They told you it was “pork shoulder” or “veal shank.” They told you the food supply is safe. But what if the meat aisle isn’t about sustenance… it’s about sacrament, and the real ingredient isn’t listed on the label… it’s written in our DNA?

They told you it was “pork shoulder” or “veal shank.” They told you the food supply is safe. But what if the meat aisle isn’t about sustenance… it’s about sacrament, and the real ingredient isn’t listed on the label… it’s written in our DNA?

Here’s what they don’t tell you:
✅ The industrial food complex isn’t about farming, it’s about alchemy. They aren’t just fattening livestock; they’re trans-mutating matter. The goal isn’t to feed the population, but to alter its vibrational frequency from the inside out. You become what you eat, and they need you to become something else.
✅ This “cut” isn’t a mistake or a prank. It’s a glitch in the simulation. A rare moment where the rendering fails and the truth bleeds through the fabricated reality. They process the forms to look uniform, but sometimes, the original template—the human template—shines through before they can mask it. This isn’t pork. It’s a placeholder.
✅ The pink slime, the lab-grown “meat,” the mRNA livestock vaccines—it’s all one unified system of bodily consent. By accepting this, you accept the premise that your physical form is just another commodity to be edited, patented, and consumed. They are preparing you, bite by bite, to accept cannibalism as the final solution to resource scarcity.
✅ The person who posted this wasn’t “crazy” for seeing it. They were lucid. And the system will flood the zone with “debunkers” and “fact-checks” labeling it AI or a plastic prank, because if you see the glitch as real, the entire grocery store—the entire reality—crumbles.

The lesson is clear:
When someone shows you the truth in the meat cooler, don’t scroll. STARE. The proof isn’t in a lab report. It’s in the primal dread you feel when you recognize your own form on the shelf.