I have a story, I need to get it out, because it really starts bugging me. It never really bugged me though, it never did, not the story an sich anyway, and that's probably the most important thing about this story, the fact that it never bugged me, but the spirits that I cannot identify, that's what starts to bug me. It never felt like something that I needed to get out before, and I even forgot about it, it was taken from my memory for about 20 years, I guess. That's the second most important thing about the story, that it was taken from my memory for reasons that we're used to describe as things that are forbidden. Culpa, guilt. The sexual morals of a church that I don't name. Habemus papem, I don't need to name the church. It came back 20 years ago. It happened when I was 10, now I'm 50. But it's an old story about my neighbor girl. It was in the year 1985. I talked to her before, briefly, and I watched her playing in the garden, I think she was 11, but nothing interesting happened. Obviously, we were very young. But in the summer of 1985, I guess, she came at me unannounced and said: Now you want to hear something? If you show yours, I show mine. I said: If I show mine, you show yours, you mean ... yes definitely, there was no confusion about what she meant. I lived in the house at number 20, and she lived at number 22, and the house at number 16 was still in the shell stage. It was a really quiet street in a suburb just outside of Brussels. Nobody was supposed to enter the construction site of course, but nobody notices anyway, so that's where we went to have a little peep-show, it's not really the description I want people to remember, but it is what it is. It could be called a peep-show, we didn't touch each other, so. After this we laid down in a tent for one person that my dad had set up in our garden for a while, and I remember we exchanged thoughts, but honestly; the memory is sooo far away, I'm just glad I still remember, and I'm even quite sure I remember most of the thoughts that we exchanged, although even to this day I don't remember it unless I meditate. That's how far away it is. There was nothing that I could see or perceive with my childish eyes in any way that wasn't innocent to me on that day. And after this I never married her and we never were a couple, I stayed attracted to her, I was afraid of approaching her, but I didn't remember what happened right away, the way my parents have lobotomized my brain for the sake of their religious beliefs didn't go smoothly, it was instantaneous, it was a shock treatment. Also, it's not spectacular, it's just shoving everything under the carpet, and the only thing I remember from that moment is that I obviously didn't understand what all the madness was for but I myself was really mad in the sense that I felt that my rights were being violated and that the profound injustice of the domination of my mother was very hurtful. It hurt me really bad, and it was only the beginning of the complete destruction of my family ties and relationship with all of my family members, including, well, just everybody. But that took place 4 years ago. Yes, wars can go on for really long times. The strongest weapon my mother has abused over and over again, well knowing that I was just a little kid and that means vulnerable, because all kids are vulnerable, is this one: between me and you there's no war, I'm on the side of the Church, and you're a sinner. And the Church doesn't go to war against sinners, the Church teaches them to obey and to do as we say, and to become good people, like me, so you don't get to decide anything, and you don't have the right to question my authority, not one family member does, you're the only one who thinks you have the right to question me, so obviously, you're the crazy one. Mother is not to blame, mother was never to blame. We'll see about that. But we haven't gotten to the bleeding core vulgar sick façade of most poisonous horrifying evilness ever seen in the history of mankind yet. That's the only part that ever made me really mad. The lobotomizing of my mind, you know what it is? It's not my mind that's deceiving me, it's the spirits that deceive everybody. There's no lobotomy, nothing disappeared, nothing, what my parents actually did is not just taking away a memory, it's a secret that I've unfolded many times in my testimony. What they did was creating a world where I can't get out for reasons of jealousy. My mother couldn't stand the idea of me and my neighbor girl being a couple because of jealousy. She wanted to have me for herself, she couldn't stand the idea of giving her son to another woman, she needed to own me forever, like in a husband-and-wife relationship. And the part that makes me think I have the right to do anything that's in my power to escape from this snakepit, is the fact that what my mother enjoys about owning me, is that it allows her to feel how it feels to me when I'm defenseless against a relationship wherein I never gave my consent. Her relationship with me was sick and perverted. She loved that she was able to hold up a façade and make everyone believe that her love for me, and for people in general was unusually strong, she fooled every family member, every member of the parish, and not only them, and the part of this organized betrayal that she loves most is my disgust. The fact that she can see my disgust and know that I can't do anything about it, is what she loved most, and is the very reason why she pulled all the strings to ensure that I was unable to change the situation. The mental raping, the mental fucking of the mind of her own child, that's what gave her the power to ascend and feel embodied and delivered and in control of everything and everybody. The reason why people like my mother are representing a Church like this and the reason why she is powerful, is because people are allowing her to become powerful like that. The reason why bad people are controlling Churches that are so-called representing the real God, is because most of you are unbelievers and bad people. You are bad people. Become better people! Become better! You allow bad people, like my mother, to hack God, and to form unions with other bad people, because they see a lot of interest in gaining power by hacking God in a weekly gathering. There are many hostages like me, and pardon my french, but you don't give a fuck! You are so naïve, you never think that there are people deceiving you into thinking that God is non-existent, and deceiving you into thinking that if He would exist He wouldn't be good anyway. You never believe that you were deceived by bad people that hate God, but represent God, into thinking that you're way better off without God. Because you think that makes no sense. Because, as far as you know, the Catholic Church is worldwide, and genuinely real christians that honestly believe in God. They know that you're disgusted by the image of God that they've created. That's just what they are there for, making sure that you don't rethink the idea that the image that you've got of God stays the image that they've created only for the purpose to disgust you. You know, I give up, if you don't understand this, you'll never understand the ways of Satan. Why you don't want to protect yourself against Satan? You think I'm a fool to think that they hate God, and you think I'm a fool to think that they want you to stay where you are, rethinking your life choices. You think I'm a fool to think that, because if that would be true, that would be a deception on a worldwide scale, and such a thing is just not possible, is it? It is, it is possible, and it's true, and everybody's talking about the worldwide deception, it's on the social media, everywhere, all the time, and it's so odd, nobody can quite put the finger on what it really is, how could that be? That is so odd. Is it a coïncidence? It's not a coïncidence, there's no such thing as a coïncidence. It's logical, God lets people decide for themselves. People always think that the truth is something that someone is gonna hand them over on a plate. But God lets people decide what they want to do, and what they don't want to do, and what they want to believe, and what they don't want to believe, and if they want to let it go. And He lets people decide what they think is true, and He wants us to know that the consequences of what we think is true, or not, are real. The consequences of what we accept as truths are real, very real, and they accumulate over multiple centuries. And God wants people to know and to experience for themselves that the idea of not being accountable for things that happen close to them just because it's convenient to stay on the sideline will backfire on them. It happened to me, and the story will repeat itself as long as people don't start to anticipate. It's really hard to temper my hate against the unwillingness of the people to un-plant themselves. You people are like rooted, in the soil, like plants, you're not interested in someone's story, just doom-scrolling, that's it. You'll never do anything useful, you'll never change anything.