Pythagoras | paulydeathwish

Australia has fallen.

To what?

To whom?

Illuminati backwards.

Itanimulli.

Dot com.

Redirects to nsa.gov.

Check it yourself.

itanimulli.com

itanimulli.net has been removed.

But it too redirected to nsa.gov

But the real kicker is itanimulli.org

Which redirects to minervallux.com

Minerva?

Owl?

The landing page is a golden owl.

At the bottom of the page are the years:

2016 2017 2018 2019 2020 2021.

Hitting 2016 redirects you to dc24.minervallux.com

There is a pyramid with an all-seeing eye and five blank spaces which each say “enter code”.

Four icons on this screen open up.

First is the number 8 with the downward slash through the top loop.

It opens as:

Next is the pyramid with the all-seeing eye.

It opens as:

Next is the pixel palette.

It opens as:

And finally is the right-facing arrow.

It opens as:

Tracing our steps back to 2017.

Clicking that number leads to dc.25.minervallux.com

And this image:

Clicking the DNA-strand brick at bottom right opens this:

Moving left, the next brick opens as:

Continuing to move left and clicking on the keystone:

The final stone at left on the bottom row opens as:

Moving up a row (and back to the right), we find this upon opening:

Continuing to move left on this row we find:

All the way to the left, we find this:

Moving up a row (and staring at the right):

Moving left:

But clicking on the all-seeing eye reveals nothing. It does not open out into a new window.

It should be noted that you can “register” for whatever the fuck (a game?) this site is.

Clicking on “privacy terms” does nothing.

There is also a “login” screen:

This whole thing reminds me a bit of Comet Ping Pong.

Wasn’t there some login capability there?

But this is WAY MORE Cicada 3301.

The years of the Trump Presidency.

Plus one.

The pyramid rotates.

It appears to have four sides.

Applying same method to pop out screens:

Some blocks are repeated. Including only originals gleaned from rotating pyramid:

Moving to the third side of the pyramid:

The lock stone simply reads:

Cryptography.

Cryptology.

Ciphers.

It’s looking like 2017 is way more interesting (complex) than 2016.

Q started 2017.

A piece of parchment.

Some gold dust on a drill bit.

On closer examination, the “privacy terms” tab does open with a notice regarding reCAPTCHA.

BTW…the address should be read as Minerval Lux (apparently).

This whole thing has the feel of the Kryptos statue at CIA headquarters.

2018

dc26.minervallux.com

Same method:

https://open.spotify.com/album/0dq2zPvB0tKDh9zvL5G7Xb?si=GeWK6jaUSnK_mkUreUiRZw&nd=1

By this point you’re probably asking, “What the fuck is all this shit?”

We need some context.

We need to keep in mind Pieczenik’s statements about CYBERCOM and Space Force.

There’s a crack in the pyramid. All fractals appear to be the same (requesting 17 code). One block blank (black) requesting 0 code.

How does Finnegans Wake help?

How does Histoire(s) du cinéma help?

How does Das Passagen-Werk help?

Do we have it all?

Are patriots in control?

Can anything stop what is coming?

What is coming?

NSA in Australia.

Alice Springs.

Quarantine camps.

Q camps in Songbird.

Excellent film.

And Contagion.

Essential viewing to decode plandemic.

Emhoff.

Sussmann.

2019

Event 201.

Which Q posts indicate that Q group knew 2020 election was going to be stolen and/or that a virus was about to be unleashed?

Clicking delta middle left:

Apparently all the same in the middle.

Rotating outer ring:

Gordian knot.

Rotating inner ring. No combinatory permutations?

Hag.

Fascism.

[lovely]

Goldsworthy with the leaves.

Thomas Drake?

Raitlin’s challenge.

DEFCON.

2020

Are you tired of this shit yet?

https://t.me/deathwishpauly

2021

Who dares wins.

Thick fuck?

One goes to NSA. itanimulli.com

The other recruits (?) for CYBERCOM? itanimulli.org

This redirect has been going on since 2012?

[same year Illuminati Party LLC was established?]

When did the admirals and generals get together and decide to NOT stage a coup on Obama but (rather) get behind Trump?

Some say it’s all a hoax:

https://itanimullihoax.wordpress.com/

You know what else is in Utah?

The Utah Data Center.

https://open.spotify.com/track/1fbmO0UUzEwPrgXEfdjPqo?si=crGF2Ec0R-WMu3HKTiszxQ&nd=1

-PD

Time goes by. Time goes by. Sitting in his own gin joint…stinking drunk. It’s like Pythagoras is hammering on Bogie’s heart…searching for a certain ratio. Left to die in Casablanca. The money is good, sure! But the heart is broken.

The heart that loves and the heart that fights…these are the same heart. If she can take it, so can I. And Dooley Wilson strides into the song. It was in the piano all along.

The piano…that musical typewriter…where Beethoven wrote novels as much as chiseled sonorities. Truth is, nobody is listening. There are those in this world we trust. At present we wait.

And then she arrives. And we blow it. All of that crestfallen love transformed into angst. She was the most beautiful woman we ever saw. When Belmondo and Seberg joyride around Paris, it is in tribute to them. And perhaps Héloïse and Abelard really are buried at Père Lachaise. Maybe, maybe not.

But when she hummed that tune in the noir shadows…then the piano started to play. It’s no use. She’ll never come. Oh, but she does come. And then she leaves again. We begin to wonder whether she ever existed at all…whether Pythagoras ever passed a blacksmith and heard an anvil chorus. Anytime’s a good time to be born…and anytime is a good time to die. Harry Partch said that. And Casablanca’s as good a place for it as any. Bogie said that.

Ten thousand dollars/at the drop of a hat/I’d give it all gladly/if our lives could be like that. Bob Dylan said that. There’s blood on the tracks…greasing the rails…from the concentration camps to North Africa. Of all the gin joints in all the towns in the world… And now Bogie has to think for all of us. And he does.

Laszlo had to go all Charles Ives and instead of the Fourth of July, it’s the 14th and “La Marseillaise” is drowning out “Die Wacht am Rhein”…tentatively at first, but ultimately in a rousing rout.

I lost my place…my train of thought. Rick lost his place…the train from Oran. It must have been that song…Herman Hupfeld. Humbert Humbert? No, that’s more Claude Rains’ department. Have you tried 22 tonight? Leave it there.

It’s more Schindler than Schindler…because it’s cinema. Mostly because it’s Bogart. The harder they fall…in love. And so now the piano is silent. Another proprietor has taken over. I was always on the side of the underdog…an expensive habit. Was never much of a business man.

And she flies away. He remembers the day…the last time. For me, it was Messiaen. Turangalîla. An airport in New Orleans. I’m not qualified to shine Faulkner’s shoes, but here I am…none the less.

Deep underground is the resistance. Love. Maybe. For now we have cinema…when we can allow ourselves to indulge in such. We burn in darkened halls…or simply darkened bedrooms on a laptop. Maybe she has come and gone. Ingrid, painted so lovingly by Curtiz as she first hears the song again…like the other Bergman…like the overture to The Magic Flute.

I coulda been someone. I coulda been a contenda. No, another film. We merely have our thoughts to cache until the library disappears like mandala sand. Back to the bottle. Scorsese gets it!

A lovely day and a lovely actress and Deserter’s Songs by Mercury Rev with the windows down. Honey. He did the right thing. The hard path. The road less-traveled. The true saint. The golden agitator. Some say the French invented love.

We’ll always have Paris. That hour in a van…stuck in traffic. How very Tati! There’s Sacré-Cœur…and the Arc de Triomphe from the side.

And then…getting on that plane. The hardest part. Like seeing the Eiffel Tower…only on departure.

-PD

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musician and film critic

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