The broken line love letters

“The main thing is to have a soul that loves the truth and harbours it where he finds it. And another thing: truth requires constant repetition, because error is being preached about us all the time, and not only by isolated individuals but by the masses. In the newspapers and encyclopedias, in schools and universities, everywhere error rides high and basks in the consciousness of having the majority on its side.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, (1749-1832)

“Everybody’s different.”

Sometimes a person connects the wrong dots, looking for a pattern based on perception, and error can occur. Usually it’s due to experience, or limited information at hand to base clear discernment upon. The letters don’t always line up.

When a person is repeatedly ignored and isolated, and they believe that they observe the parties they respect and reach out to continuing to ignore their existence act erratically, and contrary to their professed purpose, conclusions might be drawn which are erroneous.

This happens with communication, especially the withholding of it, the ultimate control. And lack of communication, or withdrawal of it can lead to the observer’s eventual questioning the pattern they are trying to interpret.

The reflexive organism model, the observer shaping the observed, no ideal copy.

This can become especially problematic if the pattern changes, i.e., if the voice changes, or the very person speaking from the ‘platform’ seems to be a different person that the individal one was looking at and trying to learn from. Who’s driving then? Who’s talking? Whose words? It’s gets confusing, and this is a time-critical mission.

This may all be due to both social media as the beast it is, and past trauma which tarnishes interactive abilities and trust, etc. Relationships. We are to here to be authentic, and sometimes we look for the level of engagement we ourselves give, and it fails to be returned.

When a person speaks they should speak from the heart, and in this time we are in, as we are being encouraged to disclose, disclose, give names, shake the skeletons from the coffins, light the dust, we are even more vulnerable as targets, and even more easily miscontrued. What can seem ‘impolite’ may really be what needs to be said to crack through into the rsonance field of the other, who the elocutor thinks is distancing themselves in a way that is in contradiction to their professed identity.

We are all looking for reality here in this hall of mirrors.

If I, in my process of getting out of this distortion field, send a displacement ripple which impacts another’s in interference, I am sorry. It’s not my intent. We all are looking to be recognized, seen, heard: not erased.

I thank each of you , eternally independent of reciprocity. I overshare, that’s a fact. My life was torture . I’m cut from the herd now. MK Ultra. I’m trying to save humanity just as you are. We were all heinously stolen from and decieved. I’ll do my best to remember that I must rejoice in being a targeted individual, the proof of identity to negate the reCAPTCHA. Even as I am unacknowledged, ignored, attacked. Especially because of that. Everyone has been tortured, everyone is walking here with bruised wings. I’m learning, I make mistakes. I love you, I’m sorry, please fore-give me.

My soul honors your soul and that is ALL.



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