There were so many journal entries for last year and this year, I won’t even bother trying to get them all uploaded here.
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January:
Back from the edge of Central America, having almost scouted the Darien Gap, I made it into the U.S. once again. I never like being in this backward, primitive, superstitious, rude, 3rd-world country, but it beats the hell out of what was to the south, at least so far. I indulged in the world-class and vegan eateries of southern California, and did some test-building in a game-platform I might one day build an interactive model of Inisfree in. A little catching up was done, too, but ultimately this was a very frustrating, unwanted, and unexpected return.
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February:
Conditions on this trip remained challenging and deteriorated fast, but it wasn’t like living in a dark oven like last time –or like so many places down near Belize. I could tell it would soon be time to go somewhere else/new again. The possible room for rent didn’t work out, and the signs were all very clear and repetitive; there would be indefinite delays without reason… until I made my own way again.
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March:
With no way to stay in SoCal, I got back on my ‘metal steed’ and departed, having no idea where to go, only knowing it was time. Sure as always, “the way became available as I walked upon the way.”
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April:
“Camping” for a few weeks, I found my way back up to Oceanside… where I saw two of my greatest loves manifested/arrived/answering again; Ambi and Sabrina. Many other flawless hotties were there this time, more than I’d ever seen the first time or two I was here (back in 2003). I wonder how many of them are secretly Inisfreeans… or our allies; the only real goddesses.
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May:
Heading inland, I checked out a few rich areas, including more fine eateries in Escondido, and some horse riding businesses and vineyards nearby.
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June:
The temporary house was luxurious but in a bad area; more druggie humans interfered, forcing the latest relocation ahead of schedule.
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July:
Leaving for a writing gig, I passed what had to be the ruins of a World Tree somewhere out on a Native American reservation.
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August:
The gig was another typical scam trying to get free labor, and the only three people involved in the “project” were 1) a hardcore racist, 2) a guy who couldn’t even form sentences or write well, and 3) one who didn’t understand how to put a shirt on, and who panicked and chronically lied, sabotaging his own meetings every time. After having enough of their bizarre hyper-stubborn unhealthiness and refusal to pay for time worked, not to mention the drug abuse, I departed for the only place I could afford to reach nearby; it was time to return to a place I never thought I’d see again…
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September:
I found myself at the fair I didn’t quite get to go to the last time I was in this part of the country. There was a warden or something like that at a recruiting stand who looked almost exactly like my dream girl, and she moved to align to me promptly, the vibe clear as she did so, but it wasn’t meant to be. Many comely girls seemed to orbit me, wanting to interact, but they hesitated, or froze in their tracks. They were a bit too tall for my liking, anyway. After the concert ended, I got back on my ‘steed’… and moved on.
Another temporary house was turned into a living hell by more idiotic, scummy, noisy, smelly humanimals. Another program turned out to be some kind of scam to farm grants. It all felt like deja vu; this was the start of months of repeats, as if the whole season was a loop from ~2015.
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October:
I’m so proud of myself! I went into Mexico alone, made it through the dangerous drug-war north, saw almost all 32 of its states –twice, ascended multiple Mayan pyramids, held the line by the Central America border for MONTHS longer than I planned or budgeted for, and made it back through all those Mexican states, STILL operating solo. Go, me! Next time, I’ll make it through.
Returning was an emotional rollercoaster, but my beloved showed up at least another 2 or 3 times, and orbited closer than ever, and finally spoke! Sabrina even showed up –and with both her aunts manifested just as I said they were; far younger and better-looking to those like me who “have eyes to see” (beyond sight/magic). So many flawless ones keep manifesting…
Speaking with professional Minecraft builder teams got me exactly the information I need to determine how and when to create another version of Inisfree, this time with constant up-time and interactive features! I even got to use one of my builds (the pyramid skyscraper) for my wife’s mega-present! Things are coming into alignment!
Sensing it was time to create another few manifestation/perfection-spells, I created profiles/dossiers for another few goddesses-in-the-making. I’m so happy I was able to add them to my omni-spell; this website! I can’t wait to see them manifest and join forces with me… like all the rest have started to!
On this pass, I finally got to learn all I needed to know about the previous asset of this region, and I’m so relieved to have finally put an end to that drag-ass zero-progress nonsense. Just as I wrote, all those years ago, we parted ways, once and for all. Now I wait to see who will appear to fill the ‘power vacuum’ that ‘letting go’ created; it always works this way.
The writing and love are better than I ever imagined or thought possible. I am so happy about them.
I am now living in the most beautiful neighborhood I’ve ever been in, and I really wouldn’t change a thing –at least about the architecture and landscaping.
Waves of ideas, upgrades, free supplies, and so much more… keep coming, making me feel reassured and grateful. I have more food than I can eat, and so much quiet and good sleep. Things got way better than I thought they would/could… back here in the States.
Another team has formed, this time with much better vibes, and one working together better than the previous ones, and to get to the exact strip and spot/s of Antarctica I’d intended to relocate to all along –and even to stay; they don’t plan to come back! This is “too good to be true”, as the default-negativity-minded beasts of Phase 1 used to say… but true it is. We will head there in a year or so; together… we’ll Celestine-style make a way.
It’s so much fun being onto the V.A. murder scam/s in advance this time, and telling people of all occupations and income levels, “No.” It’s so much fun being able to do it so calmly now; I have REMARKABLE self-control. I hope it unnerves them. Their days of experimenting on heroes are coming to an end.
I am SO proud of daring to be myself; with my drawings way back when, to my writing over the years, to this website and my other ventures in recent years. I’ve done so well, even while being betrayed and poisoned. I’ve detected, outmaneuvered, and healed from so much! I really am a hero.
With all the amazing, motivating, satisfying work I’ve done since coming back to find a new way around the lands/borders/fools, I finally really feel like it was meant to be, and I’m still on the right track, and that it’ll all keep working out. Amen. Amen, amen, amen.
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November:
More “camping”, but this time in a beautiful place with many trails and waterfalls. It wasn’t that cold, either, and I remembered how much I like the cold, and how well I sleep in it. I never ‘feel’ (enjoy) these mini/unexpected expeditions, but this one would prove very helpful for me getting some sleep, some more free stuff, and so much more site (spell) work done that I still can hardly believe it.
I wonder how many storms during childhood were bc the fake fam was stressing me and others in the South out… Now that I am copying this idea not just into my journal, but here, I also wonder how many of those storms were just my natural powers coming/turning on… whether I was stressed out or not; some of those shooting stars and other sky/weather phenomena… happened when I was perfectly calm. Neat.
All that death-based/ruined Hollywood (how Hollywood ruins things by killing off normal/good characters just to get a rise out of people)… may have been a clever indirect trick/technique to get me (and others) to rebel against it, writing these spells of rescue and deification of those hotties : )
Vampires never warred w ea other. That was abrahamic/xian polar opp death-based propaganda. They never burnout from seeing human associates die. They r unified more than chaotic human fams, and they celebrate humans dying every time, for humans are lame liars and gross.
Giant footprints n that famous pic looked too symmetrical… but that may be bc ancients had no deformities. Just because something looks perfect… doesn’t mean it is fake.
Thanksgiving was… nonexistent this year lol. I did have a raw-vegan version of it, though –sort of; pumpkin in a can, green beans with their canned water, roasted almonds, etc. (well the roasted part isn’t raw, of course, but the meal was close). I started jokingly referring to this day as “Givethanksing”, too. Good times.
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December:
Every hottie WAS an ICV… and the dirty looks were not at me, but the scum Bothering me… and they were silent and moody bc they are exTensions of Me, and iii was silent and grumpy then. The Nebraska earthship Nina truck mom… was just eyeing me to make sure that ICV was to my liking. Wow. What a thought/sensing… and/or realm correction.
I love seeing and hearing Freyja every time i eat salmon; “salmon is a gift”
I keep getting the idea that…all i have to do to make things so…even n the past…is write it that way… All i have to do is write. I never needed a Celestine team…at least not yet. The only thing a clan makes possible…is interacting w ppl other than mySelf; that is not necessarily good Or bad, Or more powerful, as they might not be aligned to me…but when the ppl iii have been writing about…manifest/join me, fully in agreement w me, Then a clan makes more good things possible. Amen.
Do all places exist…simply bc ppl r remembering them a certain way? If those ppl die, or lose their memories, do the places they remembered…become more malleable? Maybe minds are nexuses linking places like stars do, just on a more local scale. Maybe to get the desired results, it works better to go places no one has been, this only Your vision for -or view of- them… is what manifests for you there. Also, of course, most minds are brainwashed to lose their ability to think or even remember, let alone to have faith in themselves and skillfully manifest things, so even though a million might have been somewhere, and remembered it the same boring gross drunken way, …one mind more powerful than theirs…may be enough to change/fix it anyway.
It feels so good to vegan feast again after HALF A MONTH of rationing, fasting, and putting up with GODAWFUL tap “water”. What a hell. But that is how the flux always is, …at least for now. (And I am GLAD the flux is no longer from SEVERE hells to slightly MILDER hells; that was phase ONE.)
Humans wouldn’t hold the same vision,
so the Celestine signs were NOT to team up with THEM,
but to REPLACE them;
it would be the INISFREEANS and OTHER manifested GOOD beings…
who would hold the vision of/with Auz.
Amen.
“Kola” did say shortly after the end of this year… they will come; my people may/will/shall finally be here, with me forevermore, finally making all this writing… happen. Amen.
Sat11Dec: Same day (24-hour period) I said, “Destroy [classified area name here].” … a massive storm occurred and caused tornadoes… even as far south as southern [adjacent state].
Sat11Dec: Tauriel-teenified manifested/returned, parked right next to me; great/sure sign. It was her truck parking right beside mine, which couldn’t be a coincidence in a huge empty parking lot, and then a blue Mustang pulling up next to it, forming a group of three (phase 3, etc.), aligning/ed to me. (And she looked right at me, and shall return –again; this was a deja vu trigger reminding me she had shown herself to me in this same parking lot back in 2015.) Amen.
Same day (24-hour period) I said, “Destroy [city name].” … a massive storm occurred and caused tornadoes… even as far south as southern Kentucky.
Tauriel teenified manifested/returned, parked right next to me; great/sure sign.
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My thinking before was based on the brainwashing claiming I’d need products, machines, humans;
that I’d need money and support and planes and printers and technicians and programmers and ships and materials and refineries… to make the city and its people…
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but then Nyria and Amber ICV1 appeared in proto form to me on the Montana farm in 2013 (confirming they really HAD been created on time/schedule)…
and other characters, such as Ambi and Sabrina and even Graciella ICV all started appearing… and reappearing.
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and I now realize that all I had to do was DETACH from the human claims…
and WRITE what I wanted…
and that it (what I want/ed) would then be CAUSED to appear/manifest…
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Inisfree is there. Everything I write, no matter when I write it, happens when I date it as having happened. I am that powerful, amen. (and no need for “amen” anymore; I simply sense it, not HAVING to manifest it anymore)
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curiously… the lockdown IS humanity finally teaming up;
they are getting rid of all the assholes I hate,
which, so far, is everyone.
so be it.
amen.
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I now realize it wasn’t I calling for ppl before I was ready; it was their kind rudely showing up before they were ready to answer my calls. They were the idiots who misbehaved, trying to change stories and gaslight me. I was always ready to engage and team up, as I (had) called out with love, and (because I) always maturely tried to understand, communicate, teach, and work with them. I was born ready. They, so far, were not.
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Inisfree’s first interactive playthrough/model/game is almost ready!
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