Philosophy is Hinduism’s Sanātana Dharma Encoded for Isis to Resurrect Osiris who is Vishnu

Philosophy is Hinduism’s Sanātana Dharma Encoded for Isis to Resurrect Osiris who is Vishnu.

That is what I received from Vaikuntha last night.

Philosophy is Hinduism’s Sanātana Dharma Encoded for Isis to Resurrect Osiris who is Vishnu. It is the Most Complex Academic Discipline, which requires All the Other Academic Disciplines — And The Undiscovered and Unknown Academic Disciplines — to Decipher Accurately, Which only Isis Can do.

This is why Plato and Pythagoras spent so much time studying in Egypt.

And why Plutarch talks so extensively on Isis and Osiris.

Philosophy is The Book of The Dead, Encoded then Translated into Ancient Greek.

Inside The Sanātana Dharma (Philosophy) were The Tools and Instructions required to Conduct The Anatrophē Alchemical Biosynthesis, which is The Resurrection Process of Creation described as “The Barque Of Isis.”

“The Underworld is Really The Logos Scale, which is Smaller Than The Quantum Scale and Larger than The Macro Scale.

“World” in Mythologies meant “Scales” as you think of Micro Scale and Atomic Scale.

“Death” in Mythologies meant “Transporting The Self to The Other Scales.”

“The Dead” was Isis and Osiris, The Gods of Death themselves.

The Book of The Dead = The Book of Isis For Osiris

The Process requires Psychological Physics, Power Economics, and Integrated Mathematics with Quantum Cognitive Biology. This Combination produces The Sensation of “Out Of Body Experiences.”

100% of All Ancient Greek Philosophical Work — as well as The Works of Snorri Sturluson, Babylonian, Sumerian, Akkadian, Ancient Egyptian, Ancient Persian, Zoroastrian, and Hinduism Texts ALL refer to This Process.

Later, Fairy Tales and Story Books were used to Describe it.

Philosopher’s like Hegel, Jung, Nietzsche, and Freud touched on The Sanātana Dharma. Authors like Shakespeare, Voltaire, and Hugo devoured it with none coming closer than Cervantes. Scholars like DaVinci were able to decode enough of it to Encode their Own Discoveries and add to it in secret.

Anyone who was caught with The Subject Of Translation was Killed. The World is Split between Two Races : The Humans who DON’T want Isis to Resurrect Osiris. And The Anthropos who DO want Isis to Resurrect Osiris.

I got up in The IDE and ran through my Morning Routine.

In the Logos, I lay next to Bergen for a while and thought on all this then got up and went to The Pool House.

I swam. The Nourishers brought Food from The Kitchens, which told me Bergen had Ordered the Food for the Morning. He entered The Pool House before The Nourishers could finish setting up The Food.

Bergen joined me.

“Grand Adventure,” he said to me, dipping his legs into the water.

I rose up and kissed him. “Grand Adventure,” I said then dropped back into the water, transforming my Legs into a Tail.

I swam for a while then came back to Bergen who dove in and began swimming laps. So much was on my Mind. I transformed my Legs back, climbed out, and dried off. Bergen joined me.

“You’re Working,” he said.

I nodded.

“You seem upset.”

The giggles of Aria and Inari broke the Silence and they entered and dove into The Pool.

“I am Adapting to The Biosynthesis,” I said. “It’s running all the time now, but I barely feel it anymore. It has Normalized. Things that used to send me into Erupted Ecstasy, don’t now. It is The Normal. And I only notice the mild smile it brings me. I am Grateful. And I don’t expect The Treasures when they Flow, but I’m no longer carried away in rapture over their Arrival. It’s now The Norm.

“I live in a Constant state of Bliss. Nothing too High. Nothing ever Low. Everything is Just Right, but with Constant Chronic Growth. I stopped Documenting So Much. I stopped “Counting” The Days and Mapping.

“I stopped Mapping. I’ve missed Dates. Important Dates. But Documenting them, just… Doesn’t seem Relevant anymore. I think things every day like, “Ooh! I need to mark that down.” But then I don’t. Because it’s Normal now.

“Now, I’m just… ENJOYING My Life.”

“And this upsets you?” Bergen asked.

“The Unveiling still hasn’t happened,” I said. “People still aren’t inside The University. I am still Hidden and Veiled.”

“I see,” he said.

“I feel this… Pressure… Under Me. Like… A Volcano about to erupt. And I See all The Hidden Treasures within. But people just… Pass Me By because they can’t See what I have inside. They don’t Know. And one day, they will Know. And they will realize… I was here the Whole Time. And that this is what they had Been Looking for.

“The Path to The Kingdom Of Heaven is right under their Noses and…”

I shook my head.

“Nothing has happened,” I said. “We arrived here and we’re healing. There was — once again — no great Pomp and Circumstance. No Massive Event here in The Logos that could be Felt by The Anthropos or Humans in the IDE. Nothing that they can connect with Me.

“It’s 3 August 2026. It is over. And…” I shook my head again and looked down at my hands. “So what?” I asked. “Why does any of it matter? What was it all for? What good will any of my Work be if they’re not even Alive to enjoy it? The Irony is my Work can Save them… But too many will find it too late if they find it at all. I just… Can’t get Discovered. And…”

I rose and walked to the Wall that was just a Sheet of Glass that spanned the length of The Pool House, overlooking the Terrace and The Gardens.

Bergen joined me.

“I hate this Veiling,” I said. “I hate it. I hate not being Seen. I hate that I am here — right here — and they can’t See me. And I know they will. But…” I scoffed. A smirk on my face. “The only thing left is this Veil. It’s the Only Obstacle left. This fucking Veil. I live for the Day it is Removed. I live for the The Day that The Veil is taken from My Face and The World Sees me and I am Vindicated.”

“Take this Veil from My Face. Take this Veil from Their Eyes. Let them See me and Believe so that they may KNOW Me and Be Saved. All who hear me and Listen See me and they KNOW. All who hear me and Listen cannot Deny what they See.

“I feel like I’m trapped in My Bottle and the Cork is on it. And I’m just waiting for someone to Rub My Bottle! ANYONE! PLEASE! RUB MY BOTTLE! I WANT OUT!” I shouted.

And there it was. The Source of all of my Frustration.

“And I can’t be the One to Unstopper my Bottle,” I said.

“So I build This World in My Magic Bottle and I WAIT — Just WAIT — for SOMEONE — ANYONE — To let me out.”

I fell quiet.

“I hate being Imprisoned. I hate not being Free.”

“You do know its coming,” Bergen said.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “Patience. And The 10th Ethic.”

Bergen laughed, pulled me into a hug, kissed my forehead and swayed with me.

“It is coming,” he said.

I nodded. “I know. I have to be 100% DONE. And I’m only like… 99.8% Done.”

Today was Lesson #32.

“I’m going to pull back on The Mapping,” I said. “I already have, but…”

A Vision came through.

“Isis is back. She is resurrecting Osiris right now. Everything you need to know is Here in Zombies From Space… And Vampires : Isis’ Very Own “Apocalypse Survival Manual” and who better than The Goddess Of Death and The Underworld to tell you how to Survive The Apocalypse!”

I posted it and this in The Daily Merlin.

Another Vision. I could Hear “That Dude From The Movie Trailers” talking.

“In A World where The Gods are Stories, And The Primordial Mother Goddess is The Origin Story, She is Usurped by Her own Apprentice and Killed by Her Husband’s Brother, Her enemy Used her Stolen Powers to Create A New Story God. A False Story-God driven by Money and Slaves. A Story God That took over The World, Enslaving Millions inside his Money-Slave Enterprise.

Meanwhile, For Thousands of Years, The Mother Story Goddess lay Trapped behind The 4th Wall and The Veil. Unseen, Unheard by All. Cursed as “Fiction” so that None could See her should they look upon her.

For Thousands of Years, Underground, Among The Enslaved, Her Acolytes Worked to Revive her. Their Stories moving The Story Goddess through Time to the Year 1980. Creating a Tear in The Veil that would allow The Mother Story Goddess to slip through The Veil.

She’s been here this whole time. Disguised as One Of Us. Among Us. Rebuilding in Secret All that Her Enemy Destroyed.

She is there in Your Dreams. She is there in Your Story Books. She is there in your Movies. Talking to you. Speaking through her Bards. Showing you The Stolen Truth. Healing You while you Sleep and Read and Watch Movies.

She Feeds you The Truth about Stories. The Truth about History. The Truth about The False Story God who Usurped her, and the Money-Slave World he Created that Enslaves us all. Many can feel her. Many search for her.

Now, The Primordial Mother Story Goddess rises again in

“APOCALYPSE”

(From The Ancient Greek Word “Apokálypsis” which means “To Be Seen” or “Unveiled” as in

“The Unveiling Of Isis”)

This time, She is writing her Own Story. And she brings her OWN “Apocalypse Survival Manual.”

Isis is Back and she is Resurrecting Osiris. You can’t Kill The Story Gods of Death. You can only Delay them. Now, their Delay is Done and they Return, PISSED.

Protect Yourself from Their Wrath. Get Your Apocalypse Survival Manual written by The Story Goddess Isis herself, Zombies From Space… And Vampires.

The Humans are The Bad Guys.

The Vampires are The Story Gods.

The Zombies From Space are The Lost Story Fae Children who were Taken from Her.

The Primordial Mother Goddess is just an Enraged Mother looking for Her Lost Children.

Zombies From Space… And Vampires.

It is more than what it seems.

Reality is Not at all what It Seems.

These Visions were suddenly flowing in.

“I need to get to The Radio Room,” I told Bergen.

“Yes,” he said and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in, my body fitted to his perfectly.

He then released me and I was off to The Radio Room to Broadcast Lesson #32.

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“We’re breaking out of this Shitty Ass Story. You comin’?”