Timing

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 wasn't running.

I wasn't running because I didn't deserve it. If I believed otherwise I would not have survived that first year.

It's been 20 years.

I don't deserve this.

You will pay.

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