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The School Massacre that Almost Never Did Really Happen: A Forbidden Truth Parable

To best understand the background to this essay, you need to first read this post at Ideapod, the only social network I use, along with my reply to the post, then come back here and read this blog post.

https://ideapod.com/social/idea/New-weekly-vlog-what-are-your-ideas-on-the-Florida-massacre/5a87de0b30c497ed4c0ba73d

I was thinking of writing a long and complex essay titled “Why We Should Celebrate and Welcome School Massacres”, but I changed My mind, and decided to flex my creative writing brilliance, by offering up a parable, instead. Enjoy it, and if you do not understand it, don’t ask Me to explain. Forbidden Truth is not for dummies. Open your minds and reach beyond The Matrix that holds you hostage, and the profound brilliance and breathtaking Truth embedded within this “fictionalized” parable, should be crystal clear.

Here we go:

It was 1895 in the small town of Independence, Missouri, and something terrible was about to happen. Young Harry, 11 years old, victim of Universal Child Abuse, had had enough. It was time for revenge. it was time to kill!

Young Harry had it all planned out: A school massacre, the very first in amerikkkan history. He planned to use his hated father’s Winchester model 1892 lever action repeating rifle. Introduced just 3 years earlier, in 1892, it came with a 15 round magazine and was a state of the art assault weapon of the era.

The students and teachers inside Harry’s elementary school would be helpless, sitting ducks. There was no security of any kind, and nobody was armed. Harry knew this, and this tortured child dreamed of achieving a massive kill count.

Young Harry was not the best at concealing his personal torment, and as he planned and plotted his school massacre, one young teacher noticed his distress. Clarice Starling was her name. Herself a victim of Universal Child Abuse, Clarice possessed a keenly empathetic capacity to detect the psychological distress of others. She saw Harry was suffering, and decided she had to try to help him.

Defying all social norms and conventions, Clarice decided to offer personal support to young Harry. Just a few days before his planned school massacre was set to be unleashed, she asked Harry to stay, after class ended. When they were alone, Clarice went to Harry and sat on the floor in front of him. She asked him nothing, only told him of her own horrific childhood, how much she had been harmed, how greatly she had suffered.

Tears welled within young Harry as he absorbed her trauma, and integrated it to his own consciousness and True Reality. He reached out to her and began sobbing wildly, uncontrollably. Clarice held him, as they both wept for long minutes.

Gently they pulled apart, and Clarice began telling young Harry of her hopes and dreams, of the need for him to love himself, and look to the future, that he could be anything, that he must not allow himself to be destroyed by anyone. Harry listened, and he believed, his teacher had become his savior!

11 year old Harry left that classroom, that day, a changed boy. He decided not to carry out the first ever amerikkkan school massacre, and it never happened, all because of one teacher, who reached out to him as nobody else did.

A great tragedy and disaster was averted, thanks to our heroine, Clarice! Surely it must be so!

But wait, the story is not over. The best part is yet to come.

Young Harry took his savior’s advice to heart and to mind. He resolved to make the future better, he resolved to change things, to make the world a better place. He resolved to become a leader, to stand up against injustice and aggression. And he succeeded, he succeeded beyond even his own wildest dreams.

And so let us flash forward to 1945, exactly 50 years since that fateful encounter between 11 year old Harry, and his teacher Clarice. Harry is no longer a young boy, but a man of 61. A man, yet still a tortured child. Still a traumatized victim of universal child abuse.

Yes, it is 1945, and Harry is now known by name, by a billion or more people. Not for being amerikkka’s first school shooter, but as Harry S. Truman, president of the united states of amerikkka.

His teacher, Clarice, saved him from earning that infamous title 50 years earlier. She inspired him to persevere, to look to the future, to become strong and a leader among humans. But she did not infuse his mind with the Forbidden Truths. No, of course she did not. She could not, she was not the 1 in 50 million who consciously recognized and embraced Forbidden Truth. She was simply a traumatized victim of universal child abuse, who went out of her way, so rare in itself among humans, to sincerely try to help a fellow victim.

And she did stop something terrible from happening, on that day, 50 years earlier, didn’t she?? Didn’t she???!!

So here we are, 50 years later, and the top amerikkkan military general is briefing Harry on a remarkable new weapon, the atomic bomb.

It will devastate everything in it’s path, Mr. President! It will wreak havoc and reign terror down upon the Japs! No living thing will be spared! This is our chance to end and to win the war, and after this, nobody will ever dare try to hurt amerikkka again!

And Harry S. Truman, 61 year old tortured, terrorized, hurt child, listened and believed. His mind flashed back to his aborted school massacre, and there was no Clarice around, and no lies of a better future to cling to, anymore.

The thought: “Nobody will ever hurt ME again!

Let’s do it, let’s end this war, right now!“, proclaimed Harry. But the real war, of course, was in his mind, where it had raged daily since he was a small child. The same war that rages in the mind of every child, victim of universal child abuse.

Was a terrible tragedy averted in 1895? Or, did a terrible tragedy occur on August 6th and 9, 1945, 50 years later, when Harry dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan??

Or, is every day a terrible tragedy, every day, for everyone, everywhere??

Is every singular moment of every day, everywhere, for everyone, the most horrific moment, the most terrible of tragedies, occurring simultaneously, as every child on planet earth is being systematically destroyed, and nobody, nowhere, has the courage or the intelligence or the sanity to open their eyes and their mind and to perceive and to know this Forbidden Truth and to end this perverse charade?!

Something terrible happens every day. Every day, past, present, and future. And it is not a school massacre or an atomic bombing. Those are not terrible things, they are merely symptoms of a terrible thing that happens on every block, in every house occupied by a child, in every school, everywhere in the world, every day, to every child.

Universal Child Abuse: Authorized, promoted, rewarded, encouraged, legalized, the universal catharsis of child abuse, reflected and inflicted by every adult, upon every child.

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‘Tis The Season to Bribe and to be Bribed

The humans are hard at work this christmas season, as they are every christmas season, desperately trying to bribe each other, while simultaneously, and equally desperately, soliciting favor from other humans, and even from imaginary creatures.

Every “gift” that is given, every present carefully wrapped, attached to a carefully chosen gift card, every “donation” given, to formally organized charities as well as to the randomly encountered homeless alcoholic, is a bribe, it is a shakedown attempt, an extortion demand.

Every gift and present given, it does not matter what it is or what the relationship is between the giver and the giftee, is a bribe. The bribe says: “Look, I am gonna give you this, and in return you must pretend to love and to care about me, to appreciate and to value me, and you must express and show this love and caring and value and appreciaton to me. I will use your false sentiments in order to feel better about myself, to delude myself into believing that I am loved and cared for and valued. I need this from you, because I am an emotionally and psychologically crippled creature, who cannot bestow proper love and care and value upon myself.”

Every christmas present given, is a selfish and psychologically violent extraction attempt. None of it represents generosity or empathic benevolence. None of it! The husband who gives his wife a christmas present, wants to get more sexual contact from her. The boyfriend who presents his christmas present together with a marriage proposal, is demanding lifelong sexual, emotional, and legal slavery under a direct bribe.

The mother who secretly deciphers which material object her 5 year old son-slave most desperately covets, and makes certain to place it under the christmas tree with a note signed “love, mom”, is not expressing love, she is demanding love, she is attempting to extract hugs, expressions of love, from the child that she is enslaving, and very likely abusing and victimizing. She cannot love herself, and so she must force others to profess their love to her, and under this coerced extortion of emotion, she is able to convince herself that she is loved, at least for awhile.

All charitable contributions and donations are made under this same perverse mindset, intermingled with subconscious and unconscious guilt, shame, and  Self-humiliation. “I don’t deserve what I have, so I must give a little bit of it away so that I can convince myself that I am a good person by suffering, in order to allow someone else to suffer less.”

Donations to strangers and to charities are also a direct attempt to bribe, extort, and shakedown the nonexistent god creature. “Look, over here, look at me god, I’m willing to make myself suffer in some tiny way, by giving away something I could use for myself. See how unselfish I am! See how moral and kind and caring I am!! Now you must reward me with eternal existence in heaven. You owe me now, god!”

The Superior never gives presents to any human being, and never donates anything to any human in need. He understands that it is his obligation to place Self above all others, and he meets all of his own emotional needs within the embrace of absolute Truth, therefore the very idea of attempting to obtain love from others, or attempting to bribe a nonexistent god creature, is recognized by him as insane beyond all measure.

I give to Myself, everything that I want and need. My gifts to Myself flow daily, and my delight at their receipt is untainted by vampiric human enmeshment. My debt is owed only to Myself, and I pay off this debt each day, with interest. My generosity towards Myself has no ulterior motivations, it represents and expresses the purity of the only valid form of love, Self-love.

So go ahead, waste your useless lives trying to figure out which bribes will find the most favor with your intended extortion victims. Invade the shopping malls as part of your grand predatory quest to extract from others what you cannot bestow upon yourself. Go to the Hallmark Card store after you have finished a long day of slave labor in painful dress pumps, and spend an hour walking the racks, carefully examining different greeting cards, trying to find the one that will most effectively pierce the psyche of your targeted victim(s). And please make sure to ease your agonized foot out of its pump prison, give us Female Foot Pain fetishists an unintended gift, to be enjoyed later, in the privacy of our homes.

I see you for what you are, dear vampires and extortionists. Your efforts are pathetic and grotesque, and you can only deceive yourselves to a limited degree, for a limited time. You do not even try to obtain what you truly need, what is truly useful: Genuine, unconditional, and externally untouchable love of Self. You are pathetic in your cowardice, your neediness, your dependency.

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Oh god, my poor feet! I’ve spent an hour trying to find the perfect christmas card, and my corns are just throbbing! I’ve got to get this shoe off, ahhhh…what a relief!

 

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I must find the perfect christmas card, the one card that will get my son-slave to hug me and claim to love me! I’m sure nobody will notice that I have eased my agonized foot out of its pump prison, I just can’t stand the pain anymore!

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