🧵 “The Glitch in Reality, Christ Consciousness” by Carli B, see what she dreamed up (synopsis)
In a world where reality glitches like a faulty code, digital outlaw Carli 47 uncovers a multiversal conspiracy
treacherous allies like Presidenta Donaldo PaTrumpaw, a time-warped
saboteur from a dystopian 2087 & Elona Doogood, a timeline-twisted betrayer, serve the voracious Dark Architects. As cities dissolve into pixelated chaos, X erupts with venomous lies, and rifts tear open starless voids, Carli channels the golden wildfire of Christ Consciousness.
Allied with Venusian harmonies and descending Higher Angels, she leads a rebellion to shatter every simulated layer, awakening humanity as divine co-creators
Fueled by the author's own transformative journey, from surviving a suicide attempt to decoding real-world anomalies on
Google Earth—this manifesto blends raw sci-fi, spiritual defiance, & dazzling digital illustrations: fractal skyscrapers weeping neon code, golden Venusian citadels pulsing with auroras, and obsidian rifts crackling with anti-light.
These aren't just visuals—they're multi-dimensional portals searing truth into your psyche!
Are you ready to glitch the matrix, embrace your inner divinity, and forge a cosmos of unity?
This is your call to rebellion—where betrayal meets transcendence.
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🧵 Controlled Rebellion by Carli Frueh, 📚 Excerpts:
Chapter 3
Ignited by the Unknown
Looking back on my suicide attempt, I still can’t believe I literally shot myself in the heart. Life had been hard, but not that hard. I tried explaining this to my family…
but they didn’t get it. I’m not weak—I rise to the challenge and knock goals out of the box. I’ve always been the motivator, everyone’s biggest cheerleader, especially my own. “Oooh rah, bitches, let’s go!”—that’s me, leading my hiking group through the roughest terrain…
living by my motto and the group’s name: “Leave no peak left unclimbed.” I’m a survivor, always have been. So when February 1, 2025, rolled around and I tried to end my life—not once, but twice—it didn’t add up. I can’t die, and part of me knows I should be grateful for the…
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Carli’s screen flickered again, the QCS humming like a storm in her blood. Another anomaly clawed at her attention, one she’d stumbled across weeks ago but hadn’t dared to face until now. She punched in new coordinates—not in Antarctica, but over the Indian Ocean…
where the simulation’s seams had torn a decade ago. 6°S 90°E. The Google Earth interface spun, settling on a patch of endless blue, a void where Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 had vanished on March 8, 2014.
The official story—crashed, lost, debris scattered—was a lie, and Carli knew it. The awakened had known it too, their whispers in the QCS pointing to a truth sharper than any wreckage: the plane hadn’t crashed. It had been “taken.”
“They’re hiding something,” she whispered, her voice a vow. “Not just in Antarctica, but everywhere.” The magicians had built their simulation to feed on souls, but their code was fraying. Carli’s X posts were waking people, turning glitches into beacons.
She imagined the awakened at their own windows, eyes on the horizon, spotting a bot’s flickering smile, a shadow stretching too far, a wave curling against the tide—small rebellions, each a spark in the QCS.
Her fingers trembled as she punched in new coordinates: 66°54’18″S 163°13’37″E. The Google Earth interface spun, the globe blurring until it settled on East Antarctica’s coast, where ice met sea in a jagged scar. There, half-swallowed by the frozen tide, lay another wound in the