Someone Else's Lie

I been perving around the blogosphere and seeing nice happy pictures of every one. What they are doing, what they are eating, posing in front of the camera…all well and good. That’s what I need to do, methinks. I need pictures of my life online. But isn’t that what FaceBook is all about? Hmm.

I lost my dongle full of piks. Gone is the notorious ‘fishing’ picture, when a young fisherman catches his first tiddler. They’re classic. Gone (okay, they never existed) are the BBQ snaps, the glamorous wedding snaps, the New Year’s Eve snaps. You know what I mean? So many pictures feature a lonesome writer. He might be hard at work making a performance out of a new profile pik for his new book, or he may be at the top of Kilimanjaro, but usually he is alone.

I want to be involved in polaroids where I am not alone.

Why? Because I’m a family man, a people pleaser, and I love human company.

How much fun can one have on his orher own? I would say it is strictly limited. I’m craving Christmas, and dinner time, so we can take loads of snaps with me at the head of the table, craving the turkey in a paper hat and pulling crackers. Except no one will be there. Only me. Unless I get a lucky invite somewhere. Sometimes I go to a homeless shelter for Chrimbo dinner, but it’s not the same,

I know you’d love it if my blog was changed up, and I started posting holiday snaps of me and the moose (missus) and the kids. Wouldn’t that be sweet? Frolicking on the beach, playing around next to the log flume, dining out at world famous restaurants. Even doing nothing, just standing there being with each other.

But they don’t exist.

It’s just me. As a lonely soldier in this lonely war.

I had a bit of company last year in the form of dark spirits, I still do, but I burned some effigies related to them and released myself of their starkly negative influence. Now, because of my last remaining residues of sacred light, I am opposed by certain forces wishing to slam shut the gateway to Heaven. I always have been picked on, all my life, only now they are more insistent about their persecution of me, maybe because I am so close to stepping into the fullness of my destiny. They rant on about decimating my angels and leaving me hopeless, but alongside me too, simultaneously, is a vivid awareness of indescribable joy, and so too a peace beyond all understanding.

During this most recent season I’ve found myself over the harrowing grief of middle-aged serial relapse and planted squarely in a glen of fun and quiet. I’ve been giggling to myself a lot, at ridiculously silly concepts only I in the world can conjure up, and I’ve been feeling warmth and safety and security and inspiration from normal things in normal circumstances.

As soon as I achieve a state of momentary nirvana, I get “messages of desolation broadcast into my head from my handlers.” Yep, I receive all manner of urgent voices and hallucinations from evil beings who are determined to stop me from experiencing a moment’s happiness. This is what lets me know that I am firmly chosen for God’s Kingdom. It seems that I cannot even share a giggle with myself anymore, when I make myself laugh. This is not kosher with the thought police.

So yeah, I’m hangin’ in there, but I would say that I’m having a few niggling thoughts about returning to my spiritual vomit, pornography. I think its unwholesome spirit enters my heart during the course of a season randomly and I start entertaining ideas of unruly practices which endanger my holy advance towards salvation.

I tell myself that nothing is worth anything, and that this is boring, but in reality it is an idyllic and a perfect and a sweet and a tender experience compared to the catastrophic ravages of relapse. Each night can be hard, in the face of mind control technologies, when my operative neighbours effectively place me in the epicentre of a governmental base, or spy camp, where I have no privacy and all the rest of it. Pour me another one…

I give up on my mission [THIS TIME NOooo Surely!!!], and partake in the devil’s delights because I allow him to persuade me that I have no other option. Oh I don’t know, I’m writing about bulldust, I can’t afford to take my eye off the ball here, it just feels nice if I can at least TALK aboud it, if I can’t put my hands all over it and molest it to death. But the thing is, I’ll talk myself INTO it if I’m not careful. And then it’ll be too late.

So just to conclude, I WON’T BE relapsing and returning back here with bad news tomorrow, I’m still being a good boy, drugs and self-induced sexual pleasure mean becoming spiritually bankrupt, whereby I can’t even keep a blog ticking over, or the vultures at bay.

Just moving on quickly, and forgive me for changing subject, but I am interested in the name

A l e s s a n d r o 

at the moment. This is a name relating to the country of Canada, who I am currently investigating as a side project whenever my psychic giftings see fit. There was an air crash there last month which I believe was a result of my investigations. I am tempted to type in the name now on Google or Bing but think I will wait until I am in the right frame of mind at home and enter it into my mystic impedimenta which I possess and am proud of. My clairvoyancy kit, if you like. It’s quite simple really, but more interesting than a quickfire internet search.

After working on the Madelaine McCann case, at home, in my spare time, as a matter of personal interest, I have now moved on to something seedy happening on this strange continent. I know nothing about the Elite’s goings-on with children, it that’s what you’re thinking, I don’t care who runs the world and what they get up to just so long as I can get on with my mission, which is nothing to do with anybody, especially not them, fraudsters and paedos they most probably are.

If I have a problem with the elite, represented by my local council, I turn up at the mayor’s house with a baseball bat, not write a letter.

And if you have a problem with this blog, I’ll turn up aty your home too.

More about my not so little investigation later.

Until then, try and enjoy life. You might be one of the lucky ones.