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| I feel a bit more the thing now. I ate some more breakfast and lunch together. I think that the day has been good in the weather department. I hear some people cutting the grass outside. I know they did that this week for us and we are glad they came. I hear the birds chirping once in a while, and there is a soft ticking sound to the clock near me in the kitchen by the wall. That clock was from my Dad's old office they gave this to him when he retired from there. He worked there part time in his retirement years. He was fortunate to have gotten a job like that where he could come in later and leave earlier than the full time people. He has a cordial relationship with his former bosses. I was feeling a bit sad earlier today but now I am a bit more buoyed because I did things for my LLC. I hope that the rest of the day will be better. I somehow feel like I am being killed I wonder why? I see Sally thoughts that are getting at my chest and Marianne thoughts who is watching her do it. I think people are angry at me always for some imagined reason unless they are the reasons why I was uprooted from my home in England when I was about 11 or 12 years old and taken to the Philippines. I had a bad stepmother named sally. She was the Queen of England in disguise as sally and she made sure I had a childhood that I could somehow recall in my later years. That childhood was a fiction brought about by mind bending MI5 rules. The fiction they made fo r me that I went to school somewhere in the Philippines like Blessed Imelda's at Cabanatuan or Dagupan Cities, and Dominican School in Manila and St Theresa's College in Manila. These bastards can program you mind to create a childhood or a series of memories that you can parrot to anyone who will ask. My father Philip of Edinburgh was unable to find me. His girl Maggie Smith the actress had given me to a lowly family in the area where she lived. They were unable to resist my being kidnapped. I thi nk they have been sad forever. I wish them to have a thought that I am thinking of them with affection. I think my mother Maggie was too much involved with her career and perhaps didn't want to get the lashing of the Queen against her life and so she was able to get out from that hot stare the Queen would give anyone who offended her greatly. My father Philip had to go along with the idea to marry Mrs WIndsor because he was asked by the spies of England to watch Mrs WIndsor and what she was up to because she was a traitor to the Crown and to the Monarchy and to the English country. She and Churchill plotted the murder of Philip, her husband's relative, Louis Mountbatten and they arranged for the IRA to do this dastardly job for them. Charles the heir to the throne now was in on this idea and plot. These people will never see the light of Heaven in their lives. They will be sad forever for doing this bad thing to me, to Lord Louis Mountbatten, and to countless English men and their families. Churchill sent these poor Lads to war in the War to end all wars to give Adolph Hitler a way to get English genes into the German genome and so that he would create an ideal Master Race where the Germans would have the English fair and blue eyed phenotype. This whole thing is truth. I am publishing it here. I will try not to do any more publishing like this this is going to be published her for a short time nd then I will make it a confidential post. |
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