So Here's The Deal...
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Here's What's Going Down...
Winnipeg, Nagasaki and Burbank are all part of an experiemnt. The aliens who created us, the Nap_ia (or Nap[uh]ia) have decided it's time for us to wake up to the universe and connect on the Astral Plane. They have given us all the secrets of the universe, which can be found at Awaken to the Universe. The goal is to activate many people with waking telepathy, and every person with access to our collective unconscious while they lucid dream. In the collective unconscious you can learn things, most notibally who you were in past lives.

We have awoken to the universe. An event every society in this universe and beyond must come to eventually.

How to excel at telepathy can be found on the website The Astral Plane Compass.

God chose Winnipeg as the first city to activate due to the artists of Intelligent Reconstruction.

Again, there is always the possibility that I am completely insane. But hopefully this will convince you as well as it's convinced me...

So I'm 20 years old, taking 2C-I for the first time at my computer desk around 4:00 or 5:00 in the morning, writing "Are We Mirrors?" and suddenly I feel this pressence. Like a metaphyiscal glow from the distance. I lapse and type something about "Being on the fast track to success." I hear a voice tell me I am one of many youngsters getting set up to save the planet, among other vague memories... Like something about the sickle cells in my body, then I get this sense that they're not sure of me yet. I'm forced to delete everything I wrote and the memory is completely repressed.

Later that night I remember I'm on the toilet, all buzzing off having writen "Are We Mirrors?" and I say in my head "Don't worry, God, I got this." and it didn't seem unusual to me that suddenly I was talking to God in my head. Everything just felt... Normal. Then the next morning I'm on my computer reading and editing "Are We Mirrors?" and I think to myself that I wrote... Something else... Something that changes everything in my life, I just... I can't remember what it was. Where did it go?

But I was activated. I was one of at least 100 (at this point) in Winnipeg who have been activated.

Then later that month I was walking home from 7-11 on 2C-I, again at like 4:00 or 5:00 in the morning, by the way it's a really trippy thing when the wind follows you home and pushes at your back both ways when you're on a psychedelic. I'm just passing through our parking lot, thinking to myself about how humanity is on the brink of destructions and nobody thinks about it, they're just living their lives, thinking it was kind of funny, when suddenly I got this voice in my head saying "AND YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" and for some reason I knew it was coming from the appartment I was passing by, and such a thing just felt normal, I didn't think about it.

Then I was sitting on my bed meditating one afternoon and I heard a voice (by the way, when I say voice, I don't mean auditory hallucination, it's all in my head.) say "We're watching you."

I knew I was telepathic but I didn't. It wasn't a conflict in my head. Usually if I started hearing voices I would freak the fuck out and kill myself, but something in the back of my mind just said this is reality now.

Then I was getting a ride home from work with one of my batshit crazy but cool coworkers and we had a good conversation. At the end he asked me if I would film a documentary about him and his exercise routine or whatever-the-fuck, and I said sure, 'cause I liked him and didn't want to dissapoint him, but then couldn't stop thinking about how my debut to the film world would be this documentary, when suddenly I got this pressence again and it said something like "Shakespear would be proud." and I felt the pressence of shakespear and this pressence watching me. It said Shakespear isn't currently incarnated. And suddenly I just believed in reincarnation now. Before I had just thought you become one with the universe when you died but okay now I believe in reincarnation. Kinda makes more sense anyway.

Then I was smoking pot with my roommate and one of his friends when suddenly I locked on to the fact that all I had said in the past two conversations was "yeah." It felt absolutely unbearably weird and terrible, like I was totally deffective. I had to go to the bathroom to find my head. Suddenly thoughts just started repeating out of my control, and I started to form a thought about how weird this is, and the words in my head said "You know what's weird? I suddenly feel like Josh." and I was like "Josh that kid I went to elementary school with?" and it said "Yeah Josh... (something)." It said his last name but I couldn't remember it. I went to my room to ride the storm out, thinking about Josh. See Josh was this goober I was friends with in elementary school, but one day I ditched him to protect my own popularity. Now this Josh guy had killed himself and used whatever mental magic was available to fuck with the lives of everybody who had betrayed him. After I had sobered up I went outside and went to Burger King with my roommate and his friend, but everything was just... Odd. It's like I never realized how beautiful it was in my head until I experienced the opposite. And now I live in the opposite.

I gradually managed to set it aside, but I still had to deal with this depersonalization and feeling like everything was strange and stupid. "Why'd God make the trees look like that? They look stupid!" It mostly wore off eventually, but there was still a little of it in my head.

Sometimes on the bus to work I would just get this feeling, when I was nearing Osbourne Village, that my old childhood friend who I will talk about later was watching over me. It was strange, I had never really thought about him before, but suddenly I knew he had become a very important, fascinating, brilliant guy.

So I had moved out and into my own place near Osbourne Village. I had it in my head when I was once again tripping on 2C-I that the energy of the neighbourhood didn't want me. Like the people knew I was new and they wanted the other lady that lived in my appartment back. Again, though, it just felt perfectly normal that I was sensing the feelings of certain people in my neighbourhood.

Then I was on LSD, writing in my journal, and you know this part... I figured I'm probably insane and I need to get the crazy out of me by getting to the bottom of it during my trip. And you know what happened. Suddenly I remember what happened at the beginning of our prelude. Suddenly I was "On the fast track to success" again. High speed automatic writing in a different penmanship. But no, it couldn't be, it just... It isn't possible. I was definetly crazy. But I didn't think I should kill myself. In the back of my mind I knew it was real, though. It was just... It was the only logical explanation. There's no high speed automatic writing in a different penmanship. There's no sickle cells in my hand being controled by some other force. Something magical happened here and I need to readjust my views on reality.

So many moments between here and my special visit from an old friend. Having thoughts in my head as I fall asleep and some voice saying stuff like "Ooo, yeah, let's do that in the future" and thinking about how I was going to take 5-meo-DMT with a friend the next day and the voice saying something like "Perfect time for me to experiment on you." Then there was the fact that one of the voices in my head was black and I was all like "Why is one of my voices black? Is it my inner racist and white privalege?" And it laughed. Among other things.

Then came my childhood friend that I had been a bastard to. I think he still resented me but there was more important stuff to worry about. Had a pretty normal afternoon, went to the bar and had a few drinks (where we talked about EMDR, and he said he had another use for it that he will explain later), then went for a walk by the river. I had some kind of profound thought about the trees and nature and stuff and the voices said something like "Sounds good but nobody can understand this illegable ker-giberish so just put a cap on it." And I was like, cool, I put a cap on it. My friend asks me if when we start peaking on the 2C-I we can just meditate together. I said sure, thinking my kind of guy, but he wasn't interested in actual meditation. I got into a comfortable position on my couch, and him too, I can still remember the cool position he was in, resting his head in his arms on the arm rest of the couch. I closed my eyes and then I hallucinate him, he pokes through the space between us and suddenly starts telling me all this stuff, that I'm not crazy, this is real, that it's reincarnation, that aliens created our planet and was hiring us out to fix it, that we need sickle cells (when properly activated) to feel the emotional vibrations of the universe, everybody has a death fetish, and ultimately that I am the chosen one. He had talked about how there was a lot of telepathic activity in my neighbourhood that night. He then explained to me, telepathically, that we can use EMDR backwards to enhance our telepathic ability, and never said a word about it out loud. A lot of people saw it go down. And then he cleaned my brain up and got rid of all that crap from "the Josh attack" he called it. A major relief.

Later that night I "met my maker" as they had said. The alien, Jerridic, who created our planet.

Uh. Okay then. Mission accepted. Who would of thought, of all the consciousnesses that could get to be the chosen one, it's THIS one? The one I'm in. This is the kind of thing that will ultimately end up getting me thrown in the psych ward.

Moment One
Then there was a few months of me chillin' with the voices in my head, having a good time. One night I come home and this woman comes into my head and says something like "Hey you're the guy who stole my appartment. It's Jamie Graham." We did some talking and I suddnely heard this voice say she's a soul mate. I interpretted it wrong, thought the voice meant THE soul mate, rather than A soul mate. But I quickly became very possessive and jealous. I mean I tried not to be, just... It's kind of hard to hide these things when people are in your head. She was definetely one of us on the fast track to success. She had a good idea for her image, she was going to be glam. We were going to make music and then we were going to move on to film. She thought I was adorable. And then she died. And when it went down, I was tripping with my ex roommate. I had to go to my room to scream and cry, leaving my ex rommate to assume I was loosing it in there.

I also got introduced to another soul mate, who may actually be closer to THE soul mate. I had met her when Jamie, or Gloria as she wanted to go by, was still alive. I thought maybe I would date this woman first and then move on to Jamie later, that she would be my practice girl. Maybe it was for the best that Jamie was forced to step asside. Or maybe I get two soul mates. One under each arm. Anyway, she's an empath, which goes well with my sociopath (I'm going to try damn hard not to create a toxic relationship.) She has good taste, she's just... She's great.

By the way, awhile after I had met Jamie telepathically, I got some mail addressed to one "Jamie Graham" who used to live in my appartment. This was the first time I had recieved her mail. Oh and then a few months after her death, I got one of her old friends and a hired private investigator come to my appartment looking for her. Naturally I couldn't say anything, though.

Then I get reaquainted with a woman we refer to as "Mom." She was one of the first telepaths. She somehow figured out the EMDR thing, she somehow figured out near-death body swapping, and she was a psychological genius, here to help all us chosen children cope with the effects of being crazy genius. She was the boss of a secret society we've been calling "The Society of Lucifer" and she was dead. Before she died she figured out body swapping, and after she died she was placed in a new woman's brain/body via body swapping. Mom was the first voice I heard when I was writing in my journal on LSD and she eventually gave me over to Jerridic.

Then Mom's new body died, and she would temporarily visit us in the bodies of the women of the Society of Lucifer, but is yet to find a permanent body. In her absense, her boyfriend is in charge of the Society of Lucifer.

Then I figured "Why is there nothing on the internet about this occurence? There needs to be so people know it's real." Then I wrote a lot of crap under the psudenom "Devin Gulliver" that was okay but I'm not particularly proud of it. I put it on the webstie "Evolver" which at the moment was featuring a lot of new age bloggers. My childhood friend hated it and thought I was ruining everything, and he eventually made me see his point, so I got rid of it and started typing up a big long note, that is now lost, and putting it out in secret that was only to be shared with other telepaths. For the record it shot up hundereds of hits, all from Canada, and nowhere else, in case you were still doubting me.

But before I took it down, I showed my parents, and they thought I was schizophrenic, they cried, and set up an appointment with the youth psychosis prevention society or whatever-the-fuck they're called.

I said to myself, when talking to Mom's boyfriend, that we need an antichrist. I just assumed it couldn't be me, but eventually I realized, wait, that's me, so I made a post on Evolver ranting about being the antichrist like a crazy person. I then realized that my childhood friend must be the false prophet, and my new soul mate, the empath, who for the record said she's always felt a divine calling to be a whore, is the whore of Babylon. I'm not sure if I'm the real antichrist or if God just wants me to play the part. I'm not sure if revelations predicted the future or God set it up to deliberately look like revalations. All I can say is it's a role I was born to play.

[note that you saw this before i did i more dramatic reveal of being the antichrist. it's coming on TIHYASTF III.]

But I deleted all my stuff as Devin Gulliver and put up one last note saying that this telepathy thing is just an alien experiment and we were about to join the rest of the universe in our heads but we had to start slow.

Then I went to a party at one of my old highschool friend's house that happened to be just down the street, and it was a hot bed of telepaths. People were freaking out all around me and this one guy was calming people down, who hadn't realized they were telepathic until they saw God take command of that party ("Something in the air" we called it.) and show everybody what was going on in my head and direct them to this one guy who was explaining it to people one by one. How it's an alien experiment and the like. I got somebody say to me this was all going to fail and I should accept life as an alcoholic psychology professor, and I was like shit my childhood friend had gotten shit around real good, so I told them all to view the new notes and it spread around like wild fire. All sorts of "It's very obvious it's telepathy" stuff happening but I can't bare to ask any of them to explain it to my parents for some reason.

Oh and in the notes I said I would suck Barrack Obama's cock, that'll be important later.

Then there's this stuff with "Those Who Watch and Whisper Secrets" but I'm not going to talk about it here, it desrves it's own article.

So I started "This is How You Are Supposed to Feel" and put it on blogspot. I usually turned out about three articles a day. Then, the day after "Thy Life of Sin is Coming to an End!" something... Happened.

Moment Two
I had finally forgiven Jerridic for this stupid stuff with "Those Who Watch and Whisper Secrets" and I was talking with him and everything was very warm, when suddenly he noticed telepaths started dropping dead. He says "This must be the Winnipeg Massacre, I've heard of this" or something. I had been up all night and decided to attempt a nap and see how this turns out when I wake up when a metaphysical skull suddenly appeared above my head.

I was marked for death. I tried teleping to some people and I find out that basically it's the end of the world. They wanted me to join them in this "game" they were playing, last man on Earth standing wins, and the world is over. They get their fun from torturing people to death and they wanted to rip out my inards and rape me before they killed me. They said the only way for me to survive was to prove myself and kill one of them, but I just couldn't. I went for a walk down the river and I heard some people talking about the people they've killed. I figured this may be my chance but... No. I'm not wired for it. I learned that they call themselves the "Sons of God Militia."

They started flooding my blog with comments about me and my childhood friend, and death. Making fun of me. Making fun of me in ways that not just people who read my blog would know about. I shot them down, though. My father would later tell me that this was just my childhood friend playing a trick on me, but I never told my childhood friend out loud about my blog, I never told him out loud about any of the things these people talked about. My parents were desperate to deny this just like I used to be.

I had no drugs and no money so I shoplifted some Robitussin from Safeway. I couldn't die sober. On the way out I noticed my neighbour who I had never spoken to come out of his appartment. It wasn't like me to be so assertive, but the world is over so fuck it. I asked him if he has any drugs we can do, and he invited me into his appartment to smoke a bowl of weed. We had a pleasant conversation and then I said "By the way, uh... WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE" with my arms flailing in the air. He was all like "WHAT!?" and I was all like "See ya!" and I ran down the hallway and he was all like "WHAT!?" and I was all like "See ya!"

I left a note on my door where I basically spilled everything about telepathy and about Jerridic.

So I got the DXM and spent the night hiding underneath my window in my bedroom. I finally got to talk to one of them. A new version of ape has been discovered, the militia was contacted by the beings in another segment of multiverse's Nirvana and the goal was to kill off every last person so we can embrace this new version of next generation ape, which is supposedly superior to us. I struck a deal with him to let me live and I'll write for them, and he took the deal. For now. I went to sleep. It had been a couple of days since I had slept. I woke up to Jerridic telling me "Wake up, it's over! It's over!" And they had decided they don't need me. I accepted my fate and the plan was to go meet up with the leaders so they can give me the death I wanted, a gunshot to the head. No torture.

My dad comes by. He had heard about the note on my door. It wasn't fun but it was generally uneventful and he was on his way. They already thought I was psychotic and this didn't help. I was glad he had gone, I wouldn't want to involve him in this. I decided to stick around my appartment for a bit, hoping maybe they would change their mind. I barricaded my door with furniture. Then the police came by to bring me to the psych ward. The caretaker of the building had told them about the note on my door. The Health Science Centre was overbooked or something so we went to Seven Oaks. While they were registering me I was sitting all low on the chair, hoping somebody outside wouldn't discover me and shoot me through the windows. They brought me upstairs and locked me up.

Oh! But before they locked me up they had me in the back room all medicated with clozapine and klopinin. This lady in the back must have known about telepathy 'cause I heard her reading my blog and she was all like "OOOHHH!!" and another nurse lady ran past us crying and as she passed us said "Rob's psycho!"

So the world was over and I was in the psych ward awaiting death. While I was there I met a nice down syndrom Jesus, a neat older guy who was in for a rage outburst or something that I really jived with, a fast talking manic creative woman who was pretty cool (I tried to friend her on facebook after the fact but it turns out we didn't jive as much as I thought we would.) And then most noteably, a crazy lady who thought I was somebody from her past who told me if I ever touch her again she'd kill me and then a couple of days later tried to attack me in the main area. "CODE WHITE!" I tried to escape twice, in the dead of winter, once to the inner city and once I tried to hitchhike to Vancouver but neither of those attempts worked out. And then I was released and got to sleep at home waiting for them to come down on me and my family.

And nobody believed me. This was just proof that clearly I was psychotic. The voices in my head were telling me they were going to kill me.

The leader was taken into custody over the death of his parents, when he broke through to the police officers and told them about their game. I don't really know the details but I know that a small segment of police knew all about this but since few innocents were killed they were going to cover it up until December 21st, 2012, when the Sons of God Militia were going to start killing and torturing innocents.

I was in and out of the psych ward, next few times at Health Science Centre which was much better than Seven Oaks. I had struck a deal with their new leader, the old ones had all died, that if they promised not to rape and torture my parents I would give them the bulk of whatever I inhereted. Also while I was in the psych ward I was watching TV with some guy who seemed to have trouble keeping his thoughts in his head and rambled about how "I'm sitting here in the psych ward and the antichrist is sitting next to me." We were watching Barrack Obama give a speech and he had said "Suck his cock for me." Again, though, I did nothing. I wanted to tell him to testify for me but I just couldn't. I was completely silent and nothing came of it. God thought it was not yet time.

Me and Jerridic came up with an idea that whoever kills me doesn't get to reincarnate. But some of them thought it was necessary and still wanted to kill me. Definitely made me a little safer, though. Eventually they killed a lot of themselves off, I guess they got carried away, and there was only like 10 or 15 left. I was telepping to the new leader, who I was relatively friendly with, he didn't want me dead, and I convinced him that this wasn't a great idea. "First of all, by the time next generation apes evolve and have civilization it will be hundreds of thousands if not millions of years in the future. Just imagine how advanced and how far evolved we would be by then if we stayed human. We would be better than any next generation apes. And we will always be better than any next generation apes because we're so far ahead of them. I don't care how great next generation apes are they'd never catch up. You may be thinking "but we can leave a time capsule" but you need to remember while it will give them a boost of a few thousand years it does not compare to how advanced we would get in the millions of years it takes for next generation apes to become sapient. Secondly, we have a better idea for next generation apes. We're going to make dozens if not hundreds of next generation ape planets with the figures we release to Nirvana. Because us humans are so damn excellent, these projects will be modled by us social instigators, now in silicon bodies that we have bioengineered. If they don't invent things like, say, the internet by themselves we will secretly teach it to them. This way we can all connect to the same, nearly universal network once they've woken up to the universe. And better yet, these planets will all have free rights to fight and conquer eachother, making this way more interesting than if we killed our own planet for the sake of making us next generation apes, because while we can fight for the fun of it or to settle minor squables we aren't allowed to conquer eachother... And we can only fight if we are in mutual agreement to do so. If you want to be a next generation ape instead of a human, that can be arranged. After the age of Aquarius we will put you on one of the next generation ape planets. We can even give you a cushy position. All of you can recieve a cushy position as there will be many a cushy positions to go around. And by cushy position we're talking like king of a planet. Probably like 20 to 30 king positions available. Up to about 100 or 200, we'll see what we can do. And everybody else will still get something sweet. Our culture is still pretty tops. Like we're already arguably the best in the Universe and possibly beyond. How many other cultures have split the atom? How many other cultures have the internet and television? None, as far as I am aware. Certainly none in this subdivision of multiverse. Pretty sure none in the other subdivision of multiverse that we are aware of. We're too great. It's not worth ending what we have. Even having a written language sets us apart from the rest. By keeping the old civilizations alive as well as having the new civilizations makes for a more diverse and interesting universe. The old ones may be physically inferior (no not really - considering eugenics, bioengineering and natural evolution - but partly, at least) but they're ancient and therefor better. Then next generation apes are a step up and a step behind. And next next generation apes two steps up and two steps behind. Also, what are we going to do when we find something better than next generation apes? Are we just going to keep killing our culture over and over again and never have a lasting civilization? We're just going to keep wasting our existence over and over again?"

And that was that. We're safe. And now only two of the Sons of God Militia remain. The leader and a high priestess. And they're both on my side.

Moment Three
And now we enter the peacefull and boring time. Living with my parents. I had god knows how many anxious outbreaks given the severe PTSD I now had, I got a lot of writing and figuring myself out done, and everybody still thinks I'm crazy. This one guy approached me on the walking bridge home and said "Do you know all the secrets of the universe?" And I said "...Yes." Not thinking until just afterwards that I should have told him "You're speaking to Kit Carruthers." and maybe he could tell my parents it's real. Again, I guess, it just wasn't time. He struck me off gurad.

And that's everything. Now we are in the present. I'm living in a smaller town outside the city with my parents and plan on moving back to the city as soon as I can.