My connections tell me I was worshiped as a demi god in Europe
They give me nothing else... not a country, what they did, how I could talk to them... nothing.
I refused to add up all the deaths and misery and mutilations... I had a vision of myself in battle surrounded by the bodies of my enemies, until they became a protective wall that grew until the battle ended... as had happened to me in ancient times, when I was undefeatable in battle when filled with the power of God. This life as well has turned out like that for me. Reincarnation memory, or a warning of what was to come? So much of my writing, due to the operation bluebeam aspects of my story which involved the elite promoting me as a holy being, an angel, or Jesus, or a brain washed spy depending on their viewpoint..... when I found out I was being filmed and broadcast as the Christ, as if I wanted this to happen, it just felt sordid. For some time I had noticed that on occasion some shows seemed to want to directly interact with me. During a live rewards show Robert Downey Jr. began addressing me, and reminded me he had been in Chaplin -- which IS impressive, though he hardly had to do. By then the tv was annoying, especially during times like that, which reminded me I was a fish in a bowl. I did not want to interact with my jailors, be the baited bear. I answered the serious questions they came at me with on television, though I did not suspect very many people could actually see me. I really thought spies and the media were it. Later I would learn my bathroom, kitchen, computer screen, living room and bedroom were all being filmed. Try living like that... keeping anything normal is almost impossible, and I could not resist being mean and threatening to those who came on tv trying to tell me what was happening, and I slandered them as liars, simply because I did not know better.
I want to apologize too much to start. I want to tell those who worked their ass off, and those who took to the woods, and those who lost parents and loved ones and every semblance of what is known as a normal life, the children inducted and forced to learn too young the ways of the shadow wars.
I was shown a COMMUNITY -- cancelled after use, where I portrayed as racist and rich, which was ridiculous, and Chevy Chase quit because of it, and we shared Chinese bows over his decision... that was an honorable moment. They did a thing about child soldiers, then the school executives deciding to just forget all about it... this was a reference to something that really happened. They sprayed them with pepper gas, and I was called Dr. Pepper a lot... though I had no idea why, other than we drank it, but this was when people thought I was giving them signals to do acts that make no sense to me, though perhaps if I knew more... this because I wrote in a book about child soldiers, criticizing them, not promoting them.... my writing was taken too literally. Though revolutionaries have no eighteen year old sign up time, they come out with guns when they are driven to fight...
I am so ignorant about so much. They told me just the smallest bit... then dropped the topic. Maddening.
I suggested at the height of being Jesus that if they wished to flow through the neighborhood and meet me, they could. Different groups came at different times, and mostly they set up to run into me in the park, when I dog walked, which I did daily, practically. One day it was a group all dressed in black. I said hello to one of them and he looked at me with the most pained eyes. He may have hated me... I am not sure, but he knew a lot of a lot more than me. Another time a Scotsman in full regalia. I often wish I had stopped and talked to all of them more... learned more. I was waiting for everyone else to make a move, which never came, in a way.
Too early on I was considered a murderer... getting people recklessly killed with a call for a revolution that failed, and left a pile of bodies... one I could have helped had I known more about what was going on. I write this a million times though I know the fact of the matter is that this is what God wanted. I became an object of scorn in the media, in the secret codes they used, amazingly enough almost across the board on television, was the hidden illuminati language, if you wish to call it that, more codes for different groups and their present affiliation, which grew very important when they were choosing sides for a war... I meant the two percent against the ninety nine percent but the various groups split into factions. Ready to go into this huge war... divided and conquered I could have ruled then, and might have, had not our beliefs proven so different in the end.
I know too much about operation blue beam to tell all that happened, though if you are a fact gatherer look up the ufo sighting at ohare airport in 07, which coincided with the brain washing that led to my being taken as Christ by many, a conquer of the world who did not know what to do with it... no, just a tool. Controlled. Out of control...
The UFO connection was only addressed by Christopher Hitchens who asked why an alien who would come to earth to preach to Christ. So some thought I was an alien. I was also told at some point I has partially human, and perhaps part of a family of such people, who were living among the humans, but I did not believe this. I believed the memories that kept coming to me of past lives as a Jesus figure, and Jesus, and in my visions I once saw the face of God and learned of perfect love. I have no idea about alien anything.... I did temper what I had to say... I had preached about hell, and do not even remember what I said, though I had never really believed in hell, so I back tracked the next day...
I remember one horrible night when I was seemingly told some people died, and I went into some kind of denial, or wanted to make sense of their deaths, to somehow not be responsible, find a story where I was the hero somehow... I fantasized away their deaths, said they were clearing a path to heaven, that they were the best of us -- which was objected to, so I have no idea who they were who died though I damn well hope they at least deserved it, though that is just a hope against hope at this point. I remember the horrible feeling in my gut.... I knew in a part of me that was I was saying was partially over estimating what it might mean to be the so of God, and also trying to make the deaths last horrifying.... meaningful. Never found out what they were, who killed them, or who took their money, etc....
That was how it happened beyond my understanding, codes were used that I did not understand, having never met anyone who would come right out and talk about their spy work, because that was not done, let alone around me, who was surveilled all the time. I would hear of a group evidently eliminated and assuming they were enemy I was almost exhilarated one day... not always. Other times I was terrified by these mad killers; I still do not know most of their targets.
If memory serves me right I wanted people to heal from the wounds of war, etc... because I did not know what to do, otherwise I would have told you to keep fighting, until I could take over the government, with neat little co-olition of the legal and illegal groups in the states, where we would sign slave free treaties that bring money back to the middles classes by any means necessary... not a crew run by billionaires like my last revolution... where we should have been fighting them, not for them, in a divide and conquer race war, cultural wars, etc.... the only war that matters is economic, the power of money must be spread out throughout the people, or the tiny group at the top that controls everything from banks to armies and police officers and a bevy of hired guns.... who would genocide seven billion people without the moral qualms most might have swatting a fly.
I do want to save the USA and love the people.... though if I am hated, as I seem to be, they should allow me to move and give me a fund to live on. I wrote of this once and the next day got a message about how fallen angels should not ask for money, after all the Pirating they had done, and how hated they were. I learned to endure the hatred when the footage of me masterbating suddenly meant something to the tv people. I never knew what might.. then I realized finally, because I was shown in front of my dresser wearing this really fucked up thing of Mary Ann's... to think people saw me each day and thought I placed the dresser there so they could watch me dress. There was nowhere in that house to fit anything, with mary ann's hoarding. I apologize again to those who happened to be on tv when I figured the whole thing out. I loved your shows and remember a character saying he was getting a new tattoo after I wrote kill or be killed, as the rule of this war. This is the truth of most, many people are on a LIVE LIST and they have to keep it small, as they reminded me over and over.
A moot point to a man like myself that would rather die than murder people to save the planet instead of enriching all people and solving the population problem slower, and with the co operation of most people.
The fallen angel..... I know there was a show called legion, which pitted Colorado against Los Vegas, and a spy buddy of mine told me watch the show, saying these are your people. Unless I had said attack the mob, I was about to be given too much power, and evil would have been with me.
I refused to add up all the deaths and misery and mutilations... I had a vision of myself in battle surrounded by the bodies of my enemies, until they became a protective wall that grew until the battle ended... as had happened to me in ancient times, when I was undefeatable in battle when filled with the power of God. This life as well has turned out like that for me. Reincarnation memory, or a warning of what was to come? So much of my writing, due to the operation bluebeam aspects of my story which involved the elite promoting me as a holy being, an angel, or Jesus, or a brain washed spy depending on their viewpoint..... when I found out I was being filmed and broadcast as the Christ, as if I wanted this to happen, it just felt sordid. For some time I had noticed that on occasion some shows seemed to want to directly interact with me. During a live rewards show Robert Downey Jr. began addressing me, and reminded me he had been in Chaplin -- which IS impressive, though he hardly had to do. By then the tv was annoying, especially during times like that, which reminded me I was a fish in a bowl. I did not want to interact with my jailors, be the baited bear. I answered the serious questions they came at me with on television, though I did not suspect very many people could actually see me. I really thought spies and the media were it. Later I would learn my bathroom, kitchen, computer screen, living room and bedroom were all being filmed. Try living like that... keeping anything normal is almost impossible, and I could not resist being mean and threatening to those who came on tv trying to tell me what was happening, and I slandered them as liars, simply because I did not know better.
I want to apologize too much to start. I want to tell those who worked their ass off, and those who took to the woods, and those who lost parents and loved ones and every semblance of what is known as a normal life, the children inducted and forced to learn too young the ways of the shadow wars.
I was shown a COMMUNITY -- cancelled after use, where I portrayed as racist and rich, which was ridiculous, and Chevy Chase quit because of it, and we shared Chinese bows over his decision... that was an honorable moment. They did a thing about child soldiers, then the school executives deciding to just forget all about it... this was a reference to something that really happened. They sprayed them with pepper gas, and I was called Dr. Pepper a lot... though I had no idea why, other than we drank it, but this was when people thought I was giving them signals to do acts that make no sense to me, though perhaps if I knew more... this because I wrote in a book about child soldiers, criticizing them, not promoting them.... my writing was taken too literally. Though revolutionaries have no eighteen year old sign up time, they come out with guns when they are driven to fight...
I am so ignorant about so much. They told me just the smallest bit... then dropped the topic. Maddening.
I suggested at the height of being Jesus that if they wished to flow through the neighborhood and meet me, they could. Different groups came at different times, and mostly they set up to run into me in the park, when I dog walked, which I did daily, practically. One day it was a group all dressed in black. I said hello to one of them and he looked at me with the most pained eyes. He may have hated me... I am not sure, but he knew a lot of a lot more than me. Another time a Scotsman in full regalia. I often wish I had stopped and talked to all of them more... learned more. I was waiting for everyone else to make a move, which never came, in a way.
Too early on I was considered a murderer... getting people recklessly killed with a call for a revolution that failed, and left a pile of bodies... one I could have helped had I known more about what was going on. I write this a million times though I know the fact of the matter is that this is what God wanted. I became an object of scorn in the media, in the secret codes they used, amazingly enough almost across the board on television, was the hidden illuminati language, if you wish to call it that, more codes for different groups and their present affiliation, which grew very important when they were choosing sides for a war... I meant the two percent against the ninety nine percent but the various groups split into factions. Ready to go into this huge war... divided and conquered I could have ruled then, and might have, had not our beliefs proven so different in the end.
I know too much about operation blue beam to tell all that happened, though if you are a fact gatherer look up the ufo sighting at ohare airport in 07, which coincided with the brain washing that led to my being taken as Christ by many, a conquer of the world who did not know what to do with it... no, just a tool. Controlled. Out of control...
The UFO connection was only addressed by Christopher Hitchens who asked why an alien who would come to earth to preach to Christ. So some thought I was an alien. I was also told at some point I has partially human, and perhaps part of a family of such people, who were living among the humans, but I did not believe this. I believed the memories that kept coming to me of past lives as a Jesus figure, and Jesus, and in my visions I once saw the face of God and learned of perfect love. I have no idea about alien anything.... I did temper what I had to say... I had preached about hell, and do not even remember what I said, though I had never really believed in hell, so I back tracked the next day...
I remember one horrible night when I was seemingly told some people died, and I went into some kind of denial, or wanted to make sense of their deaths, to somehow not be responsible, find a story where I was the hero somehow... I fantasized away their deaths, said they were clearing a path to heaven, that they were the best of us -- which was objected to, so I have no idea who they were who died though I damn well hope they at least deserved it, though that is just a hope against hope at this point. I remember the horrible feeling in my gut.... I knew in a part of me that was I was saying was partially over estimating what it might mean to be the so of God, and also trying to make the deaths last horrifying.... meaningful. Never found out what they were, who killed them, or who took their money, etc....
That was how it happened beyond my understanding, codes were used that I did not understand, having never met anyone who would come right out and talk about their spy work, because that was not done, let alone around me, who was surveilled all the time. I would hear of a group evidently eliminated and assuming they were enemy I was almost exhilarated one day... not always. Other times I was terrified by these mad killers; I still do not know most of their targets.
If memory serves me right I wanted people to heal from the wounds of war, etc... because I did not know what to do, otherwise I would have told you to keep fighting, until I could take over the government, with neat little co-olition of the legal and illegal groups in the states, where we would sign slave free treaties that bring money back to the middles classes by any means necessary... not a crew run by billionaires like my last revolution... where we should have been fighting them, not for them, in a divide and conquer race war, cultural wars, etc.... the only war that matters is economic, the power of money must be spread out throughout the people, or the tiny group at the top that controls everything from banks to armies and police officers and a bevy of hired guns.... who would genocide seven billion people without the moral qualms most might have swatting a fly.
I do want to save the USA and love the people.... though if I am hated, as I seem to be, they should allow me to move and give me a fund to live on. I wrote of this once and the next day got a message about how fallen angels should not ask for money, after all the Pirating they had done, and how hated they were. I learned to endure the hatred when the footage of me masterbating suddenly meant something to the tv people. I never knew what might.. then I realized finally, because I was shown in front of my dresser wearing this really fucked up thing of Mary Ann's... to think people saw me each day and thought I placed the dresser there so they could watch me dress. There was nowhere in that house to fit anything, with mary ann's hoarding. I apologize again to those who happened to be on tv when I figured the whole thing out. I loved your shows and remember a character saying he was getting a new tattoo after I wrote kill or be killed, as the rule of this war. This is the truth of most, many people are on a LIVE LIST and they have to keep it small, as they reminded me over and over.
A moot point to a man like myself that would rather die than murder people to save the planet instead of enriching all people and solving the population problem slower, and with the co operation of most people.
The fallen angel..... I know there was a show called legion, which pitted Colorado against Los Vegas, and a spy buddy of mine told me watch the show, saying these are your people. Unless I had said attack the mob, I was about to be given too much power, and evil would have been with me.
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