For the readers. I sometimes write to relax. A piece I started a few years ago whilst going through a rather dark phase after my father died and began reading about the various themes supported strongly on various conspiracy websites, which shall remain nameless of course
At the time, the seemingly endless suffering and sudden surge in cancer diagnoses created anger at the lack of meaningful treatment and the feeling that something wasn’t all it seemed to be.
This proved to be my own form of Catharsis.
FOR THEY LIVE.
The Year is 2021.
I Will begin before I get thirsty for some more Jack Daniels No.7..If you wondering why you should read the journal of a Jack Daniels drinking old hermit hiding in a working crematorium, think again..You need to know. This Dystopian Hell needs destroying..
The old quote..
“..I didn’t speak out and when they came for me, there was no one left to speak for me “, is sometimes too true.
Don’t be one of the blind, be one of the Few who seeks answers. Be one who finds some ! Everyone wants the Truth but everyone is afraid to be honest…The Time is always right to do what is Right…
” The healthy man does not torture others, more than often it is the tortured who interns into the torturers.”
A couple of memorable historic speeches before I start.
” One day after I am long gone, you will remember and say, we should have stopped the nuclear programme of Israel,abolished the Federal Reserve and kicked out secret societies, occultists, usurpers and Zionists out of our wonderful Country to keep it that way but it is never too late, just remember that ”
1917 – 1963 R.I.P
” A nation can survive its fools and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. For the traitor appears not as a traitor but speaks in accents familiar to his citizens and wears their faces and arguments.
He appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation and works secretly to undermine the pillars of the city, infecting the body politics so that it can no longer resist. ”
106 – 43 BC R.I.P
Two very wise men. Did we learn anything from them? Maybe now but then, NO !
Just a heads up, if I start using profane language, blame Uncle Jack, he’s such a bad influence.
It started in 2014 with the preplanned Confiscation Movement and ended up here in 2021, total Dystopia, ruled over by insidious and heartless Overlords whilst RFID populations Worldwide, slaved in dire inhuman conditions.
Mensentio fed the World to death and cancerous tumours, Big Pharma, supported by the corruptible Laws of the Lands, enforced the daily consumption of Goodness and Newspeak ruled the Airwaves.
The Truth needs to be heard. Our voice must get out.
Men still carry False Flags. People still eat from the fruits of the Beast. The Rich still live in gilded palaces. The Hell on Earth is here, if the Truth gets out maybe the ” Change we clamoured for in 2013 might happen” # FREEDOM
We were warned by Foreshadowing. Open your Eyes, Wake up for THEY LIVE.
I am a refugee in a funeral home, my last hiding place from a long line of others, hidden from sight by occupying a secret compartment in the furnace room, protected by the lead lined walls from hand held or drone thermal scanners.
Items in room, beat down leather chair, chunks of polyurethane foam oozing out of its torn areas, a large dark wooden table, stained with unknown substances enmeshed into the grain colouring the worn surface, names scratched into the dirty filthy surface with primitive implements standout, ironically Robert Olmstead been one !!!
H. P. Lovecraft would have smiled all the way from his watery fourth dimension home in the legendary Innsmouth if he knew.
A beaten old black Remington typo dominates the desk, reams of faded A4 paper rustling the table legs like old lovers, a half drunk bottle of Jack Daniels sits unencumbered by the silence, twinkling in its golden hue created by the only means of light in the room, a rapidly fading yellow altar candle. A bundle lays undisturbed upon the grimy floor ready for battling the dark when needed.
Nearby in silence waiting to also be drunk with need, glistens, more Uncle Jacks, sleeping remedy for long nights and heavy days, medicinal of course.
Electricity no longer trusted for smart meters will alert the 4 Reich Death Squads.
Hardly home from home but wanted men can’t be fussy as they say in certain circles.
If you live in the South of Oceania, and are stuck in your rural self contained prisons, here’s what we have to contend with…Just a brief overview…
Attack dogs and guards stand on every street corner, hand scanners at the ready.
If you are not showing your RFID chip when processed then FEMA awaits… The black heavily armoured vans hidden from view with wrist and ankle chains, will readily accommodate you…
People line up to pass through the many checkpoints that occur every 100 meters. Pre-Crime cameras clinging to every surface above two meters…Watching, always analysing.
New studies into deoxyribonucleic acid ( DNA ) has identified the ” Criminal ” gene, if you are scanned and the gene is identified..FEMA awaits….
Drones pollute the smoky air, scanning buildings with thermal imaging cameras, observing numbers and collecting the names of persons in the properties as they fly past…
My story is going out for the masses..to YOU..using now expensive paper and an old typo (typewriter to the generation of gadget freaks) Remington rocks!!…
Anything electronic can be traced and erased. The old ways are the best…..Read my tale and learn…WAKE UP…
Nada and Frank Armitage tried…now its my turn………WAKE UP….. For They Live………
Noises from the perimeter scanners indicating the hybrid transhumanist attack dogs are nearby.
Sometimes write for we must!