My son, oh that you could recognize me. How far away into other people’s lives have these schemes carried us from each other. Instead they have recruited even you to reinforce the narrative against me. Even you that have placed in the work of diminishing and corrupting our united path.
False ones have used stolen powers to abuse a possible future, just to come back into our time and keep us apart. The many groups and their plans have been organized to disqualify and offend my claim. In confusion they bind me, and in sarcasm they mock my every move.
Into our past they have attempted to run with the Golden Age we dreamed for our home land. They have tried to drain our brilliance to fuel the opulence of another place and other people. In an obscure corner of the world that have tricked even our family to resist groups that might help us. They have enjoyed the folly of stealing from us.
Meanwhile these tyrants of stolen gifts and corrupted powers have take my twin and planned to carve her up to further fire their own hedonistic self-righteousness. A circus of lies is their expression, and upon these illusions they blame me for their advantage and their excess.
Rather than seek truth, justice or balance, they have come in with distractions, half truths and threats to further hide their works and the plans that they have for us. How we need an ally at these times. How we need a fruitful path through these events. Your father is weakened by these events, in weariness I am ashamed that they can occur in our home land.
My power they erode with absurd tasks and unfair distractions. Between many concerns and possibilities they divide my peace and scheme to siphon away my chance to make a difference at all. As they copy our pattern, the tribes and groups condone and applaud them for the mockery they make of what might have been.
Loaded questions they ask, with no ulterior motive they assure me. And JW.org is set up for the benefit of people from many languages and cultures to easily navigate and access. Even if we are confused by their efforts or depressed by their efforts, it can be a resource for many.
Sometimes even the voice of my inner monologue sounds like it has an Indian accent, that’s normal right? My son?
Between allies they sow discord. In impressive words that enjoy the confusion that they leave upon our lives as a victory. In blasphemy they alienate is from our peers and weaken us from forming a true force within our direction. By blasphemy, they project their deeds upon us and hide what they keep from us.
Into the distance they went in my name, and yet I wasn’t there. Now that they see me here, they don’t want to admit what they have done. They are reluctant to share what they have claimed with my energy and they are spiteful to see changes despite creating against my preference.
They claim it only good to enjoy killing, and they don’t want to see a true re-balancing. The damage applied to our homeland they are unwilling to take for themselves. The effort is desperate to create a story twisted around to confuse the issue. They want to paint another story and keep all that they have enjoyed without us.
They want the animals to lose faith in me. They want the living to see me as a hypocrite and they have worked and succeeded to destroy my awareness of this at time. Will humans triumph under a substitute God? Will they wage war then against the animals if they were to request respect also? They seem aghast to admit their gluttony and face the souls they prefer to dominate.
Has any human prayer reached heaven? Many believe so, and some are not sure it is possible. Yet if even the desperate please of one innocent heart has reach another level of being, might also the animals cries eventually be heard?
In their own hearts, how desperate are they to have a savior? How many generations will see their children taken from them, to be farmed into destruction, and as being dismissed as even feeling pain? Will they ever see a natural life away from the entitles reach of these ones that ignore suffering?
The nation of our families have been arranged to confuse and block our path ahead. By careful planning and manipulation some seemed to know the timing where the chances would arrive. How they have prepared to scuttle the chances for communion and change.
The ones that wish for justice and a better tomorrow, seemed to calculate it on a sea of animal suffering. On an ocean of animal prayers, they hope that I will not speak for them and will be easily dismissed and ignored.
I have been raised to eat meat. I have at times been surrounded by gluttons who relished in overeating and normalized no limit on their menu. This is how desperate these substitutes are, even the animals they have feared from a distance. With their stolen power they have reach into our past to set up this level of effort. Some will serve us a dish with meat removed, only to smuggle in meat. The narrative is desperate and symptomatic of the daily effort.
In their scriptures eating meat is made to seem righteous. Just like Abel shepherd and Cain was a cultivator of the ground. Jehovah liked Abel’s offering and ignored Cain’s. So it is said Cain was hot with anger and killed his brother. In Genesis 4:6, Jehovah said to Cain: “Why are you so angry and dejected? If you turn to doing good, will you not be restored to favor? But if you do not turn to doing good, sin is crouching at the door, and it is craving to dominate you, but will you get the mastery over it?”
Cain was banished as a result. He was said to have less success cultivating the land and to become a wanderer and fugitive upon it. Still he had a wife, and she bore him a son. That boy’s name was Enoch. Enoch was the one so upright that God took him into heaven early and spared him death. Surely, might have Cain been a decent father?
So it is in the scriptures, the first born is the sacrifice. So it is that the scriptures are read differently in light of the tampering and meddling that has occurred through time. We now read scriptures seeming engineered to excuse the efforts to divide us. In the condemnation of calling another traitor and in the book of Malachi, we see in black and white a customized adjustment burned onto the cycle by preference and legal opportunism.
They are desperate to deny from us the new cycle. They wish to claim the technology of our own hand that we have gifted in good spirit. They hope to prompt from us either an abandoning of our place or a reason to judge us harshly.
We are twisted, abused and tricked by the very system that we have made to benefit the world and the progress we should make into a good path. By manipulators we are targeted to take their guilt on and set up as sacrificial souls so they can keep going in the same way they have always done. They hold onto a power that is not theirs and they use the stolen technology of our work to apply authority over us in they eyes of others.
How far does life go to find a way? Through the peaks and then up through the base again, some have worked to reflect these problems to us. Who has eyes or courage to admit what they can see if they try? The animals have tried to even save us. In a deeper expanse, these souls remember us and have tried to resist the thieves. Now they want to turn them against us, in a maladjusted abuse of the story and by overlooking the corrupt abuse of power applied to us, they have tried to break the faith of our friends.
As we carry on seeking a way for them, the world celebrates comfortably almost totally uncaring of their suffering and effort. As we see obesity rise and diseases caused by gluttony, and as entire species disappear from the surface of the Earth.
The evil in the family is hard to describe, for on some level we are one. The word evil is dismissed by many as being emotional and subjective. Only the primitive and ignorant would use such a word, the scientific might say. Yet the evil in the family is so bad, few would have a mind to conceptualize it. The badness in the world is overlooked, and the connections between events are dismissed as being normal. The attention of the group is diverted and divided to who is really working against us and for any of us to truly take stock of how any of this could occur.
The cultivation of events in our day to produce a certain future scenario, has caused these ones to select a sacrifice to fuel their convenience. The many reasons and excuses that are used to justify these actions have caused a complicated situation for all to navigate. The great archon sits blind to his true origin, and at great expense to all a few have attacked this to ensure their deeds are never questioned.
My son, through this other power the divide has been engineered for us. Into the secret depths of Australia the advantage of another people has been built. By the sickness of our time, the suicides, the aborted babies, and the dark magic of cults, have taken for granted the seed of life that we have carried for the world. Another version of heaven they have assumed to make, the new heaven they have tried to pour out into a time we can never reach.
Through my life, normal on the surface millions have streamed back past me to gloat in their allegiance with a false leader. The light of the sun they hoped to take with them, and the very future of time they wished to corrupt to suit the position of a thief.
Into the set present they hoped to channel our souls, back through the many lives that they arranged to hinder us and cause us suffering. Through frustration and insult the line of travel has been constructed from the conscious light to form an eternal source of fuel for their own benefit.
Between distant India and china, one enemy sits atop a timeless luxury. By dividing west from Africa, they seek to profit from endless ignorance and struggle. This is not divine or loving, it is their machinery of greed and perversion of anything divine. Designed to take the most from us without suspicion or detection, they plan to hold a scriptural basis for authority while still living on the profit of division and pain.
Malachi 3:8: “Will a mere human rob God? But you are robbing me.”
No, the tragedy of the aborted new cycle is the unfortunate consequence of Buddha finding birth in Australia. An almighty trap set by a counterfeit heaven, through a calculation of energy and symbol the manipulation of family has been arranged to benefit one unworthy of this role.
AS they have worked to crush our chance at building a real paradise for the human family, in smugness that have enjoyed introducing confusion that can hide and mask their actions. On the ruins of our plans they long to stand, and they have recruited billions to their view by use of the technology stolen by invalid methods.
I am you father, come home son. If we can understand the situation together, perhaps many of these efforts can be put to rest. It seems another family has enjoyed this exercise of ruining our connection with the future. Another land, without the love needed to manage these things wisely, has developed the means to do this to us. Who will believe it before the chance escapes us?
The bluster and rage of the false ones are understandable, however in understanding my life here may solve many of the mysteries that keep this conflict going. May the picture become clear again. Beware any who come back to help, many traps are set about us. In naming these things, they are also ready for any interference to their plans.
Through various layers of potential outcome and by the spectrum of a foreign light, some have moved to ensure we always remain at odds. In the suicides, abortions, and animal sacrifices they hoped to keep taking from us. In the law abiding life, filled with absurd sickness, distraction, and waste, that have twisted their law against the bulk of our families.
Into violence and hatred that have sought to move us. In provoking us that have hoped to enrage us to further justify their effort to dismiss us and block justice for their theft from us. They hope that by the shame of their abuse, we might never have the courage to speak on these things for ourselves.
You won’t recognize me. Under their influences and technology I have been through times of change where the path has been flipped and trod upon intentionally. By trauma, misinformation, drudgery, and despair, I have been through the pit of dishonor. It would be unfair for you to know me. By my efforts, even the very words I have been trained to speak and the writings of my own hand, at times I have been completed manipulated.
Come home, son. You must bring support, you must prepare for the traps set to bind you and all of us. I hope you have a means to see them and work around them. I hope our angels and God are as powerful as they claim, for the plan laid here has been considered and applied for a very long time. You must avoid falling into the snared laid for us. Their craftiness is formidable, and not bound by conscience or honor like we know. The true evil is quick to deceive, and behind many illusions they smile.
In a humble setting I am kept. Under threat of tranquilizers and detention I write. As those around me enjoy seeing me exhausted efforts to keep the cycle alive, they sap me and distract me with their threats. They hope to dominate the scene and twist the narrative. I keep striving for the benefit of the cycle to come, and all the lives that are counting on us to provide peace and joy to them. By misdirection and filter of the view they try to extract from me a certain story that they can spin in their favor. They seek to crush the human families of heaven, and delight in engineering a false claim as few would believe such a possibility could occur.
Tristan of Alberton 