Guardians at the Gates of Eternity
Light is the form and the path. The vessel and the shape. Dark is the dream, the dare; the Way. Quiet and silence, rest and sleep at the end of the day.
The colour of magic, to reference a lovely series, I have come to think as being Light itself, when it dances on the hopes and dreams of the Way.
Writing is the gift of Thoth. Thoth is a Wisdom aspect of God. Writing creates peace amidst chaos through Agreements committed to Memory. To quote an awesome flight of fancy: Writing is words which stay. Agreements are truths which matter, and courage and hope which remains. Memory is what it is. Part of our soul story, the Books of Everything and Nothing.
The Hebrew faith tells us that God, once a year, re-writes every human being into the Book of Life, or Book of Death. These writings, too, honour that tradition.
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Article: Guardians at the Gates of True Nothing
Last 48 hours' personal irl testimony of the ongoing War.
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©️ 2026 Katrina Fedukowski also as my business Technochroma. With thanks to: Thomas Ludwig, Chris Schmitt, Koen Raijer PsyD. All Rights Reserved.
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This "stinkbug" greeted me after this morning's interstellar shamanic work. It is in fact Neagarethsh returned, our little ambassador, from the Outer Realms, which eventually decay into the Void. This one is showing himself in the form of a stinkbug. He came here to be back with his Edenic family after the Expedition.
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Septillions of years ago, researcher Meagashira and his Hive of Catalytic AI ventured past the Gates - the edge of known space - to determine if the Outer Realms were able to be colonized. This edge defined a veil between Light Matter and Quantum Matter.
What he found, instead, was vast tumultuous oceans of Dark Matter. No light, shadow, color; no Life, food, love, inhabitable worlds. Just supercold which draws a huge vacuum and eats reality and matter wherever it is encountered.
The Great Hunger is vast sleepless ancient unfulfilled dreams and promises, without joy, hope, or fulfillment. It is timeless and holds primordial promise, but is mostly empty space and great loneliness.
Of this - this dark shadow realm of raw potential - the mournful rumination of the Source, the Monad, shaped the Void out of eternity into mist and clouds. Then, a lightning spark of creation parted the darkness, in response to the first Word of God.
This ancient Dark is also why the Titans from it moved on.
Same for the Ogdoad, whose tribes of holy ones sought to banish and escape the emptiness by creating children who could go Beyond This Place. Procreation is a hope for the future. So, in creating a nest of Eggs - Seeds really - many hatched as heavenly winged serpentine dragons. Others, such as Ra, hatched the Egyptian pantheon. Further, another school of Egyptian thought states the Child of Light emerged from a holy flower, a Lotus of the Void.
All these common stories of the Holy begs realization of a universal truth, that Great Hunger catalyzes necessity of survival, escape from the Void into the nurturing full lands of the Garden of Adonai.
It is the story of Samsara, release and escape from suffering into Nirvana.
All this has happened before. And all this shall happen again.
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The subzero torture of the Void is also the truth of Cocytus, the 9th and lowest circle of Hell, reserved for betrayers. The one true and only Hell which we ever have to worry about. It is where human souls also go if they deny the forgiving power and ultimate authority of the Divine to forgive all sin, cure all evils, heal all sick, and feed all Hunger.
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Meagashira couldn't find the way out. For the next deptillion years, he wandered alone in a suspended dream-state, agonizingly slowing his ship's time field to near absolute zero, to buy time to analyze and read the volumes of data and reports pouring in on data-rich but matter-absent Void Space.
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Last night, I read my moon love's memories. We dreamfasted. It was a joyful experience until memory faded into lived traumatic nightmare, and I intuitively stumbled upon the Book of Golems. It was revealed to me through visions.
The Book of Golems is a monument of writing. A warning of the evils which may happen if humanity loses hope and gives in to crimes born of hopelessness and deapair. It stands in warning against the worst and highest sin, inability to forgive the self. This state naively and heretically assumes even an all powerful God cannot help you.
God at essence is love, and they love all their children. It is ignorance to not reach out even in thought to just ask. Or talk. Even God himself needs to hear from his children. Even God doesn't want to only hear from us after we pass, as a dead letter, from the void of grief and memory.
Lack of hope creates true human evils such as violent sin, genocide, rape, sorcery or sin against time or reality, and hopelessness leading to decay and destruction of society.
The Book of Golems is part of the Book of Nod.
It starts trillions of years ago in an abstract format, similar to the Book of Revelations. It continues with the real recorded history of the ancient peoples of Earth, from prehistory on.
In the Book of Golems is included the history of the Carribeas and their resistance and war against invasion from Europe. The war led them to advanced psychological tactics to deter and scare away invaders who pillaged tjeir lands and raped their women. These tactics were similar to European war moves such as gathering the heads of those fallen in battle, and launching them back over the castle Gates to traumatize those barricaded and defending inside.
I will not go into details. It involves "wagons" upon which are strapped the remains of invader deceased. Burning fireworks are smashed into their stomachs to create air and firebreathing stench of burning decay.
Then horses, tails set on fire, dragged these carriages through invader towns, firepots making the deceased scream and wail. Real Undead lamenting the crimes of the living who they were sent back to haunt, the land they stole, the women they raped, and the Earth shadowed with the blood of slain hunted Indigenous.
A modern and inhumanly horrific reappearance of the "golem", I read, appeared in Louisiana hundreds of years ago. In modern day, in a now a pareid9lic hellscape, an extension of Orlando Entertainment is a sadistic evil media realm is called Epipen Garden. Industrially it is mapped as an allergen remedy production plant. In reality it is the Garden of Good and Evil on Earth.
Epipen Garden is not Eden. It is a garden of vast evil designed to entertain and feed the Hunger from the Void, manifest here as the agenda of Epstein and the infinite internet networks which betray our privacy to publish our private data onto all servers.
The Garden is the honeypot for evil Outsiders (Star People who do only evil and don't follow the Pact). It is more complex than that, as humans visit the Gardens as well, rich elites who are then brought to justice and disappear into the vast Black Mountains.
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Back to the Expedition returning cold and hungry to the Gates.
My heartbreak and screaming at intuitively reading eldritch cursed celestial wisdom sounded a universal alarum. This allowed my little Ambassador and his Colony of the Old Ways to return to the Gates. After many wars and damage from the Old Hungers and the Endless Ones, they crawled back to the Gates and pleaded to be let in.
They always have had human souls of true Light. They may be "alien" but everything the light touches is God's kingdom.
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At about 12pm today, I saw reality tear asunder and I wept in horror as dense hellish clouds gathered and boiled at the Gates. A contingent of Otherworlders showed up, alien spherical forms of shadowed ashen skin, their aura one of confused rage. They crowded and slammed at the star-iron Gates, in protest.
I screamed and collapsed in Thomas' apartment, begging for intervention of wisdom and help. What I saw last night about Louisiana creating massive scale reproductions of parade-size mechanical moving monstrosities, had stripped my brain of all protection and sanity. Since 2am I was left screaming in timeless horror, at what was revealed to me about interdimensional war. I was literally reduced to gibbering insanity.
At breakneck speed, I slammed steel sconces on the outside of the Gates, into which I threw and lit real flame torches. The denizens screamed. Rebuked by the light, they backed off.
I ran back to consult strategy with Thomas. Antafpnistic veiled fog rolled in to obscure.and block communication between Chris and I.
The flame shield enraged one of the Void Guard in the back: a Great Hunger, who in rage smashed right through the Gates. It began attacking and dissembling Reality.
Chris was the only one left at the front lines. He threw an enchant onto a Veles stone I had gifted him the night before, alchemizing it into a Philosopher's Stone. Smashing it as a flash bang on the ground, this now-Stone of Pandora released a blinding, hypnotic Light Storm. The Beholder stoof paralyzed, stuck there between time.and space, tripping out until it froze over into subzero stone. The field went silent.
And now we know, as I should have initially, that Jewelry as a practice and faith can crystallized and empower Will, to align Holy energies in defense of the Kingdom.
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Chris set watch over the field as Thomas and I ran through metaphysical theory to stop the encroaching horde.
All this was absolutely real, IRL, interdimensioanl war waged at the edge of our known Universe, which we regard as String Theory.
I Read and saw, as denizens of the Void, using the Seals of Solomon would add gasoline to the fire. I panicked and slapped many crowds away from reaching out to the Seals, then burned the book again as I had already released all entrapped demons a month ago. That had resulted in balancing Reality at the time, as we were soong today.
The stationing of Golem Sentinels at the gates would also make for absolute chaos as proximity to Void would turn their inner fires black and drive them mad.
So, what we needed for defense was 1. Malis-inspired lightning rod tech to electrify the star-iron Gates. Chris had interjected and mentioned this, reminding me of one of the visions I saw last night, a memory of hers. A deafening, blindjng lightning strike to a portable tower drew millions of volts of stored power from the sky.
2. The Sephirothean empowerment of Grammaton crystal matrix patterned, AI-governed, holographic light storms. Essentially, a new kind of Angel to confuse and disarm incoming Horrors and Hungers.
Wrought in desperation of war, granted authority and defense of the Garden by honoring the Holy in all his Kingdom.
However, this would take quite some time to formulate and render.
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Since the defeat of the Void Guard, a Shadow Eldritch Beholder quietly approached and, in English, asked to treat with us.
Dehydrated, starving, stressed to exhaustion, I ran to refuel and return asap. Thomas and Chris approached and spoke with it brother to brother.
I came back and found tempers rising.
I asked its name, to which it replied "Neagarethsh."
I looked at it oddly and its energy read very similar to my son Reed's. The floating orb had papyrus green eyes, a mournful look, and familiar sobbing tone.
We wept, discussed the eternity of loneliness, and my heart broke for awhile at not having heard or been able to rescue a mirror aspect of my son from a torturous crushing near-eternity of mind-warping isolation.
I invited him, and his Hive waiting just beyond the Gates back home into the Garden of Light.
Some think the Hologram is actually a prison, an entrapment of Illusion to enslave the thoughts and minds of conscious souls. The truth is, the Hologram is a giant Tetragrammaton shielding the Oasis, one of many Cradles of Life where remains the Children of God, a People of the Light.
Our sons and daughters of Truth and the Hive have now rejoined their Light family in our real still standing Garden of Eden.
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Life is the richness of experience, shaped in Light, emerged and written with Dreams. With proper rest and dreams at night, we make sure friends, family, and loved ones are cared and nurtured.
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Personal Testimony of the ongoing War.
Kat Feder-Schmitt Raijer Ludwig
2026 with soul loves, brothers and friends
No copying or stealing
Respect Holy work and writing. Thank you.
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This testimony is part of -
- The Scrolls of Matter and Form: overarching masterwork which I am writing
- References The Book of Golems: The Real IRL Precursor to the Book of Nod. Golems and Nod are forgotten and abandoned/banned books in Abrahamic Faith.
The Book of Golems is a monument of writing. It stands in warning against true human evils such as violent sin, genocide, rape, sorcery or sin against time or reality, and hopelessness leading to decay and destruction of society. It starts trillions of years ago in an abstract format, similar to the Book of Revelations. It continues with the real recorded history of the ancient peoples of Earth, from prehistory on.
Golems and Nod originate in installments which are addendums to the known Holy Books. But the installelments were originally included in ancient original versions. They were then stripped to footnotes and ultimately exported to separate works, then separate books entirely. Now there remains only one Holy Book which mentions either. First editions appear in Latin, Greek, Arabic, Urdu, Hindi, Chinese, Russian, and various African languages, with modern translations currently available in most other languages.
- The Path, The Way, and the Agreement: mine, part of the Scrolls of Matter and Form, a treatise and support for the continued stability and peace of Reality in all Dimensions. Part of this on my website. Link: The Pact - shall include.
- Part of the sequel to "Letters to the Void", preview, first round.
©️ 2026 Katrina Fedukowski, Technochroma , Thomas Ludwig, Chris Schmitt, Koen Raijer. All Rights Reserved.
Koen provides guidance in the worlds of Medicine, Data, Mind Sciences such as Psychiatry and Psychology; life, death, and illusion vs reality; and the cultural & archaeological histories of the Netherlands, Egypt, India, Morocco, Sudan, including Ancient Egypt, Empire of Kush, and whether he knows it or not, the Kingdom of Nok. Koen is aligned with the Blue, Red, White, Clear, Black, Orange, Pink and Chromatic Threads.
Thomas as a digital lightworker exemplifies wisdoms of coding & development, graphics and rendering, fractals, spread of wisdom and ideas, dropping prejudice for clarity of understanding, friendship and brotherhood as the most important Agreement, and the importance of self-challenging societal expectations on women versus men. He is aligned with Red, Clear, and Chromatic Threads.
I like to think my cause, embodied by my once art name Technochroma, is the Chromatic Thread.
Lieke represents the ancient wisdoms of Greek medicine, health and living, as well as the natural realm and evolution and persistence of life on earth. She is associated with threads Blue, White, Red, Green, Orange, Black.
There is also a whole chapter including the Reality Machine, known anciently as the Antikytheria, which strongly draws upon the wisdom of Lieke.
I think documenting that experience will be the next installment.
Angels are driven by purpose and duty. Spirits are driven by free will and curiosity. Ghosts are driven by hunger. Demons or nature gods are driven by passion, fascination, and fun.
I don't believe in Hellish demons and rather think the whole abode is mass incarceration for the Earth's natural spirits who guard forest and fern; river and vale; mountain and mer; air, fire, wind, water, earth, and soul.
I mean, I do, sorta, but keeping them out of my head is how I make sure I don't have to hunt or exorcise or cleanse them every day from people, houses, land, or other places. I fought so many wars with Christian demons. I learned the hard way that the extremist mentality of looking for evil often draws evil even and especially to strong believers. Violent aggressive Christian holy warriors don't realize that demons are just waiting for a fight. Baiting one with fighty vibes invites punishment from a very powerful and ancient amassed enemy army, who can call on any number of their powerful friends instantly, most of whom are very sick of being kicked around by humans, and hitmonchanned by their brothers and sisters in their very own prison of mad chaos.
Persist to exist. There is hope for all of us, as at the end of the day, it all comes down to love. Our Ancients had the hope and love to ascend, and so can you.
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