Perspective

"I'm God! I'm a Christ! But...whoa!"

Sure, I was a scientist, an IT professional. But I was just a guy from a rural area. From a modest uninfluential background. I could wrap my head around being God, but a Christ? That's not what it meant at all, what I'd been taught at church. I didn't use the "C" word for about eight years as a result. Too much baggage, and at that time I didn't fully believe it anyway.

For the first few years, to say I would have killed for a mentor is an exaggeration. But by less than what you might think. I was looking for any direction, any experience, any gurus or masters who could help me understand the experience of gnosis and the paradigm shifting perspective that came with it. I found no one. The internet was still in its infancy and while I found some information there was nothing that could have been taken as evidence. Talking to peers about it in an attempt to understand it yielded negative results.

I believed myself to be completely on my own.

That belief was entirely wrong.

In the years prior to my gnosis and shortly after people manouvered themselves into my life. For observation, certainly. But it was done to have people in place to lay in the virtual boots all at the same time at the start of the psychological operations against me, after my gnosis was forced and everyone got a good look.

This was apparent from the events that all happened in 2003. I could see it back then, trails going back as far as my first seconds as a backpacker in Australia. And I began to re-examine the details of my life, and patterns were emerging...

At this point in the crimes against me I was given all the information I needed to put it all together.

I simply could not accept it.

I was just some guy. Of little consequence. People all being coordinated to attack the foundations of my life simultaneously? That can't be it. Why? My gnosis? No, it must be something else. People would only treat someone this bad if they thought they deserved it. Lies must be getting told. A mistake must have been made. Mistakes are understandable and can be corrected.

It must be something else.

I find myself even to this day trying to see it all as a mistake. Trying to find some way my enemies could have justified what they did. I really need to stop doing that.

I was designated livestock for enlightenment genetics breeding purposes. Narcissism was used to preclude enlightenment, ruin the potential of the livestock and make the livestock easy to manage throughout their lives. 

I had overcome the worst of the narcissistic damage by the time I was intended to breed. Without the narcissism a key factor was missing and the pairing was unsuccessful.

My first year of uni was overshadowed by the long dark night of the soul. I couldn't do the school work. This may have been natural. It would not surprise me to learn it was induced.

The clinical depression that followed was certainly induced. The first assassination attempt. My reward for freeing myself from the narcissism and punishment for not being a good little breeder.

My time in the UK. Close to the more public facing enlightenment genetics breeding program. People begin manouvering. A couple of tough situations. I can't rule out that those situations were deliberately done.

Then Australia, my forced gnosis and then my annihilation.

I couldn't accept this. That I was so important and dangerous - to criminals - that so many people would spend so much time and effort sabotaging my entire existence. Coveting what I have, absolutely doing everything to deny me access.

I was just a guy. I wanted to write code, smoke cannabis and make music. To meet interesting people and have a good life after having dealt with situations and circumstances that would have destroyed virtually anyone else. Situations that I now understand were deliberately engineered to limit, ruin, control and destroy me.

I was a Christ. I was no threat to anyone who was not profiting on lies about God and human misery.

It took me over a decade to accept all this. I had to put it together while having my life systematically destroyed with gang stalking and related psychological warfare.

There was no mistake. The pure unadulterated evil poured into my life was done with great planning and forethought with eyes wide open.

It is easier to accept when I keep this in mind.