Telepathy

A woman in Pennsylvania: I don’t understand.

What do you actually think?

Lacey: Why are we suddenly so close!?

A woman in Pennsylvania: *Thinks*

Did you destroy Lacey!!?

The Illuminati: Yes. Aww.

*She waits*

A woman: So…she’s Lady Rosslyn?

The Illuminati: There is no reincarnation.

A woman: *Laughs*

You can’t be serious!?!

The Illuminati: We can’t believe it. As a group.

A woman: But some of you do believe that.

The Illuminati: *Gets agitated*

*She waits*

A woman in Pennsylvania: So…Lacey…what did you explain?

Lacey: About what?

A woman in Pennsylvania: Ahh-

About…-

*She thinks*

Get some coffee!!!

Lacey: Okay?

*Lacey goes to get coffee.*

A woman in Pennsylvania: Oh no!

We can talk before!! It’s okay.

Lacey: Are you sure?

A woman in Pennsylvania: *Hesitates*

I think so?

Lacey: I’ll be careful.

A woman in Pennsylvania: *Thinks*

Lacey: I’m almost to the coffee shop.

A woman in Pennsylvania: HELLO!?

Lacey: Hello!?

A woman in Pennsylvania: How about now?

Lacey: Hello.

A woman in Pennsylvania: Umm…-

I don’t understand what in the world…you think about social class.

Lacey: *Takes a deep breath*

I have no idea where to begin.

I’m sorry.

What do you think I think?!?

A woman in Pennsylvania: *Looks worried, suddenly*

How complex is it!?

Lacey: EXTREMELY.

What do you think I think?

A woman in Pennsylvania: *Laughs*

Oh my GOD!!!

*Covers her mouth with the palms of her hands*

I think you think-

Okay…I used to think you thought poor people were dumb. Or lazy or weak or something.

You know?

Now I don’t know.

Lacey: You really thought I was that person!?

A woman in Pennsylvania: Yes.

Lacey: *smiles*

I’m almost flattered.

I’ve known those people. They are…disciplined. And…neat. Often good company. Smart.

I like those people.

But I’m not one of them.

A woman in Pennsylvania: I’m so confused.

Lacey: That’s too bad.

A woman in Pennsylvania: So you don’t think those things at all!?

Lacey: You’re WAY oversimplifying it.

I’m sorry.

A woman in Pennsylvania: *Thinks*

Do those thoughts seem insane?

Lacey: *Lacey takes a deep breath*

They’re idiotic.

Americans tend to oversimplify poverty.

I-

A woman in Pennsylvania:

Lacey: I got my latte!

So!?

A woman in Pennsylvania: You cannot be serious!?

Lacey: Are you an idiot!! *Is aghast*

A woman in Pennsylvania: I’m American. In the 21st century.

I genuinely can’t-

So you’re not a Republican?

Lacey: Honestly?

No.

I love Republicans. But, no.

I’m not a Democrat either.

A woman in Pennsylvania: So you think we’re all?

Lacey: Wow.

Why are you so determined to demonize me?

A woman in Pennsylvania: I’m in the perfume community.

Lacey: Okay.

I can’t talk with you…if you’re just going to obsessively demonize me.

*Later*

Lacey: That’s sad.

*Later*

Marcy: So…you’re all over the place in America.

What were you in Victorian England?

Lacey: Liberal? No. It wasn’t Liberal.

What was it?

It wasn’t a Whig.

I think it was some small group of people?

We were aristocracy. But…we supported reforms.

*Lacey waits*

Marcy: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

And it’s Marsie.

Lacey: What were you hoping for?

Marsie: Some common ground!?

*She looks frustrated*

Lacey: Are you a Liberal? Now?

Marsie: YES!

Hell, yes.

Lacey: Okay.

I can’t.

Sorry Marsie.

SORRY.

Mira: Why does she keep doing this to us? I can’t tell what she’s saying!

How are we supposed to know any of this?

God: If you read something as an adult…it’s your choice. Unless you’re being forced to read it.

Mira: Okay. Fair.

God: You choose to read this blog. Not subscribe to it. There was no way for her to know for sure what was going on. You can’t have it both ways.

If she’d had some inkling how much you actually cared…she’d have accommodated that.

Marsie: What would she have done?

God: She’d have made her blog more interesting. Not just what she shared on Instagram.

She’d have talked far more in depth about each fragrance.

She’d rarely have discussed herself.

She didn’t think she had much of an audience, so she was just having fun.

Marsie: That’s not professional.

God: That’s not a requirement!!!

GROW-UP!!!

Elliott: I can’t stand you people! You’re such middle-class, idiotic snobs!

Lording it over her. “She’s not professional.”

Good LORD!!!

Marsie: WELL!

White trash.

He’s white trash.

Elliott Roosevelt: *Laughs at her*

I can’t take her seriously enough to respond, God. I’m sorry. *He sincerely apologizes*

Casi: Oh wow!

Things are getting sexy and heating-up.

I love foreplay!

*She smiles*

God: You think he’s sexually aroused by Marsie?

Casi: *Nods and smiles*

He’s…-

When a man-

*She clears her throat to sound more authoritative and knowing.*

When a man…gets that angry…he’s always sexually aroused. Always.

Men don’t bother. Not like that. Unless they wanna fuck.

Marsie: I mean…I am cute.

You never know!

*She giggles*

God: He wants to rip your head off.

Marsie: WAH??

*She looks confused*

God: He could literally beat you senseless. But of course, he never would.

Marsie: *Looks confused*

Elliott: *Shaking in rage, controls himself*

Marsie: It’s funny how men…-

See…he’s so sexually aroused…he’s angry at me. Because I have an ENORMOUS amount of power over him.

God: No

You actually just made him angry.

Marsie: But men-

I’m not-

Okay. Maybe I’m wrong.

Geez!!

*She laughs*

God: You’re very vain.

You could tell he wasn’t attracted to you.

Why did you choose to completely ignore that?

Marsie: That’s just what I do.

God: It doesn’t work with everyone.

Marsie: I’m in the upper class!!!!

I’m a RICH PERSON!!

God: *Smiles*

No. You’re not.

You’re middle class, Marsie.

Stop lying.

Marsie: Not true.

*She laughs awkwardly*

God: You’re lying.

Let’s move on.

*Later*

Lem: You were not a Whig.

Neither was I.

My family were Tories. We…were attempting to unite the two parties. For the sake of the crown.

We were…very loyal. And yet quite progressive.

*Later*

Lacey goes for a hike with her family. Lem appears. The kids see him. He gives them a hug.

As they walk back a family walks past all of them. Lacey’s husband and her son walk behind, lingering and looking at wild grapes. The family sees Lem, Lacey and her daughter first.

They act…totally upset by them. As if they’re poor, and absolute trash. It was active disdain. They had two dogs.

“Did they think you were a ghost?” says Lacey.

“No!

We all looked normal.

But they were snubbing us.” says Lem. “No. It’s not because I’m tall.”

“We didn’t dress oddly!” says Lacey.

“We looked normal.” says Lem. “By the way, if you’re reading this…DON’T ask my kids about this. EVER. You’ll regret it.”

“So what gives? You went to Princeton and Harvard. Why snub you?” says Lacey. “Did they recognize you?”

“No!” says Lem. “You’d think so, but no!”

“So what was it?” says Lacey.

“No. They knew we weren’t poor. It wasn’t about that. Even if…that’s the non-verbal reference they made.” says Lem.

A group of teenagers being rowdy roam around the parking-lot of a restaurant. They may be innocent, but regardless they seem they intimidated by Lacey. Sitting alone in her car.

“Why…are they intimidated?” says Lacey. “I’m SO confused.”

“Lacey…you’re sure you’re not hallucinating?” says Casi, kindly.

“Yes! I’m sure. I checked. I’m as sure as I can be.” says Lacey. “At least, for now.”

“Those people were just intimidated by you?” says Casi.

“Because Lem’s so big?” says Lacey.

Lem thinks.

“Do the elites manifest their dead family?” asks a reader.

“No. It’s not typical.” says a woman, somewhere.

“Why was Chris falling apart?” asks Lem’s brother.

“He can’t handle-

His life got too complicated.

He hates that much complication.

He’s tired-“ says a man, somewhere. “He can’t handle the…reality of it.”

“Got it.” says Lem. “No. It’s not because I’m big.

“Why?” says Lacey.

“Because…people today…aren’t so psychologically well organized.

They’d snub…EVERYONE. Literally EVERYONE.

They’re BEYOND dumb. They’re literally ludicrous. It borders on actual psychosis.

And yet, they’re mostly doing it to themselves. They…go online and develop ideas. And…instead of checking them out…they just overindulge themselves and believe anything they want.

It’s not safe to do anything without extreme diligence. Hiking. Shopping. Because too many arrogant, bullheaded dumbasses are at large nowadays.” says Lem.

“How weird was it actually for that woman to get stabbed in New York?” asks Bill Gates.

“Very not weird.

She was a nut. The woman with a knife.

There have always been crazy people in the city. City life has always had risks.

…That being said, things are obviously worse. It’s…societal decay.” says Lem.

“So…how weird was it?” says Bill Gates.

“WEIRD.

But right now, it’s common.” says Lem. “Hold on! I’m DRIVING.”

Bill Gates laughs. “Lem, I didn’t know that.”

Lem laughs. “It’s fine!! I’m sorry!”

“I thought my husband here was just driving.

Apparently that’s not how this works.” says Lacey.

“Yes!

Lem does driving more than you think. Lem is an excellent driver. Sometimes when your husband is tired…Lem helps.” says God.

“HOW!?” says a Christian.

“I’m God.

I’ve allowed it, because it’s necessary. He’s with me. Lem. But…it’s my way of fixing the situation.

Why not an angel? Because it’s less scary for her kids. And her. Angels can be scary!”

“Huh!

So…you put them in a different realm? Momentarily?” says a Christian.

“YES!

It’s happening right now. All around the world.” says God. “I can do it, and it’s not traumatic.

Her kids know Lem. They know he’s in Heaven. And he is.

It’s better for them than the alternative. He’s protecting them.”

“It’s not because of their Jewish grandfather. It’s not that.

Some Nazis, who may actually be well intentioned, would insist otherwise. That’s between me and them.

It’s actually because she’s been so brutally attacked. I needed to miraculously intervene.” says God.

“Why couldn’t you save Matt?” asks a Nesheim.

“He was…determined. Part of why it’s worked with Lacey…is because she’s always listened to me. Very intently.

Matt…was more socialized and accepted. As an adult. Lacey is…accepted, but not as much. He was well liked. …And that’s good. He wasn’t a bad person! …But because of that, he wasn’t…listening as much. It’s just human nature. People get busy. People…are human.

Which is better? Well…they both have their pros and cons. It’s good I’m so close to her. But I like humans to have each other.

The other day Lacey spent a half an hour in fifteen minutes. Literally fifteen minutes passed in “reality” but it was about a half an hour or more. Possibly…an hour.

I’m happy to help. But it’s a horrific situation.” says God.

“Can they tell if it’s Lem or someone like him?” asks a woman in the perfume community.

“Who?” asks God.

“The kids.” says the woman.

“Him. They know the difference.” says God.

*Later*

“Why was Lem-

I don’t understand why they were snubbed?” says a reader.

“I didn’t like the way she smiled at us.

It was…way too…friendly. I took it personally. And I assumed she was trying to be my best friend.”

“Why?” says Lem.

“Because…-

*He rolls his eyes*

Why would rich people like them…be nice!? I mean…they look…rich. It’s just…there. Rich and traditional.”

“Why-

What are you expecting?” says Lacey.

“I’m expecting-

You’re an extremely nice person!” says the man.

“Yes.” says Lem.

“Don’t try so hard to be friendly.” says the man.

“It works with lots of other people.” says God.

“Really!?” he says, confused.

“Yes.” says God, laughing. “What did you think of Lem?”

“He seemed…tall.

Why was the other guy there?” he says.

“I married her!” says her husband.

“I just assumed-

Someone was married to her. And they were all friends.

Why…-

You know…he’s intimidating.” says the man.

“WHAT!?” says Casi.

“Yeah.

I felt intimidated.

And so I snubbed them.” he says.

“That’s brutal.” says Lacey.

“Well…I don’t want to be judged.” he says.

“But you snubbed me?” says Lem.

“Yes.” he says. “I…know…the truth.”

“Did you think I was a British aristocrat who eats babies?” says Lem.

“YES. Or…a billionaire. Who…sacrifices to Allah.” says the man.

“I don’t.” says Lem.

“You seemed…like one of them.” he says.

“And we were hiking in Minnesota?” says Lem.

“Geez yes!” he says.

“No. That’s not me.” says Lem.

“You all did seem…British.” he says.

“Like the Royal Family?” says Lem.

“YES!

I hate the Queen. She was cruel to Diana!” says the man.

“Please stop USING ME!!!” yells Queen Elizabeth II. “YOU WILL REGRET IT!!! ALL Of you!!!!” she yells. “I DID CARE!!”

“You needed to be honest. But not at the expense of other important truth.” says Lem to the Spencer’s.

*They think*

“Look!

I need safety.

Don’t keep harvesting off my soul!” says Lem.

“You shouldn’t have killed me.” says Matt Nesheim. “You don’t know what you’re doing. It’s like a garden. …And you can’t tell what’s happening with the plants. You pulling the wrong leaves.”

“You were protecting Lacey?” asks a reader.

“YES! Regardless of reincarnation, yes.

Stop targeting people who just make you angry.” says Matt to the possible Illuminati.