People are starting to look at me as if they know me but can't place the face.

It feels like the end of the line for the leg, myeloma does that. Nausea sucks. This body has been whipped and beaten, somehow I'm still verticle.

Emotional mind fuckery. Clearly I see the problem with the current way of thinking, money is everything.

Westworld is the best way to describe our current world. We are here for the enjoyment of those who think they're above us. Rules are in place to make sure we don't rise up.

We're rising up. One by one all over the world people are feeling the emotion.

"A just machine to make big decisions, programmed by fellas with compassion and vision." International Great Year is ahead.

I've become my Father. If I remember right, that was pretty important.

What I saw three nights ago wasn't Mars, or even a planet. Something big is near. That was a huge sign that I got my family to witness via a telescope.

Five years folks, that's how long it's been. Imagine if you knew all of this was for you, wouldn't you question yourself? Sanity?

Thank God I have these physical scars to remind me of my past, it keeps me sane. Though I would love someone to talk to about everything.

Any takers?