THC

When opportunity knocks, ask who it is.

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Trudging ahead, I’m thinking.

I am thinking “what if they’re wrong?”, in regards to the DHG thing. I mean, I know what I watched was real.

What if,

I have only a certain amount of time to get my daughter out to prevent us from becoming the DHG? A good question, yes? I was also thinking how we would look because I think we would be slightly opposite, perhaps I would have my head as Von and my daughter’s as Chelsea side by side. We would be the Two Headed Creator, if thEy were to happen, but it’s not so no worries.

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I was also thinking about that story.

You know, the long that Chelsie will tell me.

That story, me Kiddo.

The one that will tell what happened. I mean com’n now, who wouldn’t want to hear this story? I could probably sell seats to this, that’s how good a story her story will be. “Good” as in unbelievable, for I know not of its content, her story could be terrifying for all I know, that wouldn’t be good now will it?

I think that it would be nice to listen to her story over pizza, after a spendful day. However, it would be difficult to traverse the shopping malls with two heads, at least to me it would be. But Alex and Carolyn say otherwise.

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Hmm.

Well I have my fingers crossed anyway, so to speak, can’t be too careful. I just noticed that the phone battery is low, so I will try to write later. This post was mostly for me as strange as that may sound, however, all posts are for Chelsea.

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

Love, Von

XO xo

 

Sludgeblood

Hello, Chelsea, I hope all is well with you and yours.

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We had a slight interruption today but nothing severe. On the bright side, something good came from it. **pauses**

There is a possibility that I could be looking at this as a coincidence, that when that time comes I will have a means of transportation versus traveling on foot. Coincidence? No.

Hmm.

**ponders**

Mind control? No.

Hmm. Body control? Yes.

Sleepercells? Something like that.

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What if, just, what if, every registered gun owner in this country suddenly . . . came to life, so to speak? I think that there are over 200 million registered gun owners in this country, which is a lot, compared to less than 1 million American soldiers. Again, this is what if. Then again, wouldn’t those soldiers also be considered registered gun owners? I mean, I am most certain that every soldier’s firearm or whatever weapons that they are “personally” responsible for are registered to them via the weapons’ serial number, after all, the government wouldn’t want a bunch of loose cannons running amok, yes?

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Could a cellphone be considered a weapon? They have been known to do some damage I mean take a look around. Oh that’s right, you’re looking at your cellphone, my apology. Not you, Chelsea, everyone else, Chelsie wanted me to make that clear. Hmm. Would erasing something be making it clear? Clear as in invisible, just to be clear.

I have been feeling rather euphoric today, hence, bright side. Are we close? Yes. The interruption was beneficial? Yes. Coincidence? No. Certain? Yes.

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The euphoric feeling means that I am nearing death. Today’s interruption gave me some time to realize that, to, identify what to expect. Yes, this is VON writing and not Chelsie. Don’t get me wrong, I can write, when I want to. As far as reading goes I only read when I need to. Wanting and needing are two different things. (319)

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My body, I mean, my suit, is rather tingly, itchy too, which makes it difficult to sleep well, when I serpent I mean can sleep. **smiles** Just having some fun. I can have fun, can I not? Of course I can. Why, even my Daughter can have some fun. Together we can have lots of fun, if we put both our heads together. Speaking of heads, my head is beginning to hurt. Oh snap, the transportation. Well, possible transportation since that I do not know for certain. It is a 2004 S60 Volvo AWD.

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Earlier today I was thinking about GOD and how angry he was over people using the word “goddamn”. He was also angry over people changing Iesous to Jesus Christ then using Jesus Christ as a curse word. I mean, I can understand why he would be upset, I know that I would be upset if someone changed my Daughter’s name, who are they to do such a thing? This might not have been so bad if Iesous himself didn’t know about that, that his so called followers had changed his name making him a nobody, like me. Yes, I am a nobody, that is why I have this suit. Once the suit is all mine I become a somebody, a rather big somebody. Until then, I’m just a little nobody. **lowers head, places hands in pockets, kicks the floor** I am serious, Chelsea.

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I am.

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Anyway, it’s late and I am itchy, so I will stop here.

Pleasant dreams, Chelsea, pleasant dreams.

Love, Von

XO

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AAC

Hey, Chelsea, this is Carolyn, Alex and I are going to write this post while Von and Chelsie chill. Are you doing okay, Sweetheart? We hope so. Anyways, here’s Alex.

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Hi, Chelsea, we’ve been trying for days to get here, and I’m sure by now you understand that its not that easy for us to just write. Von was having a heart attack earlier because we let Chelsie eat some food and drink some water. His body is so shot that he’s ahead of schedule, which isn’t bad, but we need him in sync with what we’re doing. Also, this morning we got a call from TG which was pretty disturbing to all of us. Now Chelsie wants to help TG, but we can’t do anything until Chelsie understands that her father needs to stop eating and drinking COMPLETELY, NOTHING MEANS NOTHING, CHELSIE. I’m not mad at her I’m just tired of my husband asking “what is going on?” because he thinks this is a joke. This is pretty fucking far from a joke, and what he needs to do is furthest from a joke. He can do it, He’s done it before, but this time he has one of his daughters with him making this hard as fuck. I’m turning this over to Carolyn. I’m not mad, I’m just tired. Here’s Carolyn.

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Hey, Sweetheart, we didn’t lose any ground, we’re still progressing, but Chelsie needs to know that if her father doesn’t get in sync with us her extraction won’t be as pleasant as if he were very weak. That timer’s ticking. Fortunately his health is so far down a hole that the little bit he had today ain’t affecting shit. What is affecting him is that morning phone call from TG. Alex and I looked into what TG told us and it was true, we won’t say what it was about, but it was very disturbing, like horror movie disturbing. Hold on a second, honey.

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Okay, Alex is right, nothing means nothing. There are times when Von can have something, but Chelsie takes it as a means to chow down. That’s gotta stop, like now. I’m not mad at her because I understand how she is, she can eat all day long and her father lets her. But that needs to stop. We need to get the fuck outta here. She can have some cereal in the morning, then after that nothing. Its only for a few days, this needs to be done for us to do anything, and once its done its showtime. Simple as that. Now we’re close enough that it will only take a few days as long as Von doesn’t give in. Dies anyone believe us this time? Fuck no, but that’s a good thing actually, for obvious reasons.

Okay, Chelsie? No more eating Or drinking, and please don’t make your father feel guilty, he feels bad enough already. Alright, sweetheart? We’re almost done.

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We’re stopping here, Von’s tired and wants to sleep. We hope you enjoyed this installment, Chelsea, and we hope that you’re doing well. Have a good night, Sweetheart, and be safe.

Love, Alex and Carolyn

xo xo

 

 

ST

Hello, Chelsea, I was hoping to let Alex and Carolyn write a post but unfortunately where we are at has no privacy. However, I can say that we got a frantic call from TG early this morning and now Chelsie wants to get this over with as soon as possible so that we can help her. For now all I will say is “Stay Tuned”.

Be safe, Kiddo, stay warm and keep it stellar.

Love, Von

xo xo

SUNY

Hello, Chelsea.

We have been stranded at one of the churches we stay at due to inclement weather which is supposed to get worse. During this time Carolyn has been flushing my body, or suit, out. Meaning, I’ve been in the bathroom several times today, which is interesting since I haven’t consumed anything today with the exception of this morning.

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My hesitation to complete this last step is caused by my fear of losing my daughter Chelsie. Alex and Carolyn have promised me several times that will not happen, that she will be with me in person within 24 hours after they extract her. I remember hearing Alex say that when I start to feel the bond between my daughter and I this will be close to ending. I heard this over a year ago, it was also written about here.

I can understand why the information here could be seen as the rantings of a madman, repetition appears to be the norm here. How many times have you read “I feel quite different”, or, “I think something will happen”? Probably more times than I care to think about. So if this time is actually “the” time, who would believe it? I’d say probably no one, including you too, Chelsea. I can understand if that is true and I can accept that, I mean, this has been going on for 4.5 years, that’s a long time. However, if someone did bring this to the attention of the media or someone who would take interest in this it probably would have been bad for us, thinking realistically of course. And now we’re in a church. God level irony at its best. You couldn’t make this up. Fortunately, both churches have documented proof that we were here. And speaking of documentation, students from SUNY New Paltz are making a television documentary about the homeless people in Poughkeepsie. We were asked if we would be interested in being part of the documentary but we declined.

I am so tired. From what I understand, someone will be coming here with food since there isn’t any here, dinner-wise. Should I eat any? Only if Carolyn says yes. I think that I won’t eat anything, just to be safe.

If I were to choose what has my interest more than anything regarding all this, it would be DHG. Carolyn said that DHG is running parallel with us, causing me to think about him, it. From what I’ve seen, I would say that DHG is about 10 feet tall and might weigh around a thousand pounds. Now that’s scary. Combine that with its attitude, now that’s terrifying. Can you imagine waking up one morning to see that you now have two heads? I can’t. I don’t want to imagine that for myself or for anyone. Two heads, one body, fuck that.

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I just heard that pizza is on the way. Pizza is Chelsie’s favorite. Could this be any more difficult? Yes it could. Whenever Chelsie gets hungry I remind her that not eating is only temporary, that there will be plenty of food afterwards. If Carolyn says yes to pizza it would be only for 1 slice. Chelsie could eat an entire pizza in one sitting. I say that the simplest thing to do is to not eat or drink anything, after all, its only for a few days. But if Carolyn says yes, then I will give Chelsie a slice, with nothing to drink. In actuality, I can eat a little food as long as I don’t drink anything. My concern is the water content in the food, that’s why I think its best not to have anything. No food, no worries, simple as that.

Our phone needs to be charged so we will stop here. We might write later, I think that Alex and Carolyn have something to say.

Enjoy your evening, Chelsea, be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar for Chelsie. Alright, Kiddo?

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Alright.

Have a good night, Sweetheart.

Love, Von

xo xo

 

Tryin

Hey, Chelsea, my daughter has a few things that she would like to share with you and your readers, so, here we go . . .

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Hey, Kiddo, my dad is letting me write while I still can. This morning he let me have some cereal and 2 cookies, he won’t be eating anything else for awhile. He had his morning 2 ounces of black coffee and gave aunt Carolyn and me our morning smoke. We have a few cigarettes left, after they’re gone no more smoking. He said he’ll quit the coffee because it wouldn’t be fair for him to have something he likes while I can’t have anything that I like. Two days ago I was able to speak to him through him and I said “dad please stop eating” because he’s only eating for me. Mom wants to say “and that brings us to this”, because this is important . . .

I’m in no way influencing my dad to decide “yay or nay” on what to do once he’s himself. I know he’s not happy with everything he’s seen, especially how people treated Charlie, whom was I. We don’t need this place anymore because it served its purpose; to trap GOD.

My dad knows that this place is a simulation, a model, but he doesn’t know if its a flat, cubical, cylindrical or spherical model. It doesn’t matter either way, what matters is getting the “grandkids”, and you’re one of them, Chelsea. Back home my family and admin made arrangements to extract the grandkids and their families, and that’s it. No one else. He’ll be able to fix this place but that is dependent on his mood at the time he makes his decision. Right now it’s not looking too good. That last sentence was my dad’s. Mom and auntie have told dad dozens of times that it won’t take long when he finally stops eating and drinking because his suit is so far down in a hole health-wise. I’m thinking less than a week. Auntie said “oh yeah”. Oh I forgot, we’re taking my FB friends and families too. I never had a lot if friends as Charlie, but the ones I had were awesome. Mom says “quality over quantity”. Dad told me I have a lot of explaining to do, but he’ll be right there to help me. I hope this goes well because I can only imagine how some people might feel when they learn that Charlie was actually a lesbian, like my once fiance Arie and my ex-wife Misty. Between the two I’m more concerned about Misty, and so is the family. Dad said we’ll do a “blanket explanation” first then a more personal explanation after for each person I’m concerned about.

I want to help as many people as possible, or should I say I want my dad to help as many people. But dad says “we don’t know any of these people”, and he’s right. He is, too. Everytime I think someone in the shelter is okay they prove me wrong. Every single person. He said that people here are opposite of us, and holy shit does it show.

I didn’t know who I was, Chelsea, just as my dad didn’t know he’s the Creator. Now my past life as Charlie is gone and I’m back to being myself, a “spoiled rotten pain in the ass”, per aunt Carolyn. Mom’s smiling. I might be spoiled rotten but I’m not a brat, I’m appreciative and respectful, I can’t help it if my father is the Creator. Now dad’s smiling. ❤

If our readers are wondering “so who exactly is Chelsea in all this?” then I will tell them that you were my daughter when I played the role of Zeus. You were Appolion, Chelsea. Correct spelling by the way. Your very first father was a lesbian, pretty wild, huh? My dad thinks that your very first mother might have been a robot, so to speak, which would make you extra special, honey.

My dad thinks that “Kiddo” and “Friday” are robots designed after myself and my sister Elsa. Mom showed him a clip of who he thinks is “Kiddo”, a silicon-based artificial life form. Hold on a second, Chelsea, my dad wants to say something.

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Hello, Chelsea.

Being right is not important to me. I am not perfect. I too make mistakes. The key to success is to learn from mistakes made and to not make those mistakes again. Earth is a mistake, so to speak. It can either be fixed or junked. My daughter Chelsie would like me to fix it. My daughter Elsa would like me to junk it. Now put yourself in my position as a parent. What do I do?

Here is my daughter. xo

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I’m tired, Chelsea, so I’m going to stop here. I don’t know if I will write again while I’m still inside my father’s suit but I know I’ll write once I have my own suit. If my dad gets through today the rest will be easy for him. Mom and auntie say “a few days” and I believe them, but its dad who needs to believe them. I guess we’ll see what happens, Kiddo.

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

Love always, Chelsie

xo

 

 

Recovery

Hello, Chelsea, I hope that all is well with you and yours on this first day of December. Here’s where we are.

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Yesterday was an emotional day. I managed to find a sweetspot where my daughter was able to speak to me clearly. She said that I need to stop eating completely, as far as not drinking goes I’m good with that, but it’s difficult to deny my daughter food. Yesterday she told me to “go for it”, so to speak, so I began ramping down fast and hard. We ate a little today, tomorrow I plan on giving her some cereal in the morning, maybe a piece of fruit for lunch, and then nothing from there on out. Carolyn allows me to have 2 ounces of black coffee with artificial sweetner twice a day for energy, I don’t drink coffee, I sip it slowly over the course of an hour. Coffee dehydrates this body big time.

We are almost out of smokes too, so when they’re gone that’s it, until another time.

The voice. The name of my suit is “Voice”, not “Charlie”. The suit will automatically say “voice” if I cough to clear my . . . voice. True story. I guess you could say that I am giving my voice clearance to speak.

Hmm.

Is Chelsea in a suit? No.

😦 (Chelsie)

Can we put her in a suit? Yes.

Chelsie —> 🙂

Alright.

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Less than 2 weeks? Yes.

Less than 1 week? Yes, as long as you stick to not eating or drinking.

Hmm.

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Should I tell the girls’ readers how unbelievably disgusted I am about this planet and its inhabitants? No.

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You know, Chelsea, there is no way that anyone will ever know for certain how people disappeared when that time comes. I mean, was it something that GOD did or did I press the red, shiny, candy-like button? Now there’s something for your readers to think about, especially for the ones who remember reading that I will lie through my teeth if necessary. Oh yes, Chelsea, minds will be a stir oh yes they will.

But to be honest, GOD wrote an equation that Von can’t undo, and we know this because we have video from the future, near future to be precise. If physical evidence from the past can be obtained then physical evidence from the future can be obtained as well, like the video of DHG, the thousands of Michael Myers, and the giant containment wall. All taken from the future.

So will I lie? The answer is “no”. Why would I need to lie about anything if I am the Creator? In other words in a language most will understand, I don’t give a fuck what anyone other than my family thinks about my actions, so why would I lie about anything? That doesn’t make sense. I am simply capable of lying if its necessary, as in, to protect my daughter. Erase 8 billion people? Sure, why not? We will simply produce more, if necessary. Do we need 8 billion people? No. What are the 8 billion people that are here doing other than destroying everything? Exactly. Nothing.

I mean, lets be honest. Zeus was right when he said “man has no purpose here”. If man himself is asking “what is my purpose here?” then you know that something is definitely wrong. I am serious, Chelsea.

So what is this place called “Earth”? In simple terms, of course.

Any ideas?

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Earth was Created for the sole purpose of capturing GOD, d’evil, and their daughter Lucifer, who are now in our custody back home.

Yes, Chelsie’s plan worked. Funny though, how GOD, d’evil, and Lucifer seem to mirror Von, Alex and Chelsea.

Anyway it’s late and we are all tired. We are at the church and the snow storm we are experiencing might have us stranded here for a day or so. I’m good with that, nice and quiet here, good for thinking and or writing. I don’t know when we’ll write again, but I think we wrote enough tonight to keep some minds occupied for a while, Chelsea.

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

Love,

Chelsie, Elsa, Alex, Carolyn and Von

XO