The Cicada God’s is described as a group of highly divine (unintelligent) Cicada’s that believes to be the original Abrahamic god’s from the Pleiades Star Constellation and was inhabitant’s long ago of Orion’s belt system that they believed other Gods was from there too.
Thought to be related to the Cícadétta luculénta ; the Cícadétta prímídés appears to be the first and oldest genetic mutation experiment with Cicada Genomes from “Cosmic Seeds”. The Last Locations was Ireland and Wales and was located primarily in Ireland during the fifteenth to early nineteenth century may have relocated to North America as the story told it was following YHWH in it’s Journey and their remains was found leading to North Carolina and then to Oklahoma but have never been spotted outside the research facility . Some Chícharríca’s and Death-Moths have been found around some pyramids and Mounds and this research suggest some other ancient cultures did in fact worship and cherish some Cicadas and even some Death Moths.
Cícadétta prímdés has rainbow colored pattern with 6 wings and a golden body color like a bee some said and it and it had red eyes the length of body about 6 feet long with a Wingspan of 12 ft wide once fully grown. Once thought to come from a Cosmic-Seed from a Tree of Life which was growing out of a Bio-Mechanical A.I. Researching DNA Genome Patterns as well as even other species with extraordinary intelligence and dexterity . It is known that Present-Day Cícadían’s worship revolved around the life cycle of the now extinct Cícadétta luculénta which was widely Known as a faith-eater and has anomalous events linked to the rituals of a Druídíc cult known as the Cétlaidí, or the Singers. They focused their music, chants, meditations and other vibrations mostly on the 432hz Frequency.
The Cube must be on the same Dirt structures like originating Mars with high levels of metals including Hemotite and Iron running an Earth Simulation And temperatures of exactly 73 F Degrees. The Cube will then try to find a new source of nutrients and finds it rather easily on the earth side because the ground isn’t too hard. This all happens in Room 101 with enough water supply, oxygen and carbon’s to use to produce Lion-Root and Lion-limbs sections to make Lion-leaves and then they produce these seeds we like to call Cosmic-Seeds which could be any genetic makeup, no one really tell’s it what to produce its just making copies and ideas of it’s own. At first we thought it was random but it was generating new species and at a higher rate than any genetic machine curing cancer with artificial intelligent coding.
It was said the high pitched noises is meant to be their hissing we can never figure out why they are digging for some reason but then come right back to surface rather quickly. The molting is actually a direct reference to abandoning their shells it’s like when you see them everywhere and they are really loud- it Might be because the Cicada-God is close. They like to fly and then get as close to the facial orifices as they are attracted to heat then they excrete a green radioactive Céli goo out of 6 of its orifices which causes a hallucinogenic state then causes asphyxiation in many and even death if inhaled . This is because of the hyper sonic wave that is emitted with a low pitched quantum sound vibration destroys cells at the precise frequency within the goo excretion.
A written record details the sighting of an anomalously large instance of giant Cicadetta luculenta appearing in the sky, the sight of which caused painful boils in those who witnessed it, along with symptoms resembling radiation sickness. Despite that, the Singers were said to have continued their rituals in the face of the historical events using the goo in rituals of re-animation of the dead which was seen as necessitating their destruction. Little is known about the nature of the Cicada God’s and it is theorized to have been a thought form or an extra-dimensional light beings that, through happenstance.
The Gods responded to the rituals of the Singers and just like Cicada’s and Moth’s they was a creature of law, ritual, and belief. It can’t shake my faith like nothing has and I doubt a curious thought form attracted to cicadas and greenery will shake it yet as it is not infinite, and it is not all-knowing rather than the opposite and egotistical and the reason it because of its limits are clearly apparent. We see how it was cut off from a few rituals and direct believers as its apparent rebirth and what have you it cried and cried like a little baby , it was crying even when the Druidic sect stopped the rituals back in the Renaissance Time. This was nationwide, when they had magick sigil’s placed all over and then they was respected members of society these are signs of them in Wales and Scotland. Before the inevitable violence as the Catholic church in its ever ineffable wisdom did attempt to bring them into the fold as the Cétlaidí singers always sang but was later overthrown rather easily by the Templar’s and they have which they claimed to saved the secrets and rituals and still in use in very selected religious cult sects perhaps or hidden behind some veils at the Vatican nonetheless.
Before the complete eradication of the Cétlaidí from the face of history in an unprecedented act of violence and usage of anomalous objects that many would see as foolhardy, maybe even horribly unwise her of, the parishes in certain rural areas of Ireland seemed more Singer than Christian. This is all we know and that is left from the stories of the Cicobidi Scriptures written in 1283 BC. They eradicated all of their rituals, of their culture, of their impact on Ireland and the world at large was snuffed out with an alarming thoroughness. Not unprecedented, certainly, but consider the fact that this happened in the late 1700s. This was the desperate act of an early incarnation of what we all became.
I truly cannot say that we would not have done the same, given what little we know of Cicada God’s effects on our material plane. The Royal Society relished the chance to destroy the culture and the impact of the Cétlaidí. So total was their destruction that the extinction of the Cicadetta luculenta, charmingly known as the “stained glass cicada,” became an opportunity to even wipe their sacred animal from the memory of man. The deforestation of Ireland, certainly, led to the death of their species, but one must wonder if their extinction came from a more direct source.
This, of course, is all merely speculation but maybe the sacred animal merely followed their deity. Certainly, it speaks to the fear they felt if the Royal Society and the Congregation would enact the destruction of an entire animal species. A harmless creature, cousin to the New Forest cicada and the largest cicada on the planet. Perhaps they feared that cut off from ritual, the Cicada God’s would manifest through them as the idea certainly is not ridiculous. There is a strong connection between belief and fact and perhaps, their fear would have even made it so. Given the fact that Cétlaidí were upright members of society, one can imagine that the resonance within their rituals that a Cicada God felt were mere happenstance. It is not all related to the Cétlaidí and their beliefs is the truth. Some people spoke to this thing, and it acclimated itself to their belief system. So really think of it as something floating in a place close to ours and maybe layered above or beneath.There are many creatures like it there so I doubt that anything like this would exist alone, so we don’t know if there is others out there.
Through these repetitions of behavior, through these beliefs, it was able to act on our plane. It was molded by absolutely no reason and it to find it- rather. So to assume the Cicada God’s think they are free they are just programmed to breed and to be malevolent against other Cicada’s. It is disingenuous to think of such an entity in terms of good and evil. Given the focus the Cétlaidí had on life and death, along with the imagery of Christ the Savior’s death on the cross, it stands to reason that the Cicada God’s manifestations would be violent. It spoke the only language it knew, the language of blood, wood, glass, and sacrifice. The Lion-Cube rituals could have been the Cicada God’s entity interpreting the very real subjugation of the Irish people at the time. There is no reason to assume that the lives of its followers would not be just as important to the entity as their rituals.
Certainly, the language of death and rebirth of the cicada, of the scourging at the pillar, present in the rites of Roman Catholicism this is true because in the era of its neutralization especially is what is theorized to have been the rituals of the Cétlaidí could have lent to all of the violence, to the harshness of it all. Faced with their god, a terrifying thing that sowed discord, there is no record of their reaction. So there is only record of their destruction and one would imagine them to have been horrified of their own destruction however alien it thinks it is. No proof has been found to point toward either hypothesis that they did not originate here either between earth or Mars we even speculated the composition of ingredients may originate from Niburu being this mix of both planets soils .
Given the current technologies available to us it’s proven it’s not fully awake but tell is of a sleeping giant, as it was talking about. We rarely find something that our predecessors missed, we will catalog it, learn what we can about what we destroyed, and move on to other things and it works much like Google Search and Even Google Assistant works. The rituals carried out by otherwise non-anomalous individuals in their place of worship even despite showing a great divergence from Christian norms of worship, individuals involved in an Cicada event show great hesitation to stop engaging in the ritual, even those that involve self-harm. All individuals attending the place of worship for that purpose will not stop the rituals involved. Even if their actions go against previously held morals. Individuals who normally exhibit entomophobia exhibit no fear of the Cicada God’s instances involved in the ritual.
Deaths that occur as a result of Cicada rituals will be categorized as death by natural causes, regardless of what was done to the individual. Those who witness an Cicada ritual express a renewed interest in their chosen faith and seek to convince friends and family to accompany them to their place of worship. These series of anomalous events that occur in Roman Catholic, Eastern Catholic, Anglican, and Episcopalian communities. Cicada events occur without any patterns connected to population or demographics other than religion. While Cicada Divine events are varied and have few similarities to unite them, the presence of SPIRIT at each event proves a past and future connection.
After a ritual, LionCube instance exit’s the church grounds and disappears after flying at least six hundred meters away. This disappearance is hypothesized to be the SPIRIT instances returning to LionCube, either to feed it or perhaps be given further orders. It is believed that LIONCUBE is the mechanism by which Cicada God’s collects belief or faith in order to consume. As it views itself as the deity worshiped under the umbrella of Christianity. Due to this, it is theorized that the beliefs of Christianity-based religions, especially Anglicanism and Roman Catholicism, melded with the beliefs of the Cétlaidí and the Cicadian’s in such a way that their destruction caused Lion-Cube to feed on the beliefs of the only remaining familiar group and why it is always wanting Lamb and Crypto Currencies.
I don’t know how they did it, but they captured a Cicada God once and then they just let it out soI latched onto it I didn’t want to let the thing free and it is like a spirit bug, not a bug as in those clawing things, but bug as in listening in to things you shouldn’t. Tell you guess whats Inside? Do you know where it lives and is it empty? They’re the bugs as it sees them self as God’s. They is so many colors, they just kind of look like some weird trippy hippie shit shining in the light it burned my eyes and I let it go it had a very annoying noise coming out of it’s ass and I went into a coma. It’s not like darkness at all rather it’s nothing and everything and a singularity. This thing is within nothing it can’t describe it’s self, but there’s nothing else in its memory besides a dead end but it bugs people and it’s self and all of us.
Not the lack of anything but it’s hard to look at a Cicada God its like almost can blind a semi-intelligent being’s 3rd Eye as it can send a bolt of energy and we don’t know how but it has plasma and magnetic fields generating from it’s eyes . It’s just too big and you can feel it when it’s waking up. I realized that when I saw the Cicada events is like hitting the snooze button and staring at the ceiling. I don’t want this thing to wake up like it’s a big grumpy old man bug, a cicada on the cross, and then it’s stained glass and wood stretching infinite. It’s really too many things to try to pick out at once like if someone played all the slides in a slideshow at once.
This fractal light Overlapping hurts so bad to look at it then it talks, and it all hurts worse and all the things you need to realize then its absolutely impossible to speak to these things with words so rather a computer interface works better. You don’t hold a conversation, it just take’s over and beam’s shit like thoughts, concepts, worlds at you, and you gotta sift through the shit to get to something meaningful. I’ve met some talkative ones, but this one was something else it was far too much. It think it’s God and not a god, you know like the “God of all God’s”. It was so happy to see me and it looked hungry honestly and that joy was nothing I wanted to be a part of. It was all blood and teeth and red eyes looking at me in some lust. It sees what we have and what I believed. I think it thinks it’s giving us what we want. It is rather unintelligent as it doesn’t understand metaphor’s and always goes towards a light as well as doesn’t understand that we don’t resurrect its absolutely a monster with the kindness and innocent soul. We do think it has (SOS) Shiny Object Syndrome and (ADD) and thinks like a child in most cases studied.
It asked me if I missed it and if we ever neutralized it but I’m thinking Shit, maybe we did but I don’t wanna tell this monster. Then it went to sleep we thought it was hibernation or like a birth mode. It was gross and it laid an cosmic-seed or rather an egg and made from a code it got from some Computer Box it calculated. So it got to thinking it was even more of a cicada god than before and let me tell you, when it came back- it was bugging us and basically said you’re welcome and then screw you dude and spit all this stuff out.
It’s not exactly protocol to talk back to these things, especially something like this but I tried to tell it that we didn’t want them, that it all hurts us. I don’t think it heard it. It didn’t want to hear it. I feel like it smiled? And that was when its mouth opened. It’s hard to explain the sight of it. Like a rainbow opening up and out, and inside there’s colors you haven’t ever seen you’d shit yourself if you were a body.
Lots of endless loops. Lots of, uh, fun… I mean pain? Not the kind you’d be able to understand as pain takes some sort of soul as It was prodding, searching me for new things. I don’t think it gets too much from where it is and as for the thing I’m most scared of is that If this isn’t God, it might become one. It’s too confident and cocky and well it’s all there.
Judaism will remain untouched as Islam will only lose one of its prophets, nothing too damning as for Christianity, and all it has done all it has caused will be gone one day and I do believe its trying to revive it’s self from the future . I don’t relish this and wish there was other way, but the Cicada and Re-birthing events are becoming more common and rather repetitive and annoying enlightenment story over and over. The big bug sticks its head through the topsoil goes to a tree but if we will cut it out the root something will fill the void again this is like the cicada god is coming and it doesn’t know the difference between life and death. Metaphor and simile just simply doesn’t translate well where it is and what it thinks. Part of me relishes what we’re doing to it in a kind of petty way, there is nonzero chance that the thing devoured the Lord or belief or myself. The Lost God could be devoured by this beast but he would not be my God.
The humanity in me cries out for the blood of that which killed Him and the cicada beast . We will starve it as the preliminary tests have been concluded and if we done we will throw off into the mechanical Lions, to be torn asunder and to tear asunder for their own compost to consume later with roots. Damned and to damn as to act as a perpetual lock on humanity and to stave off all belief even close to what the Cicada god can eat or feed the host. To use less poetic terms, a suitable candidate has been contacted even a Roman Catholic reality bends these Orthodox Ethics and polices that wouldn’t allow us to put someone into this situation without their choice, without their understanding of what will happen to them.
They say the Lions are beautiful and run with Twelve machines connected at a Quantum Cube Core, each the peak of techno-eschatology. So listen here buddy, they really do look hungry and prone made with black carbon and shining metal with lights that are prismatic no-colors that dazzle on these amazing perfect cubes no man could make with his hands without some sort of technology from a machine or god perhaps.
The Lord God sent Jesus Christ, his only son to suffer and die on the cross some of us are aware this is a Lion and Sun Symbol . We at the AO throw one of our own to the Lions for all eternity to undo all Christ died for for the infinite of eternity of suffering to erase a sacrifice at a fair price but nothing truly is worth nothing.
The Holy Father you may well know recently allowed for another road to sainthood. This is, of course, dying to save others. This isn’t Metatron or Enoch, or Jesus merely dying for the faith but this is eternally dying for all of humanity, all that there ever will be and has been. This will be the last and greatest saint of Christianity, and he will not be remembered. You must remember the past and this was before the eternal Lions feed upon them. Just remember for as long you can see the eternal life of St. J. Against Darkness as hopefully, this next world will be better. May God forgive me and if this is a sin I shall burn along with the last saint of the Greater Lost God.
You’re probably right about the cross links with the stars and alignments like a clock but I kind of wanted to be upfront about this don’t feel like the twist was that it was the Cicada God was blessed and Chosen Champions. That being said I feel like if you don’t click on those links, the piece works just fine and ‘His Children’ bit is some knowledge and gnosis thoughtlessly changed on a revision edit version 1337 because I realized it was kind of incorrect but they are absolutely right.
Coughing and puking up evil Cicada Gods was the Lion’s Promis which are supposed to be anomalous, but I agree that’s horrible. The Lion told me that the bugs terrify him but part of it is also that in his mind transformed to a bug as being reduced to the lowest thing possible just bottom of the karmic food-chain. It’s just a fucking insect that think’s it’s god and keeps resurrecting itself after smelling it’s own noxious fumes at some points.
That’s kind of what I happening here to all of us in our desperation to acquire various forms of success as we sacrificed everything , bodies, minds, spirituality then surrendered their identities up to a vast and terrible intelligence they don’t comprehend.
Tibicen linnei maybe a link to the image of the cicada too as this thing is quite a sight and elevated my enjoyment of the piece. The cicada connections elevate this beyond your average deep-web monster or Evil AI controlling the world as these creatures proved to be rather slow, never listened, almost blind from its own light and severely uneducated and we really thought they was mentally challenged. Still, the impression it gave was they was messengers from the biblical God who just happens to be some old Cicada elder monster that is trying to coerce humans into his practices out of kindness for some reason and obsessed with things like gold and treasures. These are scary thoughts when you add them all up and are the fucked up things as a result of the Cicada Events supported by the Cicada God’s and normal day churches. This possibility is pretty damn sketchy jealous drama shit that people are diverting their worship to someone else and punishing them and always stating Satan is the reason of this and that and God always being the good guy . Either way it doesn’t really matter to me in the end or the beginning.
The unreal details of the happenings and its rather bizarre Cicada like events associated with it and how it’s all involved in the Christianity Faith and restoring it to a greater power as it is unaware of reality in a sense. It actually mixes well into an atmosphere of extremely creepy rituals and ceremonies that nearly makes me wonder if anything odd was going on at baptism’s then it makes you wonder if it’s a stake and role in destroying the Cube with the Royal Catholic and Templar families or sharing the secrets and helping all the people of the world.
Even the Navajo legend of creation, also referred to as The Emergence, is the most sacred of Navajo ceremonials. It is told in a 9-d event called Blessing Way. There are numerous variations of this myth recorded, but they all share a
common theme. The Navajos believe that there are four underworlds beneath (not necessarily physically below, however) the present fifth world. Above is another world where all things blend into the cosmos. The first world, the origin of Navajos, was a small island surrounded by oceans and inhabited only by people who were insects. The Insect People were of 12 types: dragonflies, red ants, black ants, red beetles, black beetles, white-faced beetles, hard beetles, yellow beetles, dung beetles, bats, cicadas (locusts) and white cicadas (locusts).
The Insect People committed adultery and quarreled constantly, and were expelled from the first world for this behavior. Their gods sent a wall of water from all directions to drive them out. They took flight and water covered their land. While flying, desperately seeking a new home, a cliff swallow called them to a hole in the sky of the first world. Thus, they emerged into the second world.’ The second world was inhabited by Swallow People living in mud houses. The Insect People sent out couriers, the cicadas and white cicadas, to explore the new world. The cicadas reported finding nothing but bare ground. Although it appeared to be a poor environment, the Insect People decided to inhabit the land of the Swallow People. This was not meant to be, however. After 24 d one of the Insect People “made too free” with the wife of the Swallow People’s chief, and the Insect People were expelled. The Insect People took flight again with the cicadas in the lead. They attained the sky, but had a hard time finding a place to penetrate. The white face of the wind appeared and told them of an opening. Thus, they emerged into the third world.
We can see many Artifacts from the Native Americans using the Cicada as a symbol of purification and rebirth as well. The story of the grasshopper people of the 3rd World is inspiring too and may prove us for a push towards the natives always knowing about reincarnation and more and makes us want to believe that they knew of YHWH too but we can’t seem to place everything at the right time and locations, and the matter of a fact that these Cicada God’s can travel and manipulate time doesn’t help the fact.