Roll. Then Stop. And drop. It is a TL;DR.
There is SO much to this, which I've personally underwent and experieced and met with people who are in some manner or another involved. I will reveal ALL OF IT. With EVIDENCE. It was also said to me that I am feared by a particular -
although minority - in complete control of everything. I mean it feels like we have free-will doesn't it? It is astonishing. Actually, related to this on the matter of free-will. I do have it, once I am finished, ALL of life will. A free
and beautiful future where reason dictates motive and we have within us the essence or very substance which distinguishes us, perhaps (1). I do not know of other organisms consciousness nor its character in its sentience, or of its functioning on
a psychological level. (1) This is humanity. In today's world, there exists primarily "humans". They know nothing beyond what their "government" has told to them, through whichever of the available public channels commonly subscribed to or
disseminated by in whichever or however means, and fed into the common man's perceptions. My Book of course, the one titled "The NOTES!" I wrote actually without any former plans in doing any such type of thing. I had no idea what it would
turn out to be. It just began, in-fact, because I wished to express my long-standing idea of a perfect rehabilitation centre to reform a "human" back into one. This is evident in the wording which I've used in the section describing this
rehabilitation facility. It says there, something along the lines of "And now finally, I describe the rehabilitation facility which this document's sole purpose was to describe." It just so happens to be a very beneficial psychoactive feature
of methamphetamine in its capability or role and active involvement in or of the inspiring the mind. I do enjoy to say that methamphetamine is everything which the body needs, claiming that it sustains the body, inspires the mind, and invigorates
the soul. Whatever a soul is. I suppose when I say this word, I use it to refer to our complete 'self' or being. Well ... so ... it was only planned to be a short description of this rehabilitation facility, but owing to the 300mg of absolutely
fire fucking gear (methamphetamine) which I'd administered via injection into the vascular system (IV) prior to even opening my word processing software, well ... it turned out to be a HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN THAT.
With all of this being said, I will end the so called "divine" ... to my knowledge there exist six to eight members. Irrespective of this, there are many and much more people involved. Though to what I've been capable of ascertaining they are
of a lower "rank" or standing in this so-called "divine" shit storm. Here's the names of the people.
Esharnie Fernando (my ex and was ... jesus.) She told me soon following having first met each other, that I had set her free (2). I knew not
what was meant by this at that early time. I was just a guy who knew one thing with complete certainty and that was that I would develop a theory to permit the construction of a mechanism which would permit our departure into the unknown,
of course I speak of the cosmos. For the longest time, since roughly when I undertook physical chemistry at university I had developed a very strong compelling fascination to what appeard to me to be a very real and heavily interrelated
nature of the character and nature or state of existing of the fields and forces of and between that of time, and of gravity, and also of velocity. (2) I have since learnd that when Esharnie told to me that I had set her free, that it was
that she had been in hell for since the death of jesus, as such. I presume. Maybe she lived other lives in-between, this is beyond the scope of what I know. My most favourite piece which I have had the pleasure of having written is
the "TRUTH DOCUMENT" it serves to show the major shit which has been unfolding since the apparent year zero '0'.
You must ask ... What the fuck good did jesus do? I have no idea, but anal sex is hot as fuck, somewhere he states that it is a 'sin' (haha, I cannot help but hold my laughter when bringing into mind the way in which this group
expresses their manner of speech, their specific choosing of words, and the rest which goes along with it.)
Next we have Jack. I met him in Adelaide... He was from NZ, but apparently "homeless" as I was at the time. His surname I do not know. In-fact I cannot even be sure that his name is 'Jack'. Well he told me that he was evil. And that he
knew who was doing these things to me... I will tell you all just what things, stay tuned. But of course I already knew who it was, and yes; it is the person in dot point one. I have MUCH to do regarding actual INFORMATION so from here
I will keep discussion of this nature to a minimum.
We also have Felix Farquason. I just wish I had old facebook messenger transcripts... I have lost accounts and such and with that, the messenger logs. Which would have at-least served as items of evidence aiding to provide a more clear
picture of this whole ordeal.
George Kolias. Well... He used to sell me meth. Good meth, and seemed to be a good person, and character in general. But enough weird shit had happened at his residence. Eugh. I will leave that there.
Aaliya - this was some girl I met on discord. I am ommiting MANY details because I hate this shit. But it was that if I were to fall in love wit her, bad thing would begin to start happening. Well, that was a lie. Because the actual person
whom if I fell in love with disaster would begin to impact my life, was another girl. (These people don't care about anything but themselves, or their group. However large. I was told that the ratio of good to 'evil' was about even. So
on them not caring for much other than the rule of evil throughout for as I understand things as being, the entirety of the universe. As I was also told that what was happening involving ... just me. Was a first thing to ever have occur in the
universe.) So as I was gonig on to say, they are heartless, contradict themselves, they do whatever which places them at benefit. The real girl whom if I was to fall in love with is named in the next bullet point.
Szimi Bakos. No idea about her much. Just seemed entirely full of shit. But of course spoke of things which only those with some 'insider' background knowledge would understand.
Barry Grogan - Another member of this group who appear to call themselves "gods" ...
And one other which is to be the partner of Szimi. I met a guy during my stay in Perth, he told everybody that his name was Sean, now, as was the case with "Jack", it is just that for whatever particular intuitive feeling I assumed
a lack of truth in what they were proclaimed. Now Sean, he was masquerading around as if to be a fellow homeless person. Although he was known to be living with his parents. He also exclaimed that he has been payed an apparently
sizeable sum of money to kill me. I will leave this here for now and speak no more on these matters for the time being.
Now ... As with what happened in the scenario above, involving Aaliya and Szimi... There's been other impersonators as I would refer to them as. My life has been quite severely fucked up. I swear - there is no sense of doubt within my knowing
that I'd have developed the theoretical basis for this means of traversing the cosmos by means of the manipulation of our perceived perception of time at a time far earlier than now.
There also exists this brief document which I wrote out initially, quite some while ago now.
And this one, the one linked to directly above, which I never did complete although it still provides far, far greater detail than the one linked to above.
Regarding this document linked to directly above, there is a lyric from a song by Arlo Guthrie, which explains the feeling I get on the way that it was written and etc. The song which I speak of is titled "The Motorcycle Song", and it is quite amusing.
All of a sudden by accident
A string broke off my guitar
It broke you know right there
Went flying across the road that way
Wrapped itself around a yield sign
Well the sign didn't break
It didn't come out the ground
And the string stayed wrapped around it
Stayed in the other end of my guitar
Held onto my guitar with one hand
I held onto the bike with the other
I made a sharp turn off the road
Luckily I didn't go into the mountain
I went over the cliff
I was doin' 150 miles an hour sideways
And 500 feet down at the same time
Hey, I was lookin' for the cops
Cuz' you know
Hey I knew that it, it was illegal
I only just realised upon reviewing my recent updates that I posted another passage from the track which was not the one I had intended.
Here's a video featuring Arlo Guthrie performing this track.
THESE are the lines from the lyrics which I was meaning to show;
I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.
Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."
I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.
But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And it died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.