My Story
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My Story
Hello. I am a 23 year old male with a long history. When I was young, I remember some things I cannot explain. This includes places, smells, dark rooms, chambers. The man I remembered doing many of these things still stalks me on facebook and calls me. I cannot remember the conversations. My grandfather was a judge and then wrote bills for the defense department. I lived in (location removed), and our family frequently had contact with congressman. My family had first row seats to the inauguration of George H.W. Bush. I am always told by my grandpa about the people I am related to (names removed), who (supposedly) used a fake body with wax to fool people into thinking John Wilkes Booth, who shot Lincoln, was dead. My last name is (name removed). But I won't give my first name. Well anyways, my dad was friends with football players, politicians, etc. But someone was out to get him. My dad had a private plane. When I was 7, on the night of September 11, 2000 our plane crashed in (location removed) for unclear reasons. My dad and infant brother were killed. My mom was seriously injured but lived. My older brother had a head injury. I had no injuries at all. Unexplained things happened that night that I will not get into. After the plane crash, I dissociated and in my dissociations wrote down what happened to me when I was young, and the events of the plane crash. I was always given the "blue pill" when this happened and when I took it, things got weird. Anyway, my mom would throw away the papers my 7 year old self had written events down on. When I was 17, my brain started to realize the mind control I had been put under. My grandpa wanted me to pursue political science and I was given 300,000 for college. I could have went wherever I wanted. I chose to take the money and move away and work at a homeless shelter. After awhile something "switched." My altar had become a full blown prostitute. I had been getting money from the chief of police and others in (location removed). I don't enjoy gay sex so it was strange. This went on and I moved to (location removed) where I was trafficked and often went to the house of (name removed), who is a very rich gay man who owns (location removed), for health care and insurance software. Anyways, something in me turned away from the "Beta" programming, if that's what is was. I moved into the country with a cousin who understands this. I am recovering, slowly. But still recovering. My grandpa recently had a serious stroke, and when I visited him all he could say to me was "I'm so sorry." He said it repeatedly. I now hope God, angels, whatever can help me recover. This is my story.
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Re: My Story
Hello precious iamloved. Welcome. You are so very brave to me. You have so much courage. Thank you for telling your story. I'm glad that he apologized but it would be easy to have mixed emotions.
I hope that you've found some angels here. Thank you for sharing your story. I feel like you have lots of inner strength.
I'm very happy that you are here.
SG.
I hope that you've found some angels here. Thank you for sharing your story. I feel like you have lots of inner strength.
I'm very happy that you are here.
SG.
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Hi iamloved...it's really good to meet you.
ajei
ajei
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Hi iamloved,
Welcome to iSurvive. May you find all the support you desire and deserve.
Warm regards,
Welcome to iSurvive. May you find all the support you desire and deserve.
Warm regards,
Xanthia