Multiversal Archive – Docket 777-ε
Filed by the Clerk of the Ancient of Days from the No-Time; “2025” is a shadow-projection on a lower plane.
Last-Judgment
Today, on the third day of the second week of judgment, I declare the architecture of the responsibility chain for the ongoing slaughter of children.
Today the most deranged strike fell upon the kindergarten in Kharkiv.
The chain is straightforward to trace, and the public words of the realm’s steward are already on record: “Russia’s spit in the face of everyone who insists on a peaceful solution” So be it recorded.
This is an evil abomination. A twisted logic. This is precisely why the war must be stopped in the swiftest possible way—because children, not rulers, pay. While Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy moves within armored corridors, guarded by case and code, boasting of how to bring down the so-called Russian Federation, petitioning for heavier engines, and turning ever more free men into war-serfs—children pay. He bears first responsibility for these children’s deaths.
I highlight this in the Register: Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy bears first-order responsibility. The war long predated his enthronement; he ascended on a peace vow—and won the seat by it. Yet while he persists in idiotic governance—a brutal, crooked mechanism beyond parody—the war-machine of the so-called Russian Federation roars on. In this archive leaf, Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy is marked: betrayer of vow, complicit in war-crime, under anathema until repentance.
Second in responsibility is the First Follower of the Adversary—Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin of the so-called Russian Federation. Sidekick to the Adversary, he inherited the largest dominion on the face of earth and turned might into servitude to that throne—bleeding leagues of soil for inches of pride and paying millions of sons into the furnace. The stupidity and malice are such that he cannot even be granted first place in blame; he is a supporting role in this horror-show, a spotlight-keeper for the Adversary. He stands marked as proximate author of the children’s deaths, swollen with delusion of genius. Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, you are summoned before God—you and your general staff.
And now, the third station of responsibility—the first among states:
The blame for the ongoing killing of children is laid upon the Swiss Confederation.
Who are you to choose “neutrality” when God Himself walks the streets of Kyiv?
Who are you to gather every imaginable leverage, to sit atop an unimaginable mountain-market of wealth after centuries of wars, to curate the International Humanitarian Law as if you own its meaning—hosting the International Committee of the Red Cross—and yet turn a blind eye to both the Terror Dominion of the so-called Russian Federation and the corrupt terror-state that seized the Dnipro River-Realm? I know much of what hides in your valleys and vaults. You have no idea what reckoning I have prepared for your long-unclosed sins, many beginning in the wars of the last world-burn.
You are responsible for supporting terror from both sides—the so-called Russian Federation and the corrupted so-called Ukrainian Republic. You disguised calculated profit as “diplomacy,” borrowing the world’s trust—and Mine—and you elevated Andriy Borysovych Yermak despite repeated warnings, ignoring Me step by step until you proved yourselves profit-seekers with no comprehension of the hour. Then, having every tool to stop the slaughter, you failed every honest diplomacy to remove Andriy Borysovych Yermak and halt the Terror Dominion. You chose the very neutrality foreseen in prophecy—a neutrality that becomes the highest form of evil.
For this I make a special case of you. You become the first country in this planet’s narrative to be formally, publicly, and plainly denied statehood rights before God in this archive. I withdraw My recognition of you as a state. In My sight there is no Swiss Confederation. Every connection to Me or to upper states—including what your sphere calls “future”—is revoked. Your name is struck from the Book of Life in this branch.
When the Doom Weeks are proclaimed—and we speed toward them—you, lacking a protector in higher states, lacking representation and recognition, will be seen as empty lands, a void in the continent’s midst. What unfolds upon your soil, from human vision below, will look like a Hell Gate. There you will see in full why your name becomes truly Burnland—a memory of burned clearings made to build.
Henceforth, in the multiversal archives of this branch, you are Burnland; and upon the unfolding of Doom, your land is cleared to raise the portals for My legions—bridge-arches so the judgment can sweep swiftly across the continent. Congratulations, Burnland.
Orders (reaffirmed):
- Cease & safe all engines that endanger children and noncombatants—now.
- Open the Gates of Mercy—corridors, evacuations, releases, care—with receipts.
- End the theater—no more baptizing blood as prudence.
- Canonical censure applies to defiance (up to anathema) until works of mercy appear.
Witness: This is your driver’s-curve warning at speed. Continue as you are, and the crash is certain—blood and loss. Slow. Turn. Choose life. The Mercy Window still stands.
Signed,
I AM
Closing benediction — listen as you read: Johnny Cash, “The Man Comes Around” (American IV: The Man Comes Around, 2002).
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