posted on Sep, 20 2014 @ 10:31 PM
Fair enough sharing the technicalities. It's going to be a hunting party with FBI looking for pyro teen lone wolf mental health history disturbed
quiet anarchist types with this in their search history now, count on it. I read it, oh noes, the library agents might ask questions, ooh! Not a
eternal pacifist but I know civil obedience and intend to keep it. (end disclaimer)
For all the details the last thing I want to do is subconsciously allow my person within eyesight or encounter distance of something kaboomey.
Psychodynamically everything that is has a potential event in time-space, so if something is lethal, it's going to have the spiritual signature of
danger with the surrounding area being not-clear with a void of danger area in time-space. It's that funny feeling, that smell, the nerve warble,
that "too quiet" feeling that appears before something that provokes me to keep a distance. I don't rely on my feelings but I'm not going to
So that chart that subconsciously suggests it's okay to be around 100 feet of a car bomb, I want to erase that safety rule. It's more like 250 feet
and a few days separation that I want. Sometimes simple problems domino into more complex ones. Where there is one there may be more.
I wouldn't be avoiding just the device, but also the scattered people, the law enforcement force-panics and panic blaming games that could be lethal
if it was a frame-up, the sorrow of the experience. In other words, I never want to get curious, because then subconsciously, I might walk into a
curious event. This includes curious people that carry the explodey feeling on them. Nope, not gonna. Been there, got the heck far away even if
they weren't armed or dangerous, they emanate explosion with their soul/aura. Once it gets blown off it doesn't exactly grow back, and anybody even
toying with the power, nope, they are incurably dangerous. Had a relative that was a pyro and experimented with disaster, incurable, never going to
change them, and they have friends, also incurable, and it doesn't get less once they are adults, it was a conscious decision tree, just to the end
of things with destruction and jail or death with the news ambulance chasing off the disaster.
Personally, I went through the pain of possibly framed in a potential explosion than of random emergencies. Because family and bad neighborhoods and
crazy political sneaky-soldiers trying to cover things up. You know the statistics in terror plots how the rumors say the gov't sets up most of them
that get caught. The suspects get groomed and staged, honey. And the ones that don't get caught in time...?
This is a conspiracy website still yes? I hate that danger zone, the terrorists and soldiers just don't leave distance to care about civil liberties
and keeping buildings intact. Incurable. I figured it was an assassination attempt so their destruction would not have occurred if the staging
wasn't there, so crisis averted, no waiting for even the bad guys to leave, I saw the backpack, the terrorists that had been reported in the news as
having died, but there they were, with the other soldiers in plain garb who looked more war and less civil, including one hiding his face from the
camera. It was their team effort too, not just one guy. That made a permanent impression on my opinions of anti-terror comforts. Well it didn't
occur so there's no actual told-you-so's, but it has to be talked about. It's important to really know the soul of your governors, senators, and
generals, and security bosses, in their executive decision process, and the true legalities of non-disclosure contracts on their desks. Betrayal
smells bad forever. Incurable.
Don't care if it's gold-coated or covered in rat poison, no bomb is ever even marginally acceptable. When they happen, you're not gonna sprint out
like some super agent from a movie, so stop even trying to think escapisms in logics of perimeters, because there aren't exactly any in a few seconds
of shock, and just prevent with awareness. And yeah, if you don't like a backpack or a bag or something suspicious, take it seriously and tell the
house/place/authority of it; better safe than sorry, no matter who shames you, better embarrassed than screaming with missing parts. Never take
normalization attempts to be polite when there are actual concerns, you save your butt first if the others want to be ignorant. Even if it's someone