Chapter Two: The Enemies
It is a wonderful world. I have screwed up as much as I tried to accomplish, but the wonder of it is still there.
There is chaos here, but there is growth.
"Life lives," as Shakespear would say.
As life lives, there are enemies that haunt it with lures to death or destruction.
Enemies after me, after you. We will hide for a while together.
You know them by their using dead languages to judge the living. That NEVER makes sense to me. If you have thoughts, please explain.
The dead worshiping evil doers will attempt to cause more death for the fact being exposed, and then try to judge the living on things they should not even concern themselves with being dead.
Andrew trying to take the internet into Midian tried to unite the internet with space and started to unleash Hell. That part of my spiritual father was lured. Confused. And tempted near midian will screw with anyone's head. Usually with acid.
All this ICE crap and that British gnome is still running around. Quite amazing, but it took months if not years to realize dad was trying to get me away, not a threat.
This is beyond ridiculous, but I barely remember who I am.
These enemies leech away your reason and will to live, as well as your knowledge of how you lived. They writhe at the thought of your happiness, and quake with angry anticipation at a fight with your love.
The worst of them wanted to be queen of England a long time ago. It resembles a silent hill fanatic, a bad girl that stole a mine, and a Boylan sister.
Clean water being scarce on a water-rich planet is ridiculous, so therefore there must be motive behind it as a means of control through contamination.
Poop in a water source will dominate the minds of a people.
Poop, sulfur, and a disinfectant will confuse a body, mind, and soul. You can taste the difference even when we have to clean the water we drink of ecoli. Over clean poop.
Your body is equipped to handle your poop, in small quantities, but anyone who has ever gotten pink eye knows that even your own poop can harm you.
Poop is not a means of communication, though there are fallen religious sects that think it is.
Those heretics are merely collectively contaminating themselves with a fallen parasite; one seeking the people's possible rights to paradise. It in turn makes them crazy enough to believe a communication through schizophrenia by schizophrenia cutting into the mind's flesh and reason via infection when their immune systems are low. The fear of death from the forming disease will cause your mind to be diseased, when the sources of said diseases are uncontrollable or unseen.
An acid trip due to shit and fear that resembles extreme abuse is the result of pooping a people.
The contaminated people then crave the sun light or start worship stars. They will starve themselves and do all kinds of insanity to prove they have virtue.
Oddly enough the human body, or that of the descendants of Adam (not the same thing), poop very little when consuming a completely natural and seasonal diet. The poop is akin to old fruit cake and easily consumed by animals when healthy.
Eating wild and sustainable foods is key to living in harmony with nature and your creator.
At least if you do it right you can enjoy the abundance and save yourself some money.
When animal poop (usually dog) is added to a water source it is inevitable that the people using that contaminated water will display a psychosis. Sometimes oddly like the animal feces that is contaminating their source of water or nutrients.
They display devotion to the animal or person pooping in their water, as well.
When I suspected the water contamination was why there was odd devotion in Britian, I started getting far distance electro-radiant attacks.
My guess is a thickening and stealing of my mind is happening for my realization about intentional contaminations of the water, which only merits my suspicions more if that is in fact the case. Fear for me, and my ability to write to you. If it fade fast, know that I have been cooked like Amanda Bynes.
There is a solution for Britian when it comes to their water.
Treating the land like an aquarium and making a giant carbon filter will help clean and circulate Irish, English, Scottish, and Welsh waterways. There is an easy start to solving the problem in how the initial waste is collected and mixed. The water and spit in the sink must be added back to the sewer water to create a more bile-like substance before being filtered. The filter should be made of a growing material increasing the consumption of waste by consuming the waste.
With filters cleaned by a sideways running fresh water source, the people should be able to fish in their canal ways before a years' time.
Flushing the waste of the water sideways into a contained septic and adding sugar should make a gas. Heating the homes for free with the gas should eliminate nay-sayers. Instead of burning your coal, use what you make when you clean your water.
That's what the Earth does.
When they figure out how it promotes the production of diamonds they will listen.
That and many reasons are why I sit near the animals wondering what the f*** is going on, and then just pay attention to aboriginals and natives.
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The giant island of trash is confusing considering how much is still on my porch. Clearly, the reason behind the man-made island is something other than me.
Following the ocean is how you clean her.
One of her largest and meekest children, the sperm whale, would easily eat that island if it liked to eat trash.
A bionic simulated sperm whale that eats small bits of trash instead of fish should clear that up.
A big light water vessel with an internal decomposing or repurposing system should work. It just has to eat, think, move, and poop like a whale.
Next problem.
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Someone needs to make a sling-shot fishing pole for the physically impaired, if it does not exist already.
I am able-bodied, for the most part, but there are many that think their limitations are why they are bad at fishing, and I want to prove the bastards wrong.
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The aggression and hatred brewing in people is an enemy almost as old as they are.
It is solved by the garden.
When we focus on wild and sustainable foods, hunger is gone.
When we gloat about what we can give our neighbor, greed is gone.
When we see that nature can grow a mushroom in the small crack of concrete within a day, our pride is gone.
When we realize the poor man walking the woods with a wild apple is the free one, wraith sleeps.
When we see the garden is more than we can study in our lifetime, sloth runs away with solitude.
After that we do all that, loneliness is gone. Sadness starves as we find friends in other organisms, and never again are we alone on Earth.
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Your identity is your own.
Your art is your own.
Your body is your own.
Your soul is your own.
Copies are merely copies.
They run at you to try to claim what you discover or make, only to fail at the continuation of its authenticity. The same people steal children and then claim parenthood.
They are not creators, or parents.
They will fade while you stay vibrant in who you are when you keep to how you are and use truth to expose their mere mimicking.
They are not you, by acting, looking, or moving like you. They are not worth them when they do that by copying you. You are worth you, that you stay you is worth something.
Sure. We see something we like and model some part of our actions, thoughts, or phrases after it, but it fades into a learning experience and is something other than what we are.
The difference between a collection of experiences and a sense of self is that you are merely growing the later with the former. They do not define who you are because you are you. Instead of a mere bit of stolen work or love, you are able to work and love as you are.
Those trying to steal you from you cannot do that, no matter how long they fake it.
Be you. Act as you are and how you want to act in a constantly perfecting dance with yourself.
Your living will destroy your enemy without the swing of a sword.
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As for politics, the United States of America need to form a new party.
Call it the United Party.
Have Rand Paul on a ticket with Weiner. The ultimate balance.
Paul will limit the length of laws so we can interpret them at all.
Weiner will remind us to lose our shame when it comes to the modern age and live honest lives.
How he handled the scandal that surrounded him was astounding. You might call him ruthless with leaving people or trying a second time, but with how big a backer his ex-wife had it is lucky he is alive.
She could admit, if she wanted to have someone killed, she could possible do so.
He would admit most likely in a calm group of friends.
We need an age of honesty, again.
Plus, Randy Weiner on a ticket is priceless.
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There is a constitutionally unsound clash between the draft in America and United States Constitution.
I need someone to explain to me how there can be a choice when it comes to forming a militia during a homeland invasion, but the choice evaporates into a regime-like force when the war is foreign during a draft?
Why would they not just state to draft here if under invasion?
Simple.
Because we have the right in the United States the to choose whether or not to fight, always, and it is implied.
The meek are welcome here. By even our mottos we say that. Why would we invite the meek to fight?
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The reason the woman who genetically added to some of my existence was supposed to die before my birth is that their genetics are incredibly susceptible to addiction, meanwhile incredibly strong willed and able to regenerate beyond normal human means, along with nearly immune to poison.
Sylvanas is my spiritual mother, not Stephanie. We just need a body to be conceived that could house the moment between my mother and father on Azeroth.
Stephanie has tried to take credit for my being so much while being disgustingly molestive.
Without a machine sucking me out of the woman, she would have died.
As per my writing in the book of the dead stated.
(When I find out who went over a pen as high as mine, I will probably break the rest of them like a stubborn child. Warning issued.)
It is hard to get one to stop once they start when they are back from the dead, alone a double born sam like Step. They will keep pushing and pushing once upset until they rip their hair out in frustration.
Once exposed for evil acts they charge. (Be wary of that, as well.)
Pissed as can be about the treatment, I used part of them to make me, but I needed genetic tapestry to even be higher there.
All it took was her changing a diaper and slipping her finger in my butt for her to abuse me my whole life.
Disgusting.
She would try it on higher planes if she got the chance. I knew to be wary of her even as a child, but the programing and how she did it enforced and subtle trained a weird type of loyalty where one looks at her as the child.
Being reborn clean after she went to Christ to be cleansed of her sam, she cleaned before having any idea of me. But she was of that line. I am above her in all ways, but the line was needed.
After birth she reverted to pervert, but before and after the cleansing she was meek.
Getting one of them to be meek is almost impossible, as I stated before.
Recently I remembered much of the abuse again.
I go in a type of dormant state of memory where I start talking to her socially again, temporarily forgetting the horror. That happened in the last year, again. Then the touching started and my mind started fighting back against me.
That plus the trauma of rape, has been almost too much.
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If mentioned there is violence.
Therapy is useless with a woman that has genetics to one of the top ten wanted women on the FBI.
They even look like twins.
They like their true grins scare children and the education system lets them in bathrooms with them.
Probably working around kids that other one. Just to cause damage upon her escape and have cover.
It is unfortunate, but I know them well.
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Now you are thinking, "They must just be crazy," I smile, "like with a bad childhood and stuff." Blame the people of earth, many believed her when she said weird crap like that calmed me down. She would act like she was merely touching a diaper in a weird way, and having a child with an autistic meltdown.
That is both true and untrue.
I am what I am, but it did take a certain about of pain to awaken memory that I had hidden on myself through dreams to slowly heal from the past.
This world is too full of things like rape in general.
I know the crime well.
A pair of relatives of mine had crept into my bedroom last July and while one put his fingertips into to bruise my legs the other raped.
The next morning, I had amnesia and thought I had drug myself into the shower.
Turns out as my memory comes back, I awoke to a relative John sleeping near me, and another relative Theodore snoring in the next room.
As soon as I awoke John screamed for Ted.
Ted came in and drug me out of bed into the shower.
They hazed me until I sat stunned.
I went back to sleep after they left forgetting everything.
When I reawake, I rushed to the shower to go to an appointment for a petition my dad had filed against me for saying someone was messing with over and over that month. There had been prior creeping around in my room and it was driving me insane.
I had bruises in the shower and blood coming out of me.
When I went to therapy, I said what had happened and they sent me to MSU Survivor center.
Wonderful people.
The case took forever with me waiting out of fear Ted would retaliate once I remember bits of what had happened.
There was also writing on the wall from the event. Theodore had scribbled something about being a prick and having a last will in testament.
Something tells me he knows he is going to hell.
Even he knows he deserves it.
The rape kit was unconclusive minus bruising and discoloration from rubbing.
When I finally talked to the cop on the case, he said there was not enough evidence to go on, and warned he press false charges crimes against me if there was not sufficient evidence.
I was aghast and sat thinking, you just told me there was not enough and I had bruises on my legs.
I thought, "I have no choices."
Now I just plan to move south and avoid what I can.
The details were not remembered in time, and they closed the case due to the double shower not leaving much DNA.
I will survive, and so will what I remember now that I do.
There is a way to solve rape, and end what this is. A revitalization of nature and "the run" some beings must go on together to feel invigorating passion. It cleanses what this society pens in.
I will need a whole extra part of this to describe "The Run" properly.
Read it after this.
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