Truth be told some time between thirty and thirty three I decide that I never had to work again, I had a few hundred thousand dollars "saved" and Nanna had left me, and I was doing meth, and having a great time talking to God and hearing (and sometimes acting or living through) story and story about past futures, and timelines long gone.  I don't particularly think I will ever have to work a "normal job" ever again; I think this is going to happen for me, and for you, and for all the hungry people--for all the hurt people, for all the people who have a snake in their head and either do now or still do not know it.  You can chastise me and tell me you think I was wrong for doing something "normal" that I was well aware was making people "act funny," but the truth is paramount, and despite the fact that I wasn't enjoying interacting with them much, I was sure that what was happening would one day make the news--that it break this story, and I wouldn't have to do anything but tell God over and over to write the book himself... which, you can bet I did.  I think sometimes about the future, and hope to myself that these people will understand what "snake in your head means" and won't feel bad for "acting funny" for saying strange things that made no sense to them--picturesque really, of shows like Joan of Arcadia and Fallen.   Proof beyond doubt that there's a problem in this place, that our minds are being influenced against our will, and in a way that truly only helps us if it used to set us free... to harness this technology for the goodness of civilization.  While I've given us ample evidence in places like Shakespeare, and Roddenberry, and Simmons that this influence is very real--it is the testimony and the opinion of these people that I think will truly make a large difference in how well we move forward assimilating and adapting to these changes--that were coming anyway, that are part of the technological evolution of civilization.    Like me, they probably have spent quite a bit of time thinking about how much better this "kind of technology" could be used, if we had control of our own minds... they probably have ideas that might even be close to as good as my happy naked pool.  I hoped, and still do, that someone like Taylor will just come out and say "I am sure this person is who he says he is because I have seen him on a secret TV show, and a voice that speaks to me in my head and says it's me and knows everything about me told me so."  All of those things may or may not be true, only Taylor can tell you.

While you might think that's a good enough reason to hide me from anyone, you'd be wrong--you probably need the information that I have from these experiences.  Even more important than that, you need to understand that these things happened because of an evil conspiracy, and evil use of technology that should not be possible here or anywhere.  That's a big part of this evil story, this advil story of turning Hell into Heaven.  

Speaking of headaches...

There are some things that I would do here, if I had any help, or any money left; I would work on the two things I keep telling you we need to transition well to a world of automation and virtual reality: a system for communicating and voting that is not plagued by censorship, and a very well integrated mechanism for job placement--one that I would probably integrate deeply into our education system.  Still, I think I could get by hiding out on a catamaran and showing up at night clubs every once in awhile and dancing.  I keep telling you I'm pretty smart, and I really am--and on top of that it should be pretty clear to everyone listening that Creation itself is assisting me in nearly everything I do.  Still, I'm in this place, broken, and being controlled to do drugs in the false hopes that someone out there will care enough about me as a person to actually reach out and do something to "save Jesus Christ" from the cross.  Clearly nobody on this planet is that good, מותיכ to all of you.

I imagine that perhaps this little conspiracy had planned on stealing something from me--maybe this plan, this plan designed to help destroy discrimination and racism, to use a great gift of abundance to make our entire society stronger.  You have this plan now, and still seem to fail to realize that  it's focal point is still one person, it's still just me--and seeing just me not only delivers this plan from the tips of the fingers of Jesus Christ himself, it shows us a number of flaws in our society that have been exploited by hidden forces, and by people here--in order to steal nothing from nobody, or everything from everyone.  That's all this is.  So now you have this plan, and honestly, I think you should start by talking about it.  Thank me later.

I feel as if I am about to win the lottery.  In more clear terms, I feel as if I have already in my pocket a ticket for every single possible combination of numbers that could occur, and I am waiting for the world to decide that there should be another drawing.  That's how stupid you all look, you are keeping the drawing from happening because you don't want me to win.  That's great, thanks for that too.