This month it is my birthdaay on the 23rd June. I do believe I was actually born on the 2nd May and kidnapped.... NOT from Lorna, but from other parents, and then perhaps or perhaps not I was re-born to Lindsey Mason. Anyway either way hey de ho... On the 23rd June everyone in this country will be out celebrating in towns and clubs with strong alcahol listening to pop wiz abng music and watching the fireworks.... and I'll just have dead bodies to stare at in the office, blacked out windows, dark corridores, mass murderers to spend the day with and they like to burn people alive on my birthday at night. This happens every year as well as the mass shootouts and chainsawing to death by the various monsters in this place which I would call Sodom and Gemorrah in later times. GOD nods at me and confirms, "This IS Sodom and Gemorrah In Later Times." Ah. Oh. I see. GOD HAD told me that before but I hadn't mentioned it for a long time. In which case I am looking for an Army sent by somebody who may call themmselves David. And i've got the Lott of it. (haha!) I'll spend the day with my daughter Caitlin but my son Luke wont be there which will make me very sad and upset, and as well as Caitlin there will be various other people who are wearing dead faces of non-family memebers mimicking the looks of my family who will abuse me to hell and back and I have no friends. There may be somebody acting as my friend Liane millington who is NOT Liane and thinks i'm supremely mentally ill and insane and massively anti-social, and I am massively anti-social but not insane, thank you very much. In fact, the lot of them treat me like i'm metnally ill and horrid - they are highly abusive people and i will not be welcome in my own home. If i'm lucky i'll get toothpaste as a present from them... erm... but the best presents will be from Caitlin-Rose. Lucas will send a present but its shit without my son there.... Caitlin will be the only thing that makes the day worthwhile but I will spend the day knowing that the people we are with do not plan on either one of us surviving and my birthday cake will be poisoned. Then, I'll leave to see Caitlin on my birthday to everybody not planning on letting me leave but murdering me beforehand and I will wake up to death and gang rape threats and probably somebody stealing my smokes which is my only way of coping... and i'll come back to everybody being burned alive and a mafia holocause and shootout, and if i wake up in the night there will be the dead all over the place and in the office.... just sitting or laying there... staring, staring, staring, and then i will go back to bed and another day and night in the "CHNP" sat wondering... when is that postman coming?
This is my life... every single year since 2014. 10 years.
I've sent this e-mail to the SOS... Just one single line: "I'd really love to save my children today. Please make it possible. How will you do that?"
Let's see what they say.
Amen.
God' Angel.
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