Here’s The Thing

End of Beginning by Djo plays.

Lacey has been hearing for days that Bobby possibly believes he is working “in service” for the Qing Dynasty. Do you recall reading it on this blog? She heard that before his announcement about Nicole Shanahan.

And the other night she walked downstairs and heard the distinct sound of movement and the rustling fabric. Like a person moving around downstairs. But everyone was asleep. She looked around and nobody was there. But then she felt she saw a woman looking at her Edison wearing late 1800’s clothes. The woman slightly even manifested. She explained to Lacey that it was once her Edison.

…She heard Elliott Roosevelt’s voice before she knew what it sounded like. This morning she heard a woman who sounded Asian laughing.

And so…whether there’s an Illuminati or not…Lacey experiences something supernatural, almost certainly.

Doctors cannot diagnose her as schizophrenic. …I’m seemingly not schizophrenic.

So what’s going on?

Did I accidentally find the real Illuminati in 2016? Truly by accident.

Previous to that Lacey, me, used to feel things that were likely supernatural. And I took it somewhat seriously. But I made no assumptions. Since then it’s as if I cannot escape the supernatural. But no, it’s seemingly not schizophrenia. And that’s good…but…terrifying in a way. Why? Because if there is an Illuminati…they’ve been hunting my family for years and they’ve caused at least two of my male cousins to commit suicide. My family does own an enormous amount of light crude oil…so… But…if there’s an Illuminati they’ve never come out and been clear with me that they exist, beyond telling me half jokingly while they’re drunk or the like.

If they exist…I have a scary amount of power. If they don’t exist…I’m…very likely hearing from ghosts. I highly doubt I’m hearing only demons, although I could be wrong and of course I’m in submission to Christ regardless.

I can’t turn them off. Although I’m used to it now. For years it was hellish. I’d hear telepathic people’s voices while I was at the dentist and it was totally disorientating. Or walking down the street. Etc.. It was extremely scary. I worried I had literally died and gone to Hell.

If there is an Illuminati they likely had hoped I would commit suicide. Well, not all of them. But lots of them. The Americans, sadly, at least. Most Americans. Not all.

Anyway…I survived. And now they’re scared of me.

It seems like the whole beef started over insecurities in Liberal America in regard to social class. Sad. Isn’t it? And instead of worrying about why they felt so insecure they just made a mad dash forward blindly. Instead of rationally analyzing it all they just sadistically attacked me.

Or did they?

My family does own billions of Dollars of oil. We are old money and my biological father really could be Tom Banks. Sincerely. …I’m almost certain, or as certain as I can be that I’m talking to the actual ghosts I have conversations with. Like Lem. I’m almost certain it’s actually his ghost.

“It is!” says Lem.

But…

“Let’s wrap this up!” says Lem.

Is this art or fact? Am I allowing you to see into their telepathic conversations? Or am I being fooled by demons and carefully aided by ghosts? Where is the line? Where are the lines between fact and fiction? Where are all of the lines?

Some…things…just…are.

Some things don’t require us to draw lines. They just exist. Like water they surround us in a sea of uncontrollable realities too numerous to humanly comprehend. It’s that oft unspoken mutual understanding that we base science and art on. That we base everything on. We are so vulnerable. So vulnerable.

“I loved her.” says Joe Kennedy Junior.

“But she was mine.” says Lem.

“And she drowned before I could marry her.” says Michael Rockefeller.

“But she is mine.” says Lem.

“Michael…does an Illuminati exist?” asks Jeffrey Epstein.

Silence.

“Stanley Kubrick hinted at it.” says Michael.

“So you handled the situation like a charismatic catholic and an English woman and a member of the elite old money. Could somebody who didn’t have those traits besides the fact that you’re probably a good person who’s smart and strong and kind and and unusually intelligent and whatever you, do, you know all that stuff, could somebody though who wasn’t the things that I first listed have survived?

Yeah…you’re channeling me. I am a psychic or I’m a dead person or a demon. You don’t know, but it seems like I’m a psychic and actually I think you’re shocked that I’d be reading your blog, and that I’d be able to talk to you this way! …Or I’m just a psychic channeling somebody who is just an average person who might be wondering that somewhere.

Anyway…could they have-they have survived without being you? And no it’s not about how intelligent you are. Without being who you are in those ways I first listed?” says a psychic.

“Being English at all, was extraordinarily important to me. And being Catholic? Well…that one scares me. I think you could be any any other type of person and probably have been OK although to me personally that was essential in many ways. It was what kept me sane and from falling apart entirely but I would say, God probably used that and I would say that the rest of it’s a bit scary. Elite old money? Possibly not if I wasn’t elite old money it might’ve been far harder to survive. God might’ve just let me and my family die or they might’ve found a very effective way to kill me. But if there is an Illuminati threatening, my life has been lethal. Literally, it’s one of the most dangerous things that they’ve possibly ever done.

Oh, what is that? Is it that I would’ve married Michael? Very possibly. I mean he was a Rockefeller and he might’ve been sacrificed himself and be rather tired of being sacrificed if I would’ve married him and been one with him before death him or could it be my connection to Harold Loeb and F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Zelda and Hemingway possibly. Was Joe Kennedy Junior even mad at one point despite his brothers malevolence? Could it be my connection to my father? Who arguably was a very powerful man? It very easily could’ve been. Or was it just the oil? Possibly. It might even be the silversmiths and the oil or Simon and the oil and the silversmiths or it could just be the Prussian aristocracy who empathized with me and my father and enjoy warfare sort of like I do. Or could it have been Lem? Couldn’t it have been Lem and maybe you know Lem just was angry and far smarter than people thought he was or could it have been Louis seeing an opportunity to do something positive. Or it could it have been all of those things? And we haven’t even touched on reincarnation.

Regardless, it was deadly. For them. And it’s not over.

My dead cousins are with Christ.

There was life before this. For me and billions of other people.

Was it the Seays? And the Murdaughs?

There are many possibilities.

I bow to Christ. Always. Ask Him for specifics.” says Lacey.

“She’s right. It’s complicated.” says Mary Lincoln.

“Anyway…no. I’d bet I’d be dead if I wasn’t old money elite. And possibly if I wasn’t Episcopalian or Catholic or whatever it is that the Christian God is.” says Lacey.

“So if your family wasn’t so important…in a way…you’d have died?” asks the psychic.

“Yes. And she’d be with me. They’d have suffocated her or found a way for a car to crash into her. And even as God protects her, He may have allowed her and her family to be with me. But as powerful as she is…and I was…and Michael is…and etc. it’s…harder to kill them. So the Illuminati is really just attacking themselves, if they exist. They’ve starting gouging out their own eyes…to make themselves feel more comfortable. They’ve become deranged. The child hostage situation is part of it. They’ve lost their minds. Should they exist.” says Lem.

“And that is why…I serve the great Emperor Hong Taiji. Always.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.

“Bobby are you being serious or humorous?” asks a reader.

“I am a man of war. I will explain when the bodies of the evildoers are brought into the fires.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.

“Does that include Lacey?” asks a reader.

“If she is on the wrong side of history. As they say.” says Bobby.

“Bobby…yo…stop. That’s bad!” says a reader.

“We will see!” says Bobby. “That has become my motto. We…we…will…see.”

“The following posts are rated R. There are some adult content warnings. They start about three years ago. So…you’ll have to watch the story backwards, so to speak.

Lacey and I need to go. Goodnight.” says Lem.

End of Beginning by Djo plays.

The song plays.

“Am I coming with you?” says Bobby.

“NO! Goodnight.” says Lem.

“Goodnight, Bobby.” says Lacey, cheerfully.

“Okay. Goodnight.” he says.

“Goodnight!!” says Lacey.

He wanders off…and Lacey hopes he doesn’t stumble into Hell.

The song ends.