Max
Coma
120703
Am I in a
coma?
This is the
question I formed this morning.
In mind, I
reviewed as much as I could, of my life, for about 1/2 an hour. Still
in the bunk on back of my ute, despondent, feeling damned horrible.
What of...,
when...., for what “Cosmic” purpose, have I had to endure what
may be 25 years of this “dream state”, of suffering exile,
deceit, endless insult from one and all, homelessness, rah rah rah?
Did I fall
into a coma in 1987, when I drank alcohol and smoked dope to excess
then crashed my motorcycle on Lakeside Drive or whichever that road
on the western side of Albert Park Lake is called, just south of
Melbourne, hitting a no standing sign, and a large tree. It seems,
as nothing now can be taken as any reality, I woke in the Alfred
Hospital, Prahran, with several injuries to legs, torso, arms and
head, not to mention my psychology.
Did I in
fact die, to wake in my next life, or in this dream???
Possibly.
Since then,
oh too much to even start, but there've been movies on TV I've seen
about this same kind of thing.
One I
recall, I think one of those cable TV “Amazing Stories” by
Spielberg, told of a bloke who was, in a dream he was in, on another
planet to the one he was in a coma on, and dreamed this whole life of
some 80 or 90 hard and often painful years, only to wake up back on
his real planet, with warm and safe, trustworthy family and friends,
and an whole and full life to resume. One, I think, where he was a
man of substance, a noble or such.
Is this me?
Sex,
endorphins, serotonin, and lots of positivity, is how to get out of
this undoubted delusion.
Dropping
every hesitation, dropping every “retention”, every memory of
failed sexual relationships, every bad experience, every negative
feeling of how controlled by others therefore useless and deceived,
thus damaged my psyche is, dropping every expectation, as I learned
in the School of Philosophy, if that was before I fell into this
coma, about “coming into the present”.
Naturally,
my evermore seemingly pathetic mind starts it's qvestion-mill, and
asks me if I am still some 33 or 34 years old, etc.
Thus, is
the kid I “gave” the Kiwi woman, still a babe, etc?
Rah rah rah
and WHAAAAH?!@#$%^???
For the
last 6 or 7 years, at this apparent body being now 57 years old, I
have been really pissed off that I realised so late what mum and her
catholic cult has been doing to me, trying to fabricate a false
returned Jesus, and that I've missed the best years and opportunities
of that life I think I had, before becoming aware of her whole series
of deceits - we're Gunai Aborigine, I'm a bastard child to an
Irishman, Dad, my Step Dad, is part, in name at least, of the Welsh
clan “Meredith”, in older Welsh, “Maredudd”, the same family
of the 16th century Catholic English kings Henry 6,7, and 8, with
lines according to an ancestry website, dating and traceable back to
the ancient Welsh King Arthur, that mum, behind my back, claims we're
descended from the hyper-wealthy Scottish Sutherland clan, who hide
the secret of secrets that they're the direct descendants of the
first Jesus of Nazareth, thus we are too. The list of secreted
shite goes on and on.
Why write
these qvestions?
As usual,
angry feelings of defiance rise inside me.
Are they
part of someone elses' manipulative game, to keep me under?
The crime
gangs, Catholic paedophile priests, Hell's Angels, global military
paedophile rings who hold the Brit-Eurapean super-wealthy elitist
cult underneath the western-world's ruling establishment, which I'm
supposed to be built and thus owned by, in that heinous scam to build
a false Jesus returned messiah bullshit, to ransom, in any
opportunistic turds blackmail deal to be allowed to keep on
committing their preferred crimes?
Then,
apparently, but not to my blinded eyes, there's “aliens” here to
stomp humanity, and who I'm supposed to be the one to overpower?
If all that
I think or dreamed I've experienced over this 25 year sleep, coma,
dream, is but an unreal illusion, which, I believe everything is,
are there in fact, aliens?
Can't say
from here. But I do know there's a shitload of “other stuff”
happening out of my perceptions I know nothing about, so anything, as
it seems is the case, is possible.
Witchcraft.
Magic. Delusion. Deceit. Destruction.
Hardly
stuff to build any certainty or hopes on.
Whatever.
It's hard to do the “forgive” thing, when it cannot be ignored
that my life has been the sole manipulation of specious, retarded,
deluded, hypnotised and hypnotising megalomaniacs.
And since
the secret got out, which it seems, to any who were witches back when
I was born, they would have seen the truth behind the lies mum and
her convent nuns and priests contrived, so the secret has been known
and used for innumerable other people's, and cults' advantage my
whole unholy life.
That's if
any of this, has been real.
Leaves me,
without much desire for life, this side or the other, without
inspiration, without hope that any future existence I could possibly
find for myself, will be worth it.
Unless, I
guess....., I'm still only 33 or so years old?
Dreams,
it's said by the experts, occur in but milliseconds. So one dream
which in the dream state can feel like it's going on for hours, days,
even years, can all be played out in the mind in just seconds. Or
perhaps hours, days, weeks. So if I am in a coma, this shithole
dream could be some length, perhaps even the last “realtime” 25
years, since the accident I wrote of above?
But
HELLO!?@#$%^??? I've been knocked unconscious more times than I
could count since childhood. So any one of those events could have
been when I was knocked into this coma? This might fit better with
things like the memories I have of times before that motorbike
accident in 1987 or so, as well as with the fact that I cannot recall
much of my youth or childhood, and some things I do recall, I cannot
put an age to, nor any timeline, any chronological order.
But
methinks it's not quite that.
Methinks
I'm 57, and if I open my 3rd eye, things will be seen through, more
deeply, or something.
But one
thing I do feel strongly about, is that whatever the reality
surrounding my shithole life, the innumerable “actors” who've
entered my little mental world, and who've played, or been told to
play with my psyche, with my beliefs, and other parts of myself, are
not regarded as my friends now, as I expect they will not be regarded
if I ever do wake up out of this delusion. Someone else's delusion
methinks, in which I may be just some very interesting, fascinating
player, but definitely one fucking angry puppet.
So, that
the whomever it is who has majority control of my thoughts, actions
and things I observe cannot be seen as any other than a crazy psycho,
and as this little plan that is me has gone so off the rails of all
their expectations and self-assured delusions, especially that one
which they've tried to build a false Jesus to fool humanity with, it
follows that they, thus far I deduce someone or number high up in the
evil Theosophical Society, may well decide to keep me locked in this
shithole dream state til I die, in order to not be the target of my
anger and revenge, which it seems, is possessed of more than enough
power to wreck the whole planet.
But on the
other side, who knows if they, whether aliens, or humans, have the
same or similar perceptions and have drawn the same or similar
conclusions as I, that this human epoch has gone beyond sanity, and
is now totally out of control, and cannot be redeemed, therefore, has
to be shutdown?
Thus, are
they, from an higher plane, Gods or such? Are they, and maybe...,
HA! Maybe myself also, actually superior beings to this evolved human
species, who work in communion with other extraterrestrials and see
these things as I have put them recently, and also have agreed that
we are insane and dangerous, so must be terminated?
Maaaaybe...?
Maaaaybe NOT!?
I
don't try to draw any conclusions about these postulations, and defer
to the belief that I am but one hard-done-by human being, who has
been so severely damaged by and “alienated” from all human
society that I have with that, perhaps “evolved” into some
different type of being, who now looks at the dominant human
paradigm, culture, cult and sub-species – the whitearse westerners
– as seriously demented, fucked and dangerous, therefore in need of
a dramatic correction, to the point, if we follow the “one
bad apple, spoils the whole barrel” adage
and inference, indicating that once the devil gets into the culture,
it can only be killed by killing the whole lot of them, us, it.
Of
a certainty, my saying that “out of every ten
people....”, referring to
white Australians in the main, “....nine are evil”,
the darkness, which I say is merely western religious ignorance, the
dominant cult, thus culture, has taken the vast majority of whites
down to such a beggared unintelligent and immoral level as to leave
the gods no option but to exterminate the lot of us.
So.
Mote. It. Be!
Unless.........sssss...........ssssssss?
The
world's major powers are listening and are taking heed, and do
actually do the necessary things to bring primarily THE LAW back to
being Straight and True?
Cameron.
Merkel. QE2. Obama. Hollande. Netanyahooooo????
And
all the rest of the elitist fuckers.
Time
waits for no egomaniac, lads and lasses!
Neither
does True, Universal Law.
All
Praise the Immortals!
All
Praise the Warriors who have fallen
Fighting
for a Just World!
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