We have all suffered. We have all suffered terribly and horribly in this world. We have all been treated unfairly. We have all had something bad happen to us. We have all experienced pain hardships and struggle. Yet not everyone struggles the same. Not everyone has the same level of hardships. Some have had it much easier. Some have had the absolutely worst time.
Take me for example kidnapped from my home by devils when I was very small. Also known as alien abduction. You know the grey skinned aliens, big black googly eyes, no clothes, 3 fingers each hand. Paralyzed unable to move or scream…
When their pitch black eyes, eyes with no soul or love, so deep black and dark no light reflects those eyes. When those eyes meet yours, its as if you die. Inside and out you die. Yet you live. And you wake up the next day memory wiped. Don’t remember a thing. You don’t even remember you have missing time. As far as you are concerned. You went to bed nothing happened and then you woke up. Mind controlled, ritually tortured, horrible things done to you by devils and lets not forget their mind controlled demon possessed slaves. The men and women who work for the devils they’re there.
So you see sometimes you seek out the pain. You seek out the hurt. You punish yourself. Other times they come to you. They seek you out. The war comes to your door, to your home, your bedroom.
And it makes you hate, and it makes you hate so much, and they invade you, and they snatch you away to control you, then to destroy your very soul.
What to do? You be not yourself. You be someone else. You become a group of people. You run and run and run and run away from yourself. You run away into your own mind, into your own head, into your own world. Then you break apart yourself. You break yourself apart into so many pieces. Each piece has its own life. Even if that life is very small. Even if that life is just there to say hello. Pieces upon pieces upon pieces. You become dissociated. You are now removed from your own life and your life is changed forever.
You spend the next two decades in a daze, a haze, a mist, and a blanket. A blanket that scratches you that itches you, that suffocates you, a blanket that pushes you down. A blanket that makes you cold and not warm. A blanket of hate.
A hate that is not a hate of a child nor of a man nor of anything with blood and bone and guts. A hate that is of evil. A hate that draws in more hate. A hate that touches every part of life, every part of your life.
And you just don’t know what to do and you don’t know what to do and you don’t know what to do with yourself, with your hate, with your hate, with anything. Complete total silence, and screams deafening screams that come from inside of you, that come from what the devils did to you. And you scream and you scream and you scream and you scream until you didn’t even notice, you were screaming out loud. And now your throat is sore for 3 days.
You don’t notice yourself. You don’t care about yourself. The outside of you is covered a nice smile, loving eyes, hair that smells so good. The others clean you up good. Then you walk outside. Your niceness and kindness shields you from the world and from other people.
Nobody knows anything. A spirit of a chameleon is there to hide you and guide you into nothing. You gain nothing from hiding. You gain everything from hiding.
Then one day you wake up with a feeling that feels new, yet its familiar, like your favorite song you had as a kid but you don’t remember the tune anymore. The feeling is constant. The feeling is specific. The feeling guides you. It says ,”Seek truth about the world”. And so off you go to seek truth.
And so you grab your old sony camcorder and a rusty squeaky tripod that makes a whole bunch of noise go out and start filming the sky. You notice continuous air traffic from planes. You are very familiar with planes as you used to take plane trips several times a year every year for several years in a row. The planes make no noise, they are silent even though they are low to the ground.
The planes are fake.
Must be a top secret military project out of the joint army navy airforce base I think.
I continue to film and film and film and film. Day and night night and day. Film film film.
Then the bad times come back. “NO!”, yell inside my head. The bad times at night. Can’t move, bad vibes all over my body, bad vibes all over the room. Only at night, this happens.
Then I knew it was connected. It wasn’t military only. Must be aliens.
So now I research aliens……