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January 2018

What do we do when our anti-depressants don't work? When a joint no longer heals? When we perceive the world to be nothing but perfect darkness? When there is no hope? How did I find this place and how do I escape? It's a land of hopelessness, a land where there is no laughter, there is nothing but a deep void of darkness that sucks away at everything our mind, body and soul finds in an attempt to rescue us from this place. Nowhere land. Now here. Nowhere is actually now here. Everyone of us will find this place. This is the destination of the new world order, this special creation where we are doomed to discover. Some of us fight to escape so we turn to more powerful drugs, cocaine, oxy, whatever. Relief. We want relief from this darkness. Drugs are rife. It's everywhere, they in places that boggle the mind and it's one step away from all of us, we tethering on the edge and our leaders are doing everything in their power to push us over the edge. They want our minds. They want us hooked, lost in a world of pleasure, pain and abuse. It spirals out of control and this makes them happy. The more distress we feel, the greater their confidence in their ability to succeed. Pain and stress is their only objection. 
      The ever increasing prices of everything that we need, for we are consumers. In order to consume we must have a means to afford our consumption and our consumption has become our obsession. Money. Money is the currency that is killing us. Bitcoin. What a load of bullshit, but even intelligent bright eyed bushy tailed morons are buying into the concept of currency that exists in Lalaland.  Just because we do all our transactions of the net, we now believe that Bitcoin is real and is a great investment. The Internet is fake. It's about as real as this world of darkness that consumes me and refuses to let me go. Reality. Real is the baby you carry, the job you hold, the house you live in and the car you drive. The Ocean that is polluted and the dolphins that they slaughter. We buy Real Estate. It's real. It's a world that we can touch, hold, its where our sense exist and the fucking idiots that are our leaders want us to invest in a world where we are policed, controlled and censored and here you and I are living in this Lalaland. You are here with me, reading this right now. In a real world, I would have to submit this to an editor, and be paid for my point of view, but here we are, free of charge reading and expressing ourselves and believing in something that does not exist. The darkness is growing, we can feel it. Here in South Africa, Cape Town is undergoing massive weather control as the worst drought in history is recorded and people are condemned to x amount of liters of  water per day. Why? There is prime real estate in Cape Town that the poor occupy and the powers that be want this real estate, they want to break, kill and destroy those that occupy this land. There is also a global attack on the vineyards. Napa Valley is destroyed by fire, drought will kill the wine industry in South Africa and English wine which is now 1% of the wine market will in three years become a prominent force in the market. Along with Jordan, Italy and France. Jacob Zuma is an Illuminati insert in South Africa as was the Apartheid regime. Control. Destroy. Kill. The wonderful world of the Illuminati, if this is illumination, God help us all. Zuma, the name given to the SpaceX satellite, that failed, little wonder, it's what Zuma does! Fucking idiots. 
How do we escape this darkness? 
HOLD! HOLD FAST TO LOVE! CLING WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT! 
Jesus told us to eat the bread in remembrance of His body and drink the wine in remembrance of the blood He shed for us! Then we switch off from this demonic world and step outside into the dying wonder of the awesome world our God created for us and we seek out each other, share a hug and a laugh and we will escape this trap that is nothing but an illusion.  

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