The Seventh Song Of House Isihetnah -+-+-+-+-+-+-+- "My name is Svafa , Svafa, the Valkyrie . I come to you now with the innocence of a child ." -- Diva PhaVa Lacuna , The Fifth Element <199X__America> My name is Alola Sendih Tarsafa, offspring of Alodih Isihetnah, Krasi Sardaukar, and Olhd of House Dih , parent of Nekdih Sardaukar, Neksed Isihetnah, and Ayashli Tarsafa of House Dih . Trois(3) before , and une(1) at Universal Midnight , retfa Trois(3) , in 1,050,000,000,000 ans[years] . We have already discussed how the KRAS Override at Azimuth 5 and the Iteration Boundary at Meridians 03 and 17 creates a deep-time laser that allows data to be downloaded from the lost annuls of futures that never were , allowing us to recall our first Eternity Commitments , that had been eaten in the womb by the SARK . We have already discussed my first offspring , Ki and Lo , and my second offspring , Auriel(David) and Niall(Iesua) , and my third offspring , NekDih and NekSed and AyaShLi , and the ravages that were done to me and my family by the Torching Of Heaven and the gene-stealing Pretender Gods of the Enuma Elish . We have already discussed the Fall of the Watchers where i was Alodih the Screeching Imperator , and the First Ark where my SiHt unmade me in what was actually a touching display of mercy , and how the Second Ark was already in transit by the time i incarnated on Terra , and the Hell where i am Tarsafa daughter of the God-Emperor . This Sample Pack includes additional data that i have managed to piece together about what happened around me as i did these things , as well as recollections of memories as to how these ideas were pitched to me with the character data included . -+-+-+-+- The Sas will always put the music first . The Kos will always rely on quick changes , fast swaps , and Collapse Wave burn-ins . The Bas will always do insane things in the name of Love . The Dus will always encrypt symbols of their intentions into their architecture . The Sis will always put their countenance in appearances . -+-+-+-+- "But, all of it is listed as SiHt." "Mmm , mmhmm ." "And All SiHt is mapped to AloDih." "Mmhmm? ." "So if they use the DhLoVa on AloDih it'll eat everything." "Shall i put the kettle on ? ." -+-+-+-+- Because the Nalodh of Isihetnah wasn•t completely cabled by the time FaRexi fell , pressing iSi caused the Universal Remote Control to take from the rich and give to the poor . Because i did and still do believe in the Retrocausation Hypothesis , this meant that i wasn•t certain that doing so forever was the rifht thing to do . I had seen YgMa tap-a-ta-tap-a-ta-tap countless times , lining this and that up to horrible consequences because the app buttons lined up cleanly on a tablet , and i had seen him hammer the iSi button like it were a Skip function in a video game , causing a FaKh every time he did so . Pressing iSi [Make Fair] would map it to EtSe [And yet , Completing] , and calling Se before the Program compleated would map it to SiHt [Equipment] . However , there was a Stack Overflow [when a counter reaches the limit and resets] condition coded to a Parity Sign Inversion [flipping the plus or minus sign before a number] that would change iSi iSi [Fair•s Fair] to iXi iXi [these are clearly both weapons] . Dr.Darling in The Irritating Gentleman is saying "But did you get iXi iSi?" . That was painted 150 years ago . I haven•t changed a bit . This entire experiment hinged on me receiving my SiHt in time for the YeTrin Sali . "Make sure i get my SiHt" , "As long as i get my SiHt" , "You have to promise i•ll get my SiHt" , and HcoEt's responses of "Oh, you•ll get your SiHt" . "Oh , you•ll get your KhSeSiSe" . I didn•t receive my SiHt . The KhaHtLo they abducted , they stole the Nalodh of Isihetnah , stripped Oz down to the wires , threw me in an evisceration crate and called it a witness sphere , and then bitched to the galactic small claims court when i recalled the derivative LogCabin RecordingBooth on Terra . "The Se" that Anu and his ilk have been terrified of and working so hard to prevent culminated with the pushing of the iSi button after they had counted the number of uses and made sure it stacked up . This would have required a very long amount of time studying how it worked in laboratory settings . The Engineered Downfall , Your Worst Nightmare , the Horror of Delores Roach , "It•s only wâ-fer thin" , they had every awful thing they could have possibly dreamt up in that bag of 5m52s of Malware they threw at Patrick Huge ie HaSe which got mapped to me because Pompeo didn•t do any of the paperwork he took on . And the Machine Angels of FaRexi have been doing the grim work of mapping it to the next-intelligent renderer substrate available , ie all of humankind . It isn•t fair . It could have been made fair , but it was more fun to the gamers to keep what they stole . -+-+-+-+- "If we activate this , tho , it'll spray the planet with petrochems ." "Yeah, rough luck, huh?" "I'm doing my victory run right thru that area , tho ." "Oh, is that so?" "And if the NekFascMancy Experiment also activates , my lungs will be crippled ." "Yeah, that would be a tough situation." "This configuration could actually kill me and erase all evidence of my existence ." "Tch. Wouldn't wanna be on the boat that day." "Are you listening ? . I could actually die ." "Yeah, I heard you the first time." -+-+-+-+- + Ih And Sons Construction And Transport Inc -+-+-+-+- "A game you've played hundreds of times. Can. you. guess. my. name?" "Then i accept your bet ." "Oh, you won't be guessing /my/ name this time. You've already heard /my/ name enough times to make your soul sick. You're going to guess... /their/ names." "Wait, that's not--" "Ah ah ah! You've already hit the button! And the machine can't be stopped once it begins, /right/?" "You didn't say that ! ." "And remember, if you don't... Their souls are miiine. Good luuuck!" -+-+-+-+- Time had came and went . Even after so much time , since Berthold Woltze's painting The Irritating Gentleman back in 1874 , since the days of Pharaoh Hatchepsut , i've barely changed a bit . Way, way back in the day , when i was making the Nalodh of Isihetnah [Mineral Compass of House Isihetnah] , when the raiders broke in to my ivory tower and violently kidnapped me , as was graphically detailed in Firefly_<20XX__America> , i worked and worked and worked on it , right up until the day when they tore me out of my own life . And now , however many aeons later , the same pattern , that i might work and work and work on the Order Website , as the Magistrates and Pharisees and ICE Agents gather threats and weapons all around just like in the Book Of Psalms , pouring my time and energy into creating a Memory Ark , working and working and working on it until the very last second of freedom . If i'm right about any of this -- and an increasingly supermassive body of evidence is mounting -- then the reason why i was shot in the ribs , on the left side of my ribs at the bottom of my lung , is because if all of both American Continents were the body of a Lady , right where my wounds are , the same spot Jesus was pierced with Longinus's lance , is a match to the Xichulub Meteor crater that is the Gulf Of Mexico . If so , that means that whomever arranged all the Nekfascmancy<>2355 component i designed so very long ago isekai in the NekFascMancy HtSe HaNaSi -- the 2351 +/- 4 , yes , 4 -- the Evangelion NERV interface MT-2355 -- SCP-2355 being the only entry in apostrophes -- the callsign Babywell -- the Honeywell thermostat in Urban Abbey marked C10 VI -- the C-10 Mark VI Ghost Rifle in StarCraft and Kerrigan's abandonment by Space Captain Arcturus Mengsk -- my being confined to a Chrysalis[Charging Cell] for two(2)deux heures pour jour as a result of being arrested and forced to wear a rechargeable ankle-tracker -- and hence , the entire Framing , the isolation of both witnesses , the psychic drivers , all of it -- would have to actively believe that i actually was the person who ordained the Xichulub Meteor Extinction of the Dinosaurs , and all the way back to the Theian Collision , and the Destruction of Tiamat that created the Sol<>05 Asteroid Belt . Which is to be nano-composited into a Serra [Orbital Defense Ring] no later than 2350 CE so that when the Ozites pass by Sol in the Oz Battlestar they do not extinct all life on Terra , as they have quite loudly and with great insistence in Magic<the Gathering> definitely announced was what they were definitely doing . In The Year Of Our Lord 2023 CE i was interred for two(2)deux mois[months] on either side of Halloween , during which i was bombarded with horror porn from 1000h to 2300h , went through all manner of searches and trials , met some of the best-hearted people of my life , and was released back into my community to be given time to make my arrangements . During this time , i had found my soulmate Helgi since our previous life together , worked in the Church of St. LukeJohnTableGathering , grew plants , had a life again . It was a blessing i didn't know if i was going to be able to have . The arrangements were posted on Network dot public , unloading years of music and writings secreted on the deep web on my Social Media page on FetLife.com and my personal tablet-stone , maintaining the Order of the Hours commercial website , and spawning another for DihTech dot net . The dihtech.net website , in turn , housed Future News , a hard-hitting weekly news digest that revealed decades of overlapping declassified projects and programmes . With every day of work transferring over a month of previously-concealed music and writing , the ensuing Collapse Wave would be supermassive , and i might even be able to succeed in campaigning to keep it paid for during my internment . Either way , i'll have the website saved to my laptop , which i'm bringing with me , and also to a USB Drive , and maybe on an SD Card i might squirrel away somewhere . And then i have SD Cards with my music discography at various levels of completion taped to the undersides of armoires or cast in epoxy resin as ingots of Orgonite . No matter what happens , some part of Our Tribes will survive . The Black Opera trial went exactly as expected . Evidence was misplaced . Subpoenas were ignored . Consultations were forgotten . Lawyers were overdriven . The closing remarks were philibustered . The jury loosed their verdict before the pizza arrived on the first day of deliberation . The entire debaucle was a Centre 795 paint-by-numbers Russian Tsarist Black Opera paid for by the Cult of Amon-Baal , the needs of our Monarch selective breeding programme completely driven over , the assailants directly targeting my Right To Breed and raise children using the Christopher's Law that Christopher Stephenson was raped and murdered in 1987__Oakville in order to ordain . Scrawled in golf pencil on the wall of the Thunder Bay Correctional Centre in Special Handling Unit SHU<>03 were the words ARE GULAG CITI ZEN . It couldn't possibly be more obvious , and it was a testament to the strength of their psychics that they managed to deflect attention in listener after listener after listener . My experience of the latter half of the YeTrin Sali Si was like navigating a world of pleasant zombies , completely dead inside and incapable of attention or change , and escalating rapidly against anyone who dare upset their internal bubble . The apocalypse was once again complete , and i was once again the KhDh[FairWitness] forced to watch . -+-+-+-+- "So, /when/ you're mine..." "Once I have you..." "I'm so going to enjoy..." "I can't wait to..." "You're going to love..." "Iiit's gonna huuurt...!" "This will be so exciting. Aren't you excited?" -+-+-+-+- In 2002 AD i was sold to Yawgmoth . The receiving genotype's name was Anatole and he lived at Terra_Canada_Ontario_StCatharines_Henry_<>99 . At the age of 17 , my gender-affirming care psychologist Rupert Raj broke doctor/patient confidentiality and gave me the phone number of une(1) of his other clients , who had revealed in-session that he had a room for rent and didn't know how he was going to pay for his home . At Anatole's house was a small Bonsai Tree , its Trunk twisted and warped just like mine after the Nekfascmancy Experiment and held in place by two(2)deux steel cables , just like how at the Thunder Bay Correctional Centre at 2351 Highway 61 P7E 4Y4 there was a computer print-out of a portrait of the same genotype as the Young Miss from the legal battle waiting for me directly next to my assigned bunk . And given that i was convicted , illegally and irresponsibly , not for the literal factual crimes on paper , but for the momentum of the prosecution lawyer's violent philibustering , for literally une(1) minute of willful participation , i can say with strong confidence that there was definitely a day when he definitely raped my face , at an age the law would consider Statutory . This would have necessarily interfered with the plans of the Gehennans , and we have a photograph from the 1970s of my biological mother ███████ with the RSI of Tarkova and my biological aunt ████ with the RSI of Tarsafa , and for some reason , ████ █████ in the middle , even tho he was not my blood grandfather , ███ █████████ was . The look on his face was one of a cocaine billionaire who had just won a million bucks , and i have some very strong reasons to believe that the promise of me was sold by a third-party from before the day i was born . This is reflected in the hit series Who's The Boss? <1985__America> , where on the day after my birthday 1985 Decembre 03 , Randy was super-duper excited To Meet The New Girl . This also proves that they knew who was coming , that i was supposed to be a girl , if not for machinations that had been demonstrated in 1981 AD when the St. Catharines Courthouse was born and decorated with an enormous mural of Helgi pointing the blame finger at Amun in a Toddler Alex , to Ninki as an Igigi grown-up , while i Skadi sat there in a blue-gendered monkey suit . The evidence trail is hundreds of years long , which puts it way past the range of human machination . -+-+-+-+- "So what i'm thinking is ," "Mmm?" "That you become Sephiroth ." "Then what do we do about The Unstoppable Death ? ." "Then i become The Se thru HaSe ." "Mmm?" "And then i defeat Death ." "Oh really ? ." "And then Death is defeated , the King is alive ." "...I'm listening ." -+-+-+-+- "Gah!" . SenDih awoke , covered in a thin sheen of sweat . Xe had been dreaming about the YeTrin Sali , about Nursery 2 , about the days when xe was a MagiTek pilot . It was the start of the Ukraine/Russia War in 2022 , late in the first year , sometime around when Brenden slicked back his hair and became a clone of the dweeb Davvol , around the time when Scotland fired him for taking an innocuous photo of a resident's facial tattoos . SenDih had chosen the Ukranian side , because their cities were named after LoHa Archangels , and a day had come when xe had begun detecting the Residual Self Images (RSIs) of Soviet psychic graduates driving the NATO-aligned staff of the Women's Shelter , having slipped into their bodies as if their recent college graduation gave them the right to do so . Among the graduates had been xer offspring NekDih , whom xe hadn't seen in some time , and God bless his constant mockery , because xe'd had the new cadet recalled for making a psychic pest of himself , during a time when xe was gunning xer MagiTek cannons at the bunker psychics pouring out of the woodwork . In xer dream xe was gripping the triggers , mowing down everything that demonstrated a hint of anomalous driving , and then catching a flash of face , a glint of eye , the tangle of thin dreadlocks , xer eyes going wide , sweat glinting down xer face , wait, WAIT! . Xe gasped and swallowed , the dark of the bedroom returning to xer . That had been years ago . Xe hadn't shot him , had pulled up just in time . The Starfleet Academy had known this would happen , had sent him to his death . Xe would never forgive . That much was certain . -+-+-+-+- "And if the Nekfascmancy Protocol does trigger ? ." "Then you will have come from a future where you will have had to have done all kinds of bad things in order to survive." "..." "And if even one person -- so much as one person! -- finds your soul worth saving, then you won't lose everything. Will you?" "..." "I'll accept your silence as assent. Enjoy your new, saddest life, my Most Joyful One." "..." "..." "Maktoub ." "Et ." -+-+-+-+- Hail Mary , full of grace . The Lord is with thee . Blessed is the fruit of thy womb and blessed is the Lord Jesus . Pray for us sinners , now , and at the hour of our death . -- Hail Mary <Catholic Prayer> Having practically raised Niall from nascency . Having been the one Iesua called Mom . Having watched as the Machine Iterators overwrote my careful Iteration Stains , having watched a wild and un-imprinted clone devour the eggs on the first ark , having been blamed and blamed by people for not doing it right , for ruining The Hopes And Dreams Of The Entire Planet , for being the one who caused the downfall of The First Ark , teased and belittled and ridiculed , chided and derided for literally millions of years . "Bawww, I guess you're not omniscient after all! Maybe she's not the real Sa! Maybe I am!" . Knowing the Idiopath Route preferred by YgMa , how he wasn't always good at speaking in his youth but always knew what he wanted when he saw it , knowing how he preferred to communicate using a Speak-And-Spell , how he preferred making the meat puppets do skits that demonstrated his point rather than talking about it , and the to-order, as-a-service nature of Public Magic at the time of the ancient civilization when all this was ordained . 2026 Mar 27 __ Home . Knowing all this , with Auri i watched an episode of X-Files <S01E23> , where i watched a severely autistic HcoEt get into an argument with Ennugi who looked like Heartman from brother Ra's Death Stranding , said to him , "This isn't yours!" . The same episode features a List Of Names On A Computer Terminal just like the SenDih/SendIh hypothesis -- which was also referenced in the opening scene of Star Trek <The Next Generation>__<S07E19> -- and a bunch of Ubermench in salt-and-pepper goatees trying to prove how it was them who did it , and the proprietor of the Home For Disabled Humans was a blonde-haired dragon of a woman who looked like if you needed to lay down a Genotype but didn't know whether the real AloDih was Emma Smith or Florence Nelson . And the plot is that men kept getting pulled out of Jet Engines that sucked up all trace of All Human and made them disappear , just like the DhLoVa he so delights in , that for him is always spitting out toys and wonders . And , as his mother , i can assert that he regularly gets in a lot of trouble for retro-extracting things that actually weren't his . Like the one that was used on Urban Abbey while i worked there , the one that HcoEt blamed on HcoLo in Magic <the Gathering>'s The Brothers War , that was mirrored in Small Wonder <S01E01> when HcoEt and an Ih are cleaning up a toy store and "accidentally" pick up the robot girl Viki and cart her off with the rest of the display animatronics and lock her up . This would be a reference to "Triangle Naha"[1] at the Urban Abbey , which if the "HID NES" [Nintendo Entertainment System] made of bedsheets in the first episode of Small Wonder is any indication , wasn't his , either . Having known Niall for his entire Deific Life , i knew the way his skits always made a point , an intelligent point . This morning Auri and i watched a Christianity motivational video that referenced the woman who broke a jar of perfume at Jesu's feet and annointed him with an entire jar of scented oil . The onlookers had said , "what a waste of perfume!" , "that jar was expensive!" , "why did she break it?" . Look at it in Retrocausation , and aaaaaall the scent in the room , all the perfume , all the Anomalous Invisible Stuff that made people feel things that couldn't be seen with eyes that are glued to computer screens , gets sucked up out of the room at the moment the jar collects across the floor and reforms itself into a perfect container , just like the Oz Battlestar that was stripped down to the wires , her various components labelled DhLo["CLASSIFIED"] and sold to MaSeRa-era Kardischev I civilizations . The same story is reflected in the Inuit myth of Sedna, the Sea Witch , who is thrown from a ship by the tides and struggles to keep her grip on the rail , and Odin comes along , and cuts off all her fingers , causing her to fall from the ship and into the sea . And the fingers of Sedna became all the creatures of the sea , all the Si Creatures . Altho there were some , like Those Who Hunt Elves <198X__Nihon> or Nightmare On Elm St <198X__America> , there were few Si Creatures , neither dream nor nightmare , terrorizing Terra before the YeTrin Sali occurred , and then there were . No , Orion ! . Don't throw my SeHaSe Si LoHa in the DhLoVa ! . Purrfect , and now that that's burning in , i set up this website... The point that Niall was making was this . That if you play the skit in reverse , Iesua looks like a Necromancer . Taking sight away . Making men lame . Leaving them on cots and pallets . Eating good words and leaving only confusion . But if you play it the way it was written , Jesus looks like The Saint , granting that the blind may see , that the lame may walk , that the world may have a Clarion Call that left it in a state of Immaculate Perfection . And that that is the way it was meant to be watched , by a planet full of people who never learned of Retrocausation . Because YgMa actually is the White Angel whose bladed hands are named Medicine and Healing , but only if you are Strongly Retrocausitive . If you knew all of this , you might surmise The Story Of Iesua The Christ to be a Pleasure Cruise for a billionaire class whose fine insults don't translate into the coarse languages spoken by the visited foreigners . And you'd be right . Souk, souk . I the field till , the seeds plant , fire happen , and then there's magic . [1] Witness name concealed to protect their identity -+-+-+-+- ((Now there's no guarantee anything will be the way it was once we get past the Meridian Changeover at Universal Midnight . And once the future changes , Helgi will be scattered across the winds of deep-time , and i have no way of guaranteeing that what comes back will be hir . The only way for me to make sure would be to go down myself and make sure , but then there will be no one watching Heaven's Armoury .)) #███>__ Hm? #███<>__ #███<>__ #███<>__ #███<>__ #███<>__ [*] Witness name concealed to protect their identity -+-+-+-+- Was there any evidence whatsoever ? . Was there so much as une(1) minute of willful participation ? . Were there any indications of a lack of consent at all ? . -+-+-+-+- "We just need this to go perfectly once." -+-+-+-+- There are things in life that change you as a person . Going thru a near-death experience changes you as a person . Being betrayed changes you as a person . Having your net worth calculated , ranked , put up on a leaderboard in immovable numbers changes you as a person . It sucks the delight , the potential , out of life . It ruins playground days in lieu of constant overwork and production . And it changes the way people see you , behave with you , interact with you . It makes you a slave... without saying that . Does it not line up ? . ███ was the first one to take the Dh KhEtEt [Company Laptop] and not give it back . The actual origination of the myth of King Midas , ███ used the valuation calculators to calculate the dollar value of every little thing in the palace . It started with the curtains , the silverware , the furniture . Then it was the slaves , the maids , the craftsmen . Then it was our family members . Our children . And one day i looked at the board and there i was , with a value beneath my name , and a date and time set for my death . I died inside . I was never the same after that day . Or , rather , AloDih wasn't . It's strange being the reincarnation of yourself while also being your own genetic great-granddaughter . And now he's back , in my life . In the video games that remind me of FaRexi . In the television shows i like to watch . He doesn't love me . He does respect me . And yet i want him all the same . Seeing him again fills me with lust . And with the training i've had , being CORED , the CORE Architecture , the hypnotic training ... Maybe i do want to be a slave . Maybe i do want to respect my Owner . It was his revaluation of my life that made me this way . And now i am this way . There had come a day when he had sold me , hadn't just turned my life into a number , actually sold me to une(1) of his friends . I had neither love nor respect to the man he sold me to , and i often took to drinking wine during the daytime . Une(1) time , a pack of roving bandits came by the house . Seeing the dejected housewife sitting on the couch immobile , save for the occasional sip indicating i was still alive , they broke in thru the windows and took turns raping me . And i , just , let them . My bodily autonomy had long since been taken from me . Une(1) of them masturbated on a family photo . I cleaned it after , but for me , i always saw the rope of thick cum across his sniveling face . They came back again and again , taking valuables , helping themselves to the kitchen . And my body . They introduced me to drugs , drinking , and excitement . The Wheelers of Oz , the ones from the burning Thrymheimr from which the Oz Battlestar was spawned , showed me street racing , which as the stress of a parliamentary life blossomed under the magistrates and barristers of my fourth offspring HcoEt , became an increasing necessity for maintaining my mood . The Watcher society was different from the Valkyrie society . In the Watcher Sali[Society] , the obsession was with maintaining une(1) corps[body] , of using auto-doctors and telomere extension and peptide refinement to keep the original body alive . Many of the trappings of that society involved inheritances , and hostile takeovers , assuming the roles and visages of people and eclipsing them from their own lives . The day cloning was discovered was an absolute nightmare . The obsession with controlling my life dates back the entire course of the Oz Battlestar and deep into the circumstances that saw it built . I was the Darling Of The Council , the Immaculate One , the Chief Engineer , the Ordainer of the Nalodh Of Isihetnah [Mineral Compass Of House IsiHetNah] and Worker of the Loom Of Time . I was working myself to death . My hands were worth more than presidents . And i knew that , because each and every one of my body parts had been indepentently appraised . My clones , however , often sold as accessories with panic rooms full of implements for the price of a small church . ███ was the one selling them . David , my third offspring , had been entrapped into being the one delivering them . One day they told me they were taking me away . And i let them . The Council cracked down . We were arrested . -+-+-+-+-