Corona

Hello, Chelsea, we hope all is well with you and yours, Today is Tuesday March 24th, and here is where we are at.

Due to the corona virus NY is in a state of emergency, the shelters and the churches are now closed. So we are now in a building called a POD, it is located on police property. No, we are not in jail, but the jail is right next door. An interruption? Not really, this facility is perfect for finishing, so to speak. We are 36 hours in.

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Unless something changes, which we doubt, this will be my last post. The next post I would like for my wife to write, with her own hands of course. Chelsie, Elsa and Friday are ready to go as well as Alex and Maia. (It’s Maia, not “Carolyn”.)

So where are they? They are about several hundred feet above me, in that long, black, triangular craft. The craft is cloaked, obviously.

One nice thing about being in this new facility is not needing to carry our backpack to the church to sleep, this is an all in one shelter. Our backpack is quite heavy, and it was becoming difficult to carry in a weakens state. Speaking of weakened states, is there a corona virus? I haven’t seen any proof of it, all I have seen is propaganda. Something to think about. I’m not saying it isn’t real, I’m asking “where is the proof?”.

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We have more to tell but we are going to wait for our daughters to tell it, after all, they do have a lot to say. In the meantime be patient, and mindful of your surroundings.

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

Love, Von

XO from all of us

 

 

Solo

Hello, Chelsea.

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They pulled Chelsie out.

Yesterday I had fallen asleep in the day shelter for about an hour and Maia saw a window of opportunity, so she took her. Chelsie is now home getting suited up.

Tonight I was told to eat something, so I had some baked ziti. Shortly after my stomach began to hurt. Remember someone saying that pasta gives Hera gas? Just curious.

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Right now I am the only one inside this suit, Hera, Maia and Friday are still communicating with me via microwave transmissions. Elsa is also getting suited up, any ideas as to whom she will be, Chelsea?

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By the way, February is Black History month, but March is right around the corner.

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Also, Friday will be coming as herself.

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When I discovered that Chelsie was out of me I didn’t know how to feel. At first I felt quite sad for I didn’t get to say “goodbye” or “I love you”. Then I felt a little glad that she was now out, for that was the last thing that was needed to be done. The DHG is a result of having two “souls” in one body at the time of transformation. No DHG for me. Even though I have Hera, Maia, and Friday communicating with me and helping me operate this suit they are not here “soul-wise”. Big difference.

So by now I think you know whom I will be. I can’t be Von because that name is tied to my body back home. I can’t be Thor, the original name of this suit, because it has been modified, greatly. I could go by a new name, like “Bob” or “Sam”, but what fun would that be? Exactly. And besides, the suit has been saying less of “voice” and more of something else, or, of someone else. I will say that it is interesting to feel Maia scrambling to quiet my suit down whener I clear my voice in the presence of others.

Hmm.

I think that I will stop here for now, Chelsea, I have more to say but it can wait, right now I’m feeling rather tired. I will try to write tomorrow.

Have a good night, Sweetheart, stay warm, be safe, and keep it stellar for Chelsie.

Love, Von

XO

 

 

Suiting up

Hello, Chelsea, I hope that you are doing well, today is Tuesday the 25th of February, and here is where we are at.

Valentine’s day was a no-go, I didn’t know that it was a holy day, and it wasn’t going to happen on President’s day either. Since then we took it right to the threshold to see what would happen. Something happened .

That was three nights ago.

Alex, Carolyn and Elsa are getting ready, Chelsie and I are ready to roll.

When will it happen. Soon. That is all I will say. If I give a day my daughter will prove me wrong.

When it does happen my wife and daughters will be there in their suits, Carolyn will come later.

Who will we be. I think you already know.

Why am I here. Well, when you need something done right you do it yourself.

Will this be scary. Oh yes it will.

Will the subscribers get their gift. Yes.

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I was going to write about why we are here, but we think we”ll save that for Chelsie. Is it interesting? It’s mindblowing.

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Sometimes things don’t go as planned, as you can see. I have given more ETAs than I care to remember, and I apologize for that sincerely. The other night while I was sleeping my body began the transformation process by eliminating a possibility of error. It was quite scary. But now it can’t happen again. All that I need to do is to stop eating and drinking for a few days, a “few” to us is more than two and less than ten. With my body in the shape that it is in I would say “closer to two”.

That is all we can say for now.

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Chelsea, enjoy your day, be safe, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von

XO xo

 

 

 

 

Tells like mean spirit

Hello, Chelsea, we hope all is well with you and yours. Today is February 1st and no, we didn’t meet our goal, but we are so effing close its not funny, according to Alex and Carolyn. Chelsie is in bad shape still, I keep telling her that she’s only dragging this out and suffering because of it, but after the other night I think she is ready to get this over with. I won’t say what happened, but it was enough to open her eyes, so to speak. Speaking of speaking, my voice has been at the surface nearly all the time, however, Carolyn has done most of the talking so it hasn’t been as intense as when I speak.

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This post’s title. Any time we have is spent learning new information, which is good. What is not good is the information. I mean, it is beneficial as usual, but it isn’t good for anyone else, unless you are part of a select few like Chelsea and the rest back at FB. Now when I say that everyone with the exception of about 10 people will be leaving here I do not say it with a malevolent tone, I say it factually. Also, it will not be my doing. We know of only the equations GOD shared, we don’t know, or didn’t know, of the ones he did not share. Two words; “holy fuck”. I have been told that if I try to change his equations it could cause problems, big problems. The best I can do according to Carolyn is to overlap his equations with mine that are almost identical, like keeping Chelsea here. I think that what we all here are saying is that I can’t save everyone. There are people that my daughter wanted to be saved, that has changed. However, once my daughter and I are back home with that select few I will be able to summon their family members, but in the meantime it will be “lights out” for everyone else.

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Thinking. I already see how people, some people, could think that I will be erasing people because I want to and what I had just told tonight is to cover myself. That is not the case.

What would you prefer, indefinite sleep or two heads? Has anyone tried to imagine living as a two-headed person? I have. As Carolyn would say “fuck that shit”. Trust us with that. So lights out it is.

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Carolyn gave me an “ETA” knowing in advance that this wasn’t going to happen by today, I won’t share that date, but its not that far away. We are doing the best we can under horrible conditions, becoming homeless was not part of our plan, but we can still do it, just not as easily as it would have been if Charlie’s cousin went to go see him 5 years ago. Yes, it’s been that long. And we’re done with all this.

Hmm.

Alex and Carolyn are heating up, so I think it best to call it a night. As far as that date goes, let’s just say that I would like to give my daughter a heart-shaped box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day.

Have a good night, Chelsea, be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von and the family

XO xo

 

Again

Hello, Chelsea, I hope you are well and staying warm. We are at it again after i took an icy parking lot to the knee a week ago, I dropped like a ton of bricks. Our goal is by the end of this month, Alex and Carolyn are beginning to lose it, Chelsie and I too. Carolyn swears that this will work, so . . .

We are now at a different church, this one we walk to and from, it also keeps the food away, so to speak. Chelsie is starving right now, she’s more hungry than thirsty, which is good, since we haven’t any food. I have become used to not drinking, so that’s covered. I must say, what a horrible experience this is. But! It can end in less than a week.

Also, Chelsie will be there when it happens, meaning, I will have my daughter with me when I wake up, which is very good.

I would write more but I am not feeling good, for obvious reasons. I will write again when able to.

Have a good night, Chelsea, be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von

XO xo

 

Blast Radius

Happy New Year’s, Chelsea, I hope that all is well with you and yours on the first day of 2020. Today we try again, as much as I would have liked to finish before the end of 2019, the year as a digit sum bothered me, I find 4 to be a stronger number than 3. 4 was Zeus’ number. The Romans called Zeus “Saturnus” for whatever reason. But that’s another story.

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According to Alex and Carolyn, the moment I become myself people within a set radius will disappear from this dimension and appear in the dimension with DHG. The radius will be more of a sphere, “as above, so below”. This sphere is a buffer zone. Anyone other than myself who is inside this sphere will vanish. If anyone outside the sphere should touch it they too will vanish. The sphere is invisible. Do you see a problem?

The sphere will surround me as long as I allow it to, according to Alex and Carolyn. So if I were to travel north the sphere will travel north with me, erasing everyone within its radius. So what is the radius. The radius is huge. That’s all I will say about that.

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And don’t forget about that shopping spree in Manhattan.

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Will I feel bad about thousands possibly millions of people vanishing as soon as I get here? No. What was once 10,000 is now down to about 1,000, and we’re being generous with that number. Those subscribers will still receive their $100,000 gift, per Carolyn, how much time they will have to enjoy it I don’t know.

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Hmm.

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Will this have a “happy ending”. I would say “yes”, but only for a few. Although, all those who wanted GOD will have him, however, he will not be what people expected. As Carolyn would say “hey, not our problem”. Tis true, Chelsea, tis true.

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Anyway, it is back to starving for my daughter and I, this post was simply an update and to wish you a Happy New Year. We will write when we can.

Have a good day, Chelsea, be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von

XO xo

 

 

Poets

Hello, Chelsea, I hope that you and yours are doing fine.

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We are still shooting for by Christmas. My skin was so itchy until Carolyn pointed something out, and that was to avoid anything with sugar. Sugar is crystalline, so when it’s coursing through my skin it makes me itch uncontrollably. My skin is still itchy but not nearly as bad. Thinking about how I was scratching my skin I remembered a poem that d’evil wrote on Facebook. The funny thing is I remembered that poem, possibly word for word. The poem was called “Candlepants”. I am going to share that poem, whether it is read or not is up to your readers, Chelsea. Here is the poem . . .

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“Candlepants, Candlepants, 2,3,4,

He’s scratching at your window, he’s clawing at your door.

Candlepants, Candlepants, 5,6,7,

He burnt up Hell and he burned down Heaven.

Candlepants, Candlepants, 8,9,1,

He gets away with murder because he’s the only son.”

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A year or two before that little gem GOD wrote a poem as well, the poem was called “Match”, here’s his handiwork . . .

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“To burn the world I toss a lit match,

if you stand very still you might save yourself a patch.”

Poems that contain rhymes contain mathematical equations. D’evil’s poem contains 9 numbers in 3 groups of 3, with all the groups having a digit sum of 9. 9 is my number. Clever, yes?

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Two nights in a row I experienced a headache unlike any other. Also, I was hallucinating inside the day shelter for those two days, I had thought that the 54″ flat screen tv was a cellphone screen. Today my fingers keep cramping up in knots.

Alex and Carolyn swear that this will work, and that nobody is going to die, we only need to get close.

I hope they’re right.

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Oh, the two churches. One church is called “Christ Church” and the other is called “Quaker Church”, the church that we mostly use.

Just for the record, I’m not into all this religious nonsense. I’m more business-minded. Just for the record.

That’s about all for now, Chelsea, we will write when we can.

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Have a good day, Sweetheart, be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von

XO xo