in 99 I was interested in a artist who is now alledge to be propped up by illuminati.... with all his nazi propaganda shtick and all. i have no idea
what all that was about now.... his art. I was paying so close attention and it seems there should be therein a message explaining some of these
global conspiracies and how nazis are still running things, you know... he is a rebel!
If anyone should be throwing this in our faces, it was an artist like this... but alas, all that conspiratorial messaging went right over my head....
IF IT WAS EVEN EVER THERE.
so my conclusion on that... is.... IT WASN"T THERE. He did nothing to open my eyes and i was looking damn hard.... I missed it if it was there.
ok...so now what? If he is trying to get an anti nazi message across, his crew are not very communicators.
i honestly think the dude just really digs hitler.... so now i think he sucks.... and his message board sucks too.... cause it seems to be run by nazi
wannabes.
seriously.... i had a lot of trouble online after 99 and I have no idea why so many people are ready and willing to control the will of others and
think they are part of some special class of know it alls because someone tells them weird stories of scary technology and really smart aliens who
some think are angels. All the symbols are there.... they made HIM the alien... the angel. Sometimes, entertainment really stinks to high hell.
... but to explain, they came upon the story and subscribed as luciferians who had this arcane knowledge, but they don't come and speak directly
about it.... THEY JUST MAKE DIRTY MONEY OFF OF IT.
i have been waiting.....
I have been waaaaaaaaiiiitttting.....
they watched me. i knew they were watching me. i was followed after the show. went into a bar and got drunk alone, they paid for my cab ride back to
the hotel.... never saw them except when they were following me in thestreet very late after i got restless alone at the hotel (people had beckoned me
at the damn show.... he himself signalled to me.... i wanted to know what the damn fuss was about... i was curious and interested)
ok...so i drank and got fairly drunk that night but was filled with an energy not of my doing.... the #er signalled me right out of the crowd... they
had people surrounding me. How am i just supposed to lay my head down and think... oh, tomorrow is another day.... time for sleep.
anyway, walking around by myself might be a bad idea to some BUT I WAS ALREADY BEING FOLLOWED WHEN I STEPPED THROUGH THE DOOR OF THE AMPITHEATER!!!
this got on my nerves but i was trying to see it in a positive and friendly way.... these stupid #s are not my friends but they had to jack around
with my life, so they get whats coming to them. i didn't start it... THEY DID.
Luciferian beliefs consists of all sorts of things and apparantly these #ers thought they were called to make the power rise up and resurface.... so
what do they do to make this happen?
find people related to the old legend.... of the crash and the survivors and the deceased and what it all meant...find them... AND STALK THEM AND TRY
TO MAKE THEM GO CRAZY BUT NEVER EVER EVER TELL THEM WHY OR WHAT THEY THINK THEY KNOW... JUST KEEP POKING STICKS AT THEM LIKE A DOG... LIKE A FREAKING
CRIMINAL... A DOORMAT... A PIECE OF DIRT TO BE CONTROLLED AND STOMPED ALL OVER EMOTIONALLY AND MENTALLY AND TELL THEM TO FLAT OUT COMMIT SUICIDE WHEN
THE WHOLE ABUSE STARTS DRAGGING THEM DOWN.
oh yeah, these guys.... these rebels.... they are on our side alright.
they are just to serve as another example of what NOT to be... and they do not try to make good on any of it by shedding any light and trying to
approach me and this story in truth and honesty.... so guess what? TRUTH was NEVER ON THEIR MENU.
pretty obvious aye? not a huge math equation at all.
anyway... these two are connected by the entertainment industry and that arcane knowledge of military secrets.
I was walking in the street late that night and two were following me... dressed plainly so as to blend. they were following me so fast down the
street at one point I felt the need to start running.
then i sat somewhere and got even drunker.
What?...like my hotel room was safe.
nowhere is safe.
nowhere has ever been safe.
sitting on park benches talking to crazy old men tell war stories is actually a lot safer than me sitting the last house i lived in. I have said over
and over that my life does not fit into the 'usual" and any questioning of my past choices are futile. i have never hurt anyone. i have never done
these types of detrimental things to anyone.
I'm not the one who needs to be babysitted around here.
they have sent a lot of people my way... that stupid girl that tries to be an artist like her daddy... what are these people even doing? they get
nothing accomplished but keep coming out the woodwork to screw with me and never make any real statements about anything.... nothing changes.