Thursday, April 09, 2009

I'm Tired Of This Place

I'm so tired of this place. This manipulated illusion. It is not balanced, it is not fair, there is no justice. If there is a God, then why isn't he/she/it doing anything about balance? Why can't we create a lasting permanent peace? We could be living in a really nice place full of spiritual growth, truth, love, and no persecution. Instead we live in a place where Starfire Tor is pondering writing blogs on all the kinds of people that ARE persecuted here.

I hate this place. It's stressful and there is a soul virus going on that corrupts us all. There is a worm manipulating TimeLines and Reality in order to get what it wants and to prevent us truthful loving hard-working people from getting very far. WHY? Because we are persecuted. I have been persecuted my entire life, by pretty much everybody. Friends, peers, family, possible love interests, authority figures, and complete strangers. Am I persecuted because of my skin gender religion etc etc? No, I've been persecuted whenever I've told the truth or wanted to search out the truth or simply questioned. I've actually been persecuted for looking younger and being "smaller" than everybody else. My dad held me back in first grade not for scholastic reasons or bad behavior, but to "grow up" not because of my maturity level but because of my outer LOOKS! When was looking younger than you are something to be persecuted against? When was having a different but normal muscular-skeletal structure that made you seem smaller (I was not a runt, it's hard to describe, I don't know how to describe it because to me it's just me and it didn't look abnormal at all).
I've been persecuted for lifting people's spirits, bringing joy into a room and lightening up a place. For trying to be a nice sweet funny smart gentleman, I get women who persecute against wanting to date or stay with me for very long. They all want the bad boys, the criminals, the socialites, etc. I admit I am not that worldly, I'm more Wordly.
I'm persecuted against for being different. Doing my own thing, taking my time, observing, sensing patterns, thinking some things may actually be true (TimeShifts, crop circles, UFOs, aliens, alien abductions, evidence of civilization on our other planets, big foot, cutting edge researchers like William Henry Starfire Tor Maurice Cotterell, Freddy Silva, Andrew Collins Christopher Dunn's Giza Power Plant, Moustaffa Gadalla's Egyptian books, Atlantis, 2012, PSIence, ghosts, Lawrence Gardner, "Misquoting Jesus" "Magdalene Legacy" "JESUS The Man", "Holy Blood Holy Grail" and other books that question religious dogma, etc), for making mistakes misjudgments miscalculations being clumsy being stubborn being an imperfect human trying his best to be honest and loving, and just in general trying to express my soul.
That's the thing. I can't express myself as my pure heart, as my naked soul.

WHAT IS THE POINT OF BEING TRAPPED IN A PLACE WHERE WE CANNOT BE OURSELVES AS OUR PURE HEARTS OR NAKED SOULS??????????????????????????????

Angels, fairies, whatever god is if it is anything, help us please! There are some of us trying to save the world like Starfire Tor. There are others like us on ID trying to wake up and help too.

I'm so upset at being continuously stressed, frustrated, flustered, attacked, ignored, misunderstood, misused, abused, teased, seduced, laughed at, drowned out, taken advantage of, confused, confounded, stopped, feeling defensive, rarely becoming short with people, once in a great while lashing out, being bored, depressed, angry, irate, near-driver's rage, wanting to rant, feeling unappreciated, not wanting to talk to my friends, feeling persecuted, worthless, unconfident, not loving myself as in knowing myself, risking being hypocritical and so on and so forth that this crazy evil greedy unjust deceptive world does to me. To us all.

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S GOOD AND HOLY MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP
CEASE AND DESIST ALL EVIL ACTIVITIES
ALL WE ARE SAYING ... IS GIVE US THE VORTEX PEACE PRAYER NOW AND FOREVER

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