Sarah K. calls checking on her father. As always, I am the non-existing fly on the wall, the intruder, the enemie. The overconditioning to run their family without constant improvement, the routine to maintain the status quo is in sharp contrast to the ongoing destruction of my own family ties, they are brainwashed, they cannot see it. It’s time, it is the right time to remove myself from this mental cheese dome, it stinks. It is not worth my time, my energy or my love. There is no real love here, it’s a service. The service to fill the gap of having lost affections the ashes in an urn cannot give you anymore, the person giving it, here and now is not seen, that person is drowned in their old memories of Moo Moo, the cow. I have to take my true self somewhere else, it is not seen here, the reflection of myself in the mirror, my voice when I am talking to my friends, reminds me of who I really am. A human life in his late seventies and his family don’t have any space left in their garbage can of memories, that we all carry around. I know where I will go, I digged in mine and I found a little detail that I am going to explore. 😂🤣😂🤣😂

What a perversion, that this brainwashing routine to maintain the status quo of a family contacted my daughter behind my back, not to recognize me but to exclude me. How powerful am I, that people are so afraid of me to run such a scam, how brainwashed are they that they are playing along like marionettes, who don’t know what they are doing. Abuse of mind-control technologies.

This very journal, shows the rift, and it makes me happy to see that the global player, who is so afraid and revengeful, is being investigated.

I read this to my husband, he doesn’t say a word, eats his breakfast and does the dishes, did I ask for a confirmation, no I didn’t. We are living in the same time and place but in different consciousness tunnels. Then he asks who are you, I don’t know anything about you, what did you do when you were 16?

Rebecca P. is now virtually noticeable, how are you?

What is the house? the house and address I live in or the network thinking knod of virtual connectivity? Fix your fucking programs!

You have to leave, to prove you were there. Very funny concept. You don’t see the chair until it is gone and you have nothing left to sit on. What consciousness is that? Schrödinger’s cat?

Programmed idiots, you talk to them but they are not hearing you. They are just processing their programs like stupid machines.

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