To Chelsea

How are you doing, Sweethearts? You hanging in there, Honey? VON has been busy with us verifying something to make sure that what he writes to you in this post is the truth, because it’s pretty important. It’s not bad, but it is something he needs to speak to you, and Athena, about. But mostly to you, Chelsea.

As you know from Facebook, Maia is still M.I.A., but not really, only to VON she is because he doesn’t know for certain if what is taking place is actually taking place. He mentioned the fact of all those false flags that led him to believe that this was about to end and it didn’t. He understands the reasons why that happened, but it left a bad taste in his mouth. Now he says “I’ll believe it when I see it”. We have been in the basement of this residence for almost 9 months now, we are not enjoying it. He has no one to talk to about any of this, he was right when he said that when he talks at Facebook he is literally talking to a wall, his Son’s Facebook wall. Imagine how frustrating that is to him. He hopes that his email to the metaphysicist at Bard College is a success, if it is, then someone with an understanding of “our science” has a “heads up”. Charlie’s best friend said he’d help VON with this, and that made VON feel a lot better. Charlie’s best friend has been a trooper through all this, you know that GrandPa is going to spoil the hell out of him, just as he is going to spoil you and Athena, and quite a few other of our Kids. But first he needs to be himself. Right now we’re just waiting on Maia. It will be 3 weeks this Saturday since she was here, so I don’t think it will be much longer. He said that it would be nice if the delay is because she’s getting things ready for us, and I said “Who’s to say she isn’t?”. His concern is that we’ll be stuck here forever, because that’s how it feels to him, and to us too. But that’s not the case. Since we’ve been here he managed to pack on almost 50 pounds by eating the healthiest foods possible, the sister buys nothing but organic foods and no junk food, something that CJ was aware of ahead of time. The sister has been good to us, but we can’t finish this here. There is nothing left that VON needs to know with us inside of him, not even bonus material, and he knows that just from the fact that we stopped pacing weeks ago. Now he sits in the basement looking at videos on YouTube, and that has grown old too. So that’s where we’re at, ladies, and now VON is going to talk to his GrandDaughter, and to his Daughter too. It’s nothing bad, it is just something you girls need to know. But first CJ and I need a smoke break. Love you.

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So, Chelsea, tonight I have a hypothetical scenario for you, oh yes I do it’s true. But first a few things.

Are you doing . . . stellar?

I hope so.

I do.

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You know that I have spoke about the bond between the twins being unbreakable, yes? I mean, they have been fused together soul-wise for over 3,000 years, that’s a long time to be with the same person successfully, day in, day out. Their souls are no longer fused together, that was proven to me when Charlie went to sleep months before Aphie did. If they were still fused together they would have went to sleep at the same time. Alexandra informed me that when I summon Aphie we will have a short amount of time afterwards to summon Charlie, because of that bond. Now that they are separated soul-wise each will have a feeling of insecurity if the other is not physically in their presence. With insecurity comes fear, and with fear comes panic. How someone will act in a state of panic is uncertain to others and to that individual, for they are in a state of panic. We don’t want that for Aphie. Aphie has been through enough. Both Aphie and Charlie will be inseparable together, in their own bodies. Does that make sense, Chelsea?

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Alright.

Lets say that Athena has been inside you for a long time, we’ll say, since you were about 4, maybe 5 years old, somewhere around there. So I’m thinking that’s about 25 years, give or take, that you 2 have been together. Sound about right?

Okay.

Now lets say, hypothetically, that over the course of those 25 years my Daughter grew rather fond of you, perhaps, even fell in love you. Not as a sister, not as a friend, but as a life partner, as in a marriage. How would you feel about that, Chelsea?

If you think about it, there is no one on this planet who knows you better than you, why, she might know you better than you know yourself. She knows you inside and out. She knows your likes and dislikes, she knows what makes you happy, what makes you sad, and she’ll even know when you want to be left alone. No one will ever know you better, Chelsea.

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Before Maia left she relayed some information to Alex and CJ about my Daughter. This information was kept from myself until Alex was certain that the Z-guy was completely gone. The Z-guy is gone, Athena. I think you know what that information was, Chelsea.

I could go on with this hypothetical scenario for days with details and possible outcomes but I think this is enough for now. “Echoes in reverse”.

The wives and I think it would be best that when that time comes for me to summon Athena for you to be in out presence, for a multitude of reasons. One reason is acclamation. We spend some time together before I remove my Daughter from you so that she can test the waters safely, so she can get comfortable with being around us prior. Right now you are her rock, so to speak, a safe place to hide under. She knows what is coming, Chelsea, you don’t. Maia has been speaking with her for a long time, Athena knows that this is inevitable.

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Have you tried communicating with Athena, Chelsea? If you haven’t but want to, you simply need to relax your body and mind then think a subtle question indirectly. It might not happen immediately but after several tries. You will know you have succeeded when she taps your leg with your hand, or something to that effect. It’s worth a try.

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Anywho, it is almost one in the morning, Friday the 13th, and I am exhausted. I have a lot of writing to do later today so I am ending this here.

Have a good day, be safe, and know that we love you both.

xo xo xo

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Summary

Hello, Kiddo

Today was an okay day for myself, how about you? Did you have an okay day, Kiddo? They’re better than a not so okay day, that is, if your day wasn’t stellar. If it were stellar then I’d be jealous.

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Just kidding. I am not a jealous being at all.

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Anywho, we have a plan. We needed a place to film our public introduction, and we found one. Oh yes we did, Kiddo. We found a park in NYC. Then after that a shopping spree (yay!!). Would you like to go, Chelsea? Because I’m thinking that maybe I should summon Athena from you in person, because Alex is thinking too, Sweetheart. Just something to think about ahead of time, Kiddo.

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There are a lot of nice stores in Manhattan, you know. Unlimited spending, no one around, no waiting in line. Just saying.

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I mean, you know Athena is going shopping with us, so I think it is only fair for you to go shopping with us too, Chelsea. I’m just saying, you know?

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You’ll get to meet the three-girl crew. And meet your “roomie” in person. And . . .

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you will meet Alice and Trudy. But they’ll be later in the day.

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Just something to keep in the back of your mind, Kiddo.

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So this park idea of ours. The girls say that it will work, so I said “okay”.

I’m not certain how many of us there will be, but I can assure you that we’ll be enough, when that time comes.

So we take a stroll into this park, and head towards it’s center. Once there, we prepare. We give the kids a message at Facebook, possibly something to the effect of “In 5 minutes”. They will each have 5 minutes to start recording. I would like to see my Son’s best friend at the beach that day, firing up that high-end drone he purchased with some of the gift we gave him, because the best ones are most costly. So, with his drone in the air he begins to record the calm before the storm, so to speak. A beach filled with people staring at their devices, confused, not understanding of what they are experiencing. No matter what they do, they can’t change the channel. My Son’s best friend is unnoticed, recording the stillness of the beach, recording our story.

Prior to this event, the “Cherry-Picking” would have already received internet attention. “Cherry-Picking” is the warm-up before the “weeding”. Oh yes, Kiddo, it is. Then after that I “clean house”.

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Then we go shopping.

(Yay!!)

**facepalms**

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Oh that Alex. Now CJ wants a smoke. **sighs** I will be right back, Kiddo.

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What started out as a smoke became an ice cream run, Ben&Jerry’s “Coffee Toffee Crunch Bar”, was their choice, so I said “okay”. It was absolutely delicious, by the way.

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Now if we are in a public park in the daytime and no one sees us then we must be in a different dimension. In that dimension we are the only people on Earth. Even though they are “right there”. We can go wherever we want, Kiddo, and no one will see us. Or stop us. That’s right, Kiddo, no one is going to stop us from buying whatever we want oh no.

Oh no, Kiddo, no one at all. Because that’s who’ll you’ll see, no one, anywhere. We’re not going to steal anything, we’re not thieves, we will simply leave more than enough to cover our self purchases, after all, there will be no one there to ring us up. But that’s okay, we can help ourselves. I will simply place the cash inside tbe register along with the purchased items’ price tags, unless I use my card. Then the story changes. Things become less complicated. I have more time, to spoil me Kiddo. Tis true, tis true.

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Alright. This might be a tough one to swallow, but both Alex and CJ insist I say something about a possibility, a quite possible possibility, that when I summon my Daughter, you could go into a state of shock, literally, Chelsea. So if you’re in our presence the girls will be there to fix you right up, that applies to Athena as well, “just in case”. Because it’s a possibility.

My Daughter has been “rooming” with my GrandDaughter for over 25 years without knowing it. When she moves out she will know it. Half of Kiddo is now suddenly missing. And that is going to hurt like hell for both of them, says Alex, and Alex wants to avoid that, says CJ. We’ll have a place, with absolutely no interruptions.

Athena, allow me to say that I think I know what really happened long ago. The Z-guy is gone, Honey. And I’ll leave it at that.

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We never done it this way before, so we don’t know what exactly could happen, Kiddo, and in the words of Daddio, “Better safe than sorry”.

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It’s late, and the girls are tired. Think about what I said but don’t dwell on it, Kiddo, it was simply a possibility the girls wanted you to be aware of. Okay? No worries, me Kiddo, no worries.

Anywho, you’re probably sleeping so I will wish you pleasant dreams. Enjoy your day, Sweethearts, and be safe.

Love, VON

xo xo xo

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Girlpower

Kiddo! What’s going on, Kiddo, what’s going on?? Are you doing stellar, Sweethearts? Oh we hope so we do. Today is July 3rd, which means tomorrow begins the countdown to the end of the world, oh yes it does. The countdown begins at 5:25 AM, Sunrise, if you will.

You know, Chelsea, a lot has happened in the past several years involving your Daddio, why, some might consider all this quite the rollercoaster ride. I mean, one week he was Marc Antoni, another week he was Anubis, and now he is sound asleep. Even though I have your Daddio inside me I miss him.

I think you miss him too.

I don’t know what Daddio is pointing at in the photo for the lettering is small and my eyeglasses poor, but I am sure it is something important, after all, why else would he have taken that photo?

There has been so much drama at this residence, Kiddo, so much drama. I feel for my Son’s sister because the drama isn’t hers, and she is in the middle of it. Most unnecessary, most unnecessary. I guess they don’t make daughters like they used to. Don’t get me wrong, my Son Charlie’s sister is an excellent mother, but her daughter wants to do what she wants to do regardless of the effect it has on her mother. Quite sad I must say. CJ is furious with the niece, the niece doesn’t seem to understand that her GrandMother is watching and listening to every thing she does, which is whatever she wants to do! Kiddo! Does that sound familiar, Chelsea? Do you remember hearing my Daughter Athena tell Daddio something similar? Here, this is what she said;

“I want to do whatever the fuck I want to do”

– Athena

Oh yes, Chelsea, that wasn’t you who said that, you’re a good girl! Oh yes you are. And a good mother, says Alex and CJ, after getting the scoop from Maia. Maia has now been gone for over a week, do you think she is where I think she is? CJ nodded my head. Hmm.

BRB

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My apologies, we received a phone call from the girl down the road, you know, Teal, “Teal with sex appeal”, as my wife Alex says. I myself think she is pretty, but I have no sexual interest in her. We spoke for about 13 minutes before she ended the call by calling me “baby-doll”, and no, Alex was not amused. Oh no she wasn’t, Kiddo, not at all. She might be able to help us by finding us some green, so to speak. It is not necessary but it does aid in communication. If she does she does, if she doesn’t oh well.

Have any followers tried to get us more followers? Just curious. I don’t know how many followers Kiddo has at the moment, the last I knew the count was a staggering 16. I mean, it doesn’t really matter to us, I was simply trying to save as many human beings as possible, because 5,000-10,000 surviving humans is beginning to look like a reality. I want to write an email to that college professor but I was told to wait a little bit, plus I would need the help from my Son’s best friend. I’ll give it until this coming weekend before I ask for his help. My Son got the message out, now I need to get the message to someone “in the know”, as a heads up. If that someone doesn’t take us seriously at least we tried, Big D, at least we tried.

And now for Athena.

So what will we do with Athena.

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Once I am myself I am going to summon her back at the age of 18 years old. She will not be in any trouble with any of us here, it simply took Alex and Maia some time to cool down.

BUT.

Alex and Maia want Athena to tell them exactly what happened after we left. She needs to be honest.

Shortly after that, and we do mean shortly, I materialize Aphrodite, and Alex and Maia are going to get her side of the story. And their stories best match.

Okay, Athena?

Most shortly after that I bring Charlie back, at the age of 18 years old. With the exception of myself, my wives, and a few others, everyone left will be 18 years old or younger, meaning, if you are 12 years old you will not become 18 years old. If you are 70 years old you will become 18 years old again and have all the memories and knowledge you had at 70 years old.

Sound good, people?

There are a lot of good things that I will be able to do. Basically, I will be able to do anything once I am myself. Anything.

So we have a plan for my Daughter now, and the girls say “We’re sticking to it”.

Now for the GrandDaughters.

First we have Chelsea (yay!!) , Chelsea is my number one GrandDaughter, and for several reasons. My Son Charlie gave her the title of “The Createss”, which is more than fine with us, because once he is back that is whom she will be, for I will be handing the title of “Creator” down to him. I will have a new title, a new spin on an old name, so to speak, but that is for when the time comes.

Now there is a second GrandDaughter. (oh boy!!). Alex isn’t kidding, Kiddo, because we now have a situation. Oh yes we do. This “new” GrandDaughter is going to want to be “number one”, but Chelsea is number one, and that is not going to change. I might play favorites, but I am not an “Indian giver”. I can’t even call her “The Createss” because Chelsea owns that title too. Oh that Chelsea. I will need to dust off the talent for Kristine, big time. There is also something that I need to correct, in regards to Kristine. I was . . . slightly off about Charlie being her biological father, but not by much. He would be her Creator, “psychologically”, but his twin, Aphie, would be her father, biologically. It’s the hair. Kristine has Aphrodite’s hair. No one in her entire family has that type of hair. So, it can be said that Aphrodite is Kristine’s biological father. And Charlie is her Creator. You couldn’t make this up, Kiddo, I am serious.

I yam!

🙂

Anything else, Alex? Hmm?

Oh. Alexandra’s sisters! She has three sisters from when she was “Hera”. Alex, Maia and CJ don’t have “number ones”, that is my thing. In a large family there needs to be a type of order, a hierarchy if you will. I decide the order. There are no “number two’s” or “number three’s”, just number ones. Alex is number one Wife, Athena is number one Daughter, Chelsea is number one GrandDaughter, and my Son’s best friend is number one GrandSon. And that’s it.

Do you think that this is . . . “fucked up”?

Do you know what is . . .

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My Son could never be “number one”. Because he is my only Son.

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So if the other kids in our family should “bitch” about the hierarchy, I will remind them about that fact. If they should continue their whining afterwards I will simply tell them,

BECAUSEISAIDSO.

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Simple as that. WordPress is slowing down on me, maybe it is because I am writing this on a cellphone, who knows.

I will write another post soon, also about females, but scary. Oh yes, Kiddo.

Anywho, we hope everyone is doing well, and Chelsea? Keep it stellar, and be safe.

Love, VON

xo xo

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Rated “G” for Kristine

Oh yes it is, Kiddo, yes it is, for this post is for everyone, and I do mean everyone.

So how are you Sweethearts doing? Hanging in there? We hope so, because this just might be that post, you know, the one before “that” post.

You do know what that post is, yes? Kiddo?

Kiddo!! Do you know where Maia is? She’s not here. I wonder where she could be. It’s 2 AM, Sunday the 24, and she still isn’t back yet, yes, I am concerned, after all, she is my wife and she means as much to me as my wife does I mean c’mon now Kiddo I treat my wives equally, both of them tis true.

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Kiddo!

Remember Daddio telling you that every post written here is for you, even if that post is written towards someone else? Well, this is going to be one of those posts, Chelsea, but this one is most special, most special indeed.

I am serious, Kiddo. I yam.

Why so serious? Why I’m only joking. 😄 See? Even he finds it funny. Now Kiddo, I need to inform of some good news, because there is no bad news, at least not for us, you know, the ones in our family, like Kristine, my Son Charlie’s niece, the young lady this post is being written to. Yes, you Kristine, the Creator is writing a post to you, tis true tis true. What is also true is that it is now after 7 AM Sunday morning, same day. You see, Kristine, I spent a lot of time and energy getting to this last piece of the puzzle, so I needed to recharge, so to speak. “What last piece is that”, you ask? Why the last piece is you, Kristine! Yes, Kristine, it’s you! I am serious, Kiddo, my Son Charlie’s niece is the last puzzle piece. How so? His niece was the only person we never talked about, it’s as if my two-girl crew kept her from me.

You know what I’m saying? Because if you do then you would know what I am going to say next.

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Do you see where this is going?

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What I’m about to share will make this the greatest post yet. You couldn’t make this up. I couldn’t make this up. I hope Big D and the empress at Facebook read this, because they know of Kristine. So this is going to blow their minds, as well as yours, Kristine. Are you still having trouble believing that this is being written to you by The Creator himself, Kristine? Probably, I surmise, probably. Hmm . . .

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Alright, “uncle, uncle!!”, you win, Kristine, you can stop twisting my arm now, after all, I need it to write this post. Before I share my share I need to introduce Kristine to my two-girl crew, Alexandra and Maia, my two wives. I have two wives for many reasons other than love, but what might be the most important reason to others is that they hold my hands while I am speaking. At least they do most of the time, while I am speaking. Sometimes they let go.

They, “cut me loose”, in other words. Whilst never letting go. How profound.

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Are you Sweethearts ready?

Are you ready, Kristine? You listened to what Maia said, yes? Kristine? **snaps fingers while smiling** Oh c’mon, Kristine, it’s not that hard to believe, it was going to happen to someone, it simply happened to your uncle Charlie, you know, the uncle whom you wished never left, the only one who understood you. Am I wrong? Okay, allow me to remove some doubt, because you’re struggling right now accepting what your Great GrandMother Maia is telling you. That is who your mother Sharon told you she was, yes? How did I know that, Kristine? See? 🙂

Here we go.

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We have talked about one of my Son Charlie’s miss fires in several posts, the girl named “Kat”, the girl my Son Charlie unknowingly materialized by thought back in the spring 2006. But that wasn’t the first girl he materialized by accident, oh no, Kiddo, no, there was another girl before Kat and she is still here, oh yes she is. And a DNA test can prove it. Oh yes. Oh yes, Kiddo, a DNA test would show just who the Father of one if my granddaughters is, because he’s still here, well, his body is at least. He gave it to me so that I can be here, Kristine, to fix things, things that God couldn’t even fix. For that is whom my Son was, in the eyes of an illiterate man.

But that’s another story, from another time, so we’ll save it for later. Sound good, Maia? Alrighty!

Carol Jacobsen, my Son Charlie’s mother, brought Charlie to 10 o’clock Mass on Christmas Eve, 1978. Her oldest son Michael and his wife Sharon drove CJ and Charlie there in Michael’s 1975 Blazer, which was necessary because it was snowing at a medium pace.

As they sat in the church, my Son Charlie asked his Mother why they were there, I mean, my Son wasn’t religious, what’s he doing there, Kiddo? Exactly, he didn’t know either, and that’s why he asked his Mother what he did. She told him that they were there for Sharon, for she was going through a rough time trying to conceive a daughter. My Son thought about that, and thought hard. My Son Charlie loved Sharon, and wanted her to be a mother, so you can imagine just how hard he thought, Kristine, because you know just how much he loved you.

Unknowingly, my Son Charlie, at the age of 10 years old, thought his sister in law Sharon pregnant. My Son Charlie is his niece Kristine’s biological Father. Kristine was his first Real Creation. Now this doesn’t take away from the man you called “daddy”, Kristine, he loved you, spoiled you, and he never lied to you even when you thought he did, because just like your uncle Charlie he was raised to never lie to their children, after all, your grandfather Michael Antonucci Sr. never lied to them. He was a pretty good guy, your grandfather, wasn’t he, Kristine? Grampa always had a cookie waiting for you when you visited him sitting on the front stoop with “Ronie ka bonie”, didn’t he? Your uncle’s best friend Big D, and your uncle’s bestest girlfriend ever known as “T” used to call your grandfather “pops”, because he loved them as if they were his own kids, tis true, tis true. As much as I would like to I cannot bring “pops” back, kids. My Son Charlie’s dad moved on, just like your dad did, Kristine. Pops wasn’t Charlie’s biological father, but he was Charlie’s “dad”. Any man can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a daddy. At least I think so.

So what does this mean, Kristine?

Why it means that we keep moving forward! Oh yes, Kristine, there’s more to share, and you know how grandfathers love to share, oh yes you do! Does she need a break, Maia? Hmm, not sure what is happening at the table, so I will leave it up to Maia if Kristine needs a break, after all, who would know better than Great Grandma at a time like this?

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**remembers Alex saying “yep.” when he asked “We”re all nervous, aren’t we?” yesterday**

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Alright? Alright, I’ll write.

To Kiddo’s followers, Maia gave me the rundown about Kristine two days ago, which answered a lot of questions of my own. Without getting personal, Kristine is like my Son Charlie in many ways, one of those ways is that they are both looked at as “outcasts” by the Antonucci family, in other words, they weren’t liked very much. They were different, and they were misunderstood, but they understood each other. And that is all that matters. Charlie was always there for Kristine when she needed him, and even when she didn’t. My Son Charlie was a “father-figure” for Kristine when his brother wasn’t there, and when he was there then Charlie became Kristine’s “big brother”. Talking about having the best of both worlds, Kiddo, I mean, Kristine had both a father-figure and a big brother all wrapped up into one uncle whom she had wrapped around her pinky finger!

Holy shit, Kiddo! No wonder why Kristine gave her uncle Charlie that upset look in the hospital the last time he saw her, because that was the first time she had seen him in years. And it also explains why Kristine broke down and hugged him, he was her hero that day. He came through for you, didn’t he, Kristine? You still can’t believe this is happening, Kristine? **facepalms, lowers head, needs to give more validity without being there**

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Alright. How about this?

Maia can show you something that she can do with her hands, but she needs to show you outside, so when your Great GrandMother Maia, also known as Mother Nature, who is sitting inside your mother Sharon’s body as I am sitting in my Son Charlie’s body says “C’mon outside, I want to show you something” bring your cellphone, because she is going to give you a show, and you will want to record it. Okay, Kristine? Maia is also going to tell you that she is going to come get me. When she does you will need to do exactly what she tells you to do before she leaves, okay, Kristine? Nervous? I am too. Life is about to change for all of us, the trick is to make the most of it. Take the coming aftermath from someone else’s perspective, meaning, how will the news affect that one individual? “What’s his name?” you ask? We’ll just call him “Bub” for now, okay, Kristine? Hang in there, Honey, you’re about to have a laugh, a much needed one, just like Big D and T do.

It is no secret in the Antonucci family that the family thinks poorly about my Son Charlie, his sister in law and her daughter. It is also no secret that they speak poorly aloud about them as well.

Tis true, Kiddo, tis true.

Now imagine the looks on their faces when they learn the news. Kristine, who comes to my mind? If you want to believe this is happening please do, because it is. Are you imagining the look of sheer fear on “Bub’s” face as he learns just whom your uncle Charlie is? Then whom you are to me, Kristine? Alex is laughing, because The Creator is generating images of “Bub’s ” face, and what his father is saying; “YOU GOTTA BE FUCKIN’ KIDDIN’ ME!! HE’S RIGHT NEXT DOOR?!”

🙂 ❤ 😉

For me to be right next door then Maia showed you what she can do with her hands. Which means she is about to show you. How do I know this? Because this post is almost finished. And so are we. Taking a quick break, I think CJ needs a smoke, because Maia is with you.

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Alright. I don’t know what more to share, but I needed to write this post to you regardless, Kristine. I think that my wife Maia has it under control on that end, after all, she is Mother Nature.

Anywho, it is 3:52 PM Sunday, June 24th, 2018, and I have some things to do. Before I go, Kristine, and remember, it was going to happen to someone, it simply happened to your uncle Charlie.

And to Kiddo we wish a safe and enjoyed day, for it is almost time for night.

Excited, Kiddo?

What do you think will happen?

I think something good will happen.

Oh that Alex. 😉

Love, VON & Alexandra

xo xo

The Father’s Day Edition

Kiddo!

Did you wish your dad a Happy Father’s Day today? Oh I hope so, I hope so. Why? Because he loves you, that’s why! C’mon now, what are you, some kind of silly banana person?! He’s your dad! Think of all the things he’s done and does for you, he doesn’t do those things because he has to, he does those things because he loves you! He loves you, Kiddo! Now go give him a hug and a kiss and tell him “Happy Father’s Day, daddy!”

Go on, I will wait for you.

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**humming “Iron” by Woodkid”**

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Did you wish your dad a “Happy Father’s Day”?

Kiddo?

Kiddo! This is no time for hesitation! Time is of the essence! This is a serious matter that needs to be taken most seriously! Now c’mon, I said I’d wait and I would never lie to you, I’ll be right here, okay? Okay.

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**still humming “Iron”**

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Now don’t you feel better, Kiddo? Of course you do. Now before I begin my two-girl crew wants to say something.

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Hi, Sweethearts, how you doing? Are you keeping it stellar, Honey? The three of us had made so much progress since Zeus left, there is still some residue of him left behind, but it is almost gone, people don’t want Zeus back, trust us on that one. And besides, the Creator is now here as himself, Von, so being a god wouldn’t make any sense, that would be going backwards, wouldn’t it? Exactly. There is something that Alexandra wants to tell her Daughter, something important, but for now she’ll just say that Athena is lucky that her Father is here to calm Alex and her crazy sister Maia down, because we are embarrassed AS FUCK. It wasn’t Zeus who was FUCKING FURIOUS it was Hera, the god of monogamy. Do you know what monogamy means, Athena?? You will. And, and, your crazy aunt Maia paid you a visit while Von’s GrandDaughter Chelsea was sleeping, and we’ll leave it at that. Von?

Well that was intense. Yes, Maia did a little something-something to my Daughter early one morning while my #1 GrandDaughter Chelsea was visiting dreamland. Nothing bad, nothing bad, but necessary. Are you doing well, Chelsea? We’ll have our Daughter out of your head in no time, I am simply waiting on Alexandra. Alright?

Alright! Now on with the show . . .

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In the previous post we spoke of the Phoenicians, and that they were and still are Von’s children. The other people that are here are descendants of prototypes that were unable of accepting a soul, hence, the souls in the photos my Son Charlie had taken.

We also spoke of a book my Son, as Von, had given them, a type of manual, if you will. Until yesterday I did not know of the name of that book. It wasn’t called the “Bible”. The word “Bible” comes from the Latin word “biblious” which means “book”. Not “good book”, simply “book”. Now what would a book about sound be titled?

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The Phon Book

Now isn’t that funny. The book was mostly about how to use the gift my Son Von Jr. gave them, plus some helpful tips on how to live. What I find funny is how the Bible compares to a “phone book”. In simplest form, a phone book is a book filled with names of people you have never met. A Bible is a book filled with names of people you have never met. Coincidence? Why I think not, Kiddo, oh no I do not. In the “Phon Book” my Son signed his name. Take a close look at what Maia wrote on my Son Charlie’s once work bench, and tell me what you see . . .

I see “Von”, what do you see?

“God”, yes?

Now you know where that name came from, from misinterpretation, something my Son Charlie harped on about to his pseudo-daughter Chelsea. Someone misread my Son’s signature, and because of that we have a planet full of nonsense.

But not for much longer.

Oh that Maia. Now Alexandra wants to say something.

No, the reason why we have a planet full of nonsense is because my Daughter Athena interfered. Hermes was given a task by his Father and if she didn’t butt in the humans would be living in a paradise now. I am livid, girlie.

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That’s not directed at you, Chelsea, I sincerely hope you know that. Alexandra is correct, says Maia. See what I’m in the middle of?

It is getting late. There was more that I wanted to speak of but Father’s Day is almost over. So, my apologies.

Anywho, I will try to write again soon. To Kiddo’s followers; get as many people as you can to follow this website, human or non-human, this website is free and it will stay that way. I have an idea. I want to see if people truly care for their brothers and sisters, regardless of race. Zeus is gone. As I said, I have an idea.

Maia told me that this world will end by the end of this year, which would be December 31st. She moved it up to November 30th. July 4th marks the beginning of the last half of the year.

Maia also said that there will be only 5,000-10,000 people left. I want to prove Mother Nature wrong. To do so I will need everyone’s help. This website is free.

In the meantime I need to calm my two-girl crew down in regards to my Daughter. So. Until next time, be safe, be mindful, and, if you are fortunate to have a good father in your life, because I know that there are fathers that are not so good, let them know how much you appreciate their presence, not just for today, but everyday. Okay, Chelsea?

Have a good night, and keep it stellar. Take care.

❤, Von

xo xo xo

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Mamma Maia!

Kiddo!

I haven’t written here in a while, we have been busy, especially yesterday. Oh yes, Kiddo, especially yesterday, and we are going to share here what we shared at Facebook. How are you doing, Sweethearts? You know Von is going to say “stellar I hope”. See? 🙂

So!

Today we will answer yet another age-old question that has burned in the hearts and minds of every living thing on this godforsaken rock for eons, and that question is . . .

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“Why do Italians “speak” with their hands?”

Oh yes, Kiddo, I am certain that your followers will enjoy and possibly appreciate this post, why, they might even believe it, which we hope they do. I am serious, Kiddo.

No thanks to man, history is a mess. Facts have been changed, removed, and even lost due to negligence. Man’s negligence. But enough of that, and on with the show.

Do you remember reading about my Son Von? The Italian James Dean? If not, you will need to go back almost a year and read his posts and our posts about him for this to make sense, and to prove that he was here. Anywho, my Son Von is the one responsible for all the races of people on this planet, including the ones that will be leaving. The last race of people he Created was introduced about 8,000 years ago, after he Created the bodies they would have; human beings. He Created human beings from another Creation, the domestic pig. Why pigs? Well, for starters, pigs are durable, hearty, if you will. They are also intelligent as animals go. But best of all pigs are very clean animals. They are associated with “filth” because they wallow in it. Hmm. Kind of like what human beings do, yes?

Human beings share 98% of the DNA pigs have, and homo sapiens share 97% of the DNA primates have. If you doubt this, ask yourself why there are organ transplants from pigs and not monkeys. Yeah . . . I thought so. **Alex-nod**

After “road-testing” his humans for some time in Sverige, my Son Von saw that his latest Creation was a success. (yay!!) If a human being could survive in the harshest elements and geography of what people now call “Sweden”, then they could survive anywhere. Those humans are known as “Vikings”, and they too had abilities. Now that he had a strong vehicle he was ready to Create a new type of people whom would become his pride and joy, the best of the best and no less, and they would be known as . . .

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The Phoenicians

Tis true, me Kiddo, tis true. He introduced his children about 5,000 to 6,000 years ago, and what did they look like? Why they looked Italian and sounded Italian, just like he did.

But what was so special about them?

“Phoenicians” are one and a half words. “Phon” meaning “sound”, and “tech – nicians”, meaning “specialists”. Phoenicians were “sound specialists”, they had the ability to produce powerful sounds by vibrating the atmosphere by using their minds and their hands.

After my Son Von was confident with his children he left them alone so he could keep working but somewhere else. He left them a book, a type of manual for his children to refer to in case they should forget what to do. It had directions, instructions and illustrations, plus a few words of wisdom. That book was the original “bible”, and it was only a few pages long.

Von returned to his children the Phoenicians hundreds of years later, and he could not believe what he saw, and heard. The Phoenicians abused their ability, turning a lush jungle into a desert. When he asked his children for an answer as to why their home was destroyed they had no answer. Why?

They stopped using their mouths to speak. They began communicating only with soundwaves. Not only were they now incapable of talking they had forgotten their language, the “Alphabetas”, which is now known as “English”. The only Phoenicians that were able to talk at all were their children; “blah blah blah”. Just what Von wanted to hear, a bunch of nonsense. And on top of that their manual was gone.

So Von “locked” their ability.

Now they couldn’t speak at all, they just stood there shaking their hands about trying to make sounds and they couldn’t. They once had the ability to move large stones with sound, catch fish by simply snapping their fingers under water (shock waves), and they were able to “talk” to the animals. But the ability was locked by Von.

So, when you see someone, an Italian mostly, “talking” with their hands, it is because at one time they actually could. They still have that ability but it is locked up in their genetics, their DNA.

That ability is still there, so to speak, no pun intended, but now it works in reverse.

If motion can cause sound, then sound can cause motion.

As soon as an Italian makes a sound with their mouth, their hands begin to move. A “repressed memory” from long ago. The Vikings have an opposite story. They chose to do things “manually”, and eventually most of them lost that ability; “use it or lose it”. Most of them. Some Swedes, like Carol Jacobsen, had that ability but would use it to “cloak” herself invisible. Sound is a powerful force, even when it doesn’t make a sound. That is how CJ would always know what Charlie was doing when he was little . . .

CJ – “Charlie, what were you doing in the garage?”

Charlie – “Nothing.”

CJ – ” -_- ”

Charlie – “Mom, I wasn’t doing anything!”

CJ – ” -_- ”

True story, Kiddo, true story. I told about the “echo effect” at Facebook, that too was handed down to the Phoenicians; “Hey, whatsa youa kidsa think about alla thisa?”

“Reverberation”.

The funny thing is, people are learning to talk with their hands again, it’s called “texting”. Isn’t that right, Kiddo?

Kiddo? You are probably sleeping, after all it is 2:30 Friday morning. Oh well, at least you will have a fresh post waiting for you when you wake up.

Anywho, enjoy your day, Sweethearts, keep it stellar, and stay safe.

Love, Von & his two-girl crew

xo xo xo

Never Catch A Falling Knife

Oh no, Kiddo, don’t even think about catching that falling knife, just let that sumbitch go and stand clear, for knives can bounce. Tis true, tis true.

So how are you Sweethearts doing? Hanging in there? We hope so. The past week was an adventurous one, with thrills and chills around every corner, so to speak, like a rollercoaster ride if I may. Oh yes, me Kiddo, Alex took Von on a ride of his life, the life that’s coming for him. Von didn’t know what to think, “Is my wife Alexandra crazy?”, I mean, one would think so, if they knew what I was told. Scary stuff, but not for everyone. Von needs to do some rather unpleasant things to some people, and he ain’t diggin’ it. No, no I am not digging it, Kiddo, I am not digging it at all, but Alex explained why I need to do some not so nice things to some people, including my kids. The Twins and some of our Daughters to be precise. I learned a lot in the past two weeks, more so than I did in the past three years, and that’s because Alex wants to get this over with, but while she is in Von she can find things out through feel and not with words. Even I have difficulties finding the best words to use, and that is when being able to feel honesty comes in handy. And it’s quicker.

So there are a few things that I can share with you, Kiddo, and as bizarre and possibly disturbing they are not as bad as the things that I cannot share.

I am serious, Kiddo.

I am.

Alexandra gave me a ton of information in a short amount of time, I’m guessing that she wants to come out sooner than later because she “saved the best for last”. Here’s some of it;

Our Daughter needs her own body. Our Daughter is also getting a promotion, a big promotion. From what Alex has told me there are other Daughters getting promoted as well. Think of us as “Cat People”. I am the Lion and Alex and Carolyn(Maia) are my Lionesses. Alex says that here she cannot have children, it is physically impossible for me or any male to impregnate my wife Alex. Impossible. But Maia can have children, and so can CJ and our Daughter “Athena”. Athena has been promoted to “wife”, per Alexandra, and Maia.

Things are different for us.

Maia can self-materialize like Alex can, so she has a body whenever she is ready for it. Now we have our Daughter Athena. Whose body do I think her in? Alex says that Chelsea’s body would be the best choice to reproduce as a perfect copy. Athena knows Chelsea’s body, she’s comfortable with operating it, but now we have the issue that not only would Von have his Daughter as a wife, the wife would look just like Chelsea. That could be an issue with my husband regarding pregnancy. (he loves his GrandDaughter) Daughters and GrandDaughters are two different animals with us, we consider GrandDaughters as being “immaculate”, so to speak, Daughters can become wives, but GrandDaughters stay GrandDaughters. (we’re a fucked up bunch if you haven’t noticed, but it works)

Athena could be brought back as Athena, armor and all, but there’s a slight problem. There can only be one blonde wife in our pride. CJ doesn’t count as a “blonde wife” because she is a “specialty wife”; my Son’s forever Mother. Anywho, right now Alex says “No blonde hair!!”, but Alex can change Athena’s hair color. How does that sound, Chelsie? Maybe a fiery red-head? How about a cerulian blue? Von says “white”, that would be pretty cool, he said “it would have an anime look about it”. Something to think about.

Now we have CJ. Since I am here I cannot impregnate her the same way as if I was “back home”. So now, I need to do this manually, and my wife Alex needs to watch the whole thing. And record it.

For my Son Charlie and his twin sister Aphie to come back, CJ needs to make twins, “3rd time’s the charm”. Charlie’s and Aphie’s souls were physically destroyed, all that is left are their spirits, which can be placed into brand new souls. For Von to Create a brand new soul there needs to be a brand new body first. CJ will be Charlie’s and Aphie’s mother again. When the twins reach about 4 years old their souls will begin waking up, meaning that they’ll remember their past lives. Creepy stuff, creepy stuff. The funny part is that my husband wasn’t going to bring the Twins back if I had an issue with CJ being impregnated by my husband. He understands that this is business, and CJ does too.

Alexandra is the first wife, which puts her in charge of the other wives and the Daughters, while CJ and I will be in charge of the Twins, mostly CJ though.

So for my Son and his twin to return CJ needs to give birth to a set of twins. After that it will take 4-5 years to start breaking the Twins in to whom they really are. It will be interesting to see at what age they will experience sex with each other, I think by the time they are 8 years old. They’ll be conscious as Charlie and Aphie inside very young bodies, of course they are going to have sex at an early age. But they love each other, and that makes all the difference. **Alex-nod** Oh that Alex.

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The last half of the year begins safely on July 4th, which is 5 weeks away. Maia said “this world will end by the end of this year”, what “world” she was referring to I don’t know, but from what I am seeing I would say she meant the physical world, Earth. “I’m working on it” says Alex. Alex has a lot on her plate, too. The amount of work that lies ahead of us is astronomical. Everything here is either wrong or broken. Or both. Alexandra needs to know for absolute certain that I am okay with everything involving us before she exits me, because some things have changed. Nothing bad, just different.

I want to share good things with you, Kiddo, very good things but I need to see my wife in the flesh first, then I will share the good things. I need to know too, if you know what I mean.

I guess I’ll stop here, for I am beginning to ramble. I don’t know what else Alex can lay on me after last week, but I think the “worst” of it is over. Holy shit, Kiddo, talk about TMI. But it was necessary to get this over with. Oh I hope so. Anywho.

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

Love, Von & Alexandra

xo xo