They say a picture is worth 1000 words. If that's so, and if there are 30 frames per second of video, then this film is worth over 23,000 words. It's an encyclopedia of uncomfortable truths and an epic tale of potential redemption. I urge you to take the time to watch this, with your full attention. There's so much here. Some of it may only interest a few, but all of us are affected.
This movie struck me so hard that I had to spend the time to go through it almost frame by frame and unpack its messages. It speaks without any language, but because its payload is so vital, I have listed my observations below.
NOTHING BUT SPOILERS BELOW. BE WARNED. And also, be warned that this is but my interpretation based on having my ear to the ground and my eye in the rabbit hole for most of my life. The creator of this film wishes to remain mostly unknown for now, so I was not able to get an interview at this time. The mystery of original intent remains, as it must in all good art, but I feel the following is a list of important takeaways.
For best results, watch it once in one sitting, then come back and follow along with me moment to moment. If this is your first toe-dip into the occult, conspiracy theory, or just a peek behind the curtain we all know isn't quite right, buckle up.
Unity becomes Trinity to begin to know itself.
Trinity assumes consciousness to do the work of spreading into infinite forms to continue the work.
Infinity sprawls from Trinity.
Human consciousness awakens.
The Sun is eclipsed by a cubic, dark Earth. The planet already looks like a prison.
A strange island punctuates dark water, like Earth in Space.
A floating cluster of wrong-angled skyscrapers floats above a grid of city dwellers.
Monolithic, one structure towers above the rest as the reference point. The center around which all else revolves here in the dark city.
Its penthouse, suggestive of a black cube, floats like the capstone on the dollar's pyramid and displays a sinister red glow. A darkness funnels into the ceiling, and a tie to the wotrship of
ancient forces is suggested.
Pillar-like forms are revealed to be robed cultists with heads bowed in fevered worship, invoking a Red Cube into existence. The cube immediately points to the various cults which have
worshipped a black cube representing Saturn (the symbolic god of time and harvest, and devourer even of his own children, not the planet, though the planet itself sports a strange hexagonal
shape which is itself a kind of cube). Each has a pipeline or control cable attached but from where?
To me this says that there is always a greater mystery no matter how far up the chain you
go in this world. It's easy to laugh such sinister notions off, but they are plain once you catch a glimpse. For example, there is a literal Brotherhood of Saturn in apparent operation, one of many such cults that seem to have threads leading back to what I call The Capstone Zone, or the unseen part of government and world power.
Supernatural or not, there is a grid of exploitation over this world and from it cancer grows. The cube here may be red rather than black to accentuate the sinister nature and ties to violence of all kinds. All control over others involves violence. Knowing this is essential to reshaping our world through our behavior.
The Red Cube of control infects a solitary host, and replaces his heart with a hollow and darkened space. It radiates and spreads, becoming "normal."
New hosts are buckled under the weight of new pain and submit to the Red Cube. Pressure, pushing down on all of us, like the song says.
The population of the human zoo either suffers chronic headaches/mental anguish (in addition to a scattered and erratic state of mind) or plays deaf to each other's experience. Ever seen a fox in a fur farm? You'd recognize the look on its face.
Human sardines keep the pace of their labors in spite of their constant suffering. We know not what we do.
Obsession with material property is hollow.
Obsession with image is pointless.
Mental decay follows on from chronic stress and material distraction.
The blazing pace of time blown in unfulfilling careers creates an upside-down life.
Everywhere we see hollowed hearts and fogged minds.
The commodification of false happiness is the sign of our times.
The adoption of The Lifelong Mask is a bad bet but it seems the only choice.
Indoctrination of intoxication is universal. We go to great lengths not to feel.
Within the intoxicated state, the rediscovery of connection comes with the permission that comes from exhaustion. This has been made into a false norm.
The union implied in the previous scene produces a new life.
The child is intact with unspoiled energetic centers.
Upon an argulably unnatural birth, the child is traumatized and potentially poisoned.
The child appears to reject Red Cube control, the face wearing slow beating boredom that comes with industrial education, yet a spark of original thought is present.
The child's teacher/handler sucks out the divergent thoughts and the Red Cube appears.
Authority leads children to their place in the grid.
The adolescent is filled with empathy-numbing drugs and pushed by circumstance into the military, where another layer of control is installed.
War profiteers display their trade, and the media-woven veil over it is shown in action.
3:19 CUT TO COMMERCIAL (Imagery of false eternal bliss through possessions projected to children)
Hypersexuality stands in for talent, with the wink that signifies membership in a certain "club." Notice it here and you may see it everywhere.
The specter of casting couch culture takes its invisible toll, and there is a reference to a yet darker side to the management of public idols. Human sacrifice, slavery, and mind control take many forms.
Royals are also slaves to The Narrative.
Exaggerated role models fascinate the masses who project themselves onto the big screen.
Films can inspire and educate, but dark agendas seem to be behind cinematic trends. Illusions within illusions.
Shame creates allegiance to Red Cube as the howls of advertising overcome the individual.
Nothing material fills the widening hole left by the need for connection and acceptance.
Technology provides a savior in the form of a perfect distraction. The monolith from 2001 in every pocket.
All reality becomes virtual, as persona replaces personality.
Romance is replaced by an algorithm, and chemisty is replaced by "compatibility" quizzes.
Conversation becomes nonverbal and 1-dimensional.
Simulated war becomes entertainment while real victims remain invisible ghosts.
Narcissism distracts the population from the ruin of the environment.
Consumerism becomes the only available ecstatic experience.
Fashion oscillates between extremes to drive trends.
The invisible horrors of the fur trade stand in contrast to the artificial luxury.
The trance of cosmetics and the insanity of animal testing are juxtaposed.
Personality cracks after years of trying to fit fashion, and the incredible suffering of the female is revealed.
Desperate perversion surrounds a hypersexualized woman reduced to one dimension of existence.
Males deform themselves into hideous stereotypes for attention while their inner selves are crippled with loneliness.
Attention farming becomes the norm.
Activism online is becoming a puppet show. There's a spectrum of useful idiots, controlled opposition, and outright shills helping the empire along. Recent research shows that a huge chunk of the people you may be arguing with aren't people at all, but software pushing agendas.
The willfully ignored reality of industrial meat and dairy production is displayed. We treat animals the way psychopaths treat the rest of us.
The brutality of consuming animals insatiably is portrayed. Its consequences follow.
The hubris of man synthesizing the gifts of the plant kingdom and its effect in the propagation of disease are shown.
Industrialized medicine and pharmacology as panacea are revealed as a grand hustle. Many in the field mean well, but wellness isn't the goal for the show-runners.
The modern doctor is shown as a pusher with a million dollar smile. While not the rule, it's hardly the exception.
A drug developer poses like the image of Baphomet, demonstrating the malevolent use of chemistry as a control mechanism. He is rewarded with wealth. Pillars return, perhaps to signify a connection back to the Death Cult from the beginning.
Dog-eat-dog goes literal on the Stock Exchange.
Taxpaper funds the politician, who funds the military, who funds the mercenary, who funds invisible war and terrorism.
Addict pays dealers, who pay CIA traffickers.
Washington launders drug money to fund "foreign affairs" and "black budget" projects while social programs and infrastructure are deprived.
Fiat currency is based on confidence rather than anything real. We used to be able to trade paper money for the gold it represented. Now money is printed on demand to create the illusion of wealth. It's among the most powerful spells in human history, the false idol of the whole world.
Retirees are bilked and milked, their robberies celebrated by professional thieves in finance.
Water is commodified into oblivion.
Indigenous peoples are destroyed in the name of "progress."
Dissent is criminalized, stigmatized, and the people go silent.
Entire populations are sold out by deals between like-minded sociopaths.
After centuries of overt enslavement, black people are herded into hells and in such circumstances, a generation loses its fathers to crime and drugs.
The social mechanisms destroying the black community are peddled to their young in glorified caricatures. New chains, new slaves. Their distant brethren are digging up the diamonds they sell with their music.
The madness of racism prevents alignment of the people against the minions of the Cube Cult.
Political correctness makes it impossible to talk about the issues.
Puppet pundits silence other voices (the traditional mother and father? I am unclear here) and provoke the faux-trage of anti-social media.
Servants of grim agendas bring the post-human into the world through unquestioned technologies. A robot with an electronic mind was just made a citizen in Saudi Arabia.
A familiar smile blinds millions to the unseen horrors of a celebrated Presidential career. Clues regarding rumors of pitch-black perversions, both overt and covert, are shown framed on a desk made of death. A flash frame reveals his internal breakdown. His story is the story of all such men. They all go grey, after they go dark.
The blinded masses project their hopes onto screens of false opposites who serve the same masters.
The Red/Blue Game takes everyone for "a ride."
The atmosphere is ruined while everyone refuses to witness it.
A grotesque party goes on forever while Joe Public wanders through it without noticing the hypocrisy.
Powerful pedophiles ply their trade with impunity, destroying the bodies and souls of the most innocent while parents pretend it can't happen. We don't want to believe they exist and they thrive in our ignorance. Families are divided in the Cube system and become easy pickings for predators within the foster machinery.
The Bogeyman of terrorism is constantly thrown at people until they cry for help from the Daddy State, who surrounds them with surveillance and placates them with smartphones, which are also surveillance.
Screen addiction cocoons individuals in separate virtual realities until they are moribund.
The faithful servants in the media keep the space between story and experience intact.
The masses are crushed as increasingly hollow power figures pray to higher and higher layers of the Red Cube system. At the top, those who receive these energies appear to worship their
own Black Cube which traps the power, and they seem hardly human at all. These are protected by a sphere of masks, in turn protected by the military industrial complex.
One Cube Soldier reflects upon his life, home, and property, which fall away and reveal that he sold his soul for no security at all.
Collapse begins with the evaporation of the housing market.
Towers of the dark city are shown sheared at 45-degree angles, like the support beams in the World Trade Center.
No spell lasts forever. Masks begin to crack and the Red Cube fails.
Plant medicine reclaims its territory, perhaps in the form of psychedelic vines curing opioid addiction and cutting off the pusher's cash flow.
The corporate world seeks shelter but finds only mutual desperation.
A smug manager loses his status, his sanity, and his life, a hollow man stuffed with hollow wealth.
Darkness flees its failing hosts to return to its origin.
The game is up, and the mask has failed. It's time to give it up and return to personal truth.
In the unconscious realms, perhaps pushed by survival instinct, people begin to remember their true natures and awaken from the trance.
Man undergoes the shamanic evisceration, revealing the dormant pineal gland, now activated.
Direct confrontation with the shadow of individual and species enlivens and emboldens the once-dead heart.
Ascension with purpose.
Phoenix of the female rises from centuries of oppression.
Union of opposites/gender, armed with a sword to cut through illusions, and a transferrence of what appears to be the collective consciousness into a new mind.
A child is born outside the Cube, full of power and wisdom.
The world tree regenerates and blooms.
The new human is awake. A new world is possible. The beauty is that we can each, and all, decide how to build it.