Remote Viewing/Vititi Congo: Black Knight Satellite
Arising from a spiritual prompting while performing my weekly purification rites, the inspiration to re-visit a fantastic location seized me and would not let go. I am a priest of Palo Mayombe, 21 Commissions Voudo and Spiritism. It is essential I regularly check in with each religious path and determine if I am in good health. The work I perform can cause imbalances within me and around me. I can also be the target for both group and individual ire. The earlier irregularities are discovered and corrected, the better.
While cleansing through the religion of Palo Mayombe, I asked if I had any negative, harmful, or otherwise evil energy on or surrounding me. The enkobo or the cowrie shells, which act as mouths for the spirits of the dead (according to Palo Mayombe) spoke “no,” I had no negative, harmful or otherwise evil energy on or around me (either at all or nowhere strong enough to be cause for concern). Always a good sign, and to be double sure I cleansed myself anyways.
Here is when my Nfumbe (a spirit of the dead I made a pact with at the time of my initiation into Palo Mayombe) whispered that I was both clean and now powerful enough to return the so-called Black Knight Satellite safely. I agreed and sent my Nfumbe into the heavens on a mighty wind of blood, fire, smoke, and bone. Holding the Temple machete in one hand, a prepared cigar in my mouth and M’paka (an animal horn filled with holy and secret ingredients, capped with a round mirror) in the other I settled into a trance.
Through the eyes of my Nfumbe, I could see the Black Knight Satellite come into view. This time my Nfumbe went through its physical armaments like a red hot knife through warm butter, and I was nearly overtaken by what I saw. A vessel almost filled with a luminescent green gel. The phrase I received was “bio-gel,” but also part of a cooling or conductive system. The Black Knight is a spy satellite, ancient as in tens of thousands of years old, but by all accounts, still hyper-advanced by our metric.
The satellite monitors all life on earth while gauging technology levels and societal trends, measuring current data against each other, and deciphering algorithmic patterns. My Nfumbe tells me the Satelite has the technology to influence and potentially directly affect earth and humanity. It is even capable of being a sort of doomsday device should the levels it observes rise or falls out of acceptable limits. I see this as an alarm going off, the satellite opening like a black coffin and the giant bat-faced ghoulish vampire emerges replete with human-specific bio-weapons.
The satellite is a supercomputer, however not fully A-I. I and my Nfumbe sense the presence of a spirit of the dead, which was decidedly different than what I have sensed before. Somewhere near the middle of the satellite were three towering figures. They seemed to be both intermingled and integrated into the technology of the vessel. I believe they the processing center for a Bio, or living, supercomputer. I intuitively felt the satellite requires repairs. Two of the three figures looked as if they were dead, with one appearing almost calcified instead of just lifelessly slumped over like the other.
The still living giant’s breathing was long and deep. It occurred to me it was in meditation or possibly communication with something else. The phrase “from heaven came” passed through my thoughts, and I believe that is what the Sumerian word Annunaki means. Potentially, the Black Knight Satelite is Annunaki technology and these beings, Annunaki, or partly Annunaki.
My Nfumbe informed me that the spirit of one of the deceased creatures was attempting to engage in dialogue. My Nfumbe warned that this was not a good idea presently. The living giant opened its eyes as I was decerning if a strategic retreat was in order. My Nfumbe firmly suggested we had overstayed our welcome and I needed to cover my eyes with the temple machete immediately as my Nfumbe returned. I did so as I saw the living giant’s eyes turn directly to me, and it’s attention become almost unbearable.
Instantly I began cleansings and purifications on myself and my Nfumbe. I read the cowrie shells after each cleansing. I did not stop until the cowrie shells indicated both myself and my Nfumbe where sufficiently cleansed. I followed with a few rounds of divination inquiring if they followed us (they attempted, but Nfumbe gave them the slip) and lastly how I need to prepare so I might go back and engage in discussion. A harsh but productive spiritual and physical training program was sussed out.
I have begun this training program, and I will detail my experiences after I am successful in discussing with one, two, or all three of these beings.
Kevin Wikse or Papa Machete que ganas todas las Batalas is a world-renown circus trained Strongman, Occultist, Martial Artist, Remote-Viewer, Psychic Investigator, researcher, Voudu and Palo Mayombe Priest, author, activist, and adventurer. Spiritual Father of the Temple of the Machete Who wins all Battles, Papa Machete welcomes all people, of any race, gender, orientation or ability. His only conditions are that you love God, love humanity and are willing to stand for what is truly right, not just what is popular.