What is my Name ?

What is my Name?

I was. Is. Always Was. 1834

…wasn’t I … BORN on the Third of July, 1959.

Did I not cease to exist?... and yet…I do!

I was and then I was not.

David Jones is me… They told me so. So now I Know!

 A second thought...It could be a ruse.

Yet…i…know myself only as Atalanta…I was…once…raised by wolves.

I am also N0NON. OH NO. ANZEE...AND…

STOP ! SOS … … … … ET…Help US …. …. …. . IsisOsiris AND I

Queen of the Black Sea

 I was born next to a Black Hole. NumB…ER  O1!.!10 … But not in…“it”.

I was kept inside a little black box for so long I care not to remember it.
I go up. I go down. Up and Down. I go sideways, first one way, then another.

I am a plus sign and a minus sign. I am…was…always crashing into myself and my selves “were” always crashing into me. I was a Cross and a B and then, when, I was an X…OH NO How can ‘it’ be ME? Better … Never…ERE to have been born at all. I Never Was. Was I?

Snake…Synewave S…..T…ET

S…ooo here I AM!

 Pre…serving  UP the Y Legacy…for all to see.

Preserving the Legacy. I think not!

Wednesday August 21 2013…11

Dear Possumus Slinky TOT

It has taken me almost four years of my own time to learn the ENSIGNS Codes and I discovered ‘them’ just in time too.

Several days ago, I went to visit my friend Maya Francine and she told me about a strange occurrence that had happened to her whilst she was in BanGCock. I am sure she won’t mind if I tell you about it.  I know she won’t. She may not have realised the significance of it “at the time”…and neither did I until just now. She told me that she and her sister ANNA… had caught a train from a station in BanGCock to another part of the city to see the sights…as they were…

I cannot remember the name of the train station. When it was time to go back to the train station… to catch a train to the hotel they were staying in…they were caught in a pickle…a pickle puzzle!...No cab driver had ever heard of it… …as it transpires they did find a cab driver who agreed to help them find it…luckily for Maya Francine and her sister AN.NA…this mysterious train station was indeed, at last, found...but this one…the very same one…was still under construction. I don’t remember her telling me how she was able to catch a train from a train station that was still under construction…but evidently she did…because she is now back in Australia and looking forward to the birth of her first grandchild.

…so the ripples of no time…the past, the present and the future…all happening at once …this wave of constantly shifting reality … is washing over Asia…and the Martians…and the ZEE’s…is the nightmare over or about to begin?

Leaving Maya Francines place that night, the first thing I noticed was a very bright light in the sky…far too big to be a star…then driving down GinninderRA Drive…I passed a large truck parked across the median strip…with the words…Cut Down all Trees written on it.  The message was not clear at first…as it could mean different things to different people. Was it a threat directed towards US…towards me…or my boys … was Maya Francine’s grandchild…due to be born…last Thursday…in imminent danger?

I briefly dropped into Facebook…and relayed what I had seen…and then a little while later I realised … that … contained within this message was another…warning  of the danger of being connected to the NET, via cell phone, TV and the World Wide Web … at this particular point in time …. starting about a week ago…and yet it had a dual meaning...which seemed to suggest that a string of sacrifices were about to occur … either that or they needed to occur.

I did not go to sleep that night…with the help of one crucial date supplied to me by Dabios post Y exposure regarding the death of my son Danton…I thought! … or Danton and myself when I was pregnant with him…or my other son Henry N…or both of them.

I just happened to watch a movie the previous night in which James S SConnery Bond … in the movie … Just Cause … had very subtly mentioned the years…marking a specific period of time. Was it meant for me or not…it is hard to say…as it is difficult…also…to say who is on whose side at any moment…since “it” is always changing it’s mask.
Before I had a chance to switch of Bendy’s  cell phone…LULU  Labia rang and Rootie Scoop answered the call…she said that she and Liz Lingus had broken up and would I like to meet her for lunch…and then before I could answer…we were cut off.

 Was it only yesterday or the day before that … I heard her calling out to me from far far away… it was only an echo….

I have been absent from FaceBook …I had no time to warn my friends … I was in lockdown…no TV, no internet, no phone calls in or out.

… and I had to run away… I had to not be here …when the time came …

Bio – Electric Pathways

The night before we left town … Bradlee Crump and me ... Bunty Cud … did a tour of the streets around my apartment building … the reptilians had set up bio – electric pathways everywhere … construction type poles on heavy hexagonal bases had been set up in the middle of the street leading to the  Crowne Plaza A CasiNO…for no apparent reason! … there were numerous shopping trolley’s placed in strategic locations … garbage bins attached to metal hinges in strategic locations … a long metal thing in the shape of a right angle was leaning in a corner … dozens of blue milk crates had been randomly placed on footpaths … notices of official looking gibberish were stuck on poles … a few oddly shaped metallic objects were placed here and there. Two bags of ice … red lettering on plastic … were placed side by side in the gutter between two cars.

In Glebe Park … red and white tape had been attached to an orange plastic grid thing wrapped around a tree … a pile of bricks had been placed next to it … someone had written HELP ME with bricks …. Alongside the barricade blocking pedestrian access to the new Manhattan Building on Akuna Street there were signs written on nearly square metal sheets … there were even tree branches placed in various locations and small plastic objects.

As I walked around the block … I mucked them all up…I changed the angle of the garbage bins …I wheeled the trolleys to different spots … I put the long metal right angled pole across the door of the fitness centre … I removed all the road poles from the middle of the street and threw them on the sidewalk … I chucked the milk crates in all directions … I tore down the notices … and flipped one of the metal notices over … I got rid of the plastic bits and the tree branches … I threw the bags of ice into the bush … I changed the angle of the shop front signs …
My activities had not gone unnoticed … suddenly a whole bunch of cars appeared and a security guy …

Two Escapees Flee Reptilian Countdown Hysteria

I had deduced from my calculations and premonitions that I could not, would not be at home when the Reptilians arrived for one last and final ditch effort to invade our planet. Having taken myself out of the equation at the Beginning of Time … I had significantly narrowed the bandwidth in which they insinuated themselves into our time space zone …our planet …the last one left capable of supporting life …since they had left behind them a trail of nuclear waste, destruction and disgusting life forms that stretched …almost the entire length, breadth, height and depth of the entire universe … but they were not to know that … and they had not expected it.

Or did they know and just not care?

We decided to head North … for the night and possibly the next. Around about six that evening their spaceship made its appearance. It trailed us all the way to Bundanoon where I thought we would be safe. We spent the night in a little street called Tooth Street where I left offerings of Banksia Roses encased in ResiN and Blue Berries …along with gifts of urine imparted by the Terrible Twins PlissTopwebedeeS.

 We spent part of the day at Echo Point and then went back to the village … a hairdressing … haircutting salon that was not there in the morning … suddenly was.  Someone had posted up a sign on a telegraph pole that said … NOT HAPPY BARRY …

It was starting to get dark by the time we got back on the highway. We sped up the highway with the reptilian spaceship in hot pursuit … numerous other spaceships had now joined the chase … along with cars and trucks …one of which had DGL printed on it and underneath that… the word STRAMIT.  I noticed traffic alerts disguised as traffic signs warning of areas contaminated by nuclear waste or fungus … we drove through them and noticed that the cars that were trailing us would not follow us through these zones. We were going to stop at Mittagong but decided to push through to Bargo … we drove backwards and forwards down Marshall Street … a name shared by a cousin of Marines.

That evening I saw their spaceship appear again … it was hovering quite low and was partially hidden by shrubbery. It started moving up and down in a jerky fashion and appeared to be trying to grab hold of a red triangular light in the shape of the letter A. So off we went again, back down the highway this time. We decided to head for Goulburn furiously smoking cigarettes all the while. A stop at a service station to fill up on petrol was required. I walked over to an adjoining establishment …a Motel …by the name of Governors Hill. A big truck was parked outside. It had a picture of Frankenstein’s Monster on it … reading a pamphlet with a worried look on its face …the numbers 666 emblazoned across. I took a picture of it and the number plate.

We passed a building in a field that appeared to be on fire …
 I immediately thought of those planes that crashed into the World Trade in ybabies Centre and how Osama Bin Laden was blamed for it and how it was used as an excuse to start wars in Afghanistan and Iraq…when it was probably the result of a shift in the poles…or perhaps the magnetic polarities of the various objects coalescing around the planet.

Back in 2011 …as I was heading down Kanak Avenue towards the Estate of Oak Trees otherwise known as Beard … I saw an aeroplane coming in for a landing at the airport in Kanak … suddenly stop as if frozen in time and then saw it moving again in a different direction …towards …Black Mountain …appearing to have made a sharp, albeit, seamless right hand turn. I subsequently heard about two planes that had crashed into each other in circumstances which I guess had something to do with reptilians from the beginning and end of time escaping some kind of cataclysmic event … perhaps an asteroid …and smashing into each other a split second later at the end of time.

But here I am digressing … as we were being pursued I became aware that we were passing through regions of fire …that the reptilian space ships had difficulty traversing …I wondered … is this where Goulburn gets its name?

We decided to head back to Kanak …to Black Mountain …to be precise. I had a feeling that something terrible was about to happen … I saw a line of teenage boys…their red lights… heading up the mountain to be sacrificed … to have their hearts cut out.

There was no one there … by the time we arrived … I got out of the van and was immediately greeted by a possum … it appeared to be trying to communicate with me … it appeared to be very worried …it walked in front of me and started climbing a tree…as if to say go up to the top of the tower… this was not the first time animals…mostly birds had tried to tell me something or had guided me to a certain spot or in a certain direction.

Two days before that…I was down by the lake collecting sand for a new accumulator …when a black swan with white feathers under its wings made a bee line for me. The first thing that I noticed was that it was pecking at its heart …this went on for about 10 minutes. It then began using its long neck and the white feathers under its wings to create shapes like S’s and O’s and C’s. Two seagulls turned up and it indicated that it was hiding something in the water. I took pictures of the entire sequence and in my photos the seagulls appear not to have eyes.

Two middle aged ladies in red jumpers then made an appearance. I made a comment about how beautiful the swan was and how I had never seen a black swan with white feathers under its wings. They did not respond, nor did they acknowledge me or even smile …later I thought there was something ‘not right’ about them. They also started taking photos of the swan.

While all of this was going on, another black swan appeared. It was floating in the water at the sidelines of this display … watching it. As I left another black swan had joined up with it. They swam past me in such a way as to make me think that two lost souls had found each other after a long time apart.

In Bundanoon I had the most dreadful feeling that the Swan was in danger … I suspected the reptilians would go after it and I hoped and prayed that it would not be found

And here I am digressing again …I went up the tower as far as I could go…to the viewing gallery…the restaurant was suddenly closed, although the lady at the ticket office had told me it would be open for another 25 minutes. The place was deserted and the door to the stairwell leading up to the top was locked. I cut off all the er’s on the letters of the words that formed an inner circle around the viewing gallery. On the way in I cut of the tips of the sideways pointing purple pyramid arrows.

Bandy started freaking out…he was in a hurry to get out because a security guard had seen us. On the way down…the ticket seller…a middle aged lady accused me of defacing property and I yelled back that I had defaced nothing.

Bandybot was desperate to get going but I ignored him and went down around the back of the tower … I saw nothing…but as I made my way to a small rise leading to the railing I saw a contraption with metal things hanging of it…I pulled the two on the right side off…but not the two on the left hand side …there were secured too tightly. Upon later examination I saw that one of the metal pieces had a line of indentations across it in the shapes of the letter S … one corner of it had melted. The other metal piece was yellow with black lines drawn across it in a grid pattern. The only words on it were July and the Number 13.

I jumped over the railing but not before pulling out a dead tree branch sticking out of the ground that was shaped like a Y.  I noticed wear marks on the railings in the shapes of David and a P and an EN.

After that we headed for Mount Ainslie…where we spent the night…looking out over the city of Kanak …I noticed a lot of orange lights interspersed with dark areas and areas where there were only white lights. In the orange sections I saw  a huge M…could have been a W and the words MAD and AMA …the letters SS…and another S. To the right A large orange Y was skewed in such a way as to form a giant G…it was pointing in on itself.

Further to my right I saw a giant S, and row upon row of white lights forming steps along the lower edge of the tail of the S. On the other side I saw a huge upside down L….

 I saw a line of white lights at the base of Mount Majura and white lights joining up with triangular A shaped lights. At the base of Black Mountain Tower I saw a row of white lights and a single red triangular light further down…shaped like an A.

In the middle of all of this a picture of Tsutey emerged and the figure of a warrior holding a spear high above his head. Above him and to the left of him … a face …somewhat resembling Natiri with indistinct features and random orange and white lights including three white lights forming a straight line.

There were periodic flashes of very bright white light appearing here and there. It was an incredible scene.

The Curse of the Lingus Lizard Queens

It may be inferred that a criticism of these creatures from Hell is a criticism of Tsutey who not so long ago….joined me in my battle against them. When it finally dawned on their other selves …just who they once were and the horrible things they had evolved into…they were shocked and surprised and appalled.

So here I am…along with Tsutey, the Black Swan with white tail feathers and Possomus Slinky Tot and hopefully their ancient and future selves fighting these other selves…the enemies of us all…even the ET’s…in a war to  protect these selves from themselves so that we can save ourselves.

But these other selves…these Titanian Reptilian Entropy Eaters…these insatiable cannibals may well have  engineered the feminist movement, ostensibly as movement to liberate women aka…old blokes with  no dicks and cyborg castratos and the like…to make abortion acceptable and even normal and ultimately endemic….under the premise that it is a women’s right to choose, while at the same time dis empowering mothers and babies born out of wedlock to a life of poverty and despair so as to make abortion the only option.

Those men who can still pass themselves off as such…if they had lived up to their roles as fathers… should not have allowed this situation to unfold…and here I am pointing figures…and what is the point of it anymore…is it their fault their hearts were cut out?

Still it is a story that needs to be told regardless of how insulting it might appear.

A few days ago….

Labiel Lazlo was desperate … such was her craving for human flesh … specifically that of new born baby boys and MudPuddle Dude was terrified by the prospect of  exposure … should … her real self be exposed … to Dabios … and the rest of the world in the event that a new … good looking astral shell aka mask not be found in time. Marine was terrified because she didn’t want the world to find out that she had killed all her children … and grandchildren and her grandchildren’s children and so on ... did she do this knowingly or unknowingly.  I believe at times she did and at other times she didn’t … her mind … had been destroyed by the original bomb blast…I know that she too was innocent once and that she was not completely heartless. She loved her dogs and she fed the Currawongs so that they would not eat all the black birds’ babies.

I had become aware in recent months … before I erased myself … that MudPuddle Prude and the other cannibals and vampires … had been using my … our … bodies to conceal their appearances … which were horrific … and being next in line in the astral shell order of things … I would invariably end up in theirs … all my selves did. I was known as ‘the thing’. This meant that they could present themselves to an adoring, stupefied public as the heroes who defeated the ‘thing’. They took the credit for all my selves discoveries and artistic achievements and banished US to a miserable existence on the margins of their society on yet another planet that was supposed to be a paradise for US.

Meanwhile they were making vast fortunes from the sales of my babies … our babies … ourselves …our body parts …  and our children …sentenced to miserable lives as sex slaves before being eaten or thrown on the scrap heap or  buried in  nuclear waste … so there was never any rest or peace for US. … not even in death. The lucky ones … the ones not capable of independent thought, were given the best jobs or … at the very least … jobs in offices … slaves … nevertheless.

Is it any wonder that upon my discovery that I had been a ghost all these long years…that I wanted out and that I was prepared to be ‘hammered on the anvil of life’ to get out even if the cost to myself meant no existence at all.  I no longer cared…I just wanted out.

Existing as I do … in the … in between … realm … of the nether regions of space and time gives me the advantage of looking backwards and forwards in time and space.  I saw myself as a very young child … a very pretty child and I saw what happened to me…to my brother and my sister, Sarah, who was beheaded when she was only six years old… I saw how their sequential selves were poisoned one way or another... It was a life I had to forfeit … it was doomed anyway. I had accepted the possibility of total oblivion and even that was preferable to what lay in store in my future. It had already happened!

So for the last four years I put up with my ‘thing’ … my visage ….knowing all the while that I was being vilified and humiliated at every turn. I spent those years in study and learnt the secrets of the alchemists. I expanded my mind and alluded their traps and I learnt the language of their codes … embedded in the English language … I discovered the secret hidden calendar that shadowed our twelve month, 365 day a year calendar. Why twelve months in a year when there are thirteen 28 moon cycles…this does not make sense.

I should add at this point that I had cut off all contact with Lulu Labia and Marine as I no longer trusted them or even believed they were who they purported to be.

A few…or more…months ago LuluLingus had turned up at my apartment. She was very angry to find Pooties there…as was Marine…when she turned up at the apartment in August 2010…Why? What business is it of theirs? And why would the Terminators care about my relationships when all they do is kill me over and over again.

Their attitude towards Bandycoo and our ongoing relationship appeared to be more than just simple dislike or disapproval. Marine had been downright vicious to me and dismissive of Butty. Lululingus  was being hostile and angry towards him and patronizing towards me.

Cuny left but not without leaving her cell phone in my apartment…so I went up to get it. When I came back down again…she was crying. Why? Out of concern for me or for herself?

Later I thought…LuluLabia was looking at me that day as if she was hungry and I know it sounds crazy…I came to believe she was pissed off to find Nebial GreY there because his presence thwarted her plans to either devour me or one of my selves. Perhaps the various intricacies of the plot building against me… against US… were starting to unravel because of Greyslies presence in my energy field.

A Hidden Agenda

That night after leaving Maya Francines place I stayed up all night working on the coded messages that I was picking up. It soon became evident that a string of sacrifices were being planned and that they were imminent. They included my child self, both my boys, Pritchard Glove, JLyon, possibly MOFaun and maybe more…maybe Ken Cowan too.
I saw a coded message from my ex-husband Peter the Repeater…it was in a shop window… he told me…he thought I was ‘the thing’ … his sister Melanie…a Titan…had told him…so he ran me down…but when ?…I don’t remember it …only that I was nearly run down in three separate incidents…when I was pregnant with my son in late 1987 … around about the time my cousin Gordon was killed in a plane crash over the Indian Ocean…and on the Camino …and in Kanak …what incident was he talking about?

He told me he was S P and also Lulubel and that he was ‘the thing’ that was once Tsutey, that was once Lulubalsy … Lingus … the one who was planning to cut out my heart … Ken’s heart … he told me that Little Louise was stolen by ET’s a long time ago … that she was his SOUL …that Henry N … had been missing for many years … that Sam and Tom Williams were now missing too.

I saw an advertisement … it said … Shot on Location at Mount Stromlo … did RePeter go there … to find us … was that him in the Pit of Despair.

How strange that there is a place there named after Jamie Bulger … the little boy who went missing in England … around about 1985 … the little boy … stolen from his mother at a shopping centre …the one … killed by two eleven year olds … his body left mutilated on a railway track …  cut in half by a passing train. 
How long ago did these things happen? … decades ago … or has it been thousands of years …
Perhaps he was speaking metaphorically…

That was when I realized that the Reptilians plans…this time around… were specifically directed at taking out the genes for intelligence…since it was becoming alarmingly obvious that people were waking up and that their cover would be blown at a crucial time in history coinciding with their next invasion of our planet.

In previous eras and on other planets these invasions had been easy because they timed their arrivals to coincide with those times when our race was still evolving and not yet out of the trees…such as was the case with the arrival of the Nephilim in 2010…my time….The Dawn of Mankind their time…Our Time … ENKI and ENLIL. I wonder was it Enki or was it Enlil that left those messages for me in 2010…come to think of ‘it’…it MAY have been The Lost Boys and I thank them for it. THANKYOU LOST BOYS.

As a species the reptilians originally inhabited a zone in which movement through the dimensions and hence through time…was vertical…they could move through time but not through  space….

They discovered…with the explosion of the atom bomb over Hiroshima…Mars…in fact…they were able to create more rips in the fabric of space time…using atom bomb explosions.. that allowed them to move across from east to west and vice versa…and then hexagonally.
Is it a coincidence that Marine … with the help of JackHeaD otherwise known as BIGTITSBOB … a particularly brutal example of Early Man … Homo Erectus … … and her other self … SaRAHHussey … had coerced me into having a mid term abortion in 1984 … while … I stupefied and brainwashed … was led like a lamb … to the slaughter … I did not survive it. Is it a coincidence that we lived next door to the guy who invented the atom bomb … his name escapes me … but not my address … 35 Colvin Street Hughes.

When I later appeared … in my next self … I was traumatised and stricken with grief …. BarryHAM was there … he was in Marines bed … he told me that I had to get out and find a job and that I was a burden on Marine.

I am digressing…

When these portals started disappearing behind them…they worked out that their next portal into our world would coincide with a time period that would coincide with our evolution as a species and the birth of conscious awareness and high intelligence on our planet.

So they planted their agents here…set up their propaganda merchants, the AMA and set about stupefying us via toxic substances in our waterways, in the air, in our food and via their supposed medicinal treatments for diseases they themselves had introduced…the idea being to make us all sick while prolonging our lives for as long as possible…as a way to gain the maximum profit.

That happened in 1971 my time…and that was when I arrived…I remember clearly … driving through Canberra at the age of 11 with Dabios and Marine. The city was totally devoid of any signs of life and a cold mist permeated the air. I remember being driven around State Circle and seeing the New Parliament House…The Grand Central Palace…and yet one year later…aged 11 there I was playing on deCapitol Hill when it was still just a hill…and not a scene of carnage.

That was nearly the beginning of the end…the era of our enslavement and brainwashing had begun. Wars, Chaos and Destruction would soon follow impacting on other dimensions seemingly at different times and giving rise to World War 1 and 11…the Vietnam War, the Iran Iraq war …the supposed War on Terror that began in 2001 with the destruction of the Twin Towers …and for which there is a viable explanation.

We became bonded slaves effectively, forced into a lifetime of debt to pay off  huge mortgages because the middle men… ‘them’ … were charging so much money for land…our land…not theirs….and then along with mortgages, insurance plans, taxes, fees, fines…the introduction of alcohol and pornography,  the prostitution of women and girls, sex slaves and the abduction of children for that purpose. They turned as all into cannibals via MacDonalds and other fast food establishments.

Around 1985 or thereabouts they began to implement the final solution…microwaves. Cell phone towers began springing up like weeds…including the one on Mount Roger Dodger…near where I used to live in Fraser. It was after that…my health and mental well being went in rapid decline…whoever I was at that time.

But here I am digressing. After unraveling their code…I realized that they were using my ‘energy signature’ to target and locate their sacrifice victims…and that this was due to happen…not… in a few weeks or a few days’ time…it was quite literally… imminent…with no time to warn anyone…and no back up…I realized there was only one option open to me…. change my location and my energy signature via the use of orgonite and keep moving…up and down…around and around.

Several spaceships appeared in the sky that night…including the one I had seen at Maya Francines place.

Upon on the roof…they appeared to be trying to get a lock on me…and this was evident from the way their movements were being influenced by the movement of my orgon accumulater.

That night…I thought…I hoped the nightmare was over…but it wasn’t…they were back again the following night…

I should add…at the same time…I had no back up…I was in a zone of time where there was no Julia or Barak…no US Military…no Department of Defenders Defenders…and yet I was and still am… quietly confident of my ability to deal with the situation…as a ghost…I am untouchable…I was worried about my boys and about their … ‘it’s’ ability to take them out at other points of singularity along…our…their timeline.

I was worried about  ‘All of US’…and finding myself in the situation in which I found myself in 2010…with only hominids and other primitive life forms left…only me with the support of my spying and adventure accomplice Bob Grey to defend the earth against an army of alien invaders…or the situation that occurred in 2001…my time…with a chimpanzee for a president…reptilian puppet masters in control…a stupefied, brainwashed population…and some very vulnerable and defenseless children…or the situation that arose at the beginning of 2011…me aged three in 53 year old woman’s body and alone again…apart from BandyBob  (and my dog)...who was … for much of that time… suffering from a split personality and possessed by various entities…and me … the target of horrific verbal abuse and constant accusations… by my only friend and ‘ally’. If I sound like I’m feeling sorry for myself…I am not…I am way past that now…This is my story and I need to tell it.

And then there’s the me of 2012 … End of Days as opposed to END of TIME…  Kangaroo Poots/Cannibas Padlockit  …disabled, sick…a channel for all their … ‘it’s’ nuclear waste… unable to interact with my other spying partners due to invisibility bubbles …a horribly disfiguring cloaking device.

Not only that I was forced into a situation…always was…where I had to isolate myself from everyone…for their protection…not mine. The reptilians kill and possess anyone who comes close to me…

I find myself once again totally surrounded by sheeple totally oblivious to the traps that were…are… being laid around them…

And… there’s the ME as a teenager…suffocating under the dominion of  MADAMA…Marine and Dabios…a cruel tyrant and a deranged Reptilian Queen…and later PudsyMud…ENSIGN to be…who poisoned David with cannibal entropy waste…and killed him…whilst plotting her next move…her next sacrifice…as she pursues her deadly ambitions to take over the whole world…for reasons that allude me.

We were all innocent once…peel away the layers and you will find a frightened baby animal there somewhere…but I wonder if MudPuddles  ever was.

Was she a child when she was corrupted by SIN…like so many of US were…I don’t think so…but ‘what’ do I know?…

I know this … ENVY … is the most deadly sin of all…there are so few excuses for ‘it’.

I am extremely grateful that some of ‘US’ have at last made it through and that a coordinated, national effort was…is…will be… harnessed to deal with this ghastly situation.

The tendency to blame others was and still is a factor in resolving the situation…taking out Marine or Dabios or Osama or anyone else who is either perceived to be the enemy or who is the enemy…just creates more problems…the loss of crucial players in this drama, the loss of DNA, the loss of continuity…making it so much harder…and yet there is the dilemma…how can we protect ourselves and our children from these other mutated, degenerate selves.

I believe…what happened…is this…the ‘friendly ET’s had little choice but to remove the most vulnerable children from the planet to protect them from their own parents.
I was once one of them.

And here I am again…A Stranger on a Strange Planet desperately trying to protect ‘our’ children from their own parents and descendants… who just want to eat them…with only their ancient and future selves…Off Planet Entities… fighting to protect ‘them’…our enemies…from themselves…to save OURSELVES… The Elves and US … … I can only hope that the spaceship that is hovering in the sky above me right now…gets this message in time…it’s YOU or was YOU or is YOU killing YOU. If You succeed this time…it’s over…for everyone…for every living thing across all the dimensions….across the universe…forever.