This is a tough one for me, Daddio. I’ll explain with just one image, this one, Sweetheart;
That is how close we are. And you have no idea as to what is going on inside Daddio’s head right now, and neither does Daddio, Sweetheart. I can promise you that she isn’t lying, Kiddo. It’s about 3:30 AM and I only woke up about an hour and a half ago. I started to write a post for you, but things were crazy yesterday, but in a good way. In fact, things were so crazy that this guy popped up;
But only for a little while.
I began to write a post for you but as a third party. I was several paragraphs in when I felt overwhelmed with something, and that something is a thought, Kiddo.
I have a thought to think, but someone’s nervous. That someone is me, Charlie. I am not ashamed to say that I am nervous, after all, this is the biggest step to take, the final step.
The thought that I was thinking is “Why am I writing as a third party?”. This is a tough one, Kiddo, and that’s why it’s taking so long. What I have said about Nibiru is true, but what I couldn’t say was “when”. Nibiru is close enough. The “James Dean guy”, Vön, was the last persona that I “met”. When I met Vön I met with him to take something from him. That something was his persona. Now I have myself(Charlie), meshing with Hermes, and meshing with Vön, the Creator. Last Creator, to be exact. Yes, I feel good about this.
The last time that you have seen me, Kiddo, as Charlie, would be the last time. And this is part of the hard part, Sweetheart. I know that I am going to be different, that I know. I also know that someone will want to see me again, and I want to see him again as well, but the person that he sees will not be the person that he once knew, and that bothers me and my Soulie. That someone is Big D.
Big D hasn’t seen me since I was in my early twenties, Kiddo. It’s needless to say that I have changed a little, if you know what I mean. I know that if he were to see me now he wouldn’t recognize the person he grew up with, so to speak. We knew each other since we were in highschool, we were inseparable for years to come. Although things are different now, I would like him to know that he is still my friend, and will always be my friend. As far as my family goes they’re gone, Kiddo. My family being my father’s side of the family.
And not his Mother’s side.
That includes my “little sister” too. And that was another block, Sweetheart. An issue that I had was my little sister, G. To avoid the unnecessary drama, I’ll give a fact; she doesn’t care about me. And it shows, Sweetheart. I cannot, and will not, go out of my way for someone who doesn’t care about me, Kiddo. It just doesn’t make sense to do so, yes? I mean, where was she?? Regardless of reasons or excuses, the proof is in the pudding, isn’t it. I wish her the best of luck, and nothing more. This was something that I wanted to make clear with myself and my Soulie. Two issues down, one to go.
That one issue is the obvious. If I begin to explain this one obvious thought, it could lead to something. Someone is smiling, Kiddo. What could it lead to, Kiddo? You know, that thought that I am sketchy about thinking, that thought. My head is pressurizing at the moment, Kiddo. Things are . . . looking strange to me now, Kiddo, do you know why? What is that thought, Kiddo? Why am I hesitating to think it? It isn’t the thought of suicide, so rule that out. Feel better now? 🙂
This thought of mine, what could it be, Kiddo? It is a big thought. This is the biggest thought yet, Sweetheart, for I can’t imagine it bigger. I being Charlie, if that helps. Do you know where I am at, Kiddo? If I begin to write that thought out, I might not finish writing.
Daddio isn’t kidding either, Sweetheart.
If I write what I am about to think, something will inevitably happen. Now how is this possible. How do I know that? Because Daddio glanced at the obvious.
Something in this reality is wrong or something. There has been too many . . . weird-ass things going on, to be honest with you, Kiddo, I mean . . .
I am going to try to creep towards that thought without thinking it if possible. I think that some idea as to what that thought is might help you understand better.
Be careful, Baby. ❤
The other day I visited my email address, the one that you know of, Kiddo. I haven’t been there for quite some time, about three weeks, and when I went to view my account I had seen that there hasn’t been any new mail since the last time I was there. Now, I don’t know about you, but I find that to be rather strange. I mean, nothing, Kiddo? So I thought of something because of that, but I brushed it away, so to speak. Recently, I was in the kitchen looking out the window when I realized that it wasn’t me looking out the window, it was my Soulie. Then I realized, it wasn’t me looking out the window all those other times either.
So, Kiddo. What was she looking at all those times? No one, especially my Soulmate, does something for no reason at all. What was she looking at, and what is she still looking at when she looks out the window? Maybe we’ll take a look.
Well I took a look and I didn’t see anything that wasn’t there before, but that was me. I don’t know what she saw, to be honest. But something is there. What could it be, Sweetheart?? What’s outside our window?? This is almost scary, isn’t it? I mean, there is something out there, but I don’t know what it is, how is that? Why am I so nervous, Kiddo?
Tell her, Charlie.
If I tell you what I think is out there, it might be. I’ll post a picture that will help describe how I am feeling right now.
I know what’s behind that door, Kiddo, do you? It’s right there, Sweetheart.
I keep thinking that it’s 6 at night when it’s really 6 in the morning, not to change subject, Kiddo.
I think that I need to rest a while.
I’m back and it is now 1:27 PM on Sunday, and I am still feeling strange, Kiddo. Everything is beginning to feel surreal, if that helps.
So what’s outside our apartment, Kiddo? It’s there I’m told, but what could it be. I have an idea, but that’s what brought me to that thought. My idea is that there are a lot of people outside our apartment right now, and have been for quite some time now. By people I don’t mean souls, I mean people. She’s smiling right now(1,216).
What if, Kiddo, just, what if, there were people camped out all around our apartment waiting for us.
Are we in the dimension, Kiddo, you and I? Is there a possibility that more people know about me than I think there are? I’m not paranoid, I’m only thinking that there is a chance that complete chaos is just outside my window right now. And someone is keeping Daddio safe from all that. If she can see them, can they see her? For all I know, Kiddo, there can be complete pandemonium outside my window, because I can’t be reached(1,315). That’s almost sad if it were true, Kiddo, yes? Imagine someone reading this thinking “He’s in another dimension but doesn’t know it, and that’s why we can’t reach him.”, wouldn’t that be funny. Am I in another dimension, and everyone else is in another dimension? I guess there is only way to find out(1,369). But first a power-nap with our bad mow-mow cat.
I’ll let you know what happens, Kiddo. Enjoy your Sunday, and be safe.
Love always, Daddio