Again

Hello, Chelsea, I hope you are well and staying warm. We are at it again after i took an icy parking lot to the knee a week ago, I dropped like a ton of bricks. Our goal is by the end of this month, Alex and Carolyn are beginning to lose it, Chelsie and I too. Carolyn swears that this will work, so . . .

We are now at a different church, this one we walk to and from, it also keeps the food away, so to speak. Chelsie is starving right now, she’s more hungry than thirsty, which is good, since we haven’t any food. I have become used to not drinking, so that’s covered. I must say, what a horrible experience this is. But! It can end in less than a week.

Also, Chelsie will be there when it happens, meaning, I will have my daughter with me when I wake up, which is very good.

I would write more but I am not feeling good, for obvious reasons. I will write again when able to.

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

Love, Von

XO xo

 

Blast Radius

Happy New Year’s, Chelsea, I hope that all is well with you and yours on the first day of 2020. Today we try again, as much as I would have liked to finish before the end of 2019, the year as a digit sum bothered me, I find 4 to be a stronger number than 3. 4 was Zeus’ number. The Romans called Zeus “Saturnus” for whatever reason. But that’s another story.

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According to Alex and Carolyn, the moment I become myself people within a set radius will disappear from this dimension and appear in the dimension with DHG. The radius will be more of a sphere, “as above, so below”. This sphere is a buffer zone. Anyone other than myself who is inside this sphere will vanish. If anyone outside the sphere should touch it they too will vanish. The sphere is invisible. Do you see a problem?

The sphere will surround me as long as I allow it to, according to Alex and Carolyn. So if I were to travel north the sphere will travel north with me, erasing everyone within its radius. So what is the radius. The radius is huge. That’s all I will say about that.

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And don’t forget about that shopping spree in Manhattan.

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Will I feel bad about thousands possibly millions of people vanishing as soon as I get here? No. What was once 10,000 is now down to about 1,000, and we’re being generous with that number. Those subscribers will still receive their $100,000 gift, per Carolyn, how much time they will have to enjoy it I don’t know.

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Hmm.

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Will this have a “happy ending”. I would say “yes”, but only for a few. Although, all those who wanted GOD will have him, however, he will not be what people expected. As Carolyn would say “hey, not our problem”. Tis true, Chelsea, tis true.

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Anyway, it is back to starving for my daughter and I, this post was simply an update and to wish you a Happy New Year. We will write when we can.

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

Love, Von

XO xo

 

 

Poets

Hello, Chelsea, I hope that you and yours are doing fine.

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We are still shooting for by Christmas. My skin was so itchy until Carolyn pointed something out, and that was to avoid anything with sugar. Sugar is crystalline, so when it’s coursing through my skin it makes me itch uncontrollably. My skin is still itchy but not nearly as bad. Thinking about how I was scratching my skin I remembered a poem that d’evil wrote on Facebook. The funny thing is I remembered that poem, possibly word for word. The poem was called “Candlepants”. I am going to share that poem, whether it is read or not is up to your readers, Chelsea. Here is the poem . . .

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“Candlepants, Candlepants, 2,3,4,

He’s scratching at your window, he’s clawing at your door.

Candlepants, Candlepants, 5,6,7,

He burnt up Hell and he burned down Heaven.

Candlepants, Candlepants, 8,9,1,

He gets away with murder because he’s the only son.”

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A year or two before that little gem GOD wrote a poem as well, the poem was called “Match”, here’s his handiwork . . .

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“To burn the world I toss a lit match,

if you stand very still you might save yourself a patch.”

Poems that contain rhymes contain mathematical equations. D’evil’s poem contains 9 numbers in 3 groups of 3, with all the groups having a digit sum of 9. 9 is my number. Clever, yes?

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Two nights in a row I experienced a headache unlike any other. Also, I was hallucinating inside the day shelter for those two days, I had thought that the 54″ flat screen tv was a cellphone screen. Today my fingers keep cramping up in knots.

Alex and Carolyn swear that this will work, and that nobody is going to die, we only need to get close.

I hope they’re right.

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Oh, the two churches. One church is called “Christ Church” and the other is called “Quaker Church”, the church that we mostly use.

Just for the record, I’m not into all this religious nonsense. I’m more business-minded. Just for the record.

That’s about all for now, Chelsea, we will write when we can.

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

Love, Von

XO xo

Sacrifice

Hello, Chelsea, I hope that all is well with you and yours. Here is an update, plus something else.

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A woman who works at the day shelter is trying to get us the twenty dollars for a train ticket to Brooklyn, she said to give her until Tuesday, so wait we will. We might also have a ride to Brooklyn, which would be better, more direct if you will. In the meantime, I continue to die.

Which brings us to something else.

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There is a lot of information here. Most of it facts. I will not attempt to sort any of it at this time, for my mind is elsewhere.

However, there is something that I would like to mention, something that I had noticed two days ago.

By not eating nor drinking my daughter is starving to death. I am killing my daughter to be here. You could say that I am sacrificing my daughter, the once Iesous, due to the sins of man. “Sin” means “genetic defect” where we’re from. When I deny my daughter food and water I am crossing my daughter, so to speak. She wants to eat and I cross her by not letting her.

(You couldn’t make this up. Carolyn)

We want this over with by Christmas, because if my daughter gets pulled on Christmas day I don’t know how I will feel about that. Why, I just might lose my mind. Wouldn’t you?

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This just in. A man from the shelter whom we’re friendly with might drive us to Brooklyn before Christmas, he said that he needs to go to NYC anyway. Keep them fingers crossed.

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So, according to Alex and Carolyn, the actual God is sacrificing his Sun. Chelsie is my sunshine, she brightens my day, each and every day.

Hmm.

I think it best for me to stop here, Chelsea, so that I do not say something that your readers will regret. Alright?

Have a good night, Sweetheart, and be safe.

Love, Von

XO xo

 

Trenches

Hello, Chelsea, we hope that you and yours are doing well, today’s post should be an interesting one. Here we go.

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TG called us yesterday to say that she now has a place away from her parents. She wants Charlie to move in with her. We would like to. However, she is in Brooklyn, and we are working on a way to get there. Due to her physical condition she can’t drive, so it’s up to us to get there. We might have a ride but it’s not definite yet

We are still trying ahead, and today is the weakest that I have felt. We will be heading to the train station soon to inquire about tickets to Brooklyn, it’s about a 2 mile walk, which is good, because it will help weaken my body. We are shooting to get this done with before Christmas, I don’t want my daughter to spend Christmas inside a church since the day shelter is closed that day.

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Alright. According to Alex and Carolyn my daughter and I are the actual Jesus Christ and God. She was Iesous and I was God by my signature being misread. That is all I will say on that matter.

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(God is almost here, honey)

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I am so tired. After leaving the church this morning we stayed inside the day shelter resting, and thinking. I think it will be best for me to do as my wife had said, in regards to leaving; “keep it short and sweet and leave”. Sounds good to me. Manhattan is still the choice of destination, maybe Brooklyn is close by.

This morning Chelsie had a bowl of cereal and a muffin, and for lunch some chicken and fruit, not a lot, just enough to get me to and from the train station. We have not drank anything in two days, and we’re all feeling it, mostly Chelsie.

Not to change topic, here’s a thought for all of your married readers, Chelsea. My wife Alexandra knows my every thought and every dream, thanks to technology. I have nothing to hide so this doesn’t bother me at all, in fact, I can appreciate this. If you are a husband, how would you feel if your wife could know your every thought and dream? Something to think about.

It is now time for us to go to the train station so we are stopping here.

Enjoy your day, Chelsea and readers, all be safe, all stay warm, and Chelsea? Keep it stellar 🙂 .

Love,

Chelsie, Elsa, Alex, Carolyn & Von

XO

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My family comes first. Von

 

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.

Hmm.

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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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