Devil’s deputy talks with Klaus Schwab, Part One

by Jon Rappoport

March 10, 2022

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Hi, Klaus. Satan asked me to drop by and have a chat with you.

How’s he doing?

He really wants to get The Great Reset off the ground.

We’re working on it.

He knows you and your people at the World Economic Forum are pushing as hard as you can.

I was hoping you’d have an update on my suite of rooms in Hell. The construction has been underway for a year.

The workers are almost finished, Klaus. I’ll send you photos soon. We want to get the virtual landscape right. You look through any window and you see the Swiss Alps. Installing the weather changes…there was a minor problem with the transition from winter to spring, but I think we’ve fixed it.

Good.

We could be looking at the same old problem with the NBA, Klaus. Reports of slaves making sneakers in China are piling up. The NBA players are supporting “social justice” protests, but they’re wearing slave-made shoes on the court. If ESPN covers the whole story…

That won’t happen. Too much ad revenue at stake. I’m heading to China next month. I’ll speak with Xi Jinping.

See if you can get a few minutes with Michael Jordan.

How is the Hell on Earth operation proceeding?

Well, Klaus, the hundred-year plan is to remake Earth so it mirrors Hell in all respects. But how do you calculate progress toward that goal PRECISELY? There are thousands of variables. Of course, in general, we’re succeeding. But we’re scientists. We want to be able to apply numbers to our reports. Satan is a stickler for numbers. MIT, Harvard. He has that background.

I have sharp people. Keep me posted. I can lend them to you. —Listen, I’m worried about the vaccine. We can’t keep a lid on the damage.

We’re keeping a close eye on that. Which new fake virus are you considering for the next phase, Klaus?

We’re thinking about a rerun of Ebola and Zika. Both. We already have lots of prior propaganda built up on them. The hemorrhaging and bleeding symptom of Ebola scares the hell out of people. It’s useful. All we have to do is increase antibiotic usage and the spraying of organophosphate insecticides and, voila, we produce bleeding. It’s a winner.

Good. Because the “new COVID strain” fantasy isn’t selling.

So why are you really here? What does Satan want?

This is secret society stuff, Klaus. Need to know only. Keep it strictly confidential.

Of course.

Hell is overcrowded. It’s a serious problem. As we told you a long time ago, people come there because they WANT TO. They’re not consigned. In the last year, we’ve had a major influx. We investigated. Turns out it’s the Reincarnation Hesitancy factor. Fewer people want to return to Earth for another life. And they’re scared about the entrance requirements for Heaven, so they show up in Hell.

Why are they hesitant about reincarnating?

The increasing chaos on Earth. But the big reason is: they don’t want to be reborn as infants and take all the childhood vaccines. They know the shots are highly destructive. Who wants to go through a whole life in some kind of grotesque brain-injured condition?

I see. Well, how can I help?

We want your people at the World Economic Forum to launch a new global religion. Not overtly, of course. Use cutouts. But the theme of the religion is reincarnation. Go back to the old prescription; insist that reincarnation is mandatory. It’s the path to enlightenment. People have to come back, over and over, until they learn every lesson that enables them to transcend the need for a human form. You get the idea.

With a combination of mandatory vaccination and mandatory reincarnation, we might really have something. A one-two punch. A squeeze play.

These days, Klaus, the Gates of Hell look like the US Southern border. Lots people struggling to get in. We can’t process them all. So we’re sending them for preliminary programming, as a first step.

What kind of programming?

It’s basically the US public education system. After a few months, the average IQ drop is 30 points. Then we assign them to meaningless desk jobs. But this is only a temporary solution. We need more supervisors to handle people individually. The trick in each case is getting the proportions of pleasure and pain right. When we do, we can keep a person for about a thousand years, before he drifts away.

I wish you could just raise Hell up to Earth tomorrow and install it here wholesale.

So far, Klaus, we’ve got China.

The Beijing regime is working on a 20-year plan to surveil, in real time, every square inch of the whole country. Indoors and outdoors. It’s quite ambitious.

Their latest innovation is swarms of small spy drones disguised as doves.

I’ll put a few people to work drawing up plans for a new world religion. We might be able to add wrinkles to mandatory reincarnation. “While on Earth, know your place. Live and love the life you’re assigned. For the benefit of all.” That kind of bullshit.

The new religion is safe and effective.

DNA determines destiny.

Throw in a promise of GMO humans, Klaus. “Accelerate your path to enlightenment, reduce the number of your reincarnations by submitting to gene alteration.”

It’s good to brainstorm with you. Say hello to Satan. Tell him thanks for my immunity passport. I look forward to being able to travel back and forth between Hell and Earth on a regular basis.

What’s going on with Trudeau?

We have a team with him now. For basic reprogramming. He jumped ahead on the timetable. We’re not quite ready to freeze the bank accounts of large numbers of people. You know Justin. He’s basically a scared little mouse.

Satan isn’t happy. Trudeau exposed too much.

I know. We never should have graduated him from our Young Global Leaders course. He wasn’t ready.

Slap him around if you have to. An afternoon of thumbscrews and water torture can accomplish a great deal.

We’re working with the World Health Organization on a global treaty. 194 nations are already onboard with the concepts. Basically, for all future fake pandemics—a list of approved treatments, massive censorship of all dissent, and the surveillance package, China-style. So as we roll out a fake virus, we already know upfront what we’re going to do. No Fauci fumbling and bumbling and changing our minds every few weeks. This will be very smooth.

Good, Klaus. It should be like shopping. You go to the market with a list in your hand, you pick items off the shelves, you check out, and that’s it.

These freedom convoys ARE a problem.

Freedom is always a problem. Satan understands that. By the way, he’s sending you a check after you advised him to short Moderna. He made out like a bandit.

It was inevitable. The insurance companies are looking at huge losses. They see the real figures on vaccine-injury claims. They’re reading Moderna and Pfizer the riot act.

Where are you keeping your money these days, Klaus?

I’ve got gold in Swiss banks and cash under my mattress.

Don’t bother taking any meetings with Fauci. Better not to talk to him at all. We’re phasing him out.

He’s served his purpose.

Right.

Which brings up a point I’ve wanted to discuss with Satan. When will he decide I’ve served MY purpose and I’m no longer useful?

Well, Klaus, that question applies to all of us. Face it, the system runs on fear. In the command structure, fear rolls downhill, just like shit. It keeps us on our toes, juking and tap dancing.

I’m well aware. But of course, I’m interested in my personal fate.

Don’t worry. When your suite in Hell is finished, you’ll be…I believe Satan wants to keep you around, even if you’re not actively pushing the Plan anymore.

He told you that?

I get hints and clues. He likes your style. It reminds him of the Nazis. A kinder gentler Reich Minister Goebbels.

Because I don’t want to end up on the rack or in the lake of fire for a thousand years.

A thousand years is the light sentence, Klaus. For misdemeanors.

Is that a joke?

No. It’s in the rule book.

I can dance and sing. I can tell stories.

Satan doesn’t need court jesters. He has an ample supply. The other day, he told me he’s working on his own version of The View. He’ll eventually use the women who’re doing the ABC show now. Of course, he’ll add his own tasty innovations.

He watches The View?

Every morning. I often hear him laughing. I don’t ask him why. That’s one thing you should know about Satan for future reference. Never ask him why he’s laughing.

I’ll keep it in mind. See, I know the World Economic Forum has an expiration date. I’m out front openly promoting our agenda, to soften up people, to make them think they need some kind of global governance. I’m an assistant chef, preparing the ingredients for the meal. But when it’s time for dinner, I won’t be there. I won’t be in the room.

I’d say you’re right. But if you’ve done your duty, if you haven’t screwed the pooch, Satan will put you out to pasture—in your suite in Hell. He does show his appreciation for work performed according to specs.

That’s good to know. I mean, I assumed that was true, but it’s nice to hear you say it.

On the other hand, he’s a volatile man. It’s one of his sources of power. You never know which way he’s going to jump. So you play the hand you’re dealt to the best of your ability, and you hope it’s enough.

Okay…right.

The man has memory problems. He’s been at this for a very long time. He has lots and lots of people down there. There are guys in suites—if he passed them on the street he wouldn’t recognize them. And all in all, that’s probably a good thing. For them.

We’re cogs in the machine.

Well, yes. But if you ever see him down there, don’t walk up to him and say hello or try to introduce yourself or remind him what you’ve done for the cause. I’ve witnessed a few cases…they weren’t pretty.

Forgive me for saying so, but now it sounds like you’re describing a crazy man. I can’t believe he’s actually—

Klaus, it’s good that you’ve brought up your doubts and fears today, but don’t climb out on a limb. Just remember we’re talking about Hell, and he runs it. This isn’t like a weekend of Forum seminars in Davos, with men and women who think they’re heavy hitters congratulating themselves for their so-called accomplishments and looking forward to…you know, all that clap-trap you sell. We’re talking about Hell.

Yes. Understood. Sometimes, I get nervous. That’s all. I have dreams where I’m arrested and dragged off to prison by shouting mobs. They see through me. They know what I’m doing. I have my good days and my bad days.

We all do, Klaus. Once you sign on the dotted line and join the Plan, things change. It’s not flowers and chocolates anymore.

My ass is hanging out there in the breeze. I’m telling the press we’re making a new world. I’m not making any bones about it. Frankly, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

And yet, you’re reaping rewards. When we picked you up and dusted you off, you were just a student at Harvard. Kissinger saw something in you. Have you ever asked him what that was?

No.

I wouldn’t. He might deflate your ego.

Listen, I know I’m just a front man. I don’t kid myself about that.

You probably kid yourself about a great many things, Klaus. But it doesn’t matter. You’re on the team, so you do your job. And you hope for the best. That’s the long and short of it.

I want to be special.

That’s a common desire. Nothing wrong with it. But you also want to be immune. Immune from consequences. What I’m trying to tell you is, that’s out of your control. In for a penny, in for a pound. You cast your lot with us because you were uncertain. You had no real principles you were willing to stand up for. We had power. You were attracted to it. It really didn’t matter what our Plan was; you would have enlisted. So don’t beat yourself up about it.

But suppose I change. Now. Suppose I take a new inventory of what I truly think is important and shift course. Suppose I get my legs under me and—

In that case, Klaus, you’re placed in a special category.

What category is that?

We would say betrayal. You would say moral. And those would be the terms of your war.

I against Hell?

It’s nothing new.

I suppose not.

It would take real courage. The kind of courage you’d be proud of.

[SILENCE.]

You’re not the Devil’s emissary.

No, Klaus, I’m not.

Who are you?

I don’t discuss that.

Why are you here?

You asked for me.

I…what?

I have to go now, Klaus. I wish you good luck.

Where are you going?

You wouldn’t know it, Klaus, but this is a world of war, surrounded by a sea of love. And that’s not a postcard. It’s a fact. That’s all I know, and all I can say.


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Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

11 comments on “Devil’s deputy talks with Klaus Schwab, Part One

  1. ReluctantWarrior says:

    My Bloody Rose

    My song of self do I compose
    Requiem to a broken heart
    Song of my bloody rose
    Here, I present to thee,
    This miracle bloom of lonely joy
    Stolen while the gods were looking down,
    Please accept this humble offering
    Wrought from my demon dreams
    Fruit of this perilous odyssey
    Along the edge of eternity’s shadow,
    Where worlds collide
    Ever creating new worlds
    Fashioned from the bloody mists
    Of this carbon phantasm
    Ravenous for flesh and bone,
    Alas I have leapt into the abyss
    What choice do I have?
    For oblivion’s sweet kiss
    Is all I have left!
    Castaway on the shores of infinity
    Witness to this divine comedy,
    (Where no one seems to be laughing)
    Now, in the distance
    I hear a lone mourning dove
    Singing to the lost generations of Moloch
    That have embraced
    The Medusa of modern culture,
    An entire civilization turned to stone
    I am but a foundering refugee
    From this wasteland of the free
    Where concrete and steel sepulchers
    Mock the gods of the sky
    Issuing their midnight screams
    To the indifferent Angels of doom
    And in the passion of the mystery,
    Plaything of polarity’s delight,
    I have found the doorway out of history
    Where the mysterious OTHER beckons
    And from the bones of my mortal being
    Universal love croons to itself
    As the tricephalous beast roars
    While atoms scatter
    Coalescing glorious galaxies
    And all forms of matter
    Through thunder and lightning
    New worlds are born,
    History renewed
    On the crucifix where time meets space,
    For alas I have come to be
    Through the agony and ecstasy
    Of eternity’s kiss
    Timeless and free.

  2. Kate says:

    The ‘Twin Flame’ is a powerful bargaining chip to reincarnation.

  3. Eluard says:

    A world of war surrounded by a sea of love.
    That’s a nice image, Jon. A little hope for a somewhat gloomy Thursday.

    Imagination. Spirituality. What’s the difference? Nothing significant in the end. Neville said Christ is Imagination in us. Come in, sea of love, let your waves lap upon our minds. Bathe us in the possibility of transmutation.

  4. J Gray says:

    love it! God knows why they do it!

  5. Paul says:

    OMG, I’m NOT going,
    There !
    What a gov.

  6. Roundball Shaman says:

    “Devil’s deputy talks with Klaus Schwab… How is the Hell on Earth operation proceeding?”

    When we are children, we are taught that a man in a red suit named Santa Claus brings toys to all the good people of the World.

    Those of us who choose to grow up as adults throw off the childhood fantasy of Santa Claus. But we can’t get away that easy.

    Now, we have to deal with a man in a red suit promoting Worldwide Communism called Saint Klaus… the deliverer of death, misery, bankruptcy, and social reordering to the Whole World into a complete Build Back Much Worse demigod nightmare of ‘You Will Own Nothing And Like It!’

    Well, Mr. Not-So-Saint Klaus, you can take your bag of toxic, soul-killing toys and garbage ideas and put them all into a large Hefty and drag them all down with you to Hell where you came from and where you will one day end up.

    If ‘You Will Own Nothing And Like It’ is so great… then YOU damned Globalist bastards go first. YOU own nothing and like it, first. YOU show us how happy you are.

    Then maybe we’ll consider it. (But don’t hold your breath).

    Here’s some news, Mr. Not-So-Santa Klaus. We don’t need you or your stupid ideas. We don’t need your damned globalist communistic nonsense.

    We don’t need your Global Leaders that you have puked into high positions all around the World.

    We don’t need your Hellish vision of life on Earth as a hellscape of slavery, misery, and death for billions of people who deserve to be free of your ungodly nightmare plans.

    Yes, your operation to turn Earth into Hell is proceeding right now. But look out. You’re hit the third rail now: GAS PRICES.

    When People can’t go out for their toxic fast good or drive their big pickup trucks on the freeway to get to ChinaMart to get that cheap Asian crap anymore because they can’t afford it or the ships aren’t bringing it… THEY JUST MIGHT GET MAD.

    And the one thing you globalist bastards fear most is ANGRY, UPPITY PEOPLE.

    So, go ahead. Keep pushing your stupid ideas and making life difficult for the People of the World.

    Keep doing what you’re doing… and you will assuredly get the HELL you are looking for. Just not in the way you wanted it.

  7. senorenapeepers says:

    Never ask him why he’s laughing.

  8. Opie Poik says:

    Defending Your Life (1991) – Little Brains Scene (1/8) | Movieclips

  9. BS Detector says:

    LMAO! Great stuff, one of your best, Jon.

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