They mean business. I mean business for themselves. These are individuals in a close knit clan, dispersed all over the world, spreading mayhem and fishing in troubled waters.
You work for them. If I had a job, I would work for them. The president of the United States work for them. They own all the banks, all the money on Planet Earth.
They pull the strings in this seemingly chaotic world.
Now, one could think: kill them. But that is more of the same. They can do their dirty deeds only because the conscious awareness of people is so low. And it hasn't grown.
As a civilization we have been reduced to biological robots, and the chances of breaking out of that predicament is slim.
The scenario of the Matrix movie is both true and untrue.
In that movie, your biological piece was used as an energy cell, and only your computer character actually moved, changed location, etc.
In the real world, (no, not a hologram, as far as I can see), you are carrying around your piece. But other than that, you haven't had an original thought probably ever.
Why? Because that is how the Dark Side wants it.
Just watch yourself: you fill every waking moment with noise, brain candy, "information," so you could never have a moment of reflection where you could maybe see through the possible cracks of this hoax we are living.
Instead of "killing them" I am interested in getting to know them enough, that I can mount an effective campaign to awaken people. Some people.
I knew they existed, I felt it all my life, but
1. I had no idea if I was targeted special or everyone was as miserable as I was
2. I had no recourse: I felt totally powerless given the onslaught of miserable feelings permeating me 80% of the time.
Recently I am starting to get insights, a little differentiation, some shades of gray, a little better grip on the "game."
The first opening was when I discovered that the feelings I feel were mostly not mine.
There is a great working model that helps you understand the phenomenon if you read the amazing science fiction novel, The Mind Parasites by Colin Wilson. You probably can't get a newly printed copy, but you can always buy a used copy, it is worth it.
It will free you up enough to start coming from your power instead of your weaknesses.
One of the things I learned (and never honored, really, lol) from this book is to tread lightly... to move without noise, to not exclaim victories, to not brag, to not announce to the world that I am winning, because it immediately gets the attention of the Mind Parasites, which is an analogy of the Dark Side.
It is not me to tread lightly. I was born to be a leader, and an overt leader at that. So I have been barraged with attacks that even with the methods I have cannot be fended off.
It really did not grow into a full out attack on my person until I started to energize the water and allow others to cheaply do it themselves.
There must be something in "natural" or non-energized water that keep you a slave.
When I was young (I mean a kid) I used to have to go to a sanatorium every winter: I have a really messed up digestion system.
We were never given tap water, we had to drink pink water or pink tea. The pinking agent was a powerful sedative that reduced sexual urges and emotional outbursts to a minimum.
To test what would happen if I sneakily drank from the tap, I stopped drinking the pink water.
Making Man copulate like we are rats or some other mindless animal could be the result of the water, or something IN the water...
Now that I look back, I can see that I "calmed down" after I started to drink the Energized Water... hm. never thought about that... lol.
The trigger for this article came, because the method of attacks has changed just today.
For absolutely no reason I am getting attacks of sadness, attacks of grieving, attacks of desire to end it all.
Even with my habit to muscle test if a feeling is mine, I entertained and watched these feelings take over. I became lethargic and agitated, wanted to eat, whatever, and pick up the phone and talk to someone.
I didn't do either, I just watched. Then I muscle tested. It wasn't mine. I muscle tested if it belonged to someone else, and the surprising answer was "no." I muscle tested if I was being attacked, and the answer was yes.
I wish I knew if I am still singled out, or if the population at large is drowning in despair, sadness and grieving.
Would you mind giving me feedback? I'd appreciate it.