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.

**pauses**

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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