The Portial

It would be the easiest thing for me to believe there was nobody out there who could hear me speaking to them, were I to judge such realities by the same standards as my people. Followers. I'de like to think I'm not that stupid. Follower mean about as much to me, as the Billions of dollars 'this thing' could generate through the courts. Obviously nothing. Otherwise, with that kind of money just waiting to be pucked-up, were money my intrest, or followers, I think it's safe to say: I would try harder, and, probably even be a little more polite doing it too. Fuck That!

If people can't understand that for the most part, I'm not actually talking to them, the man on the street sort of thing, and that it's actually the leaders of this globe whom are ment to hear my words, perhaps this will help.
First of all, there are a lot of folks who read my tweets. I can tell this simply from the fact that when I hashtag someone's name_like a television-reporter or their corpraite-lables such as say: CNN, Newstart or something, the traffic usually suddenly goes quite quiet. That's exactly what I'm after though, isn't it? What better proof is there that I exist? Is this not a perfact example of how I said to, Oprah, Rosie and everybody else I wrote to all those meny years ago that "I would tear them down brick by brick, instution by instution until everything that was mine had been surrendered?"

No no! The world knows I'm here; even if neather one of us can agree exactly as to who I am. It is unfortunate that I seem to scare them, the public that is. But, if they can understand how afraid they are that some ancient-prophesy probably is shortly about to be revealed from the pages of antiquity, and, are they able to put that fear behind them, think how afraid Establishment would be, and probably already are_that the day will come when you, my people, see it is not you but them, and, already your slave-masters are trembeling in their boots; all due to your possible enlightenment.


So as I have said: My place in history is already secure. Even after Twitter makes its final crash, the Internet, U-Tubes and electrical-grids themselves crumble in the decay of a forgotten humanity, in your journals and secret places, you will claim that in this day you found your, christ. But let's hope tomorrow we don't have to wait period.

What people need to do is put away their pettiness, doubt, fear or whatever else it is holding them back. They need to stop looking at this as "who am I" to try to claim this title, weather willing to believe I actually did or not(which I can assure you I did) and look at this from the perspetive of those whom I am ment to confront. Twitter there`fore offers the perfact example. It goes something like this...
A few days ago, Kelly Ripa, said on her show that:" People shouldn't use too meny tags in a single tweet, because, folks don't like it. Perhaps what she should have said was: People might not understand it, but they do and hope to fuck you forever remain in the dark. But then I learned a long time ago, usually when celebrities say such things, it's because they're trying to protect eather themselves from something they have done, or, their business is responsible for. And if the hang-man was outsisde your door_noose in hand, probably you too would be trying to change the dirrection of the game, or at least how it's played. Unfortunartly the gods don't follow rules that arn't already written into law; if then. Instead they make-up their own. And look how powerful they are doing so too. You can't immagian how meny times I have been the portal between my God, and those whom rule us. You will never know how meny times_especially in the early days_when I used to write long hand-written letters, the corse of history had been altered, mearly because of the threat I possess against the empire. And yes...you may never know how and that indeed I did regreatably lead this world up to the 'gates of Armageddion themselves" or that it is only through your love for me, or at least my God, that ever in time we should both bar and lock those gates, and not be carried through them.

I carry your gratest fears and your greatest hopes. I shed only tears, yet righteousness is my cloke.
Quite frankly: I hope the internet, Twitter, this civilazition never need die, can't be held responsible for what might fall from the sky, and do all I know but not all I dare to try. The rest is up to you as to if this live, or we die.