Of course I’m not trying to muzzle him. I just want him to understand that in all likelihood you are the only one reading his word salad
I will say this: iBOTTLE!
(When I heard someone mutter, “I can't believe we got in,” at the time I thought it meant Area 51, or Project Looking Glass, or The Inner Circle Of Trust.
However... I was not afforded any further details; I was being framed and set up to be ambushed; and it was hoped by many that sweetie and I would simply just die. That shit happens yo.
I had no fear of death — I had already been to public school. And I had not been loafing about for nearly five years, just to let a bunch of drunken turbo-pervos compromise my country's national security.
And I wanted to see what they were gonna try to do. NGL: it was pretty terrifying. Yet not only had I gone to public school, I had also trained for this entire chain of events.
NO.DEALS
.5:5.
It's amazing what can be done with permission these days. For example: I was never here. The conversation never took place. I didn't repeat anything that I had ever done before or with anyone. And I absolutely did not “cheat” on anyone.
🐖, so it was only a matter of time. Turkish operators infiltrating U.S. >Klan Dough sex cults used as cover for mil.spec logistic chained routes that had been in place for decades? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's why they set them up that way. Masons!!
Lodge security is best security. And I had no interest in any part of it. That's why I was kept out of everything.
Did you have fun storming the castle? It would have taken a miracle. DISQUALIFIED. Lying to QjLergμ results in some perfectly legal and very special consequences.
Number one: I wasn't going to let The Betrayer out of my sight. Number two: I had never been to the place that everyone had partied their ass off in before... so I acted like I knew nothing and was in charge. This enraged the conspirators, who were all being driven by Hidden Hand agents. Number three: I didn't really have to try very hard to not mind that they were all, very clearly suffering. Number four: I asked for answers very politely and was not only openly lied to, I was determined to be “working with the police,” and I had already figured out that she was, and I was happy to let them handle the entire mess... since they knew nothing about what I was interested in. Everyone was all about the MEEEEEEEEEEEEETH.
I had never seen it before in my life. Because I arranged all this after I saw what happened to my high school alumni. As no one ever asked me anything... 35 years later, I was pretty sure they had planned on blaming me for everything.
Number five: I was a minor, I was sex trafficked, and no one thought that would be a hard sell to carry over in the face of years of reports that I was a creepy rapey pædo. This was planned out from a very young age.
Ergo: Global Freemasonry and Jewry became a racketeer influenced corrupt organization, and just because I could (and I wanted it to fly under the radar) I hauled them all into Divine Court, which is real, and they were all indicted, charged, prosecuted, convicted, sentenced, and subjugated on a slow Tuesday. It was a couple months ago.
You probably didn't hear about it. It's a secret. More or less. I am not a Freemason. I am, in fact, dreadfully expensive.
AND. I. WROTE. THE. PLAN. 💪🏿💪🏻
I also read the instructions. Use of mil.spec.cm without permission leads inevitably to a bad end. So, I didn't. And everyone who was using it in 1989 seems to be in a great deal of denial now.
Who could have seen this coming? 🤔 Oh, right. NGL, I kinda dozed off there while waiting for everyone to notice that Circe, Lilith, Lucifer, Eve, AA Michael & Raphael & METATRON & Sisiphon were showing up in my YouTube feed.
Number six: I wish I had 10,000 marbles to return to the store, but instead I'm just going to let all of all y'all work this out. Art Bell is having THE BEST time with all this! This is his ideal outcome.
I can see why. This all being handled internally, and I don't need anything out of this at all, since I already want to go back to HIGH school. Some of these karmics are on their 3rd resurrection. I'm still on my first life.
And none of them can have a conversation with me. That's too bad. I wonder if my location is a secret, or, just my phone number? I'm pretty new around here. I'm not sure how this all works.
But it does, so I don't have to. Especially not with two Archons and two homo dingbats on me like connect on four. Pretty sneaky, Sis.
Most of this, I won't ever have to explain. I was the only one following the law, and I don't need to punish anyone. This is a laff riot.
I literally never saw TheRealThing™ until after I was sent on a 400-mile round trip goose chase. A hair follicle test would easily confirm. So after I discovered that this was all done to mock the Christ, I knew it was Kathy's fantasy come true.
Number seven, we're both still pissed and still haven't talked to each other. Imagine the seethe. I have the tolerance of a mayfly, and it really does work better when one is already smart in the first place.
Me: hero. Everyone else: what? I didn't really see that coming. So, no: I didn't want “cheaper drugs.” I was simply following along because I wanted to see how things would blow up, and they surely have.
Don't care sex. Don't care money. Don't care power.
Ashes, ashes.
We all fall down. (Standards.)
Not everyone makes it into a cottage industry, though. Some of us have class and are essentially immune to herpes and I guess one person has the cure to HIV+. I have no idea, since no one tells me anything at this point.
They're sure I'm figuring it out and let's hope setting me up for success is over now. Everyone was so sure I wanted children. Nope. No thanks. “Hurry up and breed me, minion, ” and then drop 18 years of income... and then get charged with market manipulation and tax evasion, d‘oh!
So, no babies, and no meth, and no money, and no sweat. NO DEALS.
I haven't been waiting 35 years. As G-d as my witness, I truly believed you all must have been over all this, ages back! Nope!
The true horror is waking up and discovering that your high school has needs, they what to know what love is, and they want you to show them. But first, can you rub some of this powder on your lips?
OMG DON'T SMOKE IT!!! (Tough crowd.) I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, I'm going to retreat into contemplative prayer and solemn meditation.
They are all in full-the-FUK⁰ⁿ methamphetamine neurotransmitter withdrawal relapse cycle. I am really lazy. We are not the same.
Also, I was mugged at age 7 by three Freemasons twice my age, I was followed home from school, I was asked if I had been “looking” at “his sister.” I was SEVEN. What the actual Hell?
I guess the stuff is pretty powerful. I know nothing about how to utilize it, really. Just this: WITH PERMISSION. Everyone else, with secret Masonic oaths. I guess? It's not discussed.
#Officially, I was never here. Don't repeat this conversation. This conversation never took place. And there was nothing I could have done... besides not use any. So, I didn't.
When I saw that some of my classmates were being groomed in 1989 with what I assumed was crystal methamphetamine, I figured I wasn't going to be invited. I wasn't.
Oh but now I'm supposed to hurry up? I guess. 🤔 What happened to 420? Oh, there's too many Feds. Weed bad.
Reunion? There was no union, only circus. THESE PEOPLE ARE STUPID.
Hiding drug abuse for 35 years will do that. *yawn* They say I've had enough. They don't believe a word I say.
Not gonna lie: this is Heaven. *puff puff* Pass.
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.and trying to derive meaning from it. I have a feeling he’s laughing at you for doing it.
Out-of-earshot mocking laughter. Got it, I will add that to Room 101 immediately.
One can only troll someone if the intended target is actually reading their posts.
I know all there is to know when one knows nothing.
Most of Jack’s posts remain unread by me and probably most here.
That's not how it works. What I write is cross-posted. Multiple forums. Numerous places. I'm fucking famous you fucking moron. I WAS FAMOUS TO BEGIN WITH. Apparently my dad was an asshole. Tell me the story later; I'm too busy redeeming him.
That’s pretty weak tea for someone always bragging about how effective they are.
Stating that I am effective as a literary motif does not represent bragging about my own effectiveness. It's a put down to how others are not effective. It's probably a little too inside baseball. Also, the voicemail I played from 4 years ago is on the last debrief I put together and then right as I was about to almost finish it up. Somebody erased my phone and it's cache files. Deleting work in progress and other prepared technological information. Drat the luck! Oh, if only there was a way to track such events.
Honestly, I just wondered what you got out of it?
It's a complicated, acquired taste, with notes of chocolate, almond, rose and newspaper as it hits the nose. *wap wap*
If you’re that desperate for reading material there are lots of good books out there. You don’t have to settle for Jack’s non sequitur.
Who is this invested in my condemnation? The mind reels.
