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"This is the Bedlam Where I Died"

This is the Bedlam Where I Died (2)  by randomnickname

‘’Where are we now?’’ he asks.

‘’This is Bedlam’’ I reply with a sarcastic touch. ‘’Yeah, THE Bedlam. I thought it’d be appropriate to die in a place which is an embodiment of madness.’’

‘’You, as in …?’’

‘’That’s right’’ I reply. ‘’An infinite number of you's and me’s. Don’t worry about that too much, though. Head hurts.’’

‘’What’s the situation like outside?’’

‘’Oh well’’ I pause. ‘’Mandatory vaccination plan implementation is pretty much a done deal. People are lining up – everyone wants to get their flu shot. Martial law – in full swing. I barely managed to get to the cemetery; my family, everyone I knew, they just could not believe that there might be a problem with the vaccines. To be honest, I didn’t know that as well. But I didn’t wanna take any chances. I let go of guilt and focused on the grand scheme of things. That final push, that critical mass point finally arrived. All that mattered now was my future. My hereafter future. Even then, my conditioned mind couldn’t accept this. It kept nagging me: ‘what about your family? Your financial assets? Your life? But – you know – I didn’t care anymore. All that belief, all of it was just belief, and mine was no better than Jesus or Buddha. So I went with it. I was about to immerse myself in infinity. Watch now, watch what I do.’’

‘’Can’t we …’’

‘’No’’ I push White aside. ‘’There’s nothing you can do. Just observe. Please.’’

        *                         *                         *                                    

And he does just that. He observes as I swallow a lethal concoction of seemingly harmless drugs. I perform a calculation in my mind, pros and cons.

‘’I know where I’ve been. I know where I am. I know where I’m going. This place is not normal, which is good. It only confirms my assumptions. That malaise penetrating every molecule of my being was more than just a self-induced illness; it was the message from beyond the edifice of control meant to enlighten me. Do not let psychiatry take that away from you. I will become a shape-shifter and a reality-shifter. I am perfectly aware of all details that follow.’’

I am gone. I wither away with a smile on my face.

‘’Mission accomplished. All has been revealed. The conditioned mind has been defeated.’’



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Date created: Sept. 9, 2009
Date published: Sept. 9, 2009
Comments: 0
Tags: 28th-september, alex-jones, answer, baxter, coast-to-coast, david-icke, europe, evidence, france, george-noory, government, illuminati, jane-burgermeister, jeff-rense, matrix, michael-moore, novartis, now-thats-weird, pandemic, preparation, profit, project-avalon, project-camelot, reality, reality-stranger-than-fiction, red-ice-creations, reptile, rockefeller, rothschild, ufo, usa, whistleblowers, who, world
Word Count: 2772
Times Read: 462
Story Length: 5
Children Rank: 2.9/5.0 (1 votes)
Descendant Rank: 0.0/5.0 (4 votes)