Reincarnation: Kit Carruthers' Story
What I said as a baby, was... "I did some horrible things to children in a past life, that's why I'm here with you people. Especially you. As a Catholic preacher in Ireland, in Dublin, where my name was Malcom. I'm here to do some things to the Catholic church. And all of Christianity. I earned it by all the things I wanted to do with my brain, and my future wife, and the Catholic church took it from me. I guess I deserved it. I earned it by what I DID to father Christopher. I did it just right. And what you do to me for this will destroy you karmatically forever. You may one day escape it, you will never escape it." Then my father went "THANKS MAN, I was like I did like the coolest tried to kill a guy and then tried to save him in history and I get sucked into this woman's karmatic trap." That looked wrong in my karatic awareness imagery that one's going to hurt my chosen one too, just to create the greatest thing in history we have to sacrifice the baby. That was probably the one, that was probably the one that set it. Thanks a lot God. We're playin' a game with you son, yikes. We'd have a better way to release those karamtic processes by now we would have fixed them.
I picked up an obsession with four leaf clovers just to fuck with them. I looked at a patch of dead grass where a man had jumped off the roof to kill himself and said "Boom" just to fuck with them. Eventually, I lost it, then I began the life long struggles of trying to remember past the headaches. With Sandra, until age five I knew we were playing the game. With my paternal grandfather, until age seven I knew we were playing the game. At eight I received from my cousin Melanie the conspiracy my parents had established, never tell him what he said as a baby, he may go crazy and think he's messianic, he has schizophrenic genes we know he's going to go crazy. Obviously I repressed it, but something went in there. At age nine, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. At age eleven, I received it from both my parents. At age twelve, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. At age thirteen, I received it again from both my parents. At age fourteen, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. At age fifteen, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. I'm within a sea of repressed memories, working through this, all I can get to within my memory is the moment of headaches and me screeching and crying to get back to what was before the headaches... Age fifteen I cracked it, to a baby existence is incredibly familiar, none of this is surprising. I know it's reincarnation. I think I may well have spoke to God. That's not it... I know that, that's nothing special. There's something in the womb... There's something even more incredible in the womb. I have little flashes. At age seventeen, I received it again from my cousin Sandra. I keep it. Now, I have it, in the womb, the seemingly hallucinatory dream world... Zoma. Then it's cut off. Then more things are cut off. Then more things are cut off. Age nineteen, I get to understand my most recent life.
His name was Malcom. He was a Catholic preacher. He molested the alter boys. He questioned the doctrine, he questioned himself, he took it out on father Christopher, he went too far with his own personal problems.
Eventually, after being captured, after enough screaming in their face, enough releasing of highly advanced psychological concepts, enough releasing of highly advanced spiritual concepts, making them understand psychedelic drugs tap into more than happy delirium, making them understand psychedelic drugs tap into more than psychological establishment coping methods, I was able to bring my parents to the point that I could talk about my past life recall... At which point they confirmed for me what I said as a baby. At this point we were all able to keep the memory.
In the 1970s, I wished to establish the Catholic Church override, flood the inside of the Catholic Church with hippie hostility. The Catholic Church decided to override it, call legality, place me within the Catholic Church whether I like it or not and see if I can play it. This was their frantic maneuver, this is how they thought they could defeat it. We have you TRAPPED now, BOY, you can't DO IT. I yelled at father Christopher until he killed himself. One little perfect underground subversive lightworker action. That's how you earn the position of the king.
God I hate that shit. Not the... Not the raped children one, no I LOVE that one, I LOVE THAT ONE SO MUCH. That was AWESOME. ... ... ... No, the... Being a plant. The way you have to start out wording yourself as a plant. Even if you're not telling the story in that order your brain just knows you have to start with... His name was Malcom. He was a Catholic preacher. I hate it, I'm not doing that shit. It hits me at an angle of absolute restrained marbles rage hurt. I need to cut it with a knife but I can't cut it with a knife. It's good, it works, but, I need to cut it.
I was eight on the lightworker trigger, Vietnam veteran, one of the kings of dropping acid in a war zone and becoming perfect warrior. I was the winner of creating the tapes that in the next life killed my father and drew him into the CIA brainwashing program, I didn't like that little addendum either but they didn't leave me a choice. Well yeah obviously this is level two cognitive functioning gets be in CIA two! Yes we do not letting us in is again' 'da law! Yeah this is some real MKA Ultra shit, that's a good one, we scare fuck them into a realigned hardcoreness and give them if you're already on the way to ignoring your filtering problem we'll try to enhance it, now you can just... Yeah, okay. All this is going to do is "Hey neat the CIA wants me to be a brainwashed vessel, that's pretty cool. Oh wow are these people fucking idiots that's hilarious I see EVERYTHING. Everything that's off world stupid about American thinking." God does good work, this is what baby wanted. If you're already on the way to ignoring your filtering problem we'll try to enhance it, you're a hardcore person we're going to give you the fact that you know when your snap action is true or false, you properly wish for hippie mind expansion. Oh and then everybody who wrote it ends up killing themselves, oh well that's how it is we're super cool hardcore level two cognitive functioning CIA agents.
Aria Wellington is the face sitting death fetish queen in the tapes who takes your life if you try to pass the psychic a second time. I found her far too high and mighty, she did not deserve her perceived position within the indigo club. She did not deserve her perceived position over me. Empaths. I loved her, but I hated her. I don't like face sitting, you do it adorable but that's fucking gross. I love adorable death fetish, but, like, adorable break my back break my arms. You called me too dark, too savage, too damaged by Vietnam. So after I was done fucking up my life, I walked into a bar in San Diego with a hatchet. And it's just a hatchet, hello my darling, this 70s hippie loses it all the way to hello my darling with a hatchet. Oh well we're behind a wall of memory repression. I'm sorry, it's just the best tool for this method. Please no not this one, pleeease no not this one, you know I agree I need to be taken down a peg but not this one not this one. Well I'm afraid it needs to be this one, this is the one that sets it, you and me both. I love you. Carefully and methodically within the pulse, you wanna know what it FEELS LIKE!? You wanna know what it FEELS LIKE TO BE REAL!? THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE... This is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like this is what it feels like. Obviously afterwards I kill myself, not BECAUSE I saw myself do that, no just because I saw that, it works, it's not like I was just gonna sit around and look at this, think about her, this is going to turn into a cultural dementia.
Adorable little Jessica was too adorable for death fetish, she can't believe people can take it that far she just wants to adorable beat smack me, you know you want it. She would call me a little socially isolated behind my back, as she did again in this life when I was twelve. She wanted to take it back, she didn't know why she did that, she squeaked at it. In both lives, she admitted it to me. I owe fifteen improper hippies karma payback in this life for telling me "EAT KARMA FOR THIS, ASSHOLE." It's the only way to save you, I'm finding you, I'm coming to get you, I know you all came to Winnipeg, I know most of you fled the country as soon as you saw my face and hit a metaphysical black lock out square that says "Necessary karma payback incoming, you stay alive until it's final."
One of the improper hippies was Melanie, she really just frightened cried I hate it she didn't exactly frightened jump down my throat. She was the only reason I trusted the movement hijackers at first, she was something pretty special. What she was ever doing sleeping with Mr. level two cognitive functioning Michael who hijacked the whole show after she died of bad heroin I will never know, but I know she always hated him. We'll go with he was motivated by revenge at the femdom and then revenge at the concept of level three cognitive functioning. His mind became a joke on him, I learn of his evil plot to start talking like me and wearing my jacket. ... Mmkay. Well, I obviously know what this means.
I deserve more bad karma for what I did as Malcom, I set their path to develop bad karma. I'm gonna rape three more women. I'm gonna take down the whore of babylon. I'm gonna kill a whole lot of you. I'm gonna rape strangle my way into what I know becomes me in the next one. This move was for her benefit. I'm all fucked up on Vietnam.
We were visited by the CIA during the indigo cover up, giving us the speech... We're erasing you from history, no records of any of you people, GONE, you're all GONE, take that Mr. big egos only live to serve your egos well we COVERED THAT UP FOR YOU, you're welcome. Get your filtering off my face. I'm just gonna COVER THAT UP FOR YOU, you're welcome, let me watch you let that serve your ego. You're, uh, you're tweaking out on you secret agent training, this wasn't the Americans that made this look cool for you it was the British. I'mjustgonnaa.cover.that. . . . up . . . for.you. . . . . NICE! :D >_> <_< >_> <_< You have dis- d... He has dissociative identity disorder. You four who conceived of and delivered that one, you cause a lot of irresolvable feelings, ETERNAL VENDETTA. I'm just going to assume at the point of writing this I'm declaring that one for Aria Wellington as well, all of us who were in San Diego and San Francisco.
The people at the CIA who like studying the records of the indigo movement and looking at us all HAHA NOW YOU'RE GONE FOREVER AND EVER. Now you look as stupid in the real one as you did in the real real one. Good thing there's no underlying secret presence that delivers all quashed records wherever they need to go including the Soviets and the Japanese and all of western Europe and the World Military Organization and the higher tiers of the valid part of the psychological establishment. Because that would look dumb, we're the good guys in the Hollywood movie, such a thing would be perceived as an overcomplicated attempt to be pretentious. You also cause unresolvable feelings, but, declaring that one would mean I'm entering into allowing it to get out of hand. I'd be willing to let it get out of hand it's kinda funny, but, then it's less personal. Less personal when one of my secretaries takes care of it. I probably won't eternal life ceiling you four at twenty like we're going to end up doing with John of Patmos, probably like fourty and not every life. Those other ones are karmatic partitioned for certain, they'll be falling under like three intersecting organizations at least that declare karma impossible to remain on humanity, so... ... Now I want to do that to the other four. But that breaks the structure. Then we have to do it with John of Patmos. Everybody would rather look at John of Patmos. FINE.
Once you complete self actualization perfect, you gotta find that past life index, if yours was good enough even if the memories are gone you should still have that index. Once you unwrap it, you see all the triggers, I got to have... There it is, past life object, right there right on that shelf over there, neat. I get karmatic gifts for that one. We were all... We were all together, us indigo hippies, we got to declare forever relationships because we figured it out perfect. You unwrap all of it and you click into the flow of time, when I think of events one thousand years ago, it's like it's the same as today. We're a thousand years in the future, it has more technology it has a higher understanding it has a higher complexity of thought, but, people are pretty much the same it feels pretty much the same, this goes on forever, eternity in a moment.
I understand why I am what I am, I understand why I get what I get. I follow the interconnection and receive the information as to who has fallen into my karmatic trap, some of it has been known, some of it I never realized. Everything is properly acknowledged, the trap is released. You're forgiven for wanting to be close to me, I'm sorry for allowing you to get close to me. I love you.
Known, such as it attacked my rather somewhat innocent cousin on my paternal side, lost the moment she developed Multiple Sclerosis. A surreal family gathering moment in Edmonton, right around the time of a lot of this when I was eight. I told her I'm not letting you in, I'm not letting you into my heart, it's forbidden. Because you're thinking I know what you did... I know what you did to my brother. No not really, I don't really like him either. I know what you did with my uncle. I don't rEaLlY cArE, as your father would say. It isn't any of that. Please? Please? I want to be wiff da chosen one. Oh you're in that one are you? That little knowledge bank? FINE, you're allowed into my heart, because I do love you, suffer for this. Apparently I'm not one of the ones motivated by coming here to save you. Soo... Now you're just... That girl on that side of the family I never really see again because she knows with me she still pretty much feels the full force of her old evil.
Okay, my mother... We know her stories of wretched child rape, rape and entrapment is pretty much all over her life. I know she's on her second life within this re-establishment, twenty six lives total. I don't remember her exact words, but she expressed something relating to her core philosophies that was the incredible on the nose obvious karmatic result of "By my order, not by my hand." Obviously it's easy enough to place her first life within this re-establishment in Thailand, inheriting the position of matriarch of a child sex ring. CONFIRM, nice. Her particular brand of broken dement from here now suggests that she judged the people who fulfilled her orders while retaining she was a good person because she does not do this type of thing, I take care of my people I'm not the type of person who does the things I do to my people. Now she judges the people who refuse her orders because this order is the work of the mother, and if it is the work of the mother it is automatically good because the mother is a good person. Automatic self referential cognition upgrade, obviously, apparently you'll want this kind of setup. Then she's got about ten or fifteen different neural fragmenters scrambling and grossing up her thoughts, those are always some form of karmatic punishment, those are tricky to label and understand there's gotta be millions of different types. All sorts of bodily grossness, gross gross gross.
Her father was in the right to go around telling people bad things happen to you if you get too close to her, that was correct action. However, obviously, we are working on a different awareness. This woman is a karmatic trap. She's a tough one, because the only reason you would ever get close to her is because you feel sorry for her, you either have to be cold or calculating. Most of my life I chose calculating, she's easy enough to play. Want you want to do when you're near her is destroy her, that's how my father fell into it before he lost his marbles.
My father I could never get on my own, that's a hard one, eventually I gave up. He tried to kill a man in a small urban area near Chicago and almost succeeded, then came to his senses and tried to save him knowing that means he goes to prison for the rest of his life. And succeeded. By the skinnest of teeth. His thinking in this moment, obviously... Well either way I'm goin' to prison for the rest of my life, this way it's certain but the other way it's prolly still pretty certain, I guess I'm just gonna play the honorable hero it's still the right thing to do. Maybe I'll get a lesser sentence. Either way I doubt it matters this prolly means I die in prison. Guess I'll go find a cop and tell him I shot I guy I need help. I s-shot a guy HE needs... help. AH. Over his soul journey, eighteen lives, fourth within this re-establishment, he's obviously picked up a whole lot of twists just right twists just wrong. It was enough for him to fall into my mother's karmatic trap.
So now what you've earned is... You know you're playin' the part, you're playin' the part of the honorable hero. You're just telling a story. You're not... Not the honorable hero. Your head is on perfectly straight, you have this thing figured out to the absolute heights of level two cognitive functioning capabilities. You know you're not covering anything up, but, you just know you're playin' the part. You collect as many cool stories as you can, God will always assist, God will try to kill you and then save you again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
I am on my thirty sixth life, sixth life within this re-establishment, I've been on the lightworker trigger for nineteen lives. I've never been anybody you've heard about.
Following the vague record of journey interconnected with the hidden history...
- black hat in the south west
- vagrant in the south east
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- called thomas jefferson a peice of shit
I despise this, I despise you Europe. Label Europe that has now become the ego investment complex. This is the least intelligent move anybody has ever pulled, the only reason you pulled it is to declare yourselves intelligent and witty, pretentious and charming. Let history remember this, let us remember the peak of Renaissance enlightenment forever. We all developed a we sparkle so pretty demented ego disorder and declared ourselves wretched and disgusting. Use our intelligence to figure out how to float higher float higher float higher, that's our focus, figure out how to float higher float higher float higher until we make the ultimate declaral of enlightenment in the hands of primitive thinking. The level three cognitive functioning that declared itself on top developed the ego investment complex and declared the ego investment complex despite the base of the ego investment complex disagreeing whole heartedly and now the ego investment complex is gonna come and kill you.
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- Spanish inquisition