INTERIOR. GUITAR SHOP. BASEMENT FLOOR.
Behind the counter a man of a pale swollen face with a mustache hanging to his chin,
throws at me a toxic look “What the fuck you want, as he mumbles his phrase “What can I do for you?” without moving his mouth.
“It was pretty good. You can win Got Talent.” I say applauding his ventriloquist routine. “But today is about ‘What can I do for you?’”.
Hearing that he moves his jaw as if he says something with no sound.
“Remember me? Last time I was here you gave me instructions how to connect pickups on my guitar. Now I have instructions for you.” I say.
“It happened what?” He takes a step back.
“It happened that music frequency was changed. For thousands of years, millions maybe, humans were playing music in different frequency. It was based on Cosmic vibration that was harmonizing human structure. Somebody didn’t like that and they changed it.”
“Yeah, heard about it. It was that Verdi thing? Opera singers were saying that singing in this Cosmic frequency makes them feel good.” He says and puts a blank on his face like ‘who gives a shit’.
“That will explain the fact that when you expose water to this vibration, the water is forming a beautiful pattern. Very harmonious and symmetrical. When you change frequency like they did to 440, this harmony gets destroyed. Shattered. The singers must have felt that! Makes sense. We are made mostly of water. 78%. They could feel that harmonious pattern through the water in their bodies when they sang in that Cosmic 432 Hertz frequency! It’s fascinating! Thank you for telling me this.”
“So what it has to…?” He speaks without moving his lips but somehow I hear his voice like I’m talking with a heroin user. I hear the part of the sentence that he didn’t finish.
“…The fucking pickups are picking it up’.” I say. “It shows you what this change to 440 Hertz it’s doing to us. We are made of water. It must effect water in us that same way. Shutters the natural harmony and symmetry in us. 432 Hz is in a Cosmic harmony aligned with a molecular structure of life. Water is life. Sow when it’s being shuttered it you may think it’s a soft kill.”
“You are making a farfetched guesses.” He says with an emotional cramp in his eyes. “Anything else?” He adds and feels he is about to turn his back at me to walk away.
“But 500+ millions killed as a result of WW2. That’s not soft kill!” I throw at him looking between his eyes.
“What’s going on?” He touches his forehead and looks at his fingers.
“Music got weaponized. Is being used against us as a bullet.” I say.
“Is it a joke?” He flashes ironic smile with a quick evaluation he is talking with a crazy person. “Aha… Weaponized. Really? How did you get this idea?”
“Before WW2 music was played in a Cosmic frequency 432 Hertz. That’s the organic rate. A4 originally has 432 vibrations per second. A5 has 864 Hertz and so on; all other notes are in correlation with it. Music had that frequency. They fucked it up to fuck you up. That’s all.”
“What are you talking? A4 is 440 Hertz. See this?” He shows me a guitar tuner. “It’s here A4 440 Hz. It can’t be 432. It’s nonsense! Have a nice day.”
“Musical compositions are decomposing us played in 440 Hz. We suppose not to do it. Our bio field gets scrambled like that harmonic pattern you see on water.”
“You claim that all people are idiots who don’t know in which frequency they should play music. You must be really smart to know that. And now you come and teach the world in which frequency music should by played? Great mission. Wow! Congratulations! Ha ha ha.” He says with is genuine laughter enjoying his superiority over an idiot.
“It’s a tremendous undertake to make people to pay attention to what I’m saying, andfor them to understand what it really means it’s like a brain transplant. What human mind doesn’t know the eyes can’t see, the ears can’t hear. But change is possible.”
“Just do it! Man, do it!” He is getting charged with energy; sparks jump over his pale, dead look.
“I wish to reach someone. Then it may become like a domino effect. It’s my optimism. Otherwise I wouldn’t talk with you.”
“You can make it possible. Sure” Says the guitar-repair man executing his talent of mockery. What to expect from someone who is a permanent victim of a mockery applied to him by the system. But I don’t want to ignore him. Such a man draggling over me can be a catalyst in a delivery of the message; he can be an antenna to universal consciousness without knowing what role is he playing it in this dialog so I’m enduring his mockery. It can’t hurt me. It can only hurt him.
“You will be celebrated more then Mozart, Bach and Beethoven.” He says and wrinkles his forehead with exaggeration. “Society will recognize your genius. You become a celebrity. Go for it!” His cruelty has a feast.
I’m stopping myself from bursting with laughter.
“Thank you for being so kind to me. But… it’s a…big wall to break through.” I say with a serious concern which he translates as a result of his mockery.
“What’s the problem. You don’t want to get famous? Money, fancy cars, beautiful women. People will be crazy about you. You will be like the most celebrated guy in the world. The movie stars will get pale in your glory. Go for it!” He says and hands me a pen and a sliver of paper from a cash register. “Would you please give me your autograph, Sir?”
“The whole trick is how to tell them how 440 Hertz is damaging their lives? No one I talked to was able to comprehend that.” I say with a genuine concern that is fueling his sarcastic feat. My kindness taken for stupidity gives his face a look of a dragon. A reptilian smile stretches his mouth ready to swallow a victim.
I draw on the paper some lines resembling that harmonious pattern 432Hz is making on water, thinking this may bring him back from another dimension that is taking over his being.
“Wow! I’m getting jealous.” He says distorting face with a grim fascination.
“I’m deeply concerned damage is already done. You are not the first one who reacts that way. When you realize music was weaponized to destroy humanity the world will become a different place. You’ll become a different person. You may start making money by playing guitars not repairing them. But you have to know it. Don’t believe what I’m saying but experience that. Think that this was done not only to music, but in multiple areas of our life. When you’ll wake up from that nightmare you may start playing your guitar as who you really are not by trying to copy someone like the last time I was here.”
“Why do you think I suppose to do that?” He says looking at me with a stark suspicion as if I was suggesting him to murder someone.
“It’s a hell of a punch line. Fascinating! Why to play guitar in a creative way like no one before?
“At least we can agree about something.” He picks up the screwdriver and he keeps it in his hand like a sword.
“It is difficult to call it agree because you are talking from inside of a bubble. The only way you can hear what I’m saying is to step outside of that bubble and look at these two images.”
I show him a picture I have in my phone.
“Here is water exposed to 432 Hertz. You see that beautiful pattern it’s like that Rosetta window in Norte-Dam Cathedral and here this pattern is destroyed because the frequency was changed to 440 Hertz. It was done on purpose to destroy this harmonic structure. Maybe it was a reason to burn down the cathedral to get ride of the remains of our culture? Here is an info about it, if they didn’t wipe out it already. Take this link.”
“I’m not going to... I’m doing just fine. It doesn’t matter to me if the earth is a ball or pancake.” He says with a determination of a convict who is about to be executed.
“Sir you are so close. One look outside the bubble. That’s all what is needed and the whole world will change.” I say smiling with an excitement but behind that smile there is a darkest horror I going through over and over again when I talk with these people. It doesn’t matter who they are. My dearest friends, strangers… whoever…all of them… enemies… they absolutely can not take a step outside the bubble, like they are attached to that bubble by some satanic spell identifying themselves with that bubble afraid that if they step out of it they will vanish. He shakes his head and wrinkles his forehead signaling he is going to throw a punch line which will be devastating.
Looking me in the eyes like a parent who caught a child in some outrageous misconduct, he says without moving his mouth.
“I have been very patient with you, but I have to be frank with you, sir. You are delusional. It’s sickening” Saying that he shakes his head in an agreement with some invisible auditorium. Squeezing the screwdriver erected in his fist he stands tall and gritty to defend his satanic-bubble-jail to a last drop of blood. “I feel sorry for you but I can’t help you. Nobody can…” He adds looking at me with a highest scorn like at the roach he just crushed with his foot on a floor. “That’s the best I can do.” He says and squeezes his mouth together into a shape of a rectum.
A smell of his abusive attitude hangs in the air like sludge from a bottom of a sewer. It feels that rotten part of his brain just exploded. A smoke from his soul burned by 440 Hertz fills up the space.
“Why I am in this?” I ask myself and I get tears my eyes as I hear my inner voice: ‘In a name of Creation I must love these people so much.’
That’s for him like nectar of life injected by my tears he is mistaking for sorrow. He sighs with a relief. His face becomes like a billboard flashing a catch of a day: “Tears in his eyes! I got him pretty bad.” A triumph mixed with bliss takes over his biology. I think I can hear his heart pounding like a war drum. His voice gets an extra ambiance of an executioner whispering to a victim he is about to put out of misery, talking dirty during sexual act; all mixed in one perverted triumph. “It’s painful. It’s very painful. It has to be painful.” He thrives. “You have been a bad-boy and you are getting what you deserve. Do you like it? It’s time to get out of your La-La-Land. You have been living there for too long.”
His avouchment is an orgy he is having as a torturer.
I think I suppose not to be feeding his cravings of lowest chakra. Absolutely not what I want people to become. For a fraction of a second in my mind flashes to grab that screwdriver from his hand and plunge it into his throat. But I know this is not my thought. I feel like I’m reading his mind.
“Look at my necklace!” I pull out a tuning fork I’m wearing on a silver chain around my neck. “You know what it is?”
“I can decapitate all your illusions, sir. It’s nothing else but a tuning fork for tuning the instruments.” He says with in ventriloquist manner.
I want to kick him in the ass so hard that he’ll fly to Saudi Arabia for his decapitation act, and this time it’s my emotional response, but I’m not going to. “I have more important mission’ I say. “This is not a usual tuning fork. It is a real, original A4 in a Cosmic frequency of 432 Hertz. You have been right about La-La-Land. Note A is called La.”
“Why it is so smudged?… was in a fire, did you find it in a ground?”
"I made it that way. It's in original 432 frequency. Your tuning fork was falsified into 440 Hertz by the New World's Order agenda that was a result of WW2 and imposed on humanity by UN's 'democracy'. One of their operations was 440 Hertz rule designed to disrupt human bio-sphere. Who those UN agents are working for it's another subject not to be presented for you in the state of consciousness you are now. Definitely not before putting your mind through a heavy detox." I say and I slam the fork against a counter and then I place its round tip on his forehead.
He starts listening to the sound turning his head to a side like dogs when you ask them if they want to eat. I can hear his intestine moving before he releases a high pitch fart.
“What you hear now is original Cosmic A4. I'm not talking about your fart . I mean this.” I say pointing to the fork I’m holding to his forehead. “But like for a fart it was pretty in tune.”
“Looks like it was burned and why it’s bent?”
I heated it in a fire and I hammered it until it got stretched and its frequency expended to 432.”
“Man! You are crazier then I thought. You are dangerously crazy.” He says bewilderd like he is taking off his sarcastic mask. ”You want me to join your madness? Fuck man! It’s too much.”
“Let’s put it from your perspective. That means we all were crazy as long as humanity exists and we were playing music in frequency 432 for zillions of years. But just before WW2 started the Nazis implemented different frequency – 440 Hertz – this frequency destroys that harmony of water molecules which 432 Hertz creates. Remember we are 80% water. The criminal cabal behind the curtain that controls the governments which are like a franchise businesses, like McDonalds, which are administrating the facilities called ‘countries’, where they are farming humans for slavery and fuck knows for what wicked purpose this farming is going on… but they discovered that music played in 432 Hertz makes people calm and connects them with their higher self; people become harmonious and feel good about themselves. But 440 Hz makes people, pissed off for no reason, annoyed, irritated like they need to kill someone.”
“Wait a minute!” He says raising his hands putting them like a fence between him and me. “I’m not in this category. When I kill an ugly hamster is not because I want to. I have to. They carry diseases.”
“Yeah. Hostility and hate always finds a noble reasoning. This is a population they needed for a war machine. A best stock for war the machine. So they made up a law that music is going to be played in frequency 440 Hz. It was one of the tools to create WW2. Messing up peoples’ mind. The results were astonishing. Death toll got very high. 440 Hz was very effective. They noticed that it works pretty good so when WW2 ended United Nations passed a resolution that all over the world all music will be played in 440 Hz like under war time. That’s how music is being played and we are dancing to it and having endless wars since then.”
“What would be a purpose doing it?”
I can’t figure out if he is such a moron or his ego is convulsing to prove me wrong or it’s a 440 brain damage syndrome displayed in front of me.
“Don’t you see the connection? If you make people agitated, disturbed, confrontational it putts them in conflict; they become easy to control. ‘Divide and conquer’ technique. In general it makes them stupid enough to do what they are told. That’s all.”
“And…?” He barks with irritation. “Why you telling me this?” He is getting confrontational and disturbed. I see clearly what 440 is doing to him. He is just one of billions. I feel really sorry and helpless but I don’t give up. I try to be as nice and calm as I can.
“You are a musician.” I say. “And this is about music that is forming peoples’ emotional world. You said music is your life. I think you should know the facts. It can encroach upon your life in many ways.”
“I heard about it. Once I tuned my guitar that way. Sounded kind of interesting, actually it felt good. But what’s the point?” He says poking with a screwdriver at the counter.
“440 damages our molecular structure that is a part of cosmic harmony. People can’t calm down. They have to be dragged to calm down.” I say with a quiet voice at that same time being aware of screwdriver flipping in his hand.
“You’re accusing government?”
“Not just one. All of them work together. It’s a franchise operation. Sure they have conflicts regarding the territories of influence but this is more for a show. Backstage they all stick together to that same main agenda of keeping population confused and misinformed, intoxicated and hypnotized. May be the most damaging is a lie about most fundamental truth that can be noticed by human senses; truth that you see with your own eyes, and you detect by your mind and by logical thinking. But they programmed you that you are wrong, that your senses are wrong. They will tell you that you are spinning with 1000 miles per hour, that’s a double speed of commercial airliner. But you don’t feel any spinning. They convinced you that your feelings are wrong. Everyone got forced to believe that their senses are wrong. This lie creates a presidency for the world’s basic reality about a place whew you live.”
“What are referring to? Spinning? I’m not spinning. The earth is spinning. This is obvious. Everybody knows that.”
“You don’t feel any spinning but you are required to believe that from a start. Most of that what you see by yourself, what you think, what you understand by yourself is an illusion. This is a mandatory belief system. It puts you in a conflict with your senses so you can’t wrap your mind around it; then you are labeled by official narrative that this you see is wrong, this you see with your eyes and mind… all that is wrong. Because you are unable to ‘see thing as they are’ you have to rely on authorities, scientists who in a modern world are the priests in a white coats and represent the religion called ‘science’.”
“What are you talking about? You think there is some other reality of which we are not aware about? You sound like you are one of the ‘conspiracy theorists’. This is a large group of society that is completely out of their mind. They are not dangerous, rather pathetic and those are the people who are causing all that disruption and confusion you have in mind. They can’t show you any proof because they claim everything is hidden by conspiracy.”
“You want to see a proof? Let’s go outside. I’ll show you the proof.” I say walking to the door. “C’mon and see the proof.”
“I know outside. I’ve seen everything outside. You can show me shit!” He shouts at me with a boiling irritation. “I don’t have time for that nonsense. I have a work to do. What is it?”
“A proof. You said you want to see. You’ll see.”
* * *
We walk outside.
Dark is setting. Velvet sky. A silver blade of Moon like horns of a charging bull pointed down ready to pick up Orion and throw him out of the firmament. To the right in a canyon of the street the sky is soaked in blood after Sun’s departure from that cosmic corrida few minutes ago. My hair is raising on my neck as I’m sensing a secret synchronicity I’m having with all those actors above and I hear a song I’m singing in my mind:
“Thank you Sun! Thank you Moon! Thank you Sky!”
“So what are you showing me?” Asks the guitar repairman lighting a cigarette. “That same garbage on a street. The prostitute on a corner. I see her everyday. She must be conspiring for government. Or for Bilderberg. Maybe Vatican?” Says the guitar repairman with a sardonic giggle turning into a cough attack as he exhales a cloud of smoke with 2000 thousands of toxic chemicals added to tobacco by industry of death.
“So what’s new? Aha! There a cloud!” He points to the east where a long black cloud is stretching in straight line parallel to horizon. – “Are you going to show me the cloud too!” He is delighted with his sarcasm.
“Yes. Later. First look at this!” I point at Moon and then at the glow where Sun just disappeared behind the horizon.
“Wow. Show me the moon. I’m thrilled. What else?”
“You see that Moon is high above the horizon. Yes?” I say and I point at Moon. “And Sun is down there. It just disappeared behind the horizon! Correct?”
“Yeah! I see it. Moon is above. Sun is bellow. I saw it thousand times. So what? You have nothing to show me.” “I feel sorry for you. Misguided little man who tries to get some attention to feel important.” He says with and from his nose comes a ring of smoke that goes over his head like a crown of his righteousness.
“Please pay attention to this side of Moon which is illuminated.”
“Yeah! I see it. One side of the moon is illuminated by the sun. What’s unusual in it?”
“Do you see that the illuminated side of Moon is turned up?”
“Sure I see it’s up. It’s always like that in this phase of the moon.”
“Okay! And Sun is down there behind the horizon. Can you see that?”
“Sure I can see that! So what a big deal about it?”
“Do you agree that the illuminated side of Moon is directed up?”m
“Yes it’s directed up. What about it?”
“This means that is pointing at the direction from which comes the light that illuminates this side of Moon. Is this clear?”
“That’s clear. Is this what we are doing? Confirming that this what we see is clear? C’mon sir. That’s enough! I came here so you can show me some reality I don’t know about. But you are showing me something that is clear. Absolutely clear for me is one thing that you are one of those pathetic useless eaters who ‘don’t know where is up and where is down’, sorry for being honest but I can’t lie to you. Because it will make you more confused. Although I doubt that’s possible.” He talks to me with a voice of a torturer who squeezes words in the ear of his victim and I patiently tolerate his ego trip for a purpose that I get a chance to show him the reality that he doesn’t know that exists and I say with a humble note in my voice:
“Thank for being such a nice person I really appreciate your honesty sir. I wish you to be honest to yourself in that same degree as you are to me.”
“No problem! Let me explain you what you are seeing here. The illuminated side of the moon is pointing up, because the light source is up! No! Wait a minute. It’s not up. The illuminated side of the moon is directed up… and the sun is there below? But this case the Sun suppose to be above the Moon. Why is not above when Moon is illuminated from above? What the fuck is going on?” He says and looks at me like I’m a mgician playing on him some cruel joke.
“Sir, you were absolutely right from beginning!” I say. “Moon’s up. Sun is down. That’s what you said, remember? The only detail here is that the illuminated side of Moon is pointing up but Sun is down behind the horizon. That it’s indicating that the light source shining on the Moon supposes to be above the Moon. So it can’t be the light from the Sun because Sun is below the horizon. Is that CLEAR?”
“Yeah. I see that.”
“But the official ‘scientific’ opinion is that Moon is illuminated by Sun. Yes?”
“Sure. Everybody knows that. No Revelation here thus far. You are not showing me something I don’t know. Just give it up please”
“So according to this what they are teaching you at school Moon is illuminated by Sun. But as you see now the light that is illuminating Moon is coming from above. Is that right?”
“That’s correct. The Moon is illuminated by the Sun from above. But the Sun is below there…Wait a minute. ”
“That’s exactly what I’m showing you. It’s about 20 minutes after Sunset. Sun is behind the horizon. Far below Moon. But the light that illuminates Moon… this light comes from above, not from the direction where Sun is located. You see that?”
“Wait a minute! That’s not fucking right. What’s going on here?” He says looking at me as I just committed a fraud.
“So the official ‘scientific’ claim is that Moon doesn’t shine with its own light and that Moon only reflects the light of Sun.
“Well, I remember this is what we were taught at school.”
“But this you see now doesn’t look like the official ‘scientific’ version of reality you were told.”
“Are you fucking with my brain?”
“No sir, it isn’t me. Those who told you all those lies are those who are fucking with your brain. Not me. What I’m doing now is washing your brain from that shit that they put into your brain. That’s all.”
“Is it always like that? The illuminated part of the Moon is directed up while the Sun is bellow?”
“Not always but most of the time you can see it before Sunset and it lasts sometimes over an hour after Sunset. Sometimes it’s more distinct; sometimes less. But you can see it almost in every Moon cycle.”
“And nobody can notice that? Why? Why? Why?” Aggravated, he lights two cigarettes and desperately smokes both of them. “Why there is not a one person among 7 billion people who was able to notice that? Why? I can’t fucking believe it. What’s going on with all the people of the world? Who are we?”
“That’s very simple. People’s minds got damaged through lies and deception that were put in our basic education. This damage is so huge that people are proudly celebrating it as their highest achievement. It became their identity and they see it as their greatest intellectual, cultural, mental and scientific sophistication. Being it that state they can’t question that. How could they? It keeps them in a hypnotic state. Looks like this brain damage turning them into retards.”
“I understand that average people are very stupid. They can get permanently blocked. But I just don’t understand why no one from the scientific world never, ever mentioned that?” He speaks with a sadness and confusion like a child that was kidnapped by his own parents.
“Because those who know Truth about Reality they get paid for not telling you the Truth. And those who don’t know the Truth about reality, those get paid for not knowing it.”
“Unprecedented! My head is exploding!”
“That’s only a tip of an iceberg.” I say and I sweep my hand across the sky. “Everything what is important got inverted to fuck up your ability to see and to understand what’s really going on. A person who believes his floor is rotating will swallow any outrageous lie."
“Why someone will be doing it?”
“It creates a state of hypnosis. If I can hypnotize you it will put you under my control. But this is worse then that. It’s a mass hypnosis. It keeps everyone in that state and if an individual wakes up and tries to inform others, this individual will be ridiculed, isolated, discriminated totally; ousted from society, rejected by friends and family, fired from the job, in many cases criminalized and destroyed. Just imagine you start telling this to your colleges at work. How they will look at you. You think you will keep your job?”
“No.”
“The most perfidious is that it has been executed not by some institution established to destroy you, but it will be done just be the others who are under hypnosis. The whole thing works like a self perpetuating stomach.”
The guitar repairman just stands there. No sign of acceptance or rejection. Transparent apathy.
“But there are some remedies to not get digested. Listen to this. The frequency of this music will connect you with the Supreme Power of Universe; make you resilient.” I hand him my business card.
He clutches at the card as if it was a rope that will pull him from drowning and he reads syllable by syllable:
Music in Cosmic 432 Frequency
Healing — Transforming — Mesmerizing
https://www.reverbnation.com/solyot
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