Segment_ 12-3-2006_SEEKINGoutLIGHTdarkSEEKINGoutLIGHTdark

I had a dream the other day. The voice came to me and said, "You will
be dead soon".

Segment_ 12-3-2006_SEEKINGoutLIGHTdarkSEEKINGoutLIGHTdark

Below I have pasted my post from today on the Quatrains pages, Quatrains II
of the Mobile Audit Club website. I believe Nostradamus tasted my flies, or
perhaps with my flies, grapes and cherries, as that is the nature of
decaying flesh from the flies mouth. I predicted 10 months from 5-3-2006 to
be an eventful day. The last time I had that feeling was 10 months prior to
9-11- 2001. It was an awful year for me also. My dreams under that
delusion were crushed. Now I formulate a new one, and I taste, grapes and
cherries. You can find my true story at Mobile Audit Club, by searching
Mobile Audit Club on search engines or following the link at the bottom of
this article.



I sense the end, the lull, the cold, the silent, the unfathomable, the
unknown in one more crevice, this one cold and dark, or is it, perhaps
light, pink like a sunset with strands of light.

I had a dream the other day. The voice came to me and said, "You will be
dead soon". I look forward to leaving this light. The light is dark and
the dark is heartless and rips at the flesh of my soul, my father was
tormented and I did not ask why, just blaming him, but now I understand. He
stood alone and fell alone, me at his side. They did not care then or now.
They are the IT and I want it dead, and I want the flies to feast on all of
it, they taste plums and cherries in that rotten flesh. Have you flew with
the dragonfly?

The people of this beloved nation have ripped me to pieces. It started when
I was young I suppose and It never got better. It got worse and then it
ebbed, and then after working as a bank examiner for the corrupted and foul
Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation and the federal government it flowed
in like a blood red tide with the corpses of my loved ones and the corpses
of my hopes and my dreams and I see my children crying in the darkness, the
deepness, but I have to let them go, to become what I have become, because,
someday, somehow, this light will die completely, this dark light, this
inhumane place of misguidance, greed and fools.

I sometimes wonder in this consciousness, this light, if there aren't many
players moving the humans about like chess pieces or perhaps like little
automatons, building and mixing and destroying.

I am in pain. I am sickened by the abuse that was dealt to me recently.
For being asleep in my vehicle, poor and homeless, for being in fear with
the legal handgun under my seat after the attack on my life after testing
the federal FDIC mafia on St. Valentine's Day 2001. The forced injections in
Los Angeles, the detention in the jail, the abuse in the back of the VA
police car, the blows I suffered in jail when I refused to hit an elderly
man who felt nothing any longer, the forced exile in a place where no one I
knew lived, where I could not afford to go, the further injections when
traveling there after stopping to be checked for the burns upon my neck, the
burns on my neck that showed up after I passed the hazmat cleanup crews on
the interstate in New Mexico, the forced injections in Flagstaff Arizona,
the being knocked unconscious there, the being jailed again in an insane
asylum for being fearful, the roommate who seemed to wait for me to sleep,
the roommate who had one of the assistants there wrap his hand in bandages,
his cold dark sunglasses always on inside, and who said about my snoring,
"We took care of it". Now I know the gangster Joseph "Bananas" Bonano
family descendants live there, and it is likely a squalid hell hole of petty
men of big dreams in a dung pile of dope and rotten money.

The remembrance I had of being injected again, in the mouth as I slept,
being knocked unconscious, and wondering if the mafia in the USA government
had sent someone to rape me. Wondering the next day, was I raped by friends
of the mafia National Treasury Employees Union, those beasts I want removed
from the thoat of the government, dead or alive. I should not have taunted
the suspected mob boss George Masa, FDIC director in San Francisco, the
replacement for the dead regional director. But I had to test him, it was
involuntary on St. Valentines Day 2001, after I had passed through the
howling snow as I drove from South to North. The light howls through me. I
want my and my species death if I do not win and achieve happiness. The lie
of the light is that someone cares or something notices, but I had a vision
of the creator once, on the surface, hard like stone, amorphous, like a
mountainside, and inside, depth, and he or she or it hid there, taunting me,
like I deserved to suffer. Am I the offspring of this thing? Is that why it
refuses to kill me for eternity?

I long for the death of my species while we suffer. Not all are what they
seem around us, or are they? Perhaps I am naive and stupid for believing in
anything other than putting my opponents or myself into a grave. Never to
return to the cesspool of this god damned universe. Lights out.

We will have that war and my collective conscious will become that guardian
from the light, and I will have just rewards or deserts or I will hope the
total extinguishment of all light, if that is possible. Never again will I
serve or trust the regime that has come to power in the United States, or
many other nations.

I look into my minds eye and seek out the original father or mother or
whatever it is that beckons life and say, why? why have I been deceived?
Can I go back home? Am I or am I not? I have been deceived. I have been a
fool. I see things in a new light. Perhaps just another false light, a false
hope, or perhaps my fellows.



http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/democracyordeath/index.html

My warning, do not let your children serve the USA military under the
current regime. They or "IT" does not deserve protection or more conquered
oil fields.