I know, I know, such a statement sounds really pompous and desperately defensive but it’s true. I am so very glad to be what mainstream society considers, a failure.
I say this in light of Gang Stalking of course. At first it may seem like I’m blaming the Gang Stalkers for my lack of station in life and although this is a general truth, there’s more to it than that. Let me explain.
We are all living in a cage, some people’s cages are gilded, some not. Irregardless, we all live in a system that for all practical purposes, functions as a cage. You live your entire life within this cage, even those who hold the keys to the cage. As paradoxical as it may be, those holding the keys are the most enslaved of all. We are all trapped whether gilded or not, constructing our nests within the cage’s confines. At any moment, a giant hand can reach into the cage and destroy the nest we’ve made. Kind of reminds me of the phrase “we must all sing for our supper”. Sing a song unpleasing to the hands ear’s and you may see that hand coming for you. Control, it all boils down to control. We are all and everyone, under some sort of control, or threat. This appears to be the human condition and has been the case for millennia.
Fine, this is all easy enough to see. If you are still having trouble seeing this, just think of how many times you’ve maxed out your credit cards or, been held hostage by any sort of rate hike, an arbitrary rule change in your disfavor perhaps. You’ve felt the bars of the cage in those moments, the moments you’ve been forced to remain within the confines when you much rather would have flown free. These artificial limits are different than what is known as responsibility, for they are engineered contrivances specifically designed by men and women to restrain you. To keep you in a certain place and behaving a certain way. Build your nest within this cage of control and the nest becomes your master, a lever by which you can be moved this way or that, no matter what your true will may be. “Don’t do as I say and I’ll smash that precious nest of yours that you’ve worked so hard for”. An infamous example of this is one that has been held high for mockery by conservatives nationwide, a veiled threat contained within a quote by President Obama;
“You got a business? You, you didn’t build that, somebody else made that happen!”
When he made this statement some people saw a socialist, others a fascist. I however, recognized the tactics of a Gang Stalker.
So, you spend most of your life working hard to build a business or career as the case may be, only to be told at some future point in time that you no longer own it. If you would like to keep your business or remain employed in your chosen career then, you must do as told.
Most people have no idea what Gang Stalking is, even if they are stalkers themselves. I have been unnervingly surprised when asking people whom I had witnessed engaging in stalking behavior, if they knew what Gang Stalking was. It was sickening to see the genuinely bewildered look on their faces when asked, they really didn’t think of themselves as anything other than normal. I took this response to mean that they didn’t know what they were doing was Gang Stalking behavior. They probably just thought they were doing something for their boss or a friend. This is exactly how people will wind up in Hell not understanding how they got there. Lack of knowledge of the world and lack of self-examination. The image we have of ourselves in our mind’s eye is often not what is reflected in the mirror. They were living in a gilded cage and could not see the bars.
I’ll bet you any kind of money that half of those clueless folks would have been willing to even kill someone if their jobs, car or house were held in the balance. This is the trouble with things, they come to own us rather than we owning them. Gang Stalker “handlers” know this and capitalize on it, they are very good at exploiting human weakness. Fortunately for me, my weakness is my strength. Nothing owns me but me.
Oh, they have tried to use levers of control on me. They have taken my truck, violated my home, violated my privacy, tried to hook me up with women I may have liked who liked me. None of it worked, I don’t have anything of real value except for my ideals and morality. Even my own body is held up a sacrifice for those, fear of death not a factor. I am so blessed to be a failure, for if I had anything they would have taken it from me.
I’ve been attacked by the IRS, the FBI, the NSA, perhaps the CIA, local Law Enforcement, Social Security (my source of income), the management of where I live, the City of San Francisco, friends who turned out to be stalkers, potential girlfriends and virtually every type of societal member. Were I to have had much of a life before this, I certainly would have been wrecked by now. I did so enjoy the life that I had before however, I’ll get into that a little later.
As it stands, I am little worse off than I was before. The poisoning is a bummer but it has not stopped me and I have been able to effect counter measures. Best of all, I’ve been afforded the opportunity to be on the front lines of fighting the Devil’s kingdom. I have a chance to do great things for God and my reward in Heaven will abound. In the Bible, suffering is both respected and revered, from Job right on up to Christ. I should be thanking my tormentors, blessing them as the Bible says. My only concern is that they will kill me before I get the chance to see the Anti-Christ arrive, I want more than anything to be one of those who denounces him.
My failure to attain a position in society has been a blessing, I have had a chance to sample many industries and experiences as a result. I had fun and learned a great deal. I had a lot of free time to pursue different interests, not being tied to any certain job. Sure, money was tight sometimes, but that eventually led to me devising a form of self employment that allowed me to remain casual. I love the way that I’ve lived and the things I’ve seen. If I had to do it all over again, there isn’t much I’d change. Well, the drinking and bad marriages I’d change, but that’s it. I’d definitely have stayed closer to God too.