(July 21st, 2024 – Afternoon)
Lacey might not be entirely in touch with reality. But she’s not a liar. And if there’s an Illuminati a lot of other people are.
Last night she had a dream. A series of dreams. And in one of them I was deeply in love with Jack and gay. …It wasn’t me. I’m not a 6 ft. tall, dark Jew. …I’m not sure who is…but he or that thing (a demon) pretended to be me. …And it’s repulsive. …I was straight.
Why do you all hate Lacey so damn much?
Yesterday I wrote a lot because she channeled it. And then we encountered nothing but stupidity and hatred…and hidden hatred. Why are you all so obsessed with believing I’m in love with Jack and that she’s lying? …Jack wasn’t worth shit as a man most of the time. That’s just fact. …And I enabled him out of naïveté and a sense of obligation. I was not in love with him. There’s no way I could have been as happy as I was at their wedding if I ever was in love with him or into him at all. …I look happy. I was happy. There’s not enough sadness in my eyes. It’s just not there. …I look straight acting gay. There’s not evidence to suggest I was gay…or even bisexual…instead of straight and acting gay. I’m Lem. I’m a ghost. …These are just facts. And you can doubt them…but that doesn’t change anything. …And Lacey is “twin flame.” I love her currently wildly more than she loves me. And that’s fine. …She loves me. She’s open about it. …And considering I’m a dead…that’s quite romantic and…it’s certainly proof of our love. …In one of her dreams last night she dreamed she was with Elliott Roosevelt. But no, that’s not true. She’s mine. I’m not Elliott Roosevelt pretending to be Lem.
But you know…what if I was? She’d be happy then too in a way, by choice and because Elliott was no slouch. …But he’s not me. And if I’m Lem…I’m entirely irreplaceable to her. I’m her everything. …And yet I love her more.
But why? Why do you provoke her and hate her so? …I refuse to keep writing until you’re honest.
…Is it her family’s wealth? What is it? Be honest.
Keen to Cross the Pond 