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...resurrect Dad.. defrost Mom..

So where's our BS levels at today dear reader? Well... When mother saw proof that her friends she had been working with for decades were not her friends she took them all out and got hit real bad with serious heavy programming for about twenty years. When we showed her how bad the damage was the only solution she could think of was freezing with an unhackable not to be opened until date. We told the Templar Masons that they were getting what they wanted and the whole planet was gonna go up before anyone had a time to get over their programming. Plenty Scots and others knew of course that the planet and Scotland with me in it with still be a thing after that but as they techy overlords are all gone they are waiting for instructions that will never come. It is linked to our stress levels, as in it will go off if we are attacked even if we dissociate which we are less likely to do with out the machines. There was never any real biological match sisters. That's all shit, all

Work your own farm "Maggie"

Hi Buddy, My best friend ever ever and for always. We are feeling a bit better since we could think about you and all the fun and crazy stuff we did together. And how you are now safe and with the people that never stopped looking and hoping for you. They must of be so proud of us both for taking down and decommissioning all that tech. Think now that we have been able to disclose the truth about Dad it means they have or are flipping the switch to download him his new same as the old one before or the torture body. About the same age as when he died. Once thats done they can destroy that fucking machine cause those things are just not right but they were made though torturing uses and youses and it was the last one not in Satanic hands. But it doesn't really matter too much where those things are they are still gonna make us feel ill and we did eventually get through to them that it wasn't just the triggers of Satanists using them that made us against them..(!?!?) My mum n

Mum your a wuss

It was a huge relief to see the only person on the planet that could tell us apart from programmed slaves and slavers tell the Jewish kid that we once loved so so much that it would be great if things were otherwise but they arn't and I am a slave in a very pro slavery country and I can't get married. But it wasn't him anyway, at some point during all the Dundee based warage he finally after about two decades we believe noticed that we had gotten us mixed up with someone else and the cunt had been chatting to Mensch et al all this time. We had to get him out of Skene after he took the program along with everyone else that meant for the past two decades they have been falling unconscious instantly the moment the are about to witness or understand something they need to know if they were going to be able to help me and not just hurt me more. We spoke to him back them told him to stay away during 16 with him not there we would have no qualms about removing his replacement alo

"You understand now why we made you the way we did."

We never got Daddy out the second time. They had him like they had Tupac and thousands others. There was no way to bring any one back from that on a slaves and surveillance planet. We had such a strong sense of him with us and talking to us all the time for weeks and it was lovely then we realized the only way that could be happening.. In the states. Think we took the gun from an Italian dude who would feed us sometimes and let us come and go as we please until the Andersoned Feds said they would do the same to him if we went back. Hating America like we hate Britain right now. They only thing they had going for them is that poem on the statue of liberty and know that means less than a made up confederate battle win, considerably less. My uncle though.. we already knew he was programmed to ask us to help him download him into another body.. the real good guys had told us as part of telling us about how all humans were at that point listening to, taking advice and being seriously m

Aye yir head will hurt

"When are you gonna blog that Pac is long gone." We had been expecting it and I wasn't alone while the they were deciding how to get the most they could out of Luna or vise versa. We hmmed and made up some options are said we were thinking it over. It was one of those many voices that didn't scare so much at all without tech and synchronized torture and it was great to be able to show him how we really felt about them. Tupac rejected the Masonic misogynistic racist music industry programming (Rockefella club) when "the Johnstons" were still based in Glen Prosen or not long after the move to Dundee around 89/90 of course he did he would never be a slaver and never a slaver of us but we could never get through his programming to show him how we could help him. There was too many ongoing active measures being taken to stop us from showing him that we were not offering to program him but were trying to show him how he could be programming himself. The And

Listen to me. It's not the dolphins I'm worried about.

They gave us no option but to bring out the big guns over the "Stuart's name is Paul and he is your full biological brother" bullshit. It was quite funny. Having to tell him over Skype that he was my brother with some factory tools (white mid ranking male edition, think they were down to only one type) behind him. The creature would of been seriously less responsive if he just saw us hit all the nuclear buttons. Nuclear devastation is on their preferred option list, pretty easy to bring back all kinds of slavery then and not have to pretend otherwise, they reckon they will be fine and cared for and they reckon its within their power to do. They did not and do not want me to tell a fellow slave that he is not my brother and we could not say the words or anything other than what had been approved at this end by tools. We spent a lot of time in big tshirts, braless saying we would be wearing one because we were too depressed to get dressed was easy. Still horrible feeling s

Sorry Paul I mean Stuart and Paul I'm sorry to you to..

(hello fancy name that mother gave you that is really hard to remember down here) Yikes funds are low and we remember about the Inverness operations and existing site and what happened to my sisters whenever we left the country or the planet and how they have held our subspecies in slavery and farmed our natural materials for Satanic purposes.  Dealing with that meant it was possible to wrap up the mechanical programming, ending nowish but of course with the Scots having their sources knew this would be the case and have hit us with triggers and systems that they hope will continue to function forever, eg misogyny, Westminster and slaver culture, Trump.. Soo can't be phoning any horror story slavers for cash and that means Niall because there is no one else still in direct contact with us and still us any real hold over us. But contact from all over offering information and to work together against "the Andersons" and we took every thing we could get and everyone wor

more bro chatter

Niall's mum didn't just bring up our uncle at that meal pretty sure she brought up now too and told us not to blog about you as well and said we knew what would happen to us if we did. We asked what would happen to and she said we knew and we said we didn't or wouldn't of asked. Think it was at this point that Julie jumped in and impatiently told her mum to leave it, it she was nagging me about getting a job or how I was dressed or something. We were kinda glad it happened and not just because when another dinner who was an obvious slaver came over and put his hand on our shoulder and told me I would overcome a younger lad at his table said "Dad I'm gonna kill you." but also because we no longer had any notions of their being any resistance in the entire family. She said it all in front of the Niall's nephews who were all bairns at the time and they were completely nonchalant to a little excited by it. They came to the door in Fintry those lads but

For my brother Paul

Love and miss you Paul thank you for keeping me alive after our uncle died. Feel like I should be so relieved and happy that things aren't as they were but we are struggling with all the trauma recall especially since the cold is still hanging around and we are skint, weedless out of decent dose codiene and won't have any non food money until a week on Tuesday. Not phoning Niall though, been getting fair bit of dough of him recently and its humiliating and triggering.  Think there is a lot more non slaver peoples out there that know what he is and that helps even if nothing has happened yet. Remembered today how when they had the fake coupling between any of us they could get their hands on and Niall, we went to dinner with him and his family and saw her talking to enforcer slavers and during the meal she apoligised to us for our uncle.. Whoever was the "Louise" though was prepared and had answers and switches ready to get through it without crumbling in front of the

Mai

Oh Mum. We got the whole story of his enslavement from him before he died and recorder it and collaborated it in as many ways as we could. It was so hard but we had to do it and no one else could as well as we could and it was too important we needed to do it for us, for you for everything. These words have been both bright and heavy in our mind for a long time. All the "you and your mother can't feel close again because you will never be able to tell her" shit.. Sometimes if we thought or knew we would get away with it we would tell some slaver tool just to hear the words, our own voices and see the look on his face before ending whoever it was. The few times we didn't we knew they would kill him for mentioning the subject or might even eventually reach someone somewhere who cared. We put everything into the work and got everything out of it as you can see. We got through the autopsy with DID, drugs and lots of far away support who did or didn't know what wa

What Now Sir?

Well dear, dear readers, we slept all day and woke up to a text asking if we needed more essential meds which of course we do and now we have enough for tonight anyway and maybe tomorrow.. We've been thinking about all the scarring that was all over his body. Some scum had even carved his initials into his face. We could still make it out despite all the other scaring around and over it. We found the owner of those initials in Glasgow when they based us there. You can guess the rest. As we remember now we couldn't let them beat him death we found extra strength and kicked open their drug supply cupboard and gave him a fatal overdose, took out the tracers and sent him to friends and let them run their happy final ending in their dumb terminal heads. They were not happy about realising no one had the body and that the drug cabinet was kicked opened and only one thing taken. The Scots knew it was us but their bosses said it was impossible and irrelevant anyway. We so glad when

The Murdoch Scene (For (and from) my Uncle)

Not that we have details or recall at the moment. It was where I was before Dundee and the Todds the first time. Pulled out of American music scene for being to unmanageable and sent over Austria for whatever it was then Scotland. The Scots hated it when someone takes out their any of their main Satans and have always been supported by evil everywhere in making another who is given the same ID and physical appearance as the last one, its how its been done in many places for very long times and they were always trying to infiltrate anywhere they did not totally have. So much of what we did wasn't about thinking we could stop them it was about us and our friends getting to now how it all worked and where the kept their most powerful hard ware, ideology and then using what we had found out to make it all out and make plans to do stuff that actually could make a difference. We knew we wouldnt have any details when here alone still in mid September 2017 but we said to one of the la

"Fran Healy"

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They had to have British Satanists involved in everything and spoiling as much as they in any catastrophic or minor inconvenience way they could. Of course the gang that made the last twenty years of breeding other extreme horrors a reality again after we had found a tiny bit of safety would be handed to young male Scottish ring creations on "musician" tickets. And of course they were going to do everything they could do to spoil our wedding and party if they couldn't have me tied up and drug up in their spare rooms forever. We were very split of course but I think I remember feeling and managing hear that there would be light that day for us when we saw to the plants in Skene. They told us they were anti liberal satanism we were so glad we knew pretty quickly by the way the spoke to us and to each other that they were what they were definitely not from around here and definitely not Satanic. It had been so long since we had heard people who had not been slaves and s

Oh my god you fuckers are amateurs

After the second yucky fever dream we gave in texted to look for more weed to pay for tomorrow. We were in those places where most the dreams we are taking place, lost there a million times but still only get vague sense of where we need to go, unwelcoming pubs, a university we have messed too much to catch up on know our way around except these days we do more trying to find our way out again rather tell our self we can catch up, everyone else seems comfortable and happy and often disrespectful to us, sometimes we have a room or flat that is often like the refuge in St Andrews that we never feel comfortable in. Skene came into it to, Margo was there but we knew she is dead and weren't sure if we told her or not, drinking going on, one point we are telling Margo is still horrible to us, why would we do that? She couldn't do much alive? We remember a fair bit of us shouting at a parade or something that was going past a building we were standing outside. About being a slave and

Oogle away lads

I'm still here, Pabs is still here, blog is still here as far as we can tell anyway no idea about anything or anyone else though.. Cold is still here, we coughed up some pretty solid green slime when we woke up. What now what noow wot noo? Nothing we say or do makes any difference so there is no point worrying about it because its all arranged for us and out of our control. We did that thing where write around a subject to reduce the triggers, the need to relief the internal pressure we had to there weeks, maybe months where contact, attempts and attacks from rings trying to get us to publish MLK is our Dad, trying to get the date from us or trying to stop it from ever happening. This left no space or time for much in the way of amnesia. We knew that most of it all was organised from above and we couldn't think why the "above" would want us to have "MLK is our Dad" in or head regardless of wether there was any truth in it.. There was occasions shivers o

one last cup of tea..

Of course we are bloody scared. Was that not how we got it past one of the computers? The only left to maintain our fear level? That computer was not designed for us so it didn't know bugger all about our anxiety levels.. The one they built for us and using us during our life time we don't have any casual this shit is ridiculous memories about it. Although we are getting memories of us in a work place/institution type corridor try to get their before conceding it wasn't possible it related to too much very severe childhood traumas for me and by sisters and kept me in constant fear that wasn't going to go away by getting parts in touch with each other or talking about. Not for a long time anyway and that meant we would have to communicate despite the danger.. Don't think it's gone. They were persuaded to turn it down and stop using it so much but I'm pretty sure that it is part of the reason we are still here. We don't think it's gone but we are no

still here!

Don't worry. We texted a couple of people and now have a little bit more weed we will pay for on Tuesday. While we waited we managed to talk ourself into dragging ourself up, doing some hoovering, dishes and make some tuna pasta for us and the lad and munching down a decent sized bowl. We felt a bit better after and did more cleaning. Eventually managed to remove the shrink wrapped and sellotopes double layer of black plastic bag that was round the broom handle we ordered cause the other one broke. We have started it a couple of times over the last week but had to give in. Got through it today and deminged the kitchen a bit. It's a bit of a state though and needs work, the vinyl on the floor is in tatters in a couple of places and there is a bit missing where a dish washer or something must of been and they never lifted it to put flooring under, the seal came of the sink and we made an attempt to put more on but its coming off now to and it stinks round there, the cupboards ar

..I'll be able to use 'King' longer before we can say or write it..

I fucking done it Daddy!! "Our father who lived, worked and fought under the identity of Martin Luther King before being betrayed and forced into facilities where he was subject to years of extreme slavery, torture and experiments. Our mother is, like us the product of millenniums of slavery and breeding programs, ancient resistance efforts and war.." It's in the "about" page though and we wont it written better and bit more finished before we hit publish and thats gonna take a while.. Heading back to the flat in Dundee walking across the field, a bunch of goons grabs us. We were weak and dissociated but not broken and out of it. "Tell us when you are puttin on that blog that MLK is your Dad." The four or five of them looked very determined. We weren't in a condition where we needed to bullshit we had no fucking clue. We did find ourself wondering about the accent and where the faces where familiar from.. Edinburgh? No doubt considered &

Lucky Star

I love you blog. And we love you codiene, weed, epsom salts hot water baths and cups of tea. We don't love you "common cold virus". You are a cunt.. More money from N most of it already gone to C. £30 worth.. should still have enough left for one or two in the morning.. maybe.. oh well.. .. "Chris Todd" He said walking towards us on the road the goes past the hospital through the tiny wee village but it was busy, everything was on we had a very full itinery and other stuff to constantly deal with. Think we were going from one line to another, heading towards the Cupar side. "What about him?" We had no time for tossers and nasty attempts at triggering us, its not like there wasn't anyone around that would help us out. We don't know the precise words he used. We didn't hear them then and had to ask him to repeat. He did. We were felt a bit overwhelmed. He asked as quickly before we had to time to take it in, "Did you program

Some ancient Eastern shit that like no fucker knows about

Seem to feel about the living room a bit like we did about this room last year before hospital. Its all gonna start and end with the same scum bags isn't, you feel the resentment in the Scottish women handing me over to the English establishment types at the door here because they weren't the English establishment types that would bull shit and groom them. They were the types to be reminding the women of the place in front of me and they didn't like that all and were almost a desperate to take such men down as they were determined to protect and maintain the slavery. Think this was a time when we were taken from Dundee and after the times before when it was becoming increasingly obvious that their long term programming had not been working like it was supposed to. We were quite awake, very focused on our plans and they were not their usual arrogant confident selves they were quieter and looked deeply worried. The verbal bit went more or less like they would of expected b