Saturday, August 19, 2017
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Look, you have monopolized this blog and my videos for years now, and I think it's time to stop. I know you are obsessed with me, and this is tiresome. Your abuse, neglect, and then coming to me flooding me with love energy (and more) is really weird. It has no boundaries. You need to step back.
I will tell you the following IF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE and let me do what I need to in order to facilitate a meeting. But you'd better behave or else. Do you know HOW MANY PEOPLE have warned me against you? HOW MANY? Even people of loose to no morals? I mean, we're talking basically everyone. "Stay away from this one, he's filled with danger and could hurt you." "Could"???
"Neurotic compulsion" or no. Do you think I don't know what you've done?
Do you WANT a laundry list of what I know and haven't said squat about?
Do you really?
Okay, from now on, you DON'T GET TO MONOPOLIZE THIS and you NEED TO TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR OWN DAMN SELF and LEAVE ME ALONE.
- I didn't say anything about the possession until recently.
- I didn't mention the HUGE, heart-stoppingly awful Real Estate deal gone bad. Where you lost tons of money. Bad. Not good. Maybe a blowback?
- I didn't say anything about your impregnation fetish (that I knew about long before that hilarious book came out).
- I didn't say anything about the subsequent miscarriage she had as a result. First four months? (Do you honestly think 16% body fat is going to hold a fetus? Please. You go on and on about the health hazards of obesity, but what about the other end? Wigger, please. Not to mention she knew you gave her bad seed. Mothers know this stuff about the father. Sometimes the children are not born for this reason alone. IT IS NOT TIME and all that.)
- She was a karmic partner. She was not your "love". She was your daughter in a past life. Do you think someone with the personality of cardboard is capable of having emotional intelligence? Especially since she's only lived SIX LIVES??? No. No. This is not a thing. This is not, nor will it ever be a thing. You may go back to her for the sex (ew), but no. None of you/neither of you are a fit. At all. You know this. I know this. Jesus Christ I wish you could keep me out of it entirely, as it's so consumingly depressing and juvenile, but alas, NO. I couldn't escape your energy field if my life depended on it.
You were a trapper/hunter in what is now Switzerland. 980 AD. You lived in the Swiss Alps by a mountain. Snowy most of the year. She is in your chalet or shack or whatever you call it. 9 years old. Strawberry blonde or red hair. In plaits. In a trundle wooden alpine bed. Designs of flowers and vines carved on the sides. Pretty, snug little stone and wood wall room. A candle burning. She is asleep, sitting upright as was the custom of the time.
As she sleeps, an avalanche. She is buried under tons of stone and snow and dirt. Immediately. You are just returning from an all-night hunt, you wear fur pelts as a kind of covering or jacket. You see the avalanche happening. There is nothing you can do to stop it. And she dies. Instantly.
I was her indifferent mother who left the family when she was 8 or 9. About 3-6 months before it happened. I never wanted children, was indifferent to the birthing process in that lifetime, didn't really care about motherhood. It happens. We have all been saints, we have all been sinners. But in that lifetime I was an indifferent mother who just upped and left one day. Oh well.
You stayed. Still licking your wounds over that. You attempted to go about life, business as usual. (You still do that, do you- your resentments towards women can be traced to a number of lifetimes, like this one. Reserve all your hate for me if you want, but at least I never POSSESSED someone.)
You maintained a facade of normalcy "for the children". There may have been a boy as well, but for some reason I don't see him there- he is either playing/staying with another kid/friend's family or is not there at that moment for some reason. He is not with you as well. May have disappeared into the wilderness, but he is not there present in that lifetime at that minute.
You witness the entire thing. The natural disaster. She has unconsciously been trying to figure that out in the handful/few lifetimes she has existed.
That is why she places herself at the center of tragedy- to try and understand it. But she is still young, karmically speaking.
She weeps- but knows no inner knowing. She has no wisdom. Merely a witness to tragedy, both large and small.
She maintains that she has a humanitarian heart, but really it is to solve the mystery. Of time. Of her existence. Even though she doesn't believe any of this "shit", she would believe that she is trying to process it all.
And it begins with that lifetime. One of her first. Maybe first or second one in existence. A gnat, really, in terms of experience on the planet. Not like you. Not like me.
A girl. Not a woman. Not healthy, not healing. She unconsciously is involved with a kind of karmic repression because the trauma of dying so young still infuses her with a kind of "survival" spirit. But she does not know. She doesn't know anything. She is a traumatized rag doll in full-blown repetition compulsion. And that sucks.
No room for healing, just unconsciously living out her daydream over and over again... this lifetime a war baby and a Tsunami, yes? Oh well. She can't save anyone with that daydream.
You have also lived many, MANY lifetimes where you have felt duty-bound, an obligation to save women. Not just any. Many. Legions of women: from peril, from slavery, from doubt. Their savior. You NEED women. Like you need blood. Life. Women. Indifferent. Women.
I am holding on to these lifetimes and maybe will tell you about them. I am in at least one of them. Spain. No reason why you like that country so much, eh? Or me?
Your need for slavery, men, women to bow to your every whim: that is tied in with repetition compulsion. An act reserved for compulsive men. You might want to look into compulsion. Religion. Diablo Cody, the screenwriter, did an interview with Marc Maron on his podcast "WTF" and stated that Catholicism actually gave her a clinical diagnosis as a child of OCD. She said she was obsessed with being a Catholic as a child and that it literally gave her OCD and she was on medication for it. Eventually she healed herself, but it was rough. Look up the interview if you like, it's very good.
You might want to look into religion. Compulsion. Novenas. Genuflection. Rosaries. Magical Thinking. The obsessive compulsive actitivites of being told "All your sins are washed away if you do the religious equivalent of checking the doorknob 26- no wait, 27, no wait 29, no wait 113 times a day to see if it is locked". Not good. For man or religion.
And I know, I KNOW: You consider yourself someone who loathes the Catholic Church. Or no? But look into RELIGION Compulsion. Sin factories. "If you do this, then this" reward system that screws so many of your ilk up. It has, in a fashion.
You are a Sin Eater. One who eats sin. But you also have a Compulsion for Soul Eating. Thank "Your God" Aleister Crowley for that. The Bastard. I don't like that. Nor do I abide by that.
You try anything like that, you set the lair for anything resembling that, and it's repetition compulsion for you a million times zero. You Get nothing, Bro. Y'hear me? Nothing. Nada.
Heal the repetition compulsion. Heal it.
(Just speaking your early childhood development language, Brah! My way or the highway, etc.! Language you understand! And loathe!)
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
Thursday, July 20, 2017
Ever date or have someone in your life who could cycle between idealizing, loving, affectionate, needing your attention, sentimental and then contemptuous, raging, and discarding-- all within the span of an hour? And then the whole cycle would start all over again? Did bewilderment usually predominate as the main emotion for you? Then you were probably in the zone known as Borderline Narcissist Land.
Sunday, July 16, 2017
You ain't my Daddy. You're acting like a boy-man. I know you ain't gay... you're just a psychopathic jerk who wants me to run "gauntlets" and use me as a triangulation device for your fembots.
But are you brave enough to sit by the fire with me and cuddle? Nope! Hard pass. Like most men. They want a cardboard cut-out for their fanfic wanks, not a real human.
Apparently, I'm not a person allowed to have a dynamic, direct, face-to-face exchange with real grown ups who own their shit. I'm not a person at all. I'm a holographic reality interface. I'm 2D. I'm not allowed to have anything or anyone real pass through this "zone of interference". Nope, apparently that's kept from me. Plenty of sycophants and narcissists and weaklings and defense mechanisms passing as human- just barely- and psychos and weirdo fetishists. But human beings? No. Apparently I'm not allowed to have them in my life.
Monday, July 10, 2017
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Friday, June 30, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Hey you in the Fox Force Five: I will not hesitate to cut a bitch. Get ready. Storm's a comin'.
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
You think that nuclear war is on the table? No it isn't. Please. The game behind it is what you should pay attention to. This revamping of a cold war is a ruse. Russia doesn't think it's possible any more than Trump thinks he's the one running it.
Here's some phrases I'm getting that might mean something later:
"Build that wall!"
"Boomstreak!" (whatever that means!)
I'm just saying... enjoy Trump's tomfoolery while you can. He's got some memorable messages, that's for sure! That they are sane, safe, etc. is another story...
I'm off to watch Jeff Sessions walk on hot coals soon...
Monday, June 5, 2017
Thursday, June 1, 2017
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Friday, May 12, 2017
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Monday, April 3, 2017
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Monday, February 13, 2017
Friday, February 3, 2017
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
The timing of this is probably not a "Coincidence". There's probably more to this story than the official one is telling you...
Thursday, January 26, 2017
You should've picked honesty.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Bitch, this train is crazy, and you do not want to put me in a position where I do not give a fuck. You wanna burn down my apartment building in July? Bitch, you do not want me not giving a fuck.
How many fucks do I have to give at this point?
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Why would I do this? It's madness! Why would I want to remove power from the few? When there are so many who could use it! Why on earth would I want to do that?
Give many the power of the few?
Give many the power of the few?
She must be insane!
No, like many, I'm just 1000% done. I think it's time now.