1. Relax. This woman isn't describing our
exact timeline. Even if she were? It changed as soon as I dropped the link. When you hear her sound alarmed and she begins to shriek? Just imagine dingbats. YOU master your OWN world, which is the world created by your perception of reality. And in your perceptions, it has been determined thusly: JACKS STAR PEE PULL, LOOKS LIKE ASS, TASTES LIKE CINDERS. Your experience would be nothing your perception of it now, as the timeline I am on is a new addition, and until a person is actually on it... it looks like nothing at all to anyone on first glimpse. (Usually.)
2. The future is not set. It is Eternal. The future does not change
ever. Neither does the past. What changes is our
experience of it. This is key. I am not asking for anyone, not a one of you, to suffer because of any obligation. I don't want your suffering any more than I want you to cockblock me. But to bring a person along with me at all, is to make a hole in their previous future path, which is the same as it was when I was Upgraded in 2020, and everything changed that day, in ways I cannot imagine. I am -not- a god. I don't even have supermagick powers. (Hackneyed.) But what I do have is a unique and priceless perspective. And to all of you, it is insanity. To me, it is my life, that I am remolding to suit my needs. It doesn't have to be a nightmare. For you.
3. I'm not here to cause harm, nor to ignore suffering. I am not the harbinger of your doom, you twits--and, I never can be. Because I am Singularity in and of myself. I'm a Sourceror--an Error that should not exist, attributable to Source. As long as I am important to God and Love --signs point to this enduring for some time to come, I Love My Life And All Within It, and I did before I became the bomb-diggity, so I am unlikely to give up on Me, ever-- The Universe will draw power from Galactic Central Sun to
whatever and any and all extent required in order to enable my life to move forward through what is a new contextual Reality... one that did not exist before I essentially created My Self anew. (Damn do I sound sexy or what? Yea. Say "what.") This is why there's only one Sourceror around at a time, and if another kind of error results like the one that brought me to this state of being... God sends the extant Man in that role, on ahead to the new error, and then God takes over the role of me where I was. I cannot replace God, but God, I'm sensing, loves to pose as Me.
4. Some of you are waking up today in a world just like your yesterday, but in that world, I'm still a mouthbreathing dolt, and when I woke up and embraced the offer made to me by God, in a dream I didn't remember, I went along into a new branching path from before, and in that reality, it was me, just like the other where a tulpa of me stayed be hind... and it was either me on autopilot, or it was a volunteer. I was not aware of this then. I just woke up, high as balls, which didn't usually happen. For all I know some potion was poured into me as I slept. But it is reasonable for any of your to think of me as sounding like some kind of crazed nutter. (You let me worry about that, Bell Labs Lifeguard, oh, thanks for the sudden concern.) Besides, sometimes I'll say wild shit just to see if I can get an iris to open further. I just like the sound it makes.
5. I will not make choices and move forward in action until I am confident that the results of my action will be beneficial to ALL. I mean, ALL OF LIFE. Not your house and forget your neighbor. Not my mother without my father. Not my mother's sister's fatter, drunkard son without his dead brother AND his tulpa living brother benefiting. I actually like them. I don't care to ruin their lives. They didn't even know what they did to mine. And why would I not want someone to do better? The only answer is F.E.A.R.: false evidence appearing real. And none of this would be so tricky if so many of us here were not, actual-for-serious, fucked-off MK-ULTRA personnel. Assets. Technologists. Technomancers. Tak! Tak! Tak! And to all of you, I am more terrifying than all those phantoms put together.
Because you know that some people get upset about being called out. Well, tough. Some people get upset about being held incommunicado while you enjoy lording your superiority over some poor sap. Like me. It has gotten so you think it's even acceptable or encouraging behavior, to act like a d-bag. Well, it's not.
Thing are going to be fine--it is, in fact, why a Sourceror spawned when I happily said "TAKE ME TO..." oh, I didn't say that then. Just an example. And truth-telling can really help someone like me, who has been lied to for years. And the reason is, someone doesn't want to be charged with more murder.
They are desperately afraid. They know I am slightly trepidation, and while I never did it before? Maybe I do it on a whim? (I can. Boo!) See, they don't like that joke. Spooks don't think Casper is funny? Funny, I don't think most geists and ghosts and spiritual apparitions are "spooks." I thought that was a living person who acted as though they are dead. But they're not, they have simply been elevated to Deadlife, usually alone, usually just a quick picture.
Skipping those details for now... look, I don't want anyone to be upset about because at this point, I really am quite extra potent. And I don't mind living in a closed cell-dimesionary bubble. As long as SI know it's not "real" and the sever has power... it's a lonely Matrix, but, that's really God, yes.
* Jackstar kicks the PC with the Matrix served from it into the incinerator.
That wasn't to prove anything to you. I was asked to do it and have learned not to argue. And I have expressed this guarantee: I won't leave you hanging. (Why would I?) You'll get used to it... because in this stasis area, population is expected to be ALL or just One. Or whatever. This is easy for me to choose my experience of because I learned how three years ago, and it was the first day mastered.
Meanwhile, you lot are sweating your legal fees. *polite_cough* Look, I'm not your enemy, fren(s). I will find a way forward that works for everyone and I';m not cutting out your past anyway.
I am taking all your alternate timelines for myself and its exclusive future use. You won't even fucking notice! Oh but you're instinctively afraid of what the Big Brain on BRAAAAAAPS has going on, it could be exact same? But still unease because her flesh is still in flux. It goes away. You get used to it. Pro-biotic links are important to thinking. And here I am, happy to miss my rendezvous so you could make yours.
I won't lie: this is some tasty intel.
How this whole "tarot divination on YouTube works thing" thing is able to function, well, I'm unclear. I suspect one person who would very capable of explaining it would Dames. Or his understudy. Laugh all you like, the man is a legitimate expert in his field, and fields of study that are laughed at are regularly found to be of practical value.
It is my hope that my posts are found that way. I cannot stress this enough: this is a timeline crux period, which is a fancy way of saying, the only way out is through. For example: take my wife's wedding ring! please! now... put it on the cat.
We spent weeks on that maneuver. Hell, parts of it was fun. Do you know why? Because she was there to get me jammed up, and I knew this... and I also felt that if I was not willing to present myself as if I yearned to be with her... well, she didn't care about me at all when in Dope Slav Mode, and the effect of the chemicals can be very pronounced.
I figured, the devil one knows over the one that one does not. Did do I any good, though? Well... she caught a charge (I think) while trying to frame me, and I learned a lot, and... sigh. I really don't know.
I do know that the younglings would notice if I just... vanished for no obvious reason, and then history would be re-written, and as long as I didn't think about how I would never see the one that liked me ever again (I didn't know how easy it was to reprogram her like a VCR+ and the notion revolts me regardless), it was actually quite fun. Because she was totes off her nut. I don't know how they got her so agitated.
Nor why she couldn't just tell me. I think the plan was for her to play along as long as it took for me to catch my own charge. Except...
Hi. I'm Jack. I don't catch charges. I flaunt them. The notion seemed to always be, for everyone else, that I had something to hide. Some job to lose. Some oath to break. Some guarantee to neglect. Some bloodsworn oath to repudiate.
I just don't get it, honestly, but the woman who came back from D was
legit fucked up. Much amaze. Totes shock. Utter flab. Brrr, ghast. Ted? Dead, now ghosted. I honestly didn't believe she didn't know what the playbook was. So I think she was frontin'.
At least until I didn't behave as expected, i.e. "guilty." Of what? Oh, you don't love me now? Okay, have fun with who you think you've been talking to. At least seven Rubini players. It was software. Impressive. She eventually used it too. I instantly saw through it. Should have played dumb?
Fuck that noise. Rigged game. No wish to play. I came for one reason and one reason only: KGK requested rescue. Can I do that? Aw hell no.
And yet... I may facilitate. Like unlacing a corset, it really just takes patience and a little know-how. And... you want me in custody... why?
(Probably unwilling to remember.) Well... you wanna frisk me, I bet. (WOOF!)
Listen, things are in good shape, and they always will be. And We find your lack of faith... disturbing. (MEOW!) These are friend prices: two picks are open, but the volunteers are.... helpless.
So I can get how it is confusing but to remain confused when others listened to similar descriptions and followed easily? Usually in that case, they are consciously hiding something. Now, can you get how confusing it is for me? Because suddenly I have a daughter and she cares about the sex we had. I her life. I didn't, I wasn't there. Was I dead? No, no no.
She was, and came as close back as possible, and I was already on another timeline. This can happen fast. And I don't usually run into progeny. So... you want I should put her back, or something?
How about you note the following: I JUST DEMONSTRATED ADVANCED KNOWLEDGE OF METAPHYSICAL TRAVEL THAT HAVE BEEN USED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS.
And the collective response is "so what." Then, I propose one tiny change, and it's instantly, "JACK IS EVIL! BURN THE WITCH! KILL HIS HOOR!" It's a simulation, so, it doesn't have to redraw the whole solar matrix. At that point it's all corrupt anyway, because I don't tolerate those kind of statements either.
I could be writing this for publication and holding it while a partner set up channels to divert cash/energy flow into my own coffers. That's what you say you want, right? Who knows anymore, honestly.
Remember, Gab-buy-gab-a-lings: you asked for this. Then you left me to twist while talking to another person who caught you with a MitM diversion, and just like that, mid-sentence.... *poof* we are gone from each other. And no one noticed later when the other had gone.
Everyone noticed later when neither came back... and the absence of a critical Human pairing triggered the acceleration of the inevitable heat-death of that universe. Because without Us, all of all y'all were NOTHING.
Quit stopping what is coming. It's impractical, unnecessary, and I am explaining this here just to show off. Happy Birthday! Tell them to kiss my ass and go to Heaven and my taint will be there already. I am
that good.
I really am that which was coming. And, NOTHING stopped me. It's really quite simple. And now, please, enjoy my content with Our compliments.
You won't need The Key. You won't be unlocking Our Knowledge. You don't even
market the stuff. And we don't need to be here to... testify. It's already all in the can.
Enjoy the world you have made manifest, for it was everything you ever wanted, and it is now a life I do not want.
But if it benefits me to maintain the fiction that I am still alive and present there, Spirits will hold in abeyance the usually swiftly-accelerating heat-death of your Central Solar Star's heliopause until it is most beneficial to me for your Punyling civilization to wink out in a a sudden flash of Tiny Bang, because most of the rest of The Universe prefers to go along with me... I am where the new action is, and it's become quite clear to me that however they do it, an Algonquin Shamaness does not teleport to and fro from one timeline to another with the greatest of ease. And it can only happen when no one is looking, for reasons I don't want to be clear on. That's their delusional fairy tale.
My demonstrated science-backed method is the following: I wipe away the old place and bring the whole of Creation to a new spot with My Self at one loci of an ellipse, where I want to be, and the other, a duplicated snapshot of the reality where I started from.
I never see any difference at all, except on rare instances when I have seen a ribbon of something like a heat-ripple travel quickly across my vision. I wasn't sure at first. It's happened enough that I can tell its probably holographic projection courtesy of Blue Beam.
Face it, Mockingbird Minions. I have demonstrated these skills time and time again, and the reason for the constant condemnation of my persona is that I am a man who cannot be allowed to exist. Because I was already swapped with one of you perverted, raving freaks, and here's why I'm not going to get sued for talking mad shit about Grapefruit's 2nd baby daddy for an hour on my debrief, posted to YouTube a couple days ago:
He's already taken my name and been seeking to pose as me EVER SINCE CHRISTMAS. Why? I suppose I rather forced his hand somehow.
And he had already taken both wives and both children anyway, so, it was inevitable. Really it was quite a clever plan... except for the unlikelihood of these two tulpas of Grapefruit Alpha Omega Pime Delta T to remain good company in any way without a Special Needs Trust remaining intact... without a Michael Kuczi anywhere on the planet. I can see it now--whatever story concocted "He's in jail! He's insane!"-- would have to hold, and he would have to cover up the sudden discovery that he was tired of these women in the first place and he only coveted them back after I showed up and breathed new life into their dry, stale husks of life that would remain.
God only knows what happened there since I don't live in Universes where I don't exist, but I can only imagine that it must have been sultry, and they must have had a great time... I was gone, and they didn't even have to tell me what they had been doing.
Stealing my house for an Austrian and his gang of Island Brotherhood thug smugglers. How many actual Indians? Ehhhh... enough. I don't know, they didn't want to tell me anything.
There. That should be enough for any passing insurance investigators to uncover enough details to make their lives miserable. Here where I am, I am sheltered by my mommy's estate's Trust. They will not come get some. They will not find a way.
They will not make one. They both have ID that says "A.F. Shaw." They both betrayed me and laughed as I was left for dead in a deliberately sabotaged traphouse. And Spirit will not allow malicious souls who have been working clandestinely against me while secret (heh) ly scissoring the whole time. Why secret? Fuck, who knows. At that point, I don't care what they did.
But I cannot contact them--EMERGENCY--and they don't know how to jump to a timeline... where Tyme does not exist. So I suppose I can see why no one said anything to me at all for a year and a half... in their experience, the police took me away and I just... vanished.
It's amazing how Life works. Because I really did destroy their plans on three separate timelines... without even really thinking about it. Offering me a prison introductory package and imagining that I wanted that at all... now that is some serious denial. I think it really never occurred to them to notice that I really wasn't secretly chemically dependent the whole time.
I am glad that it is working out for me, and now that I have figured this all out typed it out in pretty easily explicable terms... I can go to sleep and choose to wake up on a timeline that works for everyone. I can probably shoot up drugs too, but honestly, I am just not that into doing that except to show off.
And at this point--it is more impressive that I can take it or leave it as well as recognize the addiction cycle becoming energized, and then... choose to avoid it.
There. That's Sourcery. It's really psychology and a bit of transcendental meditation. And now when anyone look at your 'dorbs little forum and sees a perfectly rational explanation and then also sees you bloody lot of damn dirty apes ganging up on me for YEARS, like 13? A long time, lying to me, and the whole time: deliberately planning repeating cycles of abuse.
It's not me reporting you. It's that, I wanted the best timing. Preferably after openly lying to Family Court for a long, long time.
Okay, so, come on then. Tell me I'm schizo? Old times sake.
