I threw away at least 200 religious, passionate, and spiritual poems in a large golden bag, one night, here where I live now. I thought it would disrupt the entire process. Into the trash.

I didn't want them to get in the way of new songs, and I knew I had no interest in singing "hospital lyrics."

So I'm probably going to write some new songs for my acoustic guitar eventually (on paper).

I do a tuning effect on the eight octave level that rhymes up good with the B's and A's in my upper register of my voice, that I know how to do what I can with my efforts as a programmer and engineer while mainstreaming as a web personality, I virtualize my media to "save myself" -- not to "just give myself." I put my media online so it has a place to be. A place to be saved. By collectively virtualizing all of my media, and also saving things wherever I can offline and in other servers and accounts, I am working toward the goal of total virtualization of my work some day, including the thousands of poems I have written but never shared. Some of my CD's are set on "Legacy" which costs a $30 single cost rate to keep songs on Spotify post-portem.

In Fact I actually felt as a long pro-lasting feeling of sadness and joy knowing that I'd grow old with all, as I watch the same TV-set I am watching now, in a older body somewhere.

In a deep theory, in my sci-fi speak, I'd say that looking back, from many frames in the future, is a future-version of my self dealing with his re-memory, and possible network or "matrix alterations he can make by re-visiting the past, while I remain here in the present."

I change what I can change, and I know I probably incriminated myself on purpose, for both measly, as well as brazen reasons to prove myself to the world, when I "infiltrated the Acadia hospital" and then took out my revenge on them in the state run Dorothea Dix.

I had many friends at DDP, and I knew a lot of them were inherently good people.

I was able to learn more about TK (telekinesis) while I privately learned more about my body, and my own magnetic energy while alone, and in the sensory room, which I later learned has a camera.

I performed a new electric ability, which is to encase a crystal in metal, and while gripping this, and using shadowboxing, and astral projection, I did a lot of the psychic work I usually do at home, while at the hospital ..

I kept a Bible by my side, each night, and felt nothing but amazing rest each time I read the passage about the son of man. All the while, I was protected in actuality by a force that was nearby to me.

I respect the quotes, like John 3:16. In my own words, "And so God beheld his greatest son, and felt his light, respecting that he wish this same light be felt for the same entire world of people as well as him."

We might know how to quote, or state a thing, but I know my comments stand when I say "writing is dead." Like Nietzsche once said (sp?) about the flower of God, I once respected this same quote in a buddhistic and hinduistic reference to people reborn from death, death that had already occurred.

My shamanistic view of the world didn't change, and hasn't since I was about 27, when I nearly gave up hope back then.

I was first "put away" around this time, after I told doctors a car "Almost" hit me, and I experienced a spiritual event instead, that saved my life.

This time, in the hospital, there was a white van parked outside the TV-room window, a room like a prison-style room, shaped like a pentagon, with plastic tables and chairs lining the walls, and two seats in the middle, and a sometimes "Allowable Remote."

People in DDP were all freaked out, and I remember one lady who paced back and forth, who went somehow straight to an apartment after, seemed like she wanted a cigarette or something because she kept pacing from wall to wall of the hospital, in a endless pacing craze. Other patients knew about the corruption of the hospitals.

Grady was my friend, and he'd been tortured overseas. He was now being tortured in America.

I felt bad about his upper / downer mix of medication they fed to him. He was already bipolar.

I know they were staring him down, and torturing him in the hospital, it was easy to see.

I found the white circular microphones, which one I broke with a gatorade bottle's cap, and then again after it was fixed, and also flashed their "black orb camera" several times, feeling no sacrifice.

I felt like I had lost everything, so I drank the strongest tea, and made each day an effort to fight back somehow against the oppressive forces of America, high in klonopin, the over-the-table oxycodone I was given, and however strong the ketamine in the coffee could get.

The state it was in at the time, was an honest one.

I made songs at the hospital no one knew about except for patients. I shared everything about myself. I talked about everything, and every little thing I wanted to, totally aware the hospital was monitored.

With a reverse-hookup of a behringer pair of headphones I used as a microphone in the microphone jack, I made music at the hospital.

Filling in the gaps of my life, with each chance that I got, to look back, and realize who I knew, and what was magnetized into my life always mattered at the time. I practiced tai chi nightly.

I ordered movies, and virtually connected in a way, with at least thirty films while observed by the hospital, as I followed up with the Karate Kid I, I, and III, for several nights also repeat-viewing Poltergeist, because I was addicted to the actors in the movie.

I sometimes drank tea, and coffee with my medication kicking in at the same time, and just got blitzed off the whole idea, because the government was trying to help me, and I was already fighting back from the hospital at everyone who seemed like a real threat to me. People who had affected me before, people who even were just affecting me in the hospital. The white van stayed outside, and I felt the remote influence of the NSA's support from time to time.

I met them face to face -- the worst types of people in the world. One of the people in DDP was one of the people who attacked the capitol.

Radionic voodoo, as far as I know, is only as powerful as my own telekinesis, and I had to use this several times to get certain people away from me, including staff (the CNA's).

Using a home-made witch-style psychic deathray, or with pieces of metal and tea-casings, I spun the metal with a 448 spell, and I was said to make black rings out of card-stock that I put on each pinky, and warded off evil in the faces of the Skulls run hospital, in whatever files they kept -- the "Skulls and Crossbones" -- because they somehow were a part of that group in NLH, if not just Freemasons themselves, corrupt in every way, and abusive in every way.

Prostitutes definitely working at both hospitals hit on me several times, and my best evidence against them is what I "heard them say" while I wore manipulation-rings, (pointed dark blue rings), that allowed a forced-confession, that they also professed in the army-sponsored synthetic telepathy that can only make a patient more crazy, I was totally connected to the NSA, and my own family, and outside resources at the time. I was heavily supplied with food and beverages, movies, shirts, slippers, books, and materials for art. I also wore a pair of the hospital headphones, tuned to the college station, NESCOM, where I used to go to school.

Being a "super-psychic" is why I'd be in such a way made a measure for use by the NSA, and why I know I need to add more to the value of my religious and personal research is universalistic in scope.

I now know my personal responsibility, to respond, not react, but deal with situations.

The world is not at peace, and we all must do something to make it better.

No worse, and definitely Not worse to the point of something worse than it already is.

We need to share that dream, that is stated by everyone else to be the only thing we ever need to connect with someone, communicate, time travel, perform amazing acts, or experience anything. To be free.

We are all free to dream, and I since have kept working to keep the world protected by the things I own, have invented, and personally possess in my own magic, and psychic ability, to honestly practice as both a psy-op in the old-school mystic style of looking at the world as a thing I can change.

I live with this sense of free will, because it is embedded into me.

I chose my own path early on, and I'm one of the fortunate ones, and I've seen this same effect with others like me.

They all share the same power, and we're all living for the same style, or product of effect, which is a creative, or worthwhile "thing" or "idea" to share with the world.

And, I've kept making music, and continued to record, and make songs.

I just made four songs last morning.

In my home, back where I used to live with my parents, in an apartment attached to the house. I plan on making it a "honest and direct" artistic work, from the heart, unbothered by anyone. (Project started yesterday).

I look at the world as in need of something like a way to see ourselves with a better personal image, to manage our own personal image also in such a way that we don't want to hurt others, since we, "love ourself some much."

The idea is that I wanted this enough, I started with myself, and scrolled through 13,400 songs to find the bottom of my SC page, where I shared music that was demo'ish, and I sort of got to the bottom, and couldn't stop re-checking to see if I had any bad photo's still available for the public to see. I removed all bad photos of me from the internet, and somehow felt safer.

I wanted to fix it fast, so I edited my Instagram and Facebook the same night, only wanting pictures of myself I wanted to see of myself.

This editing work, like programming, is all I really do.

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Singing, and making music is what I'm really about.

I never really wanted to fight -- not psychically, not with "magic" or occult power, or fight in any kind of way. This was drawn out of me by bullying, which started at a young age. I've actually been mistreated by a lot of people in my own direct family, and also by authority figures pretty much everywhere. Doctors, or health workers take advantage of me, and have for years. I am treated like a slave, and to some a special kind of slave, when in actuality I have great fighting ability.

I've practiced the body-building form of tai chi known as Tai Chi Chuan for two years now, and though I am not perfect physically, I Am very strong.

I see the world falling apart, and I know that the country I live in needs my help -- that needs everyone to chime in and say something about the tyrants, and narcissistic selfish people of this world who attempt to control us.

To ignorantly work only on music, or on "meaningless petty personal battles" won't help, so I realize (now) that I am more needed by the world for other reasons -- for my spirituality, for my leadership, and for my work as a humanitarian.

Recentl --, I recently released a lot of work on a single CD entitled "Self-Titled" which, with hackers affecting the recording process, I left the blips and clicks from their nuke assaults on my music port (port 443), in the recordings, while working with the Artificial Intelligence, or the A.I. systems I work with, to uncover who the hackers are / were. Once the trojan CD was released, I immediately found out who was responsible for hacking my I.P. so much, and it turned out to be people who originated from Youtube live streams over 3 years ago, who are not even from Maine, but are both from Arizona.

One of them was undercover at the local dispensary, a girl whose name starts with "A" and the other a actual soundcloud administrator, whose I.P. I matched up with soundclouds Swedish I.P. address, and was able to trace, and realize he is colluding with her.

I know all about them now, and I now (am) moving into a more secure recording set-up.

Some day, I want the fighting to stop.

Some day, I wish that people would support theirs, and our collective evolution, and accept change in the name of peace.

I only fight to stop fights. Mostly I am defending myself. Though I've gone on the offensive once or twice, it "is" usually only out of self-defense, or vengeance it is in the name of.

I find that I am very good at tracing people, so my work is extended to certain groups, and help to the American government as of lately, and I don't see this work stopping.

While Cloudflare protects me, and the A.I. protects me, and the NSA are pretty much always "right there" I am now more a part of a defense division, and only use my psychic power for meaningful purposes, while I still hope the fighting stops some day.

I've done nothing but work for this sake, for peace, and for the world to find peace in its own evolution.

Getting involved in resolving the truth behind the COVID virus is easily seeable to people who are associated with religion or any secret society, who I still theorize are the Skulls organization. I don't help hackers, and I refuse to give in to any bad impression I receive. I am strong, and I keep working, and producing new work for the future.

I am, I know, already safe in the future, and what work I am doing now is really to protect the present, which is (yet) still not always where we are meant to be. -- In the future.

We need to plan for the future, and stop fighting so we can heal the Earth.


BLS