Testimony of the Archivist

“Men give me credit for some genius. All the genius I have lies in this; when I have a subject in hand, I study it profoundly. Day and night it is before me. My mind becomes pervaded with it. Then the effort that I have made is what people are pleased to call the fruit of genius. It is the fruit of labor and thought.”

― Alexander Hamilton

Welcome to the Serapeum, an archive of the Hidden History of Mankind. Named after the destroyed libraries of great Alexandria, repository of ancient knowledge.

I am The Archivist and this is my testimony:

Why do you believe in God?

Most people, even of faith, do not have much of an answer to this question. As a former anti theist turned devout Christian, here’s my journey:

I studied history, philosophy, logic, debate, atheism, the deep state and secret societies and what they believe and what they’ve done over history and what they worship and what *those* things did to mankind before (and after) the flood. They aren’t aliens, the way the government, media, Hollywood, alien disclosure movement, and Satanist founded Ancient Aliens shows want you to think. They are fallen angels

I studied science, geography, ancient maps, establishment “science”, mythology, cosmology, theology, antediluvian (pre-flood) history, mystery Babylon, and of course all the modern conspiracies like 9/11 and operation mockingbird.  Turns out much of what we consider to be solid Science is actually just secret society infiltration and manipulation. Scientism and Dogma, not Scientific Method. And the actual scientific method only affirms the existence of the Creator! We have an entire section here on “Deep State Science.”

I studied it all and confidently feel that for the learned person who makes time to study these topics (isn’t that the catch?), finding God is inevitable. I think proving creationism is quite doable based on the current state of human knowledge. On this archive we’ve given more than sufficient evidence for a reasonable mind to know God is real. And there’s much more about the world available here.

I was as anti theist as one can get. I truly believed religion was a source of humanity’s ills. I learned how to debate religion very well by practicing against religion (mini Christopher Hitchens)

When I became a censored reporter and began to dig into the deep state, the elite, and their belief systems…I became a devout fundamentalist Christian Apologist.

Establishment Geneticists, Cosmologists, Virologists, Physicists, Evolutionists,  etc push a heavily flawed ‘politically correct’ theoretic version of humanities past as though it were fact. “Out of Africa” saying we’re all linked to a common ancestor “missing link” they can’t seem to find. (Should be billions) Downplaying RH- genetics (hybrid humanity+something.)

Historians rewrite history in such a way to advance their careers and not implode this house of cards narrative, such as White Hebrews were all over North America before anyone else thousands of years ago. Archeologists destroying footprints of humans and dinosaurs walking together, Fake News hiding the truth, Big Pharma medical doctors poisoning our health and completely forgetting about informed consent as soon as the government tells them to.  …. Educators that dumb kids down, and molest them. Atheistic Communism pushed (and created) by actual Satanists whose goal is to destroy Christianity and the nuclear family. Common core included and Critical Race Theory are just recent tactics in a long war against our minds.

It’s nothing new, Fake News has been writing most of human history. It’s time we set the record straight. It’s time we learn our hidden past.

What does it all mean?

We’ve built a map, follow it – and you too will find God hidden in the pages of history and the censored secrets of “science.”

The Map

Due to the nature of the dangerous information presented on this archive, I’ve chosen to remain somewhat anonymous and represent myself with artwork in this thumb, rather than my face.

I’m a public figure and reporter, a journalist and bestselling author whose one of the most heavily censored voices in independent today.

And even I’m afraid of the backlash from the incredible truths on this website.

I pray that you find it of value, fellow seeker.

~The Archivist

p.s. – Epstein didn’t kill himself and neither would I. If I fall, don’t let this knowledge disappear.

Back up everything, and make copies. Spread the truth.

 

For those looking to follow the steps I took to go from hardcore anti theist debater to “Scientific fundamentalist Christian Yeshuite Apologist” It’s summarized, in the very same order I took, in the “rabbit holes” linked below:

The Rulers of Darkness – The Illuminati’s Greatest Secrets Revealed

SCIENTISM – The Cult of False Sciences

Biblical Earth – Young, Stationary, Geocentric, Flat, Hollow & Domed

 

My Life.
My Life.

 

my life started a bit rough you know

boose and heroin ruled the day

my folks had the money for dope

but we kids were always in the way.

as they pushed past in the hall

my eyes would follow suit

for my mother, I would call

with my heart broken in two

silence loudly echoed then

my breath was ragged hoarse and stiff

one could hear a dropping pin

as I wince and bite my lip

30 minutes pass or so

awake we all would snap

to agonizing screams and moans

that would soon follow the slap

They fought sometimes till daylight

till my eyes were sunken in

the morning sun was too bright

as we ran away again

scared to death wed all return

hungry cold and wet

my mom would be there bruised and burnt

her eyes forlorn and set

as if she was looking past me

she coaxed us into the house

ill go get food she promised we

as soon as he passes out

yeah she was just a junkie

she could not help herself

shed take off down to mickey ds’

made us promise not to tell

a few hours later she’d come home

with a burger, we could split

then disappear into the room

she must have got some shit

when dad got home they’d start again

this never-ending fight

nonsensical hallucinations

the fodder for the night

don’t burn me, please I heard her scream

hysterical, hurt and scared

my dad lit up his zippo and

then he grabbed her by the hair

I smelled the lighter fluid strong

mom’s naked, bound, and wet

tied to a chair in just a thong

as dad yelled, “Go to bed!”

“You’re gonna tell me who you’re fucking!”

“I’m gonna kill the prick!”

“Sold your snatch for dope you whore!”

“I bet that it was rick!”

Luckily they screamed so long

the lighter had run out

then he held the thing against my mom

I cried when she screamed “OUCH!”

He left her there, went to his room,

shot up and fell asleep

then I tended to her wounds

as jay untied her feet

go get my robe she’d say aloud

and we would run around

trying to find the tattered robe

the blood had stained it brown

sometimes we’d get our hopes up

that she would take us with

shed return like a frightened pup

with another baggie full of shit

shed go and wake dad up

I would hear “I’m sorry” then

Till dope sick made them throw up

then the nightmare starts again.

for anyone that’s hurting

and wondering what to do

I’m telling you you’re loved and wanted

that’s enough to pull you through.

For all of those who doubt me

for anyone not sure

this poem is about me

and all that I’ve endured

I lift my hands to heaven

I bow my head to Christ.

He’s given me this calling.

Know he has paid the price.