The Neww World Blog - A Flat Earther's Reality

Wake up, wake up Michael. As his bowels begin to rumble with a message of time to move buddy, Michael rolls over looks at his phone and checks the time. 10:44 a.m. Never fails. Clockwork. Heavenly. 

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. And weak flesh means number 2! The morning is young and the day is long. With so much to be accomplished there is little time to dillie dallie.

It has been 12 years since Michael arose in the home he grew up in but today is the beginning of a new day and Michaels back. He's starting over and what better way to build it all over again than to start at the foundation. The core.

You see Michael has always had issues with himself. And he's never been too thrilled about his relationships with others as of about 12 years ago, anyway. Issues rooted deep within which by no means has helped his plight for normality. Have they? Michael suffers from depression rejection mistrust lack of human relationships and financial woes. Michaels family is quite the opposite. Success accolades seemingly meaningful relationships jobs houses cars extended families, it all appears to just come to Michaels' circle.

It just isnt that way for Michael.

Michael sees the world through a different lens. Lets just say slightly different than all others. He's unique to say the least. This guy Mike. The prodigal son. Has pretty much been ousted black balled ridiculed and cast out from every angle of society. Why? Why was Michael singled out. What did he do? What did he learn? What did he discover that changed everything? What ruined it all, only to bring about a new day? A new world? And a cure? The cure? Yes, A cure for what is seemingly the world wide plague!

Lets dig..

With Michaels morning task complete and with his second drag of kush of the morning, he settles in his comfy recliner behind his home work space in his living room office with panoramic views of his local neighborhood, he begins to type.

"The End Is Near. The sky is falling. Jesus Saves. Flat water Flat earth."

Is Michael kidding us? He's lost it all. Gone mad. Completely insane. Michael is certainly without a shadow of doubt the OFFICIAL Village idiot.

Here's the idiots story:

In 2011, Michael worked as a Mortgage II Specialist for Bank of America Corporate in the Payoff and Reinstatement Department at 400 National Way in Simi Valley, California.

According to Michael, as the 30 individuals on the two teams performed their function for all the Mortgages held by Bank of America in the United States Michael was the best. According to management he was second best to Dan, who's error ratio was 1%. Michael boasted 3%. Second best.

All appeared glitter and gold at a superficial glance. Yet Michael, with a strong knowledge of Father God, The Son, and The Holy Spirit, was quite ignorant to the true wormings' and workings and takings of this world. And he was harboring a Secret. That would alll change. Forever.

Plainly put Michael had cooties. Yes the coots. He apparently had been loving life eating it all up and munching away. Well some where along the lines he picked up something that stuck between the lines. And this something is awful. So Michael spent everyday in efforts to mask the symptoms of his ailment of being infected and grotesquely blemished thus marred, while working on the cure. As Michaels secret inevitably as all things done in the DARK came to LIGHT he went from the well dressed Luxury car wielding envy of the town with a target on his back to Eggor the monster with a big bulls eye dead center. For all to mock and ridicule and scoff and cough and sniff and sneeze and spit and shame for wearing the poo face lips. Poo faced lips

Shit spiraled. One mock became two. Two became for. Four mockers became 16 and shit snow balled.

One faithful morning. Michael arrived with haste at his centrally located desk with the mid level cubicle walls which provided a tremendously open environment. When Michael's presence became known to the atrium of more than 200 employees a chorus of coughs began all at once, with such a tumult, that Michaels closest colleague immediately and without being beckoned spake the words "wow everyone is coughing at once" to his best work pal, Michael.

Michael removed himself from the atrium. Placed himself a call to HR explained his perception of the situation and within an hour was excused by way of medical leave. The requirement was simple. Under go medical and mental evaluation and return in 2 months. Easy enough. Michael did just that. Sought help and returned in 2 months. But something happened in that 2 month span. Something that would change the course of everything etetnally.

Two months after returning to work Michael recieved an email regarding a meeting. At that meeting were 50 other employees who were layed off with Michael that very blessed day.

However, 3 months prior to being fired Michael unbeknownst to he, had found his calling and knew career. You see Michael had A LOT of solitary time on his hands during his leave of absence and he had always been a wonderful song writer and artist. Once, maybe 4 years before all this happened he and a great friend and musical colleague stumbled upon a vhs tape regarding Jay-Z, the illuminati, and its role in hip hop and music as a whole. At the end of the 35 minute documentary Michael and his associate smiled at each other in wonder awe and intrigue and asked each other aloud did we just see what we just saw and do we believe any of it. And the answer dwindled away as lDK bro. IDK. I mean, wow, l dont know. I just don't know. What a compelling argument we had just accidentally stumbled upon.

Michael is home doing chores in the middle of his medical leave of absence and after weeks of boredom and isolation and continued ridicule he decided for some strange reason perhaps to pass the time and kill some curiosity he would youtube the illuminati and learn the history of this shadowy group that seemed to be the opposite of all he learned of the GOD of Israel in church as a youth. This would ultimately lead to another question being asked. A question that had plagued Michael dearly since this sickness ordeal began. Michael noticed human beings however seperate and apart, detached and removed from one another, somehow apllied the same exact levels and methods of hate and ridicule in Michael's experience and opinion. This troubled Michael tremendously. 

He wanted to know how is it possible people who havnt planned together acted and reacted in almost precisely the same hateful manner in noticing Michael's ailment? There had to be something to this madness. A connection.

Boy, was Michael shocked to review his search results. Welcome to the rabbit whole. And he had NO IDEA he was about to fall in and dive, face first!

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