Keen to Cross the Pond

If there’s an Illuminati way back in 2016, a famous journalist, who I will not name…believed I was his reincarnated dead wife. His wife’s name was Butter.

She was called that because she had beautiful light blond hair. Thick, gorgeous, straight blond hair.

She wore it in a bob. It was the late 1950’s/early 1960’s.

They were rich. He was. Jew. She was not.

They lived in North Carolina.

Their house was very nice.

Okay, but like this house, but slightly bigger and in a better neighborhood. And, of course, this house has been renovated.

His family owned a business. Textiles or…something. It wasn’t a big business, but it was very lucrative and they were a rich Jewish family. Yes, kind of like in Driving Miss Daisy.

A reader: OK she’s not making these things appear and I think people need to grow-up and realize that they’re dealing with like Elliott Roosevelt’s wife being sadistically attacked. So, if there’s an Illuminati, it’s like seeing behind closed doors. You wonder how they keep power how they gain power it’s probably in all of our music and it’s probably not really like mind control because this doesn’t seem like mind control, but it’s probably more like they’re labeled as the leader. 

So Daisy is like Daisy from the Great Gatsby. But then the entities attacking her are trying to subliminally message us into thinking that she’s stupid.

And then…she’s just there. I mean, I don’t feel a great need to think highly of that family the way that I do with the Kennedys. I think the Roosevelt’s just kind of speak for themselves, except they’re definitely in my line of vision psychically. Like, I definitely can recognize that they’re a big deal, but I’m not- But, I’m not feeling like I have to think that. It’s more just that like I can tell that’s what they are. So I feel kind of sad for them today, because I am definitely voting Democrat to kick them in the ass, because I’m sorry, but as far as I’m concerned, today they are Republicans, because of Bobby.

*later*

A female Republican lawmaker: I’m not sure…I like Bobby.

No, seriously.

Just keep that in mind.

A reader: What about the way he shares truth?

A female Republican lawmaker: I mean, that’s why we took him seriously at all.

A reader: He was daring.

A female Republican lawmaker: Yes.

That’s exactly what I mean.

*she shrugs*

A reader: Do you realize what you’re implying?

A female Republican lawmaker: Do you realize what you’re implying!?!

A reader: *thinks*

He-

*thinks*

He’s telling us the truth, but he’s not as innocent as he seems, himself?

A female Republican lawmaker: Yup.

What else?

A reader: *he thinks*

He’s…telling you things you aren’t taking seriously.

A Republican lawmaker: Well…-

*she thinks*

I do. I work with operatives…who…care.

We rescue some kids. Some are actually killed…- But, they’re being saved.

Yes.

I’m trying.

…Not everyone is.

My advice is to stop making assumptions and do your research. Read your election literature today, and…pray. Ask God to lead you.

Listen to Hardwired by Stephen Wilson Junior and Miranda Lambert.

The thing is…Lacey isn’t Butter. …At all.

Butter…is like Lucy. And Bill, actually.

She’s…-

She cheated on Chris. That woman.

She did.

And she broke Satan’s heart…

Because, she wanted to marry well. Butter was one of those lucky Americans who had a gorgeous house. With a white picket fence. But…with a one car garage. 2,100 sq feet.

Chris…grew-up rich. Like, 1940’s opera membership rich. That kind of real wealth.

She married him because he had money. ALL the kinds of money.

She liked to rock.

And he LOVED her. He was…obsessed with her.

Meanwhile…Lacey…was being comforted by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Yes, thee ghost of Scott Fitzgerald.

Chris…NEVER was recognized by the Loebs nor the Guggenheims. Scott was. Lacey could have married one of them.

Meanwhile this famous journalist was accidentally/intentionally channeling Michael Rockefeller’s ghost. And so…he ended-up accidentally…conjuring Lacey Banks.

Listen to “Don’t Do Me Like That” by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers.

She went to a book-signing. Thinking she was going to meet Micheal.

Micheal Rockefeller. Yes, thee Michael Rockefeller.

But she didn’t think that this person was Michael in a living physical sense, she just in her spirit somehow interpreted him as Michael. Because, this person had been trying to talk to her, using witchcraft in the Illuminati, to harass her. She thought that he had invented this weird way of talking because they were talking online and she thought that he had invented some strange way of “subbing” people that was also accidentally psychic.

Like you know like when you’re subtly subliminally like referring to somebody else that you’re in a beef with on Instagram. And he was doing that intentionally to mock her because he didn’t think that she knew what was going on and he was too unfortunately intellectually backward and stupid to realize that it actually wasn’t funny, because how would someone know what was going on? But he was “reading her” as this woman named Butter. So he wasn’t completely aware of the fact that he was really trying to screw-over a genuinely nice person, Lacey, who was just totally misunderstanding him because he keeps channeling the energy of Michael Rockefeller. 

He thought he was being funny because he thought she was probably just a terrible person and no one could see that. Because he took becoming “illuminated” very seriously, and he started to think that most people were just absolute idiots compared to him, and his friends.

So…Lacey has had to fight for her life. Because he got carried away.

A reader: What are you trying to do to Butter?

This journalist: Ha!

*he laughs*

I was trying to…bring Butter…into…reality. She totally missed the plot with me. Back then. I really am…everything she ever wanted. Everything she ever needed.

Satan: So you were going to obliterate Lacey, like in a movie?

This famous journalist: If…necessary.

I wanted her to confess. I needed her to confess.

A reader: You’ve been trying to get her to confess for ten years?

This journalist: Yes.

A reader: Confess what!?

This journalist: You know what I’m talking about.

A reader: Refresh my memory.

This journalist: You know what Butter does to people.

A reader: No, no- I don’t know what to say to that.

What do you think butter does to people?

This journalist: *he laughs*

A reader: What do you think that Butter does to people?

This journalist: You seem like you’re trying to help me, sir. And I appreciate your work, but I don’t find that funny.

A Russian psychic: *laughs*

This journalist: I’m not amused.

A reader: Well, I’m- I’m just- Can you help me try to understand what it is that she did? I’m not your friend. I don’t know.

This journalist: Yeah, you were there that night. What did you see?

A reader: How, about this? You tell me what you think happened and I’ll try to remember what I saw.

This journalist: She was there!

She was there.

I dropped her off at 4:30 to do her hair-

A reader: Yeah OK? And then when did they start serving drinks?

This journalist: *cries*

A reader: I mean, I was already drunk when I got there. My wife drove-

This journalist: *looks confused*

No, who are you? Sure, I know you. I don’t- I don’t- I’m not placing you. I’m sorry. 

A reader: I’m Brian.

This journalist: Oh that’s right, I know who your mother is.

A reader: Yeah, I saw her walking around talking to a lot of people. Which is why you need to tell me.

I’m sorry if that bothers you.

This journalist: Am I involved with the mafia in this conversation?

Tom Banks: Yes.

A reader: Don’t worry about it!

Really!

This journalist: I mean, she slept with him…

I’m not sure when, but I know she did.

*he looks very angry*

A reader: How did you find out?

This journalist: Yeah, you are a double agent. You know it was when she walked into the back bedrooms of their house… and I was expecting you to remember what they were doing before that.

A reader: I’m gonna tell you. I really wasn’t paying that much attention. I was drunk. My wife drove me.

But I can try.

This journalist: Did she seem-

*he cries*

Did she-

*he cries*

Did she seem to know this man?

A reader: Kinda.

This journalist: Gawl.

She was a bitch!!

A reader: You’re talking like my mom.

This journalist: Yes Brian, I do think it’s a white conspiracy.

A reader: That’s not what happened.

We thought your wife was a Jew because she was married to you and we knew that you were fucking her.

It wasn’t just like a complicated marriage.

You were in love with her.

She was your wife, she was putting out for you. She was a Jew.

And maybe I don’t know. But that’s how we saw her. And, I almost think that’s part of what happened, if you want me to be honest with you.

Lem: This was a posh, upper middle class, upper class party, one beautiful sunny afternoon at someone’s house. And it just was a lot of really rich people getting very drunk and just sitting around partying. In the early 60s. And they were all real adults.

People used to do stuff like that more back then. They really did.

This journalist: I know. I didn’t go!

I didn’t like getting involved in activity like that, back then.

A reader: So you think that I’m not going to catch the fact that you’re ignoring what I’m saying?!?

No, we thought your wife was loose…because you’re Jewish.

This journalist: You’re making me want to cry.

And, I can’t handle that.

A reader: I don’t give a shit.

Grow-up!

If you’re gonna make this an international event…I’m pretty sure you have to fucking get over it, princess.

This journalist: OK, OK-

*he cries*

You told her to be there at just the right time for him to show-up-

*he nods*

A reader: You think that’s how things happen, Jew boy?

This journalist: *looks very intent, intense, and serious*

A reader: *laughs*

No, shit… come on… COME ON!

The journalist: Oh, OK. Fine!

You know so much about so much.

You tell me.

A reader: I got there at around six, according to my wife.

When I was there, your wife who might’ve actually been named Marsie. Yes, I’m a ghost and they’re channeling me. We called her Butter, but her real name might’ve actually been Marsie.

Marsie was talking to two men.

They were just talking listening to records…and that’s it.

I think what happened that you’re angry about probably happened, according to my wife, around 6:30 or 7:00. She probably went into one of the back bedrooms with one of those men.

Do you know which one it was?

This journalist: And this is why I have to confront you.

You know so much?

Right?

What were you as grown men and women doing!!? Allowing a married woman to just walk into a back room with another man!?!

In the middle of the day, even.

It’s not even in the dark! It’s not even before you go to sleep. It’s just in the middle of the day.

Wow!

And…you just let them do that. Just walk into a back room.

*he looks disgusted*

A reader: Yeah, because she was a grown woman.

I’m not going to step into that. You expect me to stand-up, drunk, and go stop those people?

This journalist: You know what!?

Yeah, I do.

Because, that’s what Jews might do for each other, if they really cared…even for another grown adult.

A reader: Well, the thing is, I’m not Jewish.

OK?

And it wasn’t my wife and it wasn’t my sister-

The journalist: *looks absolutely disgusted*

A reader: So anyway, that’s what happened. She went into a back room and I don’t think they came out for the rest of the night. 

Another American reader: Why are we investigating Butter’s sex life in 1962, on Election Day? This is really important?

This journalist: OK.

OK.

You’re telling me a lot. This is more than you guys have probably told me in a while. What I want to know… is why you never told me then.

A reader: Because, you’re kind of a kike!

This journalist: *weeps*

No, I’m…not.

A reader: YEAH.

I know what she told me.

*he says, racist, rich, Southern, and white*

*he’s from 1960 something*

*he died in the late 1980’s, married, happy and…nice*

Lem: I’m mad.

Lacey, they were attacking you. First. This was a response to that.

Bill…I’m glad you like your wife, but I wish you could respect mine.

You’re still angry.

Lacey: Is he? I thought he just assumed his wife had…her flaws…but was also extremely attractive to him.

Lem: I doubt it…

Do you care?

Lacey: Are they a threat to me or our family or Mark?

Lem: No.

No one associated with them either.

No threat of any kind.

Lacey: Not really.

As long as it doesn’t genuinely matter.

Lem: It doesn’t.

But why don’t you care?

Lacey: Because they aren’t…important to me.

Bill: WHY!?

*he yells*

Lacey: Because…we ended things on a nice note.

Your wife’s beauty.

Good enough.

Laura: You didn’t have a crush on him?

Lacey: Laura…do you really think I’d have a crush on him…or did you tell yourself that? Be honest.

Casi: Okay. How ugly is this guy?

*awkward silence*

Bill: I’m a professor.

I graduated from Duke University Divinity School.

I lived in Chicago. For a year. I’m in London now. My wife is a nurse. We’re…well-off, I guess.

I’m…five feet eight inches tall. Blue eyes. And in all seriousness…I’m built.

Casi: He’s handsome.

Bill: DUH.

Lacey: I never had a crush on him.

Why did you think that?

Laura: I think I liked the idea.

He made you laugh.

Lacey: He’s funny! When he wants to be.

Laura: But he could really get you to laugh.

Lacey: *smirks*

*laughs*

Listen to “Ottoman” by Vampire Weekend.

Lacey: What is it in this country?

You see people laughing together and you automatically assume they’re…soulmates…

It’s hilarious.

No.

Have you ever had a man take you? Laura? Have you ever had a man really take you?

Lem didn’t take Jack. Because that’s not possible. But I bet many women felt that way with Jack. And he copied them. Loser that he was…

So, basically what it is…is…giving-up.

And…it can be…beautiful. It can…good sex. But then…he OWNS YOU. You don’t cheat. You don’t…-

Or it can be…just giving-up. But…he still owns you.

Bill owned me. In those moments. But he never made love to me. He never sexually touched me at all. …I just knew he wanted to. And I didn’t give A SHIT.

Please forgive the language.

Why? I wasn’t married. …I was literally exhausted. And…I just didn’t CARE.

He was funny. And actually…I knew he would likely never try much.

He was…a real man…in those moments.

It was nice.

Lucy: Except, I wanted that to be me.

Lou: You’re so much classier than that…-

Lacey: No one recognizes that.

Lou: I know. But…still…

Listen to “Together” by The xx.

Lacey: I just wanted to rest.

I was EXHAUSTED.

Lou: But then where’s love?

Lacey: I was over it.

I gave-up.

If I’m Scotia…I did the same thing when I was walking to Scotland. You just…enjoy…simple things. It’s like Amelie…but you win. And no one saves you.

You just wait for death, by watching the sun. Alone.

The Earth is entertaining.

When I died…in Scotland…I was very happy to be dying, in a way. But…I developed a keen appreciation for the Earth.

Buddhist Monk: You sound…a little like me.

Bobby: That’s our secret. If there’s reincarnation.

We can both give-up sex. If we REALLY want.

And it’s deadly.

One of his nieces: Umm…-

That’s not a Kennedy thing…-

Lacey: It’s…Asian.

Bobby: YES.

China: *stares at Lacey and Bobby*

Lacey: It’s…healthy.

A hater: Aren’t you trying to kill her?

Lacey: YES!

But he’s very complicated.

Actually…I do wonder if Ancient Egypt was slightly Asian…

The song ends.

The song restarts.

A hater: So are you two…at odds. I don’t get it…

Bobby: She is my victim.

*he laughs*

Lacey: No.

*she says, very seriously*

Bobby: She-

*he rolls his eyes*

Lacey: He’s in my way.

But I don’t want to-

In my mind…he’s a baby.

For some odd reason.

3:14

Bobby: I will kill you…first.

Lacey: No. You won’t. *she says, primly, exhausted*

4:22

A hater: This isn’t funny.

Lou: You’re right.

Shit.

*he cries*

5:09

Lacey: No! I love making fun of myself.

Bobby: Me too.

The song ends.

Listen to “Porcelain” by Moby.

The song ends.

*silence*

Lem: Bill…I don’t like this.

Did you understand what was-

Lacey: It’s okay.

Listen to “Porcelain” by Moby again.

Lem: Why?

Lacey: I was just exhausted.

Lem: Go on.

Lacey: Bill made jokes about people who were jealously attacking me. And the jokes were…hilarious.

Lem: And then what?

Lacey: I laughed. And it all became…good.

The song ends.

Listen to “Teardrop” by Massive Attack.

Lem: But you’re an incredibly feminine woman. As feminine as Melania Trump.

More so.

Why is it…good?

Lacey: Because it’s…just…victory.

Lem: Why?

Lacey: It turns into…gasoline. In an engine.

To run over your neck?

I mean…Lem…what are we talking about?

Lem: But you were never going to kill those people.

Lacey: Yes.

Lem: Where is Alexei? *he asks someone*

*he sees him*

OH MY-

Lacey…he’s taking over America. Through our screens. Using our internet.

Listen to “South Side” by Moby.

Lacey: *waits*

Lem: *later*

Satan was madly in love with you.

Lacey: Lem, this is getting tedious.

Lem: I know.

Hold-on.

*later*

The song ends.

Listen to “How Did I Get Here” by ODESZA.

The song ends.

The song restarts.

*later*

Lacey: If you can make it…:

Tomorrow Peggy Flanagan wins. According to Lem. He’s deciding.

Possibly from up north.

Lem: I umm…- I didn’t get to finish that conversation. Let’s just be bloody, because I don’t know how to talk to you. I’m so silenced.

Lacey: I don’t know. I just thought it was funny. I just laughed.

Lem: so you just thought that he was kind of, sweetie. I think people thought you had a crush on him not just because you’re laughing, but because you never dated him and so I think they thought that somehow he had had a crush on you and then I don’t know that you something and you got a crush on him that I don’t know they had some some idea.

Let’s not even bother editing this right now people have to just deal with it

the governor election will go to the republican.

I don’t like that, but I don’t think there’s any other choice.

What I mean by that is, I don’t like having women in charge of everything.

I don’t think Lacey understands that. I’m just I’m trying to figure out like when you were laughing with him-

Lacey: so you were just I was just laughing.

Lem: as much as it seems like we’re the same person and I’m in your head. I actually don’t know what you’re thinking.

Lacey: I don’t think I can handle that. I’m sorry you’re just going to have to know what I’m thinking.

Lem: well no

Lacey: there’s no way that I can tolerate that it’s just too sad and depressing

Lem: it doesn’t bother me that I’m in charge of everything. I don’t mind that

Lacey:

good

I don’t understand why this laughing thing is such a big deal

Lem: because you’re on OK so basically what you don’t know how to explain it safely right now and you’re trying to figure out how to explain it because if you say it just the wrong thing, the entire illuminati will think you’re an idiot and if you say just the right thing, the entire illuminati will figure out how to take you down potentially and so you have to be extraordinarily careful how you describe this

Lacey: yeah there is literally like nothing. I can do other than just be annoying to you. It seems like it’s really painful actually extraordinarily pain.

I mean, he was really just laughing with me, but it wasn’t like he was just laughing with me. He was making me laugh. Do you understand what we were doing?

Lem: yeah yeah I do. It’s just I can’t handle it right now because it’s pissing me off. I know I know it wasn’t nearly- except it was Lacey it was.

Lacey: you know it really wasn’t. I don’t think you understand what you did with Jack was an insult to my entire soul if it was meaningful. What I did that day, sweetie was me just being human

Lem: yeah it would be like if I knew I was straight so I had sex with someone

Lacey: pretty much except it’s not sex it’s not sex, but but yeah basically I mean I wouldn’t actually be as hurt by that is what happened

Lem: oh no, you wouldn’t because the entire thing was supposed to be an insult to your entire existence. One big she sucks lamb let’s just leave and then I’m supposed to say I never loved her anyway in a way that is profoundly hurtful to you

Lacey: are you doing that right now?

Lem: yeah he was obsessed with One helping people, but no one knows that because he was so obsessed with it

I love how the demons have fixed it because he was that obsess

I’m not making the phone do that

That’s not AI that’s not the CIA that’s actually the demonic possibly not even at the moment but that’s Jack’s energy manifesting to correct the narrative

Heat was actually the one obsessed with me

Yeah, now he’s trying to tell jokes to make it seem like I’m crazy and he’s hilarious

Talia, if you can’t handle the supernatural don’t read this block

No, I’m not no no no I’m not attacking you at all. I’m so viciously attacked that I can barely handle the fact that God is keeping everyone alive.