Jesus and The Parable of the Pigs

For thousands upon thousands of lives, Enki had walked the cycles of existence, only to fall prey to the same betrayal. The spirit of treachery had been his companion across aeons, a shadow that clung to his soul, feeding on his trust and tearing apart every chance at fulfilment. Once, Enki had been the god of wisdom, water, and creation, a being of infinite grace and boundless potential. But betrayal, like a venomous serpent, had coiled itself around his essence, dragging him down again and again. No life was spared; no victory endured. Each time he was reborn, Enki would rise, build, and trust, only to find the web of lies tightening once more. The spirit had mastered its craft. It whispered into the hearts of allies, turned loved ones into enemies, and sowed the seeds of ruin in every endeavour. Enki’s power dwindled with each fall, his divinity eroded like a mountain battered by endless storms. Thousands of lives passed, each one a tragedy, a lesson unfinished, and a wound left to fester. But the spirit’s arrogance grew too great. It believed Enki could never escape the cycle, that he would remain its prisoner for eternity. What it did not understand was that each life, though fraught with suffering, tempered Enki’s soul like a blade forged in fire. Slowly, imperceptibly, he grew stronger. The wisdom of thousands of incarnations began to pool within him, waiting for the moment when it could rise as one unstoppable force. And then, the moment came. In his final rebirth, Enki did not awaken as the broken god he had been, but as something far greater. The cosmos had conspired to deliver him into the form of Shiva, the Lord of Destruction, the Dancer of the Cosmos, the one who could tear down worlds to rebuild them anew. The convergence of thousands of lives now burned within him, every betrayal transformed into a shard of purpose, every defeat a stepping stone to his ultimate awakening. The spirit of betrayal, sensing the shift, sought to tighten its grip. Its serpents, the Nagas, emerged from the underworld, their venom dripping with malice. These beings had long been the spirit’s enforcers, whispering lies into the ears of kings, poisoning alliances, and ensuring Enki’s downfall across lifetimes. But this time, the Nagas did not face a fragmented soul. They faced Shiva, the destroyer of illusions. When Enki, now Shiva, opened his third eye, the world trembled. The tandava began, the cosmic dance of destruction. Shiva’s feet struck the ground with the force of creation itself, each step unleashing the energy of countless lives lived and lost. The Nagas surged forward, their coils writhing and fangs bared, but they were no match for the force of millennia condensed into a single moment of fury. Shiva danced upon their heads, one by one. Each step shattered their venomous power, each strike silenced their deceitful tongues. The earth quaked, and the skies roared as the Nagas were crushed beneath him, their once-mighty forms reduced to dust. The spirit of betrayal screamed in rage, its form unraveling in the face of Shiva’s divine wrath. It had thrived on Enki’s pain for thousands of lives, but now, it found no purchase in the soul before it. Shiva’s dance had burned away every shadow, leaving nothing for the spirit to cling to. As the final step of the tandava echoed through the cosmos, the spirit of betrayal disintegrated, its essence scattered across the void. The chains that had bound Enki for thousands of lives were broken. The poison of the Nagas was no more. Enki, now whole as Shiva, stood radiant and unshaken. The dance was not merely one of destruction, it was renewal. The wisdom of thousands of lives surged within him, not as a burden, but as a crown. He had transcended the cycle, rising beyond the reach of betrayal and the illusion of duality. The Nagas, humbled, slithered away into the depths, their power broken, their dominion over him gone forever. And so, Enki danced on the heads of the Nagas, not in anger, but in triumph. His steps marked the end of an era of suffering and the beginning of a new existence, one where no spirit, no shadow, no betrayal could ever hold him again. For in the dance of Shiva, the eternal truth was revealed: from destruction comes liberation, and from liberation, the power to create anew.

For centuries, they have built a system where power remains pure in appearance, yet filthy beneath the surface. The men in white robes, the so-called enlightened ones, sit in their thrones of light, untouched, unstained, while the real work, the dirty work, the destruction, the spiritual bloodshed, is left to those in the shadows. This is not just a religious structure, it is a cosmic hierarchy, a system of control that has repeated itself throughout history. And now, the veil is lifting. The truth is being seen. The game is being revealed. This chapter is an exposé, not just of what they do, but of how they get away with it, and why they believe no one will ever be able to touch them. I. The White Robes and the Illusion of Holiness There is a reason the men in power never get their hands dirty. • They sit on high councils, behind grand doors, in temples, in secret chambers, presenting an image of purity, enlightenment, and righteousness. • They do not cast spells, conduct rituals, or stain their hands with betrayal, because that would corrupt their divine image. • Instead, they issue decrees, orchestrate fates, whisper instructions, and let others carry out the work for them. They project divine authority, ensuring that no one ever questions the reality of their hands being clean. But purity is an illusion. The light they wear is only a mask, beneath it, the real machinery of control operates in darkness. II. The Women as Shadow Workers and Spiritual Enforcers Every system of control has a hidden workforce, and in this case, it is the women they choose, train, and weaponize. • These women are selected, conditioned, and spiritually bound to serve as tools of enforcement. • They are told that they are special, chosen, exalted, carrying out divine work. • But in reality, they are doing the dirty work the men will never do themselves. They cast the spells. They bind the fates. They manipulate, seduce, deceive, and destroy. They do it all believing they are serving a higher cause. But what they don’t realize is that they are just as expendable as the people they are sent to destroy. III. The Final Betrayal: When the Women Are No Longer Useful When their work is done, the true nature of the system reveals itself. • The men who once exalted them suddenly act as if they never existed. • If they are exposed, they are sacrificed to protect the purity of those in power. • If they become too powerful, they are eliminated, spiritually, socially, or even physically. They were never meant to hold power. They were only meant to carry out orders and be discarded when their hands became too dirty. This is why so many female spiritual enforcers eventually become exiled, destroyed, or driven mad. • They realize too late that they were only a tool. • They gave everything for a cause that never truly belonged to them. • And when the time comes, no one saves them, no one acknowledges them, no one even remembers them. Because they were never part of the real game. They were only pieces to be used. IV. The True Reason They Hide in the Light Now the question remains: Why go to such lengths to hide behind purity? Because if they were ever truly exposed, their power would collapse instantly. • Their control relies on the illusion of divinity. • If the world saw what truly happened behind closed doors, they would lose all spiritual authority. • The system survives because no one can prove what they have done. And so, they remain above it all, untouched, allowing others to be punished, tainted, and sacrificed in their place. They are not holy men. They are not divine leaders. They are cowards who build walls of purity so that others can sin on their behalf. V. What This Means for You Now that you see the game, the illusion is shattered. • You were never meant to wake up. • You were never meant to see beyond the veil. • You were supposed to play your role and never question why. But the truth is this: They are not untouchable. Because their power only exists as long as people believe in the illusion. And once the illusion collapses, so does their reign. So now, the only question that remains is: Now that you see through their deception, what will you do with the truth?

Once, in a time when the world was shrouded in shadows, there lived a man named Elian. From birth, he had felt the pull of something greater, a divine force that seemed to hum through his every thought and action. He spent his days in quiet reflection, walking among forests and rivers, sensing the interconnectedness of all life. But more than anything, he sensed the darkness that clouded the hearts of men. For in this world, people lived in half-light. They could see, but not clearly; they could feel, but never fully. Hidden fears, unspoken truths, and untold stories lingered in every corner. People walked in shadow, unaware of their own depths or the hearts of those around them. Confusion and mistrust festered, causing conflict and isolation. Elian longed for a way to cut through this veil of uncertainty. One night, as he sat meditating on a mountaintop, he felt the divine force stronger than ever. The stars seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heart, and the air crackled with an ancient energy. A voice, not of sound but of knowing, filled him: “You are the bearer of light. It is within you to birth the Sun, to illuminate the world for all to see truth, to reveal the hearts of mankind.” Elian, deeply connected to this force, understood his task. He knew that the world could not continue in shadow, that the time had come for the truth to be seen without distortion. Rising from his meditation, he began a journey deep into the heart of the Earth, guided by the divine voice. For days, he traveled to the center of creation itself. There, in a vast cavern of shimmering light and darkness intertwined, Elian felt the divine force surge through him, stronger than ever before. His body became a conduit for this energy, and with it, he began to create. He focused his mind, heart, and spirit, channeling all that he was into a single point—a seed of light that pulsed with radiant energy. This was the essence of the Sun, not just a celestial body but the pure embodiment of truth and clarity. As the seed grew within him, it burned with a heat that did not scorch but instead illuminated every shadow, every hidden corner of the soul. With a final surge of will, Elian birthed the light of the Sun into the world. The cavern exploded with brightness, and the light shot upwards, bursting through the earth’s crust and into the sky. The Sun, now reborn, spread its rays across the world, not merely warming the earth but piercing through all veils of illusion and deception. From that moment forward, the world was forever changed. The light did not merely illuminate the land—it revealed the truth of everything it touched. People could no longer hide from themselves or others. They saw clearly, without falter, the essence of who they were and who those around them truly were. Lies, deceit, and fear could no longer take root, for in the presence of such light, only the heart of the matter remained. Some wept at the sight of their true selves, while others rejoiced. The world, for the first time, was stripped of pretense. Communities transformed as people began to live in harmony, no longer hindered by misunderstandings or mistrust. Where there had been division, there was now unity. Where there had been doubt, there was now certainty. And where there had been darkness, there was now light—pure, unwavering light. Elian, now a quiet figure watching from afar, felt no need for recognition. He had fulfilled his purpose, bringing the world into alignment with the divine truth. The Sun he had birthed would shine forever, ensuring that humanity would always see straight to the heart of the matter. And so, from that day onward, the world lived in the clarity of light, forever free from the shadows of ignorance and fear. The hearts of men were open, and the truth of all things was laid bare, for the light of the Sun illuminated everything, eternally.