“I read that the gnostics believe when we are born we are forced to forget where we have come from in order to deal with the trauma of arriving in this life.” – Thom Yorke

“It’s like we were watching a movie, and then suddenly we’re acting in it.” – Xanopticon

This post will analyze the lyrics behind Thom Yorke’s (of Radiohead) solo album Anima. This album is coded and loaded with deep esoteric wisdom, which can be gleaned with some help from my discussions with Z on how the Gnostic Sophia myth plays out in all things. Z is an ‘insider’ so to speak.

He told me that Thom Yorke’s lyrics, like most popular music, was ghost written by children in the MK Ultra projects being ‘mused.’ This means that the dark forces find gifted children who can connect to the Source Field and channel/generate this material, and then the material is extracted by weaponized psychics working for the dark side. Z was used in this way as a child. He claims to have written almost all of Nirvana’s lyrics. He  also co-authored the Secret Space Program fictional narrative being bandied about by Archontic half-truthers like Aug Tellez, Corey Goode, David Wilcock, and basically anyone interviewed by Project Camelot or Gaia TV. 

This phenomenon of musing children to write lyrics, movie ideas, etc. is what Donald Marshall was pretending to single-handedly be for practically the entire pop music industry and Hollywood.

Without further ado…

Song: Dawn Chorus (track #4)

The whole album is a conversation between the son, the Christ principle or Christ body and the Cosmic Mother. Yorke’s soprano voice is thus a good spout-piece or conduit for both these masculine and feminine principles, anima and animus.

Verse 1 of this song is Christ talking to the Mother, or what can also be described as the Father talking to her through one of the children of Christ. Through someone who has really gripped the Father principle, is saying to the Mother, to Sophia:

“Back up the cul-de-sac

Come on, do your worst

You quit your job again

             And your train of thought”           

Her ‘job’ being to release, to let go of the material and the karma, in order to bridge masculine and feminine in the divine union of the Twin Souls. In the Gnostic bent of this, (and Z’s take) is that the process is completed by Father and Mother Sophia hesitated by her hall of mirrors, the illusiory material world that she helped create.  The female soul always seems to be the weaker one in need of saving by the man. Or in traditional religious orthodoxy, Eve is blamed for the Fall. But really on the highest interpretation of this its traditionally the failings of the woman in the pair of opposites to return to the Biune Spirit because she represents matter, and the male spirit, another diad.

“If you could do it all again

A little fairy dust

A thousand tiny birds singing

If you must, you must

Please let me know

When you’ve had enough

Of the white light

Of the dawn chorus

If you could do it all again”

The Christ principle (who saves her) is taunting her about how we have to keep repeating these cycles, or reflections of self from her broken mirror, so she can play out her narcissism this way, through these bodies, the ‘dawn chorus’ of vessels controlled by the One, by the Mother.

Second verse, Sophia’s reply:

“If you could do it all again

Yeah, without a second thought

I don’t like leaving

The door shut

I think I missed something

But I’m not sure what

In the middle of the vortex

The wind picked up

Shook up the soot

From the chimney pot

Into spiral patterns

Of you, my love”

‘Her love’ being the Father. But by thinking that she ‘keeps missing something,’ and going back, resetting her Matrix, she is doing the one thing that will keep her from seeing him again, her bridegroom.

Song: I Am a Very Rude Person (track #5)

The beat picks up a bit on the very next track, we lose the whimsy love story and turn to a more dark bluesy pattern. This is the Mother speaking to Christ in one of her Samaelic/Satanic/Transhumanist moods. Wanting to escape the process started by the Father, the Cosmic Moment.  Stretch separation to the breaking point.

[Intro]

“Won’t bother me

You don’t mean a thing, but it won’t bother me

You don’t mean a thing, but it won’t bother me

You don’t mean a thing, but it won’t bother me”

(Mom is downplaying the importance of the Christ anomaly, and of the soul.)

[Verse 1]

“I have to find my way in the dark

(You don’t mean a thing, but it won’t bother me)

I have to take a knife to your art

(You don’t mean a thing, but it won’t bother me)

I have to find some way to escape

I have to walk but I wanna stay”

This desire for escape is the Demiurge seeking oblivion, a way out. (Or else a way to stay, to linger in the material world, like the fallen angels.) This is the fall, this is the root of the darkness we are up against. The parasites in power don’t want to steal your energy to use it for something, they just want to eat it for oblivion. Think about how a parasite like a leech works. They steal energy from the host until the host dies, but once their host is dead they run out of a food source and die as well. THAT’S WHAT OBLIVION MEANS. That is what the ‘Illuminati’ REALLY are, stripped of all veneer and science fiction. Leeches seeking death of the host and then death of themselves. The mistake that 99% of conspiracy theorists make is trying to find a logical reason for the game moves the so-called ‘power elite’ make on the game-board. This has them scratching their heads and debating and spinning their wheels ad infinitum. 

[Verse 2]

“I have to hope this spell’s going to break

I have to destroy to create

I have to be rude to your face

I’m breaking up your turntables

Now I’m gonna watch your party die”

Satan coming to break up the party. Party foul.

So you can see how in many of these inspired albums we have this love story between the child-become Father (activated human) and the Mother. A love story which inevitably turns sour because she goes into one of her moods, switching into her dark alters, the principalities of Samael, Lilith and Azazel, etc.

We’re led through predictive programming not to trust her, even though she is also the Goddess of wisdom. It’s just that it comes with the Archonic, buzzing technoid insect-like demonism as a package deal. It’s the Lucifer who wanted to be first and do it better, its the Anti-Christ forces wanting to rule in Hell rather than serve in Heaven. That’s what we came here to eat, to digest inside her, thus liberating her and humanity once and for all. But we are digesting that part within ourselves as well.

Some say we are reaching an apex point or culmination, for good or bad, on a solar, cosmic scale, where humanity as a collective can either ascend to higher states or be absorbed by the sleep of oblivion back into Source, where their Divine Ego that is coeternal to Source and never incarnated here, can wait a new Solar Cycle.

Song: Twist (track #3)

[Bridge]

“It’s like weed
A boy on a bike who is running away
An empty car in the woods, the motor left running
It’s like weed”

These lines are talking about what the alt media is calling “NPC’s” or Non-player characters – ‘an empty car with the motor left running…’ – bodies without souls, being played by the demonic AI take-over. They grow ‘like weeds:’ The ‘boy on the bike running away’ are the children of the Father, the ones with souls, getting lost in the shuffle, absorbing the habits of the NPC’s, drowning in their frequency.

Song: The Axe (track #7)

Voice – the Christ principle, upset with Mom

[Verse 1]

“Goddamned machinery

Why don’t you speak to me?

One day I am gonna take an axe to you

The pitter patter

What does it matter?

And where’s that love

You promised me?

I’m pierced by long nails

By coloured windmills

Your soft sustaining envelope”

The ‘machinery’ of the Mother, her machinations, she won’t speak to him, Sophia is avoiding him, letting the AI run things. ‘Where’s that love you promised?’ he asks. And, ‘I’m pierced by long nails,’ you are crucifying me here, Mom. I am suffering in your world, the material world of her Matrix, her envelope.

[Refrain]

“I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal

I thought we had a deal…”

He is saying, ‘remember our love letters back and forth in track four ‘Dawn Chorus’ what happened to that part of you? What happened to our deal?’

Now we have Sophia’s reply:

[Verse 2]

“You bastards speak to me

Have you no pity?

Give me a goddamned good reason

Not to jack it all in

You wooden soldiers

I’m daring you to turn yourselves on”

‘To jack it all in’ meaning to plug the children of the Father fully into the AI matrix, (the desire to remain in the physical dream and separated from Source)

‘I’m daring you to turn yourselves on’ she is taunting us, daring us, to become activated humans. She is speaking to the people who have not awakened to the truth within themselves, too infested with the archons. She is calling us out for falling for her traps.

Song: Impossible Knots (track #8)

Voice: Lamenting Sophia

[Verse 1]

“I’m heading in the wrong direction

I can’t make the big connection

And in my line of business

There is no room for mess

[Verse 2]

I’m tied up in impossible knots”

The ‘knots’ are her MPD alters, her fixation for all her characters/clones/biobots/NPC’s) which are part of herself, they are her looking through double mirrors, infinite reflections, all tied up.

“I’ll take anything you got

I’ll take anything you got…”

A concession. She will take any of the activated, awakened humans we can muster up, as evidence that it is safe for her to dissolve, to complete the Cosmic moment. In true cosmic time, all that has actually happened is that the Father, one half of the Original State of Being, has dissolved into individuated souled humans. But its not enough.

As Elena Unger writes, “Time began nine months before the birth of Christ and ended in the same moment, but…it made, “so to speak, a great deal of noise in all directions.” 

Everything that has occurred after, all these Matrix cycles we’ve been playing out, are in dream-time, and it will fold in on itself when the Singularity hits, what is called in Kabbalah ‘the crossing of the 150th gate,’ the Omega Point.

[Chorus]

“I’ll be ready

I’ll be ready

I’ll be ready

I’ll be ready…”

She is reassuring us that when the final gate hits she will be ready to dissolve, to finish the process and restore the Holy Matrimony. Hope to God! This is the most optimistic part of the album. But again, we can’t become complacent and trust her, she is not whole, not until all the archons are digested (which won’t fully happen by the projected date; doesn’t mean its hopeless, it just means it will be that much harder to win, in that vital threshold moment between the cycles, in the abode of souls.) William Burroughs describes archontic attack as “black insect flak stabbing at his vitality centers.” This is what we must prepare for.

Final track: Runwayaway

“We are forever
We are forever
That’s when you don’t
That’s when you know
This is when you know who your real friends are
Who your real friends are…”

Immortality is gained by the marriage of the twin souls that have purged their karma in the post-death astral realms. In order to withstand these realms you need to “know who your friends are” which are the memories of good deeds, service to other, etc. which will help you navigate your path through your bad deeds and demonic thoughts and attachments.

Obadiah 1:4 (WEB) “Though you mount on high as the eagle, and though your nest is set among the stars, I will bring you down from there, says Yahweh.”  – SophiYAH.

The Divine Ego must incarnate into flesh, the Most High will bring us down from their, the nest among the stars, to experience duality and separation. But these are only illusiory concepts as they only exist in the Son and not the Father. Or in aeon Sophia but not her consort, the Christos, etc.

“The wings are clipped
The bird half-cut
Gone is the one who made her home among the stars
A fall from grace
Becomes her art
Digging down
No looking up
When the riches and rewards are not enough
And all God’s children could give a fuck…” -Twelve Foot Ninja