“Whoops” by Lem

Domestic Pressures by Johann Jóhannsson plays.

In 2016 Lacey

accidentally discovered the Illuminati when television journalist Chris Hayes decided to use his Illuminati psychic privileges to harass her, as a joke. The idea was to read her using a psychic for the fun of it. She was an attractive follower of his on Instagram when he had under 5,000 followers. And when she started liking his posts he fiendishly decided to make fun of her with his friends who, insecure and immature workaholics like him, found it hilarious to mock normal people outside the gates of stardom and the Illuminati. So he started actually telepathically communicating with her to “see what happened” and to feel superior to her.

Or…Jack Kennedy hates Lacey. And him and very evil beings have pretended to be an Illuminati to cruelly torture her.

And regardless I’ve stood by and watched. And been in absolute torment and horror. Because I could never love anyone the way I love her. Doesn’t matter what you say. …Gay or straight. There’s no one like her. …The depth of our love…goes beyond…fun. It cuts to my very core.

But let’s say she did find the actual Illuminati. And a group of liberal, so-called elite journalists did decide to attack her to feel better about themselves and to try to impress billionaires. …After-all who would believe in telepathy? …She was either going to go insane…possibly kill herself…or she was going to disregard it and they could mock her for being so naive and such a sheeple fool. Feel…elite. Or…she was going to figure it out…and prove she was lower class and then they’d have had a field day feeling good about themselves. Because Erin felt deeply threatened by her perfume collection. Growing-up in rural Wisconsin she hated Lacey. And both Erin and Kate felt hurt and threatened when Chris told them he found her attractive and enjoyed astral projecting himself to her to try to sexually arouse her. They felt he was…betraying them both. He’s queer…and polyamorous…and…very narcissistic.

The Quality of Mercy by Max Richter plays.

Or…that’s what a group of vicious demons led her to believe.

She’s not schizophrenic. That’s been medically proven, so to speak. She is however, extremely (what some call) psychic. Or she has…”the word of knowledge” In Charismatic Language. It’s not demonic. It’s…just her mind. And there’s literally nothing she can do about it.

In 2016…Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell stood up for Lacey when the Illuminati considered slaughtering her. Kidnapping her. Or finding some way to torture her. Possibly letting her die homeless, if they could have their druthers. He…and Ghislaine…were…despite what you might assume of them…the voice of moral authority in regard to her. He felt she had simply made a horrible mistake. He genuinely empathized with her. Felt she was incredibly intelligent. And he was impressed by how…unimpressed she was…by all of it.

And he was…terrifyingly correct. That man was a genuine genius. Nobody made him. He was brilliant.

I’m thee Kirk LeMoyne Billings. …Yes.

That’s me.

…And okay. I’m not…that famous, but I’m a little famous. …And I’m truly her “twin flame”. …My family is from Tennessee. So is hers. …We’re connected. And…our souls…are…impossibly drawn to each other’s. With the exceptionally beautiful desire to become eternally one. …I have no such flaming desire for anyone but her. And nobody can complete her…and give me back my rib…so to speak…bringing…God’s eternal bliss…like her.

Nobody understands me like her. And I don’t understand anyone like I understand her. We have…something profound. Actually…it’s necessary for the universe to function. Tearing us apart is extremely dangerous.

But that’s exactly what Satan aimed to do.

All the stories you read about me? They’re all aimed at her heart and mind. You should find it far more creepy that all of Bobby Kennedy Junior’s wives are…like her. How!? How is that possible!? Something beyond the realm we can see is inspiring him.

…

In 2016 she was rescued by Queen Elizabeth II. They loved each other deeply as friends. Elizabeth was…an incredibly profound person. And so is Lacey.

Jeffrey Epstein agreed to die. He…let himself be killed…partially to protect her and let her family live in peace. To be publicly accountable and punished. Because he refused to attack her. And so did Queen Elizabeth. It was simply too much to ask of them. And so…Ghislaine…feels Jeff…is…far more heroic than you might believe.

In Memory of a Dream by Ludovico Einaudi plays.

And as Nancy Pelosi cries over people, if there’s an Illuminati. I’ll keep writing.

Jeffrey wanted a daughter. So did Ghislaine. And certainly their daughter would have been extremely intelligent. And for some reason they both felt…an affinity for her. Her personality. Everything.

And Jeff felt bad for her legal husband. And loyal to him too because he was raised Jewish. They just didn’t feel comfortable…sadistically…throwing her into a living hell. Letting her believe she was living in actual Hell.

Bobby should stand up for Jeff. Explain that he wasn’t all bad. But…it’s easier not to. And that bothers both Lacey and I a lot. He was a loyal man, in his own way. But nobody gave him any credit in the end, at all.

After Lacey started realizing she wasn’t crazy…and after she returned to Saint Paul…she began talking telepathically with China. North Korea. And Russia.

Sadevalo Claudio Constantini plays.

At one point she fell asleep only because Russia and China had guaranteed her safety as she slept. She was genuinely that terrified. The people and demons harassing her were…intense. And…the founder of The Ordinary killed himself in relation to her story. The Illuminati runs on…spiritual rituals that are ruined if tampered with. But Lacey refused to surrender and people supported her…which gained the respect of Russia…North Korea…and India…and Iran…and China. She became there…mascot. In a sense. Because the way that she was contacted and treated by the American people was egregious. …And China felt it was…one of the most corrupt and sickening things they’d ever witnessed. Taking an innocent…deeply depressed…sweet…woman who was just trying to find love…and making a mockery of her entire existence and then literally possibly throwing her spirit into Hell (yes, on Earth) to appease Satan…simply to feel less insecure…and for no other reason…REALLY pushed them over the edge. Because…she was an ordinary American citizen. No criminal record. Loving. And suffering, greatly. Her crime was hoping someone loved her.

Comptine d’un autre été, l’après midi by Yann Tiersen plays.

Vladimir Putin heard she had found him attractive. And he found her…incredibly attractive.

And he began to fall genuinely in love with her. Her mind…is…exactly what he has always been looking for. She instantly understands him. And empathizes with him. Admires him. And gives him…all the love and support and respect…a man like him needs and wants. Craves, actually. In the exact way he’s longed for it his whole life.

She makes him feel…seen. Loved. And…again, understood. …She has an excellent understanding

of world politics. Better than possibly most living people.

If she had been born when God was intending she’d have been in line to be First Lady. …Joe Kennedy Junior was in love with her enough to genuinely have considered marrying her. And she was made to be in that role. She excels at it. It’s her calling. Aside from being my wife. She’s a wife and mother first. That’s just how she’s made.

And as of tonight…she’s aware that should there be an Illuminati she could marry Putin…for eternity. As in, she’s so impressed by him…she knows she could get over me…and be with him, should I have been in love with Jack the way you insist I was.

I’m NEVER letting her go. But…I’m BEYOND angry…that you’ve sadistically brainwashed her. …She is MINE.

Bobby. Let’s have it out.

I lied to you. Fooled you. Intentionally gained your trust…pretended to be your friend…purely with the intention to murder you. Because I thought you were rubbish. …I thought you would be better off dead. Because I thought someone as cruel and unthinking and foolish as you should die young. …Young and happy, but die all the same. …You seemed stupid, evil and dangerous to me. And I pretended to be in love with you to fool you into trusting me and taking me seriously. It was all a clever ruse. …I didn’t give a shit. You seemed far too excited to hurt yourself and your mom and your little siblings to deserve to have a chance at life. …Yes. I was really that calculating. Bobby…people are. You’re very naive.

*Putin laughs*

Later.

“I really was straight.

I really did figure it out in a theater in New York City. Near Times Square. At 3 AM.

I wasn’t genuinely attracted to Bobby nor Jack. And I knew that with Bobby. I was confused with Jack…although not like some people are.

I’m real. You can refute what I’m saying. But that’s what I’m saying.

I’m saying I was…straight. Straight. And…it’s not the fact that I was confused that scares Lacey…it’s the fact that…she’s worried I can’t love her more.” says Lem. He weeps. “My son is having surgery tomorrow. Lacey needs her teeth removed. Again. It’s from falling down the stairs. …Our son could die tomorrow. It’s not at all likely. But he could. Lacey will not.

My dad wants him to die. …He wants to-

*Lem cries*

My son…isn’t happy. He’s a great kid…but he’d be so much happier-

*Lem cries*

He needs me.

*He laughs*

“Lem! Why is your son here!?” asks a psychic.

*He cries*

Look…if there’s reincarnation it’s an accident. Lacey had him in Great Britain but he died. …He was Canadian. An orphan. Very successful! …Brilliant businessman. He still loves Canada…regardless. But the he’s my son! And I love him dearly.

If Putin had died…in the drone attack…

But no. God has promised Lacey is mine.

Listen…there might not be reincarnation. …But our son…loves Canada. And Lacey finds it fascinating. Just…who were are. All of us.

“Who raised him?” asks King Charles III.

If there’s reincarnation? His cousins. Mostly. And then he just sort of took care of himself. He’s a very tough person. He was on his own at around 15. If there’s reincarnation. And he died a wealthy, loved man. With a family. If there’s reincarnation. …Or that’s a story James J. Hill made up.

…But…he’s a great guy.