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5/29/2016: mark anthony a

I checked into the Mandarin Oriental in Vegas last night and there was a big billboard of Jennifer Lopez flashing outside my window on the Strip. I'm not normally a JLO fan, but I admit she looked attractive on this billboard, even though she is very masculine, normally (typical Hollywood gender bending stuff).

So, today I decided to say a list of things I’m grateful for out loud, to prove to the "universe" that I’m paying attention to the good things (not just the bad). As one of the items/incidences, I jokingly said “Jennifer Lopez on the billboard outside my window".

Around an hour later, a Postmates order I placed is delivered to my room. This was the delivery person’s name:

In case some of you reading this don't realize the correlation, Jennifer Lopez was married for years to singer Mark Anthony.

I didn’t take a pic of Jennifer when I was looking at the billboard because I didn't realize I would be compiling proof for this website at a later date. So, here is a general pic I found online of the EXACT view I had from my Vegas Strip room (she was on the Aria billboard):

Here is the reservation for my stay (you can see the food order above was May 29th, and I checked into my hotel last night, the 28th):

And here is proof that JLO was in town performing during my stay, hence why she was on the billboard being promoted in the first place:

So, who is this guy delivering my food? Is he just some kind of NPC that the AI gave the name “Mark Anthony” to because of me referencing JLO in a good way, just an hour prior to the delivery? What the fuck is the purpose of this nonsense, other than for the simulation/matrix to troll me?

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4/13/2015: spinal stenosis maker

I decide to go to Sushi Seki on the Upper East Side for a late dinner and Mets 3rd baseman, David Wright (the star player of my favorite sports team, no biggie), happens to be inside standing by the host stand, looking right at me as I enter.

He's wearing a light blue suit (his jersey number is 5 and his position (3B) is actually position #5 on the field (5 = throat chakra, the color blue).

As I’m being led to my seat at the sushi bar, I casually tell him “great start to the season, you’re hitting over .300” and pat him on the back. I sit down, put my white noise headphones on so I won't have to hear people speaking in coded messages around me and I just brush off the encounter as typical matrix/simulation BS.

I believe it’s possible David Wright was planted there because I was choosing to go out late to eat again (lower chakra activity, particularly the raw fish/meat part) vs. doing something higher frequency, throat chakra related (being creative, communicating with others, writing, etc). Not only is David #5 and position #5 on the field, his last name is a 5th chakra activity when you simply sound it out. Wright = Write. And if you spell it “Right” it also represents 5 (blue), to the right of 4 (green), as in do the right thing (higher frequency).

I was choosing to reside in the lower, animalistic, warmer colors, rather than what he represents, the higher, cooler side (David, representing the color blue wearing that light blue suit as I mentioned above). The cooler side of the spectrum just happens to be where I was residing when he was most successful, back in the mid 2000s, when I writing, communicating, and creating the most I ever had, with my company, T-Shirt Hell.

Anyway, who knows if that’s really what it means or why he was planted in my path, but the VERY NEXT DAY, David Wright would get inured during the game and would be out for weeks.

BUT, it would be discovered that his injury was not a simple hamstring issue as initially believed, it was a debilitating condition called Spinal Stenosis. It would basically be the end of his career:

So, the day after he was planted at the sushi place and I pat him on his upper back/spine, with my lightning, spinal stenosis creating touch, David Wright’s career is over.

Here is my CC statement with the date of the Sushi Seki meal, which was the day before he got injured, as you can see in the injury article above:

Years later, David continues to be on the disabled list but still hasn't retired for some reason. My guess is that he's waiting until I begin to communicate with people again, begin creating again, etc (5th chakra activities), so he can magically recover and come back to play as well as he did when I was living in NYC, creating and communicating with people nonstop during his superstar years.

I realize I cannot provide proof that David was at Sushi Seki on Monday, April 13, 2015. It's not like I was going to pull out my phone and take a pic of him. Maybe someone who knows him, or David himself can chime in here to prove it.

(Note: David would come back for a very brief time at the end of that season and participate with the 2015 World Series Mets, who just happened to make it to the World Series at a point in time where I began to communicate again on a regular basis, on a baseball forum. As you can see from my “Egg Rolls” entry, I even invited some “friends” to one of the World Series games. David did finally retire after playing just 2 games in 2018.)

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5/29/2017: chooch

Yesterday, Gregg Allman died. In tribute, I listened to my favorite Allman Brothers songs and I even bought a few of his solo songs that I didn't already own.

This morning, I see this tweet on my Twitter feed:

Time stamp of the tweet: 8:14am, as you can see below:

Right after checking my twitter that morning and right after seeing that tweet, I ordered breakfast delivery from UberEats. Here’s the receipt from the restaurant that I, for some reason, ended up choosing today. I’ve never eaten there before:

(it’s pronounced choo choo, like a choo choo train)

Here is the time my food was ordered and then delivered:

Ok, no big deal, right? Nothing to see there. No correlation, seemingly.

Well, a bit later, I decided to actually click into the article from that Spin tweet about Cher. I didn’t even realize the connection until after I ate my food. I’ve highlighted the important word:

So, to summarize: Gregg Allman dies yesterday. Then, I see Cher first thing this morning on my Twitter feed, an unusual occurrence (it was only because I follow Spin and because Gregg had died). Then, just a couple minutes later, I order food from a restaurant called Chouchou, and it turns out her nickname (or pet name, I'm assuming) for Gregg was Chooch?

Chooch, Chouch (both pronounced the same). WTF IS HAPPENING HERE?

I suspect somehow Gregg is inside me after all the energy I gave him yesterday (or his spirit or whatever it is, however the fuck this reality works) and he’s eating through me and somehow Cher, his ex-wife is connected to the food I decided to choose and had delivered, which was actually pretty damn delicious.

I have no idea, but I know this is all ON PURPOSE and not some random coincidence, just like the hundreds of other entries of proof I’m posting here (with thousands of other “coincidences” at my disposal that I'm not currently posting).

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12/16/2016: widespread panic

I normally use “shuffle” when I listen to my iTunes music library because I have over 20,000 songs and don’t like to hear the same thing over and over again.

A Widespread Panic song comes on called Chilly Water and I hear him sing the lyrics “back to work, I couldn’t have been asleep for more than 3 hours”:

...and I vaguely remember that another Widespread Panic song came on my iTunes shuffle earlier today, before the one that's currently playing. I ponder that it's kind of funny that he's singing about having to go back to work after only 3 hours. So I decide to look into it to see if/when the previous song of his was played.

SURE ENOUGH, around 3 hours ago, a different Widespread Panic song, Driving Song, played on my iTunes. You can see it listed below, second in the list, as “last played” at 7:26pm. And you can see that the song that just ended (first in the list) was played at 10:10pm, nearly 3 hours later:

And if you look at the log above, it's clear that it’s not like their songs play very often. That list above is all the Widespread Panic songs I own. Their next most recently played song was 10 days ago, and the others much further back than that one.

It’s amusing to ponder that everything is alive and that this band was affected by something as simple as me listening to one of their songs. I mean, it really seems as if they were awakened when I listened the first time…and then reawakened when I listened again, 3 hours later.

The metaphysical concept that there is morphing of lyrics in real time is something I’ve witnessed before as I’ve documented. And I know the TV is essentially alive and does this kind of morphing of dialogue all the time. But this “oh well, back to work” happening makes the whole thing even more fascinating.

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1/12/2018: forgivenn1

I was putting audio commentary on one of my youtube "tv deflection" videos during a scene where the girl in the mirror was suddenly holding up a white paper over her chest, seemingly because I didn’t look at her chest/didn’t judge her negatively.

In the commentary I was recording, I commented that I wasn’t sure what the white paper meant; if it was some kind of white flag or a symbol of forgiveness or something similar to that. At that EXACT MOMENT, an alert popped up on my screen:

The notification claimed that someone had just subscribed to my youtube channel and their name was “forgivenn1”:

Video proof when it happened live:

Just more concrete proof that my reality is being manipulated, in lightning fast time, by some kind of artificial intelligence or metaphysical entity. A white flag means “surrender” or “truce”…hence forgiving me (or whoever they believe I am).

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2/17/2017: alli

I was checking out an adult video online. I watch porn occasionally, due to the fact that I don’t trust actual people anymore and rarely have physical interactions. I am still a man, though, and well, um, you get it.

Anyway, I wasn’t into what I was finding online, so instead, I decided to watch a video I already have on my computer with Alli Rae in it.

Alli:

I began watching the video just after 9:27am. Right at THAT moment, a car drove by and honked its horn…and because I know that everything here is a sham and on purpose, I thought to myself "I should check the security camera footage to see what was going on out there”.

Well, at the exact moment I began watching Alli, a girl happened to walk in front of my place (right after the car horn I mentioned), directly under the balcony of my office, where I am currently sitting. This girl could easily pass for Alli; same body type, hair, similar face, etc:

Or at the least, she could be some very similar clone version of her who has suddenly been projected into my reality because I opened her video and am giving her energy/bringing her to life.

Here is my browser history to show how I stopped surfing the net at 9:27 when I opened the video of Alli, which was already on my computer. You can see how I was surfing an adult site right before that:

(the Twitter item at 9:27 is just my web browser automatically going back to its home page, which is Twitter, before I stopped surfing to watch the video, but the site “beeg.com” before that is the adult site):

Here is the security footage of it happening live. Unfortunately, the security cams at this complex do not record sound, so you can’t hear the car horn (it may have been the grey car driving by directly before she arrives in frame).

Also, notice the bright yellow car, which ABSOLUTELY signifies the solar plexus chakra and my feelings towards Alli. The 3rd chakra represents fire, a very typical representation of “friends” or of a no strings connection. I believe this color is appearing prominently because I'm not really into Alli and she is not normally my type:

Wouldn't you say this blonde girl who walked by my place at the exact same moment I began playing an Alli Rae video at least resembles Alli? She sure fucking does, because it's her. This reality can make this kind of thing happen instantly.

This projection of Alli is also smoking a cigarette and drinking what looks like an iced coffee (both 3rd chakra things). As a result of me giving her energy, which allows her to come to life in my reality, I believe she is indulging in “vice” type earthly addictions in her cloned physical form appearing in the video.

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6/16/2017: clocks

I make an elaborate post on a conspiracy forum about constantly seeing 11:11 on a clock, a phenomena often spoken about on conspiracy/new age forums. The second after I post it, this tweet comes into my Twitter account (where I only follow 10 people):

A tweet prominently showing clocks. They’re not set to 11:11, because that would probably make my brain explode and the matrix doesn’t want that, but still. And it’s a tweet from a digital art frame company, which doesn’t make a lot of sense. It only came in because I was just talking about clocks on another site.

Here is my original post on the forum, along with my response to my own post right after I saw that tweet above come in immediately after:

(My country says Canada because I am using a VPN, even though I posted those comments from the US) (and that forum does not have the proper time zone set for me, which is PST (because I'm not signed in as a member), so the time I actually made the post was at 2:11pm, not 5:11, as shown. The tweet came in less than a minute later, at 2:12pm)

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3/1/2017: josh hartnett

This one’s going to seem a little crazy, but I know it’s real.

Yesterday, I was doing my TV deflection research and an actor named Josh Hartnett showed up on one of the shows as I was flipping through channels. He was in some double meaning, coded scene with Harrison Ford about trying to establish whether or not a hooker Harrison was with was male or female (screenshot from scene):

I have not seen Josh Hartnett on TV (or anywhere) since I saw him appear on a show called Penny Dreadful, while I was also doing my deflection research. That show ended in in June of 2016, 8 months ago.

In the scene I witnessed yesterday, Harrison Ford told Josh that he had a "pal down there" that could help him get "access to the report", which had been "sealed". I know virtually all of the dialogue on the TV is double meaning code and wasn't really sure what it meant....until today.

Today, I noticed that a guy, Zakk, who is actually a well known poster on a conspiracy forum I occasionally post on, suddenly has his van (that he lives in) parked across the street from my building:

The only reason I know that’s his van is because, a couple weeks ago he posted pics of the van parked at a different location in Venice...that I actually walked to because it was only a couple blocks from my place and I wanted to meet him. Even though his approach is quite different than mine (he's into meth, talks really fast like a crazy person, etc), we seem to have some matching theories on what is happening in the world.

Long story short, I quickly developed a strong dislike of Zakk because I began to feel he was just a plant like everyone else I encounter, not to mention I'm just not cool with the whole drug thing.

So, the day after I did the TV deflection research mentioned above, Zakk's van has suddenly moved from his original spot, which he’d been at for months, and it’s now across the street from me, directly in my view.

I'm not happy about this and I decide to go outside and stand at the side gate of my building to stare him down because I don’t want him anywhere near my place. It will be the first and only time I go outside today, which is a rarity for me (going outside).

The moment I get to the gate and begin staring him down, suddenly a woman dressed in bright yellow walks directly next to him and directly in my site path. And RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT, after I see the yellow, on the other corner of the intersection, two guys suddenly appear and begin to walk towards me.

As these guys are approaching me I recognize one of them and know he's a celebrity. After a moment of not really placing him, I realize it’s JOSH FUCKING HARTNETT.  The same guy in my viewing yesterday and who I hadn’t seen on TV in 8 months.

Here is Josh and the screenshot of him walking by my place and directly by me (it's shitty security camera quality, and I know it’s hard to REALLY tell, but it's him):

Here is a video I made that was originally only intended for a few friends and family members to see (14 min long). The video includes the security camera footage and my commentary of what happened (if you want to JUST see the security camera portion (4 min long), that video is right below this one):

Just the security camera portion:

The key to this whole thing was Harrison Ford telling Josh Hartnett that he had a “pal down there” that could help Josh get access to “the report” that had been “sealed”. It’s code. I'M the report and I’m sealed because I don’t let these beings into my mind/heart anymore while watching them. “Down there” is my reality (Earth or whatever this place really is).

The “pal down there” was probably Zakk, who I believe is being used by them and who was planted at my place ON PURPOSE so I would be forced to go outside, so they could make contact with me.

I already believe it’s possible for the people I see in the TV to project outside of the TV and into my world when I give them energy. Usually it’s as a cloned version where I can tell it’s them by their eyes. Usually it’s someone providing me service at a restaurant, or as a handyman, or someone simply appearing some place I’m visiting. This was clearly another instance of that happening, but I believe that Zakk was part of the scheme and the key to getting me to come outside for them to make contact.

I'm not sure what the purpose of the entire situation REALLY is. I know that the color yellow was key and it represents "fire", and the fire I was showing by getting ready to physically remove Zakk from my block.

I feel they needed to get an accurate depiction of who I REALLY AM, because they have been unable to do so while I watch TV, where I am hiding myself. I often appear to resonate with green/blue/purples, even though it’s a lie and I’ve figured out how to cover up who I really am while watching.

In the scene with Harrison Ford, he is warning Harrison to "be careful" and there is some weird dialogue about the hooker he was with the prior night actually being a man, not a woman. I feel like they needed to know whether or not I was a man or a woman because they somehow use my dream body/spirit at night. These entities appear to be able to jump on board and experience through humans, without us knowing.

UPDATE: 5/9/17:  Two months after he suddenly appeared in my waking reality and walked right by me (after I stared at/resonated with the color yellow and expressed masculine energy/fire), Josh Hartnett has now returned to the TV in a cloned form, as a some actor I've never heard of.

During my TV deflection session today a movie came on and I could only hear the dialogue. I was moving my eyes in a special way, as usual, so not to ever fully see the faces of who is on screen and to keep my brain above alpha state (my Truth About Your TV section explain all this). An actor was talking and I recognized that his voice was Josh Hartnett's.

Only later, while going through the recorded video, was I able to see that it wasn't Josh, but some completely different actor name Ben Schnetzer. Their voices are almost identical and I know from my previous research that various actors are constantly morphing into slightly different forms, as other actors, depending upon which frequency I'm residing at. The easiest way to spot these clones are their eyes and their voices, which will be almost identical.

Here are the two of them, side by side:

The movie was Warcraft, and his character appears to actually be speaking about me, referencing me as a King who has had a "fel"  bestowed on him. A fel is some kind of spell/curse. He mentions having researched the victim at "the gate" where he came to that conclusion.

I believe it was all coded and was referring to me at the gate I was literally standing by when he walked by me.

I know this shit seems crazy and even more absurd then my normal proof, but here is video and audio proof of the actors having the same voice and of what I witnessed:

That certainly seems like a good depiction of the state of the world and of the reality I currently find myself in. I probably have been cursed by someone. Or, at the least I'm being purposely kept here in order to participate in an absurd, completely synced reality/school/show, while being kept in the dark on what is occurring.

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3/6/18: leonardo diCaprio/geert wilders

As I’m going through last year’s notes one by one to collect entries for this website, I see a note with me mentioning some guy who looks like Leonardo DiCaprio and since the note didn’t have a pic of the guy, I decided to google him.

Here is the original note that I was looking at, from a year ago (the content is unimportant, aside from me mentioning Leonardo):

Here is a screenshot of my browser history today, showing you the time I searched Geert Wilders to see if he really looked like Leo:

Here is a pic of the guy:

Just minutes later on my Twitter feed, where I only currently follow 7 accounts out of over 300 million active users, this tweet comes in:

Just more proof that the world around me is being manufactured based on my thoughts and actions.

We’re talking about a guy (DiCaprio) who hasn’t been in a movie in over 3 years (2015) suddenly showing up on my Twitter feed, just minutes after me looking up a pic of a guy who I thought looked like him.

I really shouldn’t have to point out the statistical impossibility of something like this happening randomly because it’s OBVIOUS.

Considering how many possible actors could have shown up in tweets from any of the (only 7) accounts I follow, specifically actors who may have actually been in something recently, it obviously happened on purpose and was meant for my eyes.

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4/19/2017: prince street

I am looking at my Twitter feed and see a tweet from EaterNY showing pizza that seems to have little pepperoni cups on it:

I immediately am reminded of Prince St. Pizza's Pepperoni Square, which is my favorite NYC pizza slice. I even contemplate that it’s surprising to me they only have one location in the city. I'm living in Venice and haven't been to NYC in almost a year.

The image shown on the tweet is not actually Prince St., but it made me think of them (and those are little tomatoes, not pepperoni cups).

BUT, the very next time I’m on Twitter, twenty minutes later, suddenly there is tweet from Supper Club, a NATIONAL publication that has nothing to do with EaterNY (the first tweet I showed). What is the tweet about?

Prince St. Pizza Pepperoni Squares:

(Even though they don’t mention the name in the tweet, those slices are from Prince St. and the article was about them.)

I want to make it crystal clear that I only follow 14 people on Twitter currently, out of over 300 million users. The chances of the kind of things I experience happening are statistically infinitesimal and they happen at least once a day, on a regular basis.

I see a tweet that reminds me of a pizza place I enjoy and the simple act of thinking about them (not talking about them, not searching them online, etc.) changes my reality so that just minutes later THAT VERY PLACE is suddenly in a tweet from a completely different publication.

It happened on purpose. Who is making it happen?

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11/7/2017: mister tee

On Oct 27th I had a dream that involved hanging out with Larry David and seemingly appearing in a dream episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. In the dream/episode, suddenly Mr. T showed up (the guy with the mohawk and gold chains, someone I haven’t seen on TV or thought of in years).

Here is the dream note. “LS Dream 5h8” = left side (side I was sleeping on), 5 hours and 8 minutes after I went to sleep:

Flash forward 11 days to today, Nov. 7th, and I'm watching an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm that I've never seen before, when I suddenly see a license plate that has THIS on it:

That is the license plate on "Mr. Takahashi’s" car, hence the "Mister Tee" vanity based on a last name beginning with T.

But not only that, I just found out that this episode originally aired 2 nights AFTER the night I had my dream Larry David/Mr. T dream:

So, I have a dream where I seemed to be in an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Mr. T shows up. Then, two days later, there is a new episode of CYE, that had never aired before, and it has a scene featuring a Mister Tee license plate?

There is another obvious sync/connection and it's that I used to be “Mr. Tee”, so to speak, when I created and owned T-Shirt Hell, which for years was the biggest t-shirt company online.

The main question is, what exactly is happening here and who do I truly represent in this reality? I have had many premonition dreams, but this one is just absurd.

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12/11/2017: hermit crab

My friend emails me about a party she’s having on Thursday and I decide I'm not going because it’s completely inconvenient. It begins at 6:30pm and is nearly 50 min away to begin with, which means probably 70+ min to get there during rush hour, in Los Angeles. I'd have to take an uber because I don’t have a car here, etc.

As I was getting ready to reply, this tweet suddenly shows up:

You can see below, I got her email at 11:54am and during the time between receiving it and responding, I was contemplating the whole thing, looking up prospective traffic times, etc. That tweet came in DIRECTLY in the middle of the entire thing.

Here is the time stamp when my reply was officially sent (12:11), but I had decided to stay home about a minute before that tweet appeared (12:00) and was simply contemplating the whole thing before I sent my reply:

Here was the reply I sent Mika about what happened and a link to the tweet:

It’s obvious to me, this tweet came in as a reflection of my mind. Not to mention, I’m a Cancer…a crab, born in July.

Check out the next entry to see what happened next…

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12/11/2017: green monday steals

(this entry actually was notated just a couple hours after the Hermit Crab entry above)

Today is a Monday, a day I believe is represented by the 3rd chakra and is meant to correspond with yellow, fire, heat, etc. “Hot Stuff” by Donna Summer just happens to be playing on my iTunes right now, corresponding with the Monday fire thing (out of nearly 5000 possible songs that are being shuffled from this particular iTunes playlist I made).

I suddenly decide to call Mika, one of my remaining, occasional friends, to just shoot the shit and to discuss the get-together that her, Russell, and I had last week and to explain more about why I won't go to her party that she just invited me to this morning (see the entry above).

My decision to call her was from the heart...which would apply more to tomorrow's "heart chakra day", but I decided to do it today, anyway.

Suddenly as I’m calling her and getting her voice mail, on a work day in the middle of the day, after normal lunch time…some promotional email comes into my gmail with “Green Monday Steals!” in the subject line.

Green corresponds with Tuesday, not Monday, like I just mentioned, and is based on the heart NOT on the solar plexus that today is supposed to focus on. It's as if this email is relaying code for "green is stealing Monday" because I'm utilizing my 4th (green) chakra more than my 3rd (yellow) chakra.

Mika doesn’t answer my calls and instead texts me that she has "hot lunch" that she wants to eat and she can’t talk now. Because OF COURSE she's texting me something with the word "HOT" in it, while the song "Hot Stuff" is still playing in my fucking ears....on FIRE chakra day.

Here is the text Mika sent:

I understand I come across as belligerent, but I’ve know her for years and she knows how I am when I believe my reality is being purposely manipulated. I don’t trust her or anyone else here and it’s hard to be respectful all the time.

Here is the time stamp for when Hot Stuff ended while I was playing it. “Last Played” is when the song ends, which means it was playing between 1:23 and 1:30 (7 minute song), right when Mika sent her “hot lunch” texts:

This is the email that came in during the moment I was calling her. Green is stealing Monday, which is supposed to be yellow’s day. It even says “Green Monday” in the ball:

BUT THERE'S MORE.

Right after taking the time to compile all of the info above for my notes, one of the 10 accounts I follow on Twitter, out of over 300 million possible accounts, posts this:

PASADENA IS THE FUCKING CITY WHERE MIKA CURRENTLY LIVES.

So, in summary, I have a dumb moment of deciding to call someone to have a "heart felt" conversation. As I call her, a random email comes in with "Green Monday Steals", as in green (Tuesday) stealing yellow's day (Monday). Then Mika texts me back using the phrase "hot lunch" and the word hot another time. While all of this is happening, Hot Stuff is playing in my headphones the entire time, both of which correspond with the words/energy that is supposed to be exuded on Mondays.

I then take a few minutes to compile what just happened for my notes and suddenly a tweet comes in that's referencing Pasadena, the city where Mika currently lives? Out of 100s of municipalities/neighborhoods in the Los Angeles area?

It's disturbing that I'm stuck in this reality and that everyone is either just playing dumb and covering up the truth or are simply NPCs.

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2010: pj clarke's

I was the first customer to sit at the bar today at PJ Clarke’s on the Upper East Side. I arrived early because I was looking forward to getting a bacon cheeseburger with gravy fries for lunch (not a lot of places in the city offer this basic combo). It’s the lunch meal I ate almost every day in Montclair NJ, while I was in high school.

Suddenly a guy walks in and sits on a stool at the bar, directly across from me. So I am forced to stare at him the entire time I’m there (he’s the only other guy at the bar).

While I'm waiting for my food to come out, I ponder those high school years and the amazing bacon cheeseburger and gravy fries from Ray's in Montclair. I'm always trying to find a place that gets close to that level of taste bud satisfaction. RIP Ray.

After a few minutes, the guy sitting across from me suddenly says to the bartender, who he seems to know: “hey, I was down in Montclair the other day and they had a great new restaurant blah blah blah”.

Clearly this “person” had access to my thoughts and then made sure to say something that I would hear because I literally just thought about Montclair. This is an excellent example of what I go through on a regular basis and was one of the first moments, in this hell I've been living in over the last 9+ years, that I REALLY knew it was happening.

The guy could have talked about any other town in NY or NJ or anywhere, but he just happened to mention Montclair NJ? It was on purpose and incidents like this are why I currently use earbuds playing white noise when I’m out in public. I don’t want to hear the code/on purpose commentary about what I’m thinking.

(Even though this entry does not provide any proof, other than a recollection of the account, I’ve included it because it was such an important moment.)

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2010: fake ethiopian children

One morning in 2010, when I was staying in Vegas, while speaking on the phone with my friend, Mika, I mentioned that for all we know, "starving kids in Ethiopia" may just be a lie.

I’ve never been there, have never seen one in person, etc. This reality, which at times seems like a simulation, may have made the whole thing up in order to help people feel good about themselves for giving money/helping those less fortunate. It may all be an illusion or at least not mean much in the long term of our existence.

(before you get too pissed off at what I just said, keep reading).

Later that night, I went to a beer bar called The Pub and had a long conversation with a couple from the UK and told them briefly about T-Shirt Hell, the company I created. They left for dinner and some younger American dude slid up next to me at the bar and said he heard me mention T-Shirt Hell and he said that he was a big fan (at the time, T-Shirt Hell was the most popular humor t-shirt company online).

Randomly, after about 2 minutes of basic conversation and without any provocation, this guy pulls out his wallet and proceeds to show me a picture of a young black child that he claimed was starving in Africa before he helped save him with a regular donation. Hmm.

This was one of the first instances of “yeah, ok, now I KNOW FOR SURE this place is a lie".

If anything, this guy's communication only reinforced my belief that everything was a set up/illusion. It certainly didn't do anything to convince me that the whole thing was real or to have more empathy.

I mean, it comes down to this: if this kind of communication was capable of happening on the SAME DAY I told someone that starving Ethiopian kids might not even exist, it simply means there is some power above this reality who can make something like that happen. AND THAT MEANS, they can make other stuff magically happen, as well.

So, if starving children do exist, and not just as part of some narrative that they've chosen to be part of (at birth) or as an illusion for those who believe everything is real and who want to “help” others in order to make themselves feel good, or as some kind of elaborate metaphor, then “the powers that be" could simply fix the problem and stop children from starving...period.

Regardless, this interaction was one of the first events that helped shape my disbelief in the world around me.

(even though this entry does not provide any proof, other than a recollection of the account, I included it because it was such an important moment in my life.)

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1998: is this hell?

What the HELL is going on here?

• In December 1998 I move from the West Coast to NJ to stay with my mom for a couple months to look for a job in NYC. My 54 year old mom has a new boyfriend named Lucky (Dale). He’s a heavy biker, drinker, smoker, and basically a Hell’s Angel, even though he’s not officially in that gang. The gang he was in is somehow associated with them. Lucky: HELL's angel.
  
  

• While at their place, I use Excite to find people to connect with in NYC but it just ends up being a number of girls who want to have sex, which was fine, but wasn’t what I was using it for. After a couple of weeks, I decide I’m just going to take the ad down.
  
  

• The moment I’m going to take the ad down, I suddenly notice a new response has come in from someone named Mika. Mika is attractive and even though she has sent me half naked, erotic (artistic) photos of herself, she lives in NYC, is in a rock band, etc. So, as a fellow musician, I can’t pass up contacting her back.
  
  The first time I meet her, the band she’s in is playing at gig at CBGBs. We will soon begin dating and I will move into her place in Hell’s Kitchen. HELL’s KITCHEN.
  
  

• Mika’s father just happens to be named Dale, same as my mom’s new boyfriend. He’s physically and mentally ill and in a “home” because her mother is unable to assist him properly. He will die 3 years later, in 2002.
  
  

• While I’m living under Mika’s roof in HELL's Kitchen I was suddenly thrust into the internet world. My mom learned how to create a basic website with html and she was pressing me to do the same. My father (in AZ) was talking about how much money porn websites make and he even gave me a “learn how to make money with porn sites on the internet” floppy disk and he seemed to be guiding me towards getting involved with the internet in some way.
  
  

• In 2001, I create the internet’s most successful t-shirt company (for a number of years) called T-Shirt HELL (I have not been involved with T-Shirt Hell since 2012, FYI).
  
  

• The weird part is, even though I did want to make money, I never had any interest in starting a t-shirt company…or any company for that matter. It was only after I moved to NYC and into Mika's place that I was suddenly focusing on the whole internet thing. I always wanted to be a musician and already had success as a drummer in Boston and Los Angeles (with MTV appearances, etc). I mean, why didn’t I move to NYC and focus on music? Mika DID continue to play in her band, at least for a couple more years.
  
  

• When T-Shirt Hell was suddenly blowing up, we needed a printer who could handle the work and I was forced to get help. My father went down to Phoenix, which was the closest city to him in Sedona, to check out t-shirt printers. We ended up working with a company called “Five-Star” (pentagram related?).
  
  

• So, T-Shirt Hell was now based in the hottest city in American, Phoenix. But, not only that, through the advice of an accountant, I would incorporate TSH in Nevada, the city of sin and the SECOND hottest city in America.
  
  

• T-Shirt HELL, created in HELL's Kitchen was now incorporated and based in HELL (at least it's hot enough to be).

I theorize that my mom's sudden new boyfriend named Lucky represents Lucifer. The fact that his name was Dale and the girl who would suddenly respond to an ad, the night I was taking it down (while temporarily living under the roof of Lucky/Dale), also had a father named Dale, is suspicious.

All the hell stuff is obviously suspicious. I mean, I believed at the time that I was creating the company myself and that I came up with the name myself, etc., but now it just all feels like a sham and a manipulation/illusion. The main question is, what that HELL is going on here?

Some other key points/clues:

• I have 3 tattoos. Two of them are devilish. Why? Because I was playing heavy rock music, had long hair, etc. back in the early 90s and tried to be cutting edge (at least that’s what I remember).

  The one on my right arm, which is almost completely gone because I've been getting tattoo removal, is of a dog like creature with devil horns. The other, on my left arm, is of someone who appears to be the devil him/herself. My 3rd tattoo is directly in the middle of those two, on my chest, and simply reads ONE.

  If the devil represents the evil version of God, then a “devil” dog on the other side represents God backwards. “ONE” tattooed on my chest, directly in the middle of the other two would seem to imply the left and right side are one and the same and represent my heart. The mother (left side) and the father (right side) depicted in this way would imply that my parents are evil, with my mom representing the actual God/Devil of the two.

• Included as part of the Lucifer/Lucky mind fuckery about this whole situation, Mika’s band, Channeling Owen, had a song titled “Lucky", which was one of their best songs. Here's the song:

• When I moved in with Mika, she tried to keep it secret that she had Lupus. Of course I found out soon enough. Lu-pus has to be Lu-cifer related.

• Lucky was born on a Saturday (red day, Saturnday/Satanday), making it all the more likely he represents Lucifer. Kenyon, my suspicious new-age stepmother, was also born on a Saturday.

• Lucid Dream = Lucifer Dream (where you get to control things, even though it might not be real (or you’re not supposed to be doing so). The movie Vanilla Sky depicts this.

• Jesus = Fame (the star of the show (the Sun (the father), the "star" of our solar system, represented on Earth).

• Lucifer = Money (the second brightest light in the sky (Venus) after the Sun = The second most important (materialistic) thing to people (those who choose to take form in a physical body) after fame. If the angel Lucifer helps you, you are bestowed with money. Does Lucifer = Luck (the supposed luck that is involved in becoming successful)?

• Jesus is not Lucifer. The desire for fame (attention) is greater than the desire for money, hence why Jesus is the star. With the advent of social media and the internet, that "star" has gotten so damn bright (desire to be noticed/famous) that you cannot even look at it without going blind (the sun is much brighter today than 30 years ago).

• Lucifer = morning light = a spotlight (being watched/being a star/illuminati, etc). BUT it’s not real love/light. It’s NEON. Jesus, heart chakra = love (even though it’s probably all bullshit too). Fame = wanting to be loved with heart attention (4th chakra) vs wanting money (cum/2nd chakra attention).

• Some youtube guy says Jesus is the sun/son and Lucifer is the black sun. I believe Lucifer may be the bringer of false light, so this makes sense (false light = the last 18 years of my life with Mika/Lucky involved?).

• Lucy in the sky with diamonds = Lucifer in the sky (wishes?) with people who wish to make money for happiness. (or actually I’m realizing the whole 2nd chakra, orange = deadly sin: lust.  (and remember my “father” giving me "learn how to make money with porn on the internet" disks to start a website) (and Mika’s NYC apartment was painted orange because she said it was her fav color (she was also born on a Sunday, orange day).

• When I decided not to be with my fiancée, Milena, at the turn of the Millennium and instead moved to NYC, Lucky (Lucifer) appeared and I was suddenly focused on making money (and Mika and my mom presented internet based things for me to learn/focus on). I think Mika represented Lucifer/Lucky and was there to help me accomplish something but I assume it’s all a sham and being dictated by her (or she is acting only as a handler) and that this reality is simply a matrix/illusion and she/he is in control and the only real “success” (which is just manufactured by her/him) would come from me loving her/him.

• While I was staying at my mother's place, I focused for a short time on writing an easy to use guide based on the card system by Olney Richmond/Robert Camp that Kenyon (my stepmother) introduced me to when I was visiting her and my father in Sedona, right before moving to my mom’s. Now that I look back on it, it was probably all part of the evil plan at work and the cards, this new system I had been previously unaware of, was part of everything that would come after as I would use them and talk about them constantly to help assist my efforts to become successful/make money.

• Worshiping Lucifer is worshiping those who are "illuminated". Being illuminated means being put in a position of power as a celebrity....as a star?

• The act of clapping...applause....is putting both of your hands together over and over. If you stop the action when the hands are together, it's a form of prayer. YOU ARE PRAYING for your false idol when you are clapping for them.

• Whether you are applauding an entertainment performance or your own child putting on a show, playing sports, etc. You are applauding achievement and this is false love. - I ponder people asking for autographs is just a parallel of signing a contract with the devil and they remind you by having either real people or plants placed there to get your autograph all the time as a reminder.

• The audience, who are pawns and have to struggle to survive, loves the false idol, who is in a better position than them in life. This is a form of false love. Lucifer = false love. False light, etc.

• Lucifer, the morning star = the MOURNING star who is accepting false love in place of real, true love. The selling of the soul for money, even if the entire thing is a lie and set up by those who illuminate them on purpose. L = B/L/O/Y in my alphabet wheel theory, which = the 2nd chakra (orange, cum, MONEY). So maybe this is the key.

• The pawns who end up stuck having to survive with menial nonsense and have to be part of this terrible existence as basically slaves, give the "illuminated" stars attention. The pawns who give the most attention to false idols get to become false idols themselves (are given talent and false light (are made stars).

• What I'm saying is...people on earth who neglect their own families, own friends, other actual human beings around them, and instead give most of their attention/false love to celebrities, are selling their souls. AND THEN they get to become the illuminated themselves.

• Dog = smelling, eating, loving, humping, etc. Dog = Lucy = Lucifer (red/devil/etc) (Lucky is the dog and Mika is somehow connected to him and I’m somehow connected to my mother?). Lucky is also 33 in numerology (extremely suspicious Freemasonry number) and a dog in Chinese Zodiac. Mika is also a dog in Chinese Zodiac.

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