I remember
visiting Llandudno with my neighbor Marik. We were both under God’s
Instruction to capture kidnappers and torturers in Wales. Our paths crossed for
one earth-shaking day. We decided to get two train tickets. Good government
officials were behind us all the way, what I call White Ops.
When we
arrived, we had fish and chips. The wrongdoers on display were obvious. I didn’t
hardly have any idea what was going on, I was relying on Marik a lot. There was
some sinister-looking old guy sat next to us. I felt like leaving my seat,
picking him up, shaking him by the lapels, and asking him where the f**k he
kept his TV (torture victim). It was like being in a movie by Eli Roth. Everyone
was reading my mind, as is usual in psychotika. He whispered under his breath, “I
detect fear, Lucifer.” Talking to his numpty deity. The enemy holds fear
against you as if you’ve squandered the whole mission and are not worthy just
because it glimmers across your mind. There’s nothing to be ashamed of about
feeling slightly afraid of something. But the way the Devil uses it, it’s as if
the game is over, as if it’s a neutralizing constituent of the battle process. I’ll
readily admit that I’m a bit scared. But I don’t rattle. And there is no
courage or bravery without jitters.
Our job was
just to detect them and the White Op government officials shadowing us would
deal with the fallout. Round them up, get them arrested, most importantly save
the victim. Marik was indicating that we follow certain people. We were in a
world where they were blatantly walking around with their victims, prodding
them with knives underneath their jackets to keep them subordinate. He had a
real keen eye for them. He could spot them a mile off. On the surface, it might
look like a mother and son, but in reality, it was a cruel woman and a kid who
didn’t belong to her. You would think that they would keep their seedy exploits
contained to some kind of underground basement, but no, they liked to parade
their victims in public. They liked to pretend to be normal.
Some random
guy pointed at me, aware of what me and Marik were doing, ratting out pain-inflicters
for the government and God, and shouted, “I want him rock hard!” He was
referring to my pornography use. Instead of embarking upon a special mission
with my foreign gifted friend, he wanted me back home playing with myself watching
porno. All these gang-stalkers feel powerful when I am fallen with a self-induced
erection at home behind shaded curtains watched sleaze. I laughed out aloud. I
still find it funny to this day. The fact of one man wanting another man ‘rock
hard’ is humorous beyond all belief. Verbally stating it to a stranger, for
Heaven’s sake. He shouted it in front of everybody. Even the voices in my head
were laughing at it!
We got on a
boat. I keep shouting out to God out of nervousness. Declaring Him, like. The whole
world knew what me and Marik were doing. All on the boat were reading my brain.
My fears of water elevated as we traveled out to sea. I felt totally insecure
and vulnerable. It was a new experience to me. I started singing a song in my
head out of uneasiness, and several children on the boat started singing it
along with me, laughing and giggling. Their faces were magical. The kids
alleviated my tension. They kept staring at me and chuckling and smiling. They made
it all worthwhile.
There was
one woman with a child who looked like she was going to faint with trepidation.
The infant looked nothing like her. She had a victim, she had been found out,
and she was trapped on a boat with me, Marik, and White Op government
officials. Caught! I’ll never forget the confusion in her gaze, and her
lacklustre defeated body language. There were several Chinese who were trying
to perturb our mission by making me feel fearful. They kept taking pictures of
me and saying, “Chinese Win.” But not before a giant spirit of a woman flew
over the top of the boat. I felt better when witnessing that. It was insanely
enormous.
I also saw
myself engraved into a mountain, a giant image of me, looking like a wizard
with a magic wand. I clicked my fingers and saw this even more insanely
enormous gigantic lizard with a blue sperm whale in its jaws. I believe in the
lizard realm as David Icke describes it and I also firmly believe that they are
on my side. The hallucination was probably the best one I’ve ever had, all carved
in on the details and contours of the mountain. How big are whales! And how big
was this lizard! To have it trapped within its jaws!
There was a
plethora of other wonderful things happening that day. I’ve done my best to get
the essence down into words. It’s hard. I know it sounds crazy. But, even to
this day, I believe it to be true.
