Synopsis
The overall aim is to use my life as a roadmap for the evil net that is cast upon victims of the new age agenda.
A Memoir
Introduction
I remember the moment clearly. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach at the thought of it, at the thought of my entire religious doctrine being false, but I wanted the truth. No matter how painful, come hell or high water, I would find religious truth.
Chapter One: A Dreamer of Dreams
I kept thinking, why do I have River Phoenix’s dead body in my closet and how did it get there? I didn’t know what to do with it, so I just left it there. I remember the dream vividly. Twenty-five years later and it still haunts me, much like the Halloween dream.
Chapter Two: First Contact
Developed by the CIA in the 1940s and 1950s under the program known as MK Ultra, psychic driving was a psychiatric procedure that involved electro-convulsive therapy and repetitive noises played on a loop to condition the patient and alter their behavior.
Chapter Three: The Viper’s Tongue
Last thing I want is to appear as rude here, openly commenting on this matter. On another note, how much of the occult do you delve into? Surely enough to attain some of the knowledge you have, but have you been reading through books and initiating yourself into it?
Chapter Four: The Flood
The cresting whitetips flooded my brain again with blinding pins and needles. Sweat poured from my skin and saturated my clothes. I don’t believe in black magic! I don’t believe in curses! I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and retreated to the garage to chain-smoke.
Chapter Five: The Lion’s Paw
My dreams became visions and telepathy became a very real threat. I was under spiritual attack, but this was no ordinary ghost. This was something that found a way inside. This was something that found a key. This was, beyond all logic, the Illuminati.
Chapter Six: Golden Idols
He was my spirit spouse, the Zeitgeber to whom my body had fallen into synch through our brain waves. My reoccurring dreams about him, the feeling that someone was in my head, my belief that he wasn’t actually dead – River was the god who had found a key.
Chapter Seven: A Girl I Used to Know
Throughout my adulthood, I began having reoccurring dreams about Magnolia Bend, nothing nightmarish, no recovered memory, just the house. Sometimes it sat empty, sometimes it was bigger, and sometimes it was exactly how I remembered it.
Chapter Eight: Finding God
I needed an anchor to settle my mind and my heart. Just like they taught in Buddhist Tantra, I needed a teacher to show me the way. I needed a conspiracy theorist who was also a preacher who was also well-versed in the occult. I found him while researching fallen angels and giants.
Chapter Nine: The Scorpion Queen
It is the perfect spiral that remains proportionate, growing bigger and bigger, seemingly, to infinity. Like the seeds in a sunflower with each new seed being formed after a turn, this is how these aliens are formed, cell by cell, rapidly evolving into these little gray men.
Chapter Ten: The Word Made Flesh
I had an idol in my heart, and that idol was pop culture. After passing through the fire, I became one with that idol, namely, River Phoenix. I ate of that same spiritual meat that resulted in his demise, and like feeding the vampire, he ate from my meat as well.
Continued Reading
I wrote my memoir sometime between 2018 to 2019. In the years following, this thing continued to weigh on me even until this current day, August 14, 2023. I still remain hopeful that an end is in sight. The blog posts featured below are the continuation of my story.
Journal Entries: Explained
I’ve provided explanations for the following journal entries highlighted below, not to save myself from my own word (God’s Word already did that) but to illustrate how this evil net works, and how my art imitated my life.
The Apple and the birdcage 