my posts from yesterday, all pb.

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>will go smoke a joint now and then try to say something on (how God talkes to me), what happened in a place close to Berlin which I considered a military op or a mason ritual op or something like that and on how you make me carry the cross.

so at that time I knew I am Jesus, I knew that my surroundings kind of talked to me in a way I considered secret and I did not exactly know how this was done (but also did not care that much), thought of it as military or secret society thing while also being aware of the biblical part of it.

my whole family, friends and others close to me or near me reacted in a way to me that I knew they know.

one time at a bakery I met a guy that I used to go to school with but later lost contact.

I met him, had a quick chat and then went back home to eat my rolls.

on the way back I thought about that guy and basically when arriving at home (after like a 10 to 15 mins walk) I prayed or asked God to have me meet this guy again when I right now leave the house and go back to the backry. he had a coffie in front of the bakery and I thought he would maybe still be there and hoped that God could make him still be there.

Wanted to specifically meet him again bc back in school me and others had picked on him and bullied him and I felt sorry for that. I liked that guy but I did what I did.

so I went back and near the backery is a supermarket where I stopped at a traffic light to go to the backery and in that moment he came out of the supermarket.

I greetet him again and claimed that I had forgotten to buy something and asked him to have a coffee with me at the bakery (or maybe no coffie and just asked him to join me buying the stuff I claimed I had forgotten).

I apologized to him and wanted to let him know that I like him. We both cried (the way you crie when standing in front of a backery with many people surrounding, not the way you crie when being at a funeral.)

he joined me on the way back bc he told me he lived in a street bewteen the backery and my place. wa had a nice conversation, don´t know what about, when being at the corner where our way split he asked me to go do something the next day (he wanted to show me some kind of DJ equipmet in his flat). I talked my self out of it claiming that my depression (true, had that a while back and still did not have a job and was again living at my mom´s place, but reason not being depression but being to have time to fight on QR) would stop me from making any plans.

(I guess I both felt good about meeting him bc he showed up after I prayed for it, but he looked a little unclean and I thought his flat would look the same, we also both said we would (still, like in school days, or again in my case) smoke weed.

don´t know exactly, but I think we agreed to meet somewhere outside and I guess I picked him up with my car to go to a place nearby to hang out (little lake with shops, bar, boat rental and stuff).

we met a couple of times, later he introduced me to his girlfriend, I saw the flat (not that unclean) and we did stuff together.

I knew he knew who I was, so did his girlfriend and this was confirmed to me by clothes he wore being black and white (specifically a pair of sweatpants with checkboard style that honestly noone would were other than to wear checkboard look).

I kind of listened to them in terms of what I should to, like I before looked for hints from Trump, Dan, US mil and other tweets and people close to me.

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cannot really get it together anymore, but e.g. I knew that my family and friends wanted me to have fake arguments (not the loud ones, but the kind of argument where you argue with facts in a nice way) on the topic covid and, bc I had told them about Q and other political stuff like "fighting" climate change, we also talked about that.

thought that maybe the world would want my opinion on that and either would listen via agencies or this would somehow be spread across ww masonry.

when being in my car he also left a lighter twice, a red and a blue one, I checked it t make sure it does not have any kind of note on it, bc I thought of it in a super secret agency or secret society way and did not really know that to make of it. he left it in a way that I did not consider normal behaviour. no note however, just two lighters.

one day we went back to the lake and rented a paddleboat (the one you ride like a bike) and on that boat I gave back to him the two lighters in a way that I thought would not be that obvious. when he asked for a light, I gave it to him one at a time (even asking him kind of if I should give him the other one by "officially" asking him if he needed a light again after he got back the one from me before). so gave both to him while kind of checking that people walking on the shore did not see it.

when being back at the boat rental and had a little "you had fun, guys?" conversation he told that guy in a very odd one that I had gottim him back the lighters that he had missed (why would that guy even care I though) and he spefically mentioned them being a red and blue one, he even stressed those words. back then did not know what to make of it and for me had the info that also this guy knows and that I prolly did not have to give those lights back so secretly.

this guy sometimes drove the car of his mom (had no own one) and that car had a big wooden cross hanging on the inside mirror.

later it turned out in a way (but maybe that was after I went to Berlin, not sure) that I kind of smoked a cigarette when he gave me a super secret (nodding head or whatsever) sign that I had to. or simpy bc he lighted one. also he talked about some online game he played on his phone and mentioned many times (and I really could care less for that game) that he was the minister for war in that game.

so I thought that he maybe was to give me strategic advice (rather tactical I guess bc fairly shortterm) on how to bahave when it comes to taling about covid bs when people pass by.

one time when sitting my car but he wanted to listen to a song or still spend time he cried out when some kind of emotional song was played (not sure anymore, but a "help me" song kind of).

he cried. I thought that it was bc of him being mason and him wanting to be saved by me. and I think I told him something like "if you need help, I am there, just ask for it".

(same day little later I got a text message from another friend that knew who I am saying "laaaaater", but officially in regard of something else of course)

[keep in mind, just telling it how it happens, obviously a lot of time has past and I now know stuff I did not back then, but try to explain it the way I experienced (or rather created) it.]

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one time he suggested me a barber to go to when I went to another shop usually.

so I went there, the barber asked me for my mask (I guess at that time in Germany the rules were maybe not that clear, dunno) and I refused to enter with a mask on my face and kindly said goodbye to go to the barber I usually use. I thought that maybe it was only about me standing up to the mask bs (also at that time Trump tweeted a lot about "stand, not kneel" and about "I you don´t win back your city, I will". kneeling can, from todays point of view be referring t mason bs law or to kneeling infront of you, your Lord ad God. and that other thing I took as "let your hometown know who you are and make them stop the mask bs or they will be arrested, killed in military op or whatsoever")

so when driving to the other barber the songs in the radio were like "please don´t leave me", "I know you will come back", stuff like that. and when almost being at the other shop I turned and drove back and sat down at the barber with a mask that the guy from the backery suggested.

when sitting there there were a couple of children present and in tv there was something about a pedophile network being busted.

for me that sort of ment that he did stuff like that, maybe even to the children present (see it differently today, be aware to only digest those posts starting yesterday telling the whole story when I made the last post and you know I told the whole story!).

I prayed so that God would spare him ("he did not know any better", "he was pressured or lured into and was born into a shitty system anyway".

also one time, I guess before that, my mon suggested another barber to go to.

at that place they asked my if I know some guy that is known in Germany as harcdore islamic preachter saying stuff like "stick to sharia" and such. obviously I do not agree with that (while asking you all to be as demanding as you have to, but back then and when referring to that guy, I did not like what he did, also I guess involved in IS stuff, but dunno for sure, maybe not).

so they talked about that guy bc they said I looked a little alike with my beard and hairstyle and they shaved me in a way that they cutted me quite some times (not like liters of blood coming out, but more like itching face after having gotten a really bad shave).

also, on the way back from the office the glow from my cigarette went of the cigarette and stuck to my hand burning quite a big hole in my finger that is still visible as scar. coulld not get it of my hand for few seconds as was holding a shoping bag and, frankly, behaved a little stupid.

at that time (and obviously still today and even worse) people were annoying me or pissing me of by things they did in a way that was obvious to me that they did it bc they knew who I am bc not liking me exposing masonry)