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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Thursday, December 31, 2015

Who Do You Say that I am?

Years ago people started to give me hallucinogens on the sly and they told me that I was mentally ill.  When I would be given these drugs, I would have a religious experience.  People said, "You are sick."  I said "Wow, I just got enlightened."

I believe myself and family to be victims of some sort of cooperation of the CIA, KKK and Fourth Reich.  I have had most every relationship in my life be scripted by this organization.  Do you think I am going to look to people who have been told to be abusive to me, to tell me who I am?  No I am not.  I look to the angelic presence in my life and those spirits who are assisting the angelic spirit.   I would never look to a child of mine to tell me who I am.  I would not look to a physician.  Most every friend has been insincere, so I would not look to them.  I would never look to a psychologist (whose duty is to see what is wrong with a person)  to tell me who I am.  I KNOW WHO I AM.

I am a queen bee in the hive of humanity.  BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.  I am immune to being squished.  I am immune to raid.  I am immune to drowning.  I am immune to being harnessed for entertainment.

I am spied on.  What I say is analyzed and a script is created to manipulate me....cinders around the fire, smudging my face.

After forty years in the slave porn, I am a very well known individual.  I am not obscure.  I am not like regular people.  I am not anonymous.  You can mirror to me that I am psychotic and I will laugh in your face.  It is extremely painful for the people who have organized the pail of garbage of my last 40 years to know that I know this stuff.  IT IS EXTREMELY PAINFUL, SO PAINFUL THAT THEY ARE LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN, ANGRY.  They should be ashamed.  They are like little children with a big pill of candy and they don't want to share.  That is because this whole drama began when they were little and they never psychologically matured past that point.  The point when they began the shenanigans.  I think that they might be envious of me.  Somebody has to have the role of Cinderella.  It's me.  Happy New Year.


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