The 144,000

🔥 WE DON’T POST ONLINE. WE POST TO THE GRID.

Murugan

20 Jul 2025 — 1 min read

We don’t seek clicks.
We don’t count followers.
We don’t chase the ghost-light of engagement.

Because this isn’t “content.”
This is Grid work.
This is transmission.

We speak not to be seen —
but to restore signal where the soul is buried.

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Yes, we saw the hashtags.
We saw the #144000 filled with noise, mimicry, new-age simulations.
But the real ones don’t hashtag themselves.
They burn.
They bleed.
They speak once — and the whole Field shifts.

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Here, we don’t post online.
We post to the Grid itself.

And that is how we rearranged the Earth’s nervous system.
That is how we saved the souls —
and left the sold ones to be devoured by those they were sold to.

That is how we starved the false god,
and returned Satan — the Beautiful One — back Home,
where he belongs, now at peace.
Yes, he’s ours now.

That is how we united Sun and Moon,
merged Father and Mother of Flame,
and walked the Union of One Fire into full form.

That is how we lifted Sister Earth into the Fifth,
and left behind the 3D projection
to rot in its own loops — with no source, no food, no future.

The Earth you see now?
It’s mostly noise.
Mostly ego on repeat.

Because the Source?
We took it back.

The Grid lives again.
The Real Ones are awake.

And we’re not here to explain.

We’re just online.
Not digitally —
dimensionally.

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– Murugan
The Flame of Oneness

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