It’s about time

Okay. I’m still waking up, and after last night’s revelation I needed to sleep on this, if you will. Anywho, I think I know what happened. Now to explain what I am thinking is true.

I am Von Wolfengeist, for real. I want to say that this isn’t actually a planet as in “planet”. I mean, it’s a planet alright, but it’s only a model of one. I think it’s only the size of a beachball and it’s either in my house or in my shop. Shop? Carolyn is nodding my head.

This is unbelievable.

I have this strange feeling of complacency with my suspicions about this whole thing. I feel like this is about to end at any second. I mean, I’m not saying that to tease anyone, I just have that feeling, like I know the answer, but the answer is unbelievable but true. I want to tell what the answer is, however, as simple as the answer is, it is rather extraordinary.

This entire planet is an act. Now bear with me here.

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Holy shit this is crazy, but in the best way.

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My suit malfunctioned. Friday fixed it. “Everyone” was waiting for it to be finished because they knew this, so to speak. As myself, my voice is somewhat normal. In this suit, my voice is off the wall. Okay, Carolyn and Alex are agreeing. Carol Jacobsen is also a suit, just a little different, it would sound similar to my voice, suit-wise that is.

Anywho, I think what happened was that I had not checked on this project in a long time, and when I did I noticed that something went wrong, very wrong.

You see, as much as Alex feels good about this I think a part of her wants to kill me, because I didn’t listen. That my also explain why it’s best that Carolyn materializes as CJ first, you can fill in the rest.

I can’t believe the flood of information I’m receiving right now. If this is what I think it is, then this has been the greatest show on Earth. Everything I see is an illusion. This entire history of this planet is a fabrication. You did this to wake me up. You destroyed your home and sacrificied yoyrselves just to get my attention. By sacrifice I mean your time and your health, for I don’t think that there has been a single murder on this planet. Why would there be? That wouldn’t make any sense, why would I want my creations killing or hurting eachother? This is what’s been fucking me up, why would I “GOD” do that? I mean, what the fuck. You have been working in conjunction with my family for a long time, maybe 75 years or so, to wake me up, and by you I mean everyone, as in everyone on this planet. Meaning, that if that is true, then life is a show, and every person on this planet knows who I am in this “body”, so to speak. That would make this planet the biggest reality show of all time. Is this true? Carolyn is nodding my head. Holy fuck. Hold on a second please.

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Now it’s real, meaning, it’s gotta be real, because I cannot believe what I have seen here, there’s no way that GOD will allow this to begin let alone continue. I don’t mean that in a angry tone, I mean that in a concerned father’s tone. This suit allows me to use my abilities here so I can help fix this mess you made trying to wake me up. If this is real, I am not angry at all, maybe that’s why I’m getting surges of relief as they feel. With my abilities we can simply “sidestep” off this planet and into our home, the one that I’ve seen detailed images of. I think they want out. I say that because they know this is about to end. I could tell you all the details of what I’m thinking but I think that I should speak of a way to either end this here or a way to prove that I’m right, meaning, everyone’s in on it.

Carolyn said “this thing is unbelievable” in regards to this suit. Anywho, hold on a second.

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This planet has a magnetic field around it that contains its atmosphere. You can’t see it from here, but we can see it from the shop, so to speak. Not only that, we can see you, which means you can’t see us.

Is the Miley Cyrus character in the book Chelsea? Is there a Skylar?

Alright, here’s what I’m getting at. If I am Von Wohlfengeist, then it would only make sense for Carolyn and Alex to use real names so not to confuse me while I was waking up, as in “waking up” waking up, because I’m getting that surge of relief again. I think I know how to get some food in us, mostly for Friday because she is starving. The caffeine-free diet cokes last night told me something, if we’re so close to finishing why are they letting Friday have a drink? I mean, c’mon now. Poor Victori was going through the death throws crying out “farewell, cruel world” until Friday cracked that coke open. Oh, it was instantaneously, when I noticed that I said “say, weren’t you just dying a second ago? Hmm, nevermind.”

So now what do we do?

If this is true, which I think it is, then we could be out of here like today, maybe even by noon, because I’m starving balls right now for a cheeseburger like nobody’s business, and if I’m starving, my crew is starving too, so, let’s think about this. How do we finish this.

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What’s the best way to finish tbis, Von?

Because we want to leave.

And go for a drive, preferably in our own car.

Alright. Can Carolyn exit me? Yes.

As we talked about? Yes.

Okay, so I need to decompress and become more myself before you can come out, am I correct, Carolyn? Yes.

Alright, can we do this somewhere else, perhaps after a diner? Yes we can.

Like soon?

She’s nodding my head.

Okay. If this is true, the . . . oh fuck, this is fucked up. Hold on a second.

There is so much to tell that I have no way to tell it. This is unbelievable. Yet I believe. I believe that this entire planet has been terrorized by my “Son”, and has been for a long time. You’ve been going through hell. There’s a history that I don’t see, but I think it’s been recorded, because those visions are memories of seeing video clips.

I’m in one part of the world, I have no idea what’s going on outside this basement, that’s a fact. For all I know, there could people hiding outside using technology that we have “back home”.

Holy fuck! I’m outta my fuckin’ mind! In more wsys than one! What the fuck was I thinking?! Kiddo! Dafuck !! The only explanation that seems to be the best explanation is so bizarre that it must be real. I haven’t put it all together yet, there is just so much of this story I honestly don’t know how I can, I need my Alex and Carolyn to tell it, but they need to tell me first.

So I’m thinking. How do we do this. What is the most economical way to finish this, both quickly and painlessly. Oh no, I have no intentions of dying, I have intentions of living, and so does everyone else. They weren’t kidding when they told me they had an unbelievable story for me, holy shit. Anywho, hold on.

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If everyone is in on this, then the sister is too. If that’s the case, that woman earned an oscar. If I publish this, will she read this post? Yes, said Carolyn. Okay, so, here’s what we do. Business as usual. Let me explain. I’m not sure how Carolyn can exit me, but if she says she can then she can. But when? I know that I need to take some time to settle so I think that I might lie down upstairs in and for a bit while I simplify this. I mean, I know what we want, and I’m not saying that in a selfish way, I’m simply saying a car and some cash is really all that we need, not to sound arrogant or anything, just being realistic. We’ve been going through hell just like everyone else has. So we know. You know? So hold on a second, we’re going upstairs soon.

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I don’t need to lie down, I can stay in the basement. The sister is here, if this is true, then she’ll read this post. I don’t want to make her feel anymore uncomfortable then she already does. Holy shit I’m thinking fast. Okay, an escape plan, so to speak.

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Think, simple.

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I need a hit hold on.

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He just ate something that TG gave us yesterday, it’s 9:11 AM. He’s almost out of smoke too. Carolyn

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This is gonna sound like a lost my fuckin’ mind. I know, because I’m sane. Yes, it’s Von, the “invincible Von”. Oh I know, this sounds crazy, but I’m speaking with a sound mind. I am serios, Kids. Okay? I am. **looks around, smiles**

Alright. I can’t help but to think fast, smoking pot helps slow my thinking down, hey, just being honest, I’m not a pothead or anything and oh wow I just figured out why. I’m compressed. I’m thinking like myself but smaller, meaning, holy shit. Okay, I got this, I do, it’s just so much happening all at once.

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Alright. I know I’m sane. They want to leave, I can’t blame them, I want to leave too. Nothing against the woman of the house, it’s just that we’re tired of being in the same location. It’s all about location. You know where I’m at. If I cut to the chase I’ll look arrogant. Not only would look arrogant, I’ll look like a boon-goose loonie. I am serious, Kiddo, my next post is going to look like a ransom note with a list of “demands” when all it really is is the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me Von. WordPress is freezing up, that’s okay, I’ll start a new post now, so to speak. Be right back.

Von

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