Hey, what’s going on?

The bionic robot in the image of Elon Musk, in which there is a female alien, allegedly bought Twitter. He gave a lot of money. Was that money really given, or was it like Aydın Doğan, whom I have exposed as a crypto-Jew, Satanist, enemy of humanity, and a great traitor and demanded his trial as soon as possible, so-called selling all the newspapers and TV channels when he was cornered? is discussed. Apparently, he sold it too, but in fact, he was only formally handed over to another custodian, he was in charge of the business and there was not even a real money/payment transaction.

I started a festive survey on Twitter, which I think has not changed the real owner.

It’s been about an hour and three or five users have seen the poll sharing. Don’t be surprised, that’s very good too… No one could see it. There is also worse.

Do you think they can keep Twitter, which cannot even enter the top 20 in the list of the most used and respected social media in the world, is about to sink and does not provide intelligence as much as before, if they continue with the same malicious intentions and censorship?

One might ask, are they actually trying to save Twitter? What exactly is that female alien, who is linked to the green aliens who control China, Russia, the USA, and Iran, inside the robot made in the image of Elon Musk, actually trying to do? Is he setting up games to get Twitter to crash immediately and completely, or is he trying to save it? Does he want the so-called China-based social networks to be used more and spread in western societies? Is it serving a new China-based Ankebut Cult project? Does it betray the USA and the western world?

This is a national security issue in the United States. And one of the most urgent and huge national security problems… First of all, their issues…

There’s also this part… I’ve been telling for years how the USA actually sank, even NASA is in a state of exhaustion… Elon Musk is a balloon inflated by the Ankebut Cult… He is not a man as it is described… He is as big and future as the projects and companies are told. that there are not things that promise… Even in these years, the character of Elon Musk and the works translated through him are completely swamped…

The entire world knows that they are in a disgraceful state in both space and car business. All of the projects are problematic and these are big problems… Even Tesla cars are very problematic, the damage is too much, and judgments with “destructive” and “destructive” results should have been made, but the Ankebut Cult does not allow this “for now”. Soon he will no longer have that power and judgments will be made.

These projects, this Elon Musk, these companies are kept alive “for now” by means of the CIA’s pool system, along with all the work that is turned over Elon Musk’s pawn. In recent years, everyone can see that I have pricked a needle into Elon Musk’s inflated reputation like a balloon and it has rapidly leaked air and shrunk. Everyone in their right mind understood that he and the things that were done over him were at least as submerged as Boeing. So, was Twitter, the real owner of the CIA, taken over to give Elon Musk a reputation, popularity, respect, love, and therefore money, as well as a political influence? Now everyone knows that some of the richest people in the world are the pawns of the Ankebut Cult, and most of them are field personnel employed by the CIA. They all try to achieve the same goals. It showcases the entire Ankebut Cult, which is actually swamped, and its final struggles for salvation.

Even so, the woman inside Elon Musk is trying in vain. He says amen to the prayer that will not happen. What’s left of me to land on the field for that? I have years of experience in me. I am so full. Everyone who is my friend and foe guesses that I will destroy Facebook, Youtube, Twitter, and other so-called social networks, whose real owners are the CIA, as soon as I strike the Ankebut Cult, one after the other, when I land on the field. I will show their true faces to the entire humanity of the world. They will be cursed.

That fragmented CIA must also take a stand… It must decide whether it is the intelligence agency of China or the United States. He must decide whether to serve Biden and his gang, a Chinese pawn or to serve the United States. They have to admit that it is not smart to serve a new China-based Ankebut Cult that I will never let happen. They must be on the right side.

Everything in this world has been mixed together, mixed up… Indeed, not only in Turkey but throughout the world, horse tracks are mixed with dog tracks.

Now, a sudden rising is needed that will shatter this chaotic environment…

(The survey is at: https://twitter.com/mfahrisertkaya/status/1519759277501689857?s=21)

Mehmet Fahri Sertkaya|Akademi Dergisi

Biological, chemical, and nuclear…

Must be vigilant all over the world, especially in Turkey and the USA.

One should be cautious against terrorist organizations and terrorist and treasonous organizations that look like political parties or NGOs. Beware of the Armenians of Turkey, who for the last two centuries have known nothing but brutal bloodshed, massacres, and black money dealings. One should also be careful against the CHPKK, HDPKK, PKK(KWP), Alpaslan Kuytul gang, and other so-called political parties and so-called communities under their control.

Terrorist attacks using biological, chemical weapons, and even depleted nuclear bombs should not be seen as a low probability. We must be prepared for any eventuality, and heavy blows must be struck from the front by the power of the state against known centers of terror and betrayal.

We must be vigilant around the world. Everything looks like a spark… If it goes on like this, it seems like a lot of blood will be shed in Turkey and the USA.

The state and nation in question… All parties from Turkey must stand up against the CHPKK, HDPKK, Future, and DEVA, which have become terrorist centers. These so-called political parties must be closed immediately and with overwhelming intervention. Terrorism and treason operations should be carried out on those concerned.

Especially the CHPKK members, so-called intellectuals, and journalists, who did not speak up when there was so much betrayal, robbery, and giveaway in the country, but threatened everyone by spitting out that one of the main terrorists, Osman Kavala, was punished, talking about the “fight”, showing the terrorist face. Operations should be carried out and investigations should be initiated against everyone. The power of the nation and the state should be shown against these terrorist foci.

The state/justice mechanism should be faster than terrorist and treason organizations. He should not wait for them to strike the first blows. Their overseas connections should also be highlighted. All so-called ambassadors who speak in defense of Osman Kavala should be declared a man who will not want them and should be sent back to their countries. The terrorist connections of these so-called ambassadors should also be disclosed. It should be shown to the whole world that Turkey is not the old Turkey and that Turkey is determined to crush and destroy the terror and betrayal centers within it from now on.

The plans of the international terrorist organization led by Putin, Biden, Xi, Scholz, and Macron must be disrupted.

Mehmet Fahri Sertkaya | Akademi Dergisi


Copper wire between the two shoulder blades | Dream interpretation

On March 2, 2022, I had a very shocking dream that announced very important events that will happen soon, and I noted it when I woke up. I preferred not to tell my dream so that the flow/realization of the historical events to be experienced would not be disturbed and the things announced in the dream would come true. I wouldn’t tell for at least two years. However, now that I am looking at the field, it is no longer possible to prevent the very important events, developments, and breaking points that this dream foretells. Some of the issues mentioned in the beginning have already happened, and are still happening.

At the beginning of my dream, I graduated from university. I saw my diploma very clearly and received it in hard copy. I’ve suffered a lot. The university environment was very bad, and immorality and irreligion were rampant. I was always worried, “How will I protect myself among these human demons?”

While I was struggling to protect my morals and religion, I couldn’t focus and try hard enough in my studies. I missed a couple of courses, but I was still able to graduate. They also gave me my diploma. No one says anything, but I get bored inside and I say to myself, “I will give the missing lessons later”.

After the diplomas are given, all the students of the university (none of them are good people) immediately leave the university building. I’m not in a hurry and I’m going to leave slowly. There are papers that university students left and threw on the ground. I see them. Without extending my hand, I lean toward the ground and stare intently at one of the pieces of paper on the floor. I understand it’s a report card. In the past, there were hand-written report cards that we received in primary and secondary schools. It is exaggeratedly large. I understand that this is a very old report card. I’m taking it. This is the dream, I get curious and focused, and at those moments the scorecard turns into a newspaper. To a very old newspaper… There is news from either 1934 or 1933. I’m not exactly sure of the year, but it’s more likely 1934. At that moment, I realize that the entire paper of the newspaper is damp. It is almost wet, but the prints on the paper are intact.

When I see the news of 1934 in the newspaper, I say, “It is still the era of the secret Jew Kamal Adıtürk, who is Sabbatai… There are a few more years…” I remember we got rid of him as a nation in 1938, according to the official historical account.

I want to leave that room of the university and go to the corridor, I will exit the university building that way, but I see that there is a wand in that room and I take the wand. When I come to the door, I see that on the other side of the door is Kamal Adıtürk, the ancestor of the secret Jewish traitors and a British spy. He came across me, he doesn’t want me to get out of there, but he can’t afford it either. He can’t bravely block my way. He tentatively attempts to cut it. He is already short in stature, frail, and also looks sick and debilitated.

He looks at me and wants to act like he still has the weight/power. I say to myself, “He is over, it’s not even worth the effort or even responding,” and I pass through that room on the right side for me, and on the left side for him.

That university is at the very top of the neighborhood where I live, in an area with a higher altitude and close to the E5 road. I’m also leaving the university building. I’m walking down the neighborhood to the house where I live.

I had a friend named Emin whom I knew in real life and hadn’t come across much in the last ten years. When we could come across it often, I would advise him and other friends with him, he loved, listened, it was good for him. He was a friend of mine who had not heard or learned anything from his family and surroundings, came to Istanbul on his own at a very young age, resided, and settled here.

In my dream, while walking down the road, I see that Emin years later, in beautiful and clear weather, on the left, in front of a coffee shop. While I was thinking, “What will he do now, what will his reaction be after all these years?” he calls me. I am happy too. I’m approaching the left of the road next to it. I give musafaha (handshake) by extending both my hands. He is very sincere, bowing his head, and showing respect. I respond with the same sincerity and slowly withdraw my hand.

He has a few friends around him. They are not good people and I know they were expelled before they graduated from college. Seeing our sincerity with Emin, I immediately sense that they are deeply disturbed.

Out of courtesy/politics, I extend one hand to one of them, shake hands and say “How are you?” “Good,” he says. I look at the one next to it, it looks familiar but I can’t make it out. The one next to him cannot stop and says “Like a child”. Our sincerity, pure intentions, brotherhood, respect, valuation, and warmth seem very contrary to him. He’s such a hard-hearted, rude, numb human demon… I handle him too, I don’t respond and I keep walking down.

As I was walking I knew that there was a copper wire protruding up between my two shoulder blades and rising to the right side of my neck. It was a thick, solid copper wire a few millimeters in diameter. On the right back side of my neck, there was a place for its tip to be attached. I hold the end of the copper wire that rises above my collar and hangs in the air and wear it with my right hand instead of on the right side of my neck. It snaps into place like a snap. As I keep walking on the road, I do this and say to myself, “This should have been done, now it’s done. It stretches my body a little bit, but that’s what it had to be.” I say.

I keep walking. I’m going to my own house, which I haven’t been to for a long time, but at the same time, I know that the house where we live as a family is close to there and I can go there. I know that my deceased mother was alive in my dream. I decide and say, “I will live alone, I will not go to the family home, I will continue where I stay.” I say.

While walking like that, the scene suddenly changes and it’s like I’m going back in time. An old wooden table has been placed on the empty and wide field. It is covered with an old-style tablecloth. It’s a simple, worthless, unsightly cover… It has a microphone on it. A man in his forties, in a light gray suit, sits in a simple wooden chair next to the table. His suit is tight, a different model… I see these parts of the dream as if a gray video effect was applied. The colors are not vibrant enough. Even the earth and air look pale and gray from their natural state.

I am suddenly surprised. “What year are we in?” I say to myself. When I look at the model of the man’s suit, the tablecloth, the technology of the microphone, I think we are in the early 1980s, but when I look at what the man has to say, I realize that we are in the first half of the 1990s. The man speaks Turkish in such a beautiful and fluent way that I am under his influence and I feel like, “Now, he has a professional style as well as those who receive voice-over training. This man should be TRT’s news presenter,” I say.

The man has an A4 paper in his hand and is reading from it. I pay attention to what you read. These are the sentences that reveal the filth of Tansu Çiller, the Sabbatean secret Jewish minister and mother of the mafia. “If this shocking information voiced by this man were recorded and given to me, it would be very shocking and beneficial for the country.” I think. The dream ends here.

Two days before this dream, I dreamed that I was about to graduate from high school, and I only had one day left until my graduation.

On the night of March 2, 2022, I had another dream.

I went to my hometown Afyon. There was a husband and wife there. I was their guest. The woman is not headscarf(hijab), but she is not one of those women who mess up that much. When I went to visit that family, I took a gift with me. A tiny device called electronic/digital dhikrmatic and worn on the finger…

I’m giving this to the woman as a gift. I understand that the woman could not keep up with this bad time, she was not willing to leave humanity, but she did not fully surrender to Islam, so she was in between and had spiritual contractions. I don’t know who the woman is, whether I’m related or not, why I went there as a guest.

She has an old-fashioned, non-LCD TV with a tube. There is a sensor eye to hold the remote control in the front, bottom, and middle of the frame/case of the television. Turns out this woman didn’t have a remote, she was having a lot of trouble watching TV. When I give the dhikr to him as a gift, this is the dream. He uses dhikr as a remote control and controls the television comfortably by holding it to that perceptive eye. When the woman does this, she is so happy and surprised that I am surprised that she is happy at that level. Then the wall behind the television suddenly disappears and the space behind it appears. The television is also not visible. In front of me is a place that looks like a Rainforest. The fact that everything is green attracts my attention. The leaves of the trees are very dense, very bright/vivid green, and they bend downwards… Green leafy plants have risen from the ground upwards, and the leaves of these plants are also very dense between them. One cannot even see the ground/earth when looking at that side.

I see movement behind the green plants on the ground. I understand that there is a struggle, but I do not know who or who is there, and what is going on. I see nothing but green leaves swaying as I look.

I see someone whom I do not know and cannot see, whom I presume to be the woman I gave the dhikrmatic gift, standing on my left rear diagonal and shooting a short, small arrow towards the moving greenery.

A few seconds later, I see a gorilla coming out from behind that greenery and walking with difficulty towards my direction. At that moment, I understand that the reason for the movement behind the greens was two sights. They couldn’t get along and be struggling. The arrow hit someone and immediately dealt a fatal blow. He threw himself to my side desperately. I look at the gorilla, that arrow that entered his heart close to his heart… He still doesn’t look good. He is already weak and falls on his back.
This time, I see a man on the right front diagonally making a move and approaching the gorilla. He grabs the gorilla by the right arm and pulls it. The gorilla is still alive, but I say to myself, “This one dies, he does not live… His wound is heavy and the arrow hit the deadly place”.

I’m surprised to see a gorilla up close for the first time in my life. Before the man pulls away, I want to contact him at least. I touch the left hand of the gorilla with my hand. Seems very different to me. I think, “Actually, its skin, its texture is very soft, it was not such a rough animal”. The dream ends here.

Mehmet Fahri Sertkaya|Akademi Dergisi

Turkish citizenship cannot be sold for money

The homeland, which was bought with the blood of martyrs, cannot be sold with money. Our lands and our state cannot be given away. The population balance cannot be changed. The Turkish nation and the legal system do not consent to the decisions and practices of the AKPKK organized crime, terror, and treason organization that give away the country.

People who acquire citizenship at the same time by buying real estate in Turkey can understand with certainty what a mistake they have made or will do, even by looking at the attitudes, anger, and rebellion on social media in Turkey.

This nation does not consent to the sale of Turkey’s citizenship in exchange for money or the intense sale of real estate in Turkey to foreigners. It never will be. This is one of the dozens of appalling AKPKK practices aimed at deliberately overthrowing this nation and state, and it will be responded to at the first opportunity. This nation does not want to be like the Palestinians, it will never happen. This is the Turkish homeland and will remain so. Major changes in population and title deeds will never be allowed in this country. If it is adopted, we will even enter a war on this issue, and we will even confront the states. For this reason, no one should trust their state and let the AKPKK organize crime, terror, and treason to give money to them. That money does not go into the treasury of our state, but into the pockets of AKPKK militants and the coffers of the Masonic organization where they work.

It should be known that right after the AKPKK, we will cancel the citizenships given to other foreigners by purchasing real estate, in one move, the citizenships given to Syrians. As the state, we will seize the real estate they bought. We will state that the action taken was unlawful from the start, that national security is at issue, that the entire population is against it, and that the practice is neither democracy nor lawful. We will express that those who have citizenship do this deliberately and that they take this risk. However, we will explain that it is required by law to get their payments back and we will tell them to get their money back from the AKPKK organized crime organization. Or we can do it like this. In post-AKPKK Turkey, we will write these repayments in the queue. If all the damage caused by AKPKK can be compensated, and if it comes to this issue, we will of course return the money to these people. If the turn does not come, the material and moral damages of this nation cannot be compensated, and the damages of those people who are so low as to obtain citizenship with money cannot be compensated.

I do not distinguish between Arab sheiks, Jews, Freemasons, Satanists, Americans, British, Chinese, French, or Germans. I will do whatever the law requires. I have always clearly expressed and warned what will happen in every matter, including the issue of Channel Istanbul. If I leave an inch of land that has been given from this country to a foreigner, my name will not be MFS, anyone will be able to name it however they want. I am so sensitive and so determined on this matter. To prevent this, I will destroy the individuals/bosses and holdings that I come across, even the states.

Mehmet Fahri Sertkaya | Akademi Dergisi

Nor can Sarmat save Putin and his accomplice Biden

We do not take any threats that are not openly addressed, but I would like to make it clear that we have the techniques to stick Sarmat missiles in Putin’s eyes when necessary. We can even stick similar missiles in the eyes of Biden and Xi, one of his accomplices.

It seems that Putin, who lost the flagship of his navy in a way that he could not understand and explain what happened, is as sunken as the Moscow ship.

All parties who collude or fight with the character of Putin should know that we do not know a person named Putin, and we are not very interested in what he is talking about. We know better than he does what he can and cannot do in reality.

We are quite tired of the bionic robots in world politics and the collusion they have waged with I don’t know how many countries. Always the same tricks, always the same tricks…

They have trapped Ukrainian soldiers in a factory, but they do not destroy them. At least they don’t encircle and seize. They don’t care at all about all those Russian soldiers who died. China has turned their citizens into cash, Russia hired it to stage a war theater with the Westerners she has colluded with, then the bionic Putin came out and made threats that he could not openly express and could never realize. The masses realized that everything was full of illogicality, strangeness, and question marks.

As of now, behind the background of these collusions, extraordinary crimes against humanity are being committed in various parts of the world, especially in China and Ukraine, but the world governments are silent. They become partners in collusion or become spectators. Both acts are capital punishment. It is not possible for these theaters to continue any longer or to hide the brutal truth behind them any longer. It is not possible for leaders, governments, and states that have been enlarged or sustained by black money to this day, to be kept alive any longer. We have already started to establish the new world order as we want, not as the Ankebut Cult wants. We are calm and quiet because we are the winner, the side that works in favor of time, but the people in front of us are not like that, they cannot be like that.

To put it in common terms, they stood up, they saw the end, they tried to survive by taking crazy risks, they lost their logic and determination, they all had anxiety and they can make unexpected threats even at these moments. They have one last coup d’etat and as I said, they are close to taking that blow. That blow will be my public debut on the political scene…

Mehmet Fahri Sertkaya | Akademi Dergisi