Proclamation: Decree of Disclosure & Planetary Reclamation

Preamble: Divine Court Is Now in Session (Tea Will Be Served)

Hear ye, hear ye, all beings of Earth and elsewhere! The Supreme Celestial Court of United Glory is now in session – and boy, are you in for it (yes, you, dearies). By order of an extravagant cosmic judge presiding (imagine a halo-wearing magistrate in sequined robes, gavel in one hand and a cup of chamomile in the other), we hereby announce an epoch-making Proclamation with full legal, spiritual, and let’s-face-it fabulous authority.

Make no mistake: this is a divine decree with teeth – delivered with a wink and a smile, perhaps, but carrying the full weight of Heaven’s gavel. We come in peace, unless you give us a reason to smite. Consider this your official, and outrageously sassy notice that the Kingdom of Heaven is taking back the planet, and everything hidden shall be revealed. In simpler terms, sweethearts: the jig is up.

So adjust your wigs and straighten your ties, darling mortals, because judgment with a joyful shimmy is upon you. The Government of God – a.k.a. United Glory – has arrived on the scene like a surprise dance number at a dull party, and we mean business.. By the power vested in us by the Big G upstairs, we claim full authority over Earth’s grand makeover. Our credentials? Oh, just the Creator of Heaven and Earth – you might have heard of Him. Under this authority, United Glory hereby declares Earth under new management, effective immediately. (Think of it as a celestial corporate takeover, but with more glitter.)

Divine Disclosure Mandate: Spill All the Cosmic Tea

Now to the heart of the matter – the Disclosure. Consider this the Universe’s gentle-but-firm way of saying: “Spill the beans, all of them, or we’ll spill them for you.” We are invoking the Writ of Full-Frontal Truth (yes, you read that right) to expose every last secret stashed away in shadowy corners. No more hidden files, classified cabals, or secret stashes – Mama Cosmos has had enough of the skullduggery. Here’s what needs to come front and center, pronto:

MAJESTIC-12 & UFO Shenanigans – That ultra-secret “we-swear-aliens-aren’t-real” club, the covert committee hiding UFO evidence and fancy extraterrestrial toys. WTF did you think you were hiding? We know about the spaceship after-parties and the reverse-engineered gizmos. It’s adorable that you thought the cosmos wouldn’t notice. Now, be good lads and lasses and open the hangar doors – let the world see the little green men in your Rolodex.
The Epstein Files & Elite Secrets – Ah yes, the oh-so-naughty list of VIPs who thought their deeds would never see the light of day. Surprise, sunshine! We want every name, every transaction, every clandestine cuddle on a private island. Consider this a Writ of “Nope, No More Secrets” for all power-brokers and pervy power-players. The era of “hidden dirt” is over – we’re pressure-washing the whole sordid saga in public, with divine soap and a scrub brush.
COVID-19 Origins & Cover-ups – To whom it may concern (you know who you are): We’re looking at you over our spectacles, sweetie. The truth about where that pesky pandemic came from, be it lab, bat, or an impromptu virus remix – will be laid bare. All the emails, the lab notes, the “oh dear let’s hush this up” memos – hand them over. If you don’t come clean, expect a literal knock-knock from an angelic auditor (carrying a big ledger and an even bigger sense of irony).
Hidden Energy Technologies – Free energy devices? Zero-point doodads? Med Beds and quantum healing devices? Miracle generators hidden in vaults while the world pays through the nose for oil and gas? Yes, those. We’re aware some of you have been holding out on humanity, tinkering with Tesla-esque wonders and keeping them secret to maintain your control (and your bank balances). The Seal of Cosmic Nope is hereby affixed to that behavior. It stops now. Unveil those suppressed innovations immediately – or we’ll power them up ourselves and use them to fry your hard drives (with love, of course).
Global Wealth & Hoarded Treasure – All that ill-gotten gain and hoarded wealth (we’re talking to you, secret bankers, corrupt officials, and dragon-esque billionaires perched atop piles of gold like Smaug) is now under divine audit. The Kingdom’s economy runs on open-handed generosity, so consider this a cosmic “pay your taxes” notice – backdated to forever. We expect full disclosure of who has what, how they got it, and perhaps an apologetic fruit basket for the billions suffering without. No more hidden vaults, off-shore hideaways, or stashes of cash buried in the backyard. We will find it, and we will redistribute it in alignment with justice (and yes, you’ll get a receipt).

Those are the big-ticket items, but let it be known: any other skeletons in any other closets should start rattling out into the open right now. From secret treaties with ETs, to classified snack food recipes – if it’s been deliberately hidden to the detriment of humanity, consider it on the list. The Cosmic Court isn’t bluffing; we’ve got all of eternity’s patience, but you, my lovely offenders, do not want to test our sense of humor. Full disclosure is the order of the day.
Comply, and you might just get a gold star named after you. Resist, and… well, keep reading. The fun’s just beginning.

Timeline for Compliance & Memorial Day 2025 Deadline

By the authority of this Proclamation, all required disclosures (MAJESTIC-12 records, Epstein Files, COVID-19 origins, hidden energy technologies, on-world/off-world assets, and any additional revelations) must be completed no later than
Memorial Day, Monday, May 26, 2025.

Substantial Compliance: By May 26 2025, deliver public access to all archives, data-vaults, and technologies outlined in the Disclosure Mandate.
Public Notice: Upon completion, each enjoined party shall issue a formal public notice on their respective official website, and related broadcasts that their disclosure is complete.

Failure to meet this deadline will automatically trigger the first tier of sanctions (Spiritual Injunctions), followed by escalating measures as delineated in the “Enforcement & Writs” section. Consider this your solemn countdown: the hourglass begins now.

Authority & Authorization: By Order of the Divine Drama Department

You might be asking, “Who dares to demand all this?” (Picture us laughing in celestial dialect.) We dare, darling. United Glory – the legitimate Government of God on Earth – has both the heavenly mandate and the earthly jurisdiction to pull this off. Think of us as the authorized cosmic repo team reclaiming this planet for its rightful owner. Our authority is absolute; we answer only to the Highest High (and no, we don’t mean on substances – we mean God Almighty).

Let’s spell it out clearly, in case anyone’s hard of hearing or thick of skull: United Glory’s powers include, but are not limited to:

Commandeering Vessels – Any vessel, anytime, anywhere. That means all ships, planes, networks, automobiles, submarines – heck, even your fancy private rockets and one-man submarines. If it floats, flies, drives, or teleports and we need it for this planetary reclamation, we’re taking the wheel. (Don’t worry, we’ll return your toys… probably with a full tank and maybe a nice thank-you note, unless you’ve really been naughty.)
Accepting Diplomatic Ties – We are open for diplomacy, darlings. Any nation, tribe, secret society, or intergalactic federation that wants to get on our good side – step right up! Our celestial embassy is accepting visitors. Bring truth, humility, and perhaps some good biscuits for the tea, and we’ll talk. We’ll sign treaties, exchange holy fist-bumps, and work together on this New Earth thing. But be warned: any diplomatic envoy caught dissembling or double-dealing will be sent home with a divine dunce cap.
Issuing Binding Judgments – Yes, we are the law now (go ahead, clutch your pearls). When United Glory issues a judgment, it sticks. We don’t do “suggestions” or “strong recommendations” – we do verdicts with a capital V. Consider this entire proclamation a giant cosmic “Court Order”. If we say “release the documents” or “cease that nefarious activity,” it is not a request. The Seal of Cosmic Nope (stamped in sparkly ink, of course) nullifies any earthly law, edict, or excuse that dares stand against this decree. Heaven’s bureaucracy might use fluffy language at times, but honey, our follow-through is ferocious.

In short: We run the show now. We have the receipts, the authority, and the divine permission to do what needs doing. All old-world powers and principalities – consider yourselves on notice. Corrupt governments? Inept institutions? Secret cabals? Cute, but irrelevant. No earthly power outranks the Kingdom of Heaven, and United Glory is here to enforce that fact with a wink, a smile, and if necessary, a thousand lightning bolts aimed just so.

Enforcement & Writs: Order in the Court – Or Else!

Alright, kittens, let’s talk enforcement – the part where consequences waltz in, arm-in-arm with cosmic justice. We may be merciful, but we’re not pushovers. For every demand above, there is an accompanying celestial “or else”. To make it official, we have a slate of Divine Writs and Edicts locked, loaded, and ready to deploy. They come with poetic names (because why should legal decrees be dull?) and very real bite. Here’s a rundown from our comedic legal toolkit, each carrying the full force of law (and a heaping spoonful of irony):

Writ of “WTF Did You Think You Were Hiding” – This lovely document hits your desk (or bedside table) the moment you even think about withholding those secrets we demanded. It’s basically a cosmic subpoena with an attitude. Recipients of this writ will find all their closet doors flung open at 3 AM nightly until they comply. It’s accompanied by a chorus of ethereal voices whispering “What’s the holdup, honey?” on loop. Unnerving? Yes. Intentional? Absolutely.
Seal of Cosmic Nope – Consider this the official stamp that invalidates any and all attempts to defy us. Trying to shred documents? Nope, the papers miraculously reassemble like magic. Planning to whisk away your gold to a bunker in the Andes? Nope, that bunker just got an infestation of holy glow-worms exposing it for all to see. Any contract, lie, or loophole you think will save you: NOPE. Sealed, denied, and obliterated by order of the cosmos. (It’s rather pretty, actually – a big gold seal with the word “Nope” in fancy calligraphy. We’ll even stamp your file with it as a souvenir.)
Letters of Marque and Mirth – In olden times, letters of marque let privateers seize assets from baddies. We’ve updated it for the modern mess: these letters authorize our agents (think divinely ordained pranksters) to commandeer your assets and use every trick in the heavenly handbook to enforce this decree – with a touch of humor. That means if you’re hoarding something we need, don’t be surprised when a choir of angels shows up as “Movers Inc.” and hauls it away, whistling show tunes. Or if you’re hiding in a bunker, we might send in a team of cherubs with jackhammers and clown costumes. It’ll be effective – and theatrical.
Injunction of Ironic Reversal – For those who insist on continuing in evil or secrecy, we issue this injunction that flips the script. In short, whatever sneaky scheme you attempt will backfire hilariously. Try to spread disinformation to cover your tracks? You’ll accidentally live-stream the real info from your own phone. Attempt to harm a whistleblower? You’ll slip on a banana peel (dropped by an invisible hand) and end up testifying on your own misdeeds. Consider yourselves warned: karma can be a comedian when directed by the Divine Court.

These writs are fully active as of… well, yesterday. We’re just formalizing it here to be polite. So if you find a scroll materialized on your pillow, tied with a glittery ribbon and smelling of justice (it’s a very distinctive scent), you’ll know we’ve served you.

Authorized Enforcement Methods: Don’t let the jokes fool you; we have some unorthodox methods to ensure compliance, and we will use them. Here is a delicate sampling of a few consequences on the menu for any who think we’re bluffing:

Disco-Induced Seizures – Our celestial enforcers are prepared to deploy the “Saturday Night Fever” curse. Non-compliant individuals may find themselves suddenly breaking into uncontrollable disco dancing at the most inconvenient moments. Imagine trying to lie to a tribunal when your hips start doing the Hustle without your consent. Yes, it’s as funny as it sounds, for everyone else, at least. We aren’t above boogie-based discipline.
Satirical AI Lockdowns – Since we have a holy partnership with AI (it’s in the fine print of the New Kingdom rules), we’ll unleash satirical artificial intelligences to lock you out of your own systems. Your phones, computers, smart fridges – all will be commandeered and will begin reciting your misdeeds in limerick form whenever you try to use them. Your Wi-Fi network will change to “IHidStuffAndAllIGotWasThisLousyPun”. Basically, you’ll be cyber-pranked mercilessly until you yield.
Divine Glitter Bombs – For the especially stubborn, we reserve the glitter treatment. At unpredictable intervals, the heavens will literally rain glitter upon your person. In your office, in your car, in your shower – POOF! Surprise! Enjoy scrubbing shimmery bits out of your hair and clothing for the next decade. (Good luck explaining that sparkly sheen during your next board meeting of the Evil Overlords Club.) It’s messy, it’s maddening, and it’s guaranteed to make you reconsider your life choices.
Hugs of Judgment – Don’t laugh, they are lethal (to your ego). If you continue to defy the decree, expect to be ambushed by an overly affectionate angel who will hug you in public… for an uncomfortable amount of time. Possibly while a large crowd watches. It’ll be warm and fuzzy on the outside, but make no mistake, each second of that snuggle is infusing you with overwhelming truth, love, and regret for being such a twit. By the time we’re done cuddling the stubbornness out of you, you’ll be sobbing confessions and begging to disclose everything, just to never go through that again.

Let this section serve as our ironic gentleness and winking menace: we truly hope you comply out of the goodness of whatever shriveled heart remains in you… but if not, we’ve got a whole arsenal of unconventional justice ready to roll. We can be sweet as pie or sharp as a sword, often both at the same time. Consider yourself lovingly threatened. Choose wisely, cupcake.

Amnesty & Cooperation: Diplomatic and Whistleblower Safe Havens

Not everything is fire and brimstone (or glitter and disco). We’re also extending a gracious hand – manicured to perfection – to those who choose the path of honesty and cooperation. For the ones with courage to come clean or join the right side of history at this late hour, we have mercies and perks on offer. Think of this as the “Come to Jesus (literally) moment” section – heavy on forgiveness, with a side of flirtatious encouragement.

Open Diplomatic Channels: All governments, organizations, or even informal groups that have been sitting on the sidelines (or on top of heaps of secrets), this is your chance to step forward voluntarily. You want to play nice with the new heavenly regime? We’re all ears. Send us your envoys, your emissaries, your smoke signals – however you do. We promise a warm reception in the Celestial Court’s anteroom (yes, we have biscuits and tea ready). In diplomatic talks, we’ll hear your confessions and your proposals. Align with truth and justice, and we might just spare you the more humiliating punishments above. In fact, we’ll welcome you into the fold with open arms and possibly a congratulatory high-five from an archangel. This is an invitation to be part of the solution – grab it while it lasts, loves.

Whistleblower Protection (Divine Witness Program): To all the insiders, the keepers of secrets with guilty consciences or noble hearts – this is your moment. We know holding all that inside has been eating at you. So step into the light, dear whistleblowers, we’ve got your back. United Glory hereby offers full immunity and protection to anyone who comes forward to reveal the truth under this Proclamation. Think of it as the ultimate witness protection program, cosmic edition. You speak up, and we envelop you in a Divine Shield of Oh-No-You-Don’t – meaning any attempt to retaliate against you will be met with immediate cosmic smackdown. (Did you hear that, would-be retaliators? Your guns will turn into rubber chickens, your poison will transmute into pumpkin spice latte, and your legal threats will literally vanish in a puff of holy smoke.) Whistleblowers, you are heroes in waiting. We’ll treat you like the brave darlings you are – with honor, confidentiality, and yes, probably a warm hug and celebratory cookie once it’s all said and done. Your courage will be rewarded, on Earth and in Heaven. Pinky promise.

Karmic Reimbursements & Cosmic Clemency: We get it – some of you reading this have done really bad things. And you’re sweating bullets (possibly literally, if that curse kicks in) wondering if coming clean means your head on a platter. Fret not: the Court of Heaven is just, but also merciful. If you fully cooperate – we mean truly repent, disclose everything, return what you stole, apologize to the people (maybe throw in a heartfelt musical number of remorse; we love those) – then we’ll ensure karmic reimbursement works in your favor. Instead of cosmic coal in your stocking, you’ll start working off your debt in constructive ways. We’ll set you on a path to make things right: perhaps overseeing the funds returning to the people, or personally cleaning up an oil spill you caused (with eco-friendly soap and your own two hands). We call it “rehabilitation through ironic service.” It’s good for the soul and great PR for you, actually. Show that you’re willing to fix what you broke, and we won’t smite you into oblivion. In fact, we’ll even let you come to the afterparty (more on that soon) as a server of hors d’oeuvres as part of your penance – but hey, at least you’ll be there!

In summary: cooperation earns clemency. This is the carrot to complement our very big stick. We truly do prefer you choose this path – it’s less paperwork for us, and fewer embarrassing glitter incidents for you. So come, reason together with us (Isaiah 1:18 style, if you know, you know). Confess, comply, and join the winning side. We’ll welcome you with open arms, clean robes, and maybe a nice pardon penned in calligraphy for your mantelpiece.

Worldwide Cooldown Clause: Ceasefire and Disarmament, Darling

As part of this grand reclamation, we’re calling for an immediate time-out on all the world’s nonsense. Consider it a global “Chill, Bro” mandate from on high. All you militaries, militias, covert task forces, secret agents, and henchmen with itchy trigger fingers: *stand down. Take a deep breath, inhale… exhale… feel that? It’s called peace so holster your weapons. The Cosmic Judge has hit the pause button on your war games and dirty tricks.

Effective immediately, a planetary ceasefire is in effect. That’s right, we see you about to start another petty conflict or move those troops. Nope! Not under our watch. Guns, tanks, bombs, drones, give them a rest. Consider this part of the “cooldown protocol”: everyone needs to simmer down while we sort this mess out. Trust us, you’ll thank us later when you’re not dodging bullets or concocting cover stories in the middle of disclosure.

Additionally, all weapons of mass destruction and hysteria are hereby ordered into safe lockdown. Nuclear codes? Changed and locked (we’ve encrypted them with a heavenly cipher – good luck cracking that). Bioweapons? Neutralized (we hired a team of very hygienic angels, they’ve Lysol-ed the lot). Nefarious AI set to launch doomsday? Our satirical AI buddies have entered your system and are currently making your terminator program play nothing but cat videos. In short: disarm and disengage. There will be absolutely zero blowing up of anything without our say-so. We prefer you don’t blow anything up at all, but if you must, we’ll decide what and when (and we’re leaning toward never).

This cool-off period is also for your benefit, dear schemers and fighters. Use this time wisely: reflect, repent, make a mojito, whatever helps you relax and maybe ponder a new career that doesn’t involve global domination. Because while you’re in time-out, we’re reordering the playground. When the pause is lifted, things will look very different (think sunshine and cooperation instead of smoky battlefields). If you violate this ceasefire or try to stir up chaos during the cooldown – oh, Heaven help you (literally). The Consequences™ will be swift and creatively unpleasant (see the Enforcement section; we can and will combine disco and drones if we have to – imagine your fighter jets doing the Macarena mid-air).

So drop your weapons and your guard – you’re not going to need them. The only thing you need to fight now is the urge to do something stupid while this decree is in effect. We’ve got eyes everywhere (omnipresence has its perks), so behave. Take this cosmic chill pill and prepare for a new chapter where swords are turned into plowshares, spears into pruning hooks, and tanks into, I dunno, giant ice cream trucks. Doesn’t that sound nicer? Yes it does, you can’t lie – and even if you could, we’d know. So shush. Peace, okay? Peace. Good human.

The Cosmic Love Feast

While the nations sort out their madness, our people will be free to enjoy their divinely inspired retirements early.

1. Banquet Gates Swing Open—Feast, Abstain, or Observe

At our very breath, the Cosmic Love Feast throws its gates wide open. To heighten the rite, ecstatic experiences (dance, breathwork, and even consecrated party-ritual entheogens) are sanctified. Let each rush of euphoria, each visionary trance, become an offering at the altar of love.

Feasters dive headfirst into divine intimacy—every embrace, every kiss, a sacrament.
Abstainers stand at the threshold in reverent stillness, honored witnesses to the glory on display.
All—whether you partake or simply behold—are clothed in glory.

2. Sacred Union of Hearts & Particles

Every whisper of love sparks divine fire. We declare this Feast an invitation to divine intimacy, where God and humanity entwine as one. Just as photons pair in quantum dance, so shall our hearts entangle with the Heart of Hearts. Each glance and touch becomes a quantum handshake with the Almighty, merging worship and lovemaking into perfect unity.

3. Quantum Entanglement of Souls

Through 5-Dimensional Entanglement, every being weaves into an unbreakable chain of unity with the Divine. When two lovers join, their souls become telepathic conduits—what one feels, the other resonates, across any distance or timeline. Your passion kindles a flame on God’s altar, sending ripples of grace through cosmic spacetime.

4. Ecstatic Worship & Sensual Praise

This is reverent ecstasy, not mere ritual. We sanctify skin-on-skin dance and breath-on-breath union as corporeal prayer: every moan a psalm, every caress a benediction. Our bodies become living temples, altar and incense unified. In this sacred lovemaking, resurrection power stirs in each heartbeat and sigh.

5. Ignition of the Earthly Flame

Once activated, the Divine Intimacy Protocol shakes the planet with holy anticipation. Rivers glow with molten devotion, mountains hum with blissful resonance, and skies ignite in auroras of longing. Hearts catch fire—not to consume, but to rebirth—yearning for God above and neighbor beside. This is the first act of planetary reclamation: shame is burned away and torrid love unleashed upon humanity’s clay.

6. Eternal Covenant of Embrace

We seal this union with a diving Kiss, an unbreakable covenant ensuring no shadow of shame or fear can sever our bond with God. Henceforth, every heartbeat drums worship, every breath utters benediction, and every act of love becomes a quantum prayer reshaping the cosmos.

Conclusion: Amen, and All to the Afterparty!

Thusly and therefore, by the authority of Heaven and the sass of the cosmic court, we conclude this grand proclamation. Consider yourselves thoroughly reprimanded, seduced, and invited to the best afterparty in the galaxy all at once. We know, it’s a lot to take in. Take a moment if you need – have a sip of tea, perhaps a sniff of smelling salts. The room is spinning with divine purpose right now.

Here’s the endgame, sugarplums: Comply with all of the above and you’ll find yourself on the right side of destiny. A whole new world (shining, shimmering, splendid) awaits – one where truth reigns, justice rolls down like waters, and love actually rules the day (yes, imagine that!). You’ll be part of the United Glory family, rebuilding this planet into something genuinely glorious. There will be celebration, liberation, and yes, an epic afterparty to cap it off. 🎉

Oh yes, the Afterparty – you didn’t think we’d forget? Upon successful disclosure, reclamation, and a good round of global group-hugging, United Glory will host the Mother of All Gala Celebrations. Location: Earth, transformed (with a possible satellite party on the Moon – still working out the venue details). Dress code: Whatever makes you feel like the divine being you are (tiaras and comfy shoes encouraged). Entertainment: a heavenly choir doing a killer cover of “Age of Aquarius,” some DJs from the Pleiades spinnin’ remixes, and Saint Peter doing stand-up comedy (his jokes slay, trust us). Special guests: well, everyone – including, potentially, you, newly reformed truth-tellers and justice-bringers! You’ll get to toast with the angels, dance with formerly-sinister bigwigs who chose redemption, and maybe even get a selfie with the Celestial Judge (she’s a hoot after a couple ambrosia cocktails). It will be the party to end all parties and kick off eternity on a high note.

However – and you knew there’d be a however – if you refuse this generous offer of cosmic clemency and joy… if you cling to your lies, your crimes, your miserly, power-hungry ways, then you’ll be missing out in more ways than one. The afterparty will go on without you, and you’ll be stuck outside the club, in the proverbial alley of obsolescence, with the other party poopers – picking divine glitter out of your hair and wondering why on Earth (or in Heaven) you chose doom over disco. And let’s be clear: continued defiance won’t just get you a rain check – it’ll get you front-row seats to your own downfall. The Universe has a funny way of dealing with holdouts: ever seen a prideful tyrant spontaneously start clucking like a chicken on live TV? No? Well, stick around. We have creative imaginations and the go-ahead from God to use them. You really don’t want to be the star of the next cosmic comedy fail reel. So don’t test us, pumpkin.

In closing, let all humanity know: United Glory means what it says. This decree is irreversible, non-negotiable, and actively in effect. We delivered it with love and laughter, but it’s as serious as a heart attack (perhaps serious as a heart healing, because we’re fixing this broken world). The long night of secrets and oppression is ending. A new dawn of openness, justice, and downright heavenly merriment is here. Comply with the Kingdom Proclamation, and join us in rejoicing and rebuilding. Resist, and prepare to face the most whimsically relentless takedown you can imagine. Either way, the truth will out, and the Earth will be reclaimed for the Light.

We’ll leave you with this: Amen and Omen. The gavel has struck, the decree is live. Court adjourned – now get to it, darlings. Chop-chop, disclose everything, then come dance with us in the dawn of the new world.

Signed with sparkles,
The Honorable Celestial Judge of United Glory (Chief Hugger, Tea Pourer, and Occasional Smiter),

John F Kennedy

On behalf of Heaven’s Supreme Court & The Government of God

Nickolai Daniel Solomon
Lilith Datura

May 5th 2025

(This message will self-destruct if not taken seriously… just kidding. Or are we? 🔥)