You've apparently made it next to impossible to be contacted,
You and Larry and Sara and Gabby/Connie came here around the time Corey did and pretended to ask me questions for about five minutes and then you split. Since then, you've been lying about your contact with me. (The phone rings and every single call is a man-in-the-middle-attack. Very obvious to me. Not obvious to anyone else. Has that really never been detected before? Did you really imagine it was going to work? I retract the queries, as I am not an official investigator, Jeremy. I mean, Matthew. I mean, Michael. Or David. Or Dave. Or... whatever works for you, Wyrdo.)
and that's okay.
You were supposed to keep me informed and when you asked me to lunch on Instagram, and deleted the invitation, and when you showed up to inquire, and then cut the meeting short and never saw me again, and when you deleted AC's messages about the Starlink and on-and-on, those were all you, coming along later, cleaning up the narrative, making things line up, because you are working diligently to make my replacement by the dybbuk (aka "your handler") a possible thing. These things are ancient, you know. Technomancy is a new twist but the replacement of a person with a changeling is an old trick, goes back to before Adam & Eve.
I just wanted to say hello. I hope all is well.
If you wanted me to hear it, you would have to take another route of communication. AND YOU KNOW THIS. All is -not- well. (Call the EPA. DO IT.) For example, I wanted a pizza, and that shrieking banshee you're calling a wife said that she bought a car for $2500 and was "broke." Ohh, okay. Broke, huh? Sounds like bullshit to me. But of course, that person has been weaponized to despise me. And would anyway. Since I love Her_Sister more than Those_Kids. (I fed those kids. Their mother won't feed me, even with access to MY MONEY. Seriously, this weaponization shit is pretty strong stuff. Whole family is juiced up to the gills and programmed to destroy me, huh? Without being at all obvious about it. It doesn't need to be obvious to me, lol, I love them and they're working to murder me. I can assure you: that feeling is a lot more than a tickle or a fantasy Spider-Sense(TM).) Bottom line, Connie/Val\Klayt + 4 is one hell of a mask for Eve, Soulmate of Lucifer, and where are Adam and Cain? Probably polishing up their Pon-Farr skills in the gym. wew lad.
I still think of you. ❤️
Dennis, I am your guy here. Everyone on the North American continent hates you, except for me! (Yes, your daughter has come to despise you; without being at all obvious about it.) Still, as I said: I'm your man. For now. In some media markets. Dunno about Guam. So few people do.
rtx, do you know that your technology is being repurposed by domestic terror cells that have misappropriated Divine technology and they use it willy-nilly in the field against U.S. Citizens and First Nations indigenous peoples? Men too! It's more likely than you might think.
Raytheon changing their name to rtx is a thigh-slapper for reasons I won't go into but I will say this: the woman, the man, and the dog living at 1416 (PROT-NotMyPresident'sHome) Avenue are -not- one Divine Being. They are, however, quantumly entangled with at least two (2) other parallel dimensions, possibly as many as five (5), and if you think going in with a team to extract The Hostage like she were Elian Gonzalez is going to -ever- work, you are sadly mistaken.
We're past that now. Way, way past. And I still don't know if she even has an anus at all. I do know that there are 7 (seven!) more of her sisters in harm's way now. SEVEN MORE SISTERS. Nice job, >MV. You sure managed to desecelate. /SMDH.
I am a star. You are a lawyer. Can you even go nova, jewbro? We are not the same. STAY HUNGRY. bbiab
