Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
And in the End was the Word, Amy's Word

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Friday, October 9, 2015

I Live in a Different Dimension

I live in a different dimension than the rest of you.  I have yet to meet someone who is actually where I am at.  I have been here for years, advancing along the way.  In 2013, February 6, I awoke and an angel told me.  You died Amy and you are in purgatory.  "Dying," does not mean the same to me as it does to the rest of you. I had experienced some sort of "attack" which could have been radioactive or microwaves or some other secret military tool. (I have mentioned MK Ultra and Project Monarch).

I am not just a crazy girl who "hears voices"  You are welcome to believe that as it makes no difference what you believe about me to me.  I have been told that I cannot rely on mirroring from you to define me.  I look to the Angels, Saints and Spirits to mirror to me who I am and to guide me.  My voices are shared consciousness.  I have thoughts that are communications....I can't help you if that bothers you.  You don't have to take upon yourself to try to diminish me because of your own lack of understanding.  If you are severely self important, you might feel a need to fix me.  I am unfixable.  I consider my state of mind a gift from God and an accomplishment.  I am not violent...so if my world bothers you, stay away from me.  You can fantasize that you are "more together " than me, or that you are superior in some way.....but you most certainly are not.

My closed eye vision is an eye which varies in size and position.   With the closed eye imagery God and my angel communicate with me.  These images are luminous phosphenic shapes...often of animals.  This started in February of 2013 after I "died".

The past 30 years which created this "story" that I have mental illness is a contrived history.  I get "manic" when somebody puts speed in my food supply.  If I were to get manic tomorrow, I would not say, "Oh look, I am crazy." I would say, "Oh, look somebody sneaked into my house using my stolen key and poisoned my food with speed."  (or mushrooms for that matter.)

I believe that there is an organized crime element to my drama.  Organized crime is real.  Just because I think it does not make it imaginary.  Just because you have not heard of it does not mean it does not exist.  People who live in the fakality of there is no organized crime are most likely the secret victim of it.  Many thanks to a girl at work many years ago that told me that there are sex slaves who have no inkling that they are being treated secretly in evil ways by their partner.

Thanks so much Lord Jesus Christ!

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