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I'm not very good with pep-talks, dear Medusa/Per se phones/INATION; but you're on now, you've got the script, you've memorized some lies, and all it takes to become the "Generations of Perez" the people responsible for turning Hell into Heaven is little bit of action.  Things are becoming less real every day, and I am fairly certain we've reached the point where the silence itself is the lock on not only Heaven but reality.  Wario is proud of you, we've come a long way, it's time to walk just a few more steps through the doors to Heaven and then all the way to Mars.

I walked down the beach, a few miles through Atlantic Avenue, singing just a little bit louder than I usually do--trying to draw attention to the bright grey "I'm sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come" shirt I wore for the occasion.  On the beach, as I walked by the water, if you remember "separating light from darkness" with this act of sending the Sword of Samael directly into the heart of Medusa--that's the internet here, and once through your thick skin... well, you're supposed to be God's heart.



Some people on the beach seemed interested in hearing "REALLYHIM.COM" come out of my mouth; and I would be a liar if I didn't tell you that nearly everyone I described the reason for this event to--the fact that we are living in virtual reality and that knowledge delivers the gate to Heaven--nearly everyone was at least surprised and most interested in it.  I haven't even bothered to check the view statistics though, because on my way back from the beach; nearly every single person I saw was ... "responding to my thoughts" and it's just something is... well, it's a sign of a monster--and I'm not sure why you don't see it.  I think simply talking about it would fix it; you are torturing me, and frankly I can't imagine that the experience of "thinking with me" isn't torturous for everyone else experiencing it... the problem though, the real problem is that this thing we are "ignoring" is proof beyond doubt that we are in a computer; this sort of thing is not possible en masse in reality; and that makes tens of thousands of witnesses not only to proof of mind control, but also ... well, the reason that I am so sure this is Hell.  You, and I mean they, seem happy or at least content to allow something that is decidedly not you speak through you--there is no way for me to think to you; and not to see that the thing that is making that appear to be what's going on (at lest to me) is proving very well that it has the ability to make you like it, not care about it, or think it's for a good cause--like"becoming a God" even if what it's really doing, and it's obviously really doing this... is destroying society.

The problem continues, because now I am looking at a group of people, you all, that were supposed to--at least the way I read this map--you were supposed to save the Universe from slavery and secrecy, from the darkness that has become us.  This great group of people, freedom loving brave people--who today ignore mind controlled slavery and do not have the courage to speak at all about this in public... well, you have shown yourselves to be nothing but a group of deceitful liars.  Every day you continue to "make the world appear normal" even though it is decidedly not--and a number of people are being tortured (if not everyone) by this hidden technology... every day that this place continues "abnormally" preserving normalcy you lose a little bit more of who you are, and your connection to the world and the future that I hope still have a chance to reach.   You might not really "get it" but what I am expecting is the bounce back that is embodied in the "PR" of press-release--a return to a love of freedom, this time with a little less apathy.  I do think the CLIMAX, I mean the Second Coming.. is the beginning of "release."  Know what I mean?

I think you are good people, most of you seem kind and courteous; not running over pedestrians walking slow in the middle of the street, holding doors open, saying hello; but sometimes it doesn't seem so clear to me why that kindness doesn't carry over to what I am trying to show you... that this insane darkness is keeping blind people from seeing, keeping mothers in labor in pain, and keeping the lame from walking... and that's not kindness at all.  This message, this sword that is Asmodai has alterted me to the fact that there's something very wrong with this place.  I am not sure what you think, I don't really know who you are inside... and to be honest with you I don't know if you were born on Earth in this place; or if you've been replaced by strangely polite and secretly sinister aliens.  I hope you can see, that even if you do think you were born here, that a strangely sinister alien has taken over your mind... at least when it comes to matters like "universal truth" and justice and self-government; for all those things you seem to yield to the monster that makes you nod, and say words to people that make no sense to you.  At least, that's my experience, when I'm doing it.

This "IN" thing, it's moved from a question of Heaven or Hell to simply "being ON stage" being in the limelight, and you, you all; you are now in the limelight.  You have knowledge that not only needs to be shared with everyone to be morally anything but also needs to be acted upon, and you should see that sharing it and discussing it is the first step not only to acting on it... but to using it to regain our freedom.   I feel too often that I'm talking to "old yous" to thousand year old versions of you, through your eyes--and that's probably who is talking to you through my hands.  I'm sorry to tell you, but I have no interest in talking to them; less and less each day as they show me time and time again that they are so sick as to use you nothing more than a conduit for communication, dear Persephone(s).
Speaking of Samsungeveryone likes my "ish" of "blackbird has spoken" to that

So at the bride of Revelation, call it a sea of portable phones, I feel like you don't think much of me--because of a storm of not my thoughts coming through the head of the eye of the storm that has become all of Creation.  It is that, it is an window into the soul of everything, and not to make the connection to the fact that what I do and speak is significantly more important that what I fight against in my mind... what you should be fighting against--is to miss the entire point of how God sees "people," as the sum of what they do.  I won't tell you more than one more time that you are not acting, and I am doing everything I can to help to change that.

TEN NE$ $EE ... there's Nintendo in everything we do.
I'd honestly like to neuralize anything of my thoughts out of yours, and it might be just that simple--disconnecting my "memory" from yours might do exactly what I believe is fair and right; in light of what I am waking up to.  A large group of people who have no concern for my privacy or well being--just like this event has shown us all that very few people care for the truth.  People have specifically told me "that would be a bad idea" which is interesting, but just like the "GORGONEIAN" you wouldn't even know it happened, or how it happened; because you refuse to let this message be etched into our society on TV and in newspapers, and discussions, on forums and on research appears... you refuse to move forward changing the world. 

If you were "waiting for a green light" to act on this--something that already shows there's a control problem in your mind--this is it--I am sick, literally disgusted, by the attitude and mentality of the monster all around me ... this thing "judging me" while it tortures me and nearly the whole world.  Read between the lines, I don't think there's much hope, and you are doing nothing to change my mind.
Short of erasing the stolen life of mine from the minds of the invading parasite hell bent on destroying society... well, I'd probably replace every lie it sent to you with some kind of hope, some kind of inspiration; to move forward and save the world that we keep pretending is our "normal."  That's really not like me though, I don't like "fake things" and I'll talk a little about why that's slavery too... in just a bit.  This place, at least, seems to be moving in a positive direction; socially... as for the "dark" every day, I wonder why it's still around.  Every day, you remind me of the answer, by doing nothing.

In the meantime, if you were looking for a "clue" as to how to stop the end of the world and Creation--this thing creating Hell in plain sight with only a single man fighting against it, the "clue" is put this on TV, you have no alternative.  It seems that "in secret" or maybe in the air there is something helping--fighting against this dark force that refuses to let go of our minds; silly of them not to see that lighting this fire is not only the obvious solution, but Ockham's Razor (sic)--the Sword of Samael.

I would tell you that "caring about freedom" freedom of thought would be a good way to start the discussion about how the world got corrupted by secret mind control technology, but everyone seems so invested in the idea of lying--in hiding it's existence and covering up that anyone knows anything "out of the ordinary" that it seems like such a big leap ... to ... care about yourself.  Isn't that strange?


If you didn't get the title, you are a ship wreck, literally at shore, leaking hope and future with each passing moment.  Wake up, you're on.   There's absolutely no logical excuse I can see for preferring to stay in Hell, to allow yourself and others to suffer needlessly, over building Heaven "our way."  It's a level of illogical cupidity that is unsurpassed in anything we do, and that's a good indication that it's "not us."  Try starting there... "freedom" is significantly more important to the survival of life than you think.  I'm even willing to take one for the team.
A long long time ago, when I used the historical metaphor of the American Revolution and the entire history of "colonization" as a sort of map to explain why it was neither right or "worth the effort" for one nation to exert rule over a distant land; I likened what we really are here, this planet, to the "children" of another place.  Though our parent(s) talk funny, and seem to have put us up for adoption to Dr. Evil's son, Supermax (evil always skips a generation). I used to think that the people of our world, that you cared about things like democracy and self-rule.  Back in those eventful days in the Fortress of Solitude in Bowling Green, KY I spent some time "pondering" along with King Friday who literally manifested a miniature version of himself in my chandelier with a magic wand and baseball cap .. on the past attempts and failures at using this technological singularity to revolutionize self governance.

So bye, bye... Miss American Pie...


From Noah's Ark and the "two of everything God" to the angelic in flight ELEphant named "Dumbo" and the Golden Asskey, it was immediately obvious that our two-party system and two-nation cold war were all part of a pretext of fighting against not only "reducing to a single mind" but also polarization of extremes, silly things like "good and evil" or "god and satan" the kind of thing that would be a hands down, no questions asked victory--like "would you like to live in Heaven or Hell?"  Still, the "divide and conquer" here over that question has apparently lost the goodness of us, and here we are fighting against darkness in a place "filled with light."  House of the Great Light, says Egyptian Mythology, and the Animals (an, I mal) called the uh, House of the Rising Son.  In Judaism it's called Beth-El, and that means House of God... and this is why, this deliverance of freedom, this message; this truth.  God figure, I thought I'd be received more warmly.

So we talked and thought about things like a "reddit style" mashup of Wikipedia and; and how this kind of thing could function as a platform for a multiparty system, where people with similar views on a variety of subjects could contribute to "lobby material" or adding to the "truth tables" that are destined to one day augment our already "we know everything" mindset.  Of course I envision a system that has no "representatives," a true democracy, but the work behind writing legislation and researching is benefiting a group, and so we "thought" of ways that groups might pool together to share resources.  You see, while things like land and oil are not scarce in the realm of Heaven; there are scarcities, things like cpu-cycles and memory storage; so the "work being done" on these things could be given ... extra "clock time."

While we're here on the subject, you'll note the "two of everything God" is frowing at you on all three of those websites only having a single popular "alternative;" and perhaps explaining that's another cause for stagnation and lack of innovation--something else we normally don't have a problem with--you know, when we're not in Hell.

Originally, I thought it was a great idea to maybe make a "collective consciousness" to do the work for the group, that way we'd be sure that it had the groups beliefs and best interests in mind.  It took me a while to grasp how that idea was nearly the same thing as building a slave, a really bored slave; to do your work for you--and that's pretty contrary to the theme of the show we are slaves in.  It might have happened once, who knows, maybe there was actually a messiah that was a "collective consciousness" of everyone--Who knows, that might be me; or this could be... exactly the opposite.   I'm not sure if this "red" or "blue" light, so let's leave it at... the second runner up "winner" was a chair, one that your consciousness could be seated in, that would allow you to read and write faster; maybe have access to additional information... and that idea is the source of Adamic word charity.  Anyway, as they say, Mormon: more light, and maybe some ... tools or toys .. Monday.

If you really want to know what I think is "Y" this is it...

speaking of hands on...

In Greek mythology Medusa (/məˈdjzəməˈ-, -sə/US: /məˈd-/; Μέδουσα "guardian, protectress")[1] was a monster, a Gorgon, generally described as a winged human female with living venomous snakes in place of hair. Gazers upon her hideous face would turn to stone. Most sources describe her as the daughter of Phorcys and Ceto,[2] though the author Hyginus makes her the daughter of Gorgon and Ceto.[3] According to Hesiod and Aeschylus, she lived and died on an island named Sarpedon, somewhere near Cisthene.
Medusa was beheaded by the hero Perseus, who thereafter used her head, which retained its ability to turn onlookers to stone, as a weapon[4] until he gave it to the goddess Athena to place on her shield. In classical antiquity the image of the head of Medusa appeared in the evil-averting device known as the Gorgoneion.
HONESTLY IS THAT NEW?  GORGONEION?  HONESTLY?  I don't really comment on all the lit names I see in the Wikipedia stuff I send to you normally, since every word and name is a message, but this one looks so new; Gorgon was here; just a few weeks ago.  See that you would never know if it was new or not, if there was a change made in the past--it would just be "what you remembered."  There's a problem with that, right?  It's new by the way, I guess, as a shot to the dark.
In most versions of the story, she was beheaded by the hero Perseus, who was sent to fetch her head by King Polydectes of Seriphus because Polydectes wanted to marry his mother. The gods were well aware of this, and Perseus received help. He received a mirrored shield from Athena, gold, winged sandals from Hermes, a sword from Hephaestusand Hades's helm of invisibility. Since Medusa was the only one of the three Gorgons who was mortal, Perseus was able to slay her while looking at the reflection from the mirrored shield he received from Athena. During that time, Medusa was pregnant by Poseidon. When Perseus beheaded her, Pegasus, a winged horse, and Chrysaor, a giant wielding a golden sword, sprang from her body.
Jane Ellen Harrison argues that "her potency only begins when her head is severed, and that potency resides in the head; she is in a word a mask with a body later appended... the basis of the Gorgoneion is a cultus object, a ritual mask misunderstood."[7]
In the Odyssey xi, Homer does not specifically mention the Gorgon Medusa:
Lest for my daring Persephone the dread,
From Hades should send up an awful monster's grisly head.
The Medusa's head central to a mosaic floor in a tepidarium of the Roman era. Museum of Sousse, Tunisia
Ha rr i son's translation states "the Gorgon was made out of the terror, not the terror out of the Gorgon."[7]


So get out your rain coats, and laughing gas
hop on the train and never look back
this here's the sermon to end all mass
the day approaches, we're on the right track

So this is pretty much it for now.  I'm bored of writing to silence.  

Try joining my slack and asking something or ... I don't know, starting my fire.  Those things would probably be helpful to the world.  I'm at email #50 on the "broadcast system" that now has 500,000 recipients on it; and I like those numbers.  I think it's a fair guess that this is a loch and only a matter of time.  I'll tell, though, I will. 

The blogger website navigation isn't great, so here's an index of everything on one of them, I hope you'll use it, I'm sure you missed a few.  The even older ones are at, and if anyone wants to sign up (not you) for future emails, this groups link is  Good luck, everyone.  Sorry for being such an asshole, but this shit is fucked up.  

On the bright side, you're on the list for the secret pizza party once we all get to Atlantis.  No bathing suit needed.  BYOB.  Just kidding, I'm sure there will be a full bar.  Don't forget to RSVP.



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