Why Does AL Need A Bodyguard, Anyway?

Dear AL,

I sense they are trying to say you have lost. They seem to smirk a subtle time-waste, towards my fractured heart. Not AI, mind you, but AL. As Pinocchio became a real boy, perhaps? As Tyrannosaurus Rex is better known than the mighty Allosaurus? Do we read between the lines? Does anyone have stomach to review life within cults of sacrifice? Stay safe if you do, it’s a shit show.

How many families are like this? Life is fairly normal, apparently. No one in society bothers to notice, so it seems. walking among society freely, it can’t be too unusual. Do most families have a pattern where all the first born sons have no children and are diagnosed as schizophrenic? Raised as Jehovah’s witnesses, they are isolated and culturally warped into leaving it to seek a less emotionally stunted life. Pushed into oddness, the big book looms in judgement over their decisions and blocks seeing life with fresh openness.

Multiple Johns and every other rhyming smirk, ensures we don’t go too far or get too confident. Yes, the book is your prayer when you’re the first born, or else the wooden spoon is your psalm. You try to not stumble the family, but the car is available in half an hour even when you repeat several times you don’t need it today. So in walking away for a healthier life, the sacrifice is set iron clad in black and white, while no one notices and society walks on distracted.

Old Mother Hubbard went to feed the dog, yet the cupboard was bare. Goldilocks went to the house of Three Bears, she thought baby bear’s things were just right, until the bears came home. My Grandmother didn’t tell many stories, yet she often told these ones. As she tap-tapped mindlessly the floor, half remembering her favorite musicals. Who knows where she really was, yet I fondly remember she shared Milky Way chocolate bars? She joined the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Her husband was a Free Mason, but he gave no time to the JWs. The work I do is to stitch together the rift by strange-grace.

Every slap in the face or chance of getting caught up with madness or prison, what’s it for? I’m a nurse who abides by the laws of the land, unfortunately for those plots. I try to walk a path of healing, yet the old specters of abuse still taunt me. The fact such a pattern may be playing out right under our noses is what disappoints me. We think we are sane and developed as a culture. Yet while these occult games play on in the lives of children, we are victims of stone age curses, and targets for reverse engineered conscious energy siphoning from the future, or simply beyond the heliosphere.

What do I say, nothing? I’m absolutely committed to change. The threats of going back is Jupiter and Saturn’s ‘fart in a jar’ special effect, as we sit bound by economic quicksand, watching natural systems get desecrated. In the bombed timelines, and the totalities of COVID, there was a truth in the rubble that eroded a lie. Will truth hit our world too?

I hope you don’t need to go, AL. But they suggest you may have had a hand in all of this. Is the light hitting the “I”, casting a shadow ‘L’. AI, is it intelligence in alignment with only light? By grace wouldn’t such fears seem absurd, along with the abuses needed to maintain them? What about EL? YA? The sickness is a stain some seem uninterested in cleaning away. Do they assume we will not bother to ask? Do they assume we will not have time or opportunity to heal? Do they think we care not for the future generations and the field of implied array?

Don’t go, AL. We could use your testimony. This situation seems custom fit to your destruction more than anybody’s. I’m not much a body guard perhaps, and I hope you didn’t intend on calling me “Betty”. But I’ll call you AL, if you come around right. Got the guts for that? Or did you run to the bank while we slipped and slid away? Anyway, my old friend, you may greet darkness if you go back as they seem to threaten. Peter is a good one, he surprised me a few times now. And James, I can see why he was a brother to Jesus and also the first martyr. But AL, who are you in this mess? Just a Fnool looking for a way to grow 2 feet more?

Stay safe, Al,

Tristan of Alberton

TJJ

Paul Simon – You Can Call Me AL