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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

 

 

 

 

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Hello, Chelsea, I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving holiday and that you are doing well. Here’s where we are at, Sweetheart.

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Carolyn made reservations in advance regarding Thanksgiving day. Chelsie didn’t have Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, but she had it for lunch ahead of time. Alex and Carolyn knew that it would be impossible for me to deny my daughter food on such a festive day, but they also knwe that I am serious about what we are doing, so we compromised and had Thanksgiving lunch. Did it slow us down? No, we didn’t eat much, food has been making me feel not so good lately, so eating a little was not a problem. Still no water.

About three weeks ago my wrists were very itchy. A week later that itchiness moved from my wrists into my forearms and kept moving. It started with my wrists, then forearms, elbows, upper arms, shoulders, shoulder blades, clavicle, chest, abdomen, pelvis, and now its into my thighs. Carolyn said that it has something to do with dehydration and my body self-preparing.

Another new thing my body’s doing is saying “voice” after I cough to clear my voice. It did this last night in front of people but no one said anything. Did anyone hear it? Yes. My body, or suit, has been doing this quite often now that I think about it. Carolyn did say that this is going to happen soon with or without me, so maybe “voice” is a sign? Yes.

I have taken the wedding band off since there was a possibility of it slipping off my finger due to weight loss and the possibility that when my body does its thing the ring would be too small. Ouch.

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Was Charlie actually Chelsie? Yes.

Did technology allow Chelsie to ride with Chelsea? Yes.

Hmm.

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Was Chelsie also Zeus? Yes.

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Well that changes everything.

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Was Lucifer herself hiding in Chelsea? Yes.

Is Lucifer contained as well? Yes.

Carolyn wants to say something . . .

Chelsea, wait til you hear what was actually going on, you’re gonna shit, Sweetheart. Von is becoming himself more and more each day, to the point where even he sees and feels a difference. Von is on a timer now, he doesn’t know when but he knows its soon.

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I need some fresh air so we are stopping here, Chelsea, I haven’t been feeling good lately. We will write when we can.

Enjoy your day, Sweetheart, be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar.

Love, Von

xo xo

 

ODD

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

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I made that one day I needed, so now I need to do my best.

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I was thinking about DHG the other day. Having two heads must be a nightmare. Now that I know what I’ve seen was from a camera I’d say that GOD and d’evil have their own heads, but how do they control their body? Does one operate the left side and the other one the right? How do they eat? Do they take turns speaking or do they talk in sync? These things interest me. What if that happens to me and my daughter? Alex and Carolyn insist that it won’t happen to us, at this moment I am so tired that I wouldn’t care if it did.

Oh yes, Kiddo, I am serious.

But Alex and Carolyn insist that won’t happen because it already did somewhere else. Well lets hope that they are right, for everyone’s sake.

Somewhere else, where exactly is somewhere else?

We’re in the church, by the way.

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Ever talk to someone’s reflection in a mirror? If so, did you notice that they were someone else? The reflection is opposite, left is right and right is left, so . . . who were you talking to? I mean, you were talking to a living image existing inside a piece of glass, could they still be there?

By the way, the name of the church we’re in is called “Christ Church”.

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Chelsie is so hungry and thirsty and I can’t give her anything. One day down.

What do you think DHG wears for clothing? I’m thinking leather. Alex says that their castle can be seen from Space, must be pretty big.

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Oh snap! I forgot to mention that we spent Sunday in a church listening to a serpent I mean sermon. I am serious, Kiddo. Why did we do that? **looks side to side, leans forward** Free dinner afterwards. And it was good too.

You know what would be funny, Chelsea? If GOD and d’evil are writing this. Now that would be funny I think. I’m serious, that would be funny, at least I think it would be I mean c’mon now, Kiddo. And speaking of churches, ever hear of “The Church of the Sacred Mirror”? Its somewhere in NY. I think that it would be best to stay away from there, doesn’t sound kosher, so to speak.

Thursday is Thanksgiving, this should be painful.

You know, between you and me, Chelsea, I’m not falling all over myself about this. Meaning, I’m not that anxious if anxious at all. However, all of us are exhausted, and all of us want this to end. Including my daughter Chelsie, who’s slightly nervous. Then again, who wouldn’t be nervous?

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Well I think that’s about all for tonight, just letting you know what’s going on and where we’re at because we are somewhere, just not certain as to where exactly. Make sense?

Have a good night, Chelsea, be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar. We’ll write when we can, Sweetheart.

Love,

Carolyn, Alex, Chelsie and Von

xo xo xo xo

 

 

 

 

 

In the house

Hello, Kiddo. It is Friday night and I felt like speaking. So to speak.

I was upset with myself earlier for letting Chelsie eat some dinner, after I was told “no food”. We ate a mini Thanksgiving dinner; turkey, stuffing, potatoes, cranberry sauce and apple pie. I allowed this for two main reasons. One, she’s my daughter. Two, it was an opportunity to make certain that my daughter had Thanksgiving dinner.

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Here’s Carolyn . . .

Hi, Sweetheart, how are you? Good I hope. This is for your readers. Try to put yourself in Von’s shoes. His plate is more than full. Before he can do anything he needs to stop eating and drinking completely. This won’t take that long, but he needs to stop soon. Tonight’s dinner was okay to eat, it’ll give him energy until tomorrow night, but he needs to stop eating, and drinking obviously. This is far from fucking easy, Chelsea, he might not remember his daughter by memory but he knows her by feel. He feels her when she’s starving, and it kills him not to give her food or water. If you’re a parent could you starve your child to death? Hopefully not. All Von needs to do is get close, and he’s pretty close right now. All of us back home know he’s not doing this to hurt his daughter, we know that and so does Chelsie, but Chelsie is a little nervous. This is some serious shit we’re doing here, people, you don’t know just how close we are to completing this. And all he needs to do is stop eating and drinking for several days, that’s it. He’s done this twice before, third time’s the charm. He becomes himself, he then goes to where we discussed, and there he summons Chelsie. I told him dozens of times “you’re gonna shit” when he sees what he can do. One word; unbelievable.

One more thing. He was right about freezing time and light, That’s how advanced we are. Between his abilities as the Creator and our technology we can do virtually anything, including capturing GOD and d’evil, and a few other undesirables too. He just remembered saying “an 8 year old with a slingshot and bad aim could have taken GOD out” and it made us all smile. Now has thinking about him with the counting, holy fuck you had to see that. ”  . . . 13! No, 4!”  Holy shit were we glad when that ended, every fuckin day counting numbers. But those numbers meant something to him.

And for the record, Von knows that he might not be able to fix everything, including people disappearing to be with DHG. In the end its not our problem. Who believes in someone that they never met? Chelsea, how many of your readers do you think still believe in Jesus after we gave proof of the letter J’s history? I bet quite a few. Not our problem.

He’s exhausted so Alex and I will stop here, it’s been a long day for all of us. And yes we’re in the church. It’s nicer than the night shelter, quiet and peaceful, like a cemetery says Von. He’s kinda right.

Okay, Sweetheart, we’re calling it a night. Be safe, stay warm, and keep it stellar.

Love,

Carolyn, Alex and Chelsie

xo co xo

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Pleasant dreams, Chelsea, pleasant dreams.

Love, Von

xo