Hello there
Comrade, how are things? I hope that the universe is treating you fairly, with
dollops of karma and justice, which is what the radiant inner light of your
essence deserves. I’ve always said that there is more to life than criminal harassment.
It’s such a bore, being bound up in the negative. Being targeted for suffering
by the government sucks to high Heaven. At times it seems like there is no way
out, no escape, no hope. Upon more than half a dozen occasions I’ve abandoned
my domicile in a hurry, leaving the door wide open behind me, eager to seek
shelter from the outside world, scared stiff of the creatures which Black
Operatives plant in my cupboards. What I usually encounter is a mean and
hostile planet which stops at nothing to make me suffer just a little bit more.
I had to get over my fear and trepidation to get through the depths of the dark
nightfall. If I could just fall to sleep, maybe I would have a restorative
pleasant dream. I sooo believe in the healing power of dreams.
I say the
shady government, but there is more to being a Targeted Individual than being
pestered by them alone. All the doctors believe that there is no such thing as
a TI, they think that we are all deluded. It’s taken me years to understand
that it is they who are the truly deluded ones. To believe that a chemical
imbalance of schizophrenia can explain the horrible terrors that we CHOSEN go
thru makes no sense to me. Now that I am off my meds, and away from their
detestable big pharma chemicals, which do nothing but make you sleepy and fat,
I can better reason with my addle-free brain. Apologies if you are still on them.
There are
high principalities of wickedness residing in the uppermost realms. There are
lowly street theatre mobs. There are things out there not of God. The list of
my enemies is long and enduring. But I don’t want to whinge about it.
My most
recent trauma will take a while to process. I’m still currently dealing with
the ins and outs of it. I’ve not sat here in the public library and conferred
with you for two weeks. I’m sick of talking about drugs and the Devil though.
My struggles go deeper than that. They taper beyond the frightening
consternations of my hellish apartment to the larger and more grotesque actualities
of intergalactic tyrannies, which play with the reality of humankind. I had a
revelation on Easter Sunday. I kinda realised that I’ve been here before. I
have suspected a rigidity of truth in the Buddhist Wheel Of Ka since roughly
2008. Aside from being a Christian, my faith in it remains souring on. The Holy
Bible spoke to me like it has never spoken to me before. If you are battling
with difficulties which are beyond words, then rest assured that you are not
alone.
If you feel
that you cannot cope, read the Book Of Job in the Bible. His lamentations
pierce the soul, and it reminds you that somebody else has been through what
you are presently going through. I feel protected when I read God’s Word, but I
tend to only do so when I sense an imposing sense of glumness about me. I wish
I could do it all the time, although it is far over humanoid understanding’s
head and tends to leave one ear via the other quite often sometimes.
Aside from
His Word, I believe in my Own Word. My voices tell me that I am crap at
writing, and can’t spell, and that only they are reading my blog to mock and
jeer at it. I know I might never be viral, but I hope beyond hope that you are
there. You must certainly know who you are by now. Someone who doesn’t see this
as a fictitious rambling born of a squandered, confused, perplexed and muddled
mind, but as the serious truth of a testifying individual. Now maintain your
Peacing Out Soldier x
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