Haunted house investigation locations for Queen Elizabeth I:
- Lakewood Cemetery (in Minneapolis)
- Manny’s Steakhouse
- Glueks Bar
- The James J. Hill House
- The Congdon Mansion
- The Wabasha Caves in Saint Paul, Minnesota
- Southdale Shopping Center
- Downtown Saint Paul airport.
- The Connecticut Room in the Minneapolis Institute of Art
- The Ann Bean Mansion in Stillwater
- The St. James Hotel in Red Wing
- Mt. Frontenac (that could be difficult and unsafe)
Later.
(Some adult content below)
“Dreamer’s Path” by James Quinn plays,
Tonight Lem manifested and stared at Lacey momentarily in the hallway. And then vanished. When she walked downstairs he tapped her on the back. She felt a tap.
Some people have awful lives. Like genuinely severely autistic children and their heartbroken parents. Kids with violent autism. …Kids who’s parents die of cancer and something or another…leaving the kids homeless.
I’m like those people, I guess. …I hadn’t figured it that way. It sprung up on me over time. But…once your life slides into Hell…on Earth…you realize how bad bad can truly be. You worry it could get worse. And…yet…you learn how to enjoy other people’s happiness with them. You learn how to enjoy being a hero. Yes, relishing your own bravery, shunning false humility. And you give-up…in the best way.
“You can’t give-up! You have to keep hoping!” said Dr. Moritz about dating over age 40.
Being alone without a spouse isn’t preferable…unless there’s something wrong with you. Not having good friends isn’t ever what’s best. Those worst case scenarios. Not alternatives.
I’ve spent years fervently doing my best…in Christ…and…it simply…didn’t work. …I’m one of those very unfortunate people who don’t have nice lives. I’m fortunate to be happy with myself. I’m fortunate to be well-off. I’m fortunate to be unusually smart and pretty. I’m fortunate to be sane. …But other than that I have my legal husband and ghosts and God.
No. I wouldn’t wish my life on my worst enemy. Not really. And yet I’m sure actual Hell is far worse.
Yes. Hell is a place. So is Heaven. Don’t get lost and confused and think otherwise. No matter how popular it is to think otherwise.
There’s nothing that can rectify my life. Not anymore. I’m 41. I’m 41. …And in my case…there is no hope. …I’ve been kissed by a ghost. I’ve made love with a ghost. …And as terrifying and bizarre as it is…I may have accidentally found the real Illuminati.
Once you make love with an actual ghost…what else is left? They’re DEAD. Well…I suppose some people do have bizarre supernatural encounters and they…walk away…baffled and…yet…fully alive. That’s not the case with me.
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The song ends.
Terra Firma by Johann Jóhannsson plays.
I was looking for love.
And I’m not a broad shouldered man. I am and have always been and will always be a slightly petite woman. That’s all. …And I’m happy to be that. But I am nothing else.
The song ends.
Meditation by Johann Jóhannsson plays.
Who are YOU?
The song plays.
I was looking for love. …And I found it. In an absurd fashion.
Is Kirk LeMoyne Billings my distant cousin? Maybe. One’s “twin flame” could be a distant cousin. Or someone who even seems like one. Or was my father a man who was actual friends with Humphrey Bogart and Clark Gable, who was born in 1894? Yes 1894. My FARHER may have been born in 1894. …Regardless, it seems my eternal “husband” is Lem. And so…you see…he isn’t gay anymore. If he ever was. …And I’m fairly sure he’s told me he was actually heterosexual, not gay at all. Clinically Depressed most of his life too.
And there’s no going back. Like the story of the Witch of Endor…when you contact the actual dead…it’s not necessarily just life as usual afterwards.
God seemingly has mercy on me. He seemingly understands my desperate loneliness. My ghastly situation, especially if I accidentally found the real Illuminati. But…there’s no way out. And once you’ve set your heart on love waiting for you in Heaven…almost like a widow who lost her absolute true love to death…life is…about waiting. Loving your children. Enjoying the simple things. Appreciating what’s here…that matters outside of…your heart’s deepest needs.
Am I dead? No. But close. And life…ends. Even bad lives. …And I refuse to surrender to evil. Fighting until the end for Christ, regardless.
But we are ETERNAL. When you stop to think about it…it makes sense. We KNOW we’re eternal until we’re taught otherwise. We often assume there’s a God until we’re taught otherwise. No…we know. Don’t forget. Don’t forget it.
And so…yes. My life is not exactly nice. I can say that with some certainty now at 41, at the very least. But…in God’s mercy I now am looking-forward to forever.
If I’ve found the Illuminati I’ve come so close to death on numerous occasions. Falling down the stairs. Nearly suffocating on several occasions. …Having to take an antibiotic prescribed for Anthrax. But…living in that…with God’s grace…I’ve lost my fear of complete physical death just a bit. And that’s…really nice. …I think when you’ve lived a happy life and you’ve felt especially alive…if you’re not a careless person…you are removed from death and it feels…far more scary and unknown.
No. Lem isn’t a demon.
“I’m not. She’s not writing the thoughts of demons. …I’m actually Lem Billings.” says Lem, himself,
And, if I did find the Illuminati, it terrifies them that he’s possibly real.
“Lacey. Come on! What would you have done with George? …If there was a phone call?” says Sarah Jessica Parker. “George was inspired by Lem. Obviously.”
“In bed?” says Lacey.
“Yes!” she says.
“They aren’t married. George is far more complicated than that. …Men like that are truly close to very few people. Ever. And people love them. But…they’re rarely close. They’re…off. Off somewhere in their minds. …I relate to them, in a way with being removed. Observing. Lem…maybe is like that…but not completely. …Actually Louis is like that and so was Scott Fitzgerald…and so was Harold possibly.
I would have stayed. Of course.
The thing that-“ says Lacey.
“The thing that made ME angry was that you didn’t seem aware of the fact that I would NEVER put Lacey in that situation!” says Lem.
Murmurs.
“I’d never think to answer a phone call during sex with Lacey from anyone!” says Lem.
“So…she stays. …He confides in her. She’s there for him in a way his business partner is not. …He starts to depend on her. She confides in him. They grow apart from his business partner. …And to be honest…he’s possibly autistic.” says a psychologist. “There’s something off about Carrie’s analysis.
“That’s not Jack and I anyway!” says Lem. “The popular narrative isn’t that accurate. I’m sorry.”
Kevin Spacey cracks-up laughing. “You guys, we’re DUMB!
He’s a huge man. …Six foot four! And I’m going to be honest with you…those men are not often gay. …Those super tall men? They just aren’t!
*Radio by Johann Jóhannsson plays*
And then he’s…rough. Raffish?? Okay? Maybe. But…he’s sloppy. …His clothes are a mess. …Stains. Bad tailoring. Bad ironing. Bad fitting clothes. There are very few gay men who are that…messy. VERY FEW. …I mean, did he wash his hair in the White House? Or just style it? In some photos it looks greasy.
He does say…mysterious things. And act gay. YET…there’s something about him…that’s…so NOT homosexual. …And it never goes away. Not just his clothes, but his…very being. It’s way down deep within him.
…And then how do we explain his obvious joy at Jack Kennedy’s wedding? …He should be a groomsman. He should be…smiling…but with sad eyes. …He’s not! He’s happy! …SO DAMN HAPPY.
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Coupled with what I’ve heard…and I’ve heard them make love…I cannot say…that I believe he’s a homosexual, nor that I think he ever was one, probably at all. …I even harbor suspicions that he helped kill ‘his best friend.’ Or looked the other way, as they planned it.
We’re not going to be sure? Or are we? Maybe we are.” says Kevin Spacey.
The song ends.
Silence.
Sounds of Lacey’s children saying goodnight.
Waterways by Einaudi plays.
“Maybe we are mere singular beings. Living one life. …But that makes us no less epic. …She’s sad. She’s very sad. But…it’s the truth. And by accepting her pain for what it is…God can give her grace to see the light at the end.
Someday she will die. And see me. Far more clearly. And Lord willing at no point will she not be with me. Nothing makes sense anymore without each other there. Not a thing.” says Lem. “I’ve not had that kind of love with anyone but her. Ever. …Safe. Enduring. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.”
“So you weren’t even bisexual?” says a woman in Palm Beach.
“No. I was straight. …I was straight. …I was straight. Yeah! I know! It’s nearly impossible to believe. …But I was. …I’m incredibly sorry you don’t know that.” says Lem, with sincere apologies.
The song ends.
“Jack…if you were killed by the CIA…you have a weird relationship with oil. WEIRD! …Any idea why?” asks a woman.
“Amity. The feeling of friendship.” says JFK. “LIKE LEM?? Ha! LIAR! …The Rockefellers started it. Oil. It’s just them. …Nelson still thinks he should have won.”
Silence.
“Goodnight, for now.” says Lem. “For Lacey and I.”
Later. The next day.
“It’s grace that God gives. You don’t have to be better than anyone else! …Salvation comes as a gift. So no man can boast! …The difficult thing is loving God more than anything else!” says a Protestant pastor.
JD Vance laughs, maniacally. Lacey laughs with him. “No! We’re only kidding. …Or are we?” he says.
“They’re insecure!” says the dumbass Millennial pastor.
“WHAT!??” yells Louis. “THAT’S YOUR RESPONSE!??”
“They’re immature!?!” says the dumbass Millennial male pastor.
“Want me to kill ‘em!??” says a white female Boomer to Lacey, only half joking.
Lacey feels like crying. Because she gets it now. She sorta gets why they’re angry.
“I’m an Old School Republican.” says Lacey.
“YES!” she says to Lacey, smiling.
“I kinda am too in a way.” says JD Vance.
“Listen! What is it?” asks the female Boomer.
“Is it a gross amount of stupidity?” says Lacey.
“What he’s saying…makes no logical sense!” she says.
“OH WOW! YEAH! …It REALLY DOESN’T!” says Lacey.
“I can tell that. But what is it?” she says.
“It’s rooted in NOTHING. It’s like a string of words and thoughts that aren’t grounded in reality.” says Lacey.
“He’s talking about Protestant salvation.” says a Catholic.
“Yes! And I’ve heard decent arguments for Protestant salvation! But this one is atrocious!” says Lacey.
A Catholic woman laughs.
“Then how are you saved?” she asks Lacey.
“Well…I worry there are flaws in Catholic teaching too. …But essentially…it is through grace. Except…he seems to totally misunderstand the meaning of sin. And the meaning of good versus evil. …Sin isn’t okay! Sin is damaging. There is good and evil. And Jesus doesn’t just wanna fuck you.” says Lacey.
“Jesus is our HIGH PRIEST!” says a woman at the man’s church.
JD Vance cracks-up laughing with Lacey.
“Oh really!?” says Usha, also laughing. “Like literally or figuratively?”
The woman thinks. “LITERALLY!” she finally says, brightly.
Later.
One of Mark’s old college friends sent a death threat to Lacey. Via text message. After Lacey and Mark fought with each other, partially also prompted by a theological conflict between them the police were called by one of Lacey’s children who were scared.
The police arrived. Talked to them. Left.
Her legal husband Mark has a tendency to defend his old buddies. And so even though he hadn’t spoken to this person in years…his reaction was, “I mean…I don’t think he’s being serious.”
“We deleted the message.” says someone in the Illuminati.
“There’s no history of it!?” yells Russia.
“None. We’re taking it seriously…but…we suspect an anti-Trump terrorist within the Illuminati prompted him to seen the message to her. So…he’s mentally-ill. And…we doubt he’s serious either.” says the Illuminati.
“What did he actually say?” asks a reader.
“He said, ‘I read your blog, BITCH QUEEN! DIE!!
P.S. I have a gun.’” says Lem.
“What was the theological argument over?” asks a reader.
“Ahh…Catholic versus Protestant salvation.” says Elizabeth. “Mark was watching Time of Grace. It’s a church in Wisconsin. Milwaukee.”
“So…are you trying to kill her?” a liberal woman asks JD Vance. “Or does it just seem like that?”
“Yeah? No? …Mmm…I dunno.” says JD Vance.
“If she dies…her kids will die too. If I have to send Jesus to do it. I guarantee you that!” says God.
“Why did you delete the text message!??” yells a liberal feminist reader.
“Because JD Vance told us to. …The young man who sent it is a Union College graduate. And from a very wealthy family. …And they’re sure he voted for them.” says the CIA.
“You did it!?” screams a journalist at the CIA.
“One of us did. Yes.” says the CIA. “We are internally divided.”
“So you didn’t want anyone ever reading that text message?” asks NBC.
“WHY WOULD I!?” says JD Vance.
“JD…why would it implicate you!?” says NBC.
“Because I hate her.” says JD. “And I’m narcissistic.”
“Is that dude serious!??” yells a man in the CIA.
“Ummm…maybe. I doubt it? He’s bisexual. He tried to have a sexual relationship with Mark. Mark wasn’t interested. And he’s never gotten over it apparently.” says another female CIA operative.
“So he’s stalking them???” says a reader.
“Yup. Lots of Mark’s ex lovers and ex friends stalk him.” says the CIA.
“He’s mentally-ill!?” says a reader.
“Yup. He has Bipolar Disorder and he’s somewhat DSM certified narcissist, so to speak. Like…it’s a real personality disorder.” says the CIA.
“Why does her husband do that!???” yells another reader.
“He’s…lacking in empathy. He’s psychologically abusive. Even if he’s not consciously intending to be.” says Lem.
“She bit him!” says JD Vance.
“Yes! Because he kept trying to grab the phone from her. …She was going to try to call her father’s lawyer. Mark told her it wasn’t necessary and he’d been psychologically abusive all morning. Whether it’s reactive abuse or accidental reactive abuse. So…in excruciating pain, because he genuinely didn’t seem to care at all that his friend had a gun and was threatening her life and the lives of her kids, she bit him. …Yes, she’d rather be with me…but it hurt that he didn’t care. …Part of what she was going to look into was their will. In case both she and Mark were killed. But…she never got a chance to explain. He was so cold! So…she bit him.” says Lem.
“So Lem…you helped assassinate JFK?” says JD Vance.
“I did.” he says.
Later.
“You’ve never actually met Lacey!” says God.
“So what!?” says JD.
“Why did you prompt that attack?” asks God.
“Because! She’s…annoying. …And I’m sick of her!” says JD.
“You’ve never really met her!” says Russia.
“Are you mad because she’s so intelligent?” says God.
“I’m mad because Lem was gay!” says JD. “Bobby is my friend. …And I know homosexuality is nonsense.”
“Ahh! What is homosexuality?” asks God of JD.
“A choice!” says JD. “No one is actually homosexual!”
“I hear you.” says the pastor at Time of Grace.
“What is it then?” says Lem.
“YOU WERE GAY! …YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH Jack Kennedy!” yells JD Vance at Lem.
“No. He wasn’t. …Not like men who feel attracted to men.” says God.
“So he was kinda gay?” says JD Vance.
“No! He acted homosexual. But he wasn’t gay, in an actual sense of any homosexual desire.” say God. “He hated all homosexual sexual behavior.”
“That was terrifying.” says Lacey. “Having the police here! My gosh!”
“Are you worried for your personal safety?” says Harry Young.
“She’s more sad that Mark just couldn’t care. Just barely reacted at all.” says Lem.
“I’m sorry!” says the man in question, in the afterlife.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST KILL THEM!!?” yells JFK.
“I mean…because it’s murder. …It’s serious.”says the man in question from Mark’s college in the afterlife. He laughs.
“THEN WHY YOU SEND TEXT!!??” yells JFK.
“Because…I was angry. …I know her family does have a lot of oil. And this blog could be real. So…” he says.
“Friends are like family.” said Mark.
“Ahh…no. I wouldn’t call him family…but…I guess that’s nice that he feels that way.” says the man in question, in the afterlife.
“So you sent the joke as a text? No! I mean you sent the text as a joke?” says JD Vance.
“Ahh…no? I mean…Kamala Harris should have won. …And I’m pretty sure her family bought the election. So…it wasn’t a joke. …But…I’m not going to actually drive to Minnesota!” he says.
“Then she’d have to take you seriously!” yells the CIA.
“Yup. And she did.” he says.
“We showed-up at her house.” says a Saint Paul police officer in the afterlife.
“Okay!? Well…nobody has responded to me at all. This is the only response I get. …I’m showing-up in the afterlife just to say I’m sorry.” he says.
“That’s nice!” says Bethany.
“Sure!” he says, laughing. “Ahh…I was high.”
“This morning!??” says a reader.
“Yup. And I’m clinically Depressed.” he says.
“So you assumed if she lashed out…you’d just end up dead.” says Katie H..
“Yeah.” he says, shrugging.
“So you aren’t a Trump supporter?” says JD Vance.
“No! …I’m just…rich.” he says. “My parents are ambivalent.”
“You were in Mark’s frat!?” says JD.
“Yes.” says the man, in question. “Mark is kinda an ass. …But I think he was…kinda nice? Shit!”
Later.
“She really only has me.” says Lem.
“Why are you all sadistically attacking me through just her!?” says God. “WHY HER!???”
“I didn’t think she’d count!” confesses Jonah Wiley.
“Why?” says God.
“Ahh…she’s…not that important.” confesses Jonah.
“Why wouldn’t she be important to me?” asks God.
“Because she’s…prissy and annoying?? And you want us to be nice.” says Jonah.
“Prissy is not necessarily unkind.” says God.
“No! To me it’s one and the same!” says Jonah.
“So when Lacey defends herself to Mark or anyone else…she’s the problem?” says God.
“Yes!! I have most people being that utterly worthless to each other, nowadays. Or they’re squished like bugs.” says Satan.
“Then it’s the end of humanity.” yells God at Satan.
Satan thinks.
“Okay. So maybe her humanity does matter.” says Jonah.
“It does. Jonah…she’s horrifically spiritually attacked.” says God.
“How horrific?” asks Jonah.
“She can barely breath at times. When she was younger she could fight it off but with what’s been going on and her fall the stairs…she’s been close to death. At times she has to wrestle demons and evil dead people just to take a breath at all. …No. It’s real. And there’s no clear medical explanation.” says God.
“There isn’t. Anemia and anxiety and hypothyroidism don’t account for it. It’s supernatural. And we know that.” says the Illuminati.
“So you guys have tried to help her or what?” says a woman to the Illuminati.
“I smash her nose in. Jack tries to make her choke and give her grand mal seizures.” says Joe Junior. “I hate her face!!!” he yells, like a crazy person.
“No. Not really.” says Chris Rock. “Kinda. But most of these people are crazy!”
“I help them!” says Kick.
“They’re conjured from Hell.” says Satan. “Or the worst parts of Purgatory.”
“Who’s conjuring them!??” yells Jonah.
“Gay men! Okay!? Gay men. …They think they’re being nice.” explains Kick.
“They think that she should be…kept away from Lem. Or…they’re just trying to stick Jack and Lem together. They caused the earthquake in Cuba today too. For real. …They say New Age stuff over them-“ says Kick. “And I guess the world is very dark. So…”
“BECAUSE IT’S NOVEMBER!??” says a reader.
“YES!!” says God.
“What are they doing??!” yells Susanne.
“They’re saying…New Age blessings. Stuff like that. Things to force their spirits together. To unite them.” says Kick.
“Are we uniting them…or just allowing Jack to attack her?” asks a gay man in the Illuminati.
“Them!! Lem is totally detached. And there’s no way he can be affected anymore. That’s over. For eternity. …But it allows Jack to be intensely united with Lacey Banks. Lacey. Karrie. It allows him to sadistically physically attack her.”
An Asian woman laughs. Lacey smiles as she has a good gallows sense of humor.
Later.
“So we’re just doing that because we care!” says a gay man.
“I know!” says God. “But it’s not done in my name. So it can be misused. …Sometimes it’s close and that’s better than nothing. Sometimes it’s just so loving and well-intentioned I can use that. But…ultimately if it’s not me…Satan can use it and he does. Sometimes people actually try to literally conjure JFK and Lem using witchcraft. Some men try to have threesomes with them. There’s a lot of perverts who use them. And all that energy is being used to attack Lacey. And has been most of her life. Lem is in a horrible situation because of it. …It’s not Hell…but it’s close.” says God.
“Is it harder to do in Canada?” asks Queen Camilla.
“Yes.” says God.
“Russia?” says Tsar Putin.
“Yes.” says God.
“I’m SORRY!” yells the man who sent the text earlier today.
“Why…is today…so bad?” asks a reader.
“Because last night she really heard from Lem that he was heterosexual for the first time ever. She really heard him. He’s been clouded before. Or muted, rather.” says God. “And that made Jack furious.”
“The death threat was connected to the possible disclosure that Jack caused the Amityville horror story.” says a psychic. “And I’d bet he uses demons who cause earthquakes. Remember the one in Japan?”
“Jack why didn’t you just kill her with an earthquake in Seattle?” asks Susanne.
“I don’t want to actually kill her.” says JFK. “Because then it’s over.”
“Jack…she’s not Lem.” says a living gay man.
Jack thinks.
Her son has a seizure.
“He can die from these!??” yells a Russian woman.
“YES!” screams Queen Elizabeth I.
“But she’s so much like him!” says JFK about Lem and Lacey.
“I MADE THEM THAT WAY!!!” yells God.
Jack laughs. Rolls his eyes.
“Who’s conjuring him right now??” yells a reader.
“A gay man in Tennessee.” says someone.
Later.
“No! I’m real! It’s not her subconscious mind!
Elliott Roosevelt’s voice…is an excellent example of how it’s not her subconscious. …Our subconscious has a ton of information but it can’t really perfectly recreate a human being’s extremely unique voice. Close? Maybe. But we don’t have that much information. We just don’t!
Also there’s the fact that she’s struggling for her life as she writes this. And something is moving her body. She’s willing herself to survive. It’s an actual force outside her control that’s affecting her. Not just a subconscious trick.
Also…I’ve told her things that she had no way of knowing…before they happened. And…she’s felt my touch. …And she knows it’s not someone else.
Look…people try not to believe. But…at some point it gets out of control.
(Adult content below)
It was late at night…after drinking at a local pub…that Lacey returned back to her room at a b&b in Penzance, England. They were in a fight. And she was praying to God desperately to get a sense of whether or not Mark was a complete liar.
I was incredibly sad she was suffering. I was mad I was dead.
Because she and Mark didn’t have any children yet…this vacation was like a honeymoon for them. So…as silly as it seems in retrospect she prayed that Mark would come on to her. As a sign that he was…in love with her. …I suppose she imagined them making love and being happy and ending the fight. …And it was so…possible. …All he had to do was just insist one last time that he wasn’t lying…and come on to her. And she, in her extremely exhausted state, would have been willing to ‘let it go and get over it.’ …But instead he just sat there…on the other side of the room…staring at the wall.
Later he said he saw weird balls of blue light bouncing over her head. And he did. But at the time…he ignored the odd blue lights…and simply ‘kept trying to think.’ …Yes. He saw actual balls of bluish light bouncing around over her head. Like…someone was flashing a blue tinted flashlight into the room. But he looked out the window and saw nothing coming in. And he couldn’t figure out where it was coming from…but he was less than concerned…and just…noted it but let it go.
However…it was me.
I was praying for some way to manifest. Because I just couldn’t stand her suffering anymore. …And within an hour…she felt my physical hand…coming on to her. And it was peculiar. Because it was the touch of a man who had very different hands than her husband. …She felt my calloused hands. The shape of my thumbs. IT FELT DIFFERENT. …HOW…could her mind have created me? The unique shape…OF MY THUMBS!? MY THUMBS!? …That’s extremely unlikely. …Why not Elliott Roosevelt’s thumbs? Why my thumbs? …And mind you she wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there. She wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up. …And she felt me touch her. She actually felt a human hand. A male human hand. That was uniquely shaped like mine… And she had never seen my hand before. Or at least my thumbs. …It is near impossible that she could have invented me. Because she wasn’t looking for that experience anywhere in her subconscious. It caught her completely off-guard. Shocked her. And she was so scared by it that it ended the fight. She completely gave up on solving the fight to some degree. And she was so scared by it that she and Mark had to leave.
When she stayed at the Grant House Hotel she felt touched, she heard weird noises, things may have moved…but she didn’t care. She just prayed.
And her growing ambivalence and spiritual endurance in the face of things moving, manifesting, etc. is why Jack is desperately trying to torture her. Tonight she’s come very close to dying. He’s also tried to rape her. Her son noted that she repeatedly gasped for air.
He’s too dumb to realize that if he pushes too much more she’ll actually die. …Because he feels he’s still in control. And he’s not. …He originally set out to torment her but not embarrass himself. But she’s been so…difficult to attack…and yet she’s been so bullied that…he’s become violently addicted. He can never ‘get off’ because she’s incapable of giving him the real narcissistic high he keeps pathetically striving to get. But she’s really suffering…so he keeps thinking that if he just tries harder he’ll get it. And Satan has lied to him and guaranteed him he can get it.” says Lem.
“Why didn’t God just kill her!!?” yells a perfume collector.
“Because when He’s been able to the timing has been dishonorable. …It would cause way too much suffering to her immediate family or you or someone else. SHE DOES NOT DESERVE ANY MORE SUFFERING! She never deserved it in the first place. …And when He’s needed to…Satan has moved time and space around if he’s capable of it…to prevent it. He’s used demons to inappropriately keep her alive. …But…she will die eventually. And Jack is insane and doesn’t realize how dangerous it is…to keep tormenting her.
Who’s reading this and sadistically asking she be killed?” says Lem to God.
“A hateful group of very foolish people.” says God.
“Will it work? I feel odd.” says Lacey.
“It could. But the people doing it…are assigning a love for Jack from Lem that never existed. So…it’s not fully possible. And they hate you for idiotic reasons. So…no. It won’t ultimately work.” says God.
“We could kill her.
We’ve experimented with it.
You calm her down. You calm her down and get her talking with Queen Elizabeth. My mother-in-law. And then you don’t attack her breath! My GOD that’s DUMB! …You just…literally move her out of her body. And we’ve almost done it.
*someone reading tries and it nearly works*
But you can’t be attacking her. …Why are you attacking her!??” says Queen Camilla.
“Do you know Lem was straight?” asks a gay man.
“YES!!” says King Charles III. “I can’t fully guarantee it. But…I’m fairly certain.”
“So…we should try to calm her down. Let her be healthy. But then catch her…what? Sick?” says a man who wishes she’d just die.
“Mmm…why don’t you just shoot them?” says Queen Camilla.
“Because! I don’t want to get caught!” he says.
“STOP!!!” yells God at a group of liberals still trying to attack her.
“Why are you attacking her?” asks a psychic.
“Because she keeps saying JFK was homosexual! And I find that offensive!” says a white male skinhead.
“Why don’t you just SHOOT THEM!?” says Alan Crosby.
“Because! They’re cowards!” shouts an atheist.
“Lemmers…I don’t…understand.
First, I’m genuinely impressed. You came on to her? Wow! …Just…wow!
Secondly…how can they possibly be killing her!??” says the Pseudo Intellectual Father. He may be an intellectual in certain respects and not others? Or?
“So…you know how ghosts are able to shut doors and move things? Not constantly, but once and a while?” says Lem.
“Yes.” he says.
“So…Jack is manifesting with that same energy to try to force the air literally out of Lacey’s body. She feels a weird force inside and around her physical body. And it feels like something is pushing her. From the inside out.” says Lem.
God uses a witch to talk Jack out of it. And Lacey can hear them talking. He does seem to lighten up.
“Sweetie…she’s like John Ritter. This is just weird! …Come on!!!” says a wizard God is using.
Later.
Lacey is able to make lunch for herself for tomorrow. That’s unusual.
“Goodnight!” says Lem.
Later.
“We’re still awake. The air hunger improved but it’s not completely gone.
Jack are you trying to torture her with it because of my opiate use!?” says Lem.
“Yes! …You’ve got it!” says JFK.
“Is it mostly spiritual?” Lem asks God.
“YES! It’s not just anemia or something. She’s being attacked.” says God.
“Could I die?” says Lacey.
“Yes!” say God.
“How?” asks Lem.
“Stroke.” says God.
Later.
Bobby and Jack are torturing her with the idea of killing her. Out of violent jealousy. Cheryl snacks Bobby in the face as someone tries to sedate him.
“Goodnight!” says Lem again.
Keen to Cross the Pond 
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