The NSA and the satanic church has people everywhere, and between the two, I am watched in person every day.*
One day I was in Yuma Arizona outside of the movie theater in the mall. There was a movie poster of a Star Wars picture.**** I was looking at it for a long time. Those posters are so intricate and there’s so much going on, I was sucked in. George Lucas freehand draws them all, you know.** The poster was situated between two buildings. I may have stood there an hour, I didn’t think anyone could see me.
A man walked by to see what I was looking at. It must have been the poster for Star Wars 1. A while later the man strolled back up to me. He said, “I thought you were lost. I thought this must be a map of the mall and you couldn’t figure out where to go. You’ve been here over an hour, you know? I told them, so we checked Lucas, that’s what you call him, right, Lucas? And sure enough, he stopped what he was doing, and walked over to that poster, and looked at it for a while. How did you make him do that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t make anyone do anything.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. Forget I said anything.”
Evidently there were many times George and I could feel each other. We often did the same thing at the same time. We think the same way and feel the same way and react the same way.
Now the NSA is charged with keeping us apart. They have their own private George Lucas channel, and if Mr. Lucas questions it, he’s told it’s for his own protection. They are protecting him from themselves.*** The women who come up to him pretending to be me are all NSA agents or satanists. It’s all a horrible big game to them. They like giving us a terrible time and they laugh when we struggle. The NSA are also charged with changing George’s personality. They want to make him dislike me and he won’t recognize me when he sees me. That’s what happened to us before. They keep doing the same horrible things to us because we want world peace and they want world war. They are sadistic, wicked, evil, fiendish, diabolical, because their goal is world annihilation and ours is saving the world and making it a better place to raise children.
They are cruel and sadistic, and the man who gave the orders is the cruelest of all.
If the men and women in the “Intelligence” community don’t wise up, we’ll be living in Water World soon. Get you’re eye back on the ball. Don’t let the military distract you into being crack-head perverts. Be all you can be. (That’s my slogan, by the way.) Stop killing all the good people!
* And via satellite by several hundred people a day. It seems every two-bit crook can access the NSA channels George and I are broadcast on. We both are inundated with cameras and microphones in our walls and wiring. It’s secret illegal wiretapping run amuck. It isn’t fair that George is allowed to see me and I can’t see him. It’s tortuous to be apart so I don’t know if watching surveillance videos would make me more depressed.
** I told George once, that he was in good company because, as far as I knew, Toulouse LaTrek painted posters for the Moulin Rouge. I told him I wrote a paper about Toulouse and it seemed he was the only artist of his time who made money, and most of his paintings were still famous, and they were all painted as posters. He had friends like Van Gough, Monet, Manet, and Picasso, and at that time, when they were young, Toulouse was the only one who made a living at it. George liked that. (I think George is a better artist than those guys.)
*** They’re waiting for us to make a mistake so they can kill us. They work just like the Mafia. Don’t trust the men in the Government.
**** Star Wars Episode 1
And this is George’s poster of our movie. I’m the blonde in the middle.
I’m in your area, George, did your security tell you I was there? Did you get my letter?