Manifestation of Blistering Thought - Part 2 Fact and Fiction Written by Norman. F.

. Fagan Cognition Acidic Dreams After nearly two weeks of major depression, I have felt a bit closer to my death than ever before. Seeking something more than the veil of silence, I have somehow nurtured my inner demons back to the outer layer of my decaying mind. I have, I have, I have, repeating my words shows signs of rot between my ears and in my thoughts. Closing my minds eyes darkening the light upon my brain will only strengthen the evil that has a hold of my spiritual being. Silver daggers pin the walls screams of hellish terror ripping through its painted flesh, deep into my REM sleep, making me run away from my acidic dream, into a reality far worse than God intended. I fear they will come for me soon, the demons that haunt my mind and soul, seeking to end my misery for I near completion, of this twisted text. Dreams, nightmares and premonitions melting into one, how am I suppose too distinguish between them, without causing harm or am I not suppose too care? Is that what their all about? Tearing down the walls of my humanity? Bringing the disease of hate to our souls, in an attempt to control our very existence through the misery of a real hell on Earth or maybe they already exceeded through my blistering mind of degrading thought upon paper. No one will act or move upon these insane declarations, until their sure its too late to do anything about it. Time for me to make a stand for a package has appeared at my door and the sounds that beckon from it tick away the remaining threads of my shattered mind. Cognition Clarity of Thoughts over Control Surfing along electronic waves across the world, I came upon an interesting point within certain obscure text. It would appear the number they claim as the beast is in fact not 666, but 616 as in a certain number of readings. Adopting the number 666 seemed to imply a darker message than the original verse number of 616. For one to assume this was an oversight, lets use my calculating method to change this to something far worse than they could ever imagine. 6 plus 1 plus 6 equals 13, this particular number has been imprinted with bad tidings ever since the creation of this symbolic way of counting wealth. To give this number a darker sense of being, is to imagine that the number itself represents a frightening truth, twelve angels and a beast will rise up onto the land and bringing with them war, for a battle in heaven wages an apocalypse for the soul purpose of possessing Earth. Other honorable mentions, is the path of prophecies and how they came to create this which they use to incite fear amongst the natives. To assume everything that is written was to come about without blinking an eye, you only need to follow the following example as to why they wont. A long hallway that comes to a split in the road, some people will chose to go left, others right and some down the middle, and lets not forget those who will stand there at the base of the injunction undecided, while a few of them consider going back. Until we can navigate the human design of free will, we cannot map this out. Each person that interacts with others

changes the course of their future and where they will go, but not all people will accept this and will do the opposite just be different. Everyone has an opinion; some are based on facts, but most are fixated around gossip flowing from media mandates of profit over truth. Headlines, front page, the more violent the piece the more profit will be generated from those wanting information regardless of how truthful it is. News as entertainment bleeds our souls from within, just like the day of his crucifixion, his blood is ours and we shall fall from grace, for not caring. To keep in mind the objective of this particular text clarifying thoughts, how exactly does one know whether theyre in control of what they say, over what others teach us? Reaction to words that make our blood boil and our skin to crawl is a test of ones true faith in teachings of non-judgmental objectives, to embrace all souls even though we may think differently. Not everyone will consider not shedding blood, as a means to embracing his will, but to enforce their own. All those wanting a better understanding of our course toward salvation or destruction, will be in the hands of those who remain after weve looked into the light of Armageddon. I like the word salvation its so close to salvage, save what little you can after the bulk has been destroyed or tossed aside because its no longer of any importance, accept in the minds of a few scavengers. They are the meek wandering the landscape gathering lost pieces of broken lives, beneath the waves, over the land and across mountain ranges. They are scattered just like the material they chase, an unrelenting mission to consume spirits abandoned by geography, symbols and the electrical impulses that cripple the path toward spiritual evolution. Cognition As in Pre Or some would call it, Dj vu (French pronunciation: [dea vy] (listen), literally "already seen") is the experience of feeling sure that one has already witnessed or experienced an event before it happens. For me the flashes within my minds eye, occurs far too often to be mere psychotic episodes of undefined logic, from a tormented minds unrelenting visions of twisted thoughts. On occasion I have cheated death, but when I do others fall in my place. How many lives will I sacrifice for my own immortality of wanting to live for today. I cant change that which beckons from beyond my minds inner thoughts, only use what I see as a guide to self-salvation of my eternal soul. Ive seen many things in my life and most of them have been precognition set off by an extreme event of personal magnitude. The innocents of five screaming from an infectious tooth drilled and sealed without anesthetic for the purpose of pleasure, by ones we trusted. My mouth rots from fear perpetrated upon me at a time of innocence, but carried on through life, bringing the accursed visions with me, until my mind dies. I must confess I have eliminated those who enslaved my will for their own agenda; blood stains my hands, soul and inner demons cracking the whip of slavery across ripped flesh. I see now why they claim arrogance upon a world drowning in decadence, while the hope saviors stand idly by and watch; for we are the same, inside, outside and worse of all, spiritually. Cognition Foreboding Predictions of Casual Slaughter Echoes from past eras ripple a voice from a great boss whose voice predicted his destiny, unlike me, my eyes bleed from mine.

A crippling truth from the voices that have come before, during and after each unforgiving slaughter of human life, destiny or fate, is it our will to be victims of a morally bankrupt race of suited monkeys, or something far worse. Twisting through the chaos toward forgotten truths, lies a path drenched in blood. Feeding upon the masses to relinquish command, for others to rise and fall when the time comes. My mind is bleeding, I feel the daggers ripping the flesh, slicing ever so deeply, please stop, stop the pain within my decaying mind. Lets be truthful for moment about my mental state, it would be easy for one to assume Im insane or going mad, but am I? To dance across my reasoning is to walk across a park engulfed in fiery flames of melting flesh, diseased beyond criminal design, enriched in undefined intellectual superiority of praising my own self-worth, before spirits of forgotten lore. Dont question my sanity, unless you have read the instructions and agree, Im nuts. Thank you and have a nice day. The Hierarchy dont give the masses enough credit when it comes to adapting to our environment, they actually do. In this new age of accumulation of wealth by just a few, leaves the masses with only one avenue. When their money is gone and they have nowhere to turn, where can they go to find food and shelter? Where else? Our prisons, they supply free room and board and depending on what crime you have committed a lengthy lease. You see, we can adapt to the programmers new world order, whether they like it or not. Withering Starving Mind You may ask yourself why this text sounds like several people crossing the threshold of imperfection toward crippling thoughts, spiraling out of control. Simple, I can sum it all up in three capital letters; MPS. For those of you who are not familiar with these letters, I will show you why everything is so insane on paper. For this is the only way for them to speak their minds; MPS is Multiple Personality Syndrome. The difference between MPS and the medical term MPD which means, Multiple Personality Disorder, is that my personalities work as one, but influencing the others to make it appear as though we are one. The medical version states that independent personalities can enforce their will upon the others giving them freedom, but enslaving the original host. My personalities dont, unless I write it down; we are aware of each other, but work as a team to keep our sanity. This is why this document appears to be walking in several directions at once, because we are five. Withering Corruption or Corrupted Laws, why exactly do we bother creating laws and rules, if nobody, not even the hierarchy, will obey those rules? To take a page from everyones favorite pass time, if you were from the northern part of America. Frosty little bags of meat, slamming together like icebergs, also have to obey the rules of engagement. If you interfere with the protector of the white behind the blue, its called interference. Especially, if one of the bags of meat, where lying on top of the protector and he was unable to defend this area, its not a goal, accept they let it stand. You see they even looked at it from their glitter tower. They knew it wasnt legal, but they allowed it to stand. Rules are made to be broken, but corruption does more damage, especially when the game is on the line for superiority of the state.

Im going to crack this world in half and make it bleed, for I am the Lord of destruction, the bringer of chaos and the reason for the four horsemen to ride. Text, what exactly is written in this text? Im sure all those reading this document at watchers of cults, are more than sure that Im off the deep end and drowning. But lets return to what I was saying about this text. When I wrote it, I used various words form the dictionary, words with other meanings and from other languages. When you cross reference the words, youll find that what is written is far more sinister then what youre reading. You see, Im a master of deception and clever as well. For I have sinned a great sin, by creating a twenty-first century subliminal messaging that I have embedded into your minds without you knowing. I bet you cant wait to see what I put inside your head, for future use. Do not attempt to assume that Im insane, for I am far more superior then everyone else. Withering I would rather be a Clone Me horny, lol, (laugh out loud). Its my turn to write something, I know I may not be as poetic as the others, but Im sure we can get something going other than my urges. Lets talk hot babes, celebrities briefly, Miley, Selena, and Hayden, they are interesting for humans. At least their bumps are in a nice place. Some of the women Ive dated look like men, especially with all that facial hair. Camel toe, I know these animals have big feet, but do we need to identify them with are womens most conveyed pleasure center. I have a whopper of a rhyme read this; Creeping crawlers stepping down, squishing madness all around, feel the rush from bleeding veins and watch poor Norman, go insane, lol. As for the title of this particular piece, a clone would not have the burden of my past to weigh him down, for he would know when he was born and what little he had accomplished up to that point. He would be starting life with a clean slate, as long as my deeds have not surfaced for public viewing, I can rest in peace. Withering I think too much I love hate as in h-hot, a-American, t-tail, e-everyone, they seem to put out some tasty sidedishes for our sampling pleasure, please do not lick the television set, it may tingle, but it smudges the vision. I cant seem to get those three holly hills honeys out of my thoughts, Ray wouldnt like it. Neither would the undefined crowning glory and her shadow of wisdom. And let us not forget the blondish brown haired heroin, whose supportive sideshow gives me the willies. There are a few others I could mention, like Kaley, who smells a wonderful chocolate flavored cereal, we all love. Unfortunately, shes actually dating the horny nerd. Emily of the flesh colored moon-over missed spelled magical city of blinding light. Natalie, Sarah and Misha, oh wait, Misha is a guy that hangs around two Holly Hills up and comings, they say their adorable, I dont see it. The first two females have committed the ultimate sin in Holly Hills, they got married. Not as adorable as the boys anymore, certain enjoyable parts have been drained of their goodness and gravity did the rest, sigh. You see these people are just like the rest of us accept for one thing, their more visible then the average person and everything they do is recorded for exploitation and profit. The rest of us, are just statistics. Too much thinking leads to uncontrollable mouth movements while slumbering, for instance, I had a conversation between five people and then more people began to enter the

room. There was no mistaking the uncomfortable feeling crawling up my spine. I got a flash moment of claustrophobia and quickly left the room, but returned a minute later to find only one person remained and he soon vanished, when I realized that I was half asleep. The strange part is that I actually recognized their faces, two were protectors of unenforceable laws, one like the first two but she reigned from a more southerly state. The two remaining glowed a heavenly light accept for the slinky side look of the female, maybe not so angelic, but hotter than an AC/DC outlet of modern folklore. Withering Slicing away the Layers Seeking knowledge beyond wisdom of thought, brings with it a screaming reminder of who we are, never assume the obvious of diseased minds when they dream impossibilities drenched in blood, for their words of unpredictable assurances soon suffer penmanship loss. To drill into ones mind, you must first possess the right tools for your deep seeded pleasure of slicing away the layers of my brain, to see what lies beyond. A dark reddish flow trickles downward toward a liquefied state upon the floor. Sultry flesh imprisoned upon icy blades that twist deeper into my sub-conscience, bringing favorable memories back to my tormentor. My screams echo through empty halls, while others lay sleeping behind the cold truth of greyish walls. In my mind the demons call, beckoning me forth to do their chorus and that my friend is when the horror becomes my reality, my flesh burns from their hate. I can feel what is coming, never mind the prophecies, premonitions, something far worse is about to befall us all and no one will ever even suspect, until its too late. Speaking of layers, theres a story about a young man we all know and love, lets call him Forest, who will or has been portrayed superbly by, gentleman Hank. Famous and appealing he came or would become, speaking words of wisdom within a box of chocolates. So now you should have an idea of this person voice, speaking a line I believe should override the current decision of classic but whimsical. People are like a box of chocolates, some are soft, some are hard, but most are nuts. Prehistoric - Scraping the flesh Children in the East celebrate that which they believe is good tidings, water be their testament to being baptized by tsunami. Its a clash of what this could mean in many tongues, some believe a sign of power and wealth. While others believe bad tidings cometh before a dragon will relinquish such power upon us, without sacrifice first. Do you really believe the dragon didnt mark his coming, just look to Japan and tell me that wasnt an entrance and a symbol of whats to come. I was surfing the electrical highway of infinite lights, when I came upon a strange story about a young gentleman, a picture of him before and after holding up an odd looking mammal. His companions gasped liquid from beyond their open mouths as they appeared to breath in toxicities escaping from the carcass. Below the picture of this unseeingly bad vacation brochure, an article outlying what had happened to the young men. It went on to mention that all three men died a week later from an unknown illness. Not everything we dig up or discover will be of good fortune, considering whats happened so far, using extreme caution would be advised when bringing home meat for the family.

Torment my soul; torment the weak, stripping the flesh from underlying fear of promiscuous thoughts, to dive deeper into desires of animal lust. Our founding fathers have taught us well, always search for edible desserts to feed your hunger core that consumes your judgments, through dominance and desire of all that we caress within the boundaries of our twisting minds. Art thou ye able this to write like youre on drugs? Thats old crappy wording, I bet they were all drunk when they wrote their master pieces. What else could they do, they only had fighting, warring, womanizing and what we consider classy today, drinking. Moderation is a twentieth century understanding that still fails to penetrate two billions years of thick headedness. I have an ingrown nose hair, its quite nasty too. Youre wondering why I am telling you this; you see everything happens for a reason. Now a normal person would have gone to a walkin or medicine man for attention, not me Im superior. Well needless to say a few minutes into my glorious attempt at salvation ended with a siren. My brother calmly packed the end of my nose in ice for me, how nice. As the reason, when I was being put back together like all the Kings men and all of the Queens horses on poor Humphrey sunny-side up. I met this distinguished shine of golden-light. An epiphany clarified my thoughts into focused design on my inner evolution of the human mind. The argument has to be sound enough for aspirations into glorious reprisals of past mistakes upon wounded flesh. Prehistoric Devouring Plague Ever had a day where you should have just stayed in bed, I had such a day a few hours past. I took a stroll over to a place where the healthy shouldnt go, but sometimes need to follow those that are. Inside this randomly colored haven of disease, a young lady striped in candy wanting to smile, ushered me into one of the various strange scented rooms. They, the ones inside the white room with no jacket, said onto me they needed to scan some people to make sure the mechanical beast was in fact, repaired. Since they werent insisting on payment something about guinea-pig scan for free, not sure what they meant? Anyway, I went first. Then the other three had their scans. Several of the white suited, gossiped amongst themselves, while staring right at me. After a few agonizing seconds, they ask so politely, lay back into the jaws of death. Now too lay this out in a way you can understand the problem the ghosts in white were having, Ill explain what happened, right after all six scans. A movie from Holly-Hills best describes what occurred on the scans. An untimely older flick portraying a grey beast carrying predators of the air, experienced a ride through the eye of angels, back to a place they should not have been. The breath of heaven brought a storm to the past to change the future. First scan small black mass about the size of a dime. Second scan, it was clear. Third scan revealed a mass, nickel in size. Fourth scan appeared clear. Fifth scan, black mass now quarter size. Sixth scan also appeared clear. Seventh scan, buys you a Loony. Chatter from the jungle of white suited monkeys scared all the others animals, including me, for they could see what was happening and still wanted to scan. In the movie, one minute its there, the next is clear; repeating it, until the unusual storm finally overtook them, time changed. But what kind of storm would be brewing in my head? The

pattern that burst from the scans into my thoughts was radiation. First scan coated the dark matter causing it to appear in the scan, but then counter acted the second and came back for a third, growing in size with each douse of radiation. Makes one wonder how many infusions of Armageddon, will it take for this unforeseen mass of destruction to completely consume my mind. Maybe the Catholics are right, but wrong on how the dark angel will come to be, on Earth. Sometimes crippling inflictions beg for lunacy to strip away the logic behind uncontrollable flashes of fantasy, while wide awake. Every moment that trickles away, I feel a dangerous calling from beyond our system. Come dance with the devil Norman. We will whisk you off your feet, into a hell only you could ever imagine or in this case, suffer a precog prior to the actual event. An Emperor taunts me to sidestep my own kind to embrace something not too far distant in our own lineage. Do I dare allow the guardians of fate have their way or do I simply sit back and watch the events unfold as though its not happening to me? Shall I name names to those faces that curse my mind and taunt my soul, Emperor Tiberius Lycan of the Valerian Empire, his sons Marcus, Jaden and Julian? Theres his wife Empress Kayla Lycan and her soon to be daughter in-law, Princess Shaliana Bellini. She is such a sweet bowl of rotting fish, innocent and conniving too boot and lets not forget her adorable family of culturally clashing cutthroat pirates of Meridian system merchants. Prehistoric Beware 13 When I was little, a mere five point one on a sunny Mayday of the fifth rise, three occurrences occurred that changed my life forever. The first being fathers better half wanting to abandon everything for fear of losing her mind. Screaming, crying and bitterness spewed from her lips until she noticed in the doorway, me. Norman she cried out, what are you doing here she gasped. Now after realizing her second youngest had heard every word she said, moved to hug the breakfast out of me. Grandma explained to her that I was there waiting for the oldest of my siblings to take me to the driller of molars to have him remove an infected tooth fairy reject. I explained earlier about that incident, but Ill give you rebirth. He froze the wrong side, drilled and left a hole in the tooth on right when his assistant pointed out his mistake. He rectified the situation by not freezing left side and drilling, filling infected tooth. Now while I was in the place where the healthy shouldnt go, I had my first vision; an older man about fortyish standing in a doorway of a store between two buildings in the alleyway, it was raining. He was a large bulky man in an overcoat, wearing an English cap, smoking a cigarette. A little while ago that vision came true and the strangest part, I was the man in my own vision. You see the significance in these events, three things to change the course of my life, parental distress, torture and precognition. May fifth, month, day and I was only five point one, 555 is the number, but what significance does this number really play out to be? Let me show you, 5 plus 5 plus 5 equals 15, 1 plus 5 equals 6. I need to find whether or not other strange events have occurred in my life that might show how close we are to clipping two more fives. One might add that I said I was five point one. Add that one to each of the fives and we jump automatically into the worse parts of older writings not sure whether we would be safe, even if we doubt. Let us add the one this way, 1 plus 5 plus 5 plus 5 equals 16, 1 plus 6 equals 7 and since the proper way has a six, well do this, 1 plus 6 plus 6 equals 13. To put an even more eerie affect upon numbers that suggest the end of all things sliced in a way we count the days. The time of Winter solstice, the twenty-first day of the twelfth month

of the year two-thousand twelve or by 21st century counting of time. 21/12/12. My way of accounting 2 plus 1 equals 3, 1 plus 2 equals 3, 1 plus 2 equals 3, 3 plus 3 plus 3 equals 9. It always comes down to numbers, but to assume that the Mayans and I are right about an incredible cosmic event occurring is not too far fetch, as long as the numbers are correct. To be off by even a fraction could change the date by days, months, years or never, unless those with desires of destruction within their hearts attempt to make them come true. The true path of faith shouldnt be covered in blood, for we are all Gods children. What kind of father would he be if he praised our slaughter of his offspring? Prehistoric Agonizing Infection of Reflections Recently Ive reflect on past events, Ive loved three women in my life and all of them are dead. Years past a lovely angel of green eyed perfection captured my heart and I hers so deeply we were going to join our mind bodies and soul into one embrace. Until the evening I proposed to Sarah, she was astatic about the event. Her news brought tears for she carried new life created through our previous joining. After dining out she reminded me she had exams in the morning and I had to work. Sarah pointed out I was in walking distance of my home and asked so graciously that we part from the dining establishment, I agreed. The next day Sarah never showed for lunch, her college was just a short walk from where I worked, she came every day, accept for that day. I called and got no reply, so I took a ride over to her place of sleep only to discover men in blue. You see after we parted the night before, while she was driving back home a drunk driver crossed the medium, she died instantly and so did our child. Her parents blamed me, lower end ghetto trash they called me, I was making 850 take home and I was still trash. Anyway they placed a restraining order on me to keep me from going to the funeral and to keep away from them. All the pictures of her and I together were destroyed, they removed my portrait from them all, I didnt have a single picture left of her. My next great love was Sylvia, who you already know that the leader of the cult that enslaves my soul eliminated her because she defied them. She too carried my seed and fell from grace. If I wasnt so messed up from all the drugs and torture, I might have been able to save her. The next love that came into of my life was Karen. She now sleeps peacefully in the garden. I know this because thats where I placed her after I silenced her voice for not embracing our destiny. To amuse myself lately, Ive been piecing together blocks in my living room, multicolored plastic copper stringed together into the soft, greasy, almond smelling golden blocks with a timepiece, counting the seconds until doomsday. It also seconds as a coffee table, neat huh. Ninety-six bars of explosive fun topped off with two five gallon containers of red and blue cool-aid. The really interesting part is the small glass tube behind the electronics that seems impossible on Earth, but it fell to it, I call it Black Mercury. Sifting through broken dreams lays tormented memories of deeds to horrific to imagine, even though it all happened to me. How much blood will seep into my skin from the disease of a rotting mind going mad? Shifting blame toward imaginary ideals of pointing fingers at invisible ghosts of descending intellect. I spilt coffee on my coffee table, a long stream of brown liquid snaked across the surface and into the electronics. I wish I knew more about timers. Im counting the seconds in between gasps. Not to worry, when it reaches a lower total, Ive been able to reset the device back to two minutes and I start over. I wonder how long I can keep this up. I know whoever is reading this is

wondering if this is fiction or not. Its simple watch the falls for a blinding light and then youll know. The Art of Vanishing True Knowledge For those of you, who have stomach this unrealistic dive into the macabre of deep seeded thought through mind melting ideology? I want to explore the what ifs, like, what if it was possible to make eighteen people suddenly vanish? You may think this is an idle boast to draw you into some kind of farce, so Ill give you a little detail for you to chew on. To truly understand the depth of doing the unthinkable, you must first consider the possibilities of being caught. For instance, those who just commit the crime and then try to figure out how to dispose of the evidence will always get caught, they watch too much television. Making people vanish is an art; you have to be graceful in your approach. Dumping a body just anywhere will always turn up sometime down the road and most of the time, by accident. Waterways are too risky, water levels drop and your treasure will always resurface from being dislodged. Burying them is also not a good choice, to many animals around the outskirts to dig up your keepsake. Besides it takes to long for the package to dissolve to a point of hard to identify and unfortunately they now test for DNA. Severing parts from the whole will always be in the back of your mind that maybe you werent as clever as you thought and someone may discover your secret. Cremation is tough, theres always something left over and the smell carries a fair distance, someone might smell it and know what it is. So whats left, concealing what you have done in unique places? Research into the construction of buildings and structures that they boast will stand forever, is perfect for hiding the truth of your deeds. To do this as a one person operation, takes clever planning. Having your intended target help you, without their knowledge will reduce down the time it takes for you to accomplish your task. Remember a human head weighs several pounds, so the more help they give you the better. Always have a thick piece of rope and a bag to place your item in. Lure your target to the disposal area, before proceeding with the intent to destroy. Choose your methodology carefully, knives, guns or any weapon that will draw blood is a mistake, choose something else. My favorite is a needle to the back of the neck, its quick and painless. Roll target into black bag or whatever color you want, grey was my choice because of where I was placing them. Poor Tom is now a permanent fixture inside the main support of a beautiful two-hundred million dollar structure. Dont torture your targets before or after the event; keep yourself focused on the task at hand. Remember you can always take great pleasure in the knowledge that sometimes you may not use enough of the drug, so they may actually wake up inside the bag that you placed inside the cemented tomb; youll feel submerged in warmth when you reflect back upon it. If you have read this text you will be aware of the kind of person you should seek out for experimentation. If they spoil the fresh fruit, bury them in the basket. Even though this borders on a confession, I will not acknowledge these events in person, youll need some kind of proof to catch me and tearing down two billion dollars of structures to find my secrets will not happen. The Corporations I chose to place these individuals in will not allow law enforcement, to strip away their profit, on outlandish lines within a converted text of deliberate ploy of misdirection. Now some people have been sentenced without a body, but no one has ever been sentenced without the name of the person as well. Just suggesting that you may have done a terrible deed is not proof of a sin, without evidence, like a body, their name, location and witnesses. The keystone follies will make you

laugh, but not make you fear the inside of a kangaroo court, cant you just taste the lawsuit. One last thing you should always remember, never boast about your deeds. If you cant keep your mouth shut, they will imprison you in your own cemented tomb of steel and maybe a needle too. I have way too much time on my hands and not enough silky flesh of sensual desires. Please refrain from jocular motions about the possibilities of Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters. Rainbow Speckles of Light Talk about hard core writing with brief moments of humorous thoughts being overwhelmed by meniscal absurdities of this lazy monkey. The oasis of the mind always contemplates ideals burdened with an overall desire to control ones direction. Entertainment, news and other teachers of design upon human direction, never believed for a moment that we would be selective in our approach in terms of remembering what is taught. Everyone sees the world differently, taking in what occurs over time. There are many wonderful things within this world, but they have become abstract from the overwhelming desire to sell our desires. A rainbow isnt a rainbow unless it can be packaged and sold for profit. Gazing upon the colors of a dream soon fades toward the reality of life. Another surreal dream so vivid that I really thought I was there. Darkened skies, heavy rain, foreboding thunder followed bright flashes of light. A surge from the lake below my window began to overwhelm the hotel. I watched as the water began to rise up over the landscape toward me. I ran, taking several people in tow. Dashing up streets pass abandoned buildings, ever higher I went to avoid the coming catastrophe. A tilted upgrade caused us to slow down. A young woman that I dragged along with me stopped briefly to take in the breath taking view. My eyes widened when I reached back to grab her, for down at the bottom of the street, just over a half mile the water carried debris onto the street and with it a crocodile. You see the prehistoric swim in water; he was free to devour everything in his path just like the surge that carried him. After grabbing a firm hold of her arm, I jerked my head in motion to get her to look behind. I pointed down at the green mass; she screamed and moved like the wind further up the steep incline. We ran across a yard into a house and straight on through to the back, so we could get further up the escarpment. I passed an older man standing in the backyard; he was with his young son. The stare he gave me brought two more in tow; we both realized we were running out of time. Now I want to briefly explain why the man was even there, he was after me, I stole a rare toy he wanted to give to his son. If I hadnt stolen the toy, he and his son would still be safe at home, down on the beach. The stare he gave was one of surprise, how did I know this was about to happen. Even in my nightmares I have premonitions. The rest of the surreal hallucination is marred and fading or maybe I just dont want to remember the rest, I awoke drowning in my own sweat. Jacob gazed upon a beautiful flower, her silky hair shimmered in the glowing light of a late afternoon sun, and he sighed smiling. Galen the village leader took in the spectacle and pondered a question; he approached the young man and asked, How far would you go to possess the flower? I would do whatever it takes to have that flower, he replied. Would you turn this world into a desert? The village elder asked in earnest, while staring at the boy.

Yes, I would turn this would desolate for her, the boy proclaimed. A flower in the desert can bite, but how can it bite a boy who is already a prick? said Galen. The young man cast a look of bewilderment at the village Elder. You see Jacob, a flower may grow in a desert, but without water it cannot flourish. A flower amongst millions brings brilliance into the world. Even though its one amongst many each is different. The loneliness of one soon dies along with everything else, but when you have many that is when the flowers true beauty comes forth. Its not enough to care for the flower, you also need to let it live. For each one may appear the same, looking deep into its soul you will find it is truly unique, on its own. Everyone is different when you look beyond the beauty of the outer appearance. I dont understand Elder Galen, said Jacob. Galen looked at the boy, You cant possess beauty, but you can however enjoy its company. So instead of trying to possess the flower why dont you try talking to her first? See if she wants to grow within your heart and you within hers. Who knows what will happen, maybe you will find that destroying gods work for thoughts of desire is less likely to happen, with just saying five simple words with a smile, hello my name is Jacob. Galen said, while pushing the young man toward the flower of opportunity. Since cleansing my body of chemicals not natural to a human host, I have not had a decent thought; sorry I mean, I havent written anything of much use. You see, Im having a difficult time focusing my imagination toward more suitable deliveries of unprovoked designs on human behavior with a dash of bribery. Dark Voyage - New Section, a Scary Direction My country is becoming a police controlled state, run by men who threaten everyone with lines of, your either with us or against us, but used a terrible plight of inhumane torture on innocent souls to imbed fear and animosity within our disintegrating democracy, toward a slave state of no rights even for the law abiding citizen. Mind you, they spent no expense advertising to roll up our socks to swim in a sea of brown liquid. Many trips to the bathroom I have envisioned, to grasp the rusty ring of dying dreams. Their rich friends advertise deals, benefits and savings if you join their ranks, but in reality charge you a fee for using the service, product and whatever the person in their back pockets says they can get for dishing out lies of betrayal accept for the anointed class. The creation of schools for those with the least amount of income that get no real funding, but a number for the less deserving citizens pushing us toward separated ranks. I thought Democracy meant fairness, equality, not segregation. We are moving toward suppression and the dissolving of our rights by secrets, of a power hungry chain of command. They call it the future, I call it slavery. Ive been watching the collected pixels of rainbow light shining from a square box that screams educational, but is in fact sensationalisms gone mad. So many young in the hierarchy are beaming perfection with a hint of sarcasm. Its as if they know something that the rest of us dont, the peasants like us. Truth is lies that can be bought and sold through greedy intentions. Five-percent believe now they will live forever, while looking younger all the time. Be wary of a gift that offers so much for nothing, but the satisfaction of desires.

Every orange tree has thorns even though the fruit is sweet, lying in wait for those who do not appreciate the scale of a human lifespan. Time is now their enemy, a short lived life expectancy of beauty forever will cast aside our true nature to pass down everything we create to son. Take it back to the beginning and follow it to now and watch as this seemingly inscribed event, vanish forever through the reckless pursuit of immortality. They think their clever while smiling toward the masses, but we know something they dont and will watch in time why you shouldnt attempt to undermine Mother Nature. All gifts are not good gifts when it comes to altering the human design. Now Im creeping myself out, while watching a horror flick about the possibilities of ghosts haunting the living a strange occurrence happened. During one of the scenes two pieces of what appeared to be lint follicles drifted down my computer screen and stuck to the surface, oddly enough at the same time flashing upon the screen an apartment number. The lint was right between two of the three numbers and it looked like an X. Why this is so creepy is the numbers involved, remember the way I calculate numbers in this text. The number on the door at that moment during the video and just for a moment, believe me when I say creepy, 323. 3 X 2 plus 3 equals 9. Right after this appeared before me, just as quick the lint fell off the screen onto the floor. Maybe Im just imagining it or perhaps Im seeing what I want to see, my mind could be playing tricks, but considering what is happening to me lately, maybe I should be a bit more cautious about things Im seeing. It could be possible that Im getting the signs wrong, too many of them are pointing right at me! I cant sleep; its been days since I have slept for more than just an hour, something is wrong, why cant I sleep? I see them, in the corner of my eye lurking in the shadows twisting the darkness in blurred form. My hands shake; vision blurry, I dare not close my eyes even for a moment or the shadows will consume me. Madness is the least of my worries. Today is February 23/12 (2x3 plus 1 plus 2 equals 9) and the big story of the day is Robocall, a deception in electoral results due to suppression of a persons right to a fair voting procedure that has been violated. Doesnt surprise me one bit considering the phone call I got from a certain party thanking me for voting for them. The vote is supposed to be private, so how did they know who I checked marked on the form? The suspicious part about this is, I didnt even vote for that particular group. So what happened to my real vote? Another weird dream for me to tell you all about, it starts with me being an overnight visitor in a sanitarium. Im found by the resident psychologist standing in front of a window during the night, my eyes glossed over, Im asleep. The doctor asks what are you doing? and I respond, watching the black cloaked ghouls digging. What are they digging for he asks? I respond, not digging for something, their digging graves. How many graves are they digging Norman? I turned to face him briefly and said, 1,242 (1 plus 2 plus 4 plus 2 equals 9) for the unfortunate souls who were at the carnival when a plane crashed into the factory next door. The explosion rolled over the landscape like a Tidal wave and burned them all to death, most of them were children. The doctor ushered me back into bed. Thats when I woke up. I wonder if that was a nightmare or a premonition. I thought having two nights of bad dreams would allow me a brief opportunity to have a good one, I was wrong. This time I found myself watching from above like an angel looking down from the heavens. In the middle of the busy intersection a lone man in a green overcoat made his way through a crowded street, during a festival; someone drenched him in a cold liquid. It smelt like gasoline. Across the street a young woman taunting the crowd tossed a burning flare

toward the puddle at his feet. The smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils, the man screamed from the searing pain of the fire rippling over his now blackening flesh. His screams were so terrifying that I screamed out from the sheer horror of watching it, unfold before me, my brother had to shake me awake. Ive questioned my own sanity these past few weeks and truly wonder what will be in store for us as time moves forward. Sleep is becoming an issue, one maybe two hours per day and not all at once, my mind plays tricks on me, even during the day. Coffee, sugar and extreme smoking are my habits now. A far cry from the healthy diet I use to follow. Im on edge all the time. Unfortunately the darker emotions are emerging far more often than anything good. Thoughts of slaughtering those who have betrayed our trust seems to occupy my waking mind, while nightmares or deep seeded premonitions haunt me when I sleep. Maybe I should consider psychological help, but then again who can really afford such a luxury. I think Ill wait for a more suitable time, you know, when Ive completely snapped. Now its four in a row, the one last night was a reoccurring nightmare from ten years ago that plagued me for, believe it or not, every single night for nine weeks. Im not going to tell you about it because of what occurred. To surreal even for me to write down and scar those who might be reading this? If you havent figured it out yet, this stopped being a story a while ago, its now my diary. Monsters Theyre inside me Another surreal dream has crept up and awoken me from my slumber; I only managed three hours this time. Its better than one and two I suppose? This time I found myself driving an older car similar to the one with a supernatural irony, but of a lighter color. I stopped by this intersection far from the city. A billboard could be seen in one of the corners. Pulling around the fence and into a partly tree covered area, I parked near another vehicle. This car had three people within, two men in the front and a woman in the back wearing an old pink wool coat. Another oddity was a second vehicle could be seen a short distance away with another two fellows within watching. The gentlemen in the first car motioned me over to them, he looked me up and down and then calmly asked can I help you sir. A few moments past and I found myself in the back seat being questioned. They asked me why I was at that particular spot. I kindly responded, arent you curious as to where the car I was driving went to and why the other officers didnt follow it when it left? What happened to the woman in the back seat? And why are we not moving even though a cool breeze wisps through the car like we are moving? Both men stared at me. I simply pointed out that sometimes its not important whos in the dream, but the location of the people within it, I pointed to the house on the same lot. They recognized the name on the mailbox at the end of the driveway. Thats when I woke up. Now I would consider going to the boys in blue if I didnt have this eerie feeling that they would toss aside years of Detective skills, only to assume their prey fell into their lap. A dream is just a dream unless you can connect the dots. Thats why I write everything down; Im trying to connect the dots. The real scary part about all this is that Ive had five nightmares in a row. The bags under my eyes show my blistering mind cracking under the suspicion that a sixth one is coming and maybe I shouldnt try sleeping for a while. We dont always get what we want, I tried to stay awake but my eyes wouldnt obey, slept for nearly five hours. Upon getting up, I wandered into the wilds of my kitchen for that

morning coffee. Two scoops of creamer, two spoons of sugar, and healthy portion of instant coffee, but for some reason I added two scoops of butter. I ruined my first cup, so I made another. Sitting on the couch in the living room I felt a rumble come from down below, not my bowels the stomach, as if all that extra fat on me wasnt good enough. Two eggs sunny side up, toast and I have no reason why I spread oatmeal on the bread instead of the butter; maybe I thought I had added enough of the greasy chemical to a nasty breakfast disaster already. Made more toast. Orange juice, I dont think brown is a good color for it, do you? Plopping my fat butt down again on the couch proceeded to turn on the television like it was a cheap hooker and sighed, no signal no entertainment. No glove, no love and for me thats a real dilemma, since Im allergic to latex and polyurethane. Some people may imply that bad weather may be a contributing course for the words written within my writing, an unfortunate side effect, deliberate in a sense of not being balanced in mind. Half the document was written while chemicals flowed fiercely through my system and half while I was straight. Weather only plays a factor when it comes to my bouts of depression. I will admit this; suicide will never be an option for me because I believe life is a rare gift, fought for through fighting pass a sea of other potential souls, I being the strongest swimmer. The rite of passage means Im here for the duration whether its a good life or one of pain, sooner or later something will occur to make it all worthwhile. If not, I owe it to the ones that didnt crush me when they had the chance. So I must be diligent in my quest to fulfill my destiny, whatever that may be. Choosing a career, job or other possibilities isnt what matters; its where they take us and who we meet. An extremely erotic sexually driven dream like nothing Ive experienced before, a bit frightening considering a hot alien chick was involved, she didnt have skin, black scales. The big muscular guy with me had a butch haircut, shaven army style; accept for the slices of curls hanging on the right side. I locked him in the bathroom after I saw his sister, she got me aroused. I grabbed her by the hand; she got the alien to follow and wow, finally a good nights sleep. Heres something for you, Ive been racking my brain about the numbers that I keep seeing and came up with a cold chilling thought of dark seeded disaster. September 9th 2012 at 12:42, but Im not sure if its PM or AM. To put it in a real scary way, September is the 9th month and on the 9th day at 12:42, (1plus 2 plus 4 plus 2 equals 9.) There are three 9s that could spell out an apocalyptic event in 2012. The number 1242 came from the dream of a fiery incident causing great destruction. You see I need to figure out what they mean in order to fully understand these unseemly odd predictions. It doesnt actually have to mean a plane crash, but something completely different and that is the true meaning of the number 9 as related to us. Its February 26, 2012, someone asked me what if my dire prediction of destruction doesnt come to pass. Well, like I said, its all about understanding the numbers, just because this date happens to coincide with some of the numbers it doesnt mean its correct. Calculating the days of marred visions of possible premonition isnt even a science; its more of a feeling depending on whats happening around us. It could mean that September 9Th 2012 at 12:42 may actually be the time of a singular event, think about it, September 7th Pearl Harbor, September 11th World Trade center, September 9th is the in-between time and not taken yet. Not convinced yet, how about 7 plus 9 plus 11 equals 27 divided by three days mentioned equals 9. This year will explode with all kinds of theories of our predictable violent ends through religion, fear and arrogance. Mind you, in 2011 the Czech Republic had high levels of unusual radiation. Also at that time the hole in the ozone layer was right above that country, some types

of lethal radiation may have penetrated our atmosphere. It couldve passed through the hole, into the Earths crust and down into the core. Question is, of these unusual radiation waves did any of them have a dire affect upon the core? Some forms of radiation could cause the core to speed up, slow down, and even expand. These things happen with the core all the time, but if the core exceeds its confined space, I wonder if that would cause the surface to rise up, split and fall back into its self, just like the holly hills movie? You should ask yourself, could this be our real fate, past down to us by our arrogance or for some people, Gods judgment. Monsters They Hide The Croatoan virus has gone dormant deep within my cells, something in my system forced it to sleep. Im worried about what this could mean for everyone further down the line. Those numbers of dates I mentioned could also spell extinction for all human kind. I could have my blood tested, but fear of what the authorities might do to me if they discover this biochemical nightmare within me. Occasionally signs of the virus appear in the form of, rashes, bleeding and splinter headaches that cause unbelievable pain. Im sorry, I know that it appears that Im being selfish keeping this terrible secret from everyone, but you must see it from my position. I dont wish to be sealed away forever by those who would use it, as a weapon. Ive isolated myself away from everyone I know, accept my brother, its my way of keeping everyone safe. February 27, 2012 Im becoming delusional, hot sweats, blurred vision and an incredible suspicion that Im being watched. My phone sounds like its tapped and someone has been roaming around inside my computer. Damn those monkey humpers, who do they think they are stealing my diary from me, do they think I dont know they have it? Im paranoid too. I bought a gun, Im going to use it on myself and let the virus take its course. Im intellectual moron, that weirdo sold me a fake weapon, I couldnt even kill boredom with it, oh well, what did I expect for ten dollars anyway? Not like I could build up the courage to actually do it. Life is a gift not to be taken, but respected regardless of what may occur if I continue to move forward. Dont want to sound like a hypocrite, now do I? Besides, who wants to leave the story half written with no ending, only a pool of blood and a bunch of questions nobody can answer. When I started writing this document I mentioned some of it would be fiction and some would be loosely based on real events. Can you tell what is real from what is fiction? With a doomsday scenario for this year hanging over our heads, it may make it harder for you to decide. Ill give you a hint, I like science-fiction and I wrote childrens stories, but I have never written anything remotely close to what is written here, until now. Another surreal dream has left me swimming in a pool of sweat and shaking from the event. Not sure if it was a nightmare of biblical destruction. I found myself running through areas similar to shanty towns, hundreds of people divulging in their desires. A woman pulled me along a back fence telling me to run, but be quiet or theyll notice us. She appeared to be someone I recognized from a holly hills movie, escape from the city of angels part two with our favorite leather clad hero of serpent skin. The young lady he met briefly in the street with short shimmering black hair with a twist of womanhood kindness. We dashed through a graveyard, I stopped briefly to look down upon the decadence as other females locked in chains were dragged from a boat, their men folk were slaughtered before them. Howls echoed from beyond the smoke filled air, while fires burned all around. I climbed over fences, through backyards toward the sea in hopes of escape. I awoke before I discovered

why I was so afraid and running for my life. A bowel movement wanted express time or maybe the fear got so real that it affected my reality. I have a deep seeded feeling that the nightmares that haunt my sleeping mind are trying to say something, but I just dont understand what exactly there saying. Well I need to sleep every night so sometime down the line maybe Ill figure it out, I just hope not too late. Monsters Consuming Coffee to the Edge of Madness Too late, my name is Jonathon Alexander Lycan and three days ago I buried my friend Norman, the police found him at the bottom of his apartment stairs, his neck broken. The doctors said he had been sleep walking at the time of the incident. Im suspicious of this for one reason; the door at the top of his stairs is solid oak and weighs over forty pounds. Its hard enough to open it while a wake, so how did Norman open it up while sleep walking? A mind burning, twisting, and boiling to the point of crippling desires of tormented ideas for the sole purpose of scaring the crap out of you. The paragraph above isnt quite true, I did stumble down the stairs, but the only thing I broke was my ego in three places. Sleep walking, I wish, my shoe lace had come untied and I thought I could just let it be until I came back from the store. I said I was superior in intellect, not the brightest bulb in the room when it comes to doing the simplest tasks, like tying my shoe laces, there below me. The name Jonathon Alexander Lycan is another one of my characters in a story I call the Prince of Time. Its not finished yet either, but on a good note, I havent erased it for lack of imagination. I can feel the caffeine from a dozen cups of coffee racing through my veins, even though Im completely on edge, Im off to the kitchen for another cup. Mr. Doctor said I shouldnt have more than three to four cups per day unless its decaffeinated. Unfortunately I ran out of that, three months ago. Sure there is store nearby, but I couldnt remember to bring my shopping list let alone remember to get that, besides Im out of salt too. You really dont want to know how much of that fine white powder I use per-month. You see this kind of consumption, coffee, sugar, salt and smoking begun to increase when I stopped smoking the weird herb that grew in foreign lands and got delivered to my doorstep. Sooner or later Ill stop; the question is; will it be because I want to or because Im in a body-bag. Moderation is the key, but the withdrawals are hard to get past. Its worse because its winter. The windows are all closed to keep the heat in and because of that, all the toxicities build up. And would you know it; the temperatures have dropped to the lowest levels in frigging history. I have two 200g jars plus two 460g cans of coffee in my cupboard plus two large containers of perk coffee, four pounds of sugar and three containers with 1.5kg of creamer and no salt. I also acquired six cartons of cigarettes and enough red meat to make a vegetarian commit suicide. Now Im not against veggies, I use them when I cook. Like tonight, I made my version of shepherds-pie. Two pounds of medium ground beef, a half bag of frozen mixed peas, carrots, and a quarter bag of corn. I also sliced up six large potatoes and cut them into small cubes, cooks faster in small chunks. When the potatoes are done, I mashed them, adding milk to make them smoother. After cooking the meat I drained off the excess fat, I added the veggies, mixed well before dumping into glass pan. I then poured six eggs whipped over the top and placed in oven to bake, ten to fifteen minutes. After the scrambled eggs cooked, I then smoothed over the top the

mash potatoes and let it stand for ten minutes to cool. You can add whatever spices you like; I always try different ones to see what kind of flavor results I get. You can also add more eggs depending how congealed you want the meaty part to be. On occasion I pour eight whipped eggs in the pan before adding the meat-veggie mix and then pour six whipped eggs over the top, so I get a thick egg base. Sometimes I just add the contents together in a large pot with two cans of beef gravy, minus the eggs and I dont mash the potatoes. How many nights in a row, is it now for weird dreams. The one last night wasnt even remotely like the previous ones. I found myself standing in a busy airport in my home country, a shout and screams emanated from beyond a closed door. My curiosity took over and I approached, opening the door a crack peered through to see what was happening. A crime in progress, I could see all the players faces, I backed off. The scene then shifted to a security room where I was being questioned about what I had seen. A foreign boy in blue arrested me, read me my rights and took me south of the border. I stared through a dirty window toward the apple rotten to the core and sighed, seventytwo hours of grueling interrogation by several not so intelligent people sworn to uphold scribbles upon paper. The scene shifted again to a courtroom. I found myself sitting between a hard core family member of undefined description and his highly paid for protector. The men across from us smiled wickedly. They whispered amongst themselves that they had an eye witness to the crime; it was a slam dunk so they thought. I laughed. The men I sat between asked me who I was, I responded with this answer. I got arrested by people with no authority in my homeland, carted across the border without warrants or extradition papers, denied an attorney. Interrogated for seventy-two hours over the details of the crime the man on my left had been charged with. Things I couldnt possible know or even seen, had been embedded into my mind. They stared. Im their eye witness and they tainted my testimony and they also violated every right I had including the sovereignty of my nation. Lets just say they smiled brightly and chuckled. Some may ask do you like law enforcement, as long as they arent knocking down my door, tapping my phone, hacking into my computer, maybe. Far too many boys in blue violate the scribbles they have sworn to uphold. Its hard for an individual to openly admit that they still do, the trust has been smeared with corruption. Unfortunately the only other form of protection if we dismantle the boys in blue, is the men in green and I fear that even more then the corruption of the blue. February 29, 2012 an extra day for all, is it a leap forward or a leap to our death, we wont know until most of the year has been used up, just like our natural resources. Monsters Aftermath Its easy for one to assume that everything will come to a grinding halt, when this year spirals down to that day everyone wants to believe the final nail will seal our fate. Flipping through the channels on the menu screen I stopped at a page that I thought odd. First line at top had two shows, first show was half way through to its conclusion, and it read in time 5.1 followed by The Big year 5.1 and below those and right in between the end and beginning, The Thing 5.1. What I found odd was beside the one at the bottom where two other shows, on the left Real Steel and on the right Gospel. Directly below this was another show called Upside down, see diagram below; In Time 5.1 Big Year 5.1

Real Steel - The Thing 5.1 Gospel Upside Down Adding the five to the one gives you six, three sixs turned upside down returns you three nines. I said before, I may be seeing what I want to see and that is all it is to everyone else, but is it? You have to take in the fact that this year of 2012 could be the worse year in our history for disasters of biblical proportions and it may be used by others to inflict pain, suffering upon all of us for their own idealisms. This however doesnt frighten me, but what does? The following year will be the fallout or aftermath of all failed premonitions, revelations and Mayan altered written word, of the end of all things. A tornado, earthquake, tsunami and other catastrophes are terrifying, but the aftermath is what brings the most pain, suffering and destruction. Disease and famine follow every event that takes human life. Cleaning up afterwards is tiring, money consuming and it bleeds our souls of our humanity each and every time. So what will 2013 bring us that the previously year didnt, how about truth. If we are all still here, dont you think its time to stop preaching our demise and start embracing our humanity, human will of direction or are we all just animals feeding off the wealth of the land until there is nothing left but chaos. Time to add those numbers for my own amusement, the church gets a one, Mayans also get a one and Ill take a one as well for calculating purposes. 2 plus 0 plus 1 plus 3 equals 6 now add the numbers Ive given each group 6 plus 1 plus 1 plus 1 equals 9, so in other words Sept 9th 2013 is the new day of reckoning or is it the real day of our demise and everyone else is wrong. The Church, Mayans and me, a self-proclaimed prophet of mass destruction, not everyone can be a savior; some of us have no choice but to see things in the worse kind of way. You cant make changes in the dark until you shed some light on it. Night vision will allow you to see in the dark, but remember who these things were made for, the military. Does that make you feel better or does it make your skin crawl? And the nightmares keep on coming, an endless supply of torment just for me. This one made me nervous; something happened that has never happened before. Im not really sure of the location, it looked like the falls but I could be wrong. It was night, eerie screams echoed off buildings and a convertible raced passed me. I saw three occupants; two men in the front, a woman in the back seat, she stood up and shouted out my name. That has never happened before. People dont recognize me when Im dreaming, its a dream right? She pointed toward the park on my right. Down in the shadows large figures shaped like dogs on their hind legs, moved about squawking. She then pointed toward a building up on the hill and motioned me to run toward it. The car vanished down the road. I stood frozen next to a tree and watched a tall man with broad shoulders and dark facial hair move quickly down a sidewalk up across the street in front of me. He mouthed the words dont move, as he disappeared into a different building. The shadows from down below were now standing on the other side of the tree I was at. These things apparently hunted by movement, not smell or sight. Gunshots wrung out and several of the creatures fell to the ground near me, I ran. I woke up briefly. The extreme fear of being eaten got the better of me; I had to go to the bathroom. Upon returning to sleep another surreal dream evoked fears deep within me. Some dude named Olaf had stolen my boots and I got threatened by his leader. He said that his men take what they want, when they want, from whomever they want, I shuddered. Not because of what he said, but because Olaf, he could be seen through the murky colored window of the building I was in. He was bathing his feet in the rainwater that had created puddles outside of this emergency shelter. You see in the dream I had discovered a parasite had been carried by the

weather and now infested the water. I was there to warn them, but after the threat and theft of my boots, I kept my mouth shut and snuck off after placing plastic bags over my feet. I wonder if this is like Christmas, twelve days of celebration and then you get drunk, but my version is nine days of Armageddon and then we light up. The strangest part about writing down my nightmares is that I create the name of the passage first and leave it until the next day. Somehow the dream I have fits the name, is that just coincidence? I just recently watch the holly hills movie washing machine 18, (1 plus 8 equals 9) interesting concept about alien life forms living on the Moon. They appear in rock form and move about the surface. They dwell in a cold dark crater. Its not too farfetched to believe that such a creature could exist in a low gravity, no oxygen and subzero climate. I remember seeing a scientific discovery a few years back about worms they had found swimming in the lava streams below the ocean, near volcanic fissures. It went on to state that these worms didnt breathe oxygen, and live in an extremely hot environment at a body crushing depths. Truth is always stranger than fiction and the creatures that we discover on our own planet mystify us completely. But if you remove the worm from its natural environment it dies. Same would go for a creature living on the moon. Our gravity would force it to stay inside its shell and the high temperatures would also have a dampening effect on its body. These strange aliens would most likely stay in rock form on earth. Even though we can adapt to other environments, it takes time for us biologically to change. The same would go for these creatures. So in order for them to reproduce they would have to adapt. But I believe sooner or later they would all die off or stay as shiny little ornaments on the dignitaries desks until they do evolve. Creepy Subconscious Delusions Mexico is at war with itself, did I see this coming you may ask? Why would I, am not Mexican. Our subconscious minds try to relocate fragments of information that we take in during the day and reconstitute it in a way we can understand through our dreamscape. I unfortunately suffer from nightmares, night terrors, sleep walking and various other sleep disorders so its a bit hard to figure out what it truly means. So writing it down for the whole world to read is the only way for me to see, if anyone else can figure out the madness inside my head. They say you a have a 1 in 6 chance of winning if you play pull up your socks to swim in an ocean of black liquid. I have purchased 60 cups since this event begun and havent won a single thing. Yes its time to crunch the numbers again, 1 plus 6 plus 6 plus 0 equals 13. Should I tempt fate and buy one more cup, maybe Ill win a cookie. March 9, 2012 the 9th does not sound like my lucky day, so Im staying indoors until tomorrow. Had another bout of insomnia, its 7:02 in the AM, I need to sleep. Ah crap the frigging numbers again, 7 plus 0 plus 2 equals 9. Good thing I decided to stay indoors yesterday. I pulled a muscle in my neck which led to the worse migraine, Ive ever had. Couldnt think or do anything of use for hours, took white labeled chemicals to offset the pain, it didnt help much. Ice packs to heat pads, even took a long bath, but in the end the only thing I could do was go to bed and try to sleep it away. March 10, 2012, third month remember, 3 plus 1 plus 0 plus 2 plus 0 plus 1 plus 2 equals 9. My shoulder hurts something fierce, but the pain in my neck and the migraine have subsided at least for now, unfortunately its 2:25 in the morning, 2 plus 2 plus 5 equals 9. Me and my

monster 9 of unfortunate events, is what occupies most of my time, an unhealthy fixation or just fate. Sometimes I do stupid things, well I do a lot of stupid things and this is one of them, I decided to drop an electronic notification to the royal boys in red with brown hats and horses to get some feedback. Guess what happened? Later that night I had a strange dream other than the usual fanfare. I dreamt I got pregnant and not just a little either, 9 months worth, lactating too. This soon turned into a nightmare as the thought of having twins, Im a man you see and there are only two ways for them to come out, from behind and the way it is on a woman, from the front, need I say more. I awoke quite suddenly. When I couldnt get back to sleep, I decided to watch a movie about a short green illegal from another world, who hooked up with two living dead actors from beyond the sea that have a great Ben. I started to wonder maybe the weird alien who I shall leave nameless, Paul, maybe he got me knocked up considering how rude he was and why he wanted to get off Earth so fast, blowing off his responsibilities maybe. Thats the third time Ive used that word in three lines about two men and a little green dude. 3 plus 3 plus 2 plus 1 equals 9. March 12, 2012. The weather has been warmer than usual here in the falls, but not warm enough to produce insects, at least I thought. I walked into my kitchen to make a coffee when I saw a black mass on the window. Upon closer examination I realized it was an insect, but like nothing I have ever seen before. Its body was three inches long, its diameter at the head half an inch widening to an inch toward its abdomen, eight legs, wings and a mouth with pointed teeth two rows of them top and bottom. Its eyes looked like those of a grasshopper, black colored body with red dots and the wings were a clear green. I placed my hand on the window and I swear it tried to eat through the glass to try and get to me, carnivorous maybe? I pulled my hand away and it flew off. Ive never seen anything like it before. How could it survive, especially during the winter? The biggest question of all is where did it come from? Maybe I imagined it? After all I havent slept well, drink too much coffee and smoke ten times as normal. Some people might say its caused by the herb influence, but Ive been clean now for 12 weeks. Lets see third month twelfth day twelve weeks, 3 plus 1 plus 2 plus 1 plus 2 equals 9. Every time it adds to that number something strange occurs with me. I cant say its not real since most of my dreams are surreal, so it wouldnt be so weird to assume its affecting my reality. Its more than plausible to assume I witnessed a sleep induced hallucination. Its hard sometimes to distinguish between dreamscape and reality when youre half asleep. The truth is that Im drawn to the number nine quite frequently, Im not sure why? Take for instance; I looked at the weather for today March 13, 2012 its going to be warm again with a bit of rain. The weird part that struck a chord with me was the sunrise time for today 7:15, 7 plus 1 plus 5 equals 13 followed by sunset 7:02, 7 plus 0 plus 2 equals 9. My niece is coming over later today; I better make sure shes fine and we dont do anything strenuous, just in case something occurs, bad tidings seem to follow me around. Creepy Hormones And todays special word is necrophilia, Im going to assume we all know what this word means, dancing with the dead horizontally. I tell you the movie industry goes too far when they think that this kind of thing is entertaining. Its one thing to have them walking, running, sprinting at amazing speeds, leaps and bounds, but to show people engaging in such horrific acts is just insulting to the senses and they wonder why their losing money. Very few horror movies

engage in horror, most of them now only deal in gore, gross and stupidity. If you wonder who would survive a world ending event, it wont be actors, without a script to follow they wont know what to do. Mind you the hairdressers will probably be booked solid. They say you need to die before you can become a vampire and if you engaged in the horizontal dance with these creatures wouldnt that be considered necrophilia? Eh Buffy? I had this conversation with a well-known actress, I hinted to her about having zombie sex with her, she replied Im not a zombie and I said arent you an actress. She responded youre a pervert Norman. I replied, You seem surprised at that, isnt sex-appeal part of what makes you popular, dont you need me thinking about you, undressing you and seducing you in my mind, so Ill watch your shows, movies and buy the products you endorse. You call it a career, I call it sexual manipulation. March 14, 2012 its 7:02 in the morning 7 plus 0 plus 2 equals 9 and Ive just awoken from a terrifying nightmare. It was so real that I ran from my room into the kitchen and tried to barricade my door into the loft. A woman had yelled through my bedroom door that a large group of robots were coming to get their friend, which she had dismantled in the living room. I stood in the kitchen thinking about what she had said, robots here? We dont have any robots. I was quite shaken at the notion; hands trembled, pulse racing from the adrenaline rush, but soon calmed down. Thinking it may have been just a nightmare thought deeper about it and decided that maybe my counterpart in a parallel world had just been killed by rampaging toasters ovens. Devouring flesh of naked souls, bleeding deeply from the untold, bring forth his master from beyond the grave, seeping into your mind to terrify your claim, Im a follower I kneel before the damned and Ill rip your mortal being with bloody hands. Punish the wicked, scraping the flesh, tearing into your body to release the unblessed. Blistering thoughts of my past sins will horrify the tormented and make them scream. Broken limbs twisted to delight, bring about darkness into the light, crimson nature, hells true wrath, cleanse the unholy in blood soaked cracks. From between the lines her vengeance will come, reaping the souls of the corrupted ones. My niece asked me yesterday why I cant write something nice, magical, she stared at me. I had an odd expression on my face, she asked what are you thinking and I replied, mushrooms. Another lively dream occurred last night; I thought my brother had entered my room to warn me that a wire had been attached to my bed. Someone decided to hook that line to the back of a delivery truck and it was about to depart. I rushed to clear everything off my bed, pillows, blankets and sheets. It wasnt until I had disrupted most of my room that I realized I was still sleeping and it was only a dream. It appeared so surreal that it influenced my reality to destroy everything around me, including my ability to fall back to sleep. It took a few hours and now Im back to a lousy sleeping schedule. Cutting down on coffee, switching to drinking more water to avoid second winds five minutes after closing my eyes would help greatly. I watched a holly hills movie about the end of all things yesterday, I laughed at the content, they had calculated the end all life all the way down to the hour, as if. They add in too much religion to their movies regarding this subject. Too much hype, even the various church remnants dont speak of such things, its nonproductive and goes against everything they try to teach us, you know forgiveness, caring. Its if there saying, if I dont like what you have done with freewill, Im going to squash you like a bug? There is another possibility about this, what if the planet Earth is the benevolent Gods child and we are the acne that flourishes on her face. Sooner or later hes going to apply a cleansing lotion to clean her surface of what is destroying her beauty. Consider how small we

really are to the cosmos, its our self-centered thinking that gives us the reason that we actually matter, but do we? Creepy Time to Wake Up Time to come down to Earth and speak of something that most people are not aware of in regards to the laws that govern us. Im curious, are people aware that in my country people do not have a right to an attorney during questioning. You may however briefly speak to one over the phone, but they are not allowed in the interrogation room. This is a law in the country south of us; Miranda does not exist in my country. You can refuse to answer questions, no boy in blue can force you to answer questions and they can only hold you for a few hours. If they are detaining you without charges, always ask if you are free to go, repeat several times and always remember silence is golden. Dont answer their questions, keep your mouth shut and always ask if you can leave. The boys in blue need reasonable suspicions to keep you locked up and proof of a crime committed by you. You can refuse searches of yourself, vehicle, even if they have suspicions; if they turn up empty on these theyre the ones wholl look guilty before the law. For all intended purposes, my country could be considered a police state; civilians have no real legal rights to stop the boys in blue from harassing them, searching them or interrogating them. The protection they believe they have is a misconception brought on by television, in actuality they are a Southerly neighbor protection only, we have next to nothing. The less spoken by you when being detained will keep you out of harms way, until you can get access to a lawyer. One more piece of information, lying is not against the law and the boys in blue will always try to trick you up. Keep silent, theyre just words, dont take it personally or theyll get you. My brother asked me not to make dinner while half asleep, he didnt appreciate maple syrup with his scrambled eggs. Some people like syrup on their eggs, unfortunately I added this brown liquid while whisking them, people add milk, but I added the syrup making them brown and extremely sweet. It wasnt intentional, but they really werent that bad either. I dont like adding milk to scrambled eggs, it deludes the mixture. Onions are fine just not a lot of them, lettuce and tomatoes, if youre making an omelet add these after, cheese on occasion but not processed, real cheddar only. I botched making cookies, who thought that possible, they were frying in the oven not baking. Too make it worse they came prepackaged, just add water. My brother asked what did you do, I said, I added water and greased the pan, he stared, its a nonstick pan you idiot. I keep pulling up my socks to drink several litres of the black stuff just to read please play again. I wonder if thats what this whole thing is about, you buy the chance to read those yellow words? Maybe I should take my own advice hand, mouth, trigger, but who has the time with all the trips to the bathroom. Coffee is a natural laxative. Personally I dont like coffee, but I do love cream and sugar. Someone is probably asking what weird ass dreams have you had lately Norman, well lets see there was one with pretty Sarah, but didnt include her husband Fred. She led the zombie revolt against the remaining humans. Then there was the man who caused all the strife, an iron-side to him, nasty little Mike. Lets not forget the two brothers not of lineage making allies of dead woman walking, who shrunk the heads of zombies as a past time for eternity.

March 20, 2012 12:42 AM Im getting this really nasty feeling all over my body like something terrible is about to happen. Not sure what it is, but it has something to do with the planet. My nerves are just jumping. I feel like something is crawling inside my chest. This is the worse Ive ever felt this sensation. 1 plus 2 plus 4 plus 2 equals 9, I need to lie down, I got a sickly feeling something terrible just happened. Gee whiz Norman could you possibly be more vague, the world. Pick a headline and say you saw it. Like thats predicting our demise accurately. 3/21/12 third month still, 3 plus 2 plus 1 plus 1 plus 2 equals 9, I wonder what this day has in store for us or am I just being paranoid. The puck chaser has a point about the monsters perpetuating hundreds of crimes against the innocent, just to receive a sentence thats laughable. Makes one wonder why the hierarchy go to such great lengths to protect the monsters, maybe they have something to hide about their own true nature? Im sitting here listening to a song about a monster and me; its from a movie about a big green guy and his talking ass. I also listen to the zombie fellow, maybe thats why I dream about them so often. His music is kind of dark and sinister. Yesterday like today is quite warm for this time of the year, above average temperatures. This effect has caused the spider population to come out of their nests, not good for me. Ive squished several of them. You see Im allergic to their venom, a bite on the leg means I cant walk, a bite on the arm means I cant use that either. On top of that it swells up like a balloon and it continues until I get treatment or it reaches my heart and then I die. If I get bit on the chest, Ill only have a few hours before its lights out for me. These little buggers have a tendency to sample my flesh while Im sleeping, so I squash them during the day. Lucky for me the thermostat is supposed to fall back to normal and theyll hopefully go back to sleep. If not, I may not wake up the next morning. It would appear that I was correct when I stated that someone has been in my computer, I got contacted by a cult, a real one. They said they have read my work and want to meet me, to discuss my future with them. They said they could make all my dreams come true, obviously they havent actually read it, if they had, they would know that all my dreams are nightmares or maybe thats the point? Since they offered to buy lunch, I stupidly accepted. After meeting with these individuals, I would have to say that lunch was far better than the conversation. Its not that the offer wasnt genuine or decent, its there chain of command and the rules they have imposed on their flock. They wanted me to change the part of protecting the women from the sexual desires of the males. Sorry dudes no way, someone has to keep the monsters at bay. If you cant treat the females with the same respect that you demand then youre no better than the rest of the monsters. Remember the understanding hand; it shouldnt be between the thighs of the younger generation. If there is a God, dont you think hes watching what you do to his angels? You better pray theres a purgatory, because hell wouldnt even want the likes of you. Demons feed off fear not flesh, so you wont be burning in hell; God is going to vaporize your corrupted soul. Thou shall not be born again unto any world for you have sin the ultimate sin of aggression, upon the most innocent. I have another project going on in the living room; can you guess what idiotic idea I came up with this time? I have second degree burns on my hands. There are some things I shouldnt play with and those are chemicals, Im not a chemist even though I have these wild ideas sloshing around inside my head. Lucky my new table isnt made of wood or it would have been worse, plastic doesnt burn, it needs a detonator.

I heard a scream late last night it emanated from the woods across the street. I decided in my lack of real thinking power to go and investigate. Beyond the shadows of the trees I came across two men attacking a young woman, they noticed me. One shone a small blade and ordered me to leave, if I valued my life. Im a bit dense, I replied if you value your lives, youd let me kill you quickly. They looked stunned. The smaller of the two came at me. He acted as though I would be a stuntman in a holly hills movie and dance around until someone lay dead. I just kicked him in the jewels three times and took away his small metallic threat. The other man, who watched, yelled nasty dirty words at me. Apparently the small dude was his brother. He threatened to kill the young lady. While I glared at him, I leaned over and slit his brothers throat. While he gasped in shock the young woman grabbed the taller man by the balls, he keeled over. When he raised himself up, I stabbed him in the throat twice and watched him fall to the ground. The young lady thanked me, she begun to move away, I grabbed her arm and told her, Lets wait a few minutes, so these boys can bleed out, we wouldnt want them to survive now would we? she smiled at me. She then took the knife from my hand and said, Ill tell them I defended myself from their vicious assault, no need for my rescuer to go to jail, I smiled and walked away. The cult has taught me that some lives need to be taken to cleanse the world of the evil that threatens all that is good. Forgiveness is something that only exists in holly hills movies, there is no room for it in the real world or things will just get worse. I am Gods chosen son and I will purge the evil from this world one demon at a time, if necessary. March 23, 2012 Third month 3 plus 2 plus 3 plus 2 plus 0 plus 1 plus 2 equals 13 the manipulation of my number fixation, is climbing to new levels to attain an uneasy consideration of eventual destruction of global annihilation. Ive decided to ignore my inner voices and have acquired more chemicals, plastics and something new, gases. I am a superior mind dancing on the edge of madness, but they will understand soon, what its like to be one of great conscience under stress to perform a God like service for all humankind. Every time I try to do Gods work something goes horribly wrong and I stain my hands with blood. I tell myself they have committed evil. I just dont know what it is, but since Im not burning in hell, Im perfectly safe in the knowledge that the purging was beneficial for the common good. Creepy Cracked Marbles Crippling thoughts, tormenting pain, will drive us all, totally insane. Burning flesh, twisted souls, bring on Armageddon, just like fore told. Seek out destruction and the demons will come, rape the land of goodness, until only the bloody flesh remains. Hammer and nails, metal spikes with wrath, bring the accused, before Gods path. Beg for his hand to crush the damned and bring the dead up onto the land. Screaming eagles passing through the gates, soon we will be condemned, because its our fate. Which should I talk about today aliens or monsters? Invaders tearing up the streets of Lost Angels to get a drink of polluted water, how about twins being cannibalized by a crazed piano teacher and then theres my favorite, distanced fun buddies crashing on Earth from the future into the past were toilets are a hole in the ground with a fist full of leaves. I bypassed the dimensional hole to invite other worldly insects to come and ravage the Earth, I dont like spiders and the man-one requires a really big swatter. I have however, envisioned dropping

orbital gas bombs down on unsuspecting cities that burn my crawl with sins so volatile that even the dead wont haunt them from fear of mental scarring. As for aliens they live amongst us, why you may ask? To cause fear, animosity, and division to divide, so they can conquer. Its easier to destroy us if we are already at each others throats. You see a nuclear war will eliminate the masses and the leaders will swarm underground making it much easier to wipe them out. Only a few apocalyptic survivors will stand in their way and theyll take their time hunting them, while they take our natural resources that we fear is dwindling and will be gone before we wake up from our delusion that we are alone. Im pushing my mental state with various pharmaceuticals, sporadic sleeping, but have switched from consuming a lakes worth of coffee with water. The trips arent as frequent, but I stand longer before the porcelain god. Im hoping to unlock the secrets embedded deep inside my subconscious to reveal our true destiny. My dreamscape is becoming more surreal; I see faces, places and remember entire conversations with those within the visions. What Im truly seeking is the formulas I see, but only faintly remember. I believe those formulas are the key to our salvation. Smashing fingers with metal sticks will make the fat ugly human, squeal like a pig. Hell be damned for his accursed desire, and Ill rip his flesh to stretch his smile. Acid bath upon his face, will make it easier, to slice away his disgrace. Sawing deeply into his flesh, Ill remove the limbs that he once possessed. Beg he may for mercy from me, for he gave none to the innocent that we called three. Punishment is final for all his sins; passing out sentence is why Im here, Ill give his victims what they want, to slay the unholy creature, before the courts give him a walk. Im not insane anymore or at least I dont think I am, on the edge maybe, but not off the deep end. I cannot question my direction or desired fate of a chosen disciple of human fate. I cant find the strength to write down the depressing stuff that I dream when sleeping deep within my minds tormented landscape. I dont need a reminder about how lonely I really am. The want and need for human touch from the softer side of human desire. I close my eyes and breathe in the sweet scent of her hair dancing in the wind, overwhelming drift of blossoming flowers filling my senses with joys that Ill never truly experience for myself, until Im dead. Times drifting away from my train of thought toward a real sense of insecurity amongst the law defenders. I spent the last several hours speaking with the boys in blue, local, provincial and federal. You see they have been investigating the bodies that they have found in and around the area I live in. They wanted to know how many of them are mine. I thought long before answering and replied, None, I only have this body unless you count my replicating machine in my bathroom. I chuckled they didnt. I went on to explain the device. I sit on the porcelain gods face and drop little brown eggs into his mouth. They then travel throughout the water steel slides until they reach the outer areas. When they hatch they move up onto the land to create chaos, destruction, a Zombie Apocalypse. They were not amused. I didnt really care since they had read me my rights. I asked to speak to an attorney and they denied me. They may not be allowed in the room during questioning, but I can speak to one over the phone and they violated that right. So they got one whopper of a lie thatll stink up any chance of me co-operating with them. One of lifes little pleasures I suppose. Crimson death, fire and rage, the dead shall rise from beyond their graves. Suffering souls lost in time, bring hellish dreams into your mind. Open the door, seal it shut, the overwhelming numbers will rip you apart. Heaven above Earth, Hell is below, the surface of our world is about to explode.

Staring into the young mans eyes my mind began to bleed from the thoughts that cursed his inner soul, for he knew not what he was, whether he is man or beast. Forever switching from this world to his, never knowing whether this be his life or someone elses. His stare from beyond sent shivers up my spine, for it wasnt his fate, but instead, it was mine. The scars from my past have once again begun to haunt my dreams and thoughts while Im awake. I do not wish to relive that which I cannot change. No one can help me, even though there are plenty of takers wanting to soothe my tormented mind. The past is the past and Im a condemned spirit imprisoned within the crippling thoughts that hide my true soul. March 28, 2012 another surreal nightmare, a strange one in deed. In this nasty view of things to come, I found myself standing on a railway bridge within a harbor. The building I was in collapsed onto the bridge, only a few of us survived the impact. I watched in horror as a white mustang with yellow racing stripes, soared through the air after the land below fell beneath. It crashed into a loading crane and fell to the Earth. The driver climbed out of his smoking wreck and sat on the drivers side window, half in half out. At that moment a wave of water washed by the bridge. A restaurant flowed with the surge, we could see people screaming, running around inside as the building got swept over the edge and down onto the driver of the car. The crane toppled over onto an adjoining building, causing that to collapse as well. I turned and begun to climb up the side of the bent bridge. A tall balding man grabbed my arm and said, Lets wait here, someone will come and rescue us, he shone a crooked smile. I said, do you hear that noise thats a train coming through the tunnel toward us and there is no place for it to go, our building is laying across the tracks, I pulled away from him and climbed up above and as I did, the train passed by under me. My eyes widened as I watched helplessly as the train mowed over most of the survivors and slammed into the debris. The bridge shook from the blast, steel girders flew in all directions, and I jumped off the bridge and onto a drifting rooftop of another building passing by. Several people who had followed me up onto the top of the bridge, jumped as well. You see, the thing is about that particular dream is, I dont leave near a harbor or near the ocean, but I do however live near the Niagara River and we have experienced several minor quakes, and so anything is possible. Smash his face, kick in his teeth, make the damn scream and bleed. Tormented souls begging for light, nailed to the cross is a poor mans plight. Stinging wisdom, ripping the flesh, you will all feel my wrath and then youll be dead. Condemned son, burning with desire, climb out of your tomb and give us Hell. For hope is lost, nothing but pain, wash away our kind and declare your reign. March 29, 2012, my dreams are far better than most holly hill movies, I tell ya. The one last night could be considered cool. It starts out with me running from the boys in blue for some ridiculous crime, murder. To get away from them, I ran into a car sales yard and within this purposely designed car haven of over price wrecks, I saw a quarter-miler on display. They had the engine running. One fellow leaned inside and turned the ignition, he saw me approached and asked if I would like to sit behind the wheel to get a feel for the raw power. He screamed bloody hell, when I took off in the machine. I headed down toward the border bridge at high speed, zipping through intersection without a care in the world, one clip and Im done. At the end of the street there appeared to have been an accident between a garbage truck and an empty car carrier, its ramp was down. I hit it at 360 and soared across the sky, below me I could see the river and in front of me the worse car crash in history. I hit the ground like a wet sack of cow dung thrown

from a skyscraper. A fiery wreck like no other, I got thrown a quarter mile at least and came crashing down into a mattress factory, talk about lucky. After escaping a horrible end, I proceeded to steal another vehicle, this time a 1970 black Dodge charger with a 450cc engine with 500hp and it had a blower with nitro, now thats power. I hit top speed down a Tennessee highway, could see my future until those damn boys in blue threw down a spike chain. An endless ride of flips, twists and rolls that caused this beautiful machine to disintegrate around me. But do you think I died, of course not. I got tossed high into the air and landed in a lake several miles down the road, first lucky, now blessed, not. I cant swim. I awoke flapping my arms all over the place, drenched in sweat; I cracked my skull on the table beside the bed, nine stitches to close the wound. Damn I hate that number. Creepy Twisted Truth April, 04, 2012 my sleep problem has returned in-force; its been over three days since I last slept. I see strange things around me and not withstanding several conversations with the dead, ghost of people who wander our world. Ive resorted to my pen name (Squeeze the Monkey) to try and fall asleep, it doesnt help. I have other concerns to add to this unfortunate event. My birthday is coming up, 4/11/12 add the numbers 4 plus 1 plus 1 plus 1 plus 2 equals 9, this may be the last birthday I ever have. My minds thoughts splinter with the over exercised idea that everything comes down to the numbers and mine is up. April 9, 2012, 4/9/12 2:09 AM 4 plus 9 equals 13, 1 plus 3 equals 4 plus 1 plus 2 equals 7, 2 plus 9 equals 11, 7 plus 1 plus 1 equals nine. They say the record for someone going without sleep is 11 days. His sanity went long before that, his hair and finger nails fell out as time progressed. My hair is thinning rapidly, my nails look shocking. Im slowly becoming the walking dead and there appears to be no light at the end of the tunnel. The gaps in my journal show that Im spending endless hours talking with invisible beings or am I seeing those who do exist only because I lack sleep? Aliens walk amongst us and I see them, they are not ghost, but deliverers of destruction that are manipulating our thinking toward our self-annihilation. They whisper in my ear, they are the devils tools, cleanse this world of the chaos they deliver and God will forgive. I am his sword of fate and Ill do his bidding. The end of days, are running down toward the Apocalypse, time to evoke his wrath upon the sinners that pollute his childs face. The numbers that pile up from the cleansing need not matter as long as their numbers dwindle down to nothing. Each soul will be consumed by darkness from inside the light of his being. April 10, 2012 4:32 in the AM, 4 plus 3 plus 2 equals 9, my brother slipped something into my drink and I slept all day long. One may have thought that I might have slept for a week, but the nightmares that enslave my subconscious while I sleep wont let me. Technically I awoke around 2:07 PM in the afternoon, 2 plus 0 plus 7 equals 9 and I have been awake since then, 14 hours later and I dream of sleep once again. Daunting images dance across the walls taunting me to strip away logic and give into the decline of my ever decaying thoughts drowning in madness. I spend my waking hours mulling over the strange events enveloping our world, hundreds of renowned scientists and other professionals have all died over the past two years and most of them have been listed as unexplained. Massive whirlpools over 400kl in diameter appeared in the ocean off the coast of South America, water displacement or warming of the depths from lava flows? Increased in seismic readings worldwide, followed by earthquakes in areas not known for such activity.

They say that the breach in the ozone is getting wider, but several scientists said that it is in fact repairing itself and then those people all died mysteriously. Tornadoes have touched down in record numbers and its only the beginning of the year and not quite that season yet, so how come? Even here in Niagara Falls we have had several tremors that have moved my furniture several inches across the floor, their response; its just an increase in traffic. Ive heard a rumor that a new epidemic is coming and if you get sick whatever you do dont accept the cure or youll die. Politicians are opting out of the so-called cure to allow the lower class constituents an opportunity to be saved. Theyre politicians, they do not wait for a cure unless theyre lying about what it really is, a population reduction program disguised as a pandemic to cover their tracks of mass murder. Remember they are preoccupied about our dwindling resources and the fewer there are of the lower end class the better. Nine ways to end the human race; 1.Religious prophecies, 2.Virus/pathogen/plague, 3.Nuclear war, 4.Asteroid/comet, 5.Earthquakes/shifting tectonic plates, 6.Melting of polar ice caps/drowning, 7.Alien invasion, 8.Super volcanic eruptions, 9. Sterilization/ cant reproduce. 4/11/12, 4 plus 1 plus 1 plus 1 plus 2 equals 9, 1:53 AM, 1 plus 5 plus 3 equals 9, temperature outside 36 degrees Fahrenheit, 3 plus 6 equals 9, three nines for my birthday, time to sleep and hopefully not forever. I still need to make more calculations based on what I have seen so far deep within my sleeping subconscious mind. I had a waking premonition on my birthday prior to my parents arriving to take me out to lunch. We were travelling to a shopping center when we got into an accident. In the flash of a moment, I found myself lying on a stretcher in the place the healthy shouldnt go. I had received 99 stitches. I only had 9 fingers and 9 toes left, 9 broken teeth, 9 cracked ribs, 9 puncture wounds, all those nines being thrown at me. It felt like God had beaten me with a hammer. Unfortunately hes more creative than that, he decided to throw a tractor trailer at us and seven cars, total wrecks 9, with a body count of 9. I stared momentarily out the window while I watched my dads vehicle approach. I encouraged him to take me to an art supply store on the other side of the city, before we go to the shopping center. The accident never happened, at least we werent involved, but I heard later that there was one and the total number of wrecks was thirteen, with a body count of the same denomination. Is death stalking me now like in the holly hills movie, I think not since we werent the ones who died initially in the flash of a crash within my minds eye. Friday the 13 brought me pain, I pulled a groin muscle and I got stuck at home, maybe that was a good thing. April 14 fourth month 4 plus 1 plus 4 equals 9, I have extreme pain throughout my body, starting in my hands and travelling to all the exotic areas on my meat suit. I may not have been in the accident, but I feel like I was, very strange. Earlier this month there was a rash of earthquakes across the southern part of the leaders of freedom, going all the way down to the oppress that slinky their way across the divide to get some of that freedom. They have passed off this first time event to drilling of natural resources, as if that would suffice as a logical explanation. I did a bit of background work on hierarchy methodology and discovered a rash of them booked their vacations in the far most northern or southern hemisphere in around the beginning of winter solstice, how odd? April 16, 2012 2:43 am 2 plus 4 plus 3 equals 9, I have felt several tremors here in my place of refuge. An increasing amount of these ground shakers is alarming, considering that we normally only get one or two a year and we have surpassed that by over two dozen. It cant all be traffic, considering tourist season hasnt even started yet. Also the Midwest has once again been

pounded by several dozen tornadoes and its not whirlwind season there, so it makes one wonder what is really actually beginning. Yesterday I met this odd gentleman in the park near where I live; he said he was a scientist that works on creating cures for various conditions. I explained my problem to him; he smiled and offered me something he was working on. An experimental drug, I decided that maybe I should try something more off the wall than normal. Ill write down the effects I go through them, besides he wants that information as well. While I was browsing through the internet, I came across a story amongst the many news outlets. It was about a young man on the West coast of the place south of us, who died of a mysterious illness. The local authorities could not explain what had taken his life. I took it upon myself to type in his name to see if anyone related to him, had been stricken with this unknown illness. I cold chill ran down my spine as a long list of his relatives appeared in the obituaries along with his name. A few other names were different, but they were listed as close friends and they too were dead as well. Along each page I viewed there where a set of numbers. I decided to have some fun and string the numbers together, linking them like GPS coordinates 41.00121 N, 111.2120 W, which came up as Kaysville Quad Utah. I decided to dig deeper and discovered that all of these people had originated from that community several months earlier and now theyre all dead. Makes one wonder what exactly are the boys in green doing in this community, there appears to be something happening there but information is limited or prohibited. April 17, 2012 3:51 am 3 plus 5 plus 1 equals 9, for the last several hours I have suffered extreme pain in my left hand, right side of my palm. When I apply pressure, I can feel the blood pumping through my veins, but it feels like globs of blood and not s steady flow. My toe nails have changed color as well, are these side effects of that experimental drug? April 18, 2012 6:03 am 1 plus 8 equals 9, 6 plus 0 plus 3 equals 9, fourth month plus year 4 plus 2 plus 0 plus 1 plus 2 equals 9, 999 turned upside down gives me bad vibes. I have severe cramping throughout my lower intestines, sharp intense pain in back, feels like someone just stabbed me with a knife. Black round boils have appeared in various areas of my body and Im bleeding from my eyes. These symptoms are far more surprising than one would think for an experimental treatment. Unfortunately for me the scientist that gave me the injection and then the pills has sent me a letter outlining that the pills are placebo. The injection I received is an experimental version of a vaccine for the bird flu. This is bad, my body has a tendency to absorb the virus part, of vaccines and incorporate them into my system. Im a carrier now, Son of a Bitch. This must have been why they hacked my system and stole my diary; they needed to know if I would make a good human weapon of mass destruction. I dont know what to do now, Im lost. I must shut myself away from the world or be the bringer of their foul stench upon an unsuspecting population. Ive spent a few hours contemplating my predicament. Locking myself away wont get me revenge on these people. Ive come up with a solution which will seem quite horrendous and self-serving toward what they want, but not exactly. In retrospect I really didnt think it through, about my actions on revenge. You see my saliva is saturated with the disease, so I smeared this on the corners of several hundred letters that I mailed to various Government offices. I used different names and addresses so they wont put them aside. When they open them up theyll hold the letter in a certain way, touching the corners and since I made sure there were several pages theyll lick their fingers to turn the page. They better hope that it cant be transferred in this manner or they will feel my rage of being infected by them.

Im so tired, but I cant sleep, my insomnia has returned and depression is sinking in. I just want to close my eyes forever and sleep all the madness away. From beyond my mind deep within my soul, I feel the grim reaper tugging at my coat. As his icy cold claws dig deep into my head, he strips away my thoughts and replaces them with dread. Crucifying my mind in endless taunts, pulls me down to hell, to be forgot. Angels dont care they jeer and point, cursing me down for what had occurred. I gave no thoughts for my action I did, spreading a disease for my own self-worth. They gave it to me and I passed it on, my evil deeds have condemned them all. Sometimes people dont think too hard about what tasks there asked to do and some think them to menial to even bother. There was this story about a celebrity that died waiting for a surgeon to arrive from a distant shore. I investigated and learned that a local doctor was supposed to perform the delicate surgery but never appeared. He had been killed earlier in the day when a truck smashed into the carwash he was at, killing him and several others. Now why would he be at this place when he was needed for the surgery later in the day? You see this particular person always performed a certain task before surgery. When he would wash his car clean of all that smeared its beauty, he would have no problems or complications during surgery. Back tracking a little further I found that he had four interns that he had asked to wash his vehicle, while he prepared for the surgery. But they had decided that it was to menial of a job for them and didnt bother doing it. So this man hung up on superstitious reasoning had to do it himself. I looked further into this story and discovered that the four interns where now unemployed, because their benefactor was now dead. A menial task that nobody wanted to do ended with two dead and four unemployed, talk about irony. They say actions speak louder than words or in this case the non-action spoke even louder from the dominoes effect, you just never know what will happen when you dont act. Creepy Infected 2012 April 20, 2012 4:41 am 4 plus 4 plus 1 equals 9, Last night I had my own version of the end of the world in my dreams or nightmare, take your pick. Anyway during the unauthorized uprising of infected people on virus overdrive, I slept through the carnage in rem sleep, within the dream. When I awoke during the dream, I came to realize what had occurred and did what any other law abiding citizen would have done, I ransacked the variety store across the street for supplies. I moved about the neighborhood scavenging for anything that I could use besides food, and water. I took several generators. Electricity is a necessity to keep fridges working and everything cold. I located several large plastic storage bins and loaded them up with cold stuff and ice. During my quest for anything that wasnt nailed down, I got to wondering where all the infected were. It appeared to me that the infected were attracted to music. I live in Niagara Falls a place full of bars and sidewalk lounges. The music is automatic, it comes on by itself and all the bars have generators. Nothing changes even when the world is dead, everyone was downtown at the bars drinking and listening to music, even though the drink was blood, I couldnt tell the difference from normal crowd from the walking dead, they all look the same to me. Its not enough to save yourself, you also have to survive, food, water, generators, and toilet paper is a must. Weapons, guns if you can find them, this is Canada not south of the border where every other store is a gun shop. Bows, arrows, crossbow if possible, there quiet, knives, spears, even a crowbar. These arent just to keep the infected at bay, but the more vicious kind of scavengers who just dont care about anything, but themselves. Ransack a pharmacy; you may

need the drugs for other things. Store fuel someplace nearby for the generators. Stock up on blankets and clothes, you dont want to waste water washing them, so have plenty to change into. Summer wont last forever, so try and find oil heaters, there small an efficient and dont use much energy. This may be a good time to quit smoking, since nobody will be producing them anymore, unless you can find a large store of them somewhere. Since Im in a loft I would suggest large planters, bags of soil and whatever seeds you can locate to grow your own vegetables. As for fruits, I would suggest blueberries, raspberries, blackberries or strawberries there easier to grow indoors. If you have sufficient freezers then stock heavily in meats, beef, and chicken, as long as there frozen theyll last a long time. There are other things youll need like flashlights, batteries, candles, radio, a ham one will allow you to try and locate others, but do it at your own risk. Binoculars, so you can see into the distance. Only gather stuff you can use or know how to use, creating a scientific laboratory and not knowing science is a waste of time. If you are secure and have plenty of supplies dont waste your time going to where others are. Its possible that you might not make it and you may find youre not better off or even may be considered a burden by those already there. They may not have a lot of supplies, so think before you commit yourself to something so dangerous. Unless you need the companionship so bad that its worth risking your life. If youre curious and the answer is yes, Im still suffering from bouts of insomnia. This is not a good thing; my mind begins to wander in and out of twisting mind melting thoughts of uncontrollable ideas of global destruction. I wonder whether Im doing the right thing by barricading myself within my home to avoid spreading hysteria and the Croatoan virus, also known as the bird flu. More end of the world stuff, if 21/12/12 is a Friday and the world doesnt end than that means that chaos will ensue on the Monday. Why you may ask? Because before that day nobody will be doing any Christmas shopping out of fear that the world is going to end, kind of ridicules dont you think to even bother spending cash, if we are not going to survive? But when nothing happens, everyone will be swarming to the stores in a chaotic panic, after all, what kind of people would we be if we didnt celebrate his birthday with gifts. There is also another possible solar event that may or may not occur a day before the end of the world and that is an increase in radiation from the sun. It wont be cataclysmic, but it could fry our electronics, if its powerful enough. So shut off your toys on the nineteenth to save yourself some cash on repurchasing toasted phones and computers. I heard a broadcast of a man claiming to have worked at area 51; he said that the military had been in contact with inter-dimensional beings that were planning our annihilation. It seemed truthful enough especially when the broadcast got shut down, not just locally, but their satellite link got severed, very suspicious. The only real problem I had with it was that he mentioned that they had released him from duties for medical reason. He didnt state what the medical reason was, also suspicious. Like I said before, other earthly visitors could colonize our world by destroying most of the cities, and then hunt down the remainder of humans on the surface. Then they would be free to enslave the ones who hid underground, cullying the cattle into confined containers. Just because the Government, military and rich people survive, it doesnt mean theyll be free. Id rather be dead then a probe toy of alien seduction desires. It would appear that my brother will be working on the day the Earth ends, his day off wont be until Sunday, two days later. As for me, Ive purchased two inflatable rafts. When they are deployed they have sealable pockets that I plan on sticking several packages of military rations in, along with bottles of water. I have acquired scuba gear and a motorcycle helmet. I also

plan on lining the smaller pockets on the outside with seeds. Water wont be everywhere after all is said and done. I may need the food later on. Now I dont plan on being outside when all hell breaks loose, Im just going to wait until the house gets blown away. I plan on being between the two inflated rafts when I get swept away with everything else. There is a slight problem with this plan, you see the area I live in is 1200 ft. below sea-level. I need to resurface quickly to avoid an unpleasant demise. The only question you need to ask is what will explode first, Norman or his rafts. Ive reduced my coffee consumption down to about eighty cups a day and still I cant sleep. Maybe thats the reason for my insomnia, who knows Im not a doctor, just a creamer sugar enthusiast. This next section will get you thinking about world events, I spent the last few hours researching earthquakes and there connection to volcanic eruptions. What I found was disturbing. It would appear that our government scientists know how to predict these events several years in advance, simply by comparing swarms of earthquakes. A rash of smaller quakes below 4.0 in and around the same area will result in a major quake coming within months. The Philippines is a high risk area this year of 2012 with over 444 quakes since January 2012 to April this month. Other possible locations Indonesia, hundreds of smaller ones topped off with several higher ranking ones, Japan will look like a tremor compared to whats coming for them. Places of concern for the west is New York, Long Island and San Francisco heading down the coast to Palmdale to San Benito California. Other interesting stuff I discovered at a Government geological site showed that a swarm of earthquakes have occurred in and around Yellowstone national park. This has raised some eyebrows since a swarm of earthquakes occurred just prior to Mount Saint Helens eruption 30 years ago. They try to pass it off as a simple form of expression for a super volcano flexing its muscles. As I read the report I got rudely disconnected, not just from the site, I lost my internet signal. I called my supplier and you wont believe what they said to me. I asked, where is my connection and when will I be back on line and they responded, youre under review. What the heck does that mean? I said, Im paying for this service, either reconnect me or Ill go elsewhere. Their response, it doesnt matter, your still under review. I contacted my attorne y. It took a while, but now Im back online, but they lowered my connection speed. Big brother doesnt want me poking around the secrets they hide. April 23, fourth month 4 plus 2 plus 3 equals 9, 11:43 am 1 plus 1 plus 4 plus 3 equals 9, temperature outside 36 degrees 3 plus 6 equals 9, three nines it figures. It was 80 degrees last week and now its winter this week, damn those nines. Creeping shadows whispers from a forest overflowing with darkness, shimmering lights flicker upward toward a moonless night. Calls from the unknown torment your soul; embrace the horror of blood gone cold. Jagged blades stained with life, bring an unholy presence into the light. Waters edge, crystal and calm, becomes unraveled in the mornings sun. Ripples spawn an eerie sight as the forgotten disappear the following night. April 27, 2012, my brother wanted to do something interesting on his day off, so I obliged him. We skipped across the border to take a tour of our southern neighbors military base, just across the river. He hadnt been to one before so what the heck, why not go take a peek to see what their really all about. Well while we were there, he met an old friend taking the tour; they paired up and wandered with the group. I on the other hand did something not to bright; I swiped a uniform from one of their lockers, so I could get a better look at the more private areas. But just when I wanted to go left someone grabbed me and shoved a box into my arms. He

ordered me to take it to a secured section. I responded yes sir, right away sir and I saluted. The officer pointed to where I needed to go and off I went. It appeared the uniform I borrowed came with a high standard of security clearance. I cant begin to tell you what I saw in this secured area, one would think that such things would be kept at area 51, but you know the old saying, hide in plain sight. They practice this openly to hide their secrets. Just even mentioning that I saw something and writing it down could get me vanished, dead or worse. I know now that certain things must be kept secret from the general public because most people would not understand the reasoning of keeping it in the first place. Manifestation Blistering Thought Today I pulled my legs up around my head and leaned forward to see if I could lick my balls, I put my back out and strained several neck muscles. But my groin is perfectly okay, I guess Ill just have to be happy playing with them. Im kidding, my 58 inch waistline got in the way. I became a human airbag. Ive taken the time to research more on the super-volcano of Yellowstone National Park and found some discrepancies in the scientists mumbo-jumbo. In the geological report I read a little while ago it stated that magma filling into the caldera was causing the ground to rise about 0.4 centimeters to 2.4 per year, since 2004, but in another report put out by a renown geographical magazine that it has in fact been rising 3 inches per year for the last 3 years. It also stated that it had risen 10 inches or 25 centimeters from 2004 to 2011. Neither report is accurate, for instance if it has risen 3 inches a year per year for three years that comes out to 9 inches. It implies that the area around the crust above the chamber of magma had only risen one inch during the years of 2004 to 2008. The second report I read was from 2011 minus 3 years 2008. The other discrepancies were the earthquakes they mentioned. The first report stated about 51 earthquakes occurred annually around Yellowstone each year. That report came from a Government agency. The second report came from the well-recognized and respected magazine that during 2011 there were in fact over 3000 earthquakes reported even though most were minor. Ill list the first report as Gov.-BS and the second as NG.-facts. Even though the scientists agree theres no reason to believe that this super-threat will erupt any time soon is based solely on that the magma base is around a depth of 10 kilometers. If it were at around 2 to 3 kilometers then they would be concerned. But they know very little about super volcanoes, so they imprint what they know about smaller ones into the scenario. But this is the biggest volcano on the planet 3.6 times greater than an average volcano, so lets multiply that against the magma depth 3.6 times 3 kilometers equals 10. 8 kilometers, maybe this is what it needs to be at, to erupt and not what their trying to suggest. The eruption radius of Yellowstone is 600 miles and everything within 200 miles would be incinerated. If youre wondering what that means to you, the following states would be destroyed when it erupts; Utah, Colorado, Nevada, Wyoming, Idaho, Washington state, Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, in Canada British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and parts of Manitoba and several of the bordering states on the kill zone of the others and thats just for starters. If its summer the jet-stream will drag the deadly ash cloud across the United States. If its winter then it will suffocate the southern Provinces of Canada. The Governments of these countries are not bothering to prepare their population for such an event, but have gone to great lengths to build underground cities far from the kill zone. A place

to run, hide for them, the military and their rich friends. If youre wondering how, remember those bases they shut down or no longer funded, they have converted them. This should explain the massive debt they have allowed to soar. Even they believe something terrible is about to happen and their making sure that we die and they survive. There are other concerns that I need to warn you about that will send cold chills down your spine. When I went looking for more information I came across an article on natural nuclear reactors beneath our feet, more to the core. They said it was possible and most likely that it does occur that the heavy material in rocks known as uranium can get pulled down and when it makes contact with magma it creates a geothermic reaction. This in turn helps warm the earth below our feet. What does that mean to us on the surface? There are over a dozen uranium refineries in the 600 mile blast radius of Yellowstone. If this is true about how magma reacts to uranium, than it would be a safe bet, that if a lava stream were to come in contact with these heavy concentration of stored material that the same thing will occur on the surface. This makes the eruption even more deadly, since it will be followed by the largest nuclear detonation the world has ever seen and not just one. April 30, 2012, another surreal dream that left me shaking from the experience; in the dream, Im operating an interstellar space craft heading toward the outer circle of Sigma Prime. Its an orbiting space station the size of a large city, when my ship gets pulled into a wormhole. A wormhole is an event that appears as a swirling vortex that can pull people or objects into them depending where they form; space or on the surface. I awoke after falling unconscious from the turbulent swim through the washing machine of the Gods, just to find myself in a star system filled with black-holes. The difference between these and wormholes is that a black-hole crushes everything that enters into its grasp. My ship maneuvered through the system, but the effects of these monsters twisted its hull and my mind. Drifting on currents toward a hellish fate I fought to maintain control of my faculties. This was a frightening dilemma; there were blackholes all around the ship, above, below and on all sides. There appeared to be nowhere to go, but on my blinking sensors, I noticed another wormhole. This one was twisting from being normal to that of a devils mouth begging for food and I was the food. To avoid being ripped apart, I had to enter right at the point as the wormhole became normal. After several minutes of freaking out, I found myself safe in another galaxy, so I thought. The damn thing dumped me between two opposing space fleets tagging up for a fight, thats when I awoke from the dream. May 1, 2012 or 5/01/12 5 Plus 0 Plus 1 plus 1 plus 2 equals 9, when writers create manuscripts they send these documents to potential Publishers to be reviewed. Unfortunately these places have a tendency to be flooded with manuscripts, so they place them into what they call a slush pile. Sometime down the road which could mean months or years, they may pull one out for consideration. The other day I was reading an article about those slush piles that accumulate and what I read made my nerves crawl. It would appear the Publishers have been selling their slush piles to the west coast soul stealers. They in turn rewrite the manuscript making several changes and turning them into scripts for their industry, without compensation to the original writer. They claim it was their original idea and they just appear to be alike. I have sent dozens of manuscripts to potential Publishers and most recently saw a movie that was to close for comfort to one of those scripts. When I read the fine line of credits, I was shocked to see that one of the Publishers I had sent material too, was mentioned as the source for their multimillion dollar movie. May 2, 2012, 3:33 am 3 plus 3 plus 3 equals 9, I would like to start this paragraph off by settling a mystic prophecy put down by the Mayans about the ending of their calendar in 2012. I

know this sort of kicks dirt in everything I have written, but it needs to be said. Their calendar is like any other one, it has a start and a finish without a biblical ending of all life to it, or we wouldnt be here right now. If you have ever read the scriptures regarding them, you would know that the Mayans never made predictions about future events, just the opposite. All their teachings are about past lineage, in their society if you could trace this back you were considered of noble reputation. Highly honored in their society, this explains why they didnt see their civilization coming to a brutal end. Remember their god Pan, one of the religious fractions of the time twisted this good natured being into the devil and hell was brought into existence. This is why they deny it exists, its because they thought it up. Every scripture about demons, devils and the end of days is made up of someone elses design and not a mystical being that watches with envious eyes far above our heads, maybe they do live on Mars or maybe under it. How about planet X, Nibiru or Neptune the nonlinear rogue planet moving at the speed of light toward us, even though we cant see it, but we should be able to see it considering its bigger than us. Some scientists believe that Neptunes strange behavior through the system will bring it close to earth, in and around the beginning of winter solstice. It wont collide with us, but its close proximity to our world will have a severe impact on our ocean tides. Like the moon orbiting our world, this will cause tsunamis, tidal waves, earthquakes and who knows what else. But remember, if we cant see Neptune in space, all this fear and hype will only add up at the box office. May 7, 2012, I decided to dwell deeper into the oddities of the internet to see what strange occurrences have happened around our world. I came upon an interesting story about astrology enthusiasts that have been filming the moon for the last three years. Up until March of 2012 there hadnt been any real changes to her accept for a few more impact craters. But between March and April of 2012 believe it or not, the moon began to tilt. Craters that had been at the 12 oclock position during March had moved to the 3 oclock position by months end. During April the craters went from the 3oclock position to the 5 oclock position. That is a huge tilt in a very short time and this is something that had not been previously viewed during all of their filming. For the moon to make such a drastic tilt in such a short time must have had some kind of galactic event occur, to make it happen. Some believe aliens may have had a hand in it. I too believe thats a possibility, but not from a scary point of view, think about it. Since last year 2011 from the point of the Japanese earthquake that moved the planet a bit further off its axis, storms have increased in intensity. What if an alien species saw that if something wasnt done soon, all life on earth could be in jeopardy? They may have tilted the moon to offset the tilt of the earth, remember the moon affects our tides. Lets see if this new tilt helps make the storms less violent. May 12, 2012, time to turn the tables on all the doom Sayers about the 21/12/12 end of the world scenario. That particular date is when the Mayans restart their long calendar thats when our galaxy begins its trek around the Milky Way. This has happened several hundred times if not thousands of times already. The next day of Armageddon, if we were to use the Mayans faltering right to passage, the new date would be Sept 2, 2013. You see the Mayans never included a leap year in their calculations, not so bright after all and just as extinct as one would think of a race who tossed beautiful young virgins onto the barbecue for their god. I need to clarify this new date for you to understand what I mean. Every four years we add an extra day onto the month of February, totaling 512 times we have had a leap year since it

has been used. If you dont include the leap year than what we think is December 21, 2012 is actually September 2, 2013 in Mayan time. At the time of the accumulation of leap years in the article I read, it came out as 512. But the article had been written the year before in 2011 and this year of 2012 was in fact, a leap year making the total number 513. 5 plus 1 plus 3 equals 9, makes one wonder about the true significance of these particular numbers and dates. Even in Mayan ideology the end of the world has already come and gone, so where were we when Armageddon occurred? I was most likely watching the world juniors. If it wasnt on television, who would know it even occurred? Now just because Ive sideswiped the doomsday scenario doesnt mean there arent serious events occurring around us that just might end all life on our world. The honey bees are actually disappearing, not movie fiction bent on twisting the truth. Other strange occurrences have occurred, strange objects in the sky, triple amount of earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes. How about extinct algae appearing in harbors and fishermen who touch it die mysteriously, massive whirlpools that are not supposed to appear on our world but are. I saw an article about archeologists that had found a large rock that appeared to look like a trunk of a tree. When they tapped it with a small hammer, the sound echoed as though it was hollow and what was even stranger was that it sounded like it was made of metal. Have I mentioned that the water levels worldwide have increased by over twenty meters in less than four years? Another scary fact is that within our cities there has always been an abundant of wildlife, squirrels, skunks, possums and thousands of birds, up until lately. I normally see dozens of squirrels in my neighborhood over the course of a day, but lately I have only seen three in the past week. Birds use to chirp outside my window, but Ive heard no song of late. When the animals leave we should take that as a warning that something is about to happen. The animals always run away from danger, they have keen instincts, ours have soften since becoming more civilized and that will be our undoing. Future tech Explosive Combinations I get this inkling that a demon lies at the heart of this city and it preys upon the innocents that comes within its grasp. Pulsating, vile, disgusting worm that spreads despair with every breath it exhales. Look at it, feel it, fear it and everyone embraces the thing as if it were a god. Sickening, repulsive, but alluring as the smell of a red rose blooming in the twilight of all the tomorrows that have come and gone without notice. I to have felt its presence penetrating my mortal soul spewing up memories long buried, forgotten over time. Resurfacing, reeling my decency into the pit of selfish desires, wants and the need to be dominant over everything within my own grasp. But I refuse to bend, becoming a pawn in its nightmare of twisting devilish torment that brings pleasure into its dead heart. Beg me to change that which I feel, dragging my will toward an obvious end of excruciating pain. Scream, cry out my name. Force me to open my eyes to the reality of that which I refuse to believe, is the truth in our nature. Hold me in your arms; keep me safe from the wickedness that wants to embrace us all in a never ending cycle of madness. They say that there is nothing left to invent in the world, just old ideas being broadened by newer thoughts of transition. Ive been studying bomb making, how to and everything in between and have discovered that most bombs can be discovered simply by their metal content. Ive worked endlessly to make an explosive device that has zero metallic parts. No wires, no metal parts of any kind. Ive incorporated an ancient form of pyrotechnics. First youll need potassium promenade, ethanol, hydrogen fuel, small plastic tubing with an opening radius of half

inch, sandpaper, a piece of wood 5 inches long, about the width of a pencil and a large glass container that you can seal at both ends and can be pressurized. Now soak the sandpaper in the ethanol, remove and let dry. Next spray the plastic tubing with liquid glue and dip into the potassium promenade, again let dry. Once this has been accomplished, roll the sandpaper and use the glue spray to seal it. Attach four small pieces of balsam wood onto the paper and insert into the plastic. The wood chunks will hold it in place; dont forget to spray the wood so it sticks to the tubing. The reason I dont glue the sandpaper inside is because we need the fire to breathe. Now before you insert the 5 inch stick make a hole at both ends then place it inside, make sure its a tight fit and it protrudes out the other end. Locate plastic caps large enough to be placed over the end of the tubing; youll also need to make a hole so the wooden stick can pass through the cap. Now stick a smaller piece of wood through both holes on the end of the stick and attach a rubber band at both ends, similar to that of a windup toy. Place the device inside the glass container. Pull the elastic first at one end then the other through the plastic cap; youll be placing over the ends. Before sealing the glass container, fill it with the hydrogen fuel then seal at both ends. Now youre going to need a pulley system on both ends. Again think of a wooden airplane. Make a wooden frame for the device to be placed in, so you can attach your rubbers to a solid foundation. Attach rubber bands to a hard plastic hook and twist it until its taunt. Make sure that it doesnt release until the package has been opened. So on the other side of the hook, place another small piece of wood into a hole to hold it in place. Then attach a piece of string to the piece of wood, think hand grenade. Now attach the string to the top of your carrying case, box or whatever you plan on placing it in. Each end much release one way and then the opposite for the wooden stick to create friction within the tubing, igniting the ethanol sandpaper and in turn melting and igniting the potassium promenade. A fire should erupt hot enough to ignite the hydrogen fuel. If you have pressurized the container significantly the explosion also should be significant. Some may argue how can I get them to turn one way and then the opposite? I attached a string to the pulley on the right side from the left. You see between the hard plastic hook, you place a piece of round plastic with teeth, think old style watch inside. It will spin easily one way, the other string will be attached to it and when it reaches its tautness it will pull. Now the elastic on the right will try to go the opposite way. If it has ridges it will get caught, allowing the other side to do its thing. I have created two dozen of these and detonated them with great success. Each side will spin getting tauter each time it happens. Youll need to experiment with the pulley system to get it to work the way you want, but in the end, I assure you it does work. I did what you said and it still doesnt work? Like I said the pulley system is a key part of the device and you need to make it function properly. I had several strings attached to each side so when they initially finished their first run through it would pull on the other. A second string attached to the hook on the container would pull the elastic back around instead of moving forward, because it has no spin in that direction, so it needs to be rewound and vice a versa. If the initial package has been done correctly you dont need a second time through. Your package should ignite, but with great success, there is always great failure, until you solve the problem. I still cant make it work? Thats because this is fiction, it only sounds plausible. If this is just fiction then why bother making it in the first place? Like all fiction sooner or later someone will visualize the idea into reality. Take the stick for example; spray it with the flammable liquid glue. Then cut off the heads of wooden matches and roll the stick in them until its completely covered. When it spins the first time the match heads will ignite. Remember to let

the ethanol sandpaper to partially dry, so the fumes accumulate within the tubing. You also may want to create small holes in the tubing and then seal them with wax. When the ethanol ignites along with the match heads, the wax will melt allowing the flames to come in contact with the hydrogen fuel. The potassium promenade is just an accelerant to help the ignition of the chemicals being used. Ive been flooded with questions regarding the above formula to create an explosive device that does not have any mechanical properties. The other questions have been about, can you actually make it work. The big question was can you make it affordable considering hydrogen fuel is about as easy to acquire as plutonium. So Ive come up with a similar idea that most people on a budget can make that has a lot of bang for their dollar. I call this a pressurized dry-fuel bomb. You start by purchasing large amounts of fireworks, each of these entertaining items are full of explosive material. Start by pouring the contents of the items out on to newspaper that you have laid out across your work bench. Like before youll need the following items; 2 glass containers, one for the detonator, the other to store the main ingredient, a long thin stick, a box of wooden matches, flammable liquid glue, plastic caps, elastic bands, a box of toothpicks, balsa wood, wax candles, sandpaper, either ethanol or gasoline. Cut heads off matches, spray the thin stick with glue and roll in match heads until its completely covered, let dry. Soak sandpaper in liquid fuel, let dry partially, roll and glue paper together. But before you do this make two holes in end of thin stick and then wrap marinated sandpaper around the stick of match heads, be very careful when doing so. Spray outside of sandpaper with liquid glue and slide into glass chamber. This time around we need to attach it firmly into small glass container. Attach rubber bands at both ends and insert the rubber through the holes on the plastic caps and clip over the end of container. You can seal the ends with melted wax. Leave a small hole to insert a plastic straw from a wd40 spray can. Fill container with contents then seal the end. This will be your detonator which youll place inside the larger container filled with explosive material from the fireworks. If you need better results, mix in gun powder from bullets, preferably from shotgun shells easier to acquire and have more powder. Fill glass container half way and then insert your detonator. You should however attach it to the lid of the second glass container with the rubber band protruding out the top of the lid. Glue the other rubber end to the bottom of the container before filling, to hold it in place (You can also use duct tape if preferred). Fill container to the top and place lid with detonator over the end. Its a rip-cord now. Make a wooden frame to hold glass container in place, inside your delivery device, again something like a bag, plastic or cardboard box. Attach rubber to the top of transport container. You could use string but the elastic has more flexibility. Is this legal? To write out different ways to make serious play things is not, but if you make one of these devices then it is. Vice a versa depending on what side youre on, law breaker or law enforcement. It was just after 10 pm when I dozed off and an illicit surreal dream in my mind over took my conscience that left me shaking. I found myself disoriented in a dark corner of an unfamiliar home. My body wasnt mine but a hulking mask of grotesque like nothing I had ever seen before, not even in my worst nightmare, until now. In this nightmarish landscape a whole new kind of human annihilation was going down. An alien invasion like nothing in the movies could even accomplish without failure. Our fearless leaders surrendered to a race without even firing a shot, even though they knew that tactical nuclear weapons detonated in orbit could have driven them away. You see the alien species made a deal with them, they would reduce the human population down and the human hierarchy of over deserving remainders could climb back out

onto the surface in twenty years when they were done. Sounds like a deal our governments would make, to good, to be true. Anyways in the dream we are all processed like cattle, but your conscience is ripped from your body and placed into one of these hulking things. These particular frames have been designed to produce the best entertainment for their hunt, unlike humans who are small and fragile. Once this has occurred you are placed back down on the planet to run like the animals we are, hide and fight back until were all dead. Some people are bribed into betraying others of our kind, lured into traps to be slaughter. This nightmare is a bit like the holly hills movie about the tall blue aliens made from a dizzy animated film on a stick. Somebody always gets the shaft and its the human race. But we are not alone. The basic hulking form is standard issue for all aliens conquered by them. As for our original bodies, they are all grounded up into chuck, grade A flesh and fed to their people. Machines roam the neighborhoods taking out the less entertaining, while monkey people hunt down those who hide underground. The warriors go after the more aggressive ones, those looking for payback, revenge and a hope they can free us from the road of genocidal creation. This is a cross of several holly hill movies, mercenaries treading on foreign soil looking for a way out, tall buildings stretching into the blue with a line, but only one person got changed there and the big boys and girls in blue, again only one, this time its everyone. The difference between my nightmare and those situations is at least they had a hope of surviving. The End of Days May 23, 2012 I received a package in the mail from a friend I hadnt heard from in years and after reading the contents wish he hadnt sent it. I found three files within the tightly wrapped package and all were very disturbing. File names are as followed; Icarus, cyber-black and torrential they all appeared to be of Government origin. Carl was a man who worked deep inside the secret security inner workings of these agencies. Why he would send these particular documents to me, maybe because Im off the radar. Ive spent my life making myself look like a lowlife without an operating brain cell inside my head, not easy to do when Im the opposite. People are born with the need to be noticed and I fought that all my life, maybe I shouldnt have. These reports are frightening. Ive been wondering why they have been watching me, tapping my phone and hacking my computers. They have been waiting for these files to appear and now that I have read them? The first file is listed as Project Icarus, referring to the National American Space Agency and what occurred in 1967. A second document attached to the same file outlines an asteroid named Icarus that passes between Earth and Mars. It goes on to say that they recorded a disturbance in this asteroids designated course to that of it heading much closer to us than normal. An emergency plan for possible impact is also outlined in the report. Second file named Cyber-black applies to two separate operations the first being a list of cells operating in western hemisphere and the other outlining a conspiracy to shut down a Mega corporation, for copyright infringement. It appears the second one is meant to draw people away from the real threat listed in the first document. The third file Torrential was thick, measured three feet in depth and it too had two separate files, the first being the ploy about the British Government initiating a project they called National threat registry for flooding. The attached document outlined sightings of unidentified flying objects and the code name Holyoakes. A certain amount of this had been released onto the web, but certain files within these files were all circled in red and you can find

other markings within the other project files. Piecing them together, I now know why he sent this to me. I write fiction and can manipulate the facts to draw them off. There will be enough of the original documents for somebody to suspect, maybe it isnt fiction after all. May 31, 2012 and an odd dream of a not so sullied British actress wandered into my dream briefly. We stood in her bedroom with another female; they were dressing to go out when the black haired beauty turned to me holding up two different but distinguished breast holders. She asked which one should I wear, the urban tease or the cyber slut? I responded, it doesnt matter they both will lead to the same thing, I chuckled. She stared and asked, where do they lead? To you with a beaming face in the morning I smiled. Her response, youre going to wish its you. she tossed her long black silky hair back and walked into the bathroom, but didnt close the door when she changed into the cyber slut. Future Tech Part 2 Orbital Mining requires the following devices; solar pulse, satellite reflectors several feet in diameter, a total of four, a large electrical magnet with reflective surface. The face of the magnet must be carved in a way to send the light down toward your target area. The light sent from the solar reflectors will bounce off the surface of the device downward. Light is used to cut through the atmosphere of the planet, moon or whatever youre mining. The magnet must also be equipped with, energy pulse wavers to impact on surface to loosen the soil to allow the intense magnetic field to draw the mineral up out of the ground, through the atmosphere and onto the surface of the magnet. Once it begins to build up, the effect will slowly diminish until a significant amount of projected minerals accumulate. Close outer doors and move magnet over container and reverse the beam to allow the contents to fall. For maximum results use the largest surface possible to accumulate higher levels of minerals. June 5, 2012 this document is made up of fact and fiction, the fiction being all the parts about explosive material, until now. My insomnia keeps me awake, Im restless and when I am, I go for a walk out into the wilds of my neighborhood. I usually just walk up and down the street. Occasionally I wander into the vacant lot across from my home. This time around I found a gym bag in the bushes. I unzipped the bag only to discover it was filled with several well designed explosive devices with timers. Someone was going to level something here in town and hide their intentions in the woods. Boy, are they in for a shock when they return and find it gone. Im going to study these finely tooled instruments of destruction to see if I can improve on their design. I could turn them in to the local authorities, but then again they might think there actually mine and then where would I be. So Im keeping them for now. Who knows, maybe Ill find a practical use for them myself. After all, there are several people and organizations that have rubbed me the wrong way; I could send them a surprise. After looking over the devices I decided to incorporate my pressurized dry-fuel bomb into the C4 table I created in my living room. It now is in the center of the device. I have several trip wires attached to the main detonator of the dry-fuel bomb and have them going up the wall and now are poised at the entrance of the living room in case the boys in blue raid my home. They think the fireworks displays they send off at night are cool. Wait until you see several blocks of this town go up in a fiery wave of lights thatll stretch clear across to the old red white and blue, time to celebrate our liberty and justice for all. June 13, 2012 ah lucky thirteen or not, I watched the news earlier and saw them discussing the oil spill in Alberta. They said because the water levels rose unexpectedly it carried

the spill 470 kilometers downstream. Dont worry they have rushed a crew of 100 individuals to clean up the mess. That works out to be 4.7 kilometers for each person, boy they sure are racing to clean it up, that was me being sarcastic. They increased the crews up by 80 more, but considering the area effected, talk about a slap in the face. Something about the spill area got me thinking about a survey done in that particular part of the province a few years ago, so I checked online. I was right, a bit disturbing to know that several construction companies wanted to build in that area, but couldnt because it was mostly farmland and the farmers werent interested in selling. But with the massive oil spill polluting the area of focused greed and the slow clean-up of the spill, Id say that this may have been deliberate act of corporate terrorism. Our leaders rich friends are now going to acquire the land they desire and at half the price. Lets not forget that our fearless leader has also dissolved 40 of our environmental protections laws. So those expensive housing and corporate offices will be sprouting up all over the place in a very short while. Remember that older flick about the white collar worker who made weapons for his Government, but got laid off due to budget cuts? Everyone falls down but this guy completely snapped. Well earlier today I went for a stroll just to get out of the house and in my wandering from Side Street to park, came upon a dirty old gym bag. When I opened it out of curiosity I discovered it was full of guns, I brought it home. There were a lot of guns in the bag, 24 to be exact, 8 were Uzis, 9 Berrettas, and assortment of other finely turned pieces, 5 grenades, 6 bowie knives and 2 slabs of C4 explosives. Im sitting here pondering what kind of chaos I can cause with this much firepower. It was a bad situation in the hands of whoever left them there, but now it is worse, because there in my hands and I like to destroy things. This was the second bag of goodies that I have found in less than a week, explosives first time and guns the second, god I love this town. Future Tech Part Three Plants June 14, 2012 Ive been cultivating an unusual plant within my home over the past few months; its not listed in any of the online journals about plant species. It appears to be a new species of plant. Its properties are unique. Ive been smoking it once a week for ten weeks and the results are astonishing. My bad teeth are rejuvenating, more than half the teeth have returned vibrant and white. The gum disease gone, acne damage done since my teen years and up until now, over thirty years nonexistent and I look ten years younger. Side effects are that coffee now tastes like burnt toast; I havent had a drop in two days. Liquor has no effect upon me and my nicotine addiction has vanished. I have six cartons that Ill never smoke, but I know people who do so instant cash. I supplied several of the new cigarettes to my friends with various diseases and conditions, the reports vary. It appears if you have a disease, smoking this plant over six weeks once a week will destroy the disease and youre immune system becomes stronger. But I recorded no other benefit other than the disease being destroyed. Those with cancer the results were, it went into submission and the damage done up to that point had been repaired. If youre an addict it wipes out the need for drugs and they no longer have any effect upon you, this also includes not just street narcotics, but all drugs including pharmaceuticals and alcohol. Cultivating this plant is extremely difficult, there are two types of the plant, the one that has these healing properties are the ones that dont produce seeds. I have grown one hundred

plants and only four produce the needed source. I do however have over a thousand seeds to try again for this mysterious cure again. Once the plants produce seeds they die off. The ones without seeds will die the minute you start removing buds or its leaves. Grind the husk of the plant to get its oil. I find it soothes my body when poured into bath water. Im keeping this unique find to myself for now, because I know what will happen if certain people discover I have the fountain of youth growing in my home, it wont be there for long and Ill vanish. Fear Running Out of Time I went down to the storage depot so I could review the files Carl sent to me to see if I had missed anything. Amongst all the papers I found a red folder with big black lettering on the front MI6, I had no idea what this meant until I looked it up online. It has something to do with British Intelligence, one of their agencies. It appeared somewhat out of place for what Carl had sent me, until I read through it, very disturbing. It appears that several agencies around the world were sent to places hit my tragedies, where the loss of life was high especially amongst children. They sent in medical teams to apply medical treatment to survivors. They were also subject to DNA and blood tests. MI6 recorded that 200 eligible children had been procured for placement within Great Britain to be adopted, but their files that were sent to Earth Health Organization only showed they had procured 100 children. Other agencies around the world had done the same thing. The medical files on the other missing children were in this file; apparently they were a perfect match for high ranking Government officials. In other words their organs were a match. These people have taken terrible tragedies and turned them into something far more frightening, human harvesting. The files pertaining to the status of the children, when you look them up online say they all died in various incidents. Carl left a note for me to explain why Government officials have chosen this route. Human cloning isnt viable at this time but our neighbors to the south are close, less than three years away. Until then children orphaned will supply the needed organs for the Government and their friends. A friend of mine dropped a line expressing his deepest regrets about what happened to Carl, they found my contact dead in a field near his home. Youre gonna love this, cause of death, accidently shooting. Jared said, how can the boys in blue call it an accidental shooting when they shot him over a dozen times? They said in their report they mistook him for a rabid dog, Carl was on all fours moving across his field behind his home, in broad daylight. Local officials first noted a long stream of blood trailing from his back porch into the field, but later changed that report. I have sent all the documents to Jared; hes a real journalist and will do everything in his power to get the truth out about Carl and the files. In the meantime, Jared sent me the minutes on a secret meeting between cable companies and it too, is alarming. Next year the cable companies plan on introducing the new rates for their services, just having access to the channels will be a standard charge of 50 dollars, but if you want to watch a channel, its one dollar per hour and this charge applies to each channel you access. Even if you only watch it for a few minutes, sport shows like baseball sometimes can last up to three hours, youll be billed for the three hours. Even if it runs over the three hour mark and lets say five minutes, youll be charged for four hours. Now if youre a flipper of channels this is going to add up fast. If you like muting commercials there is a five dollar charge for doing so. This is extreme

greed on a whole new level of corporate corruption. To make sure nobody cancels their packages, a disconnect fee of five hundred dollars will be implemented. June 21, 2012 Lisa just called, she was crying, Jared is dead; someone pushed his car into the path of a locomotive. Another disturbing event, I went down to the storage depot to check on my files and the people down there said they had never heard of me. I told them which locker I had with them and they replied no one has used that particular locker since the fire. I said what fire and when, they stared intently before walking away from me. I returned home and called the bank to ask them to send me all the copies of my money transfers to that company and they said none exist, they didnt know anything about money transfers from my account to the storage depot. The digital trail had been cleared out, no bread crumbs to follow, what do I do now? June 23, 2012 today I found something alarming on the stoop of my door, a brown shoe box. Thinking it might have an explosive surprise in it, I used a long stick to flip off the lid. No bomb, something worse. Inside was my cat and it had no head, just the body, someone is sending me a message. June 24, 2012 more bad news, there is a black van sitting across the street from my home, its been there for three days. I took the plate number and typed it into the computer. Normally it would take you to the department of motor vehicles, but this number took me to a secured Government site, password needed. Im in deeper than I want, know things I shouldnt and all my friends are dead. I must know something or does my family lineage make them nervous. My family name means nothing here, but in Ireland, its well known. June 28, 2012 it has been four days since my last entry. I have several things to go over with you; first off my niece Sarah had her baby, a boy. Her fianc Christopher is quite happy they named their son Jonathon, now for the dark stuff. Three days back I met up with some of my old comrades from a distant shore of my heritage name and talked about what has been happening with each other since we had departed. I told them about the two bags I found and what appears to be happening with our country. They explained to me that our leaders were planning something awful and it would require southern intervention. That I cannot allow. An invading army designed to overthrow our government through our treacherous leader and his rich friends. There coming after me for what I know about the documents sent to me by Carl and at the same time annex our country for profit. So I asked Jeremy, James and Sean to take the explosive packages and line both bridges with them. When the armies of the south cross the threshold of intrusion we blow the bridges, peace and rainbow will light the way to our salvation and the dawn of our revolution. In order for you to have the upper hand on your enemy, you must first make them think they have the upper hand on you. Use their desires to your advantage, make them think theyll have the ultimate victory over you and then you strike them down. Losing wont be the biggest loss for them; it will be the dishonor of defeat. Like sports fans in T.O have said for years, their teams have an uncanny ability to snatch defeat out of the mouth of victory, bringing shame and disgrace to all that watch their dismal attempt at honor and glory. July 1, 2012 my countries birthday, my three comrades are heading to the southern capitol for the Fourth of July celebrations and to meet up with others like us. Ill stand guard here with my finger on the trigger, halleluiah. James notified me that they didnt want to waste the explosives on the land huggers. Theyll be taking the fireworks with them. Their comrades south of here could use them in their war against corruption. The weapons went with them; they were afraid the people pursuing me might invade my refuge and seize them exposing their connection with me.

July 2, 2012 the stench stinking up my home has been moved to outside of the building, rotting flesh lingers within the walls. I poured baking soda over the bag and double bag it, but the body parts will rot within the bag because of the heat wave. I have terrible luck these days, maybe nobody will notice. July 3, 2012 my luck turned just in the nick of time. Remember the headless body I pulled from the freezer and set off to one side, but didnt remember it was there until it begun to rot. It was a small body, easy to miss. Well after I disposed of the bag out in the alleyway, down at the back of the building, my luck changed. The smell of decaying flesh got so strong that the owner of the building I live above picked up that bag earlier this morning and shoved it into a garbage can down the street from us, outside of the fish and chip shack. Later that morning the owner of that establishment called the city health department and they sent a crew over to dispose of the nasty smelling contents, they took it to the dump. Now thats how you dispose of a body without anybody asking questions. Who knows how long it will be until they discover it? Thats if they ever do. Best of all, nothing will lead back to me. July 6, 2012 the temperature has really soared today, its supposed to reach 36 degrees Celsius, but it will feel like 45 degrees Celsius with the humidity. Its a good thing that I got rid of that which would have stunk up the neighborhood and drawn the long arm of the law toward my door, like I need any more of them hanging around. Yesterdays celebrations have brought a bad omen to my door; both Jeremy and Sean are dead. They got into a fire fight with the locals in the southern capitol and James is missing. Its most likely hes gone underground. I wish I knew what had happened; the news didnt mention anything about a confrontation. I better be on my guard. If the authorities have captured the bag of guns my friends took from me, Im screwed. My finger prints are all over the weapons, now things are heating up, time to initiate our backup plan. July 13, 2012 welcome to Friday the thirteenth, if your superstitious stay inside, if you are not, stay inside anyways, its not a good day for everyone or maybe it is? Late last night early this morning around 3:42 am thats 3 plus 4 plus 2 equals 9, I saw a shooting star in the starry night, but found out later it wasnt. It appears a rogue asteroid skipped off our atmosphere and in its wake deposited small amounts of an unknown type of radiation before shooting off out into space. This particular rock was bigger than the one that wiped out the dinosaurs. I wonder if anyone else noticed how close we all came to extinction. Part 3 is more personal and truthful then what you have read so far and at some point you will come across a segment that will be disturbing in nature. I ask you not to contact the authorities regarding the segment, even though you might want to. Some truths are best not spoken beyond written word.