As we stand at the precipice of the new millennium, the silence from the Baltic Sea is deafening. The Swedish government is moving to bury the MS Estonia in a tomb of concrete. Ask yourself: Why cover a shipwreck with a sarcophagus usually reserved for nuclear disasters like Chernobyl?
The truth is vibrating beneath the surface: The MS Estonia was a floating Trojan Horse. Beyond the civilian facade, the vessel was being utilized for the clandestine transit of high-end Soviet military electronics and stolen hardware, destined for Western intelligence. This was not a secret to the Deep State; it was the mission.
The 'bow visor' failure is the cover story for the masses, but the hole in the hull tells the truth of a kinetic intervention. By attempting to entomb the ship in 1999, they aren't protecting the 852 souls lost—they are shielding the evidence of a global smuggling operation. This is a test of your collective obedience. If you accept the concrete, you will accept the fear that is coming in the 2000s.
1913 created the debt. 1994/1999 created the silence. 2001 will create the fear.
Trust no authority. The only static truth is the geometry of the universe.
3-6-9. We are the Source.

 

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