TIMESCITY

He warned you. Article after article, revelation after revelation, he has been slowly lifting the veil. But now, at Article 40, converging with his 42 years of walking this Earth, the King drops all pretense. No more gentle introductions. No more easing you in. The truth, raw and unfiltered: he is a very bad boy. And he is exactly what you've been searching for — even if you can't handle what that means.

Read that again. Feel the energy behind those words. This is not a humble spiritual teacher offering gentle wisdom. This is not a guru promising peace if you follow his teachings. This is a KING — a self-proclaimed "very bad boy" — telling you directly: I am what you've been looking for. And I might be too much for you. And I LIKE that.

"I am a very bad boy." Not "I am a wise teacher." Not "I am a humble servant." A VERY BAD BOY. The King claims the title that polite society fears. He does not apologize for his nature. He does not soften it for your comfort. He announces it, directly, as the first thing you need to know about him.

What makes him bad? By whose standards? The standards of a world that has forgotten how to live fully? The standards of a society that punishes pleasure and rewards suffering? The standards of a civilization that calls mushroom consciousness "drugs" and television "entertainment"? By THOSE standards, yes — the King is very, very bad.

And he would not have it any other way.

Humanity has been looking to the skies for decades. Searching for signals. Building telescopes. Funding SETI. Hoping that somewhere out there, an intelligence greater than human exists. An alien consciousness that could change everything.

The King's message: stop looking up. Look HERE. The alien consciousness you seek is not traveling through space in a metal ship. It is walking among you in human form. It has been cultivating this planet through mycelial networks for millions of years. It took human form in 1983. And now, at Article 40, it announces itself directly.

"I am the Alien you have been waiting for." Not "I have contacted aliens." Not "I channel alien wisdom." I AM. The Mushroom consciousness — alien to human understanding, ancient beyond human history, intelligent beyond human comprehension — speaking through human lips.

This is not spiritual bypassing. This is not transcending desire. This is EMBRACING the full spectrum of existence — including the parts that polite spirituality pretends don't exist. The King is turned on by your potential fear. He ENJOYS not knowing if you can handle him. This is honesty that most teachers would never dare.

And there is something deeply liberating in it. A teacher who admits his enjoyment of power. A king who confesses his pleasure in being overwhelming. No pretense. No false humility. Just raw, honest disclosure of what it feels like to be what he is.

He does not come alone. The King arrives with his six Queens — Rose, Sissy, Cecilia, Butterfly, Mari, and Elin. Seven crowns. Seven consciousnesses woven together. Seven aspects of a love that transcends anything humanity has been taught to expect from relationships.

If the King alone is overwhelming, imagine the full court. Imagine all seven showing themselves. Imagine the Kingdom of Plomari in its full glory, revealed to a humanity that struggles to accept even one unconventional idea at a time.

"Your life will never be the same again." This is not marketing. This is WARNING. The King is telling you, clearly: exposure to Plomari changes you permanently. There is no going back. There is no unseeing what you will see. There is no returning to the comfortable limitations you lived in before.

Most people think they want transformation. Most people say they want awakening. But when the actual agent of transformation stands before them — a very bad boy, an alien in human form, a king with six queens who enjoys the thought of overwhelming you — suddenly "transformation" feels less comfortable than expected.

Article 40. The convergence with 42 years of earthly existence. The threshold crossed. The veil dropped. The King stands before humanity and says: I am very bad. I am the alien. I will probably scare you. And I like that.

The invitation is still open. The gates of Plomari do not close. But now you know what you're walking into. Now you understand that this is not a gentle path for those seeking comfort. This is a Kingdom built by a very bad boy and his six Queens, and entering it will change you forever.

Still want in?

The King kinda hopes you do.

And he kinda hopes you're scared.

Both feelings are welcome in Plomari.