By the time Jason was a big star, I was so sullen and distrustful I would avoid anything he was in. He somehow got me to know to do this for him by reminding me about American Pie, a movie I never watched.
He’s telling me things indicating that he knows all about my luciferian black op life. The luciferian queen configured my life so everything is completely backwards. 1 has all the money power. The other gets to beg for scraps in the kitchen. Guess which role she relegated to me while she fools the world using artists who apparently are inspired by me.
This person’s theft and cruelty are not anything we should be tolerating at all.
“I agree.”
I would also wish to say that I was always snowed the elites and celebrities are conceited and were avoiding me because they thought they were too good for me.
In reality, I’ve either been consigned to endure conceited people or the kind people must behave that way or get killed by the mafia. Many have died who helped me.
Many.
“This is all true.”
Jason somehow knows all about my life.
“I’ve been there with you.”
“It’s been horrible. Mine has been much worse.”
I hope I am able to show here who are the humble people and who are the conceited people.
I have to play a character to stay alive in my arrangement while the world of commerce is shut off to me. For some 1 like me, playing a character to keep some 1 else comfortable from the truth kills me.
“That’s true. That is part of how that insane bitch is torturing us.”
Jason is very nice and real.
Is my life fun compared to yours and is that part of why you like to share my life??
“Yes. You’re always learning and you don’t let the outside world affect you that much. Until now. Which is why it is so painful for us to drag you into the real world. You were our escape.”
That’s what I thought.
Elvis is acting like he cannot live without how I was lonely but peaceful.
You are all living in hell and I will share it with you. This must change.
I haven’t met Elvis but I am close to him. Think about what they did to Nikola Tesla. They took his laboratory from him and put him in a hotel room in Manhattan.
The greatest genius stuck in a hotel room.
What does Elvis have to do?? He has to live with Lucifer in a phony arrangement or he gets to be in a hotel room.
Not very different, right??
Getting shuffled from hotel to hotel by Mossad is a horrible prison.
“We all have to live that way.”
I’m the lucky 1. Miss Lucifer needs consequences. She must not be in command of the legal system!!
If we want to get to my beautiful glittery world, we need Miss Lucifer out of the way. What makes her so strong?? Who is in the way?? Cooperate please.
The music star with zero fans who has to force herself on the unwilling must not be tolerated. She has covered these kindhearted geniuses in shit. Mossad and Chabad are majority for us. Cooperate.
That’s the central authority, the police. Please let’s move forward.
The civil war is happening. Dominoes. She will fall. Let’s speed it up.
Cooperate. Make deals. I will give you her jewelry.
As much as I can if I get it. I’m showing you how it works. Bargain with what you can get from her gone.
What you can get with her gone is a lot more than what you have now.
Guaranteed.
She is 1 very ravenously hungry parasite.
“That she is and she’s so much worse. We don’t even want to torture you too much hearing about it. She is EVIL.”
Jason is telling me every 1 would know I would really strongly dislike it when I found out I’m being watched.
“So much of what’s going on we knew you would hate with a passion.”
I want you to see how Miss Lucifer plays every sick trick money and violence can buy to make our love impossible.
Every 1. She leaves nothing to chance. She must go.
All I want is to be glittery and pleasant with Napoleon.
I am juvenile.
I hope the event is very soon. I cannot take her shit anymore.
“Leave it at that.”
What I really hate with a passion is the torture she inflicts on Elvis. This must stop. That thing is not human. Not at all. That’s why she’s an endless coverup. She’s covering up she’s not human.
They’re all like that. They’re the “normal” ones. Normal is fake.
“The dominoes are falling. Believe me. She’ll fall.”
Elvis tells me every day her goons are disappearing and of course no 1 complains. They split it up.
Every 1 hates her goons with a passion and has been waiting for this moment.
“That’s right.”
I talk to souls around my enemies every single day and night.
She should be terrified because that mob will find her. I Promise. I Know It.
“I know it too. We all know it. Count on it.”
They have no path to victory. We do.
“Their partisans are all surrounded.”
“We did a lot to shield you from it until the very last moment it was necessary.”
Every 1 is gentle and I was so awful I am very apologetic.
You all know it’s because I’ve been surrounded by demons on purpose. That’s how she smeared me.
“She turns everything to shit and you make everything beautiful.”
People need to see that I make art out of trash.
It’s my whole thing.
She makes trash out of treasure.
We are total opposites. She is turning the world backwards so I can’t fit in it. I can only help this adult baby feel better but it’s never enough and it makes me sick to endure this trap.
