"I want you to put your index finger and middle finger on your right hand and place it on your right carotid artery. Do this now," he said to the more than a thousand of the prior initiates.
"Good," he said with the same mono-toned voice that the initiates were used to. "Increase our families heartbeats to one hundred and ten beats per minutes," he commanded to some unknown controller.
And sure enough there was an in unison hum of mesmerizing affect throughout the soon to be graduates. The QCC (Quality Control Closer) sharpening the modifications which all the initiates, now graduates, were being fine tuned with these last little anecdotes before blossoming out into the Eden; which, they were all promised would come to those who obeyed throughout the rigorous eighteen months, eighteen days and eighteen hours of mind altering "Life Now With A Purpose" agenda and workshop.
The QCC almost smiled outwardly how easily humans could be so damn gullible. So damned...dumb. Was this the best God created? He himself being a Luciferian. All of so-called "God's Children" or "Christians" were anything but! Apply some pedestrian trauma to them, any of them and they break their respective necks to pledge allegiance to the "Dark Side." Pitiful.
"Decrease heart rate to seventy-five beats per minute," he commanded to someone and seemingly no one again. The same response came from the human chattel.
"Just too damn easy," he thought to himself. But to the soon to be graduates he commanded, "Put your hands down and rest them in your lap. Good. In nine seconds you will loose your breath for thirty seconds. Don't despair or panic...We will give our breath back to you after thirty-three seconds. Begin cessation," he commanded.
"Good Satan! Just too damn easy," he thought to himself again. But to the graduates he soothed, "Relax. Just relax. Good..."
(...to be continued...)
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