Nietzsche Structure built

I started learning about a visual model back in December 2016, when I created Trumpdomains.net in response to a 45.8# Block of Lead my Dad, Donal, was given as a gift for Christmas.

It’s been an entire POTUS later and I’ve gotten to the point where I can easily describe my physics model to anyone that’d ask. My friends and family believe in what I’m doing and a Doctor of Physics has written a letter of support. It basically says it’s a long shot, but my memories and thoughts could be a key to the universe.

I am cursed by Cosmic Censorship. I’m a bit of information falling into a blackhole. I recently realized my model was wrong. Incorrectly thinking the Earth is surrounded by a Primordial Blackhole. I completely forgot about the Blackhole at the center of our Milky Way. So I’d adjusted my thinking in the past week.

I’m observing extra ordinary evidence of Supersymmetry. God communicates via humor. Just take a look at reality.

The Russian Groupthink seems to understand what I’m experiencing. I say Groupthink because I don’t believe an individual knows what I’m up to with my Vision, but I “Feel” as if the general vibe of the Russian Information Warfare.

Right now it also feels like we are “Biden” our time until the QAnon Conspiracy collapses.

Even though my Structure is built, it is purely in my mind. I get dismissed by anyone outside of my local group and smart people tend to really avoid me. It’s difficult to spread an idea of a neural network linking all mankind with Earth when no one outside my group will speak to me.

If you’re interested in hearing about a metaphysical model that looks like a ghosting Neuron on the surface of Earth, contact me. If you think someone else has taken their time to check on me, assume they haven’t. I have no doubt I’m under intermittent surveillance by the Groupthink of our US Intelligence. If you do contact me, you’ll be doing a sort of “First Contact” where the First Observer Effect is possible. If I have any influence on the thought pattern to come of it, it’ll be made of love. I learned it’s a lot easier to get through life if I give up my free will to hate.

the Dictator

Chasing Honey – The Coronavirus / COVID-19

Dear Earth,

I believe I have diagnosed the Coronavirus using my own methodologies. I have not been able to speak of this prior due to cosmic censorship.

The Corona (Eclipse) Virus is simply put.

The Magnetic resonance of festering ignorance. We have been way over due for another Carrington event and if my hypothesis is correct then when the lower and upper portions of the information blackhole merge we will see a naked singularity.

Mask:

The Corona Virus is not around as much as we think it is. The vast majority of the virus create electrostatic bonds to particles from your mouth. A mask will give a barrier to these. Try to think of Masks as a bullet proof vest or a Lexapro with the 251 Imprinted, Cell Phone Alabama’s area code. You don’t use it but that one day a year you get shot. The other 364 days are wastefully spent wearing a vest that accomplishes nothing but inconvenience.

Wear a mask fools. You can’t cover your head holes in the split second someone nearby sneezes or coughs or talks with heavy spittal. God forbid someone sing near you. Music is the wave this rides.

Soon, and I have no clue when, we will pass through the plates of this singularity. It will not cause any problems but mass confusion. Since it’s all information, I make a suggestion. Please take a spoonful of LOCAL Honey so you’ll be inoculated, if only in placebo form, from the gravitational waves that’ll pass through Earth. during the transitional event.

Wild Party – Chasing Honey

My Base reality subjectively resets every 7 days, starting Sundays, and objectively (Projected) every 16 days. I am seeking a Hmm from a Unique thought outside of my local group of friends and family. Until I get that, I’ll be forever held back by an ever expanding blackhole due to Cosmic Censorship.

I am not alone. This belief is held by many of my peers. There will be a group of First Observers show themselves to begin the evolution of human kind. I may not be that person. 434am has a good chance of being that person. I don’t have the charisma.

Regards,

the Dictator

with help from Michael and the Auditor

My debit card got stolen, explained as a quantum event.

Yesterday I got news that my debit card was used fraudulently … at a Chevron station in West Palm Beach, Florida less than 10 miles from the Mar-a-Lago Club. Now, I’m just a regular person, so what are the chances my debit card would be used for a fuel purchase so close to the Winter Whitehouse?

The past few days I’ve been brewing a little bit because I am spending my #CitizensUnited money with Google and Facebook. I have paid for advertising that has not been getting delivered. Both are showing ads being clicked, but my logs don’t reflect the traffic. I have a few residential IP addresses coming to my site, but the bulk of the traffic is from robots and crawlers.

So my ability to spend money in a fashion that is akin to Citizens United v FEC has been stopped for the time being. That is, until I work out the situation with Google and Bookface. My inability to have money spent in a fashion consistent with my experiment has come to a halt until I figure out my next step.

That brings us back to the debit card. The timing could not be any better. I pay to Discover, but this was my personal debit card that was used less than ten miles from where Donald Trump goes to roost. The card was used for gas at a Chevron station and per the rules of quantum physics I’ve discovered, it must have multiple interpretations.

The first one being my grandma believed Chevron fuel was the best fuel. Her last vehicle was a PT Cruiser and if it didn’t get Chevron gas it’d spit and spudder. I didn’t believe it at first, but witnessed it myself. That vehicle would only run well on Chevron. My first interpretation is the ghost of my grandmother refilled her PT Cruiser one last time. I have no way of knowing if it was a PT Cruiser that was refueled with my debit card, but I’d like to believe it was. Faith drives a lot of this.

The second and more fun interpretation is that the Dictator, the 13 year old persona born into me 9 months after viewing the unusual light was gifted this coincidence as confirmation that money does equal speech and it’s been compromised. The person who actually stole it was a third person for a moment, but third person’s generally don’t know who they are, if ever.

I get my replacement debit card in a few days. Until then, it’ll pay to Discover.

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