The Capstone Returns – Part Two
The Capstone Returns – Part Two
I did not write to gather followers. I wrote because I remembered. I wrote because the silence was too thick, the deception too loud, and the spell too well-cast. And I have known since the beginning of this path that through my works, I would receive help—not applause, not coins, but alignment.
This is the continuation of what I revealed yesterday. The great Eye. The fog that fell over the people. The trumpet that sounded. And the knowing—that the sky will crack open, and something will be revealed.
It is time to speak plainly.
We are not waiting for the end. We are building the place within where the Capstone can return while we are still alive. This is the New Heaven on Earth—not above, not beyond, but here. We are not escaping the world. We are reclaiming it.
And the clearest symbol of this deception has always been the one-dollar bill.
The Dollar Spell
There is no coincidence in the symbols chosen. The unfinished pyramid. The floating Eye. The phrase "In God We Trust" printed on a piece of paper that enslaves the entire world.
Jesus said, "Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's." He never sanctified money. He recognized it as a system of empire. A necessary evil. A tool to be handled with care, not worship.
And he said, "You cannot serve both God and Mammon." Mammon—the spirit of greed and control that infused itself into our currencies, our institutions, our ambitions.
The one-dollar bill is not just currency. It is a sigil. A contract.
The Eye above the pyramid says: "You are not complete. The divine is separate from you. The power is watching, not within."
The pyramid is unfinished because the capstone—the divine self—has been withheld.
And we, forced to trade pieces of our soul for paper, accepted this system as reality.
Trump and the Poor: Both See the Lie
Here is the irony: Trump, with all the wealth in the world, saw the lie. And I, with none—struggling for resources, scraping together beauty from what little I had—saw the same.
Because truth is not filtered through wealth. It cuts through illusion no matter your placement.
Each of us, in our own mirrors, witnessed the fog descend. Each saw the need to restore the Capstone—not in marble, but in being.
The Two Scenarios
There are two timelines I see.
1. The Eye Descends
A global event. A sky anomaly. A solar flash. Or something "other" appearing visibly. It triggers shock, awe, confusion. Those who have done the internal work will discern. Others will bow to the counterfeit light.
2. The Capstone Rises
The internal Christos-Sophia light activates in millions silently. No grand broadcast. Just a shift. A refusal to feed the beast. A returning to beauty. A claiming of sovereignty.
I believe we are walking both.
The Followers Illusion
How bizarre, this world of platforms and follower counts. As if worth is measured in digital eyes. I have none, and that is by design.
I saw through the cargo cult. I refused to turn my frequency into bait. I have shouted truth into the wind, and though few heard, the resonance seeded the grid.
Now I feel it: something is checking off boxes, not in judgment—but recognition.
My Works Are My Receipts
People ask for proof.
I show my works. I show the years of writing, of vision, of refusal to bow. I show the consistency of vibration.
This is the foundation. This is not the end.
Next, I will explore the last 100 years—how money shifted, how the spell deepened, how cryptocurrency is the next layer. Not to warn, but to reveal.
We must understand the system we are leaving behind, not to fear it, but to transmute it.
The Capstone is returning. And it is not above us. It is within us.
