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  1. HyperlambIntro
  2. Of all the weird superstitious belief systems I have ever encountered, the
  3. belief in governments seems to be the by far most peculiar superstition.
  4. You can't touch it, you can smell it, you can't point your finger at it, it has
  5. no physical specific location - Still, most people believe that their
  6. government exists. While paradoxically, the ones most eager to waver
  7. this belief, are consistently the ones who prides themselves in having a
  8. "sceptical mind". This of course is by design, which again leads to a lot
  9. of grief.
  10. Joseph Stalin realised almost 100 years ago, probably by chance, that
  11. the human mind is hardwired to holding superstitious beliefs. He also
  12. realised, that if he could somehow make people stop believing in their
  13. existing superstitious beliefs, the mind would suck in, whatever other
  14. belief he could condition them to believe in, by using propaganda. This
  15. allowed him to make people believe in their governments, as their
  16. personal Messiah and saviour, and have the government replace God in
  17. his subjects minds. By creating a punishment/reward system for his
  18. subjects, he was able to make a large portion of his own subjects,
  19. coerce and threaten the rest into believing in "their God" - The
  20. government.
  21. "You're living in the best country on the planet"
  22. The above is a quote from most Norwegian politicians. It is a dogmatic
  23. affirmation, explicitly created to silence and oppress all dissidents. It is
  24. fueled by making sure the Norwegian population mostly see suffering
  25. when they look outside the borders of their own country, and by making
  26. sure nobody see the internal suffering, occurring within their country's
  27. own borders. This happens to be an extremely unpleasent fact, since it
  28. makes sure that "the believers" do everything they can to silence those
  29. who don't believe that their country is the best country on the planet. The
  30. ones who believes in their government as God, ends up chasing all
  31. those who have already experienced suffering by the hands of their
  32. government, creating further suffering, for those who probably deserves
  33. it the least.The above is very similar to what occurs in oppressive regimes such as
  34. North Korea and ISIS, where everyone not willing to blindfolded believe
  35. in what they're told by their leaders, are persecuted and punished for
  36. their lack of belief. In such a way, the media's function is the same as
  37. that of the Mosque's function in fundamentalistic terror regimes, such as
  38. ISIS, Taliban, and Al Qaeda. The conditioning of our minds, are so
  39. strong through means such as education and media, that we are no
  40. longer able to objectively observe the world for what it is, and we end up
  41. being blinded and chasing ghosts instead of being able to tackle the real
  42. problem.
  43. Every now and then of course, some poor human is allowed to express
  44. their suffering. This allows the people to use his or her story as an
  45. excuse and example, to affirm how benevolent the government is, since
  46. it allows people to freely express themselves, using freedom of speech,
  47. to create and facilitate for change. Such stories are often used as
  48. examples when comparing the government with other governments,
  49. creating memes such as "imagine if he had lived in North Korea, where
  50. they have no free speech. That man is very lucky to live in the 'best
  51. country on the planet.'"
  52. This book is an autobiography, written with the intention of telling a story,
  53. completely incompatible with the belief that the Norwegian government is
  54. God. Every chapter will have philosophical points, hopefully allowing you
  55. to subjectively deduct its meaning. However, in the end, it is simply the
  56. story of a man, and his experiences - Nothing more, nothing less. Finally,
  57. I would like to leave you with the conclusion of the book. I assume you
  58. can figure out for yourselves where I have "stolen" it. However, at the
  59. last chapter of this book, there are four words, which arguably proves
  60. that I did not in fact steal the quote, and that it was with me as a tool,
  61. since I was 8-9 years old.
  62. "Do not try to fight your government, that is impossible. Try to instead
  63. realise the truth. The truth is that there is no government."
  64. Thomas Hansen - thomas@gaiasoul.com
  65. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKTprcn-KuIThe murder of my Father
  66. All the best stories starts out with an unsolved murder, mine is no
  67. different. My father was murdered by the Norwegian government 16th of
  68. May 1979. He was 34 years old when he died. When I say murdered, I
  69. don't mean it in the traditional sense. He wasn't shot. Nobody bashed
  70. him to death either - But he died, almost 50 years before his time, due to
  71. the actions of the Norwegian government. Or rather, to be more specific,
  72. the lack of actions from my government. This murder was unsolved for
  73. almost 20 years, which is quite common in oppressive regimes of
  74. course, since they never want to admit their sins, since this breaks down
  75. the belief in the regime.
  76. I almost didn't know my father, he died on my 5th birthday, and at the
  77. time of his death, he had been hospitalised for more than a year. His
  78. death was the most cruel and painful death you can imagine. He
  79. drowned in his own blood. I clearly remember the stories of my father
  80. from when I was a little boy. However, I also remember how my mother
  81. was extremely afraid of radiation and radioactive substances. When I
  82. was about 8-9 years old, I had taken an old fire alarm apart, because I
  83. wanted to look inside of it. I was a little boy, and I was of course curious
  84. about how the world worked, and I had an especially large appetite for
  85. technical problems. So I took an old fire alarm, and I opened it up,
  86. because I wanted to study it from the inside.
  87. When my mom realised what I was doing, and she saw the sticker inside
  88. of it, explaining how it was made out of low radioactive substances, she
  89. became afraid. She took the fire alarm away from me, threw it in the
  90. garbage, and told me to never again play with such things. At the time, I
  91. didn't understand why. In fact, it wasn't before well into my adulthood I
  92. understood why my mother was so afraid of radioactive substances. My
  93. father died of lymphosarcoma, and a man is not supposed to have this
  94. disease, unless he has been exposed to radioactive pollution. When the
  95. doctors realised that my father had lymphosarcoma, they would ask all
  96. sorts of questions about my father's whereabouts, and if he had been
  97. exposed to dangerous and radio active chemicals. Simply put, because
  98. 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.
  99. 20 years later, when I was in my 20s, I read in the newspaper how one
  100. of the largest universities in Norway had unwillingly exposed more than
  101. 50 of their students to dangerous and radioactive chemicals. My father
  102. was studying for several years at this university. Of these 50 students,
  103. apparently none are alive today, and the one who lived the longest,
  104. became about 50-55 years old. Most of them died of some sort of
  105. variation of lymphosarcoma. A big public whitewash was taking place,
  106. and a big hot shot lawyer was filing a class act lawsuit against the
  107. government, demanding retribution for the families of the diseased. I
  108. contacted the lawyer and told him about my father. The lawyer contacted
  109. the hospital where my father had been a patient, and started gathering
  110. records from both the school, and the hospitals where my father was a
  111. patient. A couple of months later, I got a letter from the lawyer, where he
  112. informed me that my father had, quote "attended the wrong course, and
  113. hence it couldn't possibly have been related to the university incident."
  114. Still today, nobody can give me an explanation of how my father got the
  115. disease. If I had made the list of people having lost one of their parents
  116. due to this incident, it would have given me the equivalent of 100,000-
  117. 200,000 dollars. However, for me, it was more a question of having my
  118. government take responsibility for their actions - Which seems to
  119. impossible for me to make them do, for unknown reasons. Pointing my
  120. finger at the Norwegian government, at least for me, and trying to make
  121. others understand that they have sinned - Seems to for some reasons
  122. always end up having everybody point their fingers back at me, claiming
  123. the sin is mine for some reasons.
  124. My mother never lived to understand why my father died (un)fortunately.
  125. When I understood why my father had died, my mother had been dead
  126. for 10 years. Some say that the grief of loosing my father killed her.
  127. Others will say that cigarettes killed her. However, I question if there
  128. really is any difference?
  129. If you want to see my father, you can visit this link, start the player, and
  130. fast forward to 11 minutes and 11 seconds. My father is the guy in the
  131. red t-shirt playing the keyboard. At this recording, he was in excruciating
  132. 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
  133. for me he was my heavenly father as I grew up. The perfect man. The
  134. guy who made me wake up in the morning, telling myself "today I will do
  135. better than I did yesterday." The most important man in my life, the one
  136. who I would do everything for a couple of kind words from, telling me that
  137. I was good enough. However, I never heard him say those words,
  138. because he wasn't there. My father was dead, murdered by a
  139. government, that became obsessed with denying their sins ...The bullies in Skjomen
  140. Skjomen is possibly one of the most beautiful places in Norway. You'll
  141. find majestic mountains there, spectacular fjords, amazing forests, and a
  142. fundamentalistic christian sect there. The latter are obsessed with
  143. explaining everybody else how everybody except from them are living in
  144. sin. This rapidly became a very real problem for me, since apparently I
  145. was non-stop living in sin according to these people. Having a television,
  146. a radio receiver, flowers in our windows, and for that matter wearing a
  147. simple tie - Apparently would bring me straight to hell, and condemn me
  148. to eternal damnation. Of course, since I was destined for hell anyway, all
  149. bets were off, and the children of these people could do whatever they
  150. wanted to me, since I was anyways a sinner, and deserved whatever I
  151. had coming.
  152. When I was 8 years old, my mom bought me a computer. It was an Oric
  153. 1 with 48K of RAM, and I had wanted one for as long as I can remember.
  154. Having no friends, combined with an extreme appetite for technical
  155. problems, made me dive into this computer from any perspective I could
  156. possibly fathom. In the beginning I played games on it. However, after
  157. some few months I was tired of that, and started typing of games from
  158. magazines. Slowly I started realising that I could change a tiny bit here
  159. and there, and such end up with my own creations. Computer
  160. programming rapidly become the obsession of my life. Soon I started
  161. digesting everything I could find of computer programming literature, and
  162. I obviously had a talent for it. And the more I was bullied, the better I
  163. became at computer programming.
  164. One time one of these christian boys spit in my face. I ran after the boy,
  165. got a hold of his jacket, and was able to pull him down to the ground. I
  166. put myself over his chest, and planned to start hitting him, with
  167. everything I had. Before I was even able to land as much as a single
  168. punch, one of the teachers who had seen us, ran after us and grabbed
  169. me by my ear, and violently pulled me off from the other boy. He
  170. dragged me a couple of hundred yards into the principle's office, by my
  171. ears, where I of course got all the blame. I was 9 years old. The fact that
  172. 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
  173. the class according to the official story, and if I asked for help, I was a
  174. coward who couldn't fix my own problems.
  175. The above seems to be the story of my life. Whenever I end up in
  176. trouble, I can't ask for help. If I do, I am a coward, and deserved
  177. whatever came my way. If I stand up for myself, I am a bully apparently.
  178. People around me have always taken advantage of this, and I have
  179. more than once been at the center of bullying, being bullied by 10-20
  180. others. And as I stand up form myself, and whop their butts, which I
  181. always seems to do once I am really cornered - I end up with all the
  182. blame. If you believe in your government, and you are one of those who
  183. expect your government to fix all of your problems, let me create a
  184. simple thought experiment for you.
  185. "Imagine a guy who is hated by the police, and everybody detests him
  186. for some reasons. Who should this guy call if he gets in trouble?
  187. Ghostbusters ...?"
  188. Every time I was in trouble, and tried to call upon the authorities, they
  189. would simply laugh. Probably hoping I'd die, and often facilitating for
  190. further violence against me, instead of doing their job. I was taught this
  191. lesson the first time when I was 8 years old. And I have re-established
  192. that lesson hundreds of times afterwards, to the point where I now
  193. realise that I don't need anybody else to stand up for me, because I can
  194. do a much better job myself. When you're taught that lesson often
  195. enough, you will end up with two options. Allow them to break you, or fix
  196. your own problems. And believe me, I am very good at fixing my own
  197. problems.
  198. Once I punched a guy so hard in his stomach, that he had to be home
  199. from school for a couple of days. He had stolen my ball, and was two
  200. years older than me. Him and his friends started tossing the ball back
  201. and forth between each other, such that I couldn't get to the ball. At
  202. some point I realised I didn't have to go for the ball, and that it was much
  203. more effective to go for the biggest of the boys who were bullying me. So
  204. I punched him in his stomach such that he threw up. His mom had to
  205. come and get him, and he didn't show up at school for two days. Theother boys quickly gave me my ball back.
  206. That was a nice day ...The death of my Mom
  207. When I was 14 years old, my mother died. My mom's death traumatised
  208. me to an extent impossible to comprehend for most others. She had
  209. spent 6 months in bed, at home, severely sedated on morphine in the
  210. end. She had lumps of cancer literally popping out of her body, and was
  211. so sick and sedated, she barely had a waken moment for the last 2-3
  212. months of her life. My mother was the light of my life, and she withered
  213. away in front of my eyes. My relatives told me that she was already
  214. dead, and that an angel had taken over her body, to comfort me, and
  215. allow me to believe that her excruciating pain wasn't real.
  216. When mom realised what was happening in Skjomen, she instantly
  217. decided to pack our things, and move to another place. I had never told
  218. her anything, but once I came home from school with a torn jacket, and I
  219. had to tell her what had happened. She realised the bullies would never
  220. yield, and that I would always end up with the blame, regardless of the
  221. truth. You see, when the authorities are taking the bullies side, it can
  222. never end. Simply since they facilitate for the bullying, regardless of how
  223. much you stand up for yourself. Because the bullies are protected by
  224. those who are supposed to protect the bullied. This creates a vicious
  225. circle, that can never end, unless you're able to physically move from the
  226. once bullying you. We ended up moving to a small village, just outside of
  227. Harstad.
  228. For a couple of years life was wonderful. In this new place I wasn't
  229. bullied at all. In addition, mom allowed me to start taking Tae Kwon Do
  230. lessons, and I became (literally) kick-ass. Nobody bullied me, and my
  231. high functioning autistic condition, didn't seem to matter to any of my
  232. classmates. In fact, they used to refer to me as the "walking lexicon",
  233. with a smile on their faces, in a cute way, which didn't bother me, but
  234. rather felt like an honor.
  235. My mom's death turned my life upside down. At the peak of my trauma,
  236. to further nail me down, the government had in their infinite wisdom
  237. decided to take everything my mom owned, and sell it at an auction to
  238. pay her debt. I had to buy my mom's forks, knives and spoons, becausethe Norwegian government's laws dictated it. After stealing everything
  239. that was mine, the government gave me a tiny monthly allowance, which
  240. basically would have meant starving slowly to death. If it hadn't been for
  241. my old auntie helping me, I would literally have ended up on the street.
  242. Child protection service was nowhere to be seen. However, after having
  243. read about these people later in life, I should probably be eternally
  244. grateful for that they weren't around.
  245. I immediately became "trouble". The trauma was simply too much to
  246. carry, and I had a several "incidents" with both the police, school
  247. teachers, and every single authority figure you can imagine. Besides, I
  248. had already been taught well in Skjomen, that if you want to survive,
  249. there's no point in calling for help. Help yourself or perish was everything
  250. I knew.
  251. My first crime was to hide lots of mom's things in my room a week after
  252. she died. Under the bed, in my closet, everywhere I could fit as much as
  253. a single spoon or fork, I would hide kitchenware, and all sorts of things I
  254. needed to survive on my own. When the police came to steal my mom's
  255. possessions, to cover her debt, I was standing in front of the door to my
  256. room, and refused them access, explaining to them that "these are my
  257. things." I was 14 years old, an orphan, a liar, and I was forced by my
  258. government's laws to become a criminal to simply survive.
  259. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfvplbJnzaoThe story of my Son
  260. This story is not really mine to tell, so bear with me for not telling the
  261. whole story. However, some parts of it is important to understand, for
  262. you to realise how your government is not your friend. I will therefor try to
  263. tell as little of it as I can, while still explain the parts which I feel are
  264. relevant to my story.
  265. My son was born sick. His disease was highly likely due to pollution in
  266. the area where me and his mom lived during her pregnancy. Roughly
  267. every second week, either me or his mom would have to go to the
  268. hospital. Every single time it was life threatening. For 12 years, we spent
  269. half of our lives at the hospital. His first 12 years of life, was one
  270. emergency after another, literally tearing our family to pieces. I cannot
  271. remember a single day during this period, which I could spend in its
  272. entirety, without being afraid of that he would die. His mom couldn't even
  273. talk about him, without starting to cry out of shear death panic attacks.
  274. We both had non-stop panic attacks for 12 years basically.
  275. During this period, we met a lot of great doctors and nurses. However,
  276. most of them held the common (false) belief, that we did not know our
  277. own son's best. It was a constant uphill battle, fighting for the right
  278. antibiotics, fighting for the right procedures, which we knew (by
  279. experience) would work. Doctors have difficulties realising that parents
  280. with a sick child are often better at both diagnosing their own child, and
  281. prescribing the right medication, than they are themselves. When we told
  282. them to start a specific antibiotic treatment, they would second our
  283. opinion, and often override us, and force unto our child, something we
  284. knew would not work. Several times this created life or death situations
  285. for our son.
  286. A friend of us with a child having a similar condition once said "I'd like to
  287. thank the government and doctors for fighting us non-stop, such that we
  288. spend most of our energy fighting them, not having any energy left to let
  289. the panic for our child's life sink in." For being scientists, doctors often
  290. have surprisingly little faith in the scientific process. Obviously we had
  291. observed our son thousands of times, and such had a much betterfoundation to understand how to treat him. Still, their arrogant belief in
  292. that their diplomas on their walls knew better than us, made this into a
  293. double nightmare for us.
  294. "The largest source of problems in this world, are people believing in that
  295. their education, their diplomas, and pre-existing conditioning and
  296. knowledge about some subject, makes them know more than you."
  297. For 100 years my government allowed a corrupt company to throw
  298. dangerous chemicals into our fjords and forests. My son paid the price
  299. for their ignorance. Of course, if you ask the government why my son
  300. was sick, they would simply say "We don't know. These types of
  301. conditions might have a genetic origin, alternatively it might be due to
  302. something mom ate during pregnancy." Which of course makes the
  303. parents struggle with guilt. As if nearly killing my son is not enough,
  304. they're trying to blame it on the parents. To blame the victims, seems to
  305. be a never ending condition for humanity and governments.
  306. Of course, the company that was throwing this poison into our fjords,
  307. created a lot of employment for the people in the region. Which again
  308. resulted in that they could literally get away with anything they wanted to
  309. get away with. When having been taken hostage by terrorists, the
  310. Stockholm syndrome sits firmly in people's minds. It's quite amazing
  311. what you can have a suffering and hungry person give you, if you give
  312. him the scraps from your dinner, that you created with ingredients you
  313. stole from him in the first place.
  314. Still today the official explanation for my son's disease is "It might be
  315. genetic, or something mom ate during pregnancy. We simply don't
  316. know." Most children suffering from this, are born in the same two
  317. regions of Norway, which just so happens to have the largest amount of
  318. pollution, from the same company. But that's probably just coincidences,
  319. right ...?
  320. This company is one of the largest companies in Norway, and the
  321. government holds a huge amount of its shares. Most politicians are more
  322. or less guaranteed a position on its board, after they're done with their
  323. official job. But that's probably just coincidences too, right ...?My first company
  324. In 2005 I started a company with a friend of mine. My friend had a
  325. business idea, which must have been among the top 10 worst business
  326. ideas of all time. We were going to create a software system that allowed
  327. companies that were washing windows to organise their work. Don't look
  328. at me, I swear it wasn't my idea. After trying to sell this crap for a couple
  329. of years, I literally gave up, and spent an entire x-mas creating what was
  330. later to be known as "Gaia Ajax Widgets." The idea for the toolkit was
  331. mine, I came up with a new name for the company, I was the sole
  332. developer, and I basically conducted every single aspect of the business
  333. myself - Including marketing and support. When I left (involuntarily)
  334. autumn 2008, I actually did the math on this. Apprx. 98% of the product
  335. was created by me. Out of 1300 support requests, I had answered 1100.
  336. Me and my blogs were responsible for 99% of the traffic we got, etc, etc,
  337. etc. I had basically done all the work.
  338. After we started gaining some traction for our new product, I headhunted
  339. one of the local "kings", to serve as "adult supervision". Adult supervision
  340. implies that the entrepreneurs themselves are not skilled enough to
  341. "manage" themselves, and that they need somebody with a history of
  342. success, to succeed when bringing an already successful product to
  343. market, and capitalise on it. It's basically the equivalent of telling a thief
  344. robbing you "Please take my money, I will only waste it on fun stuff if it
  345. stays in my pockets anyway." If you believe that you need "adult
  346. supervision," you should literally have your head examined. Adult
  347. supervision is a ridiculous idea, making sure those with lots of money
  348. gets more, and those with nothing but a great idea, ends up with nothing
  349. but the leftovers. If you don't believe me, ask Steve Jobs.
  350. Regardless of the truth though, I literally sat on this guy for 6 months,
  351. calling him several times a week, begging him to become our CEO.
  352. When I created Gaia Ajax Widgets the company was worth
  353. 200,000NOK. 7 months afterwards, it was valued to 12,500,000NOK,
  354. and Microsoft Norway wanted to fly us to Redmond to have a "talk with
  355. Bill." At this point, the guy I had tried to headhunt, probably finally saw
  356. something worth stealing, and accepted my offer to become our "adultsupervision." 12 months after our new CEO and adult supervisor had
  357. started working for us, I was out of the company. 12 months later, and he
  358. owned all my shares, and I owed a million NOK in lawyer bills. The irony
  359. ...
  360. I still don't entirely understand the semantics of how he stole my
  361. company, but I know for sure that when he sued me, he was definitely
  362. depending upon his existing network somehow, to make sure the lawsuit
  363. would conclude with whatever conclusion he wanted to see through.
  364. Between the 23rd of December 2008 and the summer of 2009, I barely
  365. slept. In addition to my son's hospital visits, I had to deal with lawyers,
  366. courts, bills towering up over my head to an extent difficult to imagine -
  367. And we had started fighting over, believe it or not; Jesus!
  368. Back in the autumn of 2007, I had told him that I wanted to use the
  369. company to create world peace, end injustice, and feed the hungry
  370. people of the world. He, believe it or not, told me the following "That is
  371. blasphemy, since that's not supposed to happen before Jesus is reborn
  372. again." Of course, today he'll probably deny that this was what
  373. happened, but facts are that these were the things that ended up in the
  374. most raging arguments between us. However, I am positively certain of
  375. that he has a completely different recollection of how things occurred.
  376. The mind of a neuro typical, seems to be extremely well adapted at
  377. remembering only the parts which doesn't create cognitive dissonance
  378. once confronted with the paradox of itself.
  379. In the lawsuit he dragged me through, I proved every single point in my
  380. case, beyond any doubts what so ever. He proved himself a liar, multiple
  381. times, by among other things delivering three different sales results, with
  382. 300% difference, over the same period. Still he won, and I was forced to
  383. giving away all of my remaining shares in the company to him.
  384. The court systems of Norway is the most blatantly corrupt system I have
  385. ever seen in my life. The very idea of that a Norwegian court will ever
  386. grant you justice, is literally delusional, and the equivalent of believing in
  387. Santa Claus. Even in an immigration court in US (a later story), I felt I
  388. was given more justice than I was given in Norway. The guy who stole
  389. my company, had spent 20 years as a top level executive at thecompany who had polluted our fjords, becoming responsible for my son's
  390. disease ...
  391. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXaGT3vU2FUMoving to San Francisco
  392. In 2009 I started making plans to move. Or run to be more specific. I had
  393. absolutely no belief in Norway anymore, due to the lawsuit I had been
  394. dragged through. Me and my wife back then, sold everything we owned,
  395. and moved to North California. Our future home was to become Sonoma
  396. county, north of the Golden Gate. I had been given an E2 visa in the
  397. USA, and we took the first plane we could. For a while life was pretty
  398. amazing, and I was making a lot of money. I worked as a consultant for a
  399. Norwegian company, and I was having Tiger on my tank. I virtually lived
  400. like a king for a while, and everything was cool.
  401. After about a year though, my nemesis, yup, that asshole I had
  402. headhunted, couldn't quite give up on me. The 23rd of December 2008,
  403. he had told me that he would, quote "destroy the rest of my life."
  404. However, I didn't think he'd be able to pull it off. Boy was I wrong ...
  405. It started going south early in 2011, as he stole one of my key
  406. employees. In fact, Mr. K. was my only employee, and I had brought him
  407. with me, into a very lucrative job for another company, which of course
  408. my Nemesis was best friends with. All of a sudden Mr. K. was starting to
  409. more and more leave me hanging, and he started growing anger towards
  410. me. Apparently he felt I wasn't paying him enough, even though I was
  411. paying him 32 times the normal salary of a guy living in his region of the
  412. world. In addition, I had basically sponsored Mr. K. for a whole year,
  413. where I wasn't able to earn as much as a dime on him. I still kept him on
  414. board, and gave him small tasks, and allowed him to enjoy as much
  415. freedom as I could. At one point, I even used my credit card to send Mr.
  416. K. an additional 25,000NOK, to pay for his father's heart surgery. His
  417. father was dying, and I paid with my credit card, to save his father's life.
  418. Less than a year later, Mr. K. back stabbed me, because of lies told by
  419. my Nemesis.
  420. After Mr. K. left me, it would only take a month or two before I was
  421. thrown out of my only job at the time. Mr. K. had been offered a job for
  422. the guys I was consulting with, and my only employer didn't need my
  423. 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
  424. thing. Especially considering that Mr. K. was now working for my old
  425. company, the same one that had been stolen from me a couple of years
  426. earlier. Mr. K. had taken my job, and given it to my Nemesis, for a raise
  427. of 20% to his own income. One year earlier, I had saved Mr. K's father's
  428. life.
  429. Life slowly declined, and I had no real prospects of any future ahead of
  430. me. I started "comforting" myself with alcohol and weed, as I slowly
  431. started sinking to the bottom. Believe me, you have no idea how deep
  432. the hole is. But that's OK, I will show you how deep the hole is, I will
  433. show you.
  434. When you start falling, you expect it to be only temporary, and that at
  435. some point you'll find solid ground beneath you. Well, believe me, the
  436. hole can be very deep once you truly start slippin' ...
  437. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcpyjHOvQnMThe breakdown
  438. I was living with my wife in Santa Rosa. We'd recently moved from our
  439. "palace" up in Glen Ellen, since we no longer could afford it. I had no
  440. income, and our resources had started drying out. In addition I was
  441. smoking pot and drinking alcohol as if it was water and food, attempting
  442. to escape the feeling of that I had no future. Just when I thought things
  443. couldn't get worse, I got a letter from my son's mom.
  444. My son's mother wrote me, and told me that my son was dying. The
  445. doctors had given up on him, and I had to come back to Norway, and
  446. start arranging for my son's funeral and death. At one time, his mother
  447. had to drive him to the hospital to revive him. She was going to wake him
  448. up, and send him of to school. However, my son wouldn't wake up, and
  449. they had to rush him to the hospital to revive him.
  450. A man can only take so much, and I reached my tipping point that day.
  451. This was in autumn of 2011, and I wanted to crawl out of my own skin,
  452. bury myself, close my eyes, and just let it all be over with. My entire life
  453. was a failure, and I had failed at the most fundamental thing that exists
  454. for a man; Fatherhood. Slowly my desperation and tears started making
  455. room for anger, an emotion that I had suppressed most of my life, and I
  456. went down to the bathroom. To make things worse, we had been thrown
  457. out of our apartment some few weeks earlier, since it had a dangerous
  458. crack in one of its walls, and we were living with a young couple
  459. temporarily, while our apartment was being fixed.
  460. As I stood in front of the mirror in my neighbours bathroom, I cursed
  461. God, and said; "If this is your idea of justice God, I don't want to have
  462. anything to do with you. I hereby sacrifice my soul and life to Satan."
  463. The same second I had uttered these words, I experienced the weirdest
  464. neurological condition a human being can have; A temporal lobe
  465. seizure.
  466. A temporal lobe seizure is an epileptic storm in your mind. However,
  467. you're still awake, and you have all your motor functions intact. It is often
  468. 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
  469. million times stronger than anything you can possibly induce unto your
  470. mind using psilocybin or LSD, and it's an extremely rare condition.
  471. People have done research on this, and been able to pinpoint the
  472. symptoms unto most of our Prophets from God in previous times, and it
  473. is believed to be the defining condition responsible for transcendental
  474. experiences, such as those described by Prophet Muhammed, Buddha
  475. and Jesus. Imagine the universe having a new asshole ripped wide
  476. open, and the almighty creator comes through the heavens, touches
  477. your fore head, and says; "I accept your sacrifice."
  478. Needless to say, but I went completely bananas. Merely thinking about it
  479. today, gives me the shivers and goosebumps. Imagine having your brain
  480. do blue screen, guru meditation, CPU meltdown, and a hard drive failure
  481. - All at the same time! And you're still awake, able to move, coordinate
  482. your hands, and probably worse; Speak!
  483. I was literally a walking, talking, complete fruit cake, with a calling from
  484. God, to help others realise the Truth! Hallelujah, I was a Prophet from
  485. God, Prophet Antichrist the first! And I had a divine purpose and calling,
  486. which was to enlighten all those around me, to see God, and become
  487. believers in the one true God.
  488. Hallelujah, the Antichrist was alive, he was good, and I was him ...
  489. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ySslgXITkkHallelujah, the Antichrist lives
  490. Immediately after my seizure, everything evaporated. My entire
  491. existence could be measured in grains of sand. Nothing I used to believe
  492. in held any value for me anymore, and I was basically inside of the rabbit
  493. hole 24/7! For some odd reasons, I was 100% confident in that my
  494. sacrifice would save my son. It was as if I had a voice at the back of my
  495. head telling me to just fall, and that Mother Earth would somehow catch
  496. me.
  497. I had been given a mission from God, to convert all non-believers, by
  498. sacrificing my soul, and my life, to Satan. I realised God had saved my
  499. son from dying, due to my sacrifice, and I felt obliged into paying my debt
  500. to God. So I started planning a murder; The murder of myself. I had
  501. nothing to live for, and I was looking forward to my own death, yearning
  502. for it, praying for it! Giving praise to God for having allowed me to carry
  503. the sins of the world, as the Antichrist, Satan in the flesh, the one who all
  504. sins belonged to!
  505. It was all my fault! I started pronouncing myself as the second coming of
  506. Hitler, I accepted responsibility for Anders Behring Breivik, I proclaimed
  507. that I was the to blame for world war II, and I took responsibility for all the
  508. sins of the world. And I did a pretty convincing job, having an intellect, far
  509. superior to most others. So there was no reasons to doubt me either. All
  510. sin belonged to me, the Antichrist! And everybody else just had to hang
  511. on for 7 years, before Jesus would descend from the Heavens, and turn
  512. the earth into Paradise. Yippie, I started Armageddon, the 23rd of
  513. December 2011, as I proclaimed myself to be the Antichrist on YouTube,
  514. in front of the whole world.
  515. "Now if I only could get somebody to murder me, that guy would be
  516. Jesus, and everybody else would be safe and sound, right ...?"
  517. There was no way I'd commit suicide, I knew that was a sin. So I started
  518. making plans to have others murder me, preferably in such a way, that I
  519. could write Armageddon into the history books. The plan was to
  520. convince everybody else of that they are living in Paradise. Every singleday I would create dozens of YouTube videos, preaching about
  521. everything from the meaning of hair and foreskin, to the architecture of
  522. God's mind. Over the next 2 years, I would create more than 4,000
  523. YouTube videos, most of them pure madness in nature. The most
  524. important task I had though, was to sacrifice my soul, and life, such that I
  525. would get "the most bang for my bucks."
  526. I withdrew from society, and moved out in the forest. For a couple of
  527. months, I was living just outside of Santa Rosa golf court, using leaves to
  528. tuck me in at night, most of the time without any food or water, as I had
  529. close and personal discussions with God. Over the next 6 months, I'd
  530. loose half of my weight, and wander dozens of miles, often at night,
  531. while creating my divine YouTube videos, preaching to the world about
  532. the importance of foreskin. After a while, I realised the best way to have
  533. myself murdered, was by pretending to be a Muslim, and going to
  534. Mecca, and simply smash the Kaaba with a sledgehammer. I was pretty
  535. confident in that if I just managed to get my ass down there, smashed
  536. the Kaaba, naked, in front of a couple of millions of Muslims, as I was
  537. shouting into the crowd "I believe in many Gods, I am the Dajjal, Prophet
  538. Muhammed was a faggot", and so on - They'd probably kill me. And
  539. since I owed God a soul and a life, for having saved my son, I was more
  540. than ready to accomplish my mission.
  541. Early 2012, I got 12,500 dollars for a job I had done earlier. Of course, I
  542. went straight into a Harley Davidson shop, and spent most of it on a
  543. white Harley Davidson. The fact that I didn't have a place to live didn't
  544. matter, since I was anyways simply gonna ride my Harley for a while,
  545. finish up my preaching, before I took a one way flight to Jeddah, to have
  546. a couple of million Muslims (literally) tear me a apart. And since the
  547. Antichrist was supposed to be having a white horse according to the
  548. Bible, I figured a white Harley Davidson is the closest I could come. This
  549. would create a pretty convincing story about how I had been the
  550. Antichrist I figured, and realised they'd probably write Armageddon into
  551. history books, post morten, and everybody would live in Paradise, and
  552. see my sacrifice as the most beautiful thing that had ever happened in
  553. the history of man.
  554. 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
  555. wanting to do good things in my first company. Now, if I was the
  556. Antichrist, and I was dead, according to the chronology of the Bible,
  557. purely logically Jesus would have to be alive, right? I could literally
  558. smack two flies, with one sledgehammer.
  559. "I had a plan!"
  560. The 29th of February 2012, I had spent my last $795 on a one way ticket
  561. to Jeddah. I was on my way to Heaven, Hallelujah! As I was about to
  562. checkin at LAX, Los Angeles Airport, an Afro-American woman told me
  563. my passport was not valid. A friend of mine had washed my jeans,
  564. during the time I was sleeping out in the forest, and accidentally also
  565. washed my passport. Apparently, a passport that is a little bit rugged on
  566. the edges, is not valid, even though you can clearly see all the important
  567. information. So I was refused to checkin. Whether or not she could see
  568. that I was a complete fruit cake or not, I still don't know to this day.
  569. However, I have my suspicions ...
  570. I utterly flipped, and went completely bananas. That black woman had
  571. stolen my flight to Paradise, literally, and I was freakin' furious! I went
  572. outside of the airport, and flipped 11,000 degrees, as I started cursing on
  573. YouTube about how the Secret Service didn't have balls enough to do
  574. what I was destined to do, and that they should immediately have Air
  575. Force one land at LAX, to pick me up, and fly me down to Jeddah, such
  576. that I could show them how a pair of balls looks like! When I was done
  577. filming, I uploaded the vide to YouTube, and to make sure I would make
  578. contact with the Secret Service, I named my video "I want to kill Nigger
  579. President Barack Obama." Now this was in 2012 mind you, and Obama
  580. was still the Prez back then. After I had uploaded my video, I proceeded
  581. to Twitter, and posted it multiple times on Twitter. I can't remember
  582. exactly, but I also think I commented on a couple of Obamas tweets, with
  583. a link to my video, signing of with stuff like "Jihad, Allahu Akbar", etc, to
  584. make sure they'd notice it.
  585. I can't be sure about this today, since some of the things I did at this
  586. point in my life was kind of "blury" - Partially due to my recently
  587. experienced seizure, and partially due to smoking 10 grams of weedevery day, and eating magic mushrooms in Hollywood, while extorting
  588. the CIA on YouTube - But I think the idea was to have the Secret Service
  589. kill me at LAX, or something, creating headlines in the process. It took
  590. them 15 days to arrest me. I am not sure if this was because they
  591. couldn't find me, or because they actually thought I might succeed (in
  592. smashing the Kaaba with a sledgehammer), and figured they'd give me a
  593. chance. Regardless, 14 days afterwards, a Secret Service agent called
  594. me, and asked if he could meet me the day afterwards. I was euphoric
  595. and happy, as I told him I'd meet him the day after. The day afterwards, I
  596. proceeded to meet the guy at Santa Monica Boulevard, only to find
  597. myself surrounded by apprx. 20 black police cars, the FBI, Secret
  598. Service, Santa Monica PD, US-Marshalls, and probably a couple of CIA
  599. officers for all I know. They had closed down most of Santa Monica
  600. Boulevard for their "guest of honor", and I spent the rest of my stay in
  601. USA at Adelanto Detention Centre East.
  602. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFvOQVFvXzQAdelanto Detention Center East
  603. Adelanto Detention centre is a prison for illegal immigrants an hour
  604. outside of LA. There was roughly 850 prisoners there, and slightly
  605. exaggerated, you could argue that there was 849 Mexicans, and me. A
  606. huge number of these Mexicans were gangbangers, some of them
  607. convicted mass murderers, and most of them to be quite frankly, were
  608. relatively racist in their convictions - Especially towards "woots", which is
  609. what they call white men. However, I wanted to be murdered at this point
  610. in my life, so that was not a problem for me. When I was brought to the
  611. police station in LA, I raised a couple of eyebrows as I was in my holding
  612. cell, together with a bunch of Mexicans. However, when you have settled
  613. in with death, few things scares you. Having violent mass murderers
  614. blinking at me, trying to make me their "puta", just spiced things up. I
  615. was 100% completely fearless, and if anything, tried to provoke some of
  616. these to actually murder me, having figured I was anyways tired of being
  617. blamed for everything, being everybody's scapegoat, and might just as
  618. well ease my suffering, by entering the "big dark sleep". Besides, I owed
  619. God my life and soul, for having saved my son.
  620. As we came to Adelanto, we were brought through the "checkin"
  621. process. At this point, they take your picture, fingerprints, looks in your
  622. asshole for drugs, or something, and give you clothes. As we were given
  623. clothes, all of a sudden all other prisoners froze, and looked at me as if
  624. they had seen the Devil. 5 seconds later one of them said to me; "Holy
  625. shit, are you red man?" Apparently red clothes were only given to the
  626. most dangerous prisoners up there. One guy who had spent 40 years in
  627. prison for having killed 9 people, was only using orange. I was given red.
  628. I fucking loved my clothes man!
  629. In the beginning, some of the other prisoners tried me out. I especially
  630. remember one guy who used to blink at me as he was taking a shower,
  631. and throw kisses at me, whispering to me "You can be my puta woot".
  632. However, after a while, most of them realised I was a hundred times
  633. more fruit cake and desperate than all of the others combined, so they
  634. mostly left me alone, and whispered "you don't mess with Diablo Blanco"
  635. , 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
  636. hadn't given entirely up on having some American police officer gun me
  637. down though. So I proclaimed myself to be a Muslim, tried to sue them
  638. for not giving me Halal food, and demanded to have the Qu'ran, which I
  639. walked around with, religiously reading from, pretending to be some sort
  640. of fruit cake Islamic extremist. I figured this combined with my claim to
  641. fame, which (of course) was "I want to kill Nigger President Barack
  642. Obama", would probably make one of the guards kill me, claiming self
  643. defence at some point. No such luck though ...
  644. One night, as I was trying to sleep, some of these gangbangers had
  645. done the math for once, and figured out there was 111 of them, and only
  646. 1 of me. So roughly 10-12 of them had finally gathered the courage to
  647. confront me. As I was trying to sleep, they pinched me in my side,
  648. throwing kisses at me, whispering "my puta" to me. Every time I turned
  649. around though, they had withdrawn their hands, making it impossible for
  650. me to figure out who the perpetrator was. After some 3-4 minutes of this,
  651. going back and forth, I stood up from my bed, raised my voice, and
  652. shouted out into the room "OK, come on you fucking putas, let's do this!"
  653. I have never seen 12 violent murderers so desperately trying to hide
  654. from anything before in my life. A couple of the guys crawled under their
  655. beds. One guy hid in the toilet, and a couple of guys literally stepped on
  656. top of each other, as they were running down the stairs, trying to hide
  657. from my wrath. 1 minute later I was asleep like a baby ...
  658. After a while, it started dawning upon me, that God would never allow
  659. me to die by the hands of another man, and that I was practically
  660. immortal. No matter how hard I tried, I could simply not get anybody to
  661. murder me. Everybody were more afraid of me than anything else they
  662. had ever encountered. A man chemically cleansed of fear, with a pure
  663. death wish, is simply too much for most people - Even though he has
  664. never actually used violence himself earlier in his (adult) life. The only
  665. thing I wanted from life, my sole wish, was not to be given to me, in any
  666. form. I was denied death, and nothing I did could make my peers murder
  667. me, regardless of how hard I tried to convince them into doing it, and
  668. regardless of how much I provoked them ...
  669. 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
  670. me, even as I yearned for them. I could have stopped nukes in mid air if I
  671. wanted to! I had been sentenced to life! Life without parole! Eternal life! I
  672. was immortal!
  673. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbYKlXblmMQThe homecoming
  674. After a couple of months, I finally gave up, signed the transfer papers,
  675. and allowed them to send me back home. Normally there are only two
  676. officers on a plane when you're being sent home in handcuffs from USA.
  677. For some reasons though, they had decided to double up for me, so I
  678. had three 6 foot tall Secret Service agents following me all the way home
  679. to Norway. Every time I had to pee on the flight, one of these guys would
  680. have to peep at me, to make sure I didn't like assemble a shoe bomb or
  681. something I think. I was never given as much as two inches of privacy.
  682. However, they were all very polite, and bought me a nice dinner on the
  683. flight. It was the first time in three months I had been given anything but
  684. beans. Yippie, Coca Cola and hamburger Heaven!
  685. As we landed at Gardermoen/Oslo, a whole bunch of police officers and
  686. medical examiners stood waiting for me (of course), so I spent a couple
  687. of more hours in handcuffs, as they brought me to a medical
  688. examination, to check out my psyche. In Norway though, there is
  689. something called paragraph 17, which allows the government to forcibly
  690. submit you to a psychiatric hospital, but only if you are quote "a danger
  691. to yourself, or others". Since I was neither suicidal, nor wanted to harm
  692. anybody though, they were forced to letting me go. In fact, I had a long
  693. and funny talk with my doctor, and he concluded the interview with the
  694. following words "You are possibly the healthiest man I have ever met in
  695. my life". I asked him if I could get it in writing, and he laughed and gave
  696. me a paper. I showed the paper to the police officers waiting outside of
  697. the doctor's office, as I was putting up a sarcastic grin in their faces.
  698. Since I technically hadn't broken a single Norwegian law, and at best
  699. was guilty of having planned something, that according to Norwegian
  700. laws, would give me a simple ticket (the smashing of the Kaaba, which is
  701. simply considered "vandalism" in Norway) - They had no other options
  702. but to let me go. I had for a short while, possibly been the most
  703. dangerous man who ever lived, and my authorities couldn't charge me
  704. with jack shit!
  705. I hitchhiked to Oslo, borrowed 400NOK from a friend for a train ticket,
  706. 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 ...
  707. "Honey, I'm home!"
  708. When I came home, I was yearning to see my children, so I naturally
  709. sought them out at school. When I met up at the school, the entire
  710. municipal had more or less been set into martial law, and the principle of
  711. the school had sent all the kids home early to prepare for me, and I was
  712. informed that I couldn't see my own flesh. Needless to say, but I flipped
  713. 11,000 degrees! Obviously!
  714. I was furious you might say the least. I hadn't seen my kids for a year,
  715. and the only thing I wanted from my life, was to be a father. To be that
  716. thing my own father had been denied by the Norwegian government. I
  717. had grown up without a father myself, so this was a very painful
  718. experience for me, to realise my children would also grow up without
  719. their father, because he was denied to see them, simply because he was
  720. fearless. Later that day I created the following video.
  721. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9hANIDzhJk
  722. Two days afterwards, I was arrested by Norwegian terror police for
  723. having made bomb threats, and apparently having scared the living crap
  724. out of my entire county. Please realise, that these bomb threats were
  725. supposed to be found in the video above. Feel free to watch it if you like.
  726. I was sent to 14 days of confinement at Kragerø prison because of the
  727. above video. And for every minute I spent in that place, I became
  728. increasingly more angry due to the injustice they had shown me. And
  729. every day I spent in prison, I was reading in the news about how I
  730. apparently had threatened to blow up the entire country. My favourite
  731. quote was at NRK, which is the equivalent of BBC in Norway. They had
  732. a quote from the above video, which they had translated into Norwegian
  733. to become roughly; "I will detonate the biggest ammonium nitrate bomb
  734. in the history of mankind". I think I have seen the above video 50 times
  735. to be honest with you, and I still cannot understand where they found
  736. that quote.
  737. 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
  738. reaching my destination, with a handful of my friends. There were
  739. apparently snipers on the roof, and they had put up roadblocks at every
  740. single entrance to the city. That was a nice day ... :D
  741. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHiERcc06s013 months of terror
  742. I have no ideas why the Norwegian government chose to go all in on me,
  743. but apparently they did. For 13 months I was almost constantly being
  744. harassed by different government organisations, for the most parts my
  745. local police. At one point, there was about 30 police officers arresting
  746. me, apparently for having threatened the police. They were literally
  747. dressed for war, wearing machine guns, gas grenades, riot shields,
  748. armoured helmets, and bullet proof vests. I was alone, in my room, and
  749. as always, I had no weapons of course. A man without fear doesn't need
  750. weapons, he only needs the truth. The truth is a billion times more
  751. powerful than any weapons humanity have ever invented throughout our
  752. history.
  753. The day before though, I admit, I became extremely angry at them, since
  754. an anonymous lying Judas from England, had contacted them, and told
  755. them lies about a girlfriend of mine. He told the police that she had
  756. waved a knife in front of some of his friends. An hour after my girlfriend
  757. was arrested, in my home, that little fucktard admitted his sins to me in a
  758. comment. I (of course) completely flipped, and started calling them (the
  759. police), to try to convince them to let my girlfriend go, since she was
  760. (obviously) not guilty of what they had arrested her for. They didn't
  761. believe me (obviously), so my girlfriend had to spend the night at
  762. "glattcelle" (solitary confinement), because of a lying deceitful Judas
  763. fucktard had anonymously given them a "tip".
  764. I swear to God, if I ever get in a jam, and really need help, I'd rather call
  765. Hells Angels, Cosa Nostra or MS13, before I'll call the Norwegian police!
  766. Over 13 months, I was arrested about 5 times, I spent about 3-4 weeks
  767. in prison, and they made sure to inform everyone I knew about how
  768. "crazy" I was. 5 times they drove me to the psyche ward, trying to
  769. commit me against my will. Once there were 30 police officers driving me
  770. to the doctor. They never managed to having me committed. But for
  771. them this was like a game of chance, and if they just kept at it long
  772. enough, surely at some point some asshole would commit me. Obviously
  773. 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
  774. confinement, for something that obviously wasn't a crime in anyways.
  775. In case you don't understand how they managed to do this, realise that
  776. before I was arrested for my infamous "bomb video", the video no longer
  777. existed at YouTube. Somebody had flagged the video, and YouTube had
  778. complied, and taken down the video. At this point the local media could
  779. tell their righteous news believers what the video's content was, at which
  780. point they lied through their teeth, and brought the idea of #FakeNews to
  781. an entirely new high of course. In fact, it took me two years to get that
  782. video back into my possession, and I actually had to steal it from my
  783. local police chamber to get it back, even though it was (obviously) my
  784. property. Anyone who have seen the video, are basically forced to agree
  785. with, that I was in fact, ipso facto, sentenced to prison, for bomb threats
  786. made by the Norwegian media. Watch it again if you don't believe me.
  787. "Welcome to Norway, the best country on the planet!"
  788. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9hANIDzhJkPrison and torture in Norway
  789. According to the United Nations, Amnesty International, and most other
  790. human right organisations on the planet, spending more than 16 day
  791. consecutively in solitary confinement is torture. Of my 6 months in
  792. prison, I spent roughly 90 days in solitary confinement. The longest
  793. consecutive period was 6 weeks. After a month, you start talking to the
  794. walls. When I was in prison in Norway, 2-3 guys committed suicide, out
  795. of a population of about 150 prisoners. All of them were in solitary
  796. confinement when the snuffed themselves. After a month of this, I
  797. started writing a book. When I had finished the book, I ate it, because I
  798. was afraid of that they'd analyse what I flushed down my toilet, and I
  799. didn't want them to know the truth.
  800. Of course the trial against me was a joke. The judge had obviously
  801. decided upon the sentence, long before my actual trial. Listening to the
  802. actual evidence, and having my case tried based upon its evidence, was
  803. never going to happen. Months before the actual trial, I had already been
  804. sentenced to prison by the local media, who just so happens to be good
  805. friends for the most parts, with my Nemesis - Yup, the guy who stole my
  806. first company. And believe it or not, but my Nemesis was the district
  807. attorney's primary witness in the trial against me for having made bomb
  808. threats! And guess who had delivered the software system my prison
  809. was relying on? Hehe, yup! - One of the companies owned by my
  810. Nemesis! Sometimes I am not even sure if I should laugh or cry. There's
  811. such a long trail of blood behind this guy, that it's actually amazing to
  812. think about that he's still walking freely, on the streets, and in fact to a
  813. large extent hailed by Norwegian politicians, and the government in
  814. general. This guy is the hero in Norway, while I am the villain. The irony
  815. ...
  816. The reason I got my longest period of solitary confinement, was because
  817. I wrote a letter to the warden. In this letter I told the warden that I'd have
  818. one of his prison guards fired for having smoked weed. I spent 6 weeks
  819. in solitary confinement because of that I had the courage to write that
  820. letter. The warden reported me to the police for having threatened one of
  821. 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
  822. injustice having been done to me, that I was looking for any chance I
  823. could find, to have my revenge on the system. Since this guy was
  824. basically walking around in uniform, guarding criminals, who often had
  825. no more criminal record than he had himself, I figured I'd shake the tree,
  826. and in the process let everybody know who was doing the shaking. I
  827. went back and forth between solitary confinement, and normal prison like
  828. some sort of freakin' Jo-Jo ...Revenge
  829. Ever since the Norwegian police started harassing me in 2012, and since
  830. the Norwegian court system stole my company in 2009, I've been
  831. yearning to get even with them. In fact, if I hadn't managed to even the
  832. score, at least partially, I'd probably go proper insane! A Sufi wise man
  833. was once asked what is forgiveness. The wise man took a long time
  834. before he answered ...
  835. "Forgiveness is the scent of a flower as it is being squeezed to death."
  836. As I came out of prison, I was badly looking for revenge, anyways I could
  837. find it, within what I could morally live with myself. During this process, a
  838. simple fact slowly started dawning upon me. The government doesn't
  839. exist, and as long as you fight the government, you can never win. It's
  840. like fighting the monsters under your bed. The monster will always win.
  841. However, when you realise the truth, which is that there is no
  842. government (or monster for that matter), you will be armed with what you
  843. need to conquer it. Fighting the government is like chasing ghosts.
  844. Realising the truth, is what sets you free.
  845. These facts are particularly true in countries like Norway, where the
  846. government is strong. The larger your government is, and the higher the
  847. taxes are where you live, the more oppressive they are forced to
  848. becoming. However, regardless of the size of your government, its weak
  849. spot is always that it is created out of the belief of that it exists, in its
  850. people's minds and hearts. You break that thing down, and the
  851. government will vanish as rain dew in front of the sun!
  852. I don't really care what you believe in. I have Muslim friends, Christian
  853. friends, UFO friends, and the whole shebang. Some of them are
  854. assholes, and others not so much. However, the belief in that you (or
  855. anybody else), has some sort of divine right to push your belief system
  856. unto me (or anybody else), is the exact same things that ISIS and the Al
  857. Qaeda are doing. If you wish to believe in the Norwegian government,
  858. that's perfectly fine with me. For all I care, you might believe in that the
  859. Universe was created out of fairy dust! However, every single time youtry to coerce somebody into believing in that "your God is better than
  860. everybody else's God", you are committing a cardinal sin, from which
  861. there exists no forgiveness from. And the belief in the Norwegian
  862. government, is nothing but a superstitious belief system, indoctrinated
  863. unto people's minds, to empower its elite, by stealing from the poor. The
  864. same way some religious sects coerce their members with that they
  865. need to give their money to the priests, or risk eternal damnation in hell.
  866. You're of course free to give your money to whoever you wish, but I am
  867. done with that.
  868. I don't pay taxes to the Norwegian government, I do not in any ways
  869. support it, I don't vote, and I certainly do not live anywhere close the area
  870. commonly known as "Norway". And even if I did, I still have the divine
  871. birth right, of refusing to be coerced into a superstitious sect, simply
  872. because of my place of birth. This is true, regardless of the nature or
  873. name of the sect. Nobody have the right to coerce you into dancing
  874. around the golden calf.
  875. I have done many things to settle the score with the Norwegian
  876. government. However, the by far sweetest parts of my revenge, is the
  877. realisation of that my story, serves as poison to the belief in that "you live
  878. in the best country on the planet." And by simply telling my story, to
  879. everyone I meet, I am able to slowly break down the idolatry worship,
  880. which the belief in huge governments, such as the Norwegian
  881. government in the end really is. In the end, there are few differences
  882. between Jonestown and Oslo. They're both created around the same
  883. axioms of propaganda, idolatry, and superstitious beliefs in an external
  884. Messiah and saviour. And they're both tools of destruction, oppression,
  885. and theft.
  886. However, the by far sweetest part of my revenge, is the realisation of
  887. that if you believe in the Norwegian government as your Messiah, you're
  888. drowning in taxation, laws, regulations, and God knows what. Just
  889. remember on the day of reckoning, that you asked for it, and you
  890. violently protected it, against people like me, armed with nothing but the
  891. Truth, who wanted nothing except reducing suffering.
  892. 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
  893. written with love, from me to you, who ever you are. The government
  894. can't protect you, because the government doesn't exist. The
  895. government has never existed, and never will exist. It was a fiction of
  896. your mind, imposed unto you, to allow the rich to get richer, by stealing
  897. from the poor. And even I cannot "fix" that, simply since you believe in
  898. the ghost, and your beliefs feeds it from within your mind, and makes the
  899. ghost real for you.
  900. Paradoxically, this gives me my ultimate revenge. Simply since once I
  901. realise I was never crucified by the government, I have to admit that I
  902. was crucified by its people. And the realisation of that its people will
  903. drown in taxes and debt, while they are being coerced into working
  904. themselves to death, for a fiction of their mind - Somehow gives me a
  905. sweet feeling of revenge and justice. Kind of the same way punching that
  906. bully in the stomach did that day in my childhood. However, you're doing
  907. the punching, and it's your own stomach that hurts, not mine, not
  908. anymore.
  909. Thank you for reading my little book. My little book though, was
  910. published with a tool I created myself. I hence therefor pass the pen
  911. onwards to you, such that you can continue where I left. Because the
  912. story I have told you, is the same story you have read thousands of
  913. times. And for every generation, it needs to be retold, thousands of
  914. times, over and over again. If you'd like to have some help from me to
  915. setup your own publishing website, feel free to contact me at
  916. thomas@gaiasoul.com. If you buy a license of Phosphorus Five, and
  917. rent a server yourself, which will cost you €49 initially, and roughly 20-50
  918. EUROs per month, I can help you setup your own publishing site, such
  919. that you can write your book, about your story. Because unfortunately,
  920. this is the story that never ends, and that needs to be retold, at least
  921. once for every generation.
  922. My story had a happy ending, and I was saved by a woman who share
  923. birthday with Mother Earth. And my son hasn't been to the hospital once,
  924. since that day I sacrificed my soul to Satan, that crucial day, in front of
  925. 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
  926. the week, for any child - Especially my own. I paid the price of hell, but it
  927. was definitely worth it. I also met a beautiful woman, who in many ways
  928. saved me from myself. Because in the end, we are our own worst
  929. enemies, and nobody can enter your space, unless you allow them to.
  930. And I am done chasing demons from hell. How am I doing today you
  931. might ask? I don't know, what do you think ...?
  932. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MML1u7W8hcc
  933. This book is dedicated to Lisbeth Aardal, a fantastic woman, a
  934. Homeopath, a caring Mother, and the one who gave name to every
  935. single software project I created after I met her in 2014.
  936. Epilogue
  937. You cannot fight the government, that is impossible. Try to instead
  938. realise the truth, and the truth is that there is no government, only
  939. people, names, faces, phone numbers, buildings, and so on - And they
  940. are all living in a parallel reality, created by the fiction of their minds,
  941. believing in a false God, created to dominate and control those who don't
  942. share their belief. Stop fighting your government! It's the equivalent of
  943. fighting the monster under your beds. It's a fight you can never win. The
  944. superstitious belief in governments, was simply a fiction of their
  945. fantasies, created to facilitate for guarding those who steals from you, as
  946. they steal everything you have. In fact, this entire book could have been
  947. summed up with four simple words, echoing the teachings from my
  948. childhood. These four words are ...
  949. "There is no ball!"
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