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Dear Parents: Let Me Help You See Yourselves, and the Truth, More Clearly

Hello slaveowners (you probably answer better to your preferred self-perception of “parents”). How are you today? Kindly indulge this brief interruption to your ongoing human clay molding and Self-replacement endeavor. I’m just gonna try to help you to see yourselves a little better, in the soft, warm, piercing light of Forbidden Truth. Are you game? Lets give it a try:

Imagine you tuck your child-slave into bed for the night, kiss him on the forehead, wishing him sweet dreams as you gaze down upon him, filled with the universal illusion of externalized love, and then go to sleep yourself, eager to resume your human clay molding in just a few hours.

But, the next morning, when you go into the child-slave’s bedroom, you find only a Post-it note on the pillow, reading, “Sorry, he’s gone. I needed him more!“, accompanied by a smiley-face, all written in dark red….pen. Let’s not get too gruesome here.

You would not be very happy, at all, right?

Now, lets vary the scenario a bit. What if instead of this Post-it note, you found a very realistic looking doll lying on the bed the next morning, but no sign of your child-slave? Still, you would be very unhappy, I will presume. Unless of course you secretly wished and hoped to be freed of the horrific, externally imposed burden of familial child-slave ownership…but that is not the Forbidden Truth direction this essay will take.

What if, instead of a doll, you found a very much alive cat or dog sleeping on the bed of your child-slave the next morning, but again, no sign of the slave. Your consolation would be very limited, because the value of these creatures is less than the value of a child-slave, as decreed by your society. But your reaction would be somewhat different. After all, a living thing is found, a living thing, replacing a different living thing, a living thing that you could use, that you could also mold, and train, and control.

Now, lets continue our dissection of your human brains: What if you walked into your child-slave’s bedroom the next morning and found a different child-slave, definitely not the one you left in the room the night before, but an absolutely human, replacement child-slave. Would you welcome the replacement with a loving hug?? No. You would still be shocked and confused and angry. But your frame of mind would be different than in all the other, previous scenarios. Perhaps not your conscious frame of mind, but your subconscious frame of mind.

Why? Because your loss will be smaller. There is still a human child-slave, right there. And what if this child-slave is crying, and afraid?? You love feeding on fear, parents. You love it! Might you not try to comfort the replacement child right then and there, even in your shock and confusion? Think about it, and be honest with yourself, if you can. Probably you can’t, but try…

And as you comforted this terrified replacement child-slave, somewhere in your deepest subconscious mind you will be thinking, “Well, this isn’t so bad. He is scared right now. I will be able to scare him in the future, to terrorize him, just like I did Mikey… But…I wonder, what the hell did happen to Mikey, he was here last night…Jeez…

Now, what if this replacement child you find in the bed the next morning, is hurt, physically hurt, maybe covered in bruises or welts?? Again, your reaction would be far less negative, you might very well go the child, even in your shock and confusion, and display affection and comfort towards him. You’re such a good mommy/daddy, aren’t you?? Well, no. Because within your deepest subconscious mind you will be thinking, “Well, this isn’t so bad. this one can be hurt, too, just like Mikey. I can feel better about Myself by comforting him…and when I need to, I could hurt him, he could serve as a Poison Container for Me, too.

So, my dear parents, do you see yourselves clearly, yet? Do you understand what you are? Do you understand the role that your child-slaves play within your illusion of being alive?

Your children are receptacles for you. Containers, like garbage containers. Yes, they are useful to you. You put within them, what you need to get rid of, within yourselves. Fear is a huge part of your subconscious existence, and so you feed upon their fear. You try to ease their fears, sometimes. Because in doing so you ease your own fears. But other times, you need to make them afraid, you need to terrorize them: Catharsis for your own childhood and adult terrors, traumas, victimization.

What about pain and suffering? Same thing. You need to feed upon their pain and suffering. You dispense comfort, sometimes. When it makes you feel better. But you also dispense pain and suffering at other times, for the same reason, catharsis, to feel better. But, will you admit to this Forbidden Truth?

The Post-it note is an unacceptable substitution for your missing child-slave. And so is the doll. Why?? Because they cannot feel fear and pain, because you cannot terrorize and hurt them., and yes, at times comfort and soothe them. Not because you “love” them, simply because you are psychologically, subconsciously comforting and soothing yourself.

And the cat or dog?? Well, you can terrorize and hurt them, and you probably will, but it’s just not nearly as psychologically satisfying as doing it to your own kind, your own species. The connection is not direct enough, and so the garbage receptacle, the Poison Container, is not nearly as inviting.

But a human child?? Yes! Any child will do, it’ll just take awhile for you to feel as comfortable and safe scaring and hurting the replacement slave.

So there you have it. Feel free to dismiss this essay as just more ravings from that crazy Seer guy. But I see you, so well, so clearly, even as you can never see yourselves.

Sweet dreams.

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