WHO AM I AND WHY IS THIS BLOG IN EXISTENCE?
I have a blog where I am writing a book, and facebook to kind of goof on on, and read a lot of articles. I do not have a blog when I can go and write about how this intelligence work has made me feel, and what my life has been like through all this. Some people saw my life as a reality show, a group I tried to work with tried to get me to say that their filming and selling the life of Christ/the Reaper/The Hidden King/whatever the hell they were calling me at the time. I was not being filmed willingly, not did I know why? What I portrayed was a man who was at war with the world... who felt they had done him a great disservice, and were treating him like a criminal.
I had no idea then that there was a race war between the families, and I was a big deal with the Whites, so the blacks took me hostage, meaning I could not leave Chicago. They did this before they put two instances in my life together to try to make me out to be a racist, which would be laughable if people had not died.
This blog is where I go to relate to those who are involved without any ulterior motive, not trying to give any secret or overt orders, not trying to preserve my legacy in history///
Well, that is not entirely true, I guess... I was thinking about that when I contemplated starting this blog. I want there to be an alternative history to my life, that even though we may lose, my story, if it is allowed to exist, will always be there to tell the truth that I saw, no matter how many lies they have been buried over the years.
I cannot tell everything about my life, and why would you want to hear? I will stick as closely as possible to a time line....
Started out a radical marching with my mother, became burn out on politics in my twenties, and buried myself in academia for almost fourteen years, pouring the great knowledge in, then pouring it out again to add the next semester to my beleaguered brain, though retaining a bit despite the information overload. I wish I had taken at least one major that was not oriented toward being a famous writer, that was my goal, but when I reached it I found out that was a horrible place for me, in particular, to be.. because I WAS used by some of the people of this world. I am not going to harp all the time on that.
I will be writing about the pain I suffer, from a spine that is falling apart and requires morphine and a handful of drugs taken through the day, as well as anxiety pills that help stop the extreme terror inside me being responsible for so many dead.... and not being responsible, nor knowing if what I saw has continued.
I fell out of favor with the tv and movie and music crowd, which means the elite, who control them. I wrote about how Bob Dylan threatened my life and then researched him and found him to be a product of intelligence, and evil as all hell, a thief and a Zionist. The elite in New York hate me, because they were fighting the blacks and I gave them some vengeance as part of the peace negotiations, not to mention I was apoplectic about my name having been used, and the black children who thought I turned on them, and the whites ones who I confused with the idea that the two races matter at all... they are cultures, like any, that live in peace with others... given a just, respectful space. The number they did on me when they could was a backlash to the great evils I brought down on this country, the breaking of a country with rod of Iron as the bible said.
I am glad they show signs of still fighting me. They get Dylan to threaten me, and he is one of the few in the world to live thru such a thing, in a video... an adolescent idea from his adolescent brain, designed by mkultra. If people only knew.... DylaN I WILL not harp on... their infantile ways no longer bother me. The sins of the traitors will come to light one day, in the eyes of man and God. I will build a special hell for Dylan.
Should you for any in the reason wish to read this blog, you will learn a lot about the part of intelligence I had dealings with, which caused me to go against them when they started talking genociding seven billion people. The resistance was there taking care of me before I knew I needed them, and I will be forever thankful to them.
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I had no idea then that there was a race war between the families, and I was a big deal with the Whites, so the blacks took me hostage, meaning I could not leave Chicago. They did this before they put two instances in my life together to try to make me out to be a racist, which would be laughable if people had not died.
This blog is where I go to relate to those who are involved without any ulterior motive, not trying to give any secret or overt orders, not trying to preserve my legacy in history///
Well, that is not entirely true, I guess... I was thinking about that when I contemplated starting this blog. I want there to be an alternative history to my life, that even though we may lose, my story, if it is allowed to exist, will always be there to tell the truth that I saw, no matter how many lies they have been buried over the years.
I cannot tell everything about my life, and why would you want to hear? I will stick as closely as possible to a time line....
Started out a radical marching with my mother, became burn out on politics in my twenties, and buried myself in academia for almost fourteen years, pouring the great knowledge in, then pouring it out again to add the next semester to my beleaguered brain, though retaining a bit despite the information overload. I wish I had taken at least one major that was not oriented toward being a famous writer, that was my goal, but when I reached it I found out that was a horrible place for me, in particular, to be.. because I WAS used by some of the people of this world. I am not going to harp all the time on that.
I will be writing about the pain I suffer, from a spine that is falling apart and requires morphine and a handful of drugs taken through the day, as well as anxiety pills that help stop the extreme terror inside me being responsible for so many dead.... and not being responsible, nor knowing if what I saw has continued.
I fell out of favor with the tv and movie and music crowd, which means the elite, who control them. I wrote about how Bob Dylan threatened my life and then researched him and found him to be a product of intelligence, and evil as all hell, a thief and a Zionist. The elite in New York hate me, because they were fighting the blacks and I gave them some vengeance as part of the peace negotiations, not to mention I was apoplectic about my name having been used, and the black children who thought I turned on them, and the whites ones who I confused with the idea that the two races matter at all... they are cultures, like any, that live in peace with others... given a just, respectful space. The number they did on me when they could was a backlash to the great evils I brought down on this country, the breaking of a country with rod of Iron as the bible said.
I am glad they show signs of still fighting me. They get Dylan to threaten me, and he is one of the few in the world to live thru such a thing, in a video... an adolescent idea from his adolescent brain, designed by mkultra. If people only knew.... DylaN I WILL not harp on... their infantile ways no longer bother me. The sins of the traitors will come to light one day, in the eyes of man and God. I will build a special hell for Dylan.
Should you for any in the reason wish to read this blog, you will learn a lot about the part of intelligence I had dealings with, which caused me to go against them when they started talking genociding seven billion people. The resistance was there taking care of me before I knew I needed them, and I will be forever thankful to them.
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