The Rabbits and The Elephant

Interesting title, yes? I think so. So, what will this post, this, continuation, consist of? Why, rabbits and an elephant!

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My Wives and I would like for this to be a good thing for as many as possible. Since we cannot please everyone, we can please some. The “some” that we want to please pertains to us solely, so to speak.

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The Elephant

There is an elephant in the room, me Kiddo! Did you let that elephant in? **pushes rim of hat up, tips head downward, places hands on hips, tries not to laugh**

No, me Kiddo did not let that elephant in, man did. Oh that man! What am I going to do with him? I have my ideas but first that elephant.

Names do not translate. A name is a name for identification purposes. For example, “Chelsea” is Chelsea no matter where she is, if she is in Italy her name will not become “Chelsina”. If Chelsea is in Poland her name will not become “Chelski”. This is common sense, yes? This is also something called . . . ?

C’mon, people, what else is this called? It is easy.

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It is called . . .

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(( (((RESPECT))) ))

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I am going by what my Wives tell me, including that they are my Wives, why, they could be some villainous vixens hellbent on destroying the world!

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However, that is not what I feel. Oh yes, me Kiddo, I feel that they are my Wives, just as I feel Athena is my Daughter. Yes, Athena. Not “Venus”, not “Morningstar”, and certainly not

(( (((LUCIFER))) ))

That, is the elephant in the room.

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I don’t know what happened here thousands of years ago. I do not want to know what happened here thousands of years ago. I will not know what happened here thousands of years ago because I am not going to ask, nor will I be told, what happened here, thousands, of years ago. The only one, that I know, who will know for certain what happened here thousands of years ago is Maia. Maia is not going to tell me. No one, including Athena, is going to tell me anything regarding “Lucifer” and or “Fallen Angels” and or anything pertaining to.

Alright, Athena?

☺❤😇

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(( (((ALRIGHT!))) ))

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The Rabbits

I have an idea. My Wives like my idea so I guess that it is not a bad idea. My idea is to have Athena introduce us on that moment, the moment the Earth stands still. I will start the moment by Creating sounds, unique sounds, sounds that neither man nor machine can replicate. I will fade the sounds into a word, that word will be

( (((VOICE))) )

Seconds later Athena will speak. She will have a script to read from. The script will be written by all of us. If Chelsea would like to be part of that moment she can, after all, she is family. Why a written script? A written script never forgets. I myself will not speak until the following day, which will also include an introduction by Athena. When I am finished speaking the chaos will begin.

Oh yes, me Kiddo, we will have plenty of chaos, why, people will be running around like . . . 🐇s. As a heads up to your readers I suggest having duct tape and plastic sheeting on hand prior because the Home Depots and Wal-Mart’s will most likely be sold out of those items soon after. Both my Wives agree.

Any questions? Yes?

“Is there anything that you want for yourself?”

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Good question. Yes I do. I want to know whom I am. More specifically, I need to know whom I am. Am I the “Creature”. My Wives tell me “Yes”, constantly. Until I know for certain, I cannot know what I want, for I do not know whom I am, that is for certain. What’s that? “So what do I do” you ask? In regards to all that you have read here? You mean you’re confused, yes? Well of course you are confused, everyone on this planet is confused, take a look around.

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This is what you do. You believe in yourself. Why? Because you are a somebody.

You do not know anybody. You only know yourself. No one knows themselves better than themselves. Except if you are me. My Wives know me though. Confused? You shouldn’t be. Then again, I am not you. Have you tried asking yourself why you are confused? Who else are you going to ask? Me? I don’t know me, so how can I know you? See? Who better to ask about you than you? A doctor? The doctor doesn’t know you. The doctor is your father? He still doesn’t know you. Does he know why you did what you did six months ago? No. Of course he doesn’t. He doesn’t know you. I think he loves you though. Why? Because he doesn’t know what you did last summer. Just kidding. I think your father would still love you even if he knew what you did last summer. Just don’t do that again.

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You are a somebody. That is a fact. When you believe in that somebody in this life, you will get some body in the next life. Whose body will you get? The body that is waiting for you, if you believe in yourself. If you believe in nobody in this life, then you will get no body in the next life.

Any guesses as to whom they didn’t believe in?

Anywho. It is 8:29 Sunday night and the p-d cellphone battery is down to 63%, time to recharge soon.

One more day until the year ends. Will the world end? I don’t know. I apologize if it doesn’t, but I hope it does. My world, that is.

I added a music video if I did it right, something Chelsea likes, one of my Son’s favorites, quite fitting too.

I hope this post was helpful to me Kiddo, I haven’t written in some time so I apologize in advance for any errors.

“When” you ask? I don’t know, but the most recent posts pertain to Kiddo so methinks soon? I guess we’ll see. I do know that a lot of people could use a lot of help right now, especially TG.

Enjoy the rest of your night, me Kiddo, be safe and keep it most stellar.

Love, VON

xx oo

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