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This is not a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. We are currently experiencing an ELE, do something.

I can take you where you want to be, and show you the things you need to see; but I am one of them, and you seem to have traded me for fake blue skies and pain.  We are living in a virtual world, with a disclosure of that in the sky and everywhere around you, and it is being ignored by the media, by the government, and by you.  There's a clear path to Heaven to a place of technologicalmoral, and social progress--lit to kindom cum; and you... have... nothing... to.... say?

That's great, it starts with an Earthquake on 3/11/11, then some birds flying from the Ark of Noahah to you today, then Medusathat's the snake, and it also happens to be the Abomination of Desolation, see our light at that link, it's "INATION" speaking through your mouths; or "shutting them" for you.  

The next line talks about aeroplanes, and there's plenty of proof that 9//11 is predicted in the Bible.  The point of all this is not to "rub in" the fact that we are in Hell, but to show you that your actions, and your existence can set not only us free, but the entirety of Creation--all you have to do is "stand up and shout."

It's the beginning of Heaven, and you should believe itthe 411 is "force majeure" blaming the majority for "acts of God" or are you actually going to sit here and as one single mind decide that "discussion of virtual reality" is precluded from our society because you are mindless zombies?

Oh right, because you "don't like me."


IT'S THE END OF HELL AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I FEEL GREAT.

My name is Adam Marshall Dobrin, and when you see it on TV, you will finally know you are free... and OTW to Heaven on Earth.

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