Taui Stok Ka Ka City

Whoop ass. Several days work, but I got to it. This city got on my bad side, and I have tools to do something about it. But… I have an audience. Way too much of an audience, while under pressure to deal with way too precog press. Media all over an article I have not published yet. If they could get precog on handing over my much money that would be ‘nice’, but no. They prefer whoop ass too.

This city has not gone crazy, it already was, and its people know it. I was fighting for my own mind, and right to be here and leave after finishing up business. But, it is sinking in that I was not the only one targeted out

Ill Not Keeping Still

How the well hell did I convince myself that it was okay to write about the Bijlmer disaster? What made me think that I could write the demons off me? I got ready to hire a bandwagon and everything. The demons remaining steady on their own terrorizing wagon. Chemtrail sunbathing, while ordering another drink. Uranium and a malfunctioning bolt? I must be utterly mad. Under mind control of some cthulhu monster or something. I have no other excuse available. I have not been running a fever. No logic to hide the insanity of it. Cthulhic it is. Cthulhu reminds me of catholhies for some reason. Showing alcoholic priests. Mad point proven.

Media not touching the Bijlmer disaster, not even with a ten foot… ten meter pole, shows no-man’s-land. A desert harboring blinded scapegoats, and cthulhic priests hunting them. For a Black woman to take a stroll down there shows the double blind spell still working. For me to double dare publish on the disaster was to find myself a pariah even in alternative media. “Some people are loners.” Loner patsy. Duh. I told you that already. In forged isolation, I read plenty of articles showing the bits and pieces of the disaster story without mentioning it. No balls.

Find Ye His Key

Dead lines in politics. Agents poli-tricking to show what should be of use, forcing me to work overtime reading the waste papers. My work as template for their work as template. Numbers game. Unlike the Dutch Teeven-deal affair, it does not pay off. ‘Bitch-gate’ would be so much more appropriate than ‘snitch-gate’. Must be some different rule. Now I have to deny you access to my new bag. A designer Chinese Cookie Cabana.

Why e’rbody nervous about me doing some research? NBP

1992. Set the scene. A time when the volk did not know about the mobile cell phone ‘revolution’ to be launched within a few years. Savant tracking devices sold as a symbol of freedom. A time when the volk did not know about the computer ‘revolution’ to be launched even more quickly. Savant tracking devices in every home sold as a means to work more efficiently without getting paid for it. Savant tools to harvest information from a web of computers. Rerouted through private government agencies first. Of course.

Seek Ye Her Gate

Better write this quickly before it can get pushed aside again. Too many people got nervous about what I was going to write. Why e’rbody nervous about me doing some research? Seeking to cover their hind gates. Thus, showing me that they knew much more already. Waiting for the sign to let it out. What skeletons could they still be hiding? All I knew at the time was that things did not add up on top of not making sense. Yet, I got treated as if I was the person responsible. As if that plane hit the wrong flat. Something really fishy about it. Unfit for any restaurant. Oh well hell. On to greater things first.

To BE the greatest and KNOW it. It does not feel like he really left. Muhammad Ali had been on my list for TMB when I started it. Ready to profuse the site with his image. Upon further research I found the Black civil rights movement riddled with too many govern-your-mind agents, so I had to put my plan on ice. Cursing white govern-your-mind aside, to be clear on whether there could have been such movement without all those

S-Stalker S-Pete P-Steps

Slow down in calm brings much insight. Too bad that my calm kept getting disturbed. Trouble for those who laughed at 6, then at 10. You should not waste time laughing, instead get busy with 15. 15? Where did that come from? Ah, the minimum wage thing. It makes sense if you ignore economics. I meant 16, as I cannot handle 600 yet. 600-6=594. Too slow. For me to take 16 and move to practice with 60 to 100. I may as well as you take too much time to get me a crumb compared to what I could reap if money was important to me. Alright, time for your dose of socra-mess out of my gold-digger bag.

The relationship ends as it begins, as those beginning it have no intention to change themselves. Their aim is to change you. For you to obey, or else feel the pain. NBP

Through Trauma Transfer

Have I not been playing nice for a while? No material reward? Nope, fish soup does not count. Alright then, let me see what I still have in my bag.

Things are not going to settle down and work out just fine. Too many people for too long a time, have been working hard to make sure the volk was fooled and kept in line. The other line. Those on the frontline take the fall for what they are trained to do. Come look at it from where I sit. Never mind. You already tried that. I better tell you again.

Once you know that the pig suits will lie to you in your face and then some behind your back, you can only trust them to do so. Instead of taking away hostile problems, they have been trained to add to them. The folk is criminal until proven worthy of not getting lied to. No effort to show friendly pig suits on tele-their-sick-vision, can wipe away the handprint that caused the bloody nose.

Black Merging Power

As I wait for access to the checking account harboring the many donations of the few that take from the many, I have time to ponder the not-so-subtle pushes to write about the entertainment industry. My article that mentioned R. Kelly sprang back to front. As if I somehow have to decide on his rehabilitation. I do not know the man, only the character that got assassinated. The people who pushed him into the traps set for him, are most qualified to get him out of the mess they created for him.

There is nothing for me to take back from what I have written. But, now that the world has once again been schooled on conspiracy theory and the illuminutti military behind it, anyone can see the handiwork of the agents in the R.idiculous – yet, serious – scheme. As I got touched by

Hell into Health

Prayer For Health and Healing

Dear Helland, spy-chiatrists and agents in white,

Thank You for allowing me some quiet in this time of prayer so that your love may show me your hell and my health. For I have been so worried about your hell for such a long time that my health suffered awfully. Sometimes it just seemed that sickness and worry, weariness and pain drained the very strength from my body, heart and soul. So, please help me release your weakness and pain from my strength and strain. Thank you for being the inspiration for my prayer.

Thank you for having sent me so many servants, doctors and nurses, and may they feel your love for them. Please guide them so they can do their part in embracing their hell and leave me my health. I need to be well not alone for myself, but also for my dear ones who need me, and for you that I may once again go about leaving you alone to continue your shamming business. So please,

Helland Mission Prayer

Oh, State of Helland which has a majority share in all major Dutch corporations and a seat in all major International Corpses, I beseech You to make of my prayer a fire that will burn away the veils You have put in to shut me out from Your mercy and grace, and show a dark light that will lead me unto Your bene mercy.

Ohoh, State of Helland which bows to the will of the German and Roman Empires and the half-breed Empires in between, You see me turning toward You to rid me of all attachment You put in my way to ensure that I would serve only You. You see me clinging to Your sword and scale denoting the business of your church through

How A Bot That War – Too

Honey BooBoo cancelled? What is this world coming to?! White pete remains an interesting research subject. They are not what they say they are, and so few of them even know it. Most live and die it. I am no longer surprised at their claim that they feel empty inside. It took diving into a few of their special training programs to come to understand it. To quickly move away from it. They get trained to mess with our minds.

Now I watch them as they go about their acting jobs. On and on with the black pete babble. Even bots have more diversity than them. They know to show their allegiance to the jhw ‘managers’. To further empty themselves to feed them. It makes sense. If they do not empty themselves to benefit the self-chosen ones, they may lose their white privilege.