If some folks fake their own death and then reappear, should you believe that they rose from the dead? How do you know if they faked their death or if Jesus raised them from the dead? I mean, Tupac Shakur hasnt shown up yet, but maybe hes a Muslim. People fake their own deaths sometimes, dont they? Maybe they fake their own murders in an attempt to frame somebody, kill/execute them, and then reappear after the fact and claim its the Second Coming that brought them back to life. I wasnt raised Catholic, but I see dead people walking around. Maybe they feel bad about what they did because things I said in the past made them wonder about me, and so they devised a scheme to annul their blasphemies by self-fulfilling their own prophecies through a massive mind control operation that ruined my life and deprived me of the ability to ever have a wife or a family. Or maybe Im the blasphemer and theyre trying to justify themselves with their schemes by making my life a daily hell. Obviously these arent ordinary types of folks going about normal everyday activities! Maybe Toby Sykes really is Jesus but didnt think me worthy to know his real name, or maybe hes just a country dude who looks like Jesus and can read my mind and is intense, or maybe hes an undercover cop/CIA agent/Satanist trying to make me feel like Im in Hell so that I cant save the world like I had planned to. I just dont know. Maybe Im one of those who doesnt believe even though one rose from the dead, but Esther told me I was hallucinating when I saw Gil Harrington drive out of West Leigh where I used to live, so maybe I was hallucinating when I saw (what looked to be) Kyle Thomas walking down 250, or when I saw (what looked to be) Larry Hayes at JPA Baptist after they both supposedly died? People are after me for some reason, even my own family seems to know everything about me and seem to be playing mind games and lying, keeping secrets, letting me know they know things about me without actually telling me they know them by gauging my reactions to questions about my daily life that match what Ive been up to, driving me insane on purpose. My dad was an Army doctor. That should tell you something right there. I picked up a scratched up Samsung battery the summer of 2013 right off the curb, on the road, on the triangle under the redwood/cypress tree, I called the police but Esther Hall (who recently told me after 15 on and off years of dedicated friendship we were never friends) told me I was crazy to even be concerned about it, she asked to see it so I handed it to her, wiped off one side, and gave it back to me telling me I was crazy, I shouldnt have called to police. Some bald headed goon-looking cop with a scowl on his face who didnt seem to care one iota about it from UVA came to pick up the battery which I had a strong concern about b/c of the Morgan Harrington case, with her Samsung phone being found w/o a battery, and this was found on a direct route from Copeley bridge to John Whites house. Esther lived at John Whites house (Morgans Uncle) during the time of her disappearance, Dan Harrington, Morgan Harringtons dad, is/was dean of psychiatry at VA Tech, center of mind control MK Ultra operations like the Cho massacre (which may have all been staged) happened, Ive been to UVA psych ward where people played tricks on my mind and drugged me, set me up, (my public appointed attorney Andrew Wilder and the Special Justice Raymond Clarke work in the same exact office on Market street, theyre the only two in that particular office) made me out to be crazy because I claimed to be the Messiah (I cant count the number of times people have called me Jesus, said I look like Jesus, said my new names Jesus, etc. etc. so dont blame me, I wasnt raised Christian and wasnt given a strong foundation by which I could dismiss it as a joke, being a naïve kid when it started) and said agents were following me (which they were but cant prove, of course), A Sock Bureau white/pink ribbon sock was left in my closet when I was living with Esther Hall (Episcopalian), who has been intimidating me with threats of being framed for assault and battery, spreading malicious lies about me, calling me evil, telling me to dig a hole and stay in it, saying she just noticed I stole her spaghetti an entire month after I left the house, she made my life a living hell like she said she would, playing all sorts of mind games and tricks, this is the lady who called me Jesus when I was like 18 years old, or said Jesus to me as if she were calling me Jesus, more recently left a message calling me Jesus Jihad John, I suspect (know, if you will) she and the Harringtons and maybe my own family and others who I assume to be friends are in cahoots behind my back, are probably 7 society members/CIA/Satanists/Freemasons or what not, have access to my information online, theres a hundred strange things about the Jesse Matthew/Hannah Graham/Morgan Harrington case that indicate a staged conspiracy or frame up of some sort, my apartment is being invaded, people are taking things from my car, returning them, leaving things in my apartment. I lived with a guy James Buford Quarles (Episcopalian) who claimed to be the last person Kurt Cobain saw while alive (he lived next door to Cobain and he has ties to top Navy Admirals, and was a CEO of a billion dollar company called Enviros in Seattle, and Im a vocal critic of enviro wackos and global warming/artificial oil scarcity promoters although I do love to be in nature), who kicked me out w/o warning or justification on the coldest day of the winter last year while I was helping care for his mother in exchange for room and board and 100 dollars a week (to Esthers credit she did take me in saving my life from hypothermia, etc) my friend Nick Bainbridge (raised Episcopalian) is telling me to keep my mouth shut about his life but he seems to be involved in some weird stuff behind my back, to know things about my life, and to be a pathological liar/manipulator, another pink sock was left under my oven at my dads place which Im renting from him, I threw it in the trash because I was terrified someone was trying to frame me for murder of someone who was wearing pink socks, then I got a written message on my door shortly thereafter suggesting how to leave a tip for the garbage men, the guy I work fors son is a sherriffs deputy who has a friend who works for his dad too who has two names, whose dad is in the DIA or something, who claims he was in the Mexican Mafia (Familia?) which controls the MS13 gang, a Dos Amigos landscaping truck was parked in my parking spot with the number 13 on its windshield, I found animal (possibly human?) bones in the ashes from the woodstove while spreading them on the garden while working there, the last time I collected eggs there were 6 in one spot and 7 in the other, an unusual distribution adding up to 13 and the shells were different than normal, hard to crack like the kind my brothers chickens produce, I couldnt tell you in a million words how many mind games and terrorizations and tormentations have been perpetrated on me, especially in the past couple years, even by my own family! IM BEING GANG STALKED AND TERRORIZED! I was held up deliberately in conversation with a guy going by the name of Robert Smith who claimed to be Episcopalian, and had stacks upon stacks of newspapers, loitering around on the sidewalk at 11:00-45 at night, who told me well get you set up before giving me a newspaper (I was going to try to introduce myself to Kasey Hott who I think is a nice lady but he wouldnt stop talking to me to let me go and then another lady walking out of the NBC29 newsroom told me not to come on the property ever again unless I worked there) Everyone in this town seems to be playing mind games with me. Theres more vanity license plates in Virginia than any other state and 90% of them seem to be devised by some mind control expert who knows everything about my psyche and is trying to devise license plates custom made to make me think theyre about me and drive me insane by making me think Im vain, which I am kind of because I pull out grey hairs from my head because Im 35 and havent gotten laid yet, but so do a lot of people dye their hair and stuff, not just me) Im not crazy, Im a little dulled down from being massively drugged with antipsychotics and maybe electroshocked, but Im not an idiot and I know youre up to something. GET A LIFE, LOSERS. GO DIG A HOLE AND STAY IN IT. YOU ARE EVIL! Thanks for the help all the same.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 20:34:27 +0000
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