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- HyperlambIntro
- Of all the weird superstitious belief systems I have ever encountered, the
- belief in governments seems to be the by far most peculiar superstition.
- You can't touch it, you can smell it, you can't point your finger at it, it has
- no physical specific location - Still, most people believe that their
- government exists. While paradoxically, the ones most eager to waver
- this belief, are consistently the ones who prides themselves in having a
- "sceptical mind". This of course is by design, which again leads to a lot
- of grief.
- Joseph Stalin realised almost 100 years ago, probably by chance, that
- the human mind is hardwired to holding superstitious beliefs. He also
- realised, that if he could somehow make people stop believing in their
- existing superstitious beliefs, the mind would suck in, whatever other
- belief he could condition them to believe in, by using propaganda. This
- allowed him to make people believe in their governments, as their
- personal Messiah and saviour, and have the government replace God in
- his subjects minds. By creating a punishment/reward system for his
- subjects, he was able to make a large portion of his own subjects,
- coerce and threaten the rest into believing in "their God" - The
- government.
- "You're living in the best country on the planet"
- The above is a quote from most Norwegian politicians. It is a dogmatic
- affirmation, explicitly created to silence and oppress all dissidents. It is
- fueled by making sure the Norwegian population mostly see suffering
- when they look outside the borders of their own country, and by making
- sure nobody see the internal suffering, occurring within their country's
- own borders. This happens to be an extremely unpleasent fact, since it
- makes sure that "the believers" do everything they can to silence those
- who don't believe that their country is the best country on the planet. The
- ones who believes in their government as God, ends up chasing all
- those who have already experienced suffering by the hands of their
- government, creating further suffering, for those who probably deserves
- it the least.The above is very similar to what occurs in oppressive regimes such as
- North Korea and ISIS, where everyone not willing to blindfolded believe
- in what they're told by their leaders, are persecuted and punished for
- their lack of belief. In such a way, the media's function is the same as
- that of the Mosque's function in fundamentalistic terror regimes, such as
- ISIS, Taliban, and Al Qaeda. The conditioning of our minds, are so
- strong through means such as education and media, that we are no
- longer able to objectively observe the world for what it is, and we end up
- being blinded and chasing ghosts instead of being able to tackle the real
- problem.
- Every now and then of course, some poor human is allowed to express
- their suffering. This allows the people to use his or her story as an
- excuse and example, to affirm how benevolent the government is, since
- it allows people to freely express themselves, using freedom of speech,
- to create and facilitate for change. Such stories are often used as
- examples when comparing the government with other governments,
- creating memes such as "imagine if he had lived in North Korea, where
- they have no free speech. That man is very lucky to live in the 'best
- country on the planet.'"
- This book is an autobiography, written with the intention of telling a story,
- completely incompatible with the belief that the Norwegian government is
- God. Every chapter will have philosophical points, hopefully allowing you
- to subjectively deduct its meaning. However, in the end, it is simply the
- story of a man, and his experiences - Nothing more, nothing less. Finally,
- I would like to leave you with the conclusion of the book. I assume you
- can figure out for yourselves where I have "stolen" it. However, at the
- last chapter of this book, there are four words, which arguably proves
- that I did not in fact steal the quote, and that it was with me as a tool,
- since I was 8-9 years old.
- "Do not try to fight your government, that is impossible. Try to instead
- realise the truth. The truth is that there is no government."
- Thomas Hansen - thomas@gaiasoul.com
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKTprcn-KuIThe murder of my Father
- All the best stories starts out with an unsolved murder, mine is no
- different. My father was murdered by the Norwegian government 16th of
- May 1979. He was 34 years old when he died. When I say murdered, I
- don't mean it in the traditional sense. He wasn't shot. Nobody bashed
- him to death either - But he died, almost 50 years before his time, due to
- the actions of the Norwegian government. Or rather, to be more specific,
- the lack of actions from my government. This murder was unsolved for
- almost 20 years, which is quite common in oppressive regimes of
- course, since they never want to admit their sins, since this breaks down
- the belief in the regime.
- I almost didn't know my father, he died on my 5th birthday, and at the
- time of his death, he had been hospitalised for more than a year. His
- death was the most cruel and painful death you can imagine. He
- drowned in his own blood. I clearly remember the stories of my father
- from when I was a little boy. However, I also remember how my mother
- was extremely afraid of radiation and radioactive substances. When I
- was about 8-9 years old, I had taken an old fire alarm apart, because I
- wanted to look inside of it. I was a little boy, and I was of course curious
- about how the world worked, and I had an especially large appetite for
- technical problems. So I took an old fire alarm, and I opened it up,
- because I wanted to study it from the inside.
- When my mom realised what I was doing, and she saw the sticker inside
- of it, explaining how it was made out of low radioactive substances, she
- became afraid. She took the fire alarm away from me, threw it in the
- garbage, and told me to never again play with such things. At the time, I
- didn't understand why. In fact, it wasn't before well into my adulthood I
- understood why my mother was so afraid of radioactive substances. My
- father died of lymphosarcoma, and a man is not supposed to have this
- disease, unless he has been exposed to radioactive pollution. When the
- doctors realised that my father had lymphosarcoma, they would ask all
- sorts of questions about my father's whereabouts, and if he had been
- exposed to dangerous and radio active chemicals. Simply put, because
- they couldn't understand why my father could be struck by this disease.It was "impossible" for my father to die of this disease, to quote a doctor.
- 20 years later, when I was in my 20s, I read in the newspaper how one
- of the largest universities in Norway had unwillingly exposed more than
- 50 of their students to dangerous and radioactive chemicals. My father
- was studying for several years at this university. Of these 50 students,
- apparently none are alive today, and the one who lived the longest,
- became about 50-55 years old. Most of them died of some sort of
- variation of lymphosarcoma. A big public whitewash was taking place,
- and a big hot shot lawyer was filing a class act lawsuit against the
- government, demanding retribution for the families of the diseased. I
- contacted the lawyer and told him about my father. The lawyer contacted
- the hospital where my father had been a patient, and started gathering
- records from both the school, and the hospitals where my father was a
- patient. A couple of months later, I got a letter from the lawyer, where he
- informed me that my father had, quote "attended the wrong course, and
- hence it couldn't possibly have been related to the university incident."
- Still today, nobody can give me an explanation of how my father got the
- disease. If I had made the list of people having lost one of their parents
- due to this incident, it would have given me the equivalent of 100,000-
- 200,000 dollars. However, for me, it was more a question of having my
- government take responsibility for their actions - Which seems to
- impossible for me to make them do, for unknown reasons. Pointing my
- finger at the Norwegian government, at least for me, and trying to make
- others understand that they have sinned - Seems to for some reasons
- always end up having everybody point their fingers back at me, claiming
- the sin is mine for some reasons.
- My mother never lived to understand why my father died (un)fortunately.
- When I understood why my father had died, my mother had been dead
- for 10 years. Some say that the grief of loosing my father killed her.
- Others will say that cigarettes killed her. However, I question if there
- really is any difference?
- If you want to see my father, you can visit this link, start the player, and
- fast forward to 11 minutes and 11 seconds. My father is the guy in the
- red t-shirt playing the keyboard. At this recording, he was in excruciating
- pains, and the doctors had to drug him severely just to get him out ofbed. A couple of months later he died. I never really knew my father, but
- for me he was my heavenly father as I grew up. The perfect man. The
- guy who made me wake up in the morning, telling myself "today I will do
- better than I did yesterday." The most important man in my life, the one
- who I would do everything for a couple of kind words from, telling me that
- I was good enough. However, I never heard him say those words,
- because he wasn't there. My father was dead, murdered by a
- government, that became obsessed with denying their sins ...The bullies in Skjomen
- Skjomen is possibly one of the most beautiful places in Norway. You'll
- find majestic mountains there, spectacular fjords, amazing forests, and a
- fundamentalistic christian sect there. The latter are obsessed with
- explaining everybody else how everybody except from them are living in
- sin. This rapidly became a very real problem for me, since apparently I
- was non-stop living in sin according to these people. Having a television,
- a radio receiver, flowers in our windows, and for that matter wearing a
- simple tie - Apparently would bring me straight to hell, and condemn me
- to eternal damnation. Of course, since I was destined for hell anyway, all
- bets were off, and the children of these people could do whatever they
- wanted to me, since I was anyways a sinner, and deserved whatever I
- had coming.
- When I was 8 years old, my mom bought me a computer. It was an Oric
- 1 with 48K of RAM, and I had wanted one for as long as I can remember.
- Having no friends, combined with an extreme appetite for technical
- problems, made me dive into this computer from any perspective I could
- possibly fathom. In the beginning I played games on it. However, after
- some few months I was tired of that, and started typing of games from
- magazines. Slowly I started realising that I could change a tiny bit here
- and there, and such end up with my own creations. Computer
- programming rapidly become the obsession of my life. Soon I started
- digesting everything I could find of computer programming literature, and
- I obviously had a talent for it. And the more I was bullied, the better I
- became at computer programming.
- One time one of these christian boys spit in my face. I ran after the boy,
- got a hold of his jacket, and was able to pull him down to the ground. I
- put myself over his chest, and planned to start hitting him, with
- everything I had. Before I was even able to land as much as a single
- punch, one of the teachers who had seen us, ran after us and grabbed
- me by my ear, and violently pulled me off from the other boy. He
- dragged me a couple of hundred yards into the principle's office, by my
- ears, where I of course got all the blame. I was 9 years old. The fact that
- the other boy, together with his friends, had bullied me for a long time,and done far worse things to me, didn't seem to matter. I was the bully in
- the class according to the official story, and if I asked for help, I was a
- coward who couldn't fix my own problems.
- The above seems to be the story of my life. Whenever I end up in
- trouble, I can't ask for help. If I do, I am a coward, and deserved
- whatever came my way. If I stand up for myself, I am a bully apparently.
- People around me have always taken advantage of this, and I have
- more than once been at the center of bullying, being bullied by 10-20
- others. And as I stand up form myself, and whop their butts, which I
- always seems to do once I am really cornered - I end up with all the
- blame. If you believe in your government, and you are one of those who
- expect your government to fix all of your problems, let me create a
- simple thought experiment for you.
- "Imagine a guy who is hated by the police, and everybody detests him
- for some reasons. Who should this guy call if he gets in trouble?
- Ghostbusters ...?"
- Every time I was in trouble, and tried to call upon the authorities, they
- would simply laugh. Probably hoping I'd die, and often facilitating for
- further violence against me, instead of doing their job. I was taught this
- lesson the first time when I was 8 years old. And I have re-established
- that lesson hundreds of times afterwards, to the point where I now
- realise that I don't need anybody else to stand up for me, because I can
- do a much better job myself. When you're taught that lesson often
- enough, you will end up with two options. Allow them to break you, or fix
- your own problems. And believe me, I am very good at fixing my own
- problems.
- Once I punched a guy so hard in his stomach, that he had to be home
- from school for a couple of days. He had stolen my ball, and was two
- years older than me. Him and his friends started tossing the ball back
- and forth between each other, such that I couldn't get to the ball. At
- some point I realised I didn't have to go for the ball, and that it was much
- more effective to go for the biggest of the boys who were bullying me. So
- I punched him in his stomach such that he threw up. His mom had to
- come and get him, and he didn't show up at school for two days. Theother boys quickly gave me my ball back.
- That was a nice day ...The death of my Mom
- When I was 14 years old, my mother died. My mom's death traumatised
- me to an extent impossible to comprehend for most others. She had
- spent 6 months in bed, at home, severely sedated on morphine in the
- end. She had lumps of cancer literally popping out of her body, and was
- so sick and sedated, she barely had a waken moment for the last 2-3
- months of her life. My mother was the light of my life, and she withered
- away in front of my eyes. My relatives told me that she was already
- dead, and that an angel had taken over her body, to comfort me, and
- allow me to believe that her excruciating pain wasn't real.
- When mom realised what was happening in Skjomen, she instantly
- decided to pack our things, and move to another place. I had never told
- her anything, but once I came home from school with a torn jacket, and I
- had to tell her what had happened. She realised the bullies would never
- yield, and that I would always end up with the blame, regardless of the
- truth. You see, when the authorities are taking the bullies side, it can
- never end. Simply since they facilitate for the bullying, regardless of how
- much you stand up for yourself. Because the bullies are protected by
- those who are supposed to protect the bullied. This creates a vicious
- circle, that can never end, unless you're able to physically move from the
- once bullying you. We ended up moving to a small village, just outside of
- Harstad.
- For a couple of years life was wonderful. In this new place I wasn't
- bullied at all. In addition, mom allowed me to start taking Tae Kwon Do
- lessons, and I became (literally) kick-ass. Nobody bullied me, and my
- high functioning autistic condition, didn't seem to matter to any of my
- classmates. In fact, they used to refer to me as the "walking lexicon",
- with a smile on their faces, in a cute way, which didn't bother me, but
- rather felt like an honor.
- My mom's death turned my life upside down. At the peak of my trauma,
- to further nail me down, the government had in their infinite wisdom
- decided to take everything my mom owned, and sell it at an auction to
- pay her debt. I had to buy my mom's forks, knives and spoons, becausethe Norwegian government's laws dictated it. After stealing everything
- that was mine, the government gave me a tiny monthly allowance, which
- basically would have meant starving slowly to death. If it hadn't been for
- my old auntie helping me, I would literally have ended up on the street.
- Child protection service was nowhere to be seen. However, after having
- read about these people later in life, I should probably be eternally
- grateful for that they weren't around.
- I immediately became "trouble". The trauma was simply too much to
- carry, and I had a several "incidents" with both the police, school
- teachers, and every single authority figure you can imagine. Besides, I
- had already been taught well in Skjomen, that if you want to survive,
- there's no point in calling for help. Help yourself or perish was everything
- I knew.
- My first crime was to hide lots of mom's things in my room a week after
- she died. Under the bed, in my closet, everywhere I could fit as much as
- a single spoon or fork, I would hide kitchenware, and all sorts of things I
- needed to survive on my own. When the police came to steal my mom's
- possessions, to cover her debt, I was standing in front of the door to my
- room, and refused them access, explaining to them that "these are my
- things." I was 14 years old, an orphan, a liar, and I was forced by my
- government's laws to become a criminal to simply survive.
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfvplbJnzaoThe story of my Son
- This story is not really mine to tell, so bear with me for not telling the
- whole story. However, some parts of it is important to understand, for
- you to realise how your government is not your friend. I will therefor try to
- tell as little of it as I can, while still explain the parts which I feel are
- relevant to my story.
- My son was born sick. His disease was highly likely due to pollution in
- the area where me and his mom lived during her pregnancy. Roughly
- every second week, either me or his mom would have to go to the
- hospital. Every single time it was life threatening. For 12 years, we spent
- half of our lives at the hospital. His first 12 years of life, was one
- emergency after another, literally tearing our family to pieces. I cannot
- remember a single day during this period, which I could spend in its
- entirety, without being afraid of that he would die. His mom couldn't even
- talk about him, without starting to cry out of shear death panic attacks.
- We both had non-stop panic attacks for 12 years basically.
- During this period, we met a lot of great doctors and nurses. However,
- most of them held the common (false) belief, that we did not know our
- own son's best. It was a constant uphill battle, fighting for the right
- antibiotics, fighting for the right procedures, which we knew (by
- experience) would work. Doctors have difficulties realising that parents
- with a sick child are often better at both diagnosing their own child, and
- prescribing the right medication, than they are themselves. When we told
- them to start a specific antibiotic treatment, they would second our
- opinion, and often override us, and force unto our child, something we
- knew would not work. Several times this created life or death situations
- for our son.
- A friend of us with a child having a similar condition once said "I'd like to
- thank the government and doctors for fighting us non-stop, such that we
- spend most of our energy fighting them, not having any energy left to let
- the panic for our child's life sink in." For being scientists, doctors often
- have surprisingly little faith in the scientific process. Obviously we had
- observed our son thousands of times, and such had a much betterfoundation to understand how to treat him. Still, their arrogant belief in
- that their diplomas on their walls knew better than us, made this into a
- double nightmare for us.
- "The largest source of problems in this world, are people believing in that
- their education, their diplomas, and pre-existing conditioning and
- knowledge about some subject, makes them know more than you."
- For 100 years my government allowed a corrupt company to throw
- dangerous chemicals into our fjords and forests. My son paid the price
- for their ignorance. Of course, if you ask the government why my son
- was sick, they would simply say "We don't know. These types of
- conditions might have a genetic origin, alternatively it might be due to
- something mom ate during pregnancy." Which of course makes the
- parents struggle with guilt. As if nearly killing my son is not enough,
- they're trying to blame it on the parents. To blame the victims, seems to
- be a never ending condition for humanity and governments.
- Of course, the company that was throwing this poison into our fjords,
- created a lot of employment for the people in the region. Which again
- resulted in that they could literally get away with anything they wanted to
- get away with. When having been taken hostage by terrorists, the
- Stockholm syndrome sits firmly in people's minds. It's quite amazing
- what you can have a suffering and hungry person give you, if you give
- him the scraps from your dinner, that you created with ingredients you
- stole from him in the first place.
- Still today the official explanation for my son's disease is "It might be
- genetic, or something mom ate during pregnancy. We simply don't
- know." Most children suffering from this, are born in the same two
- regions of Norway, which just so happens to have the largest amount of
- pollution, from the same company. But that's probably just coincidences,
- right ...?
- This company is one of the largest companies in Norway, and the
- government holds a huge amount of its shares. Most politicians are more
- or less guaranteed a position on its board, after they're done with their
- official job. But that's probably just coincidences too, right ...?My first company
- In 2005 I started a company with a friend of mine. My friend had a
- business idea, which must have been among the top 10 worst business
- ideas of all time. We were going to create a software system that allowed
- companies that were washing windows to organise their work. Don't look
- at me, I swear it wasn't my idea. After trying to sell this crap for a couple
- of years, I literally gave up, and spent an entire x-mas creating what was
- later to be known as "Gaia Ajax Widgets." The idea for the toolkit was
- mine, I came up with a new name for the company, I was the sole
- developer, and I basically conducted every single aspect of the business
- myself - Including marketing and support. When I left (involuntarily)
- autumn 2008, I actually did the math on this. Apprx. 98% of the product
- was created by me. Out of 1300 support requests, I had answered 1100.
- Me and my blogs were responsible for 99% of the traffic we got, etc, etc,
- etc. I had basically done all the work.
- After we started gaining some traction for our new product, I headhunted
- one of the local "kings", to serve as "adult supervision". Adult supervision
- implies that the entrepreneurs themselves are not skilled enough to
- "manage" themselves, and that they need somebody with a history of
- success, to succeed when bringing an already successful product to
- market, and capitalise on it. It's basically the equivalent of telling a thief
- robbing you "Please take my money, I will only waste it on fun stuff if it
- stays in my pockets anyway." If you believe that you need "adult
- supervision," you should literally have your head examined. Adult
- supervision is a ridiculous idea, making sure those with lots of money
- gets more, and those with nothing but a great idea, ends up with nothing
- but the leftovers. If you don't believe me, ask Steve Jobs.
- Regardless of the truth though, I literally sat on this guy for 6 months,
- calling him several times a week, begging him to become our CEO.
- When I created Gaia Ajax Widgets the company was worth
- 200,000NOK. 7 months afterwards, it was valued to 12,500,000NOK,
- and Microsoft Norway wanted to fly us to Redmond to have a "talk with
- Bill." At this point, the guy I had tried to headhunt, probably finally saw
- something worth stealing, and accepted my offer to become our "adultsupervision." 12 months after our new CEO and adult supervisor had
- started working for us, I was out of the company. 12 months later, and he
- owned all my shares, and I owed a million NOK in lawyer bills. The irony
- ...
- I still don't entirely understand the semantics of how he stole my
- company, but I know for sure that when he sued me, he was definitely
- depending upon his existing network somehow, to make sure the lawsuit
- would conclude with whatever conclusion he wanted to see through.
- Between the 23rd of December 2008 and the summer of 2009, I barely
- slept. In addition to my son's hospital visits, I had to deal with lawyers,
- courts, bills towering up over my head to an extent difficult to imagine -
- And we had started fighting over, believe it or not; Jesus!
- Back in the autumn of 2007, I had told him that I wanted to use the
- company to create world peace, end injustice, and feed the hungry
- people of the world. He, believe it or not, told me the following "That is
- blasphemy, since that's not supposed to happen before Jesus is reborn
- again." Of course, today he'll probably deny that this was what
- happened, but facts are that these were the things that ended up in the
- most raging arguments between us. However, I am positively certain of
- that he has a completely different recollection of how things occurred.
- The mind of a neuro typical, seems to be extremely well adapted at
- remembering only the parts which doesn't create cognitive dissonance
- once confronted with the paradox of itself.
- In the lawsuit he dragged me through, I proved every single point in my
- case, beyond any doubts what so ever. He proved himself a liar, multiple
- times, by among other things delivering three different sales results, with
- 300% difference, over the same period. Still he won, and I was forced to
- giving away all of my remaining shares in the company to him.
- The court systems of Norway is the most blatantly corrupt system I have
- ever seen in my life. The very idea of that a Norwegian court will ever
- grant you justice, is literally delusional, and the equivalent of believing in
- Santa Claus. Even in an immigration court in US (a later story), I felt I
- was given more justice than I was given in Norway. The guy who stole
- my company, had spent 20 years as a top level executive at thecompany who had polluted our fjords, becoming responsible for my son's
- disease ...
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXaGT3vU2FUMoving to San Francisco
- In 2009 I started making plans to move. Or run to be more specific. I had
- absolutely no belief in Norway anymore, due to the lawsuit I had been
- dragged through. Me and my wife back then, sold everything we owned,
- and moved to North California. Our future home was to become Sonoma
- county, north of the Golden Gate. I had been given an E2 visa in the
- USA, and we took the first plane we could. For a while life was pretty
- amazing, and I was making a lot of money. I worked as a consultant for a
- Norwegian company, and I was having Tiger on my tank. I virtually lived
- like a king for a while, and everything was cool.
- After about a year though, my nemesis, yup, that asshole I had
- headhunted, couldn't quite give up on me. The 23rd of December 2008,
- he had told me that he would, quote "destroy the rest of my life."
- However, I didn't think he'd be able to pull it off. Boy was I wrong ...
- It started going south early in 2011, as he stole one of my key
- employees. In fact, Mr. K. was my only employee, and I had brought him
- with me, into a very lucrative job for another company, which of course
- my Nemesis was best friends with. All of a sudden Mr. K. was starting to
- more and more leave me hanging, and he started growing anger towards
- me. Apparently he felt I wasn't paying him enough, even though I was
- paying him 32 times the normal salary of a guy living in his region of the
- world. In addition, I had basically sponsored Mr. K. for a whole year,
- where I wasn't able to earn as much as a dime on him. I still kept him on
- board, and gave him small tasks, and allowed him to enjoy as much
- freedom as I could. At one point, I even used my credit card to send Mr.
- K. an additional 25,000NOK, to pay for his father's heart surgery. His
- father was dying, and I paid with my credit card, to save his father's life.
- Less than a year later, Mr. K. back stabbed me, because of lies told by
- my Nemesis.
- After Mr. K. left me, it would only take a month or two before I was
- thrown out of my only job at the time. Mr. K. had been offered a job for
- the guys I was consulting with, and my only employer didn't need my
- services anymore. This was my sole income at the time, and it didn'trequire a rocket scientist to understand who was the mastermind of this
- thing. Especially considering that Mr. K. was now working for my old
- company, the same one that had been stolen from me a couple of years
- earlier. Mr. K. had taken my job, and given it to my Nemesis, for a raise
- of 20% to his own income. One year earlier, I had saved Mr. K's father's
- life.
- Life slowly declined, and I had no real prospects of any future ahead of
- me. I started "comforting" myself with alcohol and weed, as I slowly
- started sinking to the bottom. Believe me, you have no idea how deep
- the hole is. But that's OK, I will show you how deep the hole is, I will
- show you.
- When you start falling, you expect it to be only temporary, and that at
- some point you'll find solid ground beneath you. Well, believe me, the
- hole can be very deep once you truly start slippin' ...
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcpyjHOvQnMThe breakdown
- I was living with my wife in Santa Rosa. We'd recently moved from our
- "palace" up in Glen Ellen, since we no longer could afford it. I had no
- income, and our resources had started drying out. In addition I was
- smoking pot and drinking alcohol as if it was water and food, attempting
- to escape the feeling of that I had no future. Just when I thought things
- couldn't get worse, I got a letter from my son's mom.
- My son's mother wrote me, and told me that my son was dying. The
- doctors had given up on him, and I had to come back to Norway, and
- start arranging for my son's funeral and death. At one time, his mother
- had to drive him to the hospital to revive him. She was going to wake him
- up, and send him of to school. However, my son wouldn't wake up, and
- they had to rush him to the hospital to revive him.
- A man can only take so much, and I reached my tipping point that day.
- This was in autumn of 2011, and I wanted to crawl out of my own skin,
- bury myself, close my eyes, and just let it all be over with. My entire life
- was a failure, and I had failed at the most fundamental thing that exists
- for a man; Fatherhood. Slowly my desperation and tears started making
- room for anger, an emotion that I had suppressed most of my life, and I
- went down to the bathroom. To make things worse, we had been thrown
- out of our apartment some few weeks earlier, since it had a dangerous
- crack in one of its walls, and we were living with a young couple
- temporarily, while our apartment was being fixed.
- As I stood in front of the mirror in my neighbours bathroom, I cursed
- God, and said; "If this is your idea of justice God, I don't want to have
- anything to do with you. I hereby sacrifice my soul and life to Satan."
- The same second I had uttered these words, I experienced the weirdest
- neurological condition a human being can have; A temporal lobe
- seizure.
- A temporal lobe seizure is an epileptic storm in your mind. However,
- you're still awake, and you have all your motor functions intact. It is often
- referred to as "The God Syndrome", because this is the thing most whoexperience it says after recovering; "I have seen God." It's basically a
- million times stronger than anything you can possibly induce unto your
- mind using psilocybin or LSD, and it's an extremely rare condition.
- People have done research on this, and been able to pinpoint the
- symptoms unto most of our Prophets from God in previous times, and it
- is believed to be the defining condition responsible for transcendental
- experiences, such as those described by Prophet Muhammed, Buddha
- and Jesus. Imagine the universe having a new asshole ripped wide
- open, and the almighty creator comes through the heavens, touches
- your fore head, and says; "I accept your sacrifice."
- Needless to say, but I went completely bananas. Merely thinking about it
- today, gives me the shivers and goosebumps. Imagine having your brain
- do blue screen, guru meditation, CPU meltdown, and a hard drive failure
- - All at the same time! And you're still awake, able to move, coordinate
- your hands, and probably worse; Speak!
- I was literally a walking, talking, complete fruit cake, with a calling from
- God, to help others realise the Truth! Hallelujah, I was a Prophet from
- God, Prophet Antichrist the first! And I had a divine purpose and calling,
- which was to enlighten all those around me, to see God, and become
- believers in the one true God.
- Hallelujah, the Antichrist was alive, he was good, and I was him ...
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ySslgXITkkHallelujah, the Antichrist lives
- Immediately after my seizure, everything evaporated. My entire
- existence could be measured in grains of sand. Nothing I used to believe
- in held any value for me anymore, and I was basically inside of the rabbit
- hole 24/7! For some odd reasons, I was 100% confident in that my
- sacrifice would save my son. It was as if I had a voice at the back of my
- head telling me to just fall, and that Mother Earth would somehow catch
- me.
- I had been given a mission from God, to convert all non-believers, by
- sacrificing my soul, and my life, to Satan. I realised God had saved my
- son from dying, due to my sacrifice, and I felt obliged into paying my debt
- to God. So I started planning a murder; The murder of myself. I had
- nothing to live for, and I was looking forward to my own death, yearning
- for it, praying for it! Giving praise to God for having allowed me to carry
- the sins of the world, as the Antichrist, Satan in the flesh, the one who all
- sins belonged to!
- It was all my fault! I started pronouncing myself as the second coming of
- Hitler, I accepted responsibility for Anders Behring Breivik, I proclaimed
- that I was the to blame for world war II, and I took responsibility for all the
- sins of the world. And I did a pretty convincing job, having an intellect, far
- superior to most others. So there was no reasons to doubt me either. All
- sin belonged to me, the Antichrist! And everybody else just had to hang
- on for 7 years, before Jesus would descend from the Heavens, and turn
- the earth into Paradise. Yippie, I started Armageddon, the 23rd of
- December 2011, as I proclaimed myself to be the Antichrist on YouTube,
- in front of the whole world.
- "Now if I only could get somebody to murder me, that guy would be
- Jesus, and everybody else would be safe and sound, right ...?"
- There was no way I'd commit suicide, I knew that was a sin. So I started
- making plans to have others murder me, preferably in such a way, that I
- could write Armageddon into the history books. The plan was to
- convince everybody else of that they are living in Paradise. Every singleday I would create dozens of YouTube videos, preaching about
- everything from the meaning of hair and foreskin, to the architecture of
- God's mind. Over the next 2 years, I would create more than 4,000
- YouTube videos, most of them pure madness in nature. The most
- important task I had though, was to sacrifice my soul, and life, such that I
- would get "the most bang for my bucks."
- I withdrew from society, and moved out in the forest. For a couple of
- months, I was living just outside of Santa Rosa golf court, using leaves to
- tuck me in at night, most of the time without any food or water, as I had
- close and personal discussions with God. Over the next 6 months, I'd
- loose half of my weight, and wander dozens of miles, often at night,
- while creating my divine YouTube videos, preaching to the world about
- the importance of foreskin. After a while, I realised the best way to have
- myself murdered, was by pretending to be a Muslim, and going to
- Mecca, and simply smash the Kaaba with a sledgehammer. I was pretty
- confident in that if I just managed to get my ass down there, smashed
- the Kaaba, naked, in front of a couple of millions of Muslims, as I was
- shouting into the crowd "I believe in many Gods, I am the Dajjal, Prophet
- Muhammed was a faggot", and so on - They'd probably kill me. And
- since I owed God a soul and a life, for having saved my son, I was more
- than ready to accomplish my mission.
- Early 2012, I got 12,500 dollars for a job I had done earlier. Of course, I
- went straight into a Harley Davidson shop, and spent most of it on a
- white Harley Davidson. The fact that I didn't have a place to live didn't
- matter, since I was anyways simply gonna ride my Harley for a while,
- finish up my preaching, before I took a one way flight to Jeddah, to have
- a couple of million Muslims (literally) tear me a apart. And since the
- Antichrist was supposed to be having a white horse according to the
- Bible, I figured a white Harley Davidson is the closest I could come. This
- would create a pretty convincing story about how I had been the
- Antichrist I figured, and realised they'd probably write Armageddon into
- history books, post morten, and everybody would live in Paradise, and
- see my sacrifice as the most beautiful thing that had ever happened in
- the history of man.
- Besides, I anyways had an extreme urge to prove to the world that Jesuswas alive, due to my Nemesis having used that as an argument, for not
- wanting to do good things in my first company. Now, if I was the
- Antichrist, and I was dead, according to the chronology of the Bible,
- purely logically Jesus would have to be alive, right? I could literally
- smack two flies, with one sledgehammer.
- "I had a plan!"
- The 29th of February 2012, I had spent my last $795 on a one way ticket
- to Jeddah. I was on my way to Heaven, Hallelujah! As I was about to
- checkin at LAX, Los Angeles Airport, an Afro-American woman told me
- my passport was not valid. A friend of mine had washed my jeans,
- during the time I was sleeping out in the forest, and accidentally also
- washed my passport. Apparently, a passport that is a little bit rugged on
- the edges, is not valid, even though you can clearly see all the important
- information. So I was refused to checkin. Whether or not she could see
- that I was a complete fruit cake or not, I still don't know to this day.
- However, I have my suspicions ...
- I utterly flipped, and went completely bananas. That black woman had
- stolen my flight to Paradise, literally, and I was freakin' furious! I went
- outside of the airport, and flipped 11,000 degrees, as I started cursing on
- YouTube about how the Secret Service didn't have balls enough to do
- what I was destined to do, and that they should immediately have Air
- Force one land at LAX, to pick me up, and fly me down to Jeddah, such
- that I could show them how a pair of balls looks like! When I was done
- filming, I uploaded the vide to YouTube, and to make sure I would make
- contact with the Secret Service, I named my video "I want to kill Nigger
- President Barack Obama." Now this was in 2012 mind you, and Obama
- was still the Prez back then. After I had uploaded my video, I proceeded
- to Twitter, and posted it multiple times on Twitter. I can't remember
- exactly, but I also think I commented on a couple of Obamas tweets, with
- a link to my video, signing of with stuff like "Jihad, Allahu Akbar", etc, to
- make sure they'd notice it.
- I can't be sure about this today, since some of the things I did at this
- point in my life was kind of "blury" - Partially due to my recently
- experienced seizure, and partially due to smoking 10 grams of weedevery day, and eating magic mushrooms in Hollywood, while extorting
- the CIA on YouTube - But I think the idea was to have the Secret Service
- kill me at LAX, or something, creating headlines in the process. It took
- them 15 days to arrest me. I am not sure if this was because they
- couldn't find me, or because they actually thought I might succeed (in
- smashing the Kaaba with a sledgehammer), and figured they'd give me a
- chance. Regardless, 14 days afterwards, a Secret Service agent called
- me, and asked if he could meet me the day afterwards. I was euphoric
- and happy, as I told him I'd meet him the day after. The day afterwards, I
- proceeded to meet the guy at Santa Monica Boulevard, only to find
- myself surrounded by apprx. 20 black police cars, the FBI, Secret
- Service, Santa Monica PD, US-Marshalls, and probably a couple of CIA
- officers for all I know. They had closed down most of Santa Monica
- Boulevard for their "guest of honor", and I spent the rest of my stay in
- USA at Adelanto Detention Centre East.
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFvOQVFvXzQAdelanto Detention Center East
- Adelanto Detention centre is a prison for illegal immigrants an hour
- outside of LA. There was roughly 850 prisoners there, and slightly
- exaggerated, you could argue that there was 849 Mexicans, and me. A
- huge number of these Mexicans were gangbangers, some of them
- convicted mass murderers, and most of them to be quite frankly, were
- relatively racist in their convictions - Especially towards "woots", which is
- what they call white men. However, I wanted to be murdered at this point
- in my life, so that was not a problem for me. When I was brought to the
- police station in LA, I raised a couple of eyebrows as I was in my holding
- cell, together with a bunch of Mexicans. However, when you have settled
- in with death, few things scares you. Having violent mass murderers
- blinking at me, trying to make me their "puta", just spiced things up. I
- was 100% completely fearless, and if anything, tried to provoke some of
- these to actually murder me, having figured I was anyways tired of being
- blamed for everything, being everybody's scapegoat, and might just as
- well ease my suffering, by entering the "big dark sleep". Besides, I owed
- God my life and soul, for having saved my son.
- As we came to Adelanto, we were brought through the "checkin"
- process. At this point, they take your picture, fingerprints, looks in your
- asshole for drugs, or something, and give you clothes. As we were given
- clothes, all of a sudden all other prisoners froze, and looked at me as if
- they had seen the Devil. 5 seconds later one of them said to me; "Holy
- shit, are you red man?" Apparently red clothes were only given to the
- most dangerous prisoners up there. One guy who had spent 40 years in
- prison for having killed 9 people, was only using orange. I was given red.
- I fucking loved my clothes man!
- In the beginning, some of the other prisoners tried me out. I especially
- remember one guy who used to blink at me as he was taking a shower,
- and throw kisses at me, whispering to me "You can be my puta woot".
- However, after a while, most of them realised I was a hundred times
- more fruit cake and desperate than all of the others combined, so they
- mostly left me alone, and whispered "you don't mess with Diablo Blanco"
- , when they thought I wasn't listening to them. Diablo Blanco, which isSpanish for "The White Devil", was one of my nicknames up there. I still
- hadn't given entirely up on having some American police officer gun me
- down though. So I proclaimed myself to be a Muslim, tried to sue them
- for not giving me Halal food, and demanded to have the Qu'ran, which I
- walked around with, religiously reading from, pretending to be some sort
- of fruit cake Islamic extremist. I figured this combined with my claim to
- fame, which (of course) was "I want to kill Nigger President Barack
- Obama", would probably make one of the guards kill me, claiming self
- defence at some point. No such luck though ...
- One night, as I was trying to sleep, some of these gangbangers had
- done the math for once, and figured out there was 111 of them, and only
- 1 of me. So roughly 10-12 of them had finally gathered the courage to
- confront me. As I was trying to sleep, they pinched me in my side,
- throwing kisses at me, whispering "my puta" to me. Every time I turned
- around though, they had withdrawn their hands, making it impossible for
- me to figure out who the perpetrator was. After some 3-4 minutes of this,
- going back and forth, I stood up from my bed, raised my voice, and
- shouted out into the room "OK, come on you fucking putas, let's do this!"
- I have never seen 12 violent murderers so desperately trying to hide
- from anything before in my life. A couple of the guys crawled under their
- beds. One guy hid in the toilet, and a couple of guys literally stepped on
- top of each other, as they were running down the stairs, trying to hide
- from my wrath. 1 minute later I was asleep like a baby ...
- After a while, it started dawning upon me, that God would never allow
- me to die by the hands of another man, and that I was practically
- immortal. No matter how hard I tried, I could simply not get anybody to
- murder me. Everybody were more afraid of me than anything else they
- had ever encountered. A man chemically cleansed of fear, with a pure
- death wish, is simply too much for most people - Even though he has
- never actually used violence himself earlier in his (adult) life. The only
- thing I wanted from life, my sole wish, was not to be given to me, in any
- form. I was denied death, and nothing I did could make my peers murder
- me, regardless of how hard I tried to convince them into doing it, and
- regardless of how much I provoked them ...
- A man without fear is simply incomprehensible for the rest of the world. Iwas Geronimo, I didn't even have to dodge bullets, they couldn't strike
- me, even as I yearned for them. I could have stopped nukes in mid air if I
- wanted to! I had been sentenced to life! Life without parole! Eternal life! I
- was immortal!
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbYKlXblmMQThe homecoming
- After a couple of months, I finally gave up, signed the transfer papers,
- and allowed them to send me back home. Normally there are only two
- officers on a plane when you're being sent home in handcuffs from USA.
- For some reasons though, they had decided to double up for me, so I
- had three 6 foot tall Secret Service agents following me all the way home
- to Norway. Every time I had to pee on the flight, one of these guys would
- have to peep at me, to make sure I didn't like assemble a shoe bomb or
- something I think. I was never given as much as two inches of privacy.
- However, they were all very polite, and bought me a nice dinner on the
- flight. It was the first time in three months I had been given anything but
- beans. Yippie, Coca Cola and hamburger Heaven!
- As we landed at Gardermoen/Oslo, a whole bunch of police officers and
- medical examiners stood waiting for me (of course), so I spent a couple
- of more hours in handcuffs, as they brought me to a medical
- examination, to check out my psyche. In Norway though, there is
- something called paragraph 17, which allows the government to forcibly
- submit you to a psychiatric hospital, but only if you are quote "a danger
- to yourself, or others". Since I was neither suicidal, nor wanted to harm
- anybody though, they were forced to letting me go. In fact, I had a long
- and funny talk with my doctor, and he concluded the interview with the
- following words "You are possibly the healthiest man I have ever met in
- my life". I asked him if I could get it in writing, and he laughed and gave
- me a paper. I showed the paper to the police officers waiting outside of
- the doctor's office, as I was putting up a sarcastic grin in their faces.
- Since I technically hadn't broken a single Norwegian law, and at best
- was guilty of having planned something, that according to Norwegian
- laws, would give me a simple ticket (the smashing of the Kaaba, which is
- simply considered "vandalism" in Norway) - They had no other options
- but to let me go. I had for a short while, possibly been the most
- dangerous man who ever lived, and my authorities couldn't charge me
- with jack shit!
- I hitchhiked to Oslo, borrowed 400NOK from a friend for a train ticket,
- bought myself a packet of tobacco, and a train ticket to Holmestrand,and took the train at least 5 times that distance, until I was home ...
- "Honey, I'm home!"
- When I came home, I was yearning to see my children, so I naturally
- sought them out at school. When I met up at the school, the entire
- municipal had more or less been set into martial law, and the principle of
- the school had sent all the kids home early to prepare for me, and I was
- informed that I couldn't see my own flesh. Needless to say, but I flipped
- 11,000 degrees! Obviously!
- I was furious you might say the least. I hadn't seen my kids for a year,
- and the only thing I wanted from my life, was to be a father. To be that
- thing my own father had been denied by the Norwegian government. I
- had grown up without a father myself, so this was a very painful
- experience for me, to realise my children would also grow up without
- their father, because he was denied to see them, simply because he was
- fearless. Later that day I created the following video.
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9hANIDzhJk
- Two days afterwards, I was arrested by Norwegian terror police for
- having made bomb threats, and apparently having scared the living crap
- out of my entire county. Please realise, that these bomb threats were
- supposed to be found in the video above. Feel free to watch it if you like.
- I was sent to 14 days of confinement at Kragerø prison because of the
- above video. And for every minute I spent in that place, I became
- increasingly more angry due to the injustice they had shown me. And
- every day I spent in prison, I was reading in the news about how I
- apparently had threatened to blow up the entire country. My favourite
- quote was at NRK, which is the equivalent of BBC in Norway. They had
- a quote from the above video, which they had translated into Norwegian
- to become roughly; "I will detonate the biggest ammonium nitrate bomb
- in the history of mankind". I think I have seen the above video 50 times
- to be honest with you, and I still cannot understand where they found
- that quote.
- In the video below, they had the entire police force from half of Norway,and they had put two municipals into martial law, to prevent me from
- reaching my destination, with a handful of my friends. There were
- apparently snipers on the roof, and they had put up roadblocks at every
- single entrance to the city. That was a nice day ... :D
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHiERcc06s013 months of terror
- I have no ideas why the Norwegian government chose to go all in on me,
- but apparently they did. For 13 months I was almost constantly being
- harassed by different government organisations, for the most parts my
- local police. At one point, there was about 30 police officers arresting
- me, apparently for having threatened the police. They were literally
- dressed for war, wearing machine guns, gas grenades, riot shields,
- armoured helmets, and bullet proof vests. I was alone, in my room, and
- as always, I had no weapons of course. A man without fear doesn't need
- weapons, he only needs the truth. The truth is a billion times more
- powerful than any weapons humanity have ever invented throughout our
- history.
- The day before though, I admit, I became extremely angry at them, since
- an anonymous lying Judas from England, had contacted them, and told
- them lies about a girlfriend of mine. He told the police that she had
- waved a knife in front of some of his friends. An hour after my girlfriend
- was arrested, in my home, that little fucktard admitted his sins to me in a
- comment. I (of course) completely flipped, and started calling them (the
- police), to try to convince them to let my girlfriend go, since she was
- (obviously) not guilty of what they had arrested her for. They didn't
- believe me (obviously), so my girlfriend had to spend the night at
- "glattcelle" (solitary confinement), because of a lying deceitful Judas
- fucktard had anonymously given them a "tip".
- I swear to God, if I ever get in a jam, and really need help, I'd rather call
- Hells Angels, Cosa Nostra or MS13, before I'll call the Norwegian police!
- Over 13 months, I was arrested about 5 times, I spent about 3-4 weeks
- in prison, and they made sure to inform everyone I knew about how
- "crazy" I was. 5 times they drove me to the psyche ward, trying to
- commit me against my will. Once there were 30 police officers driving me
- to the doctor. They never managed to having me committed. But for
- them this was like a game of chance, and if they just kept at it long
- enough, surely at some point some asshole would commit me. Obviously
- they were embarrassed by the lawsuit against me, which they knew theycouldn't get away from, since they had sent me to 2 weeks of
- confinement, for something that obviously wasn't a crime in anyways.
- In case you don't understand how they managed to do this, realise that
- before I was arrested for my infamous "bomb video", the video no longer
- existed at YouTube. Somebody had flagged the video, and YouTube had
- complied, and taken down the video. At this point the local media could
- tell their righteous news believers what the video's content was, at which
- point they lied through their teeth, and brought the idea of #FakeNews to
- an entirely new high of course. In fact, it took me two years to get that
- video back into my possession, and I actually had to steal it from my
- local police chamber to get it back, even though it was (obviously) my
- property. Anyone who have seen the video, are basically forced to agree
- with, that I was in fact, ipso facto, sentenced to prison, for bomb threats
- made by the Norwegian media. Watch it again if you don't believe me.
- "Welcome to Norway, the best country on the planet!"
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9hANIDzhJkPrison and torture in Norway
- According to the United Nations, Amnesty International, and most other
- human right organisations on the planet, spending more than 16 day
- consecutively in solitary confinement is torture. Of my 6 months in
- prison, I spent roughly 90 days in solitary confinement. The longest
- consecutive period was 6 weeks. After a month, you start talking to the
- walls. When I was in prison in Norway, 2-3 guys committed suicide, out
- of a population of about 150 prisoners. All of them were in solitary
- confinement when the snuffed themselves. After a month of this, I
- started writing a book. When I had finished the book, I ate it, because I
- was afraid of that they'd analyse what I flushed down my toilet, and I
- didn't want them to know the truth.
- Of course the trial against me was a joke. The judge had obviously
- decided upon the sentence, long before my actual trial. Listening to the
- actual evidence, and having my case tried based upon its evidence, was
- never going to happen. Months before the actual trial, I had already been
- sentenced to prison by the local media, who just so happens to be good
- friends for the most parts, with my Nemesis - Yup, the guy who stole my
- first company. And believe it or not, but my Nemesis was the district
- attorney's primary witness in the trial against me for having made bomb
- threats! And guess who had delivered the software system my prison
- was relying on? Hehe, yup! - One of the companies owned by my
- Nemesis! Sometimes I am not even sure if I should laugh or cry. There's
- such a long trail of blood behind this guy, that it's actually amazing to
- think about that he's still walking freely, on the streets, and in fact to a
- large extent hailed by Norwegian politicians, and the government in
- general. This guy is the hero in Norway, while I am the villain. The irony
- ...
- The reason I got my longest period of solitary confinement, was because
- I wrote a letter to the warden. In this letter I told the warden that I'd have
- one of his prison guards fired for having smoked weed. I spent 6 weeks
- in solitary confinement because of that I had the courage to write that
- letter. The warden reported me to the police for having threatened one of
- his employees. One of the prisoners had told me that this guy used tobuy weed from him on the streets, and I was so angry due to the
- injustice having been done to me, that I was looking for any chance I
- could find, to have my revenge on the system. Since this guy was
- basically walking around in uniform, guarding criminals, who often had
- no more criminal record than he had himself, I figured I'd shake the tree,
- and in the process let everybody know who was doing the shaking. I
- went back and forth between solitary confinement, and normal prison like
- some sort of freakin' Jo-Jo ...Revenge
- Ever since the Norwegian police started harassing me in 2012, and since
- the Norwegian court system stole my company in 2009, I've been
- yearning to get even with them. In fact, if I hadn't managed to even the
- score, at least partially, I'd probably go proper insane! A Sufi wise man
- was once asked what is forgiveness. The wise man took a long time
- before he answered ...
- "Forgiveness is the scent of a flower as it is being squeezed to death."
- As I came out of prison, I was badly looking for revenge, anyways I could
- find it, within what I could morally live with myself. During this process, a
- simple fact slowly started dawning upon me. The government doesn't
- exist, and as long as you fight the government, you can never win. It's
- like fighting the monsters under your bed. The monster will always win.
- However, when you realise the truth, which is that there is no
- government (or monster for that matter), you will be armed with what you
- need to conquer it. Fighting the government is like chasing ghosts.
- Realising the truth, is what sets you free.
- These facts are particularly true in countries like Norway, where the
- government is strong. The larger your government is, and the higher the
- taxes are where you live, the more oppressive they are forced to
- becoming. However, regardless of the size of your government, its weak
- spot is always that it is created out of the belief of that it exists, in its
- people's minds and hearts. You break that thing down, and the
- government will vanish as rain dew in front of the sun!
- I don't really care what you believe in. I have Muslim friends, Christian
- friends, UFO friends, and the whole shebang. Some of them are
- assholes, and others not so much. However, the belief in that you (or
- anybody else), has some sort of divine right to push your belief system
- unto me (or anybody else), is the exact same things that ISIS and the Al
- Qaeda are doing. If you wish to believe in the Norwegian government,
- that's perfectly fine with me. For all I care, you might believe in that the
- Universe was created out of fairy dust! However, every single time youtry to coerce somebody into believing in that "your God is better than
- everybody else's God", you are committing a cardinal sin, from which
- there exists no forgiveness from. And the belief in the Norwegian
- government, is nothing but a superstitious belief system, indoctrinated
- unto people's minds, to empower its elite, by stealing from the poor. The
- same way some religious sects coerce their members with that they
- need to give their money to the priests, or risk eternal damnation in hell.
- You're of course free to give your money to whoever you wish, but I am
- done with that.
- I don't pay taxes to the Norwegian government, I do not in any ways
- support it, I don't vote, and I certainly do not live anywhere close the area
- commonly known as "Norway". And even if I did, I still have the divine
- birth right, of refusing to be coerced into a superstitious sect, simply
- because of my place of birth. This is true, regardless of the nature or
- name of the sect. Nobody have the right to coerce you into dancing
- around the golden calf.
- I have done many things to settle the score with the Norwegian
- government. However, the by far sweetest parts of my revenge, is the
- realisation of that my story, serves as poison to the belief in that "you live
- in the best country on the planet." And by simply telling my story, to
- everyone I meet, I am able to slowly break down the idolatry worship,
- which the belief in huge governments, such as the Norwegian
- government in the end really is. In the end, there are few differences
- between Jonestown and Oslo. They're both created around the same
- axioms of propaganda, idolatry, and superstitious beliefs in an external
- Messiah and saviour. And they're both tools of destruction, oppression,
- and theft.
- However, the by far sweetest part of my revenge, is the realisation of
- that if you believe in the Norwegian government as your Messiah, you're
- drowning in taxation, laws, regulations, and God knows what. Just
- remember on the day of reckoning, that you asked for it, and you
- violently protected it, against people like me, armed with nothing but the
- Truth, who wanted nothing except reducing suffering.
- And that is the beauty of it all, because the Norwegian government mightnot exist, but surely you do. Try to remember that, and realise that this is
- written with love, from me to you, who ever you are. The government
- can't protect you, because the government doesn't exist. The
- government has never existed, and never will exist. It was a fiction of
- your mind, imposed unto you, to allow the rich to get richer, by stealing
- from the poor. And even I cannot "fix" that, simply since you believe in
- the ghost, and your beliefs feeds it from within your mind, and makes the
- ghost real for you.
- Paradoxically, this gives me my ultimate revenge. Simply since once I
- realise I was never crucified by the government, I have to admit that I
- was crucified by its people. And the realisation of that its people will
- drown in taxes and debt, while they are being coerced into working
- themselves to death, for a fiction of their mind - Somehow gives me a
- sweet feeling of revenge and justice. Kind of the same way punching that
- bully in the stomach did that day in my childhood. However, you're doing
- the punching, and it's your own stomach that hurts, not mine, not
- anymore.
- Thank you for reading my little book. My little book though, was
- published with a tool I created myself. I hence therefor pass the pen
- onwards to you, such that you can continue where I left. Because the
- story I have told you, is the same story you have read thousands of
- times. And for every generation, it needs to be retold, thousands of
- times, over and over again. If you'd like to have some help from me to
- setup your own publishing website, feel free to contact me at
- thomas@gaiasoul.com. If you buy a license of Phosphorus Five, and
- rent a server yourself, which will cost you €49 initially, and roughly 20-50
- EUROs per month, I can help you setup your own publishing site, such
- that you can write your book, about your story. Because unfortunately,
- this is the story that never ends, and that needs to be retold, at least
- once for every generation.
- My story had a happy ending, and I was saved by a woman who share
- birthday with Mother Earth. And my son hasn't been to the hospital once,
- since that day I sacrificed my soul to Satan, that crucial day, in front of
- my bathroom mirror in 2011, roughly 6 years ago to the day.Was it worth it? I'd sacrifice my soul, well being, and my life, any day of
- the week, for any child - Especially my own. I paid the price of hell, but it
- was definitely worth it. I also met a beautiful woman, who in many ways
- saved me from myself. Because in the end, we are our own worst
- enemies, and nobody can enter your space, unless you allow them to.
- And I am done chasing demons from hell. How am I doing today you
- might ask? I don't know, what do you think ...?
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MML1u7W8hcc
- This book is dedicated to Lisbeth Aardal, a fantastic woman, a
- Homeopath, a caring Mother, and the one who gave name to every
- single software project I created after I met her in 2014.
- Epilogue
- You cannot fight the government, that is impossible. Try to instead
- realise the truth, and the truth is that there is no government, only
- people, names, faces, phone numbers, buildings, and so on - And they
- are all living in a parallel reality, created by the fiction of their minds,
- believing in a false God, created to dominate and control those who don't
- share their belief. Stop fighting your government! It's the equivalent of
- fighting the monster under your beds. It's a fight you can never win. The
- superstitious belief in governments, was simply a fiction of their
- fantasies, created to facilitate for guarding those who steals from you, as
- they steal everything you have. In fact, this entire book could have been
- summed up with four simple words, echoing the teachings from my
- childhood. These four words are ...
- "There is no ball!"
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