week I have been moving my personal belongings over to my friends’ garage. I told Sean about my intelligence security work with the government; and then he looked at me with a funny look on his face.
I am not sure if Sean is involved with the government voices I hear in my head.
Sometimes I think the government has already paid Sean off to help control me; and I think the government has hired Sean to watch over me.
Every day I watch hours of intelligence reports sent through the television newscasts and then I speak out loud to the television for hours every day. I know the government has put a camera in the television I watch.
Every day in my house I go to work to empower the government. I want to prove to the government I am intelligent and a good worker.
Every day in my house I work on different classified security issues as I watch my television. Then the voices I hear inside my head have long conversations on the strategies we develop together to solve the crisis portrayed on television.
Through the television I told the government I am almost out of money; and I will need to get paid some money for my time.
I wonder if the government will pay me the million dollars the government voices in my head promised me.
I think the government is putting me through a test of pressure inside of my mind. I wonder if I am being groomed for the C.I.A.
The government is full of smart people; and I know they need covert spies like me to help them fight in the war on terror. I have caught the government leaders speaking on television making too many mistakes with the country security and the security of the President.
I know that with my comments today I have ticked off the director of the C.I.A. I told him that he could not guard his grandmother; let alone the President of the USA. I sent the message through my television to the director of the C.I.A; and the next day my mom and dad call to tell me my grandmother was dying.
On television I have saved thousands of lives with my propaganda mini movies created on my computer that is hooked up to the internet.
I create mind blowing movies filled with strategy and psychology that through the science of guilty by association the visualization can shift the directions of foreign policy and homeland security directly off of my home computer.
With my marketing ideas to rebound the collapse of the stock exchange in the USA; shifted in part by my ideas about Enron strategies; I have made the United States government millions of dollars in profit.
Most of my work involved sitting at home and merging different companies and ideas and psychology science strategies.
Creating new capital for companies through amalgamations and corporate takeovers became my specialty; with the new capital created more jobs were created and the stock market slowly recovered. This seamless covert operation created strategies that naturally created accomplishment; in the end made the President of the USA untouchable by any person who opposed his operations.
The investors and oil companies and weapons manufacturing companies made millions understanding my science; because they knew what stock to buy before the merger or war took place. Much like the people in charge understood what stocks to buy prior to the 911 attacks create by others in the world; long before I entered the picture.
Wall Street and Allan Greenspan loved the way I mixed and blended companies and science. During my work I watched the stock market soar. The DOW Jones industrial average went from sixty five hundred to ninety seven hundred.
My propaganda movies became the government’s worst headache; when I was not paid any money; I made copies of every propaganda movie I made. The copies of my work are my only link to the government; and I have hidden seven cd copies on the island where I live. Sometimes I secretly hide a cd when I am riding around on my bicycle.
When I wanted to hide a cd; I suddenly turn off the road into the bush and make it look like I am really looking at something. Some of my best research work empowering the Bush Administration is buried on Siesta Key in Florida.
A digital cd has a one hundred-year life span; and I am a hard guy to follow on a bicycle. In the past month I feel like I have turned into the perfect spy. I have never been caught hiding one of my cd copies.
Sean has agreed to help me buy a bus ticket to Texas. I am going to leave everything I own behind with Sean; and go to see my friend Sarge in Texas. Then I will ride a bus home to my mom and dad’s in Canada.
My last two days in Florida feel painful and are very hard on me. This morning I awoke to the sound of many big black vulture birds in the front yard. The birds sounded strange to me.
I stood up in my bed on the floor; and when I looked out the window I could tell the government was angry with me for leaving Florida in the middle of the Enron crisis.
I can see five big ugly black vultures tearing a small cat apart on the grass. The black birds are tearing different parts of the cat; the big birds are eating the cat alive.
I know the government is trying to psychologically torment me because they know I love cats.
The government is telling me my cat is next and they are the birds.
Besides I told the government people in my television; “who would ever believe I was the one helping them solve the finacial crisis and security crisis after the 911 attack”.
I felt the pain in my heart watching the cat’s submission to death in the yard; and I know I am walking down a similar path.
I am almost out of cash; I am still trying to work with the government. I am starting to realize how powerful the government is and every day I feel more afraid of the government.
My government code name is the Northern Alliance; and I have chosen this name because I am from the north and I create strategies to help the rebels in Afghanistan align while they fight the Taleban.
I find the maps of Afghanistan region on television very useful to see; and I am slowly getting used to how the Don Rumsfeld and the people in the government he controls.
I hold my cat every chance I get; and every time I do tears fall down my face. I have tears in my eyes when I ask my landlady if she will adopt my cat; when I have to leave; and then I start to cry while I am holding my cat. I am speaking to my landlady; Ginger is a nice lady and she agreed to be my cat’s new family.
I am going to miss my old brown cat.
I hold my cat often and I cry like a baby being pulled away from its mother. My cat has been my companion for two happy years on the island. I cuddled my cat every hour; and I think he knows that I am going crazy. He watches me talk out loud to the television when I talk to the voices trapped deep inside my mind.
I may be only one man; however I have a large footprint; and when I leave if others fail to fill my footprint properly Enron will fall.
I miss being held by Kathy; she is my girlfriend; and I hurt inside my heart every time I think of not being with Kathy. My heart feels like it is tortured internally by my brain breaking into a thousand pieces.
I try not to show my emotions because I do not want the government to get that much satisfaction. The government has tried to break me psychologically;
