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The psychological warfare planned for me in the first year was entirely without context. In hindsight that was most deliberate. I was supposed to provide context. I was supposed to make a connection between what was happening to me and anything about me that deserved such treatment. There was nothing. The only thing I possessed that was of equivalent value to the effort being expended against me was my gnosis, but I didn't even fully believe it. I was treating it as an intellectual curiosity at that time. And yes, that is what it was all about. But had I been guilty of anything, anything of equivalent crime to the crimes committed against me, I would have believed that to be the reason. With the psyops in both Sydney and Brisbane in the first year, I'd have run to the hills from my job at GBST. Dave, an ex GBST, brought me in to Flight Centre for an interview after I'd been let go from GBST. He seemed incredulous about me. I believe it was because he couldn't believe I ...

When I was about 18 (and just beginning the slow process of stepping away from my religion) my grandfather told me how the family got "saved". In the early 70s my grandfather was a Mason, quite high up. Maybe 33rd level, I'd have to check. He went to a religious revival where a drunk came in. Hands were placed on him, Jesus invoked and he instantly sobered up, with the smell of alcohol coming "out of his skin". That was enough to convince a simple farmer that he'd found the one true path ensuring the family would be immersed in evangelical Christianity. Which meant of course that Freemasonry was out, it not being the one true path. Because that's the sort of thing Jesus did, right? A few loaves and fishes to feed five thousand. Breaks the laws of conservation of mass and energy and stuff, but hey. Water into wine, I can do that. Takes a few weeks though. Walking on water? No prob. Every winter in my youth in Canada. Bodies rotting for three days and comi...

Around mid 2013 I was living by myself with my dogs. My work saw me commuting to Brisbane during the week and parking at the queen's street mall. And the gang stalking was relentless. I lived in a state of constant stress, defensively avoiding it all to the best of my ability. Which wasn't very good. One afternoon I approached the elevator. Three people arrived at the elevator at the same time, two women and one man. One of the women was voluptuously attractive in spandex, and in the fraction of a second I took notice I also discerned we were not peers. Rough around the edges. As my defenses were up I got into the elevator and did my best to ignore them. When the elevator reached the car park, as the doors were opening, the other woman said to the voluptuously spandexed: "You have a really good evening!" Loudly. A verbal wink. I assumed they were screwing with me and head down I went to the pay machine. Just as I was finishing up I saw in my peripheral vision the volu...

Yes atheists, you have beliefs about God(s). Atheism is the position of no faith in those beliefs. You mistake this position for the absence of any such beliefs in which to have no faith. Unbelief. But these are terms loaded with religious meaning. A quick redefine will show the universality of this. Belief == Concept Faith == Trust The "theist" part of atheist defines it's position relative to the concept of gods. Zero trust. But you still have the concepts, the preconceptions. Without theism atheism would not exist. We form beliefs/concepts about everything. Then we apply a level of faith/trust in those beliefs. Having zero trust != not holding the concept. Part 1  and  Part 2  are available for reference. And for the record (again) I'm a big fan of atheism. In the right hands.