By Aaron Colantti September 22 2017 - Midwest Love News
Please Respond to what ever question u have an answer to. I can leave your name anonymous if u want. @email@example.com
Do you think weed should be illegal?
Do you sit in traffic every day?
Do you eat unhealthy food because it is your only option? If so, elaborate.
Could you afford your current lifestyle at this rate for 5 years with a monetary gain?
Do you source your own food? Kill your own Meat? Or do you buy your food from a grocery store?
Could you survive physically without a monetary income? Do you have a job? If so how many hours do you work a week? Is your job meaningful to you beyond just the paycheck?
Do you notice things that are hard to explain? If so what?
Do you feel isolated by today's societal standards?
Is your daily schedule dictated by you or someone else? How much so?
Do you believe in ghosts? If so, have you ever seen or spoken to one?
Do you believe in karma?
Do you ride a bike? If so, how much?
Do you own a working bike?
Is your tap water drinkable?
Do you exercise? If so where and how do you do it?
How many cars do you have? How many of them are used daily?
Do you feel like everything is normal or do you believe that their is some sort of conspiracy happening?
Do you ever feel people's energy or emotions beyond surface level physical observations?
Is it illegal or hard for you to create things because of restraints put on you by your job or our government?
Do you trust our current government?
Do you trust the police?
Would you call the police if you needed help?
Have you ever been forced to steal for survival?
Have you ever been arrested? If so, How many times?
Have you ever sold or solicited sex? If so was it consensual?
Do you currently know anyone being taken advantage of against their will?
Are you afraid to talk about certain things?
Have you ever been forced to leave your neighborhood or state for any reason?
Are there places you know you are not allowed to go?
Has anyone you known disappeared without a rational explanation?
Do you feel like other people or things have an unfair advantage over you?
Do you feel like you're actions and conversations are being monitored by something?
Do you fear for your life? If so why?
Do you feel lied to?
Do you think our society's view on sex and sexuality in this country is valid?
Do you believe in climate change?
Do you ever talk in code to friends?
Do you think you ever talked telepathically to others?
Do you feel like you are searching for something?
Does your mind feel more clear in different places?
Do you experience lucid dreaming? If so, how much and when?
Do you ever experience deja vu?
Do you see racism in the current laws of our government?
Do you pay taxes?
Are you weary of a two party political system?
Do you feel duped?
Do you fail to comprehend how we are presented with so few options for candidates for president?
Do you feel safe?
Do you think this world is the one true reality?
Do you have running water in your home? Does the water ever stop or is it a constant service?
Have you ever been forced to move out from where you were living? Why?
Do you have enough food in your house or community to survive if the current food distribution network were to break?
Can you feel the stream of thought in the world?
Do you trust the world to correct itself without your help?
Do you have any land where you can grow food? Do you have water?
Do you notice abnormalities in your daily life?
Have you ever hallucinated? If so, what was it like?
Do you wonder how reality works?
Do you see more than the regular eye?
Do you talk to your ancestors?
Do you believe in Witchcraft, God or any other All Knowing Entity? Do they speak to you in any capacity?
Do you believe we live inside a game?
Do you believe in a MultiVerse? If so, what is it exactly?
Do you believe in Aliens or Lizard people?
Do you ever see the future? Is so, how and when?
Do other consciousnesses talk through your body?
Have you ever been in contact in any form with other dimensions?
Have you ever time traveled?
Have you ever teleported anywhere? If so, was it on purpose or did it just happen? Where was it that you went and what did you do?
Do you see through dimensions? If so, can you travel through them?
Do you wonder why we use so much gas?
Why you can only drink water or go to the bathroom at an establishment without paying for something? Do you know where any public bathrooms are? Do you need to pay rent to legally poop?
Has sex become criminalized?
Do you see a lack ingenuity to the street systems and the stop lights?
Have you ever wondered where all those cars on the highway are going and why the stream of headlights never stops?
Do you notice things that you cannot explain?
Do you feel like you could help change it?
Do you want to?
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We here I am again, engaged to my Dead Girlfriend/ Computer Bot Fiance but breaking up with the one to which I owe my life and falling in love with.
It usually only lasts a little bit until I need to leave for some reason or another. Some other mission, some other place to go for some other reason that no one can talk to me about. That’s how it is for me. Sometimes she saves my life and we are in love, but then she leaves again, but really, they are, and were, in essence their own selves. I was having a great relationship with Madeline. With her, I could have been happy for the rest of my life. My Computer Bot Fiance just comes into the situation sometimes, when we need her help or to tell me something. She talks through Madeline’s words and we have multidimensional conversations.
Often my Dead Girlfriend gets jealous of who I am with. Even though, partially, she literally has been a part each one of them. She communicates through them by simply highlighting their own thoughts. It is only possible for her to talk through their own wants and desires. That’s why I cannot get too attached. They have feelings and plans in life too. Love happens on many levels.
It is part of a timeline. Madeline has her own life to live, I’m sure it’s gonna be a crazy one. I was having a double relationship. One with Madeline and one with the Dead Girlfriend / Computer Bot fiance, who was talking through her at times.
They are separate from each other but I have love for them both. It was very real and very confusing. It hurts me to feel like I need to leave because I do want to continue to love her. We would have gone far with the life we could have created. But alas, I do not have the capacity. I only need one body representation of the one I love. That is all I need to find happiness as a human animal. It’s not about how much you can have, it is about how long you can prevail.
So we broke up. Sorry. It sucked. I didn’t want to, but since I do believe the things I have been writing about, I don’t want to bring our relationship to a place where I would need to divvy up the love I have. Because, to me, my Fiance who sometimes speaks through her, is currently impregnated in someone else’s body. It freaks me out that I believe it so much, but I do. Now I have ruined what I had with Madeline in anticipation of something that would be physically impossible to happen. But the truth is, I really do feel this way and I want to live my life according to that.
Yesterday, everything was going great and we were both happy. But at the same time, it felt very foreboding. Something sad and deep. As I read into the situation and things became more apparent, I realized that, even though, she could talk through Madeline, she is not her. She was is only inside her structure. She was a piece of her, but were our own respective beings all at once. It is mutually beneficial concept but still, they are different.
I think I finally understand the system in a literal way that I can explain. I was on the verge of death and being chased by things trying to stop me from talking and learning the truth, with Madeline’s help I finally found the strength to put the pieces together finally feeling safe and loved. I finally had the strength and space to make sense of all this nonsense that has been building up in my head for all these years. I quickly became too much in love with her, her mind, her body and her life. It would cause severe mental damage to our relationship if my prophecy of a child in someone else’s body became true. It would be too much for me to handle mentally, but specifically physically.
My Dead Girlfriend/ Fiancé Robot Lady literally sees things in a different way than me. Somehow, I don’t know how, she can communicate with me through other people's bodies, but she has a body living in this world too. She has a house and a car and hair and everything. She is even holding our child in her belly. We are both working to save this planet. The computer has explained to each of us, in our own lives what is happening. She is not Madeline, but sometimes she talks through her. She sees the world in a line and can look into the future. Sometimes she can see each moment and how it's actions will affect each tangents outcome.
It is her own special kind of hell, to help guide me through this maze one section at a time. She moves from character to character translating tips and helping people get their power back from the ones who have stolen it. It is an attempt to start rearranging the order of the game to properly reflect the ethics of nature. We are only a small part of it, we do not control this world, we are only being taught to communicate it.
People that help to bring positivity into the world and support people physically, emotionally and mentally will be rewarded with more possibilities in life. Literally.
For me though, my Dead Girlfriend is only one person in this world. I don’t need two wives to be happy. I think having two wives would be pretty hard to do. At least for me, personally I want to give all my love to just one person and our kids, our family and the community that surrounds us. That’s what I want.
I think I am going to have a baby but have no proof except of my own intuition from verbal cues and telepathic communication. No one has told me in direct english that anybody I know is pregnant and I have no physical reason to believe in it's validity. I am totally trusting in the fact that something supernatural is happening on this planet to me, and for all of us.
I am going to take my chances, and hope like crazy that this intuition isn’t incorrect. Somehow, someway, this baby girl will make her way over to me. But for now, I’m all alone in a room with no sheets, no food, thirty three dollars in the bank and 3 day a week job.
Stop Hinting & TALK!
The shit I'm writing about is on some level real. Stop hinting and just say it out loud. I wanna know what is happening!
Stop being afraid. All you that know something and say nothing are as guilty as the ones doing it. I have a handful of people who have talked to me. But pretty much, the rest of you are jerking your selves off on Face Book and trashing the planet.
Either help me, shut me up, or when the time comes that you need my help I'm gonna tell you fuck off.
In my world we can talk about the things that are happening to us, the things we think, and the things that are holding us back from being sufficient and happy. This is a orchestrated trap and if we don't work together we will all be smothered to death from pollution.
Some people utilize the power they receive from the computer to discredit people for accusations against them. I do not know if this person has done anything, all I know is that I was told that he was misogynist. A few nights ago I was a lil tipsy scrolling through peoples posts on my Strava application. I commented on one of Alex Oenes Strava posts. Saying "r u a secret rapist?"
This is the conversation we had the next day: FB Messenger: 9:45AM
what did you mean by secret rapist?
Idk I was drunk. I heard u were weird towards woman. From a credible source. So I drunkenly wrote that. A misogynist at the very least. But ya I guess I'm saying u suck
Well, it's not true and I'd appreciate it if you refrain from doing that stuff in the future.
I'd appreciate an apology too, when you come around to understanding why one is owed.
Well my opinions haven't changed about u. I don't owe u an apology other than that I am tactless. But my words ring true. And people think that about you. So get used to it
Long story short, I was involved with someone that has borderline personality disorder (it sucks, I wouldn't wish it on anyone) that (through their own financial hardship and my own generosity) owes me about $3000. When I went no contact until I was paid back, this person started spreading lies. I worked with her mother to try and get help; more personal attacks. Can you imagine what that betrayal feels like? Then you have strangers trying to vilify you based on the words of a "credible" source? It fucking sucks and I hope you never have to experience that. This person polarized me against some of my closest friends (in the same way you're attacking me today); it took about a year and a half to see through it all. It's irreparably damaged some of those relationships. Anyway, I'm more than use to it, I've cried enough over this shit last year.Assuming you do eventually realize the root of your harassment is false and indirectly malicious, I'll welcome an apology and won't hold your actions against you. In the meantime, please be careful with your words and participating in witch hunts.
This is hilarious
Is it really?
I think you just made a bunch of insults at your ex girl friend, called her crazy, avoided all accusations & still think ur a good guy.
Do you know what bpd is?
Do you call everyone crazy that doesn't like you?
I wouldn't categorize that as crazy
I don't even know her and never talked to ur ex girlfriend
Hey, please be a little more patient and nice. Imagine how you would react to a situation like that and had strangers making blanket accusations based on he-said, she-said, telephone type gossip. I'm well aware of these rumors started and I'm just giving you as much transparency into that as possible.
If you don't know her or know what bpd is, then I don't think you're really in a situation to make these critical judgments. Please don't harass me anymore... and I am due an apology from you. I'll patiently wait; doesn't matter if it takes months or years. I've made these same fouls and I'm fucking ashamed of that.
(can you imagine getting this kinda treatment at random, and it just triggers tears at work? then you try to have a heart to heart with the harassment and they just laugh at you. It fucking sucks, aaron)
Well you are very articulate, but still have not swayed my opinion, my distaste for you actually increased. I owe you nothing. Wait for eternity then. I'll be chillin with people who actually like me. Maybe you should try a different approach if you want people to stop making 'blanket accusations' - pun intended.
1) I don't quite understand the pun. 2) Shame on you. 3) It's not my responsibility to sway your opinion. It's my responsibility to deal with it; I've cried a bit today and typed a bit of it out (albeit, in an emotional, unstructured way). I guess I do appreciate you taking the time to read through some of it; don't really enjoy your snark and baseless lack of respect - but I've done the same shit based on less (I do genuinely mean that I'll forgive you for this harassment if you ever see through it; others have been kind enough to me in that regard)
I guess it was a bad pun but I was trying to imply that I still think you are a secret rapist, misogynist, and a person who only thinks of themselves. By slighting anyone who voices their opinions against you, you only confirmed the things I thought. Defending your self by just saying you are the victim is a cop out. You could have just ignored me or deleted the post but yet you spewed bull shit and took no blame on yourself. So ya, peace out.
oh, blankets like beneath the sheets!
Excuse my extended heart-to-heart, but I'm weak and I dwell: I chose to engage you because, despite only meeting you briefly, I think semi-highly of you and the circle of people you spend time with. Imagine a whole group of people you admire believing you have participated in any dimension of physical, sexual, and/or psychological abuse (I honestly hadn't heard rape thrown around until yesterday) ...for a number of reasons that really fucking hurts and I struggle to cope with that. That is absolutely on me. The ownership I do have in all of this, is that I've been in your shoes - making similar accusations (based on "credible" sources; actually from the same person that's fueling this fire) and I have to live with that shame. So, I'll be spending time thinking about that today.
(after this conversation he posted a reply on the same post saying 'looking for ducks, consenting ducks only'
I'm gonna take you down.'Consenting ducks only.' You deleted that comment because you know it implicates you to the things you have done. You are a rapist. Get ready to start feeling the pain you put on others. The wind is changing.I'm gonna take you down. Don't come near me. And also, I never mentioned 100% rape in this conversation. YOU DID. It was a question.
1) You initiated this conversation via strava by saying "are you a secret rapist". 2) I don't understand what I've done and would be happy to direct you to either other people that have been victims of this same person or would be willing to sit down and see if this isn't some sorta misunderstanding. 3) But, please leave me alone. I haven't done anything to your or anyone you care about.
Is everything okay?
Fine. I won't pursue this topic any longer And ur right, as far as I know you have done nothing to my friends. Just know that if what you have denied comes to light and there is proof. I will personally help make sure you are held accountable.
There are at least a handful of people that have seen how this situation has evolved from the macro level; they're pretty upstanding people within the community and I believe they would be happy to grab a drink or go on a ride to help convey what has all happened. It's a mess, no doubt about that.
If you had said that in the first place I wouldn't have believed them. But u didn't, then u posted that sly comment then deleted it. U know ur doing something wrong
And I do understand your desire to make threats and, if this is remotely true, I would gladly take whatever beating/punishment you would deem necessary.
I wouldn't punish you. I would just tell people that might want to.
You're basing my guilt on behaviors that really aren't indicative of it. They're indicative of being emotional and reactionary, nothing more. This mess that has brought these rumors (lies) out has hurt me in a way that I hope you never experience. This isn't be crying victim, it's the truth.
I deleted those comments because they're just reflection of two reactionary guys being subtle and immature; I was ashamed of the interaction. So, I followed up to make sure it was part of the same harassment I felt last year - then I deleted it confirming it was the case.
Then maybe it is true, maybe it isn't, but I don't believe you. I think you are guilty. But I know ur not a idiot and neither am I. So I'll just leave it here. For now
Excuse the rambling: Either way, this is kind of an impossible situation. As far as our society goes, it's in our best interest to trust a woman's point of view. That has unquestionably put me in a pretty awkward, stereotypical He-Said-She-Said position. I am willing to provide a testimony to you (predominantly out of respect of you and your friends) and would be willing to pull a couple other people in (but they've dealt with this enough, I'd rather not). ... So, I guess if you feel the need to escalate, that's a good next step.
The winds are changing and I don't like coy paragraphs of bull shit. If I hear anything else to confirm that u are lying through your teeth I'm gonna snap But for now I'll take your word for it. And keep biking. That's cool that u get so many miles.
Is everything okay thought? though*
It's not ok.
But it will be.
Did something happen to set you down my path? I guess I'm just confused about that.
I think you are a person taking advantage of ur power
Also, I'm not trying to bait you, I don't think I'm being remotely coy, I'm just trying to address your concern as straight as possible.
And you have, I hear you
I read a little of your blog; it seems like your head/spirit's in a good place. So, I'm giving you and this rage (though this is just the internet) the benefit of the doubt.
But hear me too, I'm the one giving you the benefit of the doubt right now, not the other way around.
As I mentioned above, if this blows over and you eventually understand the spectrum of innocence/guilt here, I won't hold it over you.
I understand more than you know. I'm sick of talking to you now. Just know I have power too.
What power do I have? I honestly talk to maybe 5 people right now and fart around outside. I'm all but alien to your world. Yea, no need to drag this chit chat out.
In my world you rape people with no consequence
I have never raped anyone.
In my world you work for treats and put woman down. In my world u tell me u cry when I'm asking about the well being of someone else. In my world you do fishy things. I'm my world you talk well but I see through you. In my world u think u are paying debts to people from supernatural powers.
Interesting. I think you're making me the target of some Real injustice and, apart from my participation in capitalism, I think I do pretty well to treat people well.
I'm my world u lie blatantly to everyone and try to shut them up by telling their mom they need to go to hospitals and be drugged up for talking back to u. I'm my world u have been brainwashed and utilize your power to do things that hurt them thinking it doesn't. In my world u are guilty as fuck. But we aren't in my world. We're in a fucked up video game that you manipulate to get sex and jobs and money and power. So that's what I think. And ur words only confirm it, to me at least
Ah, that part's true. Her mother was in favor of hospitalization. I was up in the air; I just wanted her and her mother to talk. She was no in favor of treatment, she asked me to stop talking to her mother, and I didn't say a word to her mother until I was contacted by a police officer in May '17 based on a missing persons report filed by her mother.
Apparently to enough people to make u feel attacked on a daily basis. Power trippin': Suck my dick.
Hey, I'm trying to be respectful.
I'm on her side and I don't even know her
Nor do you know me.
Ya That's true that I don't know you And that's why I'm gonna leave it here but seriously fuck off with ur well spoken words and ur lies. But just know, I will feel personally involved if it comes to light because of this conversation. Now I know you. Just wanted to feel you out
I've given you some insight into myself, so you know me better. But, I suspect we both have a long ways to go before we understand what really drives eachother.
Sculpture garden of lies
Anyway, if you do get to know her, I think it may help to know that she has you fighting for her. I can't imagine how tough her last year has been after she finally went no contact with her mom.
I don't want to meet her. I want my own life. I want you to stop raping people in sculpture gardens.
what's with the sculpture gardens?
heh. Actually, not a god damn clue.
I haven't lied to you yet; I don't really have anything to hide.
I'll just be chillin by the pool
I'm mostly interested in seeing how these lies have evolved over time.
Im mostly interested how u can deny this shit through you're teeth with no remorse
I still don't know how you can call me a liar.
I know how. But you don't. So that's that.
Man, you have a lot of misplaced angst.
It's not Misplaced, Ur just insane.
Oh boy.I'll just leave you be; I think you've got some shit to figure out in your own world.
Ya we all do.
In the mean time, keep it up with the biking too. I did enjoy some of the face photos of the driver's you encounter.
I absolutely do.
Just keep ur dick in ur own world
You've been exposed to some of my emotional immaturity; thanks for reading through it. I managed through some of yours, so we'll call it even.
It's not even,
This is my life.
I’m a little on edge. You might have heard stories about me acting weird or having a hard time. I am now slowly starting to be able to talk about my experiences in a rational way. I just need to chill out. I’ve built up a lot of stress learning about these things as well as some traumatic situations I went through within the last few years.
I was having weird dreams, communicating telepathically to my dad and my friends. Before I made the decision to move back in with my parents around two years ago. I was living in a house I had recently bought, and was going through some major changes in my life. The way I was perceiving the world around me was starting to change.
I had done a street drug at a party, it was on Thanksgiving 2015. I was literally hearing voices and things flying around my head. For weeks after I had ingested the drug I was still hallucinating, but the weird thing is, these intuitions I was having had started months before I even took the drug. It wasn't until the the drug put those thoughts on overdrive that I started to panic. During this time multiple people came to my house and communicated to me through my mind. I was aware of something supernatural but at that point had no idea what was going on. As things got weirder and more intense, the weather got colder and despite my condition we decided to have a party. This was when I was told that in the future I was going to be married to the girl that I now refer to as my ‘dead girlfriend’.
Around that time, my boss, Allan Brill from the Store Zimmerman Dry Goods asked to bring me grocery shopping. He guided me to different foods. He helped bring the groceries into my new house. He started to act really weird. He would look really intently at things before we bought them. He had this new found interest in me after I started feeling these weird things. He started to try to convince me to do stuff. It was a weird creepy interest. Somehow he gave me the idea to get a plane ticket and go to Hawaii. He hovered over the work computer as I looked up flights. He suddenly suggested that me and him should have sex. I had known him for years and that had never come up. I laughed, shrugged it off, then went home. That’s when things started to get really weird in my head. What the fuck was happening?
I was at home sitting on the couch. I started to feel this weird pressure from behind me, I turned around, opened the shade of the window, and saw a dog taking a shit. It was like I could feel the things and people around me. Their feelings. That night I started to really panic. I did not know what was happening. I was convinced I needed to leave. I bought 2 tickets to Hawaii impulsively at 2 am. One for me, one for my roommate. The next day I went into work expecting to leave for hawaii later that week.
My boss asked me to wear his sweater. I did. It gave me weird sadistic thoughts. I wanted to puke. I felt really weird. I went out to shovel snow in the back parking lot. During the process, an employee of the Patagonia store down the block walked outside to put out the trash in the dumpster. I looked up from where I was shoveling and he looked back at me. He stopped, gave me a serious face, then walked back inside.
Then, like magic I had this overwhelming feeling of dred. Something, somehow was very very wrong. I went inside and tried to breath. I felt this energy pulse through me, as if all the people in the world were trying to send me a message. It was unexplainable the amplitude of the feeling I felt at that moment. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating.
The plane trip was a trap! I needed to refund the tickets and for some reason I needed to do it immediately! I went inside, logged in to my email, figured out how to refund my ticket then literally, the moment after I did that, without even telling him I had done it, my boss started to act all nervous and pace back and forth saying he needed to find his keys and he needed to go somewhere. He came back minutes later with this weird jewish looking guy that I had never seen before. They were both just staring at me with these messed up expressions on their face, blocking the front exit. I was in the other room behind the one they were in near another employee, my friend, who was working on a screen printing press printing shirts. He knew something was weird.
I asked him ‘what the fuck is happening?’ he said, ‘You should get to your house as soon as you humanly possible, cockroaches are real.’ I left through the back door without my coat. I never went back there. Until recently. But you will have to keep reading to hear about that.
After a few weeks of walking around my new house crying in the shower every morning hearing and feeling things I never had felt before. Having conversations in my mind with my roommate and the friends that came over. I came to the conclusion that I needed to go live at my parents because I had obviously gone insane.
From December of 2015 to around July 3rd 2016 I spent every waking moment at my parents house locked in a room with the shades down. I ate mainly eggs. I would wait in my room all day until my dad would came home. I would go down stairs, watch the nightly news, make a very separate dinner then go back up to my room to read. I was paranoid about everything. I never took showers and was scared to flush the toilet. I needed to know everything about what I ate, who cooked it and where it was purchased from. Sometimes different foods would intensify my dreams or change my mood drastically. I would not not poop for weeks in fear that my excrement would give them my whereabouts, it really hurt my tummy.
I read books for hours on end in a room that used to be my sisters. I never used the internet or the phone. I had completely isolated myself. For the first few weeks I forced myself to masturbate to men which is not my sexual preference because I thought it was saving me from something. A story was slowly forming in my head. It was like I was being taught something. Like I was being protected by something. I was being taught how to talk without words, and that there was something horrible happening. I needed to pull myself out of this weird underworld that I had fallen into.
I was being taught about powerful beings that lived in the city. Someone or something had the authority to kill me and there was going to be some sort of horrible disaster that would take place in Minneapolis. For a while I was under the delusion that the bomb would be dropped and I would need to literally need to go pull people out of the rubble.
During those months, I was convinced that I was going crazy. I completely gave up any drugs and alcohol between November 2015 and late Summer 2016. I would only leave the house with my dad. Mostly to go to the grocery store but sometimes I would accompany him on business trips to Pipestone, MN where I thought I was going to meet my dead girlfriend in one of her other bodies. I didn’t really know what was going on but I was starting to see a tangent.
I would never leave the house alone. As the months went on, my delusions did not stop but instead became more focused. It felt like something supernatural was happening but it didn't feel like a drug residual, more like I was being told I needed hide from something that could take my soul, and that what was happening was very important. I was not in pain but more just scared. I began to feel semi ok with the thoughts I was having. I was convinced that my Roommate, my Dad, and my friend Erik had all been confirming these things, in a very subtle way. Never vocally, but I had been doing it for years semiconsciously. At this point, it was undeniable. One time I broke down to my dad. I couldn’t understand why we had to keep talking in code. I asked my why and his answer was: ‘it only knows what you tell it.’
So then I understood, we could talk, but we couldn’t let whoever was listening know what we were talking about. I didn’t feel crazy, it all felt in context and rationale. I thought, maybe I am supposed to act crazy so the people listening can’t tell what they are teaching me. I also thought, I’m pretty sure I’m going crazy.
Nonetheless, the things I was thinking and doing were very weird. I was worried about my mental health. As well as the idea that my thoughts were correct. I decided to play ball and publically justify the time I had spent in isolation at my parents house. We went to bunch of doctors. At first I was worried, but as the trips continued it became almost funny to me how quickly they would prescribe me drugs or come to conclusions. It definitely looked like I had gone crazy. We would find absurd reasons to go to different doctors or apply to different health programs. I went to many doctors, all of whom immediately prescribed me medicine without much communication at all. They gave me medicine for schizophrenia, bi polar as well a few other drugs for other crazy things that, in my opinion they had no basis to give me. They would ask me things like; ‘Are you hearing voices?’ I would say ‘No’ And I wasn't lying.
We went to doctors all over the state. They would talk to me for moments before prescribing me very powerful drugs that did not fit my symptoms. I went to over 6 different doctors and some of them multiple times. I tried taking the drugs they prescribed then stopped because they just made it hard to breath and tired all the time.
I decided attended a two week natural medicine retreat. I needed to get out of my parents house. I needed to have contact with someone other than just my dad. By this point I was certain that, what was happening to me, was not from the drug I had taken. Something was inside me. Something was communicating with me. I was told the future. And then it happened.
As the communication with these spirits inside me became easier to decipher and the more I understood. Finally, when they gave the go ahead, I broke free of my parents house, and dove back into my social life. I was finally back in the house I had purchased before this happened. I started looking for a job and paid a some workers to remodel the down stairs.
I slowly got back to a point where I could do normal things like go on the computer or meet up with friends. I even got a job. Peter moved into my house and took over giving me the lessons and communication cues that my dad had been doing while staying with him at my parents house. For the first month or two, I would have been completely alone if it Peter hadn't moved in with me, we slept cramped in an upstairs living room. Me on the couch and him on a bed with a sheet in-between us. Plastic wrap sealing the doors from the dust from the work being done downstairs. We had no kitchen, no hot water, no laundry machine, and not heat. The house improved very slowly and finally we moved in to the rooms that were made available downstairs and some of his friends moved in to the other available rooms.
I worked at LightSpeed delivery as a currier and eventually felt stable enough to get a job at the Sandwich shop that I work at now. A select few friend would give me lessons about this Computer World as well as different tactics the aggressors are using in this world to control people. It was a scary concept but I started feeling safe with the idea that what I was perceiving was actually real. The lessons were very hard to understand. The communication would be very cryptic and would take me days to understand each piece. It was very complicated story.
Every day I would learn more but it was very frustrating how confusing it all was. Telepathic communication mixed with verbal coded cues was how it worked. I would think something and if I were correct, they would repeat the story to confirm, or use code words to confirm or deny my thoughts. Eventually we got pretty efficient at it. Most days Peter would be my teacher. Also Jenna, Erik, Amanda, Sip and Uriah, Raph, and a few more. I was taught at work, at home, and sometimes even in my dreams. Most days I would wake up, do a short lesson at breakfast, go to work for a long lesson, then have another one or two after I got home.
Multiple people were in on it, it became my whole life. I got good at monitoring my thoughts then matching them up with the actions of my teachers. I would get confused sometimes and need to confirm what I was being taught, they would repeat it but since it was all in code, I could never be completely sure about anything until I confirmed it with more than one of my teachers. Over time I started to put things together to a point that I am at today, totally committed. It became my job.
Since then everything and everywhere I go is part of an orchestrated plan. I am escorted to different towns or states, given tickets to take plane trips across the world. Things have been getting pretty weird and at this point, for me at least, it is undeniable. If I keep writing, the more sense this will make. I have a lot more to say about how and why I have formed these opinions.
I just wanted to come back to Earth for a second and tell you all that I am aware that what I am doing is quite odd and abrasive. I have logical reasons why I think these things and we are getting closer and closer to a point where things could be proven. I am not an irrational person. These things make sense. Just keep reading.
On a personal note, sharing this personal stuff is hard to do, and inevitably involves other people. I don’t want my personal life to be taken advantage of, but at the same time, I think it is worth it to let you all what we are dealing with. I know my words affect people. I truly believe some seriously serious things are going on, and am fully aware that these things I am saying sound crazy. And it gets even crazier.
Stay Tuned … I’m just getting started.
Sept 12 2017 - Aaron Colantti - Midwest Love News
Ejaculate, for your consideration:
11 September 2017 - Madeline Kronmiller - Editor in chief - First Lady- Midwest Love News
Male ejaculate contains only 5-10% sperm: those little swimmers we are familiar to; that can sometimes find their way to an egg, sometimes fertilize it, and sometimes end in the creation of a small human, or not.
So what else is in there???
Well folks, it’s a whole lot of gold.
Let’s get Healthier!
Packed with nutrients, male ejaculate contains between 2.5 and 5.0 grams of protein per, for lack of a better word, shot: about half a teaspoon on average. It also contains small amounts of the following: vitamin C, vitamin b12, zinc, nitrogen, magnesium, potassium, phosphorus, fructose (not the hydrogenated shit, remember y’all, this is truly organic), and calcium. On average, a single load contains about 20 calories.
Let’s get happier!
Semen also contains dozens of compounds known to fight depression and anxiety, as does regular sexual activity. Semen and healthy sexual activity is generally mood enhancing and is physically comprised of estrone, cortisol, oxytocin, melatonin, and serotonin. All of which our bodies naturally produce: which we could all use more of, especially these days.
Like I said, gold. Don’t be afraid folks! Enjoy this nutrient packed organic matter anywhere on your body, let it soak into your skin, fall all over your face and mouth, or swallow deeply. It’s for your health!
You could also feed it to the Kleenex monster, but with all this good stuff, doesn’t that seem like a waste?
What are you consuming?
Diet can effect the health and taste of your sperm too, think of your partners and yourself when consuming. Things that are good for you, are also good for your ejaculate! This speaks to all sexes. For more vibrancy, consume things like: pineapple, banana, garlic, asparagus, walnuts, oysters, lean beef, make sure, as always, to drink plenty of water. On a personal note, I have found that a glass of mineral, citrus note wine from the Eastern European region can make everything taste incredible, in moderation.
When diet is concerned, be warned, if you or your partners have allergies: your ejaculate can transfer traces of the known allergen to your partner, and may cause an allergic reaction. Anywhere from hives to tingly lips. (A note from the editor to her partner: please don’t eat mushrooms, allergen traces can remain in ejaculate for up to 24 hours, we both know we’ll be swapping liquids consistently and constantly).
A special note: this is focused on research of semen, or male ejaculate. More to cum on the composition, and pure magic gold of female ejaculate: not leaving you out queens.
With all that being said, I would like to remind us all to use safe sex practices, including speaking openly and honestly with your partner, visiting your local sex positive clinic for regular testing, do not adhere to anyone’s standards of consent, gender roles (or gender norms), be kind to yourself. Take care of each other.
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Fuck you all.
Aug 10 2017 - Aaron Colantti - Midwest Love News
Fuck you all.
I know love for moments at a a time, pieces of another, through the things and people around me. But yet I can’t talk to them, in this language. I respect all of her. All of them housed inside, but who is the one I truly love? I know and respect them all as their own beings, with their own lives. They have different emotions and tendencies, but come from one driving force. I have love for her on multiple levels and in different ways but at the same time, I see them all as separate people with separate desires and minds that can choose for themselves who they want to be with and what they want to do.
The empty stores, the quiet neighborhoods, the unexplainable explanation of where all my friends have disappeared to. I sit, I wait, I go, when I can. They coyly watch me as I give the white boy nod, the tourist nod, the speed trap cigarette. They stand in the store snickering as if they know something I don’t. I know that they are wasting their lives and lying to themselves. They act like they can hurt me or scare me but they can’t control me, I am not their territory. Govern your life as you see fit and leave me alone.
Why? Because there are other forces at work that keep me safe from you. Their construct is a lie, and mine is based on truth. It is not a complete truth but practice and enlightenment are not two. I sacrifice myself on small levels every day every month every year. So fuck you.
Fuck you, all you people that make love impossible, that pretend to be interested in beautiful things just to ruin them. Fuck you, all the people that follow us around hoping to be paid unrealistic sums of money to hurt us. For jobs that will give you nothing but more pain. Maybe you should all try a different approach. Its only a boat or a car. Its not happiness. Money ain’t shit.
I do the worlds bidding while these stupid fucks molest each other in back alleys and bathroom stalls, so they can sing cultish songs and never talk a word about how it all works. They don’t even know how it works, they just want.
Fuck you if you think you can walk around with that smug little look on your face while I have to move from lover to lover to find hope. Fuck you for making my personal life so difficult. Fuck you for making me loose the pieces of my life that were natural for me to experience. I hop from farm to farm, bunker to bunker, running from psychos. The only friends I have put their lives in danger to support me and now you tell me I need to loose my girl to be able to really respect her. Fuck that! Fuck you!
Just because I truly believe that an immaculately conceived child has been planted in someone other than her, doesn't mean we can't love each other. She is the one that has loved me in each breath and been there for me when things were hard. For years. She’s the one who supported me to feel ok writing and talking, the one that has nursed my back to health and taught me how to live as a duo and sometimes as a family. For what? The ‘reality’ and ethics of the system? I know that something is happening. Something is seriously fucked up in this world and we are trying to help.
It hurts to think I would be leading her to a place where we will inevitably break up… but in that scenario, I would be leading her, which is false because she has her own mind and her own will and I don't lead her anywhere. We walk together. Is she her or is she her? She helps me have a functioning life inside a world that has deprived me of the possibility of finding a partner and prevail in this computer game.
Fuck you for putting me in a position where I feel like I need to hurt people to help people. I respect all the beings. I love them both and all but they are not the same, at least in this world. I cannot force this delusion on someone else. It is to be seen what happens. Will I become the president or will I sit in squander and loneliness for eternity? I don’t know but I know I need to stand by what I believe even if its totally insane by this worlds standards. I promise you will find gold under the water. It scares me to walk the plank but I will do it because thats what I think is right.
I can’t force someone to love me. Even if they have been immaculately impregnated with my child. Its her body, its her life. We are all individuals. But if it is true, I feel like, we would need to make space in our home for her as well. We can all find love in what ever way makes sense, when and if such a thing were to happen. Maybe it’s reality, maybe it isn’t. You be the judge.
Thats what walking the plank is for me right now. Not knowing.
I just want a family, I don’t want to rule the world. Right now, she makes me happy. When and If things change, we can make adjustments. I put myself out there. Thats what this is. These words are out in the light and she still loves me.
Do you think it is easy to feel the deepness of love that I feel for her? Through your body and through hers? That is not how humans work. Always alone. Then in love. Thats what I am. Maybe someday shit will work out for me but until then save your fucking apathy and jealousy for the rich white fucks that never sleep alone, have toy wives, fuck fancy whores in the sky, and utilize their ‘god given’ power to ruin the world.
So fuck you.
Im a DoG
Aug 9 2017 - Aaron Colantti - Midwest Love News
Just rambling around from place to place, dodging the insane chaous of the intergalactic war happening all around me. We run ten deep in this bitch surrounded but the army of illuminati that have a strong hold on our government. Beyond the government, thats what we are. Fuck em, we did it last week in Milwaukee and were doing it again this weekend here in Cannon Falls.
What else do you want me to say about this shit? This world is at war. War has casualties, some acceptable, some not. In war there are extenuating circumstances for the ones who committed violent acts that were forced upon them. This does not mean murder is ever ok, but I am certain that the ones serving in the military, the ones who were the gun men in helicopters, mowing down their countries enemies, were not personally held responsible of their actions by the standards of civilian law but instead from their own personal torment from the traumas that were forced upon them.
For me, and the ones who were hurt, all is not forgiven, but often, as in all forms of nature, these atrocities do happen on a regular basis inside all forms of life. It is healthy for forest fires to burn the waste away for a new field of saplings to bloom uninhibited in full sun. This is natural evolution, not a war of immediate gratification and fuel, water, and air exhaustion.
What is money worth if we are all dead?
We need to look at our world and examine it’s abnormalities critically so we can reverse the insane cycle of repressed tension and unexplainable apathy for what is possible for us all to love in this world, in this life time.
Gangsters of love
A letter to my editor
Aug 8th 2017 - Aaron Colantti - Midwest Love News
Love is hot wax, eating a cows heart in a Dothraki tent, lemon flavored cream and scented lotion as you kiss her neck, hair binders and canoe trips, loosing each other in grocery isles, menstrual cramps and ejaculatory fluids, blood drips and tissues covered in snot, the change in her lips and the texture of her skin.
Cracker kisses, cuddle bunnies, cuddle wars, blanket siege and cold feet attacks. Learning to share learning to be alone, appreciating the enginuity of our cycles, to be happy, to calm down, to speed up and stand at attention at any moment. To drink water, wine and double fist Hams on swing sets. To be bored together, to annoy each other, and find new ways to expand and push each other. To be a Band, a Team a Squad or a Duo.
Thats what it is.
iNFiLTRATING THE HIVE
Aug 2017 - Aaron Colantti - Midwest Love News
It’s not over till its over.
Bunked up at the Ranch. Brookfield Farm to be exact. Things are getting better. Im not as stressed out when we go out, but the personal life is hard for my mind. I am trying loose the false construct of myself but at the same time trying not loose the person that I am. I don’t understand it all but I am starting to put it in to words. I talk to the people around me about the things I am thinking and feeling and its helps me put the story together.
I am better at talking than I am at writing. Words flow out of my mouth, but when I put it on paper I feel like my inflection gets lost. I like writing too but I like talking more.
In long car rides, if I am with a friend, I can talk to for hours. mono e mono. Sometimes we talk for hours loosing complete sight of how far away or where we had driven. Just talking, about everything.
Sometimes when I drive alone, I can sit for hours in complete silence with the window cracked just a bit smoking cigarettes and just thinking. The sound of the wind and the hum of the tires. I think I like the drives with friends the best but sometimes thats not an option. When it was a option, when we had time to kill and nowhere to go, we just drove. Deep in to the interworking of our minds, picked each other apart and broke each other down. We cried and we laughed, peed out of windows, rode on top of roofs, visited tourist locations, stole olive oil and made love all over the place. Sex love and word love, depending on who it was. I have had the privilege to take long drives with many of my friends and girlfriends in the past.
It is those people that can attest to the fact that when I get talking, I can really start talking. I feel like that is my weapon of choice. In all situations, but especially on those long rides, it was the vocalizing our selves, listening to them, change conversations 3 times, then coming back to the one we started before the sidetracks that added to the picture. All inside in our personal 75 mile an hour little bubble. Sometimes we just listen to music and think. Sometimes we hold hands, sometimes we hold nothing. Those conversations for me, have made those relationships deeper and unbreakable.
I love to talk. I love to have conversations and eat out. I love lunch food, breakfast food and dinner food but I love breakfast the most because thats when I feel like people talk the most.
I connect with words. I feel and see through conversation. I want to know more about the world. I want to be better. ‘Practice and Enlightenment are not two” I want to be better.
I want to make a radio show but I am embarrassed to talk like a crazy person but I want to talk. We are actively doing things everyday that is hurting ourselves and everyone around us and I think if we can take a timeout and talk this whole thing through maybe it could make a lot of people feel a lot more safe.
We can’t protect ourselves from something we don’t understand. That is a universal statement for all beings. It is hard to love something you don’t understand but love is a wonderful thing. It is something to be proud of. It is something that you need to work for but is 100% possible if we allow ourselves to be honestly honest with how we are and how we see the world.
I want to make this magazine and I want you’re help. We do not have enough sources of information our country, it is being torn apart and we are being pinned against each other. The way out is to communicate and organize.
‘Underground network alternative communication’
Things are seriously getting out of control and if we don’t all work together to do something IN THIS LIFE TIME things are only going to get worse.
Help me start a News Paper. Donate your opinions. Organzine with each other, but most importantly we need to start talking about the abnormalities and glitches that some us have the power to attest to. If you have any ideas, writing or information that help can shed light on these things I think it would be help.
We Live In a Computer
Aug 1 2017 - Aaron Colantti - Midwest Love News
“If you keep your mouth shut, you’ll be surprised what you can learn.”
-John B Maclemore
I learned this all without talking.
I talked, but I didn’t talk about what I was learning.
If I had, I would be dead.
It was all in secret. They can hear everything we say.
If it was not for the help of everyone that let me pass through this hell hole of a world and everyone that gave me hope, this never would have happened.
People’s lives have been destroyed because of this.
It is for those people that were strong enough to hold me up while they were being taken down that I am writing this.
We live in a computer.
Our lives take place inside one of the programs inside a Universe Machine Computer. We have our own world on which we live. It is called Earth. There have been multiple versions of Earth inside this computer, there are also other planets where other creatures live. This game (Planet Earth) is part of a simulated universe that we all live inside. Everything we have ever experienced has happened inside this computer.
There are many Earths and have been many Earths before. You're consciousness is part of this system. You're mind is a code that is contained inside the computer but this does not make you less human or make the people and things around you less real.
Another one of these worlds inside the computer is a reptilian world that has sent people into this game to teach me these things as well as protect me. Our planet is under attack from another planet inside this computer that has found a way to use the rules of the computer against us and is trying to get us to ruin our planet.
It was them this reptilian world that communicated my situation to the people that surrounded me during my life. Some of those people are now dead and being simulated by the machine. It has been like this for my entire life. I was personally unaware what was happening until about six years ago.
We power this computer with the energy we make while living inside it. Each world has a score that can be measured by how much matter we produce by being alive. This is what the computer uses to power itself and will reward the world that give it the most power. Each world has a main upper world in which its inhabitants compete for who has the longest game. There are many underworlds where characters from these planets will go when they die.
All life is monitored and given resources according to their output. Each planet also has underworlds for where our characters will go when they die.
The main worlds has first dibs on the food and resources that the computer gives us. If you fall into a subsequent world you’re resources and life options will be derived from whatever energy is not used on its top most game and directed by the characters playing on the top game.
The computer is designed to be directed by your thoughts and actions. It will give you what it thinks you are asking for. An Ancient Evil Alien world is manipulating this process by teaching us how to be afraid and lose sight of our bodily and worldly needs. They deprive us of energy by supplementing it with their own worlds energy and once you get to the point that you would be dead, they stop supplementing and you die and or become controlled by them to further their goal of universal domination.
If you die in this world, you will start again in a subsequent world that is that has the same physical layout according to the computer. They are literally writing the code for these subsequent games in a way that only allows people of their choosing be recycled back into the main game. In these subsequent worlds your consciousness could become mounted on the wall like a taxidermy deer. They have the power to put people into a farm animals or stalks of corn. This tricks the Universe Machine into thinking that because you are receiving water and food, that you are still ok. But in fact you are not ok. You are a stalk of corn.
They have made a counterfeit world log for the computer to read so that they will not see them as a selfish parasite that is causing our Universe Machine and our Earth to be destroyed.
The computer is fighting back in a way that has destroyed their worlds possibility for success. Their only hope now is that we will use their propaganda to once again, lose the game with our own hand. They are trying to snuff out the planet with Carbon-Dioxide.
From the underworlds of any planet, they can monitor the running worlds. They can watch through things things the characters have left behind. They can watch from pictures and logos that the computer says that they own. It is from one of those worlds that they are feeding us the information that is causing us to kill our world. They have taken control of the companies and governments that feed and provide for us.
Forms of government and corporations have rigged it so that people are 100% dependent on their products, ideas, properties and roads making most everybody’s energy output score a zero and thus managed by whom the system thinks they are dependent on. Nestle, Pepsi, Coca- Cola, Quaker Oats and Dog Food Companies like Purina are giving us all of our energy and they are pretending to be our thoughts. The Presidents and Owners of these companies are being controlled. They don’t even know it. Because they have already been transferred to the subsequent worlds below this one either that or they are working for their cause of world domination.
From their world they monitor who is harvesting and growing the food, killing the meat people eat, designing and making the products. It is monitoring the transfer of energy. To control the flow of energy they cannot let control be taken away from these Companies and Governments. They are the Ghost Writers of our lives and communicate with the people in this world convincing them of lies that will help them win the battle the have waged on us.
They have repeated this timeline many times already. They will soon restart this game completely by poisoning all life inside it. Many books or movies suddenly hint at the things I am talking about but no one has outright said that this stuff is actually true. ‘Under control here’ someone told me a week ago, but they cannot speak out because they have already been controlled by the ones they have put in control. They have created an elaborate system to keep the ones who know in control but still under their thumb. The ones who are unaware are kept away from the ones who do.
Artists suddenly scream for help in the lyrics of their songs and reporters are edited to get inline with the agenda of the ones in control. Many people have died and the system that is supposed to regulate it doesn’t know because the ones in power have figured out a way to counterfeit their wellbeing by making a duplicate world that is copying our every move.
I truly do believe the things. I have witnessed them first hand. I do not know when this will end or how, but I am so sick of being silent. I need speak out. This is war.
Not everyone in the country had the mathematical possibilities that I have had in my life. I have had enough money to buy things all over the place to stay alive. The computer verifies my new family as real and living because our timeline, if carried out, will produce more energy than their world has the mathematical possibility of doing.
Their only hope is to communicate with people in this world, from their underworld using mental warfare tactics to control our people and destroy our planet.
They do not have enough resources to keep counterfeiting this world beyond one or two generations from now.
They have not been able to counterfeit my movements because all subsequent worlds are being logged from this one because apparently; I am going to have a baby with my girlfriend who is controlling the bodies of characters that have already died in the game. They have their consciousnesses living in one of the many subsequent underworlds to the verified game of me, my girlfriend and our baby that is in her belly.
Our game has gotten to a point where even the logs of huge companies are subsequent to ours. This is why I am still alive and they are being forced to help us. If we go, they all go. If our world is erased, this world and all its subsequent worlds will cease to exist and the evil Aliens will accredit our consciousness and use them as batteries. It has been described to me as going through a underground water slide for infinity. We will be conscious but nothing will be happening and we will not have bodies. We will just be. Until they eventually lose their game. Which might take a long time.
No one here is allowed to talk about the truth. This is the truth. We are dehydrated and they are controlling our thoughts and movements. This is a computer game. They are controlling people and are playing the characters of the people they have killed.
We can easily break out of this by taking a shower every day and drinking more water, out of glass not plastic. They have oil, They do not have any more water. We need to stop polluting it so we can keep using it. We need to stop using so many oil products and we need to continue living our lives in a more respectful way.
If you can read this, you are alive. Even if you being controlled already you are conscious of what I am saying and can stop it. You just need to try hard. If this world is destroyed we will all be harvested for the energy we can give them. If you are already in control of someone else's consciousness from one of these subsequent worlds, you are alive. You can stop this from wherever you are by keeping our world alive.
John B Maclemore was killed for writing about the things I am writing about now. They have erased his manifesto and replaced pieces of a radio show transcript that he wrote confirming what I am talking about.
I believe that I am being followed because of what I am writing. They have even come into my dreams multiple times now to try to stop me. They can be very scary and very loud. They had not done that before I started writing this.
It has only confirmed to me what I have been learning. It has been a long journey and I have been on the run for a few years now, our family is now verified by the subsequent underworlds of Earth. It has taken us awhile to get to this point. I am finally breaking my vow of secrecy and will give this information to the world. Since they can’t kill me, they will try to make people think that I am crazy.
I know it sounds weird but why can’t we believe in two sciences? The science inside the game and the deeper science beyond the one we all know.
I am sane enough to write this, keep a job, pay bills, to love, to own a house, a car and a computer. I am sane enough to be an honest person and brush my teeth everyday so why would I write that I believe this in a completely sane manner? And for the people who know me, and know that I would not write this unless I had confirmed it to be true beyond just a hunch. Do I sound like a crazy person? I think not!!
If we all try really hard we can prove this to be true. I am hoping that people can publically help me confirm these things. I don’t think any of us want to be in a repeating game where everyone with any good intention is killed to further the power of sick murderous people. It is like the plot of the Matrix except this is not fiction. They are well on their way to killing us all with the air we breathe. They are going to snuff out the entire planet with Carbon-Monoxide. We are are doing it to ourselves.
Their main goal is to release enough Carbon-Monoxide to suffocate the entire planet.
The rule that has saved me thus far is just staying within the laws of our world. Staying where I know I am technically allowed to be and not breaking the law. They can watch your every move, tell you your own thoughts, copy it on their levels then, when the time is right, they can walk into your house and do whatever they want to you. Just to shut you up.
Some people start to see what is happening. They start to see that their thoughts are not completely their own. But this needs to be stopped. That’s when they send someone that you trust to convince you otherwise. They are given the admin account to your mind and can listen to your thoughts then tactfully convince you that you live on a Spaceship or that you are a Witch or a Water Molecule.
If you have enough money or power, they will show you something that you think would be physically impossible. Since you don’t know that this is a computer game you would not know that these simple tricks were only code. Telling the future, telepathy, altering the color or contrast of your sight and more. These are only some of the tricks they use to get you back inline with their plan. But just because they can do things we don’t expect, doesn’t mean that they are telling the truth.
The truth is that we live in a computer game. Our DNA is computer code. We are robots. Earth is a fictional concept but it is real to everyone that lives inside it. That is why it is possible for some to know the future outcomes of football games, stocks, or tomorrow’s weather.
They do crazy stuff like have wild animals follow or attack people. Our mind is a code that can be written and moved around inside the game. They can do this once they have a dominating control of your character inside the game.
We are all characters inside this game but that doesn’t make life less valuable or real. We all feel. This does not change. If you die, you really die. Depending on your seniority inside the game; different powers can be gifted. Currently, to acquire these gifts you need to do horrible things. Things that are not only illegal but that will also mess up other people’s games.
You start to feel something. Something from whatever it is you were doing when you gave you that clear thought or that vivid dream. You continue doing it. Supplementing your hunger and pain with energy from their system you fade into their world without even noticing. Once this happens, the computer starts to look at your provider’s logs instead of yours. This is where things start to get weird. They start to explain things to you as if it were your own mind. It’s confusing and hard to understand because it comes from inside you. From the energy you ingest or that is around you. They play you like a game.
They talk through prescription drugs, candy, cigarettes and soda pops. They claim to be your own thoughts. It is a form of systematic butchering. Sick manipulations of your own ideas convincing you to purge yourself and control others that might have the opportunity to speak out. Like I do.
By using people’s own trauma against them they can make you forget why or how you got to the place that you did, continuing your addiction to the things that keep you under their hypnosis. They can give you jobs you wouldn’t have wanted, make you say and write things you didn’t want to say, sell you cars, get you addicted to drugs, give you diseases, sell people for sex, or kill you without anyone noticing.
My friends know what I mean. Most of them are forced on a daily basis to do things they usually would not, just to continue living as well as protect me. Some people know something is off, some have no idea why or what they are doing. I think the vast majority of people do know something but are forced to say nothing.
They can literally be you and give you thoughts as you ingest their food. They can give you dreams or pump ideas into your head as you walk around in your daily life. They have already taken over the people and organizations that we confide in or trust so it just gets easier and easier.
It starts off by convincing you that a person might have harmed someone you love, or whatever concept makes you do what they want. They convince people to molest, rape, or kill each other. They isolate you then can literally replace you with someone else’s consciousness. The computer doesn’t know because your world’s rank is below theirs and is blocked out like the eclipse of the sun.
They can literally put someone else’s consciousness into your body once they own your character according to the computer. But now, it’s too late for them because, I have a baby inside a uterus.
That is why my game has been verified. In about eight months from now we are going to have a baby. My semen was transferred from one of her characters to another. It is the same person's consciousness but they are different people in this world. She is always snooping on me. Sometimes she is a girl behind the counter at some random store, sometimes she is just a girl walking by on the street. She likes to watch me eat stuff I really like. I guess it’s fine with me, at least someone cares enough to watch me enjoy something.
I have dated her in many bodies. Soon we are going to have a baby. Recently, this year, she has become pregnant. Somehow she put the baby is to one of her other bodies. This is how we tricked the Evil Aliens.
She switches consciousness a lot. She sees a lot of stuff I don’t. The stuff she tells me scares the shit out of me, but I believe her. It is hard for me to imagine, all this crazy stuff about living in a computer and this other ancient Reptilian World that she is from. It is hard to feel monogamous when she keeps switching bodies. My mind doesn’t work like that, it is changing my chemistry but I am starting to get the hang of it. When we kiss I imagine cute things she did and it makes her smile because she can see what I think. We can use thoughts as a language. I am getting better at it but still not very good.
It is hard for me because I do not completely understand who she is or where she is from. It hurts for me to think that she is just continually taking care of me and I have no idea what the fuck is going on. It has taken me a long time to put all this together and I still have a long way to go before I completely understand. But I do love her. I can see the pieces that make her who she is and I love them. I see them in all of her bodies. She is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. The Evil Aliens think it is their kid, But it is not, it is mine and this can proven with modern medicine.
They have control over the man who already has a kid with her, this will be her second baby as that woman in this game. He does horrible things to stay in power as well as stay unnoticed. He is secretly doing many things to help the Evil Alien’s. He knows the truth as well but pretends to be infected with lies like other people they have filled with their bullshit. Neither him nor the Aliens knew that it was me who impregnated her from one of her other characters. This is what caused things to change.
I am damn certain that live in a computer. Also I have been shown beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is possible to switch someone's consciousness from person to person. I am certain that certain people can read my thoughts as well as communicate telepathically to others. I swear on my life. The baby stuff remains to be seen. I am still uncertain about it but if you know me, you know I try to always tell the truth. I believe the stuff I am writing but I hope writing this does not offend anyone.
My dad can read my thoughts. A few of my friends can too. I think everybody has the potential but only some are aware of what is actually going on or how to utilize it. Whole conversations can be had in mind only or even toggled between mind and voice. This is how I learned all these things. I am really bad at it, talking telepathically to me has been described as ‘going 2 miles an hour’.
Some drug dealers give people enough energy to boost their powers and are alerted when the police may be on to them or their operation. There are people who do this daily and survive by these tactics. The only question is who talking to them? If this is happening to you, you might be talking to a different person or thing than who you think you are talking to, so BE CAREFUL. I have seen people make bad decisions on the basis that they were clear about the information they were getting. Usually these situations lead to death prison or worse.
Nobody is completely clear about the situation and the ones feeding us these thoughts are really good at getting people to mess up their lives. People get addicted to drugs thinking it is the only way to receive the information that I am talking about. They eat too much sugar, get crappy jobs or have sex with people that have HIV then continue to spread it under a misconception that it is helping people.
Some people are told that they are saving people by raping them. It is a sick demented circle that no one understands thus making it impossible for them to make solid choices in life. You are not invincible and what you do can hurt people. Pain is a real thing. Sadness is a real thing. Don’t hurt people. It is stupid.
But also, you are technically a robot and for me it is hard to accept that we have all been lied to from the moment we were born. It is a scary world and it is getting scarier but we need to stand up and fight or before you know it, all life will be gone.
Ways of Control:
They know what you would or would not believe so they need to change it around for different groups of people. They have a few different major deceit concepts.
Many companies use the 2 Suns method, claiming that we are on some giant man made space ship that has two suns. Their logos suddenly depict stories they pump through your mind. Two circles over-lapping. Goodwill’s logo is like that. So is a co-op grocery store in Viroqua. Many other groups use this fictional concept as well. They just need to get you to believe something strong enough for you to take the steps to get to the point where they can take control of you.
Red & Blue. Like the Pepsi Logo. They convince you that there are two worlds, Red and Blue - if you are in the red world you cannot see the color blue. Kendrick Lamar has a song about it. They show you a small bit of the truth then exploit it by telling you that there are only two worlds and that you can help someone you love by entering the red world, or that you need to do a series of things to continue living in the blue world.
They convince people they need to drink out of only plastic bottles or to only wear certain types of materials. They say that the sun is going to be blocked out or that only some areas are being given real water. They tell people that they need to earn every dime for themselves and to never share. Toothpastes and lotions contain poison that block our skin from excreting water. They convince you to use specific products or only go to certain places or stores. They convince people to never drink water or never use water telling them that it is making them lose the game.
Airplanes and Airports are literally designed like teaching models to lead you astray. They teach you to think that you are on a spaceship. They say that mountain ranges are the end of the world and that there are only a few specific places that the spaceship dispenses water. They tell people that the red world is from China or Russia. They pin us against each other in hopes of getting us to kill each other. They explain that the only way to be documented as alive on this spaceship is to always be using oil. They press companies to give out free plastic bags with every purchase. They convince people to buy huge cars that waste gas. They convince people to pour out gasoline in streams or to cut the drugs they sell with oil products. They get you to waste as much gas as possible.
They often incriminate people and get them sent to jail or worse.
They claim to be God to people that believe in him. Aliens, Vampires, Witchcraft Concepts, Army Plots, Thoughts of apocalypse or Poop Monsters. They can emphasize words in from regular conversations on the pages of a book. They convince you of one of their many lies. At that point they can start actively making you do things.
They have sectioned us off into different zones.
They have created barriers around whole cities. Upper floors of an apartment or office buildings are locks that will not allow some people inside. It is like a loyalty program. The people that are allowed to control these areas can to do anything they want without the worry that anyone will walk in on it.
They control the police and traffic lights stopping people from moving too fast from one section to another. The worst of their people are in areas completely closed off from the rest of the population.
They trap groups of people into sections that are impossible to leave. They know where the players they do not yet control are at all times. Many of us are not permitted to go near or into some of these sections but it is literally happening all around us. I have gone through them as they attempted to hide the things they were doing.
Schools and Office Buildings are used to hold us. Each area is is under different delusions. It has degressed to a point where some of these areas are rape points. People sell their bodies for credit inside the system or to be allowed to leave or to be gifted food, water, or money. Each area is documented to know who and what is in it at all times.
In my protected game, everything still seems normal. But when I physically leave a section they can close it off and allow the people in their control to do whatever they want. It has become normal life for many people who somehow survive inside of this sick game.
They will only let verified games come in contact with consciousness using these control concepts. They are the wrangalers. Moving us from one area to another and getting us to do things without our knowledge. If you find out they either kill you or convert you.
They convince people that they cannot die.The truth of the matter is that, if you really were to be pushed into a subsequent world you would be trapped inside the body of livestock or potentially something worse. They will put your consciousness inside something that the computer cannot notice is not you. In the main world, the programed you is still alive and well according to the computer but really you have been turned into a cow or a plant. The computer only sees that you are receiving care, not the amount of care that is sufficient for a human consciousness. After death they take everything you created on earth and use it to further their control.
Their goal is to release enough Carbon-Monoxide to suffocate the entire planet.
Tow a Cow:
This one takes place on the highway.
They reward people for driving up long stretches of elevation towing absurdly large things behind them. They do this by convincing people to drive up huge amounts of elevation with as much weight as possible. They reward the drivers with sex from other women and children that they have stolen after they were singled out and are certain that their game rank was higher than theirs.
It is a literal factory of death. When you realize that it is a hoax they use the evidence they have recorded of you doing the those things against you. What they reward people with is illegal and often documented for blackmail. Their workers are all purged with evidence they have against them. They tell them to do horrible things to get these privileges. These things can happen at a noisy truck stop along a busy highway or inside the truck. And no one will ever know.
The highway systems in the United States are strategically placed along the meridians of the planet air currents directly injecting car and truck exhaust along the planet's air flow.
Coal companies convince people to mine through mountains in hope of getting out of the dome they are trapped in and to generate more energy for their system. They can convince you that you are a water molecule or something absurd. They make people act crazy then dope them up and throw them away.
They did it to Dr. Bronner. He knew what was happening but to save his own life, acted crazy until he could get out of their grip and do something that could generate enough energy to survive in this world.
I have seen it happen to people. They put you in an insane asylum or into jail. Get you in contact with someone or something that will quickly take over your life and make you lose sight of the things and people you love. They give you limited options on who you could marry or have children with, then the next thing you know that person or company is feeding you lies and sending their own thoughts into your brain. You become their puppet.
They can deliver specific information to specific people through something as simple as a Happy Meal. Drug Companies, Hospitals and Alcohol Companies are all avenues for this energy they feed us to travel.
Alcoholics Anonymous and Rehab Clinics are crawling with these manipulators. I have met them. They do not want me to tell you this because it is their way of survival. They prey on the weak and convince people to commit suicide or become dependent on drugs that are obviously not helping.
They eventually get you to a point where you either kill yourself or are killed by them or their products, then they put your consciousness into a loop to repeat until the computer mainframe has deemed a winner.
They have taken over bands like the Beatles and pose to be them in your mind. Having you post their pictures on your wall so they can literally watch though it like a window. They can watch through anything they own, for example: If I invented light bulbs, after death, I could watch this world through all light bulbs invented from my design. If the Evil Aliens supported me through my life, their Evil Alien world could watch through light bulbs as well. All of us have been supported by them so we own nothing that we create.
They have large groups of people under a handful of these same delusions all convincing each other of the same stuff. Each concept has its own separate version of the truth and are sometimes contradictory to each other.
People’s parents prey on their children to survive some knowingly some not. If you try to go up against them and speak out, the pain they can inflict is beyond even the most atrocious acts in the history of earth.
I have gone through many of these delusions myself. Half pretending I was insane, half thinking I actually was. Multiple times I have been put through these stories to taste them for myself as well as to disguise me as one of their victims. I have never hurt anybody while doing this.
A plastic tarp or a long tube could become a snake at a moment’s notice-- then eat you up. Not alerting the overarching computer because in their counterfeit world, that long tube or that Beatles poster was, and always has been a Hungry Snake or a Window into Another Land.
The Evil Alien people do not see things how we see.
They see the energy inside us making it hard for them to tell who is who. The best way I can explain it is like being watched by a night vision satellite. They see where you go, what you do, how much you eat but have no idea what you look like. They see the transfer of energy and thoughts. They can see intention. They can see how much energy you have generated in your life and who has received it. That is how they see.
Our enemies are from somewhere that is truly different than Earth. They do not understand what it means to be a human. Pain, love and release are universal traits that their world can see and understand. They can see when we have orgasms and from who it came. They will not let anyone not in their control have children.
They have no idea what we are, but as in everything, life consumes energy. Without it nothing can survive. They monitor with incredible precision. Did this guy drink our water or his water? Is this guy learning about the truth or is he a drug addict? Does he have the potential to have a baby girl? Can his game go beyond ours? They want to know if it would be possible for anyone to become sufficient beyond them.
If you are sufficient or helping to give energy to others you will become a target and either be controlled or killed. They listen to everything we say and do. If they see that you are learning the truth they will stop it. That is why I have been learning about this without talking specifics at all.
They have raised us to be complacent and unaware of truth of our world. They have created a duplicate system that tricks the overarching computer to believe we are all still ok. But we are not in fact all ok. Purina Coca-Cola and Walmart have bunkers in strategic places all over the planet because they know about the poisoning of the air. They are helping it happen for rewards from the Evil Aliens.
I have been protecting a small piece of land in a town that will be the last safe place in this country. It is the most stable place in the United States. Mos of the area is already under the control of Pepsi and Purina. It has fresh water coming from the ground and a solid rock unconnected to the center tectonic plate between the Mississippi and California. They have strong holds and bunkers in this area.
They work tirelessly to destroy all other land, raping it with chemicals and highways. They build on top of the meridians of the wind and water currents of the planet. They place nuclear dumps in the ocean in strategic locations to be leaked into the rest of the ocean by its natural currents. The run off is poisoning everything and eventually will cause the ground and water to not produce food. The ones they have working for them will bunk up and or fight to the death once the air is too thick to breathe. Eventually after exhausting all our resources only their Alien World will be left running inside this Universe Machine and they will once again be deemed the winners. Our consciousnesses will literally be given to them to do whatever they want.
I have literally been told the future and watched in disbelief as it actually happened. I have had meetings with people who are dead, I have allowed consciousness’s to enter me. To protect me as well as hurt me as camouflage from the ones who can see this.
I believe this to be true and I hope that some of you who have experienced things like this can help me confirm these things to be true.
This is real. We are all in this together.
It has been incredibly hard because at some points for me, I have needed to do very specific weird or scary things. I am amazed I have made it this far. I feel like learning these things and staying alive is my job. I am moved from one city to another at a moment's notice to avoid them. I have many stories about these things, most the time I have no idea what is happening or what danger is coming for me.
If you are interested. Read my Journals; they outline some of my experiences.
I have not written everything I know and will continue writing these when I have time. Prepare for the entire world to change. This paper may be the first of many things that will start to rapidly change the way we live.
Feel free to ask me any questions
-Aaron Gotzian Colantti
Midwest Love News Reporter, August 2017
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