Keen to Cross the Pond

A reader: Here’s where I get lost.

Why antagonize the people who live in a house like this:

Alisha: Because I know that’s possible. She could live there. They could own it. I’m smart enough to see that path.

But then…I think about my own personal perspective. And I can’t let myself be fooled.

A reader: That’s insane.

God: Actually, it’s not. It’s not this time. She really makes sense of it in her head.

A reader: *he thinks*

So…you honestly believe Casi is rich!?

I highly doubt it.

I’m sorry.

Alisha: I’m not sure what your point is.

A reader: ???

Alisha: My point is that I’m not fooled.

A reader: NEITHER AM I!

What’s your game?

Alisha: I’m just here to help.

A reader: *laughs*

Yeah right!

You think Casi is rich?

Casi: I am. Through Christ.

Alisha: *laughs*

A reader: Did she give you the information wrong? Did she tell you, in any way…that it as REAL!? Not just through faith?

Alisha: No! Of course not.

Am I sexier and more rich looking in my face than Lacey?

Elliott: No. And you don’t walk as well in heels.

Please stop.

A reader: No. She did.

What did she tell you?

Alisha: That her family was hiding money from the government.

A reader: *laughs*

How much?

Alisha: $100,000.00.

A reader: That’s not very much. That’s all?

Alisha: Maybe a million! Or two.

A reader: Wow! So someday she’ll be almost as wealthy as Lacey.

Or maybe not.

Whose money is it?

Alisha: Her mother’s.

A reader: So maybe she’s going to inherit $500,000.00.

That’s nice. Still not as wealthy as Lacey.

Alisha: It’s not-

She’s going to inherit it ALL.

And it’s $50 million!!!

A reader: *fakes shock*

Still not billions in oil.

*he thinks*

Does she even have anything?

Alisha: YES!

A reader: I doubt it.

I doubt her mother has any money. Almost at all.

Let’s get back to the faith teaching.

I have a VERY strong sense that this money she said she has…was pure fiction.

And yet…for whatever sad reason…you chose to believe it, as her wife.

When did you start believing her lies about your family finances?

Alisha: She’s never been my wife.

Casi: We aren’t married.

Alisha: We aren’t.

A reader: *laughs*

Okay.

I’ll play along.

Whatever!

How long has your friend been lying to you, about how much money you have?

Alisha: It’s not my money.

A reader: Cool!

It’s her money.

How long has she lied?!

Lacey: This could Casi Hart and Alisha Garrity. They…probably aren’t married. I don’t know.

A reader: I’m reading them as sexually one.

*he laughs*

It has to be that lesbian couple.

Lacey: I worry it’s Alisha Garrity and Casi Hart.

A reader: Okay.

I’m doing this my way.

REGARDLESS, it’s a married couple. *he shrugs*

Lacey: Well…maybe not.

*she shrugs with him*

A reader: No.

They are.

Lacey: Huh.

A reader: *gets angry*

I’m not gonna lie. This is aggravating.

I’m reading them as a marriage. As a whole.

What if Casi Hart and this other woman are dating?

Lacey: I doubt it.

A reader: Why would those women be so upset?

Lacey: Okay! Maybe I’m wrong.

*she shrugs*

I don’t know!!!

A reader: Cool.

Chill.

So, Alisha…why does your wife…LIE?

Lacey: *listens*

Alisha: I’m not her wife.

A reader: YES YOU ARE!

But that’s cool.

Let’s move on.

Why is your friend lying to you?

Alisha: I’m not your friend.

A reader: *looks angry*

Lacey: Let’s just forget it.

A reader: You can’t pretend to have money. Just because God theoretically could bless you.

You’re just a bunch of losers!

You’re just a bunch of try-hard broke losers!

Casi: *laughing at him*

My wife is hot? Huh?

A reader: *laughs*

I was never trying to insult you!

I’m just being honest.

Listen…not everyone is a kiss-ass.

Lacey’s not one. And I’m not either.

*he shrugs*

*later*

God: Despite the legends, Lacey is the woman in white.

Even if there’s not reincarnation.

Except, if there is reincarnation, it’s even more true.

That’s not Lacey, but again, it’s her likeness.

It’s not her, however, as she actually looks. She’s not ugly.

Lacey NEVER stayed at that hotel. Someone was channeling her.

Another reader: WAIT WHAT!?

The woman who died was just channeling Lacey? Okay.

OH MY GOD!

But she was here…because of her dad? Tom!?

God: Yeah. He’s spiritually connected to the hotel.

Another reader: So in a way she’s a little girl, with a doll!?

God: YES.

Yet another reader: So…why is she mad at Lem?

No! It all adds up.

Lem was screwing-up his life. And…she knew it wasn’t over between them…but- *he shakes his head in disgust* He was really making big mistakes.

God: YES!

The woman who was shot was a mystic. And she could sense Lacey’s presence, somehow.

She was trying to help Lacey. Although she was evil.

The woman who was killed wasn’t “the woman in white”. However. …That’s Lacey.

A hater: Is Lacey the little girl with the dog?

God: NO!

And don’t forget there is real evil.

The entities at that hotel are not necessarily there by choice.

The woman who was killed wasn’t able to help Lacey. Even though she tried. She genuinely tried. …And it’s still oppressive to her.

She’s not there all of the time. But she’s still processing her feelings.

The hater: Why is the dog and the little girl there?

God: That’s sadly trauma I’m not at liberty to discuss at this time.

Elliott: I’m the blue ball. I’m the one with the blue ball. Or it’s one of my kids.

I was trying to lure Lacey away from Lem.

*later*

Casi: I just think…Micheal Jackson…was the hottest man alive. At the time.

The CIA: What!?

Casi: Yes.

He was damn sexy.

The CIA: Do you feel that way as a straight woman or a gay woman?

Casi: *offended*

I feel that way…as a woman.

Eric channels an energy calling itself Alisha. It seems to be a living woman.

Alisha: It’s imaginary.

Okay!? Granted.

But…it’s also…really real.

God: Where does it exist?

Alisha: She is Scott Fitzgerald. Not Lacey.

She is all of these people. I’ve seen it in my own life. I’ve seen it on my phone.

She’s an amazing person.

God: Where is the money? This money. WHERE IS IT?

Alisha: It’s in my heart and mind.

God: Where?

Alisha: I don’t know!

God: FIND IT.

Alisha: See every time Lacey even slightly intimidates me, I just tell myself it’s a DIRTY lie. An outright LIE.

And I’m fine again. *she smiles and laughs*

Casi helps a lot with that. Because…she did use to compete with Lacey. Obsessively. But…then that just means Lacey must be affected and therefore…I win. Because there’s no way she’s not affected. There’s no way her posts that scare me shitless aren’t just in response to Casi.

God: None of them were EVER in response to people. She truly ignored you all.

Alisha: YOU CANNOT DO THAT.

The CIA: No. You’re confused.

You can.

Sweetie, you can. And she did.

There are helpless reactions. True! That’s science. But…it’s not what you think.

Should we break this down, or are you too stupid?

God: She’s almost too cognitively stupid.

We can try.

The CIA: Okay.

So there’s two kinds of reactions.

There’s a direct reaction…and a passive one. We’ll call them that.

Passive reactions are more like rejections. Like you’re aware of the oncoming energy but you’re letting it flow past you. That’s the one Lacey has.

Direct reactions are when you significantly grapple with the energy. She never did that.

Some people pretend to be passive, but it’s obvious she’s not fake.

Alisha: *looks sad*

So she was never reacting to Casi?

Then why say she was old money?

God: Okay. Because people were SO aggressive, she had to address the issue. And it obviously wasn’t just Casi.

But saying she was old money, to clarify, on her blog…was still entirely passive.

Casi: What was the point of clarifying!?

God: To redirect the energy. She was trying to completely repel the energy, for good.

And it should have worked, actually, but people who hate her are FAR too stubborn.

She’s not stupid. Really.

A Catholic: I don’t get it!

God: That’s a lie.

A Catholic: *begins to cry*

Then why is she watching me!?

God: Because you keep sending her your energy. And she’s curious to see what you wanted, in the first place.

Glenn: Can I come say at your house!?

Lacey: *looks at him like he’s insane*

*feels genuinely scared*

Glenn: I kinda think we were too arrogant and vain to accept the situation. She actually was genuinely ignoring Casi. And other people.

*they think*

She felt the need to express herself LONG before we ever knew of her. Stop editing her soul to suit your narrative in your head. It’s sick.

Alisha: I’m still richer.

*she laughs*

Glenn: Really!?

Alisha: *laughs, open-mouthed and smiles and nods*

It’s HILARIOUS.

Glenn: What IN HELL is so funny?

Alisha: *she sobers herself*

*thinks*

Glenn: She has no real reaction. What’s funny?

Alisha: Her reaction!

Glenn: No. No…it’s not real.

Did you read what they wrote?

Alisha: No.

*she thinks*

Glenn: Okay.

No, it’s not real.

Alisha: *looks incredibly sad*

Glenn: So you’ve been riding high off a misunderstanding?

Alisha: I guess?

Glenn: Yeah, there’s no real reaction.

She’s not even saying anything. Make sense. You’re laughing at something that doesn’t exist, but that you think does. Like you’re hallucinating.

God: It is basically a hallucination.

*they all think*

A perfumer: So…there’s something weird about that though. Right?

Lacey…why don’t you respond!?

Lacey: Because that’s not what people do.

When something seems stupid you just ignore it? Right?

Glenn: *thinks*

*they all think*

Casi: No!

That’s true.

But…we aren’t being stupid.

Lacey: No, you are.

Casi: Okay.

Then it’s not about you being better than me.

Forget that.

Lacey: Okay?

Casi: It’s about you being the weird one.

Lacey: I’m not.

Casi: Fine.

It’s not.

It’s not about you being better.

Fine.

It’s that you don’t react…

Lacey: I’m not seeing anything to respond to.

Casi: What!?

Lacey: There’s nothing to respond to.

Casi: Why!?

Lacey: There just isn’t.

Casi: Then you shouldn’t have followed me.

Lacey: Why do you need people to do more than like your posts?

Casi: I need compliments. I need feedback. I need you to care. If you’re at all popular. Or I get angry.

Lacey: Then why tolerate Alisha Garrity?

Casi: She was like that?

Lacey: A lot of people were like that! Like Monika, from Dasparfumklima.

Glenn: *nods in agreement with Lacey*

Casi: Because I need that.

Lacey: From everyone or just me?

Casi: You made me mad!

You made me more mad than everyone else.

And so yes, I guess from you?

Lacey: *is genuinely distracted*

I see.

Casi: You made me mad!!

Lacey: *coughs*

Got it.

Casi: You think you’re so much better than EVERYONE!!! *she yells*

Lacey: SHUT-UP!!! YOU FUCKING RETARD!

God: I agree with Lacey.

Lacey: When do you shut-up!? You’re like a broken record. You IDIOT!!

Casi: Okay. Well…I’m just going to have to be my own hero.

God: STOP TEMPTING ME TO SMITE YOU! *he yells at Casi* That’s Lacey, who’s doing that, NOT YOU!

Putin: *looks terrified*

*later*

Frannie: I think I was in Hotel Congress too! As a whore!

*she looks excited*

God: No. You were not.

Does that sound fun to you?

Frannie: Yes.

God: To Lacey that’s dumb. Like, actually dumb.

And to be honest, it is very intellectually immature. You’re very intellectually immature compared to her. I’m sorry.

A psychic: Stands in a bar, in the Hotel Congress, with Lacey.

You’re real…

*she gets scared*

*she ends contact with Lacey*

God: That’s also what Lacey looks like. In reality. Combined with the other image.

That’s not her, and there are differences. But…her energy keeps emerging on camera there.

Lem: YES!

Except she’s my age. Or thereabouts.

Alisha…what is this “imaginary money”?

Lou Hill: *laughs*

Alisha: It’s not imaginary.

Casi: *Shakes her head no*

Lem: Then where is it?

God: Is it my money? Does it belong to me?

Casi: Yes.

God: Ahh! Faith teaching!?

Casi: *nods yes*

God: That’s Lacey from behind, almost verbatim:

The woman with the dark hair.

Casi: *totally panicking* She’s really that feminine, by nature?

God: She’s actually more feminine. And it’s not that hard to tell.

Casi: You should lose weight.

Lacey: I’m 43 almost. We’ll see…

I’m not that heavy. But I would like to lose 15 lbs.

Casi: *goes into disbelief*

You can’t be that person!

God: No! She’s that person.

Lacey: Do you want to talk about my weight more. I weigh 154 pounds. I’ve pretty much consistently weighed that for about seven years.

A Catholic: I want to hear more about faith teaching!

Glenn: *laughs*

Glen W.: Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!