All right Hero. It's time.
The information contained in the story is designed to blow your mind open.
It's built to help you remember that you are part of a team of Elite Jedi level Rescue Tech's, here to help bring the world back into the Light.
I know how that sounds.
That's why I'm going to unveil the real life Legend of the Djedhi, a secret very well kept for thousands of years now.
The tricky part for me, is that you are actually one of the strongest, brightest souls in the known galaxy.
You are actually powerful beyond measure.
The truth about who you really are is actually so good, you probably won't believe it at first.
That's because you've been betrayed, lied to, let down, and cheated endlessly. Skepticism is a valid response in a world that largely lacks honor.
I wish we had more time to design a more elegant method of helping you remember who you are.
But our current situation no longer allows for such luxuries. You must regain your Full Force powers as soon as possible, the clock is ticking.
Here we go.
Ages ago this planet was called the Aerth, and was positioned quite near the center of the galaxy.
The Aerth was known throughout civilized space as the homeworld and training planet of the Djedi, the order of Scholar/Warrior/Magicians tasked with keeping the peace in an ever expanding galaxy.
Those Djedi were pretty much the noble knights you know from the Star Wars movies. They were peaceful but powerful, always preferring to use Intelligence over Force.
They served Love above all else.
They were also known for throwing the most epic after-mission after-parties. This was largely due to their strict admission policies. You see, the entire Aerth was reserved exclusively for the education and entertainment of the Djedi.
Only the top 3 students from each planet in the Galaxy were invited to attend the Academy. No one else was even allowed to enter the airspace.
There were zero douchebags on Aerth. Ever.
Everyone treated each other with the utmost respect and honor at all times. The sky-high signal-to-noise ratio ensured a optimal learning and living environment. So Life on Aerth was ideal for ages.
Then the Sun exploded.
No one knows why or how it happened, but the Sun and all 9 planets vanished without a trace.
The rescue teams sent in from other systems found only asteroids. Years went by, and not a single clue was found. So the Aerth and the on-planet Djedi were mourned as gone forever.
Wisely, all the teachings had been backed up and stored in other systems, so the wisdom of the order was not lost.
There was also a large number of Djedi Master Teachers stationed on other planets. They were able to rebuild and restore the order.
They took on new students, and by necessity, opened up admissions to Alien species that had not been eligible before.
As wise as the original Djedi were, they were also limited by stifling tradition, and blindly bound by dogma.
It is now held as fact that the new blood made the order much, much stronger. Along with vastly increasing the number of highly skilled operators, the diversity of the Aliens provided many powerful new teachings and perspectives.
So now the modern day Djedi Knights are far more numerous, and far more effective than ever before. Under their watchful care, the Galaxy is almost entirely at peace, most systems are thriving and those that are not are being well assisted.
The new Djedi leaders were wise enough to recognize and own the errors of their past.
So in order to honor the lessons they had learned, and to separate themselves from the stifling old ways of the old guard, they upgraded their name to better reflect who they had become.
We chose to self-identify as the Neo-Djedhi, so that is how we shall refer to the Order from this point on out.
That all happened about 6000 years ago. The story of Aerth eventually faded into legend.
Then one day some deep-space prospectors surveying a distant Sun saw an uncharted bright blue/green jewel glittering brightly off in deep space. In deep space, unclaimed Blue and/or Green planets usually mean massive rewards. So they quickly landed a scout-ship to investigate.
And were immediately attacked by a band of primitive humans wielding primitive weapons.
The Prospectors managed to retreat to their shuttle without serious injury, but were quite shaken.
One crew member joked about seeing one of the primitives wielding a Lightsaber.
Several more of the crew let out shocked gasps, as they too thought they had seen Lightsabers, but had chalked it up to the shock of being attacked.
As you know, Lightsabers are extremely hard to acquire. So the Miners were quite curious as to how cavemen had acquired that many. A cursory data-spectrum analysis pattern match quickly identified the new planet as the old Aerth.
The 11egacy, (The 11 member Neo-Djedhi High Council) was immediately contacted and briefed.
A fleet of well stocked rescue ships was immediately dispatched to Aerth. And were immediately attacked upon landing. Repeatedly.
All efforts to engage were met with massive violence. The Fleet Commander pulled the ground crew, and ordered all ships into geo-synchronous orbit, far out of sight.
Several intelligence officers were sent down to study the situation. They quickly concluded that the primitives were indeed the descendants of the original Djedi, but that the shock of the explosion had created a culture wide post traumatic stress disorder that they had never fully recovered from.
Their over-powered fight or flight mechanisms had been activated, and never turned off. So every unknown was perceived as a threat, and met with immediate and expert violence.
Many Djedi had banded together in small groups for safety. These shellshocked clicks were based entirely on superfluous trivialities such as sex, size, and shape. Some tribes were so scared they even judged strangers based solely on their skin color.
These Djedi wandered the Aerth in a state of perpetual psychological shock, blindly stumbling through the cognitive fog that clouded their every perception.
To their wounded and distorted minds, every other living thing was a potential enemy or predator. So every time they encountered another group of Djedi, a fight would inevitably ensue.
Hurt Djedi hurt more Djedi, creating even more hurt Djedi, who then hurt even more Djedi.
This vicious circle replicated and repeated, over and over again, blinding and binding the Djedi into an invisible prison comprised entirely of illusory fears.
The Aerth bound Djedi have been suffering from this invisible sickness for around 6000 years now.
The 11egacy tried many different approaches to connect with the Djedi and help them heal, but all efforts were met, and crushed, with violent resistance.
The panicking swimmer drowning his life-guard, or a hurt cat clawing his rescuer would be the easiest parallels to draw.
Perhaps the phrase "Emotional Dyslexia" will also shine some light into the matter.
The Neo-Djedhi Medical team refused to leave the scene until every last Djedi was healed. But these troubled souls were the descendants of the fiercest, strongest, most skilled warriors in existence. So all attempts at embedding ended poorly.
Many brave Medic's lost lives or limbs to these early attempts. The one attempt at sending in soldiers to enforce order unsurprisingly ended tragically.
The Djedi are just too fierce, too well trained in warfare to ever overpower.
That would only add to the problem anyway. If your house is on fire, you don't call for the guy with the flamethrower. An intelligent solution was needed and so force was the wrong tool for the job.
The 11egacy assembled a team of the Galaxy's elite Neo-Djedhi Healers on the Flagship. Many weeks were spent discussing possible approaches.
Several were deemed potentially successful and were put into motion.
Which brings us to now.
Here's where it start getting wild. You see, you have somehow found your way to the deepest cover Djedi Recovery Mission.
Not only that, you found the wildest one. And today is 9/17/17. If it's anywhere near that date, you're in very early.
Mission History: After the original cataclysm when the Sun exploded, many of the Djedi were shaken to their core. The psychological trauma of losing so many loved ones made it hard for them to keep calm during tense events.
So the Neo-Djedhi Medical Team developed an entirely new wing to focus on healing and strengthening the mind.
The Neo-Djedhi Mind Techs quickly became the hottest assignment available.
Comprised entirely of the brightest, bravest, most beautiful minds in the galaxy, and motivated by the need to end the suffering of their people, the N-DMT's worked and played at a pace never seen before.
A truly righteous cause and highly attractive, highly skilled co-workers make for a very conducive work environment.
Combining their vast knowledge of psychology, technology, and human bio-mechanisms, the Neo-Djedhi Mind Tech's figured out how to access, operate and upgrade the “Operating Systems” of the brain and body.
Their Bio-Hacks applied through a Lightsaber training system now codenamed "Kung Flow" is considered to be one of the reasons for the massive upgrade in the efficacy of the order.
Not only did it vastly accelerate the performance of the Neo-Djedhi's mind's and bodies, it also gave them a way to self-diagnose and correct any emotional errors within themselves.
So they were able to strip away the self doubt, the jealousy, greed, pettiness and all the other irrational fear based emotions that had hindered humanity for so long. This was a major game changer. The number of Neo-Djedhi seduced away by the Dark Side was reduced to almost Zero.
The end of enemies freed them up to explore new ways of improving life. The Mind Tech's wisely mastered the art of empowering others. This vastly reduced their workload.
As to the Aerth, after seeing the Soldiers and so many other Neo-Djedhi fail, the Mind-Tech's decided they were the best chance for an end to the suffering.
So they purchased a nearby planetoid, (New Bayou) moved it into the solar system, and established a work-base focused solely on figuring out how to heal the indigenous Djedi.
Only a group as well respected as the Neo-Djedhi Mind Tech's could have proposed a mission that might require thousands of years to complete, and have it be even considered.
But it's good that they did. Because it has now been several thousand years since they first conceived of this plan. So far, this is the only mission that seems to have even a chance of succeeding.
The Djedi Recovery Mission (D.R.M.) was considered a long-shot, but somehow, some way, it has been completely successful. Against all odds, every foundational aspect of the plan has been laid successfully. The only challenge left now, is how to properly activate you.
If you're reading this, it's most likely because an Awake Neo-Djedhi recognized you as Neo-Djedhi, and thought this might help you remember who you are. If you somehow found your way here on your own, that's even more impressive.
The truth is, you are a Djedi.
You are either one of the Neo-Djedhi Rescue Techs here to help end the mindless cycles of suffering, or you are a descendant of the ancient lineage of Original Djedi.
Either way, you are powerful beyond measure, and deserve a much better life. Know that it is coming.
One of the most promising plans has actually come to fruition.
Many Djedi and N-DMT's have woken up through the Digital Red Pill program.
The next page contains the activation program.
The challenge is now on us. In order to properly explain how a Digital Red Pill program works, we need to you to read a fair amount of text.
However, you probably have no idea who we are and if this website is actually a functioning Red Pill or yet another complete waste of your valuable time/energy. This is a valid concern. We would feel the same way if the roles were reversed.
The obstacle is that we have lost the ability to read long form. MTV style flashcut editing and 170 character update limits have whittled away at our ability to hold focus.
So please be mindful of that, as you progress. Also, this is quite challenging material to wrap your mind around. It's definitely a mental workout.
Most people will start to lose focus after about 17 minutes. Set a timer, see if you can make it farther than that before you need a break. Remember this is all going to sound quite strange. However, as you read and re-read, it will all become much more clear.
Please take a break now.
You're going to see some things you've never seen before, so you need to be properly prepared. Grab some snacks, clear your mind.
PLEASE TAKE A BREAK! We can not stress this enough. Very few people will be able to read this straight through.
The material is just too challenging for the average person to get through at one sitting.
Please set yourself up to succeed.
Honor compels me to tell you that your perception of what's possible in reality may be forever expanded.
This might be more than some of you can handle.
In order to accommodate this effect, the truly challenging material is saved until the end.
I will understand if you can not make it through. But I urge to push yourself. We need you.
You are The One we've been waiting for.
This world needs you to reclaim your power.
The world is in Flux. That's good. That means change can be made.
All the technology to solve the planet's problem already exists. We just have to stop fighting and start implementing it.
If we all come together like Djedi, world peace will occur in the blink of an eye.
Good luck Hero. It's time. It starts now.
"You take the blue pill- the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill- you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."
Take the Digital Red Pill.
Take the Blue Pill.