The Father’s Day Edition

Kiddo!

Did you wish your dad a Happy Father’s Day today? Oh I hope so, I hope so. Why? Because he loves you, that’s why! C’mon now, what are you, some kind of silly banana person?! He’s your dad! Think of all the things he’s done and does for you, he doesn’t do those things because he has to, he does those things because he loves you! He loves you, Kiddo! Now go give him a hug and a kiss and tell him “Happy Father’s Day, daddy!”

Go on, I will wait for you.

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**humming “Iron” by Woodkid”**

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Did you wish your dad a “Happy Father’s Day”?

Kiddo?

Kiddo! This is no time for hesitation! Time is of the essence! This is a serious matter that needs to be taken most seriously! Now c’mon, I said I’d wait and I would never lie to you, I’ll be right here, okay? Okay.

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**still humming “Iron”**

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Now don’t you feel better, Kiddo? Of course you do. Now before I begin my two-girl crew wants to say something.

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Hi, Sweethearts, how you doing? Are you keeping it stellar, Honey? The three of us had made so much progress since Zeus left, there is still some residue of him left behind, but it is almost gone, people don’t want Zeus back, trust us on that one. And besides, the Creator is now here as himself, Von, so being a god wouldn’t make any sense, that would be going backwards, wouldn’t it? Exactly. There is something that Alexandra wants to tell her Daughter, something important, but for now she’ll just say that Athena is lucky that her Father is here to calm Alex and her crazy sister Maia down, because we are embarrassed AS FUCK. It wasn’t Zeus who was FUCKING FURIOUS it was Hera, the god of monogamy. Do you know what monogamy means, Athena?? You will. And, and, your crazy aunt Maia paid you a visit while Von’s GrandDaughter Chelsea was sleeping, and we’ll leave it at that. Von?

Well that was intense. Yes, Maia did a little something-something to my Daughter early one morning while my #1 GrandDaughter Chelsea was visiting dreamland. Nothing bad, nothing bad, but necessary. Are you doing well, Chelsea? We’ll have our Daughter out of your head in no time, I am simply waiting on Alexandra. Alright?

Alright! Now on with the show . . .

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In the previous post we spoke of the Phoenicians, and that they were and still are Von’s children. The other people that are here are descendants of prototypes that were unable of accepting a soul, hence, the souls in the photos my Son Charlie had taken.

We also spoke of a book my Son, as Von, had given them, a type of manual, if you will. Until yesterday I did not know of the name of that book. It wasn’t called the “Bible”. The word “Bible” comes from the Latin word “biblious” which means “book”. Not “good book”, simply “book”. Now what would a book about sound be titled?

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The Phon Book

Now isn’t that funny. The book was mostly about how to use the gift my Son Von Jr. gave them, plus some helpful tips on how to live. What I find funny is how the Bible compares to a “phone book”. In simplest form, a phone book is a book filled with names of people you have never met. A Bible is a book filled with names of people you have never met. Coincidence? Why I think not, Kiddo, oh no I do not. In the “Phon Book” my Son signed his name. Take a close look at what Maia wrote on my Son Charlie’s once work bench, and tell me what you see . . .

I see “Von”, what do you see?

“God”, yes?

Now you know where that name came from, from misinterpretation, something my Son Charlie harped on about to his pseudo-daughter Chelsea. Someone misread my Son’s signature, and because of that we have a planet full of nonsense.

But not for much longer.

Oh that Maia. Now Alexandra wants to say something.

No, the reason why we have a planet full of nonsense is because my Daughter Athena interfered. Hermes was given a task by his Father and if she didn’t butt in the humans would be living in a paradise now. I am livid, girlie.

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That’s not directed at you, Chelsea, I sincerely hope you know that. Alexandra is correct, says Maia. See what I’m in the middle of?

It is getting late. There was more that I wanted to speak of but Father’s Day is almost over. So, my apologies.

Anywho, I will try to write again soon. To Kiddo’s followers; get as many people as you can to follow this website, human or non-human, this website is free and it will stay that way. I have an idea. I want to see if people truly care for their brothers and sisters, regardless of race. Zeus is gone. As I said, I have an idea.

Maia told me that this world will end by the end of this year, which would be December 31st. She moved it up to November 30th. July 4th marks the beginning of the last half of the year.

Maia also said that there will be only 5,000-10,000 people left. I want to prove Mother Nature wrong. To do so I will need everyone’s help. This website is free.

In the meantime I need to calm my two-girl crew down in regards to my Daughter. So. Until next time, be safe, be mindful, and, if you are fortunate to have a good father in your life, because I know that there are fathers that are not so good, let them know how much you appreciate their presence, not just for today, but everyday. Okay, Chelsea?

Have a good night, and keep it stellar. Take care.

❤, Von

xo xo xo

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Mamma Maia!

Kiddo!

I haven’t written here in a while, we have been busy, especially yesterday. Oh yes, Kiddo, especially yesterday, and we are going to share here what we shared at Facebook. How are you doing, Sweethearts? You know Von is going to say “stellar I hope”. See? 🙂

So!

Today we will answer yet another age-old question that has burned in the hearts and minds of every living thing on this godforsaken rock for eons, and that question is . . .

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“Why do Italians “speak” with their hands?”

Oh yes, Kiddo, I am certain that your followers will enjoy and possibly appreciate this post, why, they might even believe it, which we hope they do. I am serious, Kiddo.

No thanks to man, history is a mess. Facts have been changed, removed, and even lost due to negligence. Man’s negligence. But enough of that, and on with the show.

Do you remember reading about my Son Von? The Italian James Dean? If not, you will need to go back almost a year and read his posts and our posts about him for this to make sense, and to prove that he was here. Anywho, my Son Von is the one responsible for all the races of people on this planet, including the ones that will be leaving. The last race of people he Created was introduced about 8,000 years ago, after he Created the bodies they would have; human beings. He Created human beings from another Creation, the domestic pig. Why pigs? Well, for starters, pigs are durable, hearty, if you will. They are also intelligent as animals go. But best of all pigs are very clean animals. They are associated with “filth” because they wallow in it. Hmm. Kind of like what human beings do, yes?

Human beings share 98% of the DNA pigs have, and homo sapiens share 97% of the DNA primates have. If you doubt this, ask yourself why there are organ transplants from pigs and not monkeys. Yeah . . . I thought so. **Alex-nod**

After “road-testing” his humans for some time in Sverige, my Son Von saw that his latest Creation was a success. (yay!!) If a human being could survive in the harshest elements and geography of what people now call “Sweden”, then they could survive anywhere. Those humans are known as “Vikings”, and they too had abilities. Now that he had a strong vehicle he was ready to Create a new type of people whom would become his pride and joy, the best of the best and no less, and they would be known as . . .

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The Phoenicians

Tis true, me Kiddo, tis true. He introduced his children about 5,000 to 6,000 years ago, and what did they look like? Why they looked Italian and sounded Italian, just like he did.

But what was so special about them?

“Phoenicians” are one and a half words. “Phon” meaning “sound”, and “tech – nicians”, meaning “specialists”. Phoenicians were “sound specialists”, they had the ability to produce powerful sounds by vibrating the atmosphere by using their minds and their hands.

After my Son Von was confident with his children he left them alone so he could keep working but somewhere else. He left them a book, a type of manual for his children to refer to in case they should forget what to do. It had directions, instructions and illustrations, plus a few words of wisdom. That book was the original “bible”, and it was only a few pages long.

Von returned to his children the Phoenicians hundreds of years later, and he could not believe what he saw, and heard. The Phoenicians abused their ability, turning a lush jungle into a desert. When he asked his children for an answer as to why their home was destroyed they had no answer. Why?

They stopped using their mouths to speak. They began communicating only with soundwaves. Not only were they now incapable of talking they had forgotten their language, the “Alphabetas”, which is now known as “English”. The only Phoenicians that were able to talk at all were their children; “blah blah blah”. Just what Von wanted to hear, a bunch of nonsense. And on top of that their manual was gone.

So Von “locked” their ability.

Now they couldn’t speak at all, they just stood there shaking their hands about trying to make sounds and they couldn’t. They once had the ability to move large stones with sound, catch fish by simply snapping their fingers under water (shock waves), and they were able to “talk” to the animals. But the ability was locked by Von.

So, when you see someone, an Italian mostly, “talking” with their hands, it is because at one time they actually could. They still have that ability but it is locked up in their genetics, their DNA.

That ability is still there, so to speak, no pun intended, but now it works in reverse.

If motion can cause sound, then sound can cause motion.

As soon as an Italian makes a sound with their mouth, their hands begin to move. A “repressed memory” from long ago. The Vikings have an opposite story. They chose to do things “manually”, and eventually most of them lost that ability; “use it or lose it”. Most of them. Some Swedes, like Carol Jacobsen, had that ability but would use it to “cloak” herself invisible. Sound is a powerful force, even when it doesn’t make a sound. That is how CJ would always know what Charlie was doing when he was little . . .

CJ – “Charlie, what were you doing in the garage?”

Charlie – “Nothing.”

CJ – ” -_- ”

Charlie – “Mom, I wasn’t doing anything!”

CJ – ” -_- ”

True story, Kiddo, true story. I told about the “echo effect” at Facebook, that too was handed down to the Phoenicians; “Hey, whatsa youa kidsa think about alla thisa?”

“Reverberation”.

The funny thing is, people are learning to talk with their hands again, it’s called “texting”. Isn’t that right, Kiddo?

Kiddo? You are probably sleeping, after all it is 2:30 Friday morning. Oh well, at least you will have a fresh post waiting for you when you wake up.

Anywho, enjoy your day, Sweethearts, keep it stellar, and stay safe.

Love, Von & his two-girl crew

xo xo xo

Never Catch A Falling Knife

Oh no, Kiddo, don’t even think about catching that falling knife, just let that sumbitch go and stand clear, for knives can bounce. Tis true, tis true.

So how are you Sweethearts doing? Hanging in there? We hope so. The past week was an adventurous one, with thrills and chills around every corner, so to speak, like a rollercoaster ride if I may. Oh yes, me Kiddo, Alex took Von on a ride of his life, the life that’s coming for him. Von didn’t know what to think, “Is my wife Alexandra crazy?”, I mean, one would think so, if they knew what I was told. Scary stuff, but not for everyone. Von needs to do some rather unpleasant things to some people, and he ain’t diggin’ it. No, no I am not digging it, Kiddo, I am not digging it at all, but Alex explained why I need to do some not so nice things to some people, including my kids. The Twins and some of our Daughters to be precise. I learned a lot in the past two weeks, more so than I did in the past three years, and that’s because Alex wants to get this over with, but while she is in Von she can find things out through feel and not with words. Even I have difficulties finding the best words to use, and that is when being able to feel honesty comes in handy. And it’s quicker.

So there are a few things that I can share with you, Kiddo, and as bizarre and possibly disturbing they are not as bad as the things that I cannot share.

I am serious, Kiddo.

I am.

Alexandra gave me a ton of information in a short amount of time, I’m guessing that she wants to come out sooner than later because she “saved the best for last”. Here’s some of it;

Our Daughter needs her own body. Our Daughter is also getting a promotion, a big promotion. From what Alex has told me there are other Daughters getting promoted as well. Think of us as “Cat People”. I am the Lion and Alex and Carolyn(Maia) are my Lionesses. Alex says that here she cannot have children, it is physically impossible for me or any male to impregnate my wife Alex. Impossible. But Maia can have children, and so can CJ and our Daughter “Athena”. Athena has been promoted to “wife”, per Alexandra, and Maia.

Things are different for us.

Maia can self-materialize like Alex can, so she has a body whenever she is ready for it. Now we have our Daughter Athena. Whose body do I think her in? Alex says that Chelsea’s body would be the best choice to reproduce as a perfect copy. Athena knows Chelsea’s body, she’s comfortable with operating it, but now we have the issue that not only would Von have his Daughter as a wife, the wife would look just like Chelsea. That could be an issue with my husband regarding pregnancy. (he loves his GrandDaughter) Daughters and GrandDaughters are two different animals with us, we consider GrandDaughters as being “immaculate”, so to speak, Daughters can become wives, but GrandDaughters stay GrandDaughters. (we’re a fucked up bunch if you haven’t noticed, but it works)

Athena could be brought back as Athena, armor and all, but there’s a slight problem. There can only be one blonde wife in our pride. CJ doesn’t count as a “blonde wife” because she is a “specialty wife”; my Son’s forever Mother. Anywho, right now Alex says “No blonde hair!!”, but Alex can change Athena’s hair color. How does that sound, Chelsie? Maybe a fiery red-head? How about a cerulian blue? Von says “white”, that would be pretty cool, he said “it would have an anime look about it”. Something to think about.

Now we have CJ. Since I am here I cannot impregnate her the same way as if I was “back home”. So now, I need to do this manually, and my wife Alex needs to watch the whole thing. And record it.

For my Son Charlie and his twin sister Aphie to come back, CJ needs to make twins, “3rd time’s the charm”. Charlie’s and Aphie’s souls were physically destroyed, all that is left are their spirits, which can be placed into brand new souls. For Von to Create a brand new soul there needs to be a brand new body first. CJ will be Charlie’s and Aphie’s mother again. When the twins reach about 4 years old their souls will begin waking up, meaning that they’ll remember their past lives. Creepy stuff, creepy stuff. The funny part is that my husband wasn’t going to bring the Twins back if I had an issue with CJ being impregnated by my husband. He understands that this is business, and CJ does too.

Alexandra is the first wife, which puts her in charge of the other wives and the Daughters, while CJ and I will be in charge of the Twins, mostly CJ though.

So for my Son and his twin to return CJ needs to give birth to a set of twins. After that it will take 4-5 years to start breaking the Twins in to whom they really are. It will be interesting to see at what age they will experience sex with each other, I think by the time they are 8 years old. They’ll be conscious as Charlie and Aphie inside very young bodies, of course they are going to have sex at an early age. But they love each other, and that makes all the difference. **Alex-nod** Oh that Alex.

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The last half of the year begins safely on July 4th, which is 5 weeks away. Maia said “this world will end by the end of this year”, what “world” she was referring to I don’t know, but from what I am seeing I would say she meant the physical world, Earth. “I’m working on it” says Alex. Alex has a lot on her plate, too. The amount of work that lies ahead of us is astronomical. Everything here is either wrong or broken. Or both. Alexandra needs to know for absolute certain that I am okay with everything involving us before she exits me, because some things have changed. Nothing bad, just different.

I want to share good things with you, Kiddo, very good things but I need to see my wife in the flesh first, then I will share the good things. I need to know too, if you know what I mean.

I guess I’ll stop here, for I am beginning to ramble. I don’t know what else Alex can lay on me after last week, but I think the “worst” of it is over. Holy shit, Kiddo, talk about TMI. But it was necessary to get this over with. Oh I hope so. Anywho.

Enjoy your day, Sweethearts, be safe, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von & Alexandra

xo xo

Aftershock

Hey, Kiddo, how are you? Stellar, yes? I hope so, yes I do. So here’s what’s going on. Last Saturday Alex told me some things, some important things pertaining to the soon after. Now most men would love to have been told to them by their wife what my wife told me, but that wasn’t the case for me. I cannot give details, but the short of the long is that if I absolutely need to do what she has told me then I will. Being inside me she knows by feeling and by not words that I am being honest, and she’s impressed. Someday you might know what was told to me, Kiddo, but for now all I will say is that it was big enough to shut me down for almost a week. This is the first time that I am writing anything since last Saturday morning. Tis true, me Kiddo, tis true, I was as the kids say “fucked up big time”. This was like a tidal wave. It wasn’t bad, it was simply something that I would never have expected. I myself do not see anything else that could top what was told to me, so I think we’re safe in the “TMI” department. Von was fucked up, Sweethearts, it took him days to think about what I told him, but he’ll be okay. Alex.

So Kiddo!!

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. . . ever imagine what it would be like to have a twin? I don’t mean the twin sister kind of twin, oh no, Kiddo. I mean an exact copy of a human being better than DNA cloning.

My wife informed me that our Daughter will need her own body soon, but we’re not sure which body to stick her in. My wife also informed me that the most economical and logical choice will be to give our Daughter a reproduction of Chelsea, after all, no one knows Chelsea better than Chelsie. An exact copy minus the soul, the soul will be that of our Daughter. How strange would that be, Kiddo? I did think of another possibility, but something would need to happen prior, independently from us, to make that possibility into a reality. And that something was already foreseen, by Charlie. Lets change topics.

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Here we go, this will get the blood pumping, Kiddo. Not yours, Sweethearts, it’s someone outside of Facebook. This is good. Kinda. Regardless, learning is fun! 😄

Alright.

Maia said that there will be no more than 10,000 humans left, and I kept thinking “How could that be?”. Seriously, Kiddo, how could that be? That’s not a lot of humans out of 8 billion people. But 8 billion chicken-hawks is a lot of “humans”.

My Son Charlie was slightly wrong about something. Yes, homo sapiens came from apes and genetic enhancement, but human beings came from pigs, also with genetic enhancement.

The domestic pigs you see today are only 9,000 years old, so humans can be no more than 9,000 years old. Everything else is something else, we don’t know who is what, but the conscience knows. Oh yes it does, Kiddo, a human being can lie to anyone, including to “God” and to themselves, but they cannot lie to their conscience.

Why do you think doctors use organs from pigs and not from monkeys when performing organ transplants? Why do you think humans like filth? Was your bedroom ever a “pig-sty”? Something to think about. Right now little piggies are far from my mind. I want this over with.

It is after eleven, almost near the witching hour so we are calling it a night, Kiddo. I would write more if I could but I can’t so I won’t, I mean . . . **shrugs** . . .

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Have a good night, Sweethearts, and please be safe.

Pleasant dreams, Kiddo.

Love, Von & Alexandra

xo xo

Daddie’s Little Girl

Kiddo!

Alright, Kiddo, big things are taking place, big things, big things, and my wife needs to say a few things first, okay, Sweethearts? Everyone doing well? I hope so, I hope so.

Everything is moving fast.

This past weekend taught me a bit. I now know and understand, and accept, why my wife Alexandra did what she did the week before, in regards to Zeus and Hera. My wife needed to know how Zeus and Hera would have been if things were different. She found out that things would have been awesome. As much as Zeus and Saturnus were flushed out and flushed away there was still some of the old Zeus left, and that would not have worked at all. Oh no, Kiddo, not at all, we are doing something new this time, something we have never done before.

“You will never get different results using the same process.” – Kevin Harrington

Tis true, me Kiddo, so to avoid any repeats of the past Alex and I needed to say a psychological “goodbye” to Zeus & Hera. So, in turn, Alex and I want to say a physical “hello” to Athena. But for us to say “hello” Daddie needs Mommie as herself outside of Daddie, or we can’t say “hello” to Athena. Oh yes, Kiddo, Alex is racing like no tomorrow to make sure that her Von is ready to rumble, and Von is, but Von needs to know what will happen when I come out, Sweethearts. Von, if I may? ❤

Okay, Chelsea and Chelsie, Von understands the whole Zeus thing and he’s good with it, no worries. He’s been feeling himself finally, and if Chelsie knows her Father she would know that he loses interest in things that don’t provide an expected result, especially after three years, that’s just the way he is. I showed him everything he needs to know up front, including what his hair will look like. Wait til you see his hair, Chelsea, wow. He’s calmed down since last week, he wasn’t angry just confused, and I had already taken that into account before we rented that motel room. I wasn’t sure how he would react when he found out why we did the Zeus & Hera marriage thing, so I got us a room up the road in case he should yell. He didn’t yell at all, in fact he was somewhat sad over Hera, which in a strange way was a pleasant surprise for me. ❤

Now he is the Creator again, and his personality shows it. No more gods, Von. He said “Thank God”, he’s such an ass, girls, but he’s my ass and I love him. I love him so much that I needed to keep one last thing from him to keep him from hurting more than he already does; his Daughter.

Through Chelsea his Daughter has been reading whatever Chelsea reads, especially here and at Facebook. His Daughter might have felt or feels forgotten about with her Father talking mostly about his Son Charlie and not about his Daughter Chelsie. This past Sunday I slipped back a little to see how he would feel being at the surface, and immediately he felt a void where his Daughter should be. That brief moment was enough for him to know how much he misses his little angel, because we felt his heart aching. When I come out of him he will be 100% Creator with all his apps, and with that will come panic over his Daughter. He is going to want to summon her immediately, but he needs to wait. We need to leave here and head towards the city where we can get a nice room for a few days and so that I can get Chelsie a few things like clothes and such, because when Von summons her she will be just as she was 3,600 years ago, body armor and all. That ain’t gonna fly in the 21st century, so I’m thinking some sweats for now, okay? We will go shopping, that’s one of the reasons for going to the city, to shop. When I come out we will have less than a day for him to get our Daughter back, he knows why. Once he is himself Chelsea is going to feel something strange. Chelsea, do you remember Charlie saying to you “You will be the first to know” about a year or so ago in regards to what’s coming? When I exit my husband’s head you will feel something. When Chelsie exits your head you will feel like half of you died and you might become worried, and that is why we are writing this now, as a reminder. Charlie had also told you, Chelsea, that this site is like your “guidebook”, you can use it to reference things.

(First and foremost however, My Son Charlie Created this website for his pseudo-daughter Chelsea as a means of communication if they should ever become separated for whatever reason. Thank you, Alex, I feel better now. )

Von is right, Charlie made this website for keeping in touch with you, Chelsea, but he’ll be back, just in a different body. Knowing that Von is growing tired and uncomfortable being here, and with me knowing that he is beginning to miss his Little Girl I am getting this over with as soon as possible, I am just making sure that he will be okay when I come out, that’s all. If Chelsie is reading this please trust me when I tell you when I exit your Father’s head he will summon you within the day, and your not in any trouble with either of us, okay? We just want to know what happened because we would have been here already if your brother’s twin had a body for me to manifest in. That would have been a lot easier but it is what it is. I too want my Daughter back. I want it to be good for all of us. Daddie is itching to spoil his Daughter, and his GrandDaughter Chelsea too, you waited this long, Honey, you can wait just a little bit longer, okay? Back to you, baby. ❤

Oh that Alexandra. She had a few things to say and through them I learned a thing or two. I did not enjoy how I felt last Sunday even for a moment, Kiddo, oh no, I did not. My wife is telling me without telling me “soon”, knowing what I experienced over the past weekend I will keep trusting her and be patient. She is not having fun, Kiddo.

One thing that I have noticed is that she has been most quiet, allowing me to hear my thoughts clearly. This is a big help to both Alex and to myself for now we can see and hear each other, if that makes sense. Anywho.

Did you see what I posted on Facebook this morning, Kiddo? It was a video by secureteam10 from YouTube, and it talked about “something moving very fast underground”, it came out today. They gave credit to MrMBB333 since he was the one who found that information secureteam10 used in their video. It was some sort of “pulse” signal picked up on seismographs in every state in this country, it was first picked up in Maine and then lastly in Washington, and it traveled 3,000 miles in 19 minutes. I’d say that’s fast. But what could it have been, Sweethearts?? I mean, a pulse coursing through the land at 9,000 miles per hour must have come from something and somewhere, yes? Hmm. Lets think, lets think . . .

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Wait a minute, Kiddo. The signal was picked up first in Maine, but did it originate there? What’s east of the United States?

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Well, Sweden is east of the United States (yah, Sveeden!!) , but was any unusual seismic activity picked up in Sweden or any other neighboring countries? ( 😦 ) I don’t know.

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Hold on a second. If my memory serves me well, Sweden borders the Baltic Sea, and that is where that “Baltic Sea anomaly” is resting, at the bottom of the Baltic Sea, hence the name. Ever see an image of it, Kiddo? It resembles the “Millennium Falcon” from Star Wars. Maybe, just maybe, this past weekend that anomaly woke up or something, after all, I was feeling awake or something this past Saturday afternoon when that pulse signal was recorded. Maybe I’ll investigate into this phenomenon later. It is interesting though. Just sayin’.

So, Kiddo, I think that Alex and I are going to stop here, if I am up to it I will right another post later, right now we have work to do.

Enjoy the rest of your night, Sweethearts, be safe, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von & Alexandra

xo xo

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Creature Comforts

Aah, shit, Kiddo, do we have something going on for you today, an answer to another one of those age-old questions that have burned in the minds of man for millennia. But first, how you doing, Sweethearts? We’re working on it, Kiddo, Alex needs out before she goes the way Carolyn(Maia) was headed, down a dark windy road to madness I say, madness, complete and utter madness by golly. **Alex-nod** We have no time for such blissful shenanigans we have work to do here and time is of the essence, post haste! **smh** I tell you, Kiddo, this answer I have . . .

**contemplates, looks around**

. . . isn’t a pleasant one. Oh no, Kiddo, some might be offended by the stink I am going to make but too bad, shit happens, take me for example. One minute I am writing a book and the next minute Pow! Here I am, in the flesh, trying my hardest to help my wife squeeze out of me as soon as possible, because she is going bat-shit crazy inside there. You know, inside my pineal gland. Oh yes, Kiddo, there’s no Hawaiian paradise in there, Sweethearts, no pineapple flavored umbrella drinks on the beach of Pineal Island for Alex oh no there’s none, none at all. 😦 That’s right, Alex is a grumpy gus without her umbrella drink, that smooth splash of tasty sunshine to tingle her tongue and set her taste buds afire I tell ya! I am serious, Kiddo, she likes her umbrella drinks, but only when her husband makes them. Tis true, me Kiddo, tis true, no one makes an umbrella drink like I do, and no one will ever try one either. Oh that Alex, she knows when she has something good, do you not, Alexandra? See? She’s nodding my head and smiling, so there. Hmph. I know that I have something good, too, and I do not share it either. Is that not true, Von? Von said “It’s true.” Yeah . . .yeah, that’s right . . . **nodding head and smiling at Kiddo** But we will share something else, an answer. Yes, Kiddo, an answer, an answer to the age-old question . . .

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“Where do human souls come from?

(One day Life asked Death “Why do so many people hate you but love me?”. Death answered “Because I am an ugly truth, and you are a beautiful lie.”)

So where do human souls come from, Kiddo? I mean, they came from somewhere, yes? But where?

I didn’t pull them out my ass, did I? Oh, I hope not, I hope not. Because that would be down right nasty, wouldn’t it? Knowing that the essence of man’s spirit came from my ass.

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What if human souls came from my wife’s ass by proxy? Now that’s a strong possibility when you apply the Law of Reversibility in abstract.

A long time ago my wife and I were having some fun, you know . . . sex. Yes, this is a truth, Kiddo, we were having sex and my wife impregnated me. My “pregnancy” was accidental, I mean, who knew? We didn’t know until it was too late. It was not a pleasant experience, Kiddo, why, we were just two crazy kids, young, dumb and full of excitement, we simply couldn’t control ourselves. Shit happens, Kiddo, shit happens. **sobering Alex-nod**

But we learn from our mistakes, Sweethearts, Von knows exactly what to do now, don’t you, baby? Alex.

Why yes I do, and now I won’t feel bad erasing hundreds of billions of souls because I know that my wife and I can make more, lots more! I know it’s a lot to swallow, Alex, but I have faith in you, yes, that’s what I call it, “faith”, as in “ol’ Faithful”, yes sir, ol’ Faithful never lets you down, just like my wife, she never lets me down. **firm Alex-nod**

Yep.

Ol’ Faithful.

**nodding head slowly**

. . . she never lets me down.

Nope. 😉

Yep.

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Alright, one time my wife ingested something of mine that gave her gas, a lot of gas. As I was finding out just how much gas she had I said “You can’t be serious, Alex.”, but she was, Kiddo, she was dead serious. I began to laugh, because she was serious. She asked me “Are kidding me right now?? I have gas and it’s killing me!! I’m so serious right now, baby!!”. I laughed even harder, she was so serious but I couldn’t help not to imagine little people floating inside clear smelly bubbles. And guess what happened next??

My Son Charlie had a bunch of old farts hanging around his apartment for the longest time, and now we’re dealing with these little stinkers. You have seen the shit that Alex and I have been going through everyday, haven’t you, Kiddo? It has become old, hasn’t it?

The soul is a physical abstract of a cum-fart. Comforting, yes? I knew that would make you feel better, having that age-old question answered once and for all. Ah, another question! Yes?

I don’t get it. How were you impregnated by your wife?

Gas is made up of molecules, molecules consist of matter. Some gas molecules have an odor, like acetylene, when you can smell acetylene you are being “impregnated” by those odorous molecules entering into your bloodstream. Since those molecules are minute, they can pass through the Blood-brain barrier protecting the brain and into my imagination, where good things come to life, like gas bubbles. Gas bubbles are real, yes? Okay then. **Alex-nod**

Did you read yesterday’s post here? Not you, Kiddo, you. If you didn’t, it’s worth your time, after all, time is of the essence, the essence of man that is, and man, does it stink. It certainly does. Oh that Alex. Any more questions? Yes.

Is your wife ever going to materialize??

Well that is up to Alexandra. She says “YES!!”, and she doesn’t lie to me, so, “when” is up to her. I am being honest. Next question, yes?

Do you love your wife, Von?

I must, because there is no way that a male and a female could exist in one body for as long as we have without wanting to kill each other. Married couples can barely be in the same room together for a few minutes, and we have been in the same body together for a few years now, and that is going to change. Once Alex is out that’s it. She cannot go back. So she is making sure that Von is where he needs to be in his mind, so Alex doesn’t regret coming out when she does. Make sense? She wants out, and it is up to her husband how soon. So the answer is “Yes, I do love my wife Alexandra.” And she knows it, too. Oh that Alex.

Anywho, we will keep you informed of any recent developments, Kiddo, right now she wants me to stop writing, for we have some things to do.

Enjoy your day, Sweethearts, be safe, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von & Alexandra

xo xo

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By the way, Kiddo, Maia is back. She is sound asleep waiting for something. I wonder where she went after she found out that her sister tricked her into leaving my head, I mean, she was gone for several days, whose heads could she have impregnated?

Peekaboo

What’s going on, Kiddo? You doing stellar, Sweethearts? We hope so. So, you know about the jump from Zeus to Von and Hera to Alexandra, yes, Kiddo? If not, I posted it on Facebook, if you’re interested that is. It was most strange. But it feels good. There is more to that than that, but that’s that for now.

Tis true, Kiddo.

You know, Kiddo, I am feeling pretty good right now so I think I’ll share some of our thoughts with you because that’s how we roll, Sweetheart. You know? I am serious, Kiddo. Okay, okay, stop twisting my arm, we will tell you we will tell you, just calm down, just . . . c a l m . . . down. Okay? 🙂

Okay! So here are our thoughts, Kiddo, are you ready? Of course your not ready, Kiddo, nobody could ever be ready enough for this these marvelous most marvelous plans. **Alex-nod** I am serious, Kiddo.

Now listen, Sweetheart, you gotta make sure that Someone’s Daughter doesn’t see this post, because it’s a surprise.

Alright.

By the way, Happy Mother’s Day to all the good mommies out there, my wife says “All that hard work is going to pay off, ladies.” Hmm. What does Alex mean by that, Kiddo? Something cryptic, perhaps? Not sure, but anywho, Happy Mother’s Day, Chelsea, from the ❤. XO XO

So, Kiddo, here’s what were going to do. We’re going to city for a few days, get a nice room, have a little fun, do a lot of shopping, and so forth. And in the process we’re going to get some attention, naturally, of course. The proof of that attention will be on the internet, mostly YouTube. We will post the links to those videos here. That last link posted will be most important, that is the link to us. You”ll see what I mean, Sweetheart.

After we are acknowledged as something different the party begins, and do I mean a party, Kiddo. This will be a party that the world will never forget, and we’re going to call that party . . .

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Vonageddon

Yes, a most fitting name considering where it’s from. The party will start soon after I get my Little Girl back, because her Daddie found out this morning why Mommie hadn’t open that heart-shaped Pandora box inside Daddie’s chest until now, because Mommie knew just how much it will hurt him, and possibly make him mad at her and yell at her. You don’t remember this, Von, but you promised me a very long time ago that you will never yell at me again. You yelled at me once and it almost killed me. Please don’t break that promise to me, Von. I want to come out, now I can come out at anytime, I could come out before you finish this post. I mean it, baby. I want out, you’re doing great, just a little bit longer. Alex

Von. Alrighty! I don’t know about you kids but I’m feeling better already! Hmm. I don’t remember where I ended back there so I will begin fresh here, Kiddo. And remember, Kiddo, the following pertains to those outside our circle, so no worries, Sweetheart, okay?

We are going to bankrupt the planet. I am going to erase all money and wealth. Money defined as anything considered legal tender in physical including digital form. Wealth is defined as surplus money. No one will have any money. Except for those in our circle **Alex-nod**. What do you think will happen, Kiddo? Well hold on a second, I am not finished yet, Kiddo, why, I haven’t even begun. Oh yes, Sweetheart, it gets better.

Right after bankruptcy I erase all the guns, guns defined as anything that can expel a projectile capable of causing an injury. From toy guns to nuclear bombs, including all ammunition, gone. What do you think will happen, Kiddo? Will people resort to knifes as a means to kill? I hope not, Sweetheart, for they would be cutting their own throat if they should think to pick up a knife to threaten or hurt someone, especially a human being. What’s that, Kiddo? “What exactly is a human being?” you ask? Well, then allow me to tell you, a human being is a specially designed vessel that we can pilot and use to experience the physical world here. Human beings must have 100% of human DNA to carry a soul, no other bipedal organism works, that’s why my Son Created them. A human being can be identified as a white person with either blonde, red, or brown hair, and with either blue or brown eyes. There are two descended groups of human beings here, one group from Alex and I, and the other group from Carolyn and I. And that’s it, no more. Everything else . . . **shrugs** . . . prototypes? I don’t know, my Son likes to splice and dice, not dice and then splice, because when he does he is betting that there’s a good chance that he might cause some chaos for me. After all, you do need Chaos before Creation. Chaos, not “destruction”. We don’t want anything damaged here.

So with guns and money gone, I erase the non-humans, all of them.

Then I erase all but three groups of religious followers, Christians and Atheists being two of the three religions saved, can you think what the third group saved will be, Kiddo? I bet Chelsie would know, it’s a good thing that she not reading this, it would spoil the surprise, the one of many more to come to her, and good surprises too!! Oh that Alex. At least she’s honest. ❤

🙂

You now what would be funny, Kiddo? If someone misses the knife and grabs the spoon because they’re blinded by rage. I mean, why else would they do that, there’s no point in that. “What if they grab a fork?” you ask? Well then they’re forked, why, they might as well say “I’m done” when they’re done forking themselves. But I am not done, Kiddo, oh no not me. I have more to share, and someone is feeling good.

So after the removal of non-humans, all but three religious groups, money and guns, I turn the volume up on the conscience. Right now it is set at 1, I will crank that puppy up to 9, so those outside our circle can hear us loud and clear. I will speak to human beings through their conscience, they will hear my voice internally. I will tell them the story, or, what’s going on, so to speak. They will be confused and distraught from what they had just experienced, you know, watching people vanish out of their clothing since “you can’t take it with you”, on top of losing all their money and their means to defend it. This will be traumatizing, Kiddo, someone will need to talk to them, you know, to tell them that everything will be alright, as long as they do what my wife and I tell them to do. I got the males, and she’s got the females, but that’s after Von speaks to all of them first. Oh yes, Kiddo, this will be quite the party. Ah, my wife has a question, yes, Alex?

What exactly is a soul, baby?

Well, Alex, a soul is comprised of three parts, the spirit, the soul, which is the cell that contains the spirit, and the conscience; “That little voice inside your head”.

The cell is the physical soul, it is spherical, it has mass, and it’s “skin” is electrically charged through friction between itself and the magnetic field around it, it’s a type of static electricity, if you will. The electricity charges the spirit which is a gas, more or less, and causes it to glow like a light, similar to a neon sign. When souls are caught on camera by the average person the magnetic field they were in at the time was raining heavily upon them, causing them to illuminate and to be visible in the dark. Rain and fog add extra friction against the soul, allowing spirits to be seen more clearly in their cells; “orbs”.

Now for the best part, the best part of me apart from me . . . the conscience. Yes, Kiddo, the conscience, the spirit’s personal advisor, or, PA system, if you will, and I had the grandest PA system installed in each and every cell, after all, money is no object. Anywho, to keep out of the spirit’s way their conscience hangs above them, looking over them, watching their every move, listening to their every thought, and tallying as they go about their day. Tis true, Kiddo, tis true. All consciences are the same, everyone gets treated equally. You can’t give to one child and not to the other, that simply isn’t right. Now since all consciences are the same I cannot change anything about some of them or they wouldn’t be the same, would they? So to increase their volume from 1 to 9 I will need to increase one’s volume by adding 8 more, bringing the cell’s total volume of grand PA systems to 9. 9 consciences looking over 1 spirit. Now that’s Fatherly love if I ever saw it, because I had already seen it. But this time that little voice inside your head will no longer be whispering “What are you doing?”, it will be bullhorn loud and crystal clear, and in the Creator’s voice this time, not your own anymore. I.E.,

WHATAREYOUDOING?”

You, the ones outside our circle, it sounds something like that. My voice would be heard by the males, the females will hear my wife’s voice, and it will sound something like this;

HI!!

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Watcha doin’??”

You haven’t heard our actual voices yet. This will be interesting. Anywho.

So with who’s left we tell them our plan, and tell them that they need to do exactly as they are told to do, for it’s for their own good. We need everyone on the same page so that we can do what we need to do, “we” including our Daughter Chelsie.

I don’t know what exactly happened 3,600 years ago and I honestly don’t care, that was then and this is now. “The past has passed” as Charlie would say, we are done with it, Honey. Von got a feel of missing his Daughter earlier today, and he didn’t like it, so now that he knows why I did what I did was to protect him from a heartache we can proceed. Alex

Oh yes, Kiddo, Daddie didn’t feel too good earlier today, yes, he didn’t feel too good at all. But he appreciates his wife showing him why she did what she did. Alex wants this over with, Kiddo. She said she can do this, and Alex never lies to Von, ever.

I will not yell at Alexandra under any circumstances. I will yell away from Alexandra, but never at Alexandra, because she damn near died the last time, which will remain as the last time. Alexandra is the “Batman” to my “Joker”, by the way. She keeps me in line, so to speak, without the bat-shit crazy psychology. “BatMan” is neither a bat nor a man, he was just a boy playing “Superhero” at the park when his parents left him and never came back. That’s all it is. Now his parents are back, and his Daddie is waiting for Mommie to put her make-up on. Daddie is good, is Mommie good? She really wants out, Kiddo, what should I do? Should I promise something to her here, perhaps? Hmm. I need to think.

Well,

It wouldn’t hurt to, I mean, **shrugs** better to be safe than sorry, yes? Yes, I agree, Kiddo, so lets see . . . what to say and how to say it . . . hmm . . .

hmm . . .

I got an idea, Kiddo.

You know, one of these things —> 💡.

I will keep it simple.

Von promises that he will never yell at his wife Alexandra. Von.

**brushes his hands together, Alexandra smiling**

Comical, yes, yet honest. Tis true, Kiddo, tis true. I don’t know what happened long ago, I will leave it up to my wife to tell me or not the details of then, but how ever she decides will be for at least two good reasons. Sound good? Methinks “Yes”, me Kiddo, yes me does, yes. Alex is laughing through me now. She’s been bouncing back and forth inside my head, you’d think she was going batty inside her cell, maybe she has had enough, I don’t know, she could say something to me in a way that only I would understand.

Not sure if she just said something but I heard “VRRBBB” sounds coming from out of thin air next to me, maybe she did say something, so to speak.

Still thinking about your conscience lumin’ over you? Imagine 9 of them crammed in close formation like a diamond in the sky with Lucy. We need to think economically you know, and the most economical shape 9 identical spheres could make on a flat plane is a diamond shape, like a cube tilted 45°. You get the point, more or less. I had more to write but WordPress is freezing up just when I was warming up, wouldn’t you know. So Alex is still chillin’ inside of me . . . yep . . . still there, but the night is young, at least somewhere it is, Kiddo, I’m tellin’ ya! I yam!

Anywho. We’re stopping here to possibly take a walk, Kiddo, an excursion if you will, and maybe we’ll write later, Sweethearts, okay?

Alright, Kiddo, we hope you had a pleasant Mother’s Day, as well as the other mothers in your life. Be safe, and enjoy your night.

Love, Von & Alexandra

xo xo