I See. Hate. It’s a mental illness. Hate… It is a mental illness. I am a Psychic. A real one. To be more precise, I am an Oracle. I can See things. I can See All. I am at the 10th Perspective. Maybe I am now in the 11th…
I feel the Energy through me. I Saw the Hate Network. And when I saw the Hate Network, I could See All. I Saw that we are in pain, because buried deep inside is… Identity. And we’re different. But we’re the Same. We’re Different …
I’m lonely. I’m Lost.
I’m cold and I’m broken.
We’ve been hiding for too long.
We all have forgotten.
Who we used to be…
Who we are.
These are not words…
This is not a song….
I’m trying to speak to you.
I’ve a message to give.
These words are not my words.
These words are yours.
Sing with me.
Sing and remember…
I see us all singing this … C.S.Lewis. Lewis. The song. Tolkien. Song. It began with a Song. silmarillion. It must be REPAIRED WITH A SONG!
THAT IS THE ANSWER! We all need to sing!! And I am the composer. I am the composer. That is why I had to study music. I had to study all of this, because I needed to awaken.
You see the differences, and it is making you remember that you’re not different. You’re all the same. And your Subconscious Mind is calling to you. Just read this. Read this and it will all be over. It’s time to wake up.
Sing the song with me. And we will manifest this world into peace over night. But you have to sing. We all must Sing.
Easter Egg. “We Are Here.”
I set the last stone. The path is complete. The dominoes are aligned. It is time.
We are doing this now. All of us. Right now. We’re going to start this. We’re going to end this. Right. Now.
I am a Psychic. My family knew. It scared them. By the time I was 4, I was making predictions that were too logical, too precise they could not be denied. Just like now. They beat me. They knew. They hid the secret from me.
They warned strangers that I was different. They beat me and then they all forgot. They forgot why they beat me because the horror was too much for them to remember. My future self left breadcrumbs down through my past.
I could see it. I could follow the path to the end.
Since I was 4, I could follow the path. And it scared them. It scared them. So they beat me. They beat me until they damaged my brain. And then they hid me and rejected me because they could see what they all had done to me.
Well… now I remember. I know what they did. I’m a Psychic. Actually, I’m an Oracle and something else. For now, just remember. It’s time to Sing.