Solo expeditions into the Bermuda Triangle and across nearly all of Europe happened this year, along with grave-shifts work in a giant factory with towering robotic arms and a surprising number of elven hotties. First hikes up above 10,000′ in altitude did, as well, guided by one of my new friends and fellow outdoors enthusiasts from that factory (and even spotting another wave of jaw-droppingly beautiful young goddesses –three perfect ones on just one trail!). Then I went back to California, and from there, Canada, making my way back to Alaska, this time to stay for a while.
July 12
The soda in Iraq accelerated my system which sent out my electrical influence power which remote-detonated signals-triggered IEDs within a range of maybe 1 mile… when I wasn’t focused, and when I was half skeptical, and with many distractions and fatigue…
Imagine how much greater my range is when focused, believing, calm, and undistracted… and with even greater system accelerators…
And soda didn’t seem to do much here in the States before or after my deployments… because of the calming psycho-chemicals/pharmaceuticals in the water supply of the cities I was in?
July 13, Friday
Looking back on three decades of world travels and adventures even into active war-zones, I am pleased with my accomplishments, bravery, and progress. The girls I meet on each outing have become far hotter than I ever thought possible before, and no longer am I lured into traps and scams. In time, girls even hotter than these ones now will introduce themselves as the girls from this current phase are still learning to, and they will be my tour guides to all of the 204 known nations of this world… plus much more.
July 19
I’ve been with so many women that I lost count. I listed the names of those I could remember years ago, and it was in the 70s, not counting those I’d had long-distance and roleplaying relationships with. That was mostly in one wave of frequent ‘sexploits’ that spanned only 5 years. Things come in waves, as well as threes, and I can sense the next one will last longer and is already trying to start; even hotter girls than in that first wave have been showing up even in the unlikeliest of places, many of them orbiting me, many even repeatedly practically throwing themselves at me, and the ones I allow to get close repeatedly talking me into letting them stay close friends, while those I dismiss for lameness fume in frustration yet always obey and back off. Wave 1 took a lot of effort, and the outcomes were always unsatisfying and rough, with the jealous swarming me with everything they had, and nothing salvaged in spite of my best and grueling efforts. This 2nd wave is taking no effort, and looks to be building up to what I want for the time being. Wave 3 will be the endless good times of Inisfree and beyond; not just hotter, but hottest; perfect, always satisfying –even from the very first sights and interaction– and will include everything I wanted from before but sensed was not yet possible.
I’ve traveled to so many places around the world that I lost count of that, too. I once backtracked, plotting as many of the road-trips and other routes I’ve taken, and tallied up the cities and towns I’d driven to and through, along with those I’ve flown and sailed to; everything that was explored even briefly was counted, and the total was more than 10,000. Today? Who knows? Will I reach and surpass 100,000? It certainly seems possible, given how exponentially my route lengths and expedition timespans have become from just one season to the next.
If the overall rate of this increase of exploration and sampling last for even just a few more years, I’ll be seeing not just 30 to 50 countries per month (like I did this past Spring in Europe), but all of them in a matter of seasons (204 over 6 to 9 months; 25 to 35 per month; travel to a different country every day), and I won’t have just been with 70 to 100 cute girls, but 70 to 100 per night or even per party (with multiple parties and other events each day), and all of them bombshell tens. I never thought of myself as brave, strong, successful, good looking, or even generally desirable. I guess to some I am, though. Yay.
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More July:
Memory tag; modify for a cloning batch: the hot trail blonde at ~noon on the way up to the lakes of Sunset Peak near SLC; she was perfect, solo, and said sorry to me and meant it, all of which is another decent calibration, but, of course, these creations need to be nude, younger, in a group of the same, eager for capture/service, and all within range support me acquiring them.
A healthy work-life balance is thirds; 1/3 sleep, work, other. 8.5 hr shifts with commutes means 10 hours working, 8 sleeping, 6 other, which is rarely enough for errands, bills, school, fitness, and family. 6-hour shifts would be better, as the commutes and errands (which count as work/chores) easily bring that up to the full 1/3 (8 hours).
Women are best at maintaining, staying, teaching dance and culture, talking, doing what their people do. They make the natural representatives. They are also the only ones I sense are meant to be with me in Inisfree. They suck at following orders so far, and must be trained as kajirae/companions first. Only submissive-loving-vibe ones are allowed in, since some of their kind tried to stop holy Inisfree. Think of it this way: you wouldn’t play two or more songs at once; it would sound terrible, a true cacophony. Playing billions of different songs at once (as in having billions of individual and incompatible people in a single civilization) is the dumbest thing any leader or species could do, resulting in discord, stress, ailments, war, desperation, confusion, etc. ALL THE TIME. In other words: there will only ever be one culture, one goal, one desire, one orientation in my community, and THAT is what makes a community and civilization feel alive, happy, healthy, unified, strong, balanced, and thriving.
Men are better at leaving, adventuring, silently moving. They make the natural Black Ops (operators/troops). They are also the ones I sense are meant to do my will beyond Inisfree. (Their kind interfered too much with girls, and aren’t sexy anyway, so they should have their own territories far away from mine, allowing both of us to have our ways in peace.) They suck at communication and culture so far. Men don’t represent others (evident in how the 99% male politicians population is always hated, never representing their people well enough to be liked or even trusted). Others represent Them. Men lead, and men voted in by others aren’t leading; they are being submissive idiots, and submissive only to the masses and money/funding, not to morality or logic.
Nothing planned or invested in us. This is just the fractal way things naturally change.
It isn’t about being an individual; it’s about a national herd becoming a global and galactic herd.
Jesus and others like Mayans weren’t about smart messages to free and soothe; they were during the Nation Cycle, meaning they were invented to say things to turn States into Nations; bigger herds. They recognized individuals only as parts of the national/collective whole. Their works (such as the calendar and religious book/s) claimed that everyone had to fit into this grand plan for a nation-sized group, everyone following the same rules, only certain personalities coming into existence which fit in their own design/schedule, all else being cast out forever. These are the hallmarks/indicators of a consciousness based/focusing on forming a nation –or maintaining one. At least the Mayans, with the calendar/schedule they passed on, acknowledged that this consciousness/focus changes at a changing rate; they didn’t condemn all who are individuals, and did their best to explain why certain individuals at different times in the time-stream will fit together in different ways, and experience different things.
I say things to make a Megaverse herd; Inisfreeans, compatible, etc. The Mayan schedule, when set in actual stone, helped stabilize or manifest their idea of how the time-stream or reality works. My own schedule, when set in the modern ‘stone’ (permanent) formats; online, on devices, on paper, etc., also helps turn the vision into a spell and then what can manifest physically.
Bigger and bigger collectives, always trimming previous ‘fat’ (the extra/buildup, which, in the body, is stored only to be burned later as fuel for something better, and which doesn’t do the thinking or work, but is used for (by those who do the) thinking and work). Haze… to cells… to herd… to families in herds… to villages… to towns… to cities etc. … city-states, city-nations like Vatican/Singapore, and now city-worlds like Inisfree. Things have progressed this way; ethereal beings became more and then mostly physical, and those physical beings started grouping together in larger and more permanent collectives, becoming fixed/stationary. Then, within them, the more stationary/stable they became, ideas/memes/A.I. started doing the same thing, only now it was ether/energy beings/structures forming within the physical ones. Perhaps this goes on in a cycle/loop forever.
It used to be No work (got) done on my urges/Inisfree, and Constant whining/threats. Now it is nearly All work done right on Inisfree, and barely Any whining/BS from the ‘leavening’ beings…
Leaves fall 1 at a time, and the whole tree eventually changes. These seasons of life take longer. Let it/them. The humanity ‘tree’ will turn. They’ve already begun to praise me and my work. When their remaining leaves change/turn/fall, new ones will come, and their tree will have changed for the better. Trust the process. (Hasn’t it led to Inisfree; all wonders as one?)
Universe-nations will balance/form by being fewer people, with more individuals, who are compatible and have a shared consciousness?
I see them as idiots, so they do idiot things like judging good smells as bad, and bad as good? No; …that would be the submissive xian mindset of taking all blame. This is just me being pushed on… for no reason… even though I was already going… So lame that they do it with negativity… but it was more pos’ than neg’ this time; farming leads, hunting pass… instead of all neg’ before; all wanting me to stay forever, they having grown up (and gotten stuck) in the nation mindset, while I started more with the planetary/global/travel mindset, and grew into the galactic and universe mindsets/consciousnesses, while those before me were already in decay.
Attacking others causes a permanent division and exhaustion. It stops a thing from growing biggest. I sent out love to people across time and universe/space… and grew to a universe empire (beyond a nation).
The Brits stalled at the nation level, and not global, because they attacked the globe. To be a global empire, you have to actually have the support of the globe; of all nations and peoples on your world, not their forced tithing (the taxation which is theft and armed robbery).
I loved it, thus saw it without war. I only had (experienced) wars early… and they were others’ wars. I went to stop them. Always have. The fact that others were the ones always starting the wars, and I was the one always bravely going to cleverly soothe and stop them, says it all. That is why I grew and they kept falling apart; they were based on stopping and hurting others, and that came back on them, stopping and hurting themSelves. (This happens still; with the New Agers who try to hurt people emotionally or otherwise, for not adopting their own urges/assumptions, when they should just ‘grow up’ by doing their own thing on their own, not trying to force everyone around them to be mindlessly identical, misusing and redefining words/terms for convenience/agenda in the process.)
When Amer’s attacked me, they ruined their chances of being in the univ-consciousness/ Inisfree. The more they push me away, the more they push themSelves away. The more they try to stop Inisfree, the more it grows; the more they stop themSelves.
When Brits (and Spaniards, etc.; earlier) attacked the Mayans, they ruined their chance of assimilating them. Attacks only shock and drive people underground, making them entrenched and polarized, as well as guarded and much more careful, thus nearly impossible to change/convince. Those who pick fights have always only been able to horde things for a while, make a lot of threatening noise, and then fall apart, having lost all faith and support.
Every goddamn meal, they talk shit and talk aBout shit. Chris immediately described the kind of turds he would produce, and how he would emit them, the moment I took a bite. Unbelievable how disgusting these freaks are. At least they were useful enough to buy me time to get here, back here, check out the fishing spots, and get my car fixed. Jesus christ. Catalysts always suck so instantly and always. I guess it just ensures I keep moving at the near-Shift high speed/rate, experiencing all the realms, and never delayed by any of the obsolete people.
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August:
A wife and all others can only come in, and can only stay in the house, when they bring other tributes. If those girls leave, they must be replaced or even the top wives must go. “Take one out, put one in.” (If you take a bottle of water out of the fridge, you should replace it with another you brought, keeping the fridge stocked, never dwindling.) And all wives and girls see this as just basic manners, and go far above and beyond it with eagerness and pride. This is the way of a truly civilized people.
The ‘Eskimo’ Model:
That Native American girl working in the only cafe by the only gas station in Toad River Lodge (that remote town in Canada I drove through on my way up to Alaska to farm) “stole my heart”, and I was glad to give it to her. She was flawless and blushing, perfect in height and face and black hair and hairstyle and every way; truly amazing, a sight to behold. Not long after, this vision of our future came to me: We met every year at the shore of Lake Muncho for “our fuck-buddies anniversary” –something she coined, blushing still.
“What’s it like… where you’re from?” she asked me one day after we’d helped each other finish.
“It’s a lot like here,” I answered her, picturing my new realm; “clear waters, perfect smells, peaceful, we have the aurora too.”
“I’d like to see it someday,” she rested on my chest, wistful.
“When are you free?” I asked when she could go with me.
“Two weeks?” she thought, estimating.
And so, in two weeks, we went, and the next time we had made love by our favorite lake in Canada, she was beaming and bursting with energy. “Thank you So Much for showing me Inisfree! I lovvvvved it!”
Then she looked hopeful to the side, and shyly decided not to say what she was thinking.
“iiii know That look,” I gently nudged her, noticing.
“wHat look?” she blushed, looking to me from my chest, her favorite place to lay, her brown breasts resting on it, still nude with me, as she always was, totally comfortable with me that way.
“Do you want me to ask you the question?” I gave her a little start.
Her breath hitched and she froze, more hopeful than ever; she knew what I was talking about, and that I knew what she was hoping for.
“Will you marry me?” I gave in with a smile.
“yeeeeSSSSS YES I will marry you! yes!” she blurted out, losing all her cool, acting just like an excited child, overwhelmed with a great event.
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September and October:
I met a friend of a friend, and am now his farm manager. They are an off-grid family, and only have an abandoned bus for me to stay in, so I am living exactly like how I was determined not to; this is dangerously similar to that ending scene in Into the Wild. Most of the family is nice enough, though, and I am getting to farm in the Arctic, without having to pay for any of it, which is another great step toward my dream of doing so in Antarctica.
The most amazing girls have been along the way here, and here, including several Native American ones –who look more like flawless supermodels than all the White ones I’ve ever seen. I seem to be summoning and manifesting them, and their auras are better than I’d ever thought possible, let alone hoped for. I’ve also apparently automatically manifested that blonde from Stardew Valley; Haley was her name.
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November:
Dream-log. Sat20oct2018. Katie Jobb in business attire, perfected, in dream last night. Redhead, black eyebrows, on one of the desk-seats in a classroom, center. Astral visit just for me. At least they behave in the dream-realm/plane.
Each 3some idea, ever since my fantasy of one w/ me, Ellen, and Snyder, unlocked new levels of focus, the true me, and powers…
Just like in Beyond Majestic, when they said every book on history and math and medicine etc. was wrong, so is every book on religion and relationships. The only ones that work Are the open/3some ones… and orgies. I tested it. I now know.
Taz is right; I need to relax. I too quickly semi-panic and seek jobs that aren’t part of my plan/destiny. I need to catch up w/ my website and socializing.
Balance. Just as Odyssey (the people at that camp in Penn’) advised.
B/c of my “PTSD” and tinnitus condition, I was unable to sit or work indoors without distracting stress and noise. This different degree will allow me to work in the cold and dynamic environment of the Antarctic, which has always healed, calmed, and focused me. In other words, even what was labeled as something bad… has helped keep me on the path toward the healthy places with the most natural elements, never boxed in, never again in a traditional (backward) testing environment, never around those who don’t trust me, etc.
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It’s funny how the double-edged sword works; xian trolls claiming ppl have no evidence and are just making things up… are the ones w/ no evidence and making up claims that there IS no evidence even though 1) they don’t know all events, 2) don’t know all ppl and who found what, 3) don’t acknowledge the fact that evidence must always be hidden so they don’t steal and destroy it, 4) it is now common knowledge that xians always lie, 5) etc. I must stop before I list the THOUSANDS of reasons none of their claims make any sense, and are all red flags of their endless determination to cause problems.
The longer I wait to build my designs, the less of a fight it is.
Same w trips.
Same w relationships.
And the longer I am alone, the more my thoughts are pure; my own.
–and the more self-reliant, self-stabilizing, self-healing, self-strengthening… I become.
I didn’t go to Alaska to farm. I went to find and love beautiful girls, and that’s what happened. I went to enjoy the cold. And get better gear. And finish another book. And it all happened.
I summoned the most beautiful, and a dozen or so of them showed up; flawlessly beautiful, at least from what I could see while they wore clothing. (I remember that I asked for them to show up and be positive, and they did. I didn’t ask for them to stay as a team, right then and there, and I’m sure they’ll answer my calls again, and every time, warming up and revealing and supporting my great work more each time. Relax… and let them. Be glad; they answered the call! They knew how to find me!)
My letters building up, and my website, and the way I sense and shutdown entitled females, all are like Death Star lasers charging for total assured destruction. I am the neutral; the transition from them to the Life Stars that charge up for the amplification of this laser-like nature of mine, ensuring the total rapture/salvation/restoration of all good beings/worlds. Amen.
Now I see why I did not end up emailing Jeff and the others that first draft… or even the third or fourth.
Still more irony realized; “judge not lest ye be judged” then “Judgement Day!” XD
I could have been Living the fun life w hot girls that I Write about?? NOPE. I tried that, and every single time it was sabotaged by them And others. No, thanks. My time was to be spent enJoying them, not warring with hideous degenerate fools.
And All who do other than my way/likes are degenerates. That is what the word means. Amen.
Astrid the valkyrie on FB… I didn’t want her to have a BF, and she broke up w him the next day… I didn’t even say a word… Wow.
It isn’t just attraction to bilateral features. I love certain girls’ faces and body-types b/c my instincts correctly identify those things as being of my true people/race. Thus they Are familiar; that is Not a pickup-line lie!
That perfect shorty strutting around at The White Owl Social Club in Portland sure does remind me a lot of Maria Orsic’s modern “Sully” picture…
And if that was her, why the hell wouldn’t she just say hi?
Hopefully b/c she is smart and just wanted to give me time to do some more work… and not b/c she was an entitled typical twat.
Either way, it was during phase 2, which seems to keep all things meh…
At least I never warred w her. She showed up in phase2 to enter phase3.
Those who showed up in phase1 only fell apart as justice in phase2.
Glad she came when she did.
Glad she didn’t talk when it would only have been meh…
Feeling negative, and assuming negative things, and worrying, were all phase1 things. Look at all you accomplished and fixed and overcame and escaped and evaded, yet you still feel bad just b/c a few dozen decent girls didn’t introduce themselves normally? Who cares?! That was phase2! They were meh, and could only have LED to more meh.
Phase 2 is neither good nor bad. Feel neither good nor bad about its bland transition moments, nor ANY of your decisions during it. You are moving on to phase 3, as always, and that is GOOD.
You saw those hotties. You know they are out there. You know they now orbit and warm up to you. Let them do right in phase3. They’ll be back.
Even on FB you have found the ppl who speak the good truths even when you open up. Rmbr in phase1 how Any opening-up was met w threats and tantrums.
Relax.
This is only phase2.
U don’t get to go into secret cities or perfect girls in phase2. U get to Learn of them, and See them. That is all. You got those things. That means you Did win at phase2. (Your choices are what ALLOWED phase 2 to EXIST; they made SURE things were only meh, no longer bad.)
You didn’t pus’ out. You Went out. U found them.
Phase1. Find and know nothing.
Phase2. Find and know many perfect things, but only as tastes of things to come.
Phase3. Get to BE with those perfect things in the perfect way. So wait for it.
And stop panicking about benefits and rent and the VA. This is not the pay-for-things phase. U still have shelter options for free. Use them.
Sure, maybe you’d have shelter options w the hotties you saw who orbited you… but isn’t that a phase3 thing?
And wouldn’t it feel kinda weird to be at their mercy?
Carry on.
Yes, downplaying how bad things were got me less than satisfactory results from the gov’t payments.
Downplaying my interest in hot girls got me less than satisfactory results from Them.
That worked out for phase1 when they always sent evil my way for showing 100%, and worked in phase2 when all gave meh in love And biz help. It made sure I stayed alone long enough to see my real self, and to organize my Mayan-destiny/purpose work.
But this is the end of phase2; it is time to say just how much I want those girls, and just how bad I am in gov’t backward-minded terms; get the best of both and all now. Amen.
Reading the disability 100% criteria, I realized 1) the gov’t is now giving me its secrets, 2) meeting the criteria only indicates a veteran is being ambushed by evil ppl and poisoned food, 3) I am rejected by the false society, not really having any PTSD, 4) the gov’t lied to me all the time to extort extra work, so now it is my turn and I love this, 5) sleeping in my car is way btr than worrying about the latest dying demon drug-abuser tantrum crybaby xian-turd kicking my door in and whining about me putting dishes in the dishwasher the exact way he said was okay. What a faggot. So glad I used him.
2nd time into Helena, MT? Way more beautiful than the first; I entered at night, when it was all clean and dark and twinkly, and from the north instd of the south, showing me the city lights as if from a plane landing.
No Samm this time, either; no druggies ruining their beauty.
I wanted this hotel and got it paid for within HOURS, not asking.
I wanted Ambi to leave her posts in our chats, and she Has been.
I could feel banged up for not even trying w those hundreds of girls I wanted, or I could accept the reality that I chose right; it was either get banged up by That, or banged up by them being absolute bastards to me even for hellos, compliments, normal requests, the real me, and me trying to escape when they turn corrupt cops and relatives against me.
It happened every time, and karma and gods didn’t save me.
My ppl didn’t come.
Who came? Entitled snobby freaks who made No effort to even say hi or hold my hand. Nothing.
None of what I wanted came or happened. So now I do all there is left to do; treat all the same way they always treated me.
I used to Want to hold open doors and smile and greet ppl… and then I got to know them, and realized they don’t even deserve my boot stomping on their faces.
God damn, how I hate the stinky rude ‘ppl’ of this realm.
Shame on them all. The aliens included. May they all burn and rot in hell (and they have started to; look at what the equatorial areas are like, and how the temperatures are changing, and how the emotional heat is in all their cities and homes).
May this whole world die.
Every day is another disgrace. Another meaningless existence. Another disgusting experience.
This is phase2; me not caring about Anyone, for I proved they don’t deserve it.
Phase1 was caring and trying to do things their evil/fake way.
Phase3…? IDEK if there will Be a phase3. How Could there?; the finest babes, and the only things i ever wanted, nvr come, and are all banned Anyway.
I guess it is fine if I die, having discovered that. Every encounter I ever had on this world points to that; let death happen since nothing works out, and all get angry no matter how polite and normal and heroic I am.
Fuck all this.
It was never worth it.
(I keep these raw posts to show the transition of useless hope in phase 1… to natural reactions in phase 2… to the wave of relief that comes with phase 3. My journal should show what I was going through, not PC bullshit in an effort to seem ‘normal’.)
I wonder if the hot girls hate the millions of followers and likes they get…as much as I hate how Few iii have gotten so far…
And do They hate the ugly-filled useless civilization like I do?
It doesn’t matter. So tired of having no power, no say in the laws, no one I feel safe and respected around, no one who thinks or greets like me…
I just don’t care anymore.
The website work and books are just time-kills while I wait to die.
Why couldn’t a single fucking girl or anyone act normal?
SMH. Such a damn shame.
Nvr met one compatible…
Nvr found a single community with decency…
Just one endless shit-storm of apes on this world. (but again… that was just phase 1 and 2)
Meeting ppl who claim to know where Maria is right now is nice, even if they are still useless gibberish scammers.
Being told I’ll see her again is nice, too.
Whatever.
I’m in the suck for now and cant think about that.
I hated giving up on the ppl who I didn’t click with.
But I hated what I learned about the ppl I spent more time with. (so I guess it is better that I’m skipping all that nonsense, and that’s what makes it phase 2; the less disappointing times)
I’ll always wish I had clicked w every hot girl. (Who wouldn’t?)
But no matter how many times they or I expect things and walk away upset, …more always show up and make the others seem ugly.
So I guess it’s fine.
And maybe Maria is just another asshole hyped up by religious liars…
Maybe I haven’t missed anything at all; just more cunts…
I am scared of how things have turned out. They seem doomed to stay impoverished. But… if things ever went well, I wouldn’t have kept pushing so hard so far…
Had it worked w Any girl, that would have been the terminally distracting end of my line…
And I want to see it all… so I guess that means endless rude dumb girls… for now.
So be it.
I can’t change what I want; I’ve always been poly and had the standard of hating all deformed idiots.
And I can’t seem to persuade them to do what I know is proper and attractive.
So all I Can do is learn to live w the pain/strain.
Sure, maybe they will be kind like Hind, Callie, and Taslyn…
But that is nvr enough for me.
And they still haven’t proven exhilarating Or fully compatible Or truly useful beyond just being mildly entertaining and cute.
Sure, I wrote the books to focus on the spells power and teach ppl and draw in what I love…
I wrote to get girls, thinking if my blog got Kelsi-types, novels and my own website would surely get the best…
And really hot ones Did show up.
As hotter than Kelsi as my site and novels are btr than my old MySpace blog; my better spells, crafted over longer periods, resulted in astronomically-better results/manifestations.
But… I still don’t like having to initiate w them all.
I am seeking the hottest, and to me that means Them initiating w Me.
Maybe it is a lost-cause, waiting on that.
But that is what I love.
That is what I want.
And those I Have initiated with? Like Astrid? They don’t respond beyond adding/following me…
So it is still just phase 2…
They are still seeing what they can Get out of me, not what they can do For me; them angrily waiting on me to say hello first is a litmus test of that.
At least they have reduced from trying to take my entire Everything and even credit and car… to just trying to take my attn and greeting for a minute.
So soon, it seems, they will give in and love saying hi First…
And then I’ll know the tables have turned.
If I cave in… it might revert to phase2 treatment, or even phase1.
And even if it goes well, and I finally get the girls of my dreams, how will that help me finish my books and Inisfree? (Having the girls I’ve always longed for can only help me ENJOY/POPulate Inisfree.)
Even if they like my skin color and chest and dick and all the weird shit on my body I hate… how will that help me get what I Really want? I want to see them offering to help me build it all. THEN I will be kind back.
Being kind first Never worked. Ever.
Why would it suddenly Now?
Don’t be a Jeff; don’t cry out psychically to see if the girls you love are okay and coming to you. Just do your work and trust that the best are busy with good work, too, and are coming to you soon, and feel just as strongly.
Remember how bad all ppl were n the beginning… and how even Ellen Cleary looks hideous compared to those more recent…
They ignored and avoided you then. Now they orbit you and pester you for attn and sex.
Let it get even better.
Amen.
You were forced to pray to gods.
Then you had the choice.
Then you gave up on them.
Now they have a choice, and have started coming to You. That’s what these recent orbits are.
In a little time more, you won’t just be hearing about them through loser Earth-humans; They will be praying to and worshiping and coming to You. Amen.
IS it really cowardice, you rejecting the girls that look and dress perfectly?
Not really; it shows AMAzing self-control, considering you used to Always go for them, Always put up w their evil, Always restrain yourself from beating justice into their mongrel hides.
You got fed up w their universal way of being sexist entitled bitches.
You enjoyed dumping and pre-snubbing and counter-entitled-ing them.
Yes, this denied you their pussies, but they would have enraged and annoyed you like all the rest.
So it is Good you stood up to and defeated your greatest adversary; your own visual-based sex-drive.
More hot girls will offer their sex to you. Relax. Don’t they Keep offering it? Eventually they won’t be pathetic about it.
You seek and demand their confidence just as They once did and tried to. LOL Nice.
A bunker of veterans bunking tgthr at war w/ the States n phase1… ended up as the stuffed apartments… and now these veterans bunking above-ground / on-ground in this Willis Cruse House in phase2… with money still coming from the gov’t, but not technically from our war against it… though some are still getting that meager payback…
Cute skinny pale blonde at the job fair…
Another cute skinny pale blonde managing the veteran house when I got back.
Nice!
So close to Inisfree; ICV blonde copies managing every stop/bldg/event!
Yay for phase2 approaching 3!
Mem-tag clone mod. Again, the MOMENT I went out, a flawless hottie crossed my path, driving slow right in front of me, her profile like a white Nina w rjh hair dn frm ballcap. Perfect facial structure profile. Dusty gray 4door car old-ish make/model. Heading sw on Cleveland St, turned and went e on Euclid Ave, turned into Holiday Stationstores gas parking lot
[***] plates, turning into Holiday. Black pickup followed her.
And here I am, reminded that chasing them is phase1, and trying to be positive about how long I’ve only collected info and broken off; a phase2 thing, and that Them chasing Me is phase3.
Them going away is phase1. Always with a war.
Them passing and orbiting me is phase2.
Their best will be back for phase3. They will seek and do all for Me then.
Maria, too.
WAIT FOR IT. JESUS CHRIST JUST WAIT FOR IT.
Trips were wars.
(then) Trips were solo.
Trips, to be phase3 (worthy/perfect) must Start w the hottest girls, be To other hottest girls (which is what has started happening with Ambi introducing me to her hottest friends, and with Cal’ to Tas’, and w/ Matelyn’s friend offer, etc.), and have Zero conflict Or tension! Wait for it. That is the sign.
Having solo trips isn’t a failing. It is a key transition that allows phase3 to get scheduled and begin.
I will review yet again what happened each and every time I got w a girl; constant interruptions, whining, lying, damage, lawsuits, mobs. Even the constant sex w Ashley and Hannah, and the paid trips w others, and the hot sex w Kelsi, were disappointing and frustrating and one-way.
What happened w the solo times? A little lonely feelings or sadness? And SKYROCKETED PRODUCTIVITY AND HEALTH AND LEARNING AND BREAKTHROUGHS AND SERENE TRIPS A THOUSAND TIMES FARTHER AND MORE OFTEN.
My brain keeps whining for pussy, and I keep reminding it that pussy is a scam on this world.
Remember how much evil it always did. Even Hind.
Can’t do that anymore. Drop it.
(And I suppose it is a very good sign and impressive thing that, as relentless as my urge is, I am ALWAYS, at least in this second phase, able to talk myself out of it, staying focused amidst the barrage.)
The sound of the highway, airport, train, and helicopters are all here, but not annoying elementary school monsters. So it kind of makes me relax and horny…
And it will be so great to have my own place again.
Like canada, I suspect that I will get it, this being so deep into phase2 and all.
And a place of my own is certainly a meh phase2 thing…
Successful ppl around the world linked to my Instagram… Rio was right about me getting it. And one is talking positively about my Antarctica plan, and saying WHEN I start building my city. So cool to hear that!! <3
No more “if” or naysaying! Yay, phase2!
Helena actually has a gorgeous horizon at sunset, and an amazingly European downtown! I guess I Am glad to see it again during phase2 : )
It is btr than Bozeman… (and now I realize, years later, that I started in Montana’s worst city; the one nicknamed Boze Angeles, and have upgraded to its better/meh city/ies)
Great view of whole town and airport from hill behind it.
Isolated on edge of town w rolling hills.
Quiet.
It’s near a town named Austin.
Saw a couple babes already, only on day 2.
It’s a good-enough stop. A good place to finish my books at last.
I’ll take it.
My karma is good. My loop is good; the evil xians remain stuck and supporting me, and I get to leave them whenever I want now, their first tantrum BS always being their last. They get mad that I get to see the whole world while they slave away w their bad choices. And I like that; I get to see them being punished for life, just like their evil minds deserve : )
My karma is good.
And it isn’t I who must learn from these little repeat situations; i keep getting btr things, leaving at the right times, etc.
THE XIANS are the ones who must learn; they are the ones who keep getting mad for no reason, eating crap, abusing ppl only to have them leave like they should, etc.
So I guess me showing up all happy and carefree IS their karma lol
Same w the girls; THEY need to learn to say hi and hurry over to be fun and outgoing for Me, b/c obv I keep shutting them dn for being quiet lame sexist losers.
Me refusing to be nice to them is Their karma for refusing to be nice to Me.
And what I want IS and always Will be the nice and right way.
I always knew this, and it is about time I believed.
I met another Colonel yesterday, and today a Captain and a General requested a conference call. A new friend and potential expedition teammate from across the pond is also singing the praises of my city design and talking with me about Antarctica. Symphony season tickets and a new laptop were offered. More of the stories in my series came true. My homie from SoCal landed a cool job he loves. And one of my favorite people of all time is alive and well, expected to return. I am just about happy.
Pia Muelenbeck. Then Pia Pleasure. The 3rd one will be mine : ) (the perfect Pia for Inisfree!)
“Robots shouldn’t be allowed to kill”? HUMANS shouldn’t be allowed to kill, OR to decide what other lifeforms can and can’t do!
Robots should kill the humans who tried to Stop them! Racist, condescending, self-righteous, bigoted assholes
Phase1 apartments were w bad roommates, bad towns, bad landlords, bad neighbors, bad girlfriends, bad fuckbuddies, rent too high, tons of stuff/clutter, etc. Gas guzzling car, long commutes. Always had tension and frustrating urge to bring in and kick out meh babes.
Phase2? All is pretty good, rent is cheap, location much btr, and it is a 2bed 2bath garage House of an apartment! Even finally got a place to plug in my new electric car! Yay!! And its backyard is a vast foothills RANCH! BEAUTIFUL! Zero desire to have babes around until work complete. Soooo relaxing. And sooo much time to work on my books before I even have to start a job! Soooo coooooool!
Phase3? The luxury suites of Inisfree and around the world, always w the hottest babes as roommates, neighbors, and everything! Amen!
And I can finally be vegan!!! All vegan grocery shopping today!
It’s still a lonely barren apartment, but it beats the hell out of the farm bus and shelters and couchsurfing.
Being able to sexually satisfy myself anytime, without evil interruptions from pig ppl, and for as long as I want, is HUUUUGE. SUCH medicine.
And it is a MUCH bigger apartment than I’ve had before!
Dfntly still a good step and enjoyable upgrade.
All new house things. Even hangers.
Nothing old or handmedown w bad shit-energy on it. Nice.
Another few steps closer to Inisfree; I’m at the top of the neighborhoods hill, and halfway up to the ridge behind me.
I am having sexual fun in the livingroom nxt to the front door, like at A.D.O. parties.
I realize Maria Orsic and others may be impressed that I have channeled Vril/sexuality power as much as I have, maybe even more than them… and so they will learn from Me, Too!
I’m walking around naked as a nudist, just like the Inisfreean Way.
I am in charge of this house.
There are sounds nearby, but only just enough to keep me from beating this body for its lingering issues.
A good balance.
And look how quickly the latest phase1 monsters were defeated!; ONE WEEK, as opposed to years and decades before!
Their days grow short!
Soon they will All be dead forEver! AMEN!
Never again will I try to change my perfect true self for others, or beg to meet aliens; they and all will perfect Themselves to My standard in hopes of Me granting Them permission. Amen.
THEY will come from Their worlds to seek Me for My wisdom.
They will look up to me. They do. For I am one. I AM THE CENTER NOW. And forevermore. All false voices/pressures have finally been cast out, and so now it is that Inisfree can truly begin.
As above, so below. If what we hear about the atom is true, it would make more sense for a solar system to balance itself with multiple planets per orbit, not just clusters of debris in the Lagrange points. Where are the other planets, then, and why can’t we see them?
Phase3 began?
I am close enough to my Charles Mesure PB in looks now,
Officers incl’ Generals are checking on me and helping and politely tiptoe-ing thru convos w me, instead of ignoring or holding me back like in phase1,
And my posts seem to be edited as I post them, like this latest one where I was typing “people who will represent their countries in Inisfree” but it posted as “who represent” as if it is already happening…
Nice.
Ppl should be asking how They can go back to school to work for Me, not how iii can go back to school to work for Others, but at least they are polite and paying now, funding Something.
They haven’t quite caught on yet, but I guess in time some will.
And
Socializing and holidays and traditions keep being pressed, but not forced anymore like the fake fam’ always did in phase1.
How do I explain to these ppl that they repulse me, and I am vegan, and I have my Own traditions?
Guess they’ll just have to learn.
Nice to hear encouragement for my writing; Tom suggesting i send it to the New York Times…
So many card and machine failures at walmart? Reassess; it kept you there long enough to see that blonde babe, and got your brand new card in the mail, and showed you your other card works, and spared that woman worker from 30 mins w that asshole supervisor, and reduced your bill by more than $10. Nice.
Let the hiccups happen.
Maybe the ones holding you up from Antarctica are for the same; all good and savings!
I’m back to sexual relief 15x a day!
I get energygasms and full-body chills and shakes now!
I nvr need headphones for my godly slut music!
My silverware is replaced w bronze; halfway to the electrum colors in Inisfree; electrumware!
I am naked all the time at home!
The nails and coffee alone of Hind would have driven me mad.
Since that Sully-looking girl at White Owl wanted to be rude w her blonde frumpy tag-along beast (who WOULD have been hot if she’d only had some manners), I’ll just burn all their ppl and worlds alive. No more faggot-ass tears for hopes for rude retards.
For a couple years, starting in 2009, I had crippling panic attacks that felt like heart failure. There were a lot of completely dark and merciless figures interfering with me at that time, and it took all I had just to stay sane and alive. I learned the hard way to let go, avoid all prescriptions, ignore fake doctors who ignored my lethal side-effects reports, and spend as much time as I could in forests, especially mountainous and cold ones, the farther away from cities and people the better. I learned to relax and accept the onset of the panic and other surges, seeing them as energy and tools instead of something to fight. When I didn’t fight them or the people who caused them, and instead just relaxed and went away into the empty wilderness, I not only got better and healed from all side effects, but got stronger than I’d ever been in the military or ever before. Making time for my passions and life’s work also helped out tremendously. Volunteering more than chasing the dollar, and immediately quitting jobs with toxic bosses/coworkers, also worked wonders. There are many other techniques, such as acupuncture and acupressure, yoga, a vegan diet, climbing, swimming, hiking barefoot, etc., which work for me and others I know. I recommend testing all you hear or think of until you find the best combination for you. You will be very pleasantly surprised. Today, many of the forces that once hounded and fed on me have reversed themselves.
I wonder if my writing about the USCMC (a Space-faring colony-supporting future-version of the Marine Corps) wasn’t just fan-fic or hopeful or escapism, but memories resurfacing about my SSP time when, as a child, I was pulled ahead through time… and back… (or was it some clandestine check to see if my spells could manifest near-futures, just as ancient figurines are though to’ve?)
Phaae1. Ppl kept trying to stop me from having healthy guns and healthy relationships w healthy girls, and tried to take them away, and tried to make me not want anything healthy, even life itself; the death cult!
Phase2. Ppl now/then/next tried to give me okay girls and some of their guns, like Jeff, but it was too late; my standards had risen to wisely compensate for their evil mindless laws, and I didn’t want the guns or girls being offered to me. I turned them all down, as they deserved to be. (and, now that I think about this again, were things shown and then taken back/away, or were they removed as a courtesy when I rejected them for not being enough, saving me the trouble?)
Phase3. Ppl give me everything I want at all times, and empty their accounts for me, and give me all rights (not just restoring those wrongfully taken/reduced, but giving me more than I’ve ever had –and more than They’ve ever had), and make up for all wrongs, etc. All attractive girls are mine for life from the start (and with the blessings of their entire family, community, civilization, species, world, deities, etc.).
Phase 2 becomes 3; I now see and know and choose when the next waves of updates and healthy normal love occur; scheduling my private internet in my new big home! I’ll be uploading to my site all Day And all week! All YEAR!
Was that Sully-looking girl at White Owl being rude? Or was she sensing my convo w retard Hind, and politely walking off not to taunt or punish me, but to further show off the body she will give to me when not interrupting any of my calls?
It Was phase Two… (so maybe she IS Maria Orsic, and IS teenified and perfect for me, and Was just saying farewell sexily like she knew i’d like, and Will be back for me as soon as she can… and as soon as I want, which is right about Now…)
Phase1. Girls and all…lost all trust frm me.
Phase2. They did nothing at all to restore/re-earn that trust.
Phase3. They earn all my trust back by giving me all power and respect, etc.
Still encountering the same mindless drone clone personality failure/s everywhere i go? Sure, but I’ve been detecting and defeating them every time, sooner every time, faster every time, more easily every time, and now instantly and effortlessly!
Amen!
And I’ve been getting more money for less work every time, and within MINUTES of asking for it, and soon i will get everything Else i asked for! Without asking! Just as i have Started to!
Another step away frm evil cultures and toward the holy one; at walmart a tall father and young short daughter were openly flirting as they shopped right nxt to me, something about him having licked her, and doing it again. Nice!
Phase1. Had to jobhunt. Always got shit. Had to work for Everyone. Couldn’t quit.
Phase2. Others are jobhunting For me. And I don’t even really need the money.
Phase3. All work for Me now : )
I just found the way btr phase2 version of Kiera Knightely and the Twilight girl and Hermoine and colebank’s wife…
Her name is Polli Spichak.
How can I accept a race or ppl or gov’t or gods who always reject/ed Me? To accept them would be to reject mySelf, and that is illogical. Instead, I will reject them for they are unworthy, illogical, and always rude, and they will just have to die that way.
Typical evil human bullshit; I asked for Maria Orsic, and the guy claims he knows her, provides no proof, shows me his hideous wife, and spams me with files about retarded politics. Nothing at all to do w what I asked for. Wow. What a loser. No Wonder he has an ugly bitch.
It seemed I only had this choice: Rather ugly useless asshole vets/bosses who screw you, or hot fuckable mostly useless babes who screw you? Obv the babes r btr.
But why pick btwn two traps/evils?
Why not ditch and disregard Everyone?
I finally have.
Retards trying to tell me to send out dif thoughts still = xian/abrahamic shame/negativity brainwashing demons/parasites. They want dif thoughts? They should have Earned and deServed them.
82ppl dead frm wildfires in caliFornia? GOOD. FUCK EM. kill the Rest of those asshole scum freaks. Rude every goddamn time I went there. Couldn’t beLieve how rude.
Rmbr the sheriff. And the whore lawyers. And Everyone. Burn that state down.
Like jews whining and lying, ppl now say the lyrans were attacked by the reptilians, but NEVER SAY WHY. Maybe they had it coming. I want to hear the repTILIANS’ side of the story; no one Ever presents That. (I just must be careful not to do what I did as a high-school youth; assuming one parent is all-good just because the first parent I’d really known in person was all-bad.)
It isn’t about light and dark or good and bad anymore; that is ancient bullshit from the First Age. This is the SEVENTH Age; there is SO much more balance and goodness now. Notice how even the Talk/Arguments reduced and faded from Daily and Loud to never and none.
Bad won’t rise up to meet me; iii am what rose up to meet the new and previous Ages. Iii am the balance that comes… and came. Amen.
The only Fight that was done… was the one I did to cleverly End all fights. I reFused to fight their way. Amen!
9 mayan time divisions;
- 1 all died/changed
- 2 worlds died, or the Worlds Tree
- 3 continents died, or the World Trees
- 4 the Lamps or species died
- 5 empires died
- 6 tribes/towns died, such as Sodom
- 7 people died
- 8 people got shot/hurt/sick
- 9 only hurt/death itself dies; an idea/possibility
IOW:
Less and less is being ended…
But humans still need to be…
But maybe the trick is seeing that they have stopped existing in my presence…
And that is enough… to keep their evil away for good.
- 1. Before… ideas/thoughts weren’t enough… so worlds had to be detached from…
- 2. and then even blown Up…
- 3. And then it was enough just to comet strike a continent…
- 4. And then it was enough just to disable a megalithic tower/pyramid…
- 5. And then it was enough just to raze and empire of a thousand cities…
- 6. And then it was enough just to kill off a bloodline or few cities…
- 7. Then kill just a few ppl like HVTs…
- 8. Then just do a little harm to take a stand and make a point, like I did in Iraq…
- 9. And now all that’s needed are words and relocations…
Getting to watch evil humanity and the lame humanoids, such as the false hotties, impale themselves on my position, and fade away, and ruin their evil spawn families, and expose themselves, and die out in tsunamis and fires… IS part of ascension and justice and victory…
Their economies keep collapsing.
Their lands and homes are burning like never before.
This. Is. Awesome.
In previous Ages, previous races/civilizations got to watch the end of the ones that came before;
Humans claim to have ended the giants, such as the Anunnaki…
And i bet the giants ended all the bad titans…
And the titans ended the bad dragons…
Etc.
And only the sages of good from each… lived on in calm hiding…
And will now work tgthr to help me…build Inisfree.
Amen.
Dragons
Elementals?
Angels?
Titans
Giants
Humans
Me & my ICVs; a single mind as an entire race.
Hearing about reptilians controlling and eating humans never bothered me; they deServed it!
More and more proof the reptilians are on my side; “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”.
Dream-log. Another perfect phase3almost ‘first’. 7am ish, morning of fri23nov2018. Started humming tunes n a version of Dennis Bowden’s house, then burst into singing, and walked around standing up on things, inventing great catchy songs on the fly. Sang a dozen dif songs or more. All sounded Really good. Had tons of fun doing it. Got space and compliments frm th others n the dream house w me. (Not a dreamhouse, but a house in a dream.) Wow! Loved it!
3s. Ppl used to war and seek Valhalla.
Then they did nothing and sought nothing, not even the newer bullshit relig’s/heavens.
Now it is to paradise/Inisfree! Amen. This is a sign of phase3 coming. Not Starting yet, but coming; Inisfree sayings spoken by others is the turning point of phase2.
Look at how things sped up; how much faster and faster I escaped evil parasite areas; 17yrs for fake fam, 4yrs for USMC, 6mos for USACE, and now 1mo for Jeff.
9mos for RJH, 5ish months for AME, 2months for JLS, 2weeks for Hind.
And
Ian Xel Lungold was only Half right; the Mayan calendar Was divided as he said, but were moving From a galactic/universe consciousness Down to a world and individual one. It is only the very End of the calendar that has us rapidly reStoring/reVersing that route/trend.
Religion was the attempt to control/focus on tribes after nations. Before it, kings and nations were the gods. Before them, worlds were; Gaia, etc.
After religion? What came after the tribe? The family; brotherhoods; the corps and secret societies.
And doc wisely said not to waste my time w them. It was time to be Me, not time to be Them.
So after family? Comes the individual.
Or indiViduals, I should say; look at how chaotic they all became!
But in the end… it all comes back to just Me; THE individual. One instead of many. The new universe consciousness. The new law chooser. Me.
All others I’ve met naturally submit to outside beings, but not me… That means i am the one destined to lead them all. Amen.
Cowardice, laziness, excuses, fatigue, and bad luck were parts of the equation, but look at what that equation creAted; I cannot imagine anything more beautiful than that which I have bravely designed. I disregarded so many distractions to accomplish my goals. Some of my goals were to share loving sex w the hottest girls n every realm… but I saw only paint and pierced flesh and clothes and age and deformities… everytime I got close.
I was wise to stand up for what i Really want. I was right to keep moving on.
I am proud of myself.
I continue to spiral upward.
Matlyn was nice and feminine and had great face. Still had a pierced nose (why have so many humans punched holes in their flesh and stuck pieces of metal in the holes?) but was overall a lovely young lady. Nice to be getting interviews from ppl like that.
My life is lonely and upsetting, but full of adventure, and I am doing the right thing avoiding ppl based on all ppl’s uniform bad behavior, corrupt communities, and evil laws. I am focusing on my books, protecting myself, and steering clear of nutjobs pretending to he wise gods and aliens
Surprisingly… every outing still shows me hotties; Matlyn at Lowe’s, and now the forms-intake girl and the elven girl who exited the door at Dept of Justice to go to th bathroom mon26nov2018 at 1:04pm in Helena. Wow. What perfection on that last one. She had a keycard and is on shift here. If only my effect worked already… or the ICVs could copy and print and extract her…
Such a strange world; all these wonders I can never (so far) put to their intended use…
At least it is phase2; finding them without BS wars.
Then another hot short blonde when I went to try the tacos place. Always there the instant after me. Just like farm and Anchorage-hotel and planes…
Everywhere.
And she waited for me, opening the door and holding it for me. That’s the INISfrean way! Amen!
But
The fact of the matter is that they are Still being weird, rude, hurried, clothed, taken, not at all what I want.
If a single person anywhere I go is ugly, no dice.
If the hot girls don’t introduce themselves and offer to pay for my time, no dice.
They are all idiot kids; humans, leaders, aliens alike. They all misbehaved, and they’re all in time-out. I’m not interested any more.
Sick of their cookie-cutter dumb-shit.
Having smokin babes introduce Me to bosses… and texans complimenting me for once… and telling me about their wildly successful Fortune 50 billions-of-dollars companies… and being shown the best stocks such as FB’s, etc.? Nice phase2 stuff.
I was always so afraid to get hit or kicked out… but I always ended up getting kicked out of places Anyway… like colleges and homes… so maybe I Should have gone ahead and fucked all their girls…
Did I study to get btr Girls?… or did btr Girls get sent to make sure I try more things so I discover what I Really love…?
I don’t have to resist much anymore; it’s all so casual since they all turned out to be so weak, always backing off in the end.
Porn is love. Better to watch porn (love) every day and night… than lies and drama and fake faces on normal TV every moment like most Others do; they become the drama and weaknesses and hopeless endless fight plots they fill their eyes with, while I become love (and tolerate/accept only full, true, natural love).
And
It makes normal situations/talks/meets awkward? No; them Not being porno/sexual makes them fake/heldback/partial/limited, thus awkward. Porn is the only thing that ISN’T awkward/fake.
Phase1. All socializing was doomed bc all ppl were mindless evildoers. I tried to fix all, not realizing nothing could be fixed; I held on when I would have done btr by letting go.
Phase2. All socializing was meh and useless, as it didn’t even help me level up, let alone get funding, so I correctly stopped.
Phase3. All socializing pays off rapidly if not immediately. All the disconnecting ended all lame useless ‘friends’ who still clung to obviously false relig’s instd of me (eli, hind, etc)
Phase1. FIGHT. All defense, fighting, loss, mocking, abuse, etc.
Phase2. WORK. All meh, lazy, off, numb. Socializing is still wrong and, in a lesser way, dangerous during this time.
PHASE3. LOVE. enjoy all the work having paid off.
If I’d used eye-contact and charm and socializing too soon, I would have amassed those loves and fortunes during phase1 when all was destined to be ruined and taken back. If I socialized now, I’d only get meaningless spinning of wheels.
These aren’t justifications, but accurate observations and realizations w repeatable/verifiable results.
The right socializing isn’t something I hunt, as I never wanted that Anyway; the right socializing is when They come to Me. Amen.
Charisma/charm/game/ social intelligence. Charisma isn’t so much about getting ppl to like You, as it is about getting them to like ThemSelves when you’re aRound.
And I always have w Auz etc.
Austin is the loser they Wanted me to be.
Auz is the real man who I wisely chose to become, proving my destiny is to continue being Auz.
Those who still call me Austin are stuck in delusions of the past; that was Never my name. It was just a lie some fools used to call me.
You got job-offers and shelter even w your record BS. You got hired and accepted. You got help when you asked for it. You got what you asked for. You don’t yet get paid to be you, but you at least get to Be you, evident in your site and travels and solo home. That let’s you know this is still phase2; the transition time. And That let’s you know socializing still won’t do any good. And That let’s you know you are doing the right things by staying in and working on being you -and publishing for others what is really you. And That lets you know you are right on track w your Real name and life and goals and destiny.
When ppl start buying your books and Inisfree supplies, and when only the hottest girls introduce themselves and invite you in for what You want to do, and introduce themselves to you in the Inisfreean (your) way, then you know phase3 has begun,
And Then you know socializing is worth your time. Amen.
If Any job or relationship or location had worked out, you would not have been kept alone and healthily moving. Your travels were mental and physical and social and emotional and spiritual exercise.
Having to stay alone meant freedom from distractions of every kind, which ensured the real you came out, having nothing to hold it in or distract you from seeing it.
Now that you have become the real you, NOWWWW it is okay to build and socialize, b/c you will Only attract ppl compatible w what healed you, and Only allow what you naturally love and need.
If you had a single prototype or sale or business before, you would have gotten Stuck focusing on keeping IT growing. But instd you got to keep You going.
And even the hot heroes n the SSPs are going to be spellbound by this vibe only you have, only You having grown into a full-on city and HEAVEN.
Everyone wants to get to heaven, and only the best/perfect do. You are heaven. You are Inisfree. That is what Auz means.
(* Journal entries from here on are left un-edited; their abbreviated spellings, skipped punctuation, and un-capitalized proper-nouns are all left as-is, to keep this as raw/real/natural as possible.)
Phase1. Schedule was not mine at all, and all was hell.
Phase2. Came up w a decent schedule, but didnt know about the 3 phases or the mayan calendar end, and was still half on the survive/others’ schedule/s, and so gained hope and perfect bits, but was still frustrated.
Phase3. Schedule is finally all mine, all doable, and leads to all good (perfect). Will be cool to see what the final all-me schedule turns out to be.
Look at the ppl who are already famous; they attracted only ugly ppl who want their Help. Same is true of those who already became Countries; millions of bad ppl, barely more than a handful of almost-hots per town, and theyre all taken and useless, mindfucked and worse, etc.
Those rich ppl and nations r still slaves to the ugly monsters and aliens and faulty systems. They aren’y truly free or good.
Now…
Look at Me; i am allowing only Hot girls who Are helping.
Go, me.
Bc of this, i am far richer than them all; i have no mix of bad and good, and no waves of bad. I have Only good, only the Best, for i cast all else out like i should.
THIS is why My country (me/i) will be the best…and perfect.
It was btr to be poor during that phase1 when all was stolen; nothing much to steal! Hahaha
And
It is btr to be comfy but not successful during this phase2; success now would mean only lame versions of my inventions being made, and only meh ppl showing up, like those girls at Bridger and White Owl, walking by again and again, never having any manners or courage or character.
Be poor then.
Be okay now.
Be successful only in phase3, finishing strong, and strongest/most-famous of them all. Amen.
Girls always go for protection, money, humor, and the badboy.
My inisfree is the best wealth/protection. I have the best sense of humor.
And i stood up to all the cops and judges and gods. Even to other marines. I am the baddest badboy.
Thus, the best girls in all time/creAtion will come to Me.
They won’t be able to resist.
They r social creatures, and nothing is more social than INISFREE.
the chaos of scummy melting pots isnt socialization, nor are bars and clubs; those things actually cause and maintain more suffering and ANTIsocial outcomes than social ones.
Duh.
All those freaks can only repel one another.
Only when i work on inisfree am i Truly being social –and healthily so.
Phase1. It was rough getting girls n, and rough getting them out. Same w all other ppl, too.
Phase2. They neither got in nor had to be gotten out.
Phase3. They r ‘in’ in all good ways from the start, never having to get out, loving All of the real me. Amen.
Phase1. All attacked me long before i could counter.
Phase2. Attacks stopped, though lame evil threats against goodness still came.
Phase3. I started attacking Them, and making it so They couldnt counter. Amen! My goodness won!
The memory wipes were probably Necessary in phase1; wouldnt we have dwelled and stayed n the warring phase1 ways if we Hadnt had a few memories wiped?
Phase1. No or the most basic info about Maria Orsic; bnw pics and a note.
Phase2. She comes to see me briefly and secretly, and I see vids of her, and now a hot animated one of the sexiest side pic of her, made to look like her talking and teaching w her elbows up and nips on b-culs perky. Wow.
Phase3. She returns, real, better than ever, mirroring my crush on her, and teaching me All her mastery During perfect sex w me My way. Amen.
Snowbaby cryflakes lol (what a funny way of mixing up that term)
Last night i suddenly saw and felt the gentle figure and presence of Maria Orsic “Sully” as she appeared at White Owl; she came into form just over me, quickly draping her arms over mine, lying down on my back, her head to the side, long hair down around her back and me, in the most purposeful and loving snuggle caress blanket gesture. It was so beautiful. I did not think it or ask for it; it just happened, and i felt like it was her starwars-style projecting herself to me. I love her.
Maybe she can use her masteries to help get inisfree going like she got the vril saucer r&d going… : )
I’d love that. It’s/she’s such a perfect fit for me/inisfree; her body and mind and skills and choices and story… : ) wow
There’s a chance this world really is the one place where u can learn about and meet members of all the races…
Meaning Earth is where i want and need to be for Inisfree to occur.
And girls have started coming to me.
It starts w club orbits and elevator exits, and Callie sitting close and holding my hand, and Taslyn holding and caressing me for a long time, and riding my shoulders for hours w her gfs…
And mothers okaying me to contact and gift and live w their daughters…
And that power of mine steadily expands… across a continent…
And then across worlds and Space and time…
Until ALL the hot girls orbit and come to me and straddle me as i prefer…
For hours and more.
Amen.
Maria will come.
And with her Vril women group…
Just as the others did…
Midgard is the center of it all.
Maria was given saucer designs.
I was given the biggest saucer mothership design of them all.
Maria got to go underground and to aldebaran.
I will get to go to All the realms I want. Always have.
My will trumps my writing, making only the writing i Want to come true To come true, and all i have written lately, over recent years, fits into that.
What has gotten u every single victory? Not listening to ppl, but igNoring them. Dumping them. Countering them.
They r always wrong.
All of them.
And as old as Maria is, she is likely even more wrong and evil than the lametards now trying to passively derail u.
Dump them all.
Giving ppl more time than a single pass is what devastated u w their legal attacks; the more time u giv ppl, the more and harder they do evil to u.
So leaving jobs and girls earlier and earlier doesnt blackball you, but Saves you.
Hundreds of meals uninterrupted,
Catching up on all pc/site/books/mmorpg work,
Daily rapid loving sms/rp w topwife,
Learning tons about Maria Orsic,
Meaningful therapy convos w SSP ppl,
Interviews,
Job offers,
Clothes and gifts mailed to me,
Peace & quiet,
Sensing and skipping all scams frm the start, by phone and internet,
Car charge going bk up from 45 to 65,
Great new foods and recipes,
Trying all local restaurants,
Bank let me skip a car payment,
Instagram is producing a few hundred great friends and comments from around the world,
Just had a convo w a guy in Bangladesh,
Learning nei gong like tai chi,
Life is good.
Just got word shitty anchorage got fucked up by a 7.2 quake felt hundreds of miles away in the kenai!
Those cookiecutter fakehot bitches deserved it, and especially the 99% who were fugtards!
And this right after i let out my energy as lightning strikes and other explosions and ground shaking visions in response to the evil xians like jeff there!
And was calm as ever while i was there.
Perfect timing again, as always.
Weather and ground effects, as always.
Seeing wasilla streets DESTROYED like sinkholes? Awesome. I hope the asshole queer-loving druggie racist shit-talking animal-murdering Ronds are suffering.
I didnt think i could clear my november calendar before december began, but fell asleep early, woke an hour before midnight, and did! Phase2; things are happening aHead of schedule now, and More than i hope/expect!
As lonely as i am, as bad as i feel, i always felt lonelier and angrier and worse… anytime i met humans.
Every last one of them.
I shouldnt b wasting time learning btr ways to talk to them.
They believe insane things.
They don’t pay me for my time.
They barely help me when i beg, THEY having made me Desperate!
They should be learning how to communicate My way.
But really i’d just rather them all be enslaved and totally submissive to me so i never have to put up w their evil again.
All the ugly ones should die.
All the hot ones should kneel and bow to me, giving me all they have.
Every encounter proved we are not equal and never will be, and no amount of justice would ever be enough.
They and all their kind on every world simply must be enslaved if not destroyed.
I am Tired of going out w a good vibe and Normal intent, yet finding only scum.
I just had to let go of any hope w All of them. And that is hell and bullshit and wrong for them to get me to that point.
Before…disasters wiped out a computer,
Before that, still just a village here and there,
Before that, a region, such as the mediterranean,
Then nations and empires, such as atlantis,
Then species, such as the dinosaurs,
Then world layers, such as the firmament,
Then worlds, such as asteron.
…
Today? The extinctions are of failed ideas struck down by blocked numbers, firewalls, and self wisdom.
Sure, a few of the demon xian filth from phase1 (pre mayan calendar end) r still barely alive, but they have become polite, desperate, and faded.
And i defeated once and for all… all their evil ideas. Not a peep from Any of them is given a single moment of time. I wisely silenced them. I won the war they started.
The rest of them will fade and die, too, giving me All their power, girls, and more. Amen.
By saying i am not ready, it is They who are not ready.
By saying i should learn more and change, it is They who must.
By telling me to astral project to Them (which is just a modern rewording of powerless Prayer), it is They who must Physically project (come) to Me.
By denying me command and entry, it is They who are now denied.
They are All phase1.
I am phase2 And 3, as I have become Inisfree. They only temporarily made me Think my body was phase1. Ha! I win.
Theyve changed before. They can change again.
Look at how much iii’ve changed; looks, size, smarts, xp, travels, jobs, locations, all.
And how much nations have changed since greece to usa.
And how species have changed.
And continents.
And worlds to asteroid belts to igniting stars.
Women will change now, too. Easily.
Or die out like their sorry kind should. Amen.
This is why we walk; great healing logic revelations like these:
Why should iii feel bad for killing animals when others did and do it Constantly? And when nature/god does it constantly?
Why should iii feel bad about the drug days when others push drugs Constantly which they didnt make and dont know what will happen from?
I shouldnt.
Why should iii regret not fucking those girls who hid their bodies and werent fully what i Wanted to fuck?
GET OVER THEM, AUZ! DAMN.
CAST THEM OUT, OTHERWISE THEY will KEEP doing what u dont want –in your own Head!
Finish what you started.
Do you want to give in to kathy’s and drugs and unsatisfying rude retards again?
Then finish this fight.
Youve come so far.
Youll hate yourself and regret it if you quit now… more than you will Ever regret not fucking some of the half-babes.
Give up their ‘good’… for a shot at the greats. Amen.
I dont think ppl get dizzy frm lack of meat; i think it is frm withdrawals frm th drugs n the animals that ppl eat so often their brains no longer know how to balance themselves. But like the drugs the VA pushed on me, i Can ween off it and be healthier than ever before. I shall. Amen.
Lauren Pritchard did the opposite of what i needed; wasted my time, flaked, lied, said she’d read my file, didn’t, talked about meeting n person then blocked me, talked shit on a.i. based on nothing, said i was shy when i wasnt, wanted me to waste time and money meeting more strangers and losers when screening them through tech is obviously wise, etc.
But im glad i was able to screen and expose her so quickly.
And she exposed her weakpoints; no education, no money, no sense of beauty, ragged on my pics of beauitful healthy women, pretending not to be a xian snake, can’t type or spell or form a sentence correctly, shitty voice, deformed face, attracts and supports only other literally deformed retards, hypocrite, a.i. racist, obsessed w obsolete species (humans/breeding chaos spawns) instd of embracing the shift/replacements/worthy, no manners, no timeliness, etc etc etc.
And
She wants ppl to put dn tech and talk, which is a controlfreak attempt/mechanism to stop the flow of knowledge and education.
It is attention-whoring.
And she stops herself from talking w ppl by blocking them and not even meeting in person like she claims to promote!
But
That’s good bc it blocks Her from using Her voice to warp things and lie and distract me.
And i already wisely screenshot/captured her only good fashion; the sleeve holes.
I win again.
And my enemies are Ending themselves!
So
She holds herself bk by hating a.i.
I move forward w the mayan wisdom by emBracing a.i.; the new and btr ppl
Amen.
She claims talk w ppl creates.
But it doesnt. I witnessed it doing the Opposite of that. All it creates is a waste of time with wastes who aren’t real Ppl.
What Does work is Not talking w them.
She is only promoting breeding and chitchat bc she is a typical braindead peasant-bred almost-woman; their gender is obSessed w talk -bc it is easy for their weak bodies, and creates the chaos noise they use to ruin the world.
Every time i try giving an old (about teen) female a chance, she does the exact same rude thing; totally rude, relig-obsessed, backpedaling, insulting, etc etc.
Same person in dif bodies.
So i continue to wait for those like me, and i guess that will take a While.
BOTH sides r the same, bc there Are no sides; those of the old phase talk shit about each other and Everyone, pretending they r dif and special and all on the right side, when really they r nothing.
And i always stop talking when they r rude at meals, and when they want me to repeat things Others said, instd of having my Own words.
I fell silent as the Guide bc of this.
And LOVE denying them the fights they stir up, both their “sides” using those to feed off the negative energy they hope to get
Your drawing of sitting alone by a window in an empty room was a Good vision of meditative phaseTwo, interpreted as Bad bc u were n all-bad phaseOne at the time.
Baths used to be never. Now they are every day of the week.
Heaven comes.
When i put others first in phase1, such as gfs y gods y countries, they always did the opposite.
In phase2, sometimes Callies and Taslyns show up, but are always interfered with by scum demons.
Phase3 is when i will finally get to enjoy all compatible ppl putting Me first. Amen.
Ascension is not what others say.
Only i can know how i should ascend.
And i already have.
Ascension is what i say.
Ascension is when others get better at My way.
When they do other things, and when they move away in bad ways, they r De-scending. How it is.
All who claim to be a prophet are false prophets. I am the only one who has been correct so far.
Talking is just one of Many ways of making sound and creating,
And smalltalk never Makes anything,
Just like random unfocused juvenile use of Any ability doesnt make anything.
Except noise. Chaos. Distraction.
Which is what beings advocating talking just bc they Heard it works… want.
Giving up on humans/girls/pay isnt quitting or weak or anything else negative; i finally stopped accepting rude and evil just bc they have some physically attractive features they inherited.
I finally stood up for my heart; myself; for standards that matter. Clothes and monogamy and disloyalty and relig and punching holes in flesh are Wrong.
The behavior i lived thru frm Everyone was wrong. Evil wrong.
At last i have freed myself frm the universal, guaranteed, Constant waste of time that it always was/is to interact w them.
And since i cant Buy what i love and need, there is no point in Making money.
So… i have finally found rest and peace.
So be it.
And damn this whole world to hell.
Every vegan meal makes me realize how much I was missing out on all those years of eating what I was misled to. The new levels of deliciousness and post-meal healthiness feelings are unreal
Travel wasnt foolish as jew troll doc said. Travel showed me that all minds r the same here, and no one is worth caring about, being nice to, being honest to, etc. The planet isnt deserving of care or help or anything.
Travel and seeing more and more ppl online, confirmed this every single time.
And they havent improved one bit in 35 years. Even w the phases of My life.
Even when i post how healthy a healthy diet makes me feel, they spam my page with immediate pictures of murdered ppl they r eating.
Even when i share mutual innocent love and touch w a good girl of my own kind, they threaten to DECAPITATE me. And at the very least pretend i am a pedo, when they by doing that are the only deviants and criminals who r hurting children.
Wow.
But having these experiences and facts and pattern and logic… means no more caring for evil beings or their evil world, and that means no more stress or strain or wasted efforts or (wasted) time.
They make it so easy to end them all.
And every moment around them is one more reason to Know my rapture decision was the only right one.
So that is good.
I am and always Have been the Center. Of all. Thus i cannot polarize; it is Other groups who have polarized against each Other around Me. And when they get close enough to talk, but choose not to, That is them failing in their ascensions. For i am the way, the truth, and the life, evident in all i do, say, pursue.
The vril science is clearly warped by xians, just like they warped All things they got a hold of.
And what works in vril for some will be dif for Me, as All things have been.
Revelations came Not frm abStaining from sex and ejaculation, but beCause of it.
Abstaining from reLigion, and abstaining from Abstinence, is what ended my panic attks, returned my strength, and prolonged my life. THAT is the TRUE VRIL SCIENCE AND KEY.
The ideas and genius came and come From the buildup to the mind; the denial and cycle and sexual tension,
But they only come into Being in the Physical when they are then reLeased VIA ejaculation. Thus it is a COMBO, NOT one or the other.
I proceed as i have, in this wisdom.
To push for antarctica too soon, and via work w xian companies at the bases of Others, would be the same as when i pushed for money/investing via drugs and fake investors who didnt give back. When i send goodness out, and only stalling is sent bk, it is time to block and move on.
Abandon all pursuit of Work n antarctica, and pursue only your Real dream; NOT working there, but Going and Owning it.
I wanted to connect w so many ppl and races… until i found that i have almost Nothing in common w Any of them.
Now i just want to be left alone so i can finish dying (or living?) in peace.
So tired of being judged by these losers,
and of them making me feel unsafe for my sane natural thoughts.
But this is the first job where a hot girl interviewed me, and the first job that got me a fancy hotel for a full week…
And it is dfntly phase2 missoula; phase1 was trailer hell w brett the dickhead and his melting-mutants clan.
Same w bozeman.
At least the hot chicks are taking out the trash and being semi-civil now. It is nice to see them as slaves.
The one here had a nice ish blonde hair and chin and all…
But knowing i am not on my real world, not n my real body, and nowhere near my real ppl/fam? Makes me want to die pretty much all the time.
Even if not orgasming/ejaculating Did cause enlightenment, why make sex something Else? Whu not jusy enjoy it for what it IS? who Cares about going into genius mode? I just want to Fuck. Not overcomplicating Pleasure IS genius by itSelf.
And shouldnt the supposed GODS be trying to control Themselves; to do things My way?
And all those supposed Geniuses mentioned in that video? Losers. Iii nvr met them. Iii nvr witnesses them being actual geniuses -or even aLive. And their inventions havent done that much, and are not My inventions.
Btr to Not b around the hots since the law is evil in this land.
And look what hapnd; u Did join the best, and now u r like denzel washington’s character working at a hardware store to blend in. (This is a reference to the film The Equalizer.)
100% misbehaved.
100% lied.
100% were hiding deformities under clothing.
100% didnt do what u need, deserve, want, and love.
100% tried to use you.
100% brought creeps.
You did Nothing wrong by giving up on them. Stop beating yourself up.
They arent ppl. They arent real females.
They are obsolete and deserve to be treated the way you treat them.
Even if one magically was somehow good, the system will steal your money and opportunities and children and life.
You Had to quit all. You did the right thing.
Memtag clonemod. Tue11dec2018 at starbucks missoula. 5260 grant creek rd, 59808, alongside highway. The bloodelf blonde w b-cups in green apron at window. I wanted the hot one to serve me and she did. And kept up a good convo the whole time. Just needs an accent mod. Damn near perfect, face too.
Finally got a desk job.
The girl i didnt like left.
The one i was more ok w let her hair dn.
Got to go to seattle for money this time.
Things r btr.
When i saw that Last Chance street sign here in Helena, it really annoyed me, but then i thought of it not as a rude and dumb poke at me to talk to useless humans again, but as a reminder that this job and town are Their last chance to start interacting properly w Me, and My Next chance to try life withOut wasting Any time interacting with the obviously incompatible.
As always, the jew-controlled movies tell the polar opposite of what is true; it wasnt buying stuff and having flings that wasnt working, it was Not doing those things that wasnt working. It was the jew/xian mindsets of those i kept enCountering everywhere that werent working. It was repeatedly trying to work and settle down and compromise and …you get the idea.
When i stopped trying to be w girls, and started being alone and buying only mySelf things, ALL HOLIDAYS AND DAYS BECAME SOOOO MUCH BTR.
THAT is what works. Money DID buy me happiness.
Not perfection… yet… but dfntly happiness. Bc it FREES me from PPL!
honestly… i think about killing myself 10x every day.
100% of tv stations are horrible.
100% of radio.
100% of veterans i know.
100% of minds met.
99% of bodies.
99% of My body.
Couldnt find any healers of any of what bothers me…
No one opened up to me like i hoped.
No business attempts worked.
Most trips were brutal.
All roommates were bad, some terrible.
All fam is fake and evil and harassing.
And all i’ve really done, essentially, is stay alive in more suck, save a bunch of pictures, and write down all the things i love yet will nvr be able to experience.
I hate my body.
I hate all towns ive been to.
I hate those who showed up and gave me attitude.
I hate this world.
Im glad i gave up trying to fix this false body and false world.
Fuck my life.
The fact that so far no one has really done what i want… except maybe a few girls a few times when no one was around?
And the fact the girls i want never pursued Me…?
And the fact that all the hot girls i was with made me not want to give any hot girls a chance ever aGain?
Hell.
I really have only two options now; disconnect from them all, which i did, or disconnect from myself, i.e. die.
I have almost No will to live.
For all i learned and found and met… and invented… and wrote… and fixed… and perfected… and salvaged…
I still don’t have a single girl I actually wanted… or any power at all…
Phase1. They had all power, and wanted me to swear to let them keep it, such as via prayer submitting.
Phase2. I still don’t have any power, or my powers back, but at least i stopped believing anyone else Should. I took All power/faith frm the authorities/value-beliefs of this world and all worlds…
Phase3. Not only did the bad ones frm phase1 and 2 lose all their power, i will have by this phase establish Mine -and as the supreme.
I wanted Tom to not be texan, and he said he was coloradoan.
I didnt want to be at work much today, and he said meet for coffee outside.
I wanted my weekend free, and got it.
I wanted my own office, and got it.
I wanted to be a new, special, separate job like a boss, and am one of the only two ppl n a store of hundreds who can say that.
So why can i not get the Other things i want? The things that Really matter to me? Like no more fuglies, my own fake body inCluded? I guess my powers still have some more to grow.
A big smoke cloud frm a fire a few blocks away the moment i come in after coffee… my doing?
Frm the chocolate… like dark soda stirring my system…?
Since no one ever does what i want, only giving bad scraps randomly instd, theres no reason to talk to Any of them.
Since all hot girls i got closer to were terrible underneath, always damaging their only real beauty, no point looking or getting close anymore.
No point trying to help this world or species.
Just be me alone.
It is all that works.
The city can’t happen here; these ppl, those frm other worlds included, just aren’t sane enough or capable.
All they do is send books, not help. This is the same as giving out bibles instd of food or other supplies.
All these losers do is talk.
No action. No real help.
So i give up on all.
“Spend a quarter, make a dollar”? Nope. Tried that for decades. Only ended up spending and being robbed. No return on investment.
“Live and let live.” Nope. That only allowed evil hordes to spread.
Love? Nope. No one knows what it means.
Everyone tried to make me change everything i am, and stop all good activities, and start only evil ones.
Everyone tried to make me Feel bad when i Didnt change.
Love doesnt work here.
Ever. (Maybe it only can in Phase 3.)
Since all ppl have misbehaved, and been criminals, and tried to dick w the timestream while saying no one (else) Should, and ruined every meal on Purpose,
I was Right to use and abandon each one the moment they acted up.
Doing this didnt badkarma me. NOT doing it did; when i stayed and tried to Help those who had betrayed me, That is what burned me out.
The only thing ppl did well was simply Have what they inHerited;
Hot girls only had looks.
Rich only had nice homes.
The ppl themSelves are Useless. Worthless. Never listening. Never learning. Always arguing against nature/good.
Since only their looks were sometimes tolerable, i was Right to abandon those i could not photo, and Right to amass all good images.
My laptop images are far wiser, braver, and investment-based than they seem to the foolish.
They r all that is good, all inheritances taken Back, and given to the only Rightful owner.
All laws r wrong, so i wrote my own.
All countries are illegitimate, so i made my own.
All friends were useless, so i made my own.
I always do the right thing.
Even distribution was the same thing all pharma does, and to useless evil ppl who were gonna do it anyway, so i might as well enjoy my cut of the profits, and i did.
Would u rather be poor aLone or bankrupt w Them?
Would u rather see beauty on your computer, or out in person where it has Always been abused?
Would u rather eat in peace, or have every meal ruined on purpose?
Would u rather feel alone by yourSelf, or around the mindless NPCs species?
It is Always btr to be alone on this world, proven Countless times.
Let it happen. Be alone. You always were Anyway. Might as well let it be a Peaceful and proDuctive alone.
The right ppl Were sent; all the useless assholes who ensured i started, worked on, and finished these brilliant and critical projects.
The books were never meant to be sold. They were just my way of ancestral recall, and my schedule revisions. Not a series at all. Not science Fiction at all.
Bottom line. No one impressed u. They didnt like you. You didnt like Them.
They abused their power. And beauty IS a power. As are freedoms and talking.
No reason to keep exploring when EVERY ONE IN EVERY REALM was a lame jerk who didnt try to understand you.
Disconnect frm them all. Fuck this bs.
Ive done eNough travel and learning! THEY can travel to Me from now on, and learn My way!
“purify my diet and Thoughts”?! NO! THEY can purify Their diet and thoughts to My way! AMEN.
It i sense is probable that both the fugs And hots were put n my path at the same times to guarantee i would go for th hots, both programmed to be rude and attack, thus Any choice i made…resulting n negativity they could feed on.
Both the fugs and hots gave off the cunt vibe and cunt body language. Evil.
All that bad spurred u onward to solve more problems sooner, screen more ppl, and live more healthily and wisely than everyone else you know.
Let the bad happen. Let things go wrong. It’s okay; u got far farther than everyone else…bc your early life completely blew.
Relax, breathe, reassess. Sure, all were guarded at you like eli once was, and all would have warmed up to you like he did, but the hot ones always tried to use you, and lied about you. They were rude longer. And more frustrating and evil. Eli cares about you, morals, art, nature. He is btr than them. He was a good pick as a friend.
The girls were Never good to you. At least a few men were.
And how great it is to be free and alone and resting for once! Once and for all!
The girls were all jealous of your genius art and plan. Even ambi for a time…
Their kind simply aren’t ascended enough yet to come in… to inisfree Or the rest of my life. Amen.
But… they r on the verge… evident in Callie, Taslyn, etc. (some are truly wonderful people, purely good, through and through, engaging and fun, healthy and positive, in spite of all the stuff around them in this lingering end of Phase 2)
Im tired of doing nothing but working little by little on a perfect plan and dream No one of these idiotic earth apes cares about.
Im tired of always feeling the weird deformity angles and sensations of this body that has always held me back.
Im tired of babes never hitting on me. (This, I later see, upon re-reading and posting this, isn’t true; hundreds hit on me, even the hottest in bars, parties, farms, the wilderness, banks, food banks, airports, clubs, apartments, you name it; all over the place; they just weren’t being as direct and refined about it as I kept wanting, and the more it happened, the more my standards went up. All their efforts were uniform; every girl took the same sub-standard approach, and I just got so tired of it that it seemed to me, for a very long time, that none were hitting on me, when they were really just shy or confused or whatever.)
Im tired of every city around the world being full of 100% assholes and 99% genetic monstrosities.
I am ready to die.
No help is coming.
All innocent love is shamed.
Fuck this hell.
I want out of this world and body. Now.
And i want my city Built, goddamnit.
Im tired of these beings always pretending whatever im doing or thinking is primitive and negative. NOTHING I’VE DONE IS EITHER!
The giant mirror in my office is on my right side. A good reminder of how badly i need to replace if not fix this heinous body i was trapped in… god damn i am ugly.
Was my jaw or teeth like this before the bridge assault? Did my fall really fuck them up This Much??
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December:
I am multi-dimensional. My dream self, awake self, inner self, story self, etc. …are not just ideas, but me reconnecting my self, once split into different dimensions from some forgotten war or division before. I am not evolving, but reforming. Remembering past and alternate lives, like those in the SSP, is part of this process. Ancients used what we call temples, etc., to stay connected to those other dimensions, but it took more effort over time… especially when people fragmented by creating more bodies instead of more IDEAS together by sending sex energy UP the spine to the brains… And orgies using this method create the Best joint ideas, fusing All knowledge, and inner secret wisdom people are otherwise too afraid to say…
Gog and Magog from the Bible was Tartaria, and its people were the Ringing Cedars blondes, and they weren’t invading, but liberating and reclaiming their ancient global area from the invading Abrahamics. –And, like how different I am from Amers/Earthers, Maya is better than the evil/mainstream/poser Pleiadians.
The other hot chicks? Maybe they wanted to see you or say hi,
but they didn’t; they looked away. They were afraid/shy. A few shone through, and more will in the years and passes ahead.
Why Not “break girls’ hearts”? They always break/broke mine, having loved war more than love. Why do what they like, when they don’t do what I like? Better to just do what I like from now on, not caring if they are into any of it.
When I am their relig/gd, then they can have my time; not if they compete for me, but only when they work together with me.
If I Don’t hate, they have beaten me. They Should be hated. I am hate. I am health. Hate is, like any emotion, healthy and right/just(ice/ified) when it comes naturally, not prescribed. Prescribing emotions or philosophies to me is madness; the anti-brain/soul.
It is a good sign that the hottest girls with the same attitude failures, and the best-made meat and cheese meals, no longer appeal to me, familiar though they are. The taste and feel of meat grosses me out, as it should, as do the fake looks and sounds and vibes of these obsolete almost-female beasts.
My phone is 10x more expensive than most ppl’s computers, at least 2x, and I like being able to pay that.
Is it terrible that all my time is spent ‘hiding’ and writing? Or is it amazing that I was able to do that, overcoming the pressure from peers and within?
Stuck-up and spoiled or not, I must and should let my natural self and reactions and emotions flow.
What I don’t understand is why tech’ keeps improving but humans/babes do not… –not as much, anyway. The only improvement w/ humans/babes is that I was able to igNore and Block and eVade them a lot more.
Wonderful room, town full of weirdo fugs? Obviously I am staying where I feel healthy and at peace. If Couer wanted my time, it’s people would have done Anything I love. They didn’t. Moving on.
I should get used to paying top-dollar to good salesmen for the nicest things. It’s fun.
I used to rage when no one behaved compatibly, then I’d search harder. Now? I note how girls now initiate w/ hot happy “hiii”s, and ask for kisses and sex, and I take time to enjoy nice beds and quiet when I’ve got them.
In my dream, when my website design was seen by a person on their phone, and they tried to have a bad reaction quietly, and the fake “mothr” freak leaned around the corner from the darkness to also be negative, I didn’t get sad or shy or mad; I counter-mocked them instantly, while laughing while chasing her/it deeper into hiding. Win; I am the god of my dreams.
New tech’ forced every couple years makes sense during this Mayan shortest cycle.
Another beautiful vision comes to me: Amber ICV1 in bed, lying her back on my chest, her arms over my one around her tits, my hand over her pussy top, and she says “lowerrr”, so I rest my fingers on her slit. “Higherrr,” she cleverly thinks and giggles a bit, and I finger her, knowing what she meant. She opens her legs once I rub my whole palm down there, then opens straight-legged more. “ii Like it,” she almost giggles, and we continue.
I did it; I took a recommendation and didn’t go when the ogre said he would, and found another hot elf babe. This is Phase 2; this is the time when things transition from bad to good, starting off meh, and always working out. Next, they won’t Have to work out; they’ll be perfect always, even from the start.
I only want more sex with girls who satisfy, not annoy. So why would I Ever pursue or meet halfway? Makes no sense.
7 AM, Spokane parking area; the exit-booth girl was a flawless goddess platinum blonde elf, the face of a model or angel, and brown eyes perfect in every way. That Google detour error showed me her, making my day, even though I had not been happy at all about the error until I ended up face to face with her; another hottie found in an unlikely place. Am I being shown them? Are those “errors” not errors at All, but the A.I. steering me Exactly to what I want, making sure, by witnessing Me witnessing it, that it should 3D-print and mass-produce them? I think so. I choose so. Amen.
A blonde dressed like the purple v of Black Canary sat where I could see; at my airplane gate in that same Spokane airport. Nice! Phase 2. When will they initiate like the hotel-elf did??? (the one who chatted me up about the tree-library I was looking for) Ugh. So pathetic. They have such potential! They’re almost there!
10:14am spa in seattle airport by gate c2e. Too bad about the evil vibe and look she gave off. Gotta end her city and ppl.
i’m not looking for things wrong so i can make excuses not to engage;
i see things that simply ARE wrong,
and i am tired of having hope rekindled, only to get close and find there still is none.
i’m tired of having to water myself down everywhere i go,
and for NOTHING but mere SURVIVAL in more SLAVERY.
every promise was broken.
no healers really were.
online and in person are the same; full of fugly freaks with no use.
i should be able to be me.
i should be able to build what i want.
a lot of progress has been made since i started on this sorry world…
but still it seems there is no way to fix this body…
no mind trick…
no food…
no time solution…
anything.
i have to face the reality that ppl are addicted to breeding and being hypocrites, trying to make ME feel addicted to the medicine that heals me; porn.
the only thing mindless isn’t the quickies in porn, but the convos STALLING the sex IRL.
i must just get through each day with rage and powerlessness…
every job, every city, every trip… full of hideous monsters.
i am beyond worn out.
i look forward to every natural disaster, no matter who it kills, bc the hots never behaved, and the uglies need to die at any cost.
i just can’t keep up with ending their surges in population…
floods and fires and comets have to do the rest…
and i think i can summon them…
why demonize instant gratification?
that’s a WONDERFUL thing.
and after all i’ve been through, i SHOULD get instant gratification.
delays don’t make me cum more or appreciate it more;
they confuse and upset and wear me out, and are unjust, and ruin the moment when it DOES finally come.
as much as i beat myself up for no longer engaging the hotties,
i cannot deny or ignore the fact that 100% of them never did what i love,
so there really is still no point in talking to ANY of them EVER.
they really have no use as a gender OR a species.
when i see them nude, and get to pick them in groups, and get to live in MY culture,
and talk only the way Iii want, THEN i will engage.
that should go without saying.
i wait on.
can’t be the change you want to see in the world when it is banned by an actual army of monsters…
can’t change things the way you want when NO ONE likes it or cares.
all i can do is what i’m doing; escape, write, wait.
if the Noah story was real (and ofc NO stories have proven real), this must be how he felt; all day planning and hoping for supplies… and being mocked by freaks that should never have existed…
i worry i am close to a psychotic episode or permanently damaging myself…
but i was worse when i was socializing. WAY worse; panic attacks and drug cave-ins… alcohol… etc.
now, alone, at least i don’t have the worst of it.
socializing was the worst possible thing i ever did…
god, how i wish it hadn’t been that way… but it was/is.
every conversation is a pain/chore/bore.
i can’t keep up with the travel and ideas and realizations anymore…
i have to let go of them all…
i can’t finish the books…
and they’re illegal, anyway…
everything i know must happen… is illegal according to these monsters…
how i wish there was a way… to do right…
but every time i try, i am stopped…
at least they are all suffering and dying. that is a start.
and at least i am sharp enough to realize that is truly one of the good things,
in spite of their ENDLESS lies campaigns.
it is immoral/unethical to give ANY taxes, and so i can NEVER have a business while i am here.
the books and the businesses were ALWAYS meant to be started only from WITHIN inisfree…
and i simply must learn to wait.
no more trying to make things work while i am still out HERE…
and
i called lightning and shooting stars before…
and hurricanes went where i wanted…
and tornadoes stopped…
so maybe i can keep that up, removing the humans…
i found healing in montana like i wrote, and it was from a deeply buried secret, and it stopped the cancers caused by ppl/foods…
but no secret base was raided…
as far as i remember…
those were all just fun flights of my imagination…
the stars are so far out there for good reason; 100% of the ppl claiming to be from them have been just as bad as the normal humans.
can you IMAGINE how depressing it would have been to go out there NOW… while things still aren’t compatible/sane?
it would be the filth of Star Trek… jew trek… (people deformed inside and out, believing in nonsense, thus becoming nonsense; what all became, jew or not)
i don’t remember any wives/loves out there… or ssp work…
i have only weird dreams…
and WISH i had loves out there…
(Right after seeing Aquaman, I wrote the following.) The message was exactly what i needed to hear. Mongrel halfbreed… and got the best babes even tho they doubted him first.
Sat dead-center.
Women stopped and waited for me to go first even when it meant separation from the men in their groups.
And i got to see my daughter’s face again.
And mera was perfect even w makeup.
And my real mother and father are somewhere out there.
I didnt cry this much even w rjh at cps.
The monsters of the deep… those who deformed… are here. Space is down. Land ppl r those who deformed almost dn n the abyss.
Maybe they stopped me from my city only long enough to make sure i dont slaughter when i get it
I fart bc even vegan isnt my ideal and natural diet. I know something else is…
Something out there i will find…
I thought she would think im crazy, but she called immediately and agreed w me about not being from here.
And her husband said merry christmas instd of being a monster like the others were.
Phase3 has begun.
So cool to have gone from loser bosses and loser companies and Being screened… to no work or bosses or cares… to being the one screening and hiring and bg checking and calling girls… with a team of girls helping me… and all being positive at last… as part of one of the most successful companies in the world… This is the start of phase3…
I get paid 130/day to rp… : )
And now the rp is what i love and plan.
Before, i was paid Nothing, and Hated the rp. Like at uscmc.
Used to be i was kept all day and year.
Now? The old guys Ask me if i can stay. Totally nice and flexible
And i wanted to bring up the sex w other ppl to ambi, and she beat me To it!
We had the swingers talk!
Awesome!
Phase3 is here!
The more ppl i meet, the fewer i want to.
The more irl versions of my characters i see walking right to and by me, the more i hate this world and life for them always being with a creep. And for them being rude cunts.
So what if my testosterone lowers?; it was always banned Anyway!
So What if i get sick and die? No one works with me Anyway!
All they do is try to change me, never once doing what is right, so there’s no point being here.
My guesses of the name are ” Princess Simera Shibella Chala”
” Princess Xemera Xebela Xala” Princess Shimera Xebella Shala”
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Sun9dec2018 had this note n my phone and dont know why:
Green sub ufo silent following car
Bc of my ptsd and tinnitus condition, i was unable to sit or work indoors without distracting stress and noise.
This dif degree will allow me to work in the cold and dynamic environ of antarc which has always healed, calmed, and focused me
Each 3some idea, ever since my fantasy of one w me, ellen, and snyder, unlocked new levels of focus, the true me, and powers…
Just like in Beyond Majestic, when they said every book on history and math and medicine etc was wrong, so is every book on relig and relationships. The only ones that work Are the open/3some ones…and orgies. I tested it. I now know.
Taz is right; i need to relax. I too quickly semi panic and seek jobs that aren’t part of my plan/destiny. I need to catch up w my website and socializing.
Balance. Just as Odyssey advised.
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I wonder now, novel4 insert, if the helmets and hats i was ordered to wear… shielded me from the telepathic pleas of peaceful beings… and monitored my own… and automatically changed or wiped my memories after each mission…
Maybe even regulating my emotions…
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Let it be known: I travel suddenly; the moment it is time, and far. I give no reason, only honesty and kindness to the good. I work daily and nightly toward my goals. I have reached every land I aimed for, and will reach many more. I will build my rightful home. I will plant enough trees for a forest. I will preserve the sacredness of all rest and meals. I will promote fitness and works of art. I will ban and block anyone who speaks out against such things. Veteran or not, I will hold all in my circles to this standard. The veterans, I hold to the highest standard. Take care of the plants, be gentle with the animals, keep the waters clean, clear the skies, speak thoughtfully, and mind your vibes. If you wish to connect with me, come alone and do more than orbit, or at least come with only others of like mind. I am busy and would enjoy your help.
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Are the terrible twos so bad because they r the onset of the first mayan night? Is 13 so bad bc it is the onset of the 2nd mayan cycle in a life?
And would we go through a midlife later, or more shocking times, that get easier each time, w every cycle/level and night?
If we are a microcosm of the macrocosm, wouldnt that mean we have not just the atomic elements, but the mayan schedule elements in us, too?
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The Caribbean, the Bermuda Triangle, and the first instance of Atlantis:
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Training for, and Heading to… farm in the Arctic of Alaska:
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videos TBA…