posted on Aug, 26 2011 @ 04:35 AM
I'm going to put this here to give a little more light to the subject. I'm disappointed that this is ending up on a 'general conspiracies' forum,
but its not like there's a lot of avenues left to tell you guys the truth.
I have never done the research about topics like this I'm just going to give you the bare truth, and we're going to go into a lot of subjects and
will given you a little insight of the past, present, and the past.
I know there's certain 'implications' in admitting to working for a certain group, but let's call it BLACK for reference. A man named Greg Martin,
along with his wife Stephanie and his son John, lived in southern California up to the late 1908s. What implicated was that, a lot happened (I don't
want to get into for guilt purposes) but let's say I'm Martin and I end up in two pieces.
In one of your sick little rituals, little reptile faced d@#@bags split me in two. But here's the fun part, I'm not dead and i end up sitting up
with my guts out of my torso. And what happens? I just start laughing my a@# off, I just can't stop laughing, while Mr. @43khead is shaking me like a
British nanny, All we needed was his vocal data to make some complex confirmations, the groups needed convincing that this Mr. @43khead was doing some
nasty stuff to you guys. I get thrown to the ground still uncontrollably laughing while my head gets stomped on hard, it felt like eggshells, no pain.
Then, my body flops around with my hands up and down like I'm laughing and I hear these cries and scary moans, like these guys were actually scared
out of there wits. Then just decided to leave.
There's a couple visions I had going in between, I saw Alex Jones yelling like a crazy man and I thought he gave everyone a bad name. I saw a black
and white photograph that looks like it was in the 1920s with person with a regular suit but the head definitely looked like a reptile, and that this
photograph OFFICIALLY exists somewhere, possibly in the Library of Congress, and also that they were going to bring out Obama to become president but
I thought if they brought him out too early it would be #i3k move (they should've waited).
You guys were and are in big trouble. After getting split in two, finally saying it was over, there's this feeling of getting SUCKED out, and meet my
maker? Well its like your in this mathematically perfect space while everything is in Super high definition and seeing this GIGANTIC ball of fire. You
have this golden body that feels like a rock, glowing. I gotta say the difference is this, there's no tension between your muscles or pain, its like
you could sit somewhere for years and no stress. The difference is there's no heart or passionate discourse that you're used to. Basically this
entity of this giant fireball is really pissed off, gets PISSED of getting called God (Not entirely sure why), calls itself the Almighty One, and is
REALLY pretty pissed off at all of you. Thanks guys, i had to get an earful, his voice goes right through you. I'm not allowed to tell you what was
discussed, but basically he said I couldn't save you, but I convinced him to give you guys a chance and was given the ability to shape some
So I end up in this thing, while I'm getting hugged from behind by this white wax entity, which were 'people' that were accepted and given these
bodies. All these small people had yellow irises with dilated pupils and had skin that was like fake plastic white wax. They wanted to hug said they
missed me then I was given the information on some of the 'problems' you had. I'll paste the others since I'm so d32$ed stressed about this, I
don't want to post it all again.
"You guys back in the 1980s were under a very very bad situation. The cure to cancer was plain GIVEN to your heads (its in a clear glass vial with
medal cylinders on each side with a cone divot inside). They didn't give it to you guys at all. What were we supposed to do? They were threatening
you guys with planes and oh so nasty stuff. If I hadn't made some tough decisions with the white waxers you would be in BADDD shape. They wanted
advice, and help, they got it.
1) No longer going to give you guys any access to technology.
2) support to help keep your cancer under control was shut down on our end, 'spiritual journeys' to cure it, accept the father, thought it was
3) Hands were tied, you guys were being used as 'hostages' by your own heads
4) Getting the information out, being legal about influencing positive changes in your government, you guys get to pick your group and name to go and
spread the truth. I didn't like the name, it sounded stupid. The joke was a 'peaceful' 1776, which I found hilarious.
5) All else fails, make an appearance, and I hate that HATE hate that plan. And not left with any other options.
This is why the 'others' are such a non-issue. You had so much going on with your own heads of power THREATENING you, there was no choice. I will
say that someone you know very well is VERY pissed off, and I had to get an earful back in the 80s.
I'm sorry. Going about it the 'normal' way wasn't going to help. And I am still overly stressed about those decisions that had to be made, it
really made me feel bad about #2, I'm really sorry. "
So there, I just needed to get this off my back and off my chest. This was the time to just let it all out there, that should answer or add questions,
but at this point, there's nothing I can do. You're on your own guys. I'm pretty sure I'm done with negotiating.
I apologize if I can't give you solid evidence, but what I can say is, don't be surprised if some of the pieces fit together. A delusion? possible.
But this was the time to do it. An opportune time to get this info out to you guys with no repercussions, enjoy the freedom. I need a serious drink.