket jet fuel. Instead, the hiccup was sucking on dry air and instantly blaming the fall guy, some old guy in sandals dying in a cave. Well, that dry dirt would give anyone cotton mouth and the Pentagon's missing loot the day before swept under a bumpy rug. Meanwhile any dirt on this terrorist attack should salivate those curious minds. That growing pond has quenched the minds of truthers and grown the great awakening that is now threatening the MSM narrative.

Never ever has any building of that stature fallen before that day. Two in one day sounds like a load of Bush shit. But the 9/11 trifecta took down three buildings with the twin towers paying out twice. Silverstein's double dipping insurance bet got rewarded with devil bucks just like the Titanic's con job. He made sure to call out just like JP Morgan's motive for not jumping on sinking boats. Wiped footage will clog the consequence mind's doubt while the tell-lie-vision will try desperately to flush the broken records down the skibidi toilet. The brain rot psyop and predictive programming can be seen in the works for decades.

The Illuminati card game is fetching top dollar on ebay for their predictions on cardboard. The game from the 1990's shows the twin towers burning and even has Virus and Covidstan lockdown cards. 

The iconic Simpson's and alleged freemason Matt Groeing's work constantly predicts events ahead of time. These constant Nostradamus predictions are becoming less rare and more copycat watered down Campbell's soup that Andy Warhol spate about.

Treatment of the 91st floor was no stranger to danger. The infamous art stunt known as the 'B-Thing' is another factual evident and demon-stration that took place to kick start the new world order at the turn of the millennium. Art imitates life and life imitates art. The occult takes great pleasure in having the masses participate in their rituals whether aware or not. The E-Team got together to display the literal impact of the message and point of no return. Was the b for the balcony stunt or the ticking bomb waiting to usher in the new wicked world. Primed and ready, the launching pad's symbolic diving board to the great fall of society, as the innocent sacrifices would soon be tragic. The Gelatin art team consisted of Wolfgang Gantner, Ali Janka , Florian Reither and Tobias Urban from Vienna, Austria, a country nestled comfortably in between the conflicts of its neighboring countries. The book documenting this illegal and growing trend to broadcast vigilantes and society ill-filled influencers is called Gelatin: The B Thing. But it ain't affordable for the general folk as the norm. Such an explosive topic and art installation is only available for the occult with deep dark pockets at high rise prices of $1000. The art stunt took place in March 2000. The opening night of the exhibition by the Gelatin team at the Leo Koenig Gallery on September 11, 2001 is just another installation of witchcraft and spelling casting karma bestowed onto the masses by soul snatching shape shifters. To pimp out the project bigger investors for the group got a helicopter to take photos of the publicity stunt. Spike magazine's Maria Hassabi historical reference and interpretation is beyond disturbing when she writes: "the beauty and innocence of The B-Thing is stronger than ever, shrouded in the horror of that destructive moment in 2001." When artists in the group stop to answer questions because the interrogation kitchen got too hot, perhaps their handlers gave orders to not engage in handy works are made by mad men . Essentially gutting out the 91st floor of the WTC, Israeli art students and the likes camped out and had free unsupervised access to many floors. The halls were claimed to be packed with tons of projects and other installations in early March of 2000 as noted in Spike mag and other sources. Reports at one pointed showed police investigated some of these groups before they left the country, but that is the stereotypical lip service from the free press that feeds malicious information. Any accusations and standard detective work regarding who was last in the building turns into Nazi bullying speech known as anti-semitism.

Ground zero is detonation point. Folks, simple reading and writing skills can decipher the mess of a communication propaganda that have many not comprehending the message. NOW, I have always been fascinated with the sender receiver model and can relate to the confusing message. But ground zero literally means the point or base of nuclear explosion. Jet fueling burning at 1500 degrees and steel melting at 2700 degrees is a simple problem. Yet these bought and paid for experts and their mind altering voodoo witchcraft like to degrade your understanding of simple concepts with insult filled hate speech. But instead of censoring that disinfo, the disk jockeys from coast to coast read their scripts.

The ugly truth is uncomfortably disturbing. And the dirt on the street's that talk echos this message. Dirty dirt exploding from windows happens from a pretreated exploding bomb, not a metal bird with wings. The twin towers take so much attention that the third building gets no attention, with some footage still around the dark web showing broadcasters stumbled how a building so low could be hit. In an era when the internet wasn't even out of diapers, the daily scroll of folk with trigger ready cameras like today wasn't the wonted daily grind of strap hangers or any folk across the pond. That information age might as well be as old as the dinosaur age, because the yutes aren't going to the library or picking up newspapers like before. The gatekeepers at Google throne can censor and hide just about anything these days and the dirt digging is getting harder and harder in a faux world of lip service and misinformation spewed by the pedo cashing bosses cashing fact checkers checks.

I'll dig into more for next year should there be any social sites still around that don't cut everybody's tongue out for deciphering the message they so proudly boast and display for minions to worship.

Thanks again for joining me and be well. Cheers and see you soon. Marc Burgess