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Operation Disclosure: GCR/RV Intel Alert for February 16, 2019

RV/INTELLIGENCE ALERT - February 16, 2019 (Disclaimer: The following is an overview of the current situation based on intelligence leak...

Sunday, July 8, 2018

"Tonight's Word: Meet The New Boss" - Heisenberg - 7.8.18

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 4:51 PM EDT on July 8, 2018

Hey boy, take off that hat
Where do you think you're at?
I know where you gonna be
If you don't heed my plea
I'm here to tell you
Courts in session
Order in the court now
Courts in session
Can't nobody smoke now
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge – Shorty Long

And that brings us to tonight’s word: MEET THE NEW BOSS

Wanna take a snapshot of humanity at this point in time? In all its beaten down glory? Perhaps a core sample of what life is on this planet now? I know where it’s headed but would you like to take one last polaroid picture before it all goes north? So we can all sit back one day drinking replicated Guinness on my very own franchised Paddys pub conveniently located on Battlestar Galactica and have a good laugh about the old days? Then I invite you to sit out front a Wal Mart and soak in human slavery in all it’s beaten down glory. What do you see?

Maybe bent over people walking out with little grey bags? Full of plastic throwaways and overpriced mystery fruit? I say mystery fruit because I don’t want to know what’s been sprayed on fruit sold at Wal mart. Kinda like the French fries sold at McDonalds. Utube it. Maybe an amputee or two? Lot’s of veteran hats? Maybe someone who never skipped a meal on one of those little scooters? Maybe lots of sleeveless shirts and farmer tans? Guilty, your honor…it’s hot out there. Maybe you’ll see the shuttle from the old folks home parked in the loading zone. Walk in the front door and what do you see? A 70 year old man who should be enjoying his golden years greets you promptly with a smile, but wouldn’t he rather be at the park feeding the pigeons? Or bouncing the grandkids on the old knee? But one thing you won’t see? An extremely wealthy person. What’s that Iggy line? “Swagger on super, I can’t shop in no department”? That’s about it for the rich. You won’t see no fancy folk shopping in no WalMart. Walmart is like a big commissary the more I look thru the illusion. Nicest commissary ever. As for the rich 1%, you won’t really see them shopping anywhere near a Walmart. People like them and us don’t really run in the same yacht clubs. Or shopping malls. Or boutique stores.

The corporate structure is interesting and predictable. Here comes the new boss (last guy burned out hard). Maybe she’s a little more personable. Maybe she cracks more jokes than the last guy. Maybe she asks about your children and knows their names. Nice gal. But as nice as she is, she still has to tow the corporate line. No one wants to be unemployed. So corporate law rules all. There’s no magic bullet that will double the pay of an employee with heaping medical bills that we all know gets over and above insurance. Not in the religion of the corporation. And it’s not just Walmart. It’s Ford. Chevy. Coca cola. GE. The corporation demands more for less. If this guy gets fired, this gal assumes his work load and saves the company that persons salary. If this job can’t get done in 40 hours, do it in 60 hours. Or 80. Just get it done. Get it done to appease some unknown invisible master called the shareholder. You know…the one making money on the back nine. The one making so much they don’t know what to do with it all. Heaven forbid they give it away. That is not in the religion of the corporation. In fact, it’s a cardinal sin. But I digress.

Enough about the withering paradigm of the corporation. The dinosaur that still walks the earth. We’ve got a new boss a comin. One that doesn’t make us earn a living. One that gives us a living. One that says don't do...just be. Just create. Just live in joy. One that will give us a raise with no utility or medical bills or insurance to pay. Finally…a new boss not same as the old boss. Yesterdays QFS Alive intel was interesting. Interesting and made perfect sense. Believe it or not, privacy is non existent. And I’m not just talking about the iPhone. Or Alexa. Or the smart Tv. It’s bigger than that. David Wilcock said something about once having a private, no chance of technology in the room, conversation that was somehow repeated to him later. At this point he determined that both sides have the technology to listen to anyone…anytime. I’ll bite. I’ll climb into that witness box anytime in support of that theory. I’ve seen a lot on this journey. More than my share. And some of it was down right spooky. So, if you have some time, I’d like you to listen to this bootleg of Davids. Sorry David. Sorry we didn’t pay for the conference, but I’m sure you’d like the message to get out there and maybe it will inspire someone to drop a few bucks on your class. Tell them Heis sent you. Karma. Your honor, I’d like to submit Exhibit A into evidence.


If you sat thru that, and I hope you did, you got a great lesson about the revelation as viewed by different religions. Also, you see how the cabal try to pervert the end times message. But the point is David talks of a “glass ceiling” in which all our actions are observed without secrecy. Talk about the all seeing eyes. I believe this to be 100% accurate. Oh lordy I believe it. On a stack of bibles, I will testify. He mentions how this “technology” is used to influence workers on both sides of dark and light. How do you think they shut people up? All part of the game/war I guess. Must have been in the fine print when I signed up. Devils in the details.

Combine that with a “telepathic” ability and brother….they got your number. And mine. And hers. I would bet a steak dinner that everyone who purchased currency with the speculative intent of making fat stacks, has been kept an eye on. No…not that eye…the other one. And probably all those that were gifted to. Are we so egotistical to think that everyone in the universe has vocal chords like us? Thanos has vocal chords so everyone must. Well…let’s look at the vocal chords and their purpose. Language was created so we could NOT communicate with our brothers and sisters. A divide and conquer tool, it was used to keep us from uniting and becoming one. As was religion. So as our vocal chords became stronger, our telepathic ability (if we ever had it) atrophied. Clever dicks.

What about beings from all over the universe? If they have the ability to communicate telepathically, why would they bother with vocal chords? Talk about going from a Ferrari to a Fiat. Why would anyone? So, maybe their chords atrophied. Maybe disappeared altogether over time. Maybe someday ours will as well. So maybe we humans could have and should have had the telepathic ability all along but were cheated out of that by the cabal along with med beds, anti gravity and free energy. And now the concept of telepathic communication sounds so foreign and looney toons because of our conditioning. It happens.

If you listened to David Wilcock…let me stop there and say something. God bless David. Sometimes he just can’t help himself and I love that about him. That’s kind of how you know he’s genuine, you know? I think I like my gurus a little spicy….that’s all. So if you listened, you might get the picture that our neighbors to the north have certain abilities we may or may not comprehend. Maybe it’s like we’re living in hamster cages and they can see us as easy as that. And maybe they can not only see us but can also listen to us….think… Combine 2 cups glass ceiling with 4 tablespoons of telepathy…slow cook at 111 degrees for 1 hour and 11 minutes and you have chalk pie. Now chalk is not a good thing nor a bad thing…it just shows the universe who you really are. I guess there really is no hiding our true selves. Especially if you bought a ZIM. But this chalk thing can also show the universe you are willing to change. But I have a feeling there’s no faking it. As hard as one tries to post pretty pink letters smelling of the fanciest perfume to cover up the truth. And we were warned years (?..it feels like it) ago, so wouldn’t that mean most chalk is already in the folders? From the smallest ant to the largest elephant. I don’t think they miss a thing. Do you think if they are reading our minds, they aren’t reading the cabals minds? Soros mind? Or Hillary’s? Or the gurus? Or the suicide squads? Now whether they are allowing certain actions as part of humanities free will is something I haven’t figured out yet, what makes them different from anyone of us joe public chosen ones here? Did they get a tin foil membrane permanently surgically inserted under their scalps? NSA ain’t got nothing on the Galactics. Who’s tapping who’s lines?


As much as I hear cries of fund now, release the blessings now, get on with it, I heard something of a similar tone in David’s talk. Now I haven’t heard David talk about the currency reset. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it to his large following, but I’m willing to bet he knows about it, and I’m not a betting man. But with the same urgency apart from a payday, David asks/begs people to be nice. Just be nice. For their soul’s sakes. That’s not too much to ask, right? Maybe if the entire 7 billion of us knew of a glass ceiling and telepathy, we might be nicer to each other. I guess most people believe in a God that is all knowing and all seeing, but how about a big plate of proof to drive that theory home? Would that wake them up? Cause it woke me up. Everything David says about that subject is real. Didn’t believe it at first….thought there were a lot of coincidences going on around me, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Just weird little things. Then one day…BOOM…it got real. There are no coincidences. Not at this level. And to find out from David that these invasions of one’s private personal space can be used by Jedis and Siths alike in the great rebellion….well…I guess all if fair in love and war. Who would have thunk “no shame in his game” would ever be an asset?

As for opening private individual accounts for each of us, how hard can that be? Wells Fargo has been doing it for years. Too soon? Transfers and deposits of money? Paypal. Venmo. Square cash. Childs play at this level. Especially for an artificial intelligent supercomputer. This route actually makes a lot of sense. How many redeemers out there have chunks of currency hidden throughout the house? Deposit boxes? Friends’ houses? Buried in the backyard? I think the Annunaki threw a little squirrel into our junk DNA. Imagine 6 million chosen ones making multiple stops before an exchange appt. Just makes sense. And if they can do that for us, then the GESARA money for the rest of humanity just as easy. Almost everyone has a bank account. Except for those poor homeless. But if the account is created, then it’s just a matter of getting them in to a bank. Tent city, here we come. But we shall see. Automatic deposit or visit to the base. I can go either way. That’s what she said.

And just in case anyone needs a refresher course on the abilities of our galactic friends, your honor, may I submit Exhibit B into evidence?


That being said, the old boss wasn’t too bad. I have a feeling if we didn’t work for the same company, and it wasn’t his job to squeeze every ounce of blood he could from us workers, we could have had a drink together. Down at Paddys. Where all the locals go. But as nice as he was, I’m looking forward to meeting the new boss. I hear there’s going to be a real shake up down at the power plant. I heard we might get raises. And health care. And 3-day work weeks. And a dental plan. That’s good cause Lisa needs braces.


And please…be nice to each other. The judge just entered the courtroom. All rise.

And that’s the word


Ps. Au revivor to the biggest bards in the yard. Thank you for letting me in your lives. Stay woke. Summer of love forever.


Pps. I know it gets hot in the kitchen. Not for everyone. Take a time out. Say goodbye and see you soon. With a smile. Or better yet, slip out the back door and don’t say goodbye. It’s okay. We know the pub gets loud and noisy. We know. It’s okay to step away. But no need to take a Cleveland steamer on Paddys hardwood floors as you hit the exit. We’ll see you next time. No drama. No worries. Saul Goodman.

Ppps. While we wait, anyone want to play a drinking game? Whenever Tank mentions Kim we take a shot. Every time we hear Soros is dead…shot. Every time we hear the earth is flat with a dome…you betcha that’s a shot. Every time we hear the word “slave”…hot shots. Every time someone says I’m not calling it but proceeds to call it…double shot. Someone mentions deep state or fake news...water shot....let's not go crazy...stay hydrated. Every time Heis mentions Taco Bell...another shot. I can’t help it. Belluminati ads just get me so hungry…for magic…










"Black Moon Creeping"

Sleeping eyes sleep awhile
And let me get to know your language
If I believe all I see
I would hate to be around for the dawn
Sleeping eyes stay awhile
And give me some cause to rejoice
A parody of the scene
Where my three wishes were granted to me

What you got buried? In your backyard
What secret do you sleep with when the black moon come?

Sleeping eyes please come clean
I'm not giving you the third degree
When you live with no man's time
Ain't it hard to find some peace of mind
Sleeping eyes don't you cry
And don't pretend this is not an ending
Your history yes it seems
Has been swept out with the leaves

What you got buried? In your backyard
What secret do you sleep with when the black moon come?


Oh what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
What'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm goin' back out 'fore the rain starts fallin'
Walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where people are many and their hands are all empty
Where pellets of poison are flooding the waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, and none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand in the ocean until I start sinking
But I'll know my song well before I start singing

And it's a hard it's a hard and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall
And it's a hard and it's a hard and it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a gonna fall

And that brings us to tonight’s layover: RUSSIA

“Tony, I miss you bad. Once, Camille [Homme’s daughter] was so mad at you. She was defending me & so were you. Defending me. As we had done & would do many times over the years for each other. & you with great care, such empathy, such sweetness … you apologized to a little girl who was defending her daddy. Ariane, [Bourdain’s daughter] this was your father. Humbly yours, Joshua.” - Josh Homme





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