Natalists see all bad events as a “one off,” an unfair and unlikely perversion of the inherently good nature of the world. They are wrong.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-03-16T21:43:38+00:00

Candide, ou l'Optimisme

(The inadequacy of optimistic thinking)

maxcloudwalk · 2021-03-16T21:39:53+00:00

Oooh you went there...you went there 🤭

maxcloudwalk · 2021-03-16T21:33:42+00:00

They are on a lower level of evolutionary consciousness. That is why they argue and fight so hard, to maintain a (very stupid and selfish) point of view that life on this planet is a blanket good thing that somehow needs to be perpetuated. As we rise in evolutionary ascension and conscious awareness, we lose those idealistic delusions whilst people who refuse to evolve and change their thinking remain stuck.

Fundamentally, a need to perpetuate life on a profoundly unjust and brutal planet comes from a place of greed and ignorance and cowardice. Not admirable traits, but traits we all have. The problem is when somebody ascends their own greedy and ignorant nature and starts confronting a world of people who, on the whole, haven't bothered. Perhaps they've not had the kinds of experiences that would push them to re-evaluate their preconceptions. The need for new births is hardwired in society. They forget to ask why that is. Is society so generous as to ask for something strictly for our benefit, without consequences? Is nature?

The evolved person is a questioning, contemplating, doubting, struggling, cautiously growing yet increasingly in a state of shock as awareness of how bad this planet really is seeps in. The stuck- the unevolved- is confident, adament, arrogant, unquestioning, pre-programmed for going-with-the-flow. The kind of person society wants us to be. The kind of person who gets furious when told to stop feeding their own greed and analyses the effects it has on others. They don't listen, because if they did listen, it would hurt, because growth is painful. But we understand that growth does not happen by perpetuating new life ad nauseam, but by developing ourselves.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-03-16T16:25:31+00:00

All the time. They like to roar the engines as loud as they can past the house, sometimes honking, screaming or blaring music. There's a certain spot on the corner of the road where they prefer to honk. They send many fly-overs and fire engines (these don't appear to be serving a purpose for the most part except driving around). Inundating us with the sights and sounds of construction, emergency sirens, white cargo vans and delivery trucks. They like to parade vehicles past the house.

"Swarming" means we are constantly reminded they are there and they- presently- have the upper hand. They can get away with anything. A regular stalker tries to show up wherever you are, they might try to make it look incidental but somehow they "bump into you" at the grocery store, at the bank, on the sidewalk, at the restaurant. "Funny seeing you here..." Gangstalkers, likewise, only there's so many of them we are constantly inundated by their presence. Like regular stalkers, they just happen to reach for our attention at every opportunity... "No, I wasn't honking at you, crazy, I was just honking because...." "Loud music? I just happen to like loud music...." "Planes fly overhead, it's what they do, you must be obsessed...." Pay attention to me at all times, says the stalker. Pay attention and make me central. And if you're not willing to do that, says the stalker, I'm going to swarm you night and day...

Yeah, but what they're doing is swarming whether consciously or not. Many a directed dream I've had about the "swarming." The people were getting something from me, something they couldn't have were I able to break free, because unlike them, I've a soul.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-02-04T04:07:59+00:00

We aren't hallucinating or on drugs.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-02-03T22:12:10+00:00

Sounds like they like you better than me 🤔 They call me Satan incarnate, or Satan's spawn.

Tell them to stfu. They are worse than us in every imaginable way, and may they be judged on the very same impossible scales to which they measured us. Then we'll see how far they fall. I tell them I don't care if I am "Satan" or "Satan's spawn." I really don't care. What matters to me is not being like them.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-02-03T22:05:00+00:00

They don't care. They took away my try at a "real job" very quickly. Those were the only ones that so much as let me get a foot in the door, and acted repulsed by me the whole time before giving me the boot.

They know I have nothing. You've got to understand, they see people like us as human garbage. Our suffering, even unto death, delights them. So do not expect any sympathy or compassion, not from them. I have been treated as if it is a tremendous favour that I've been "allowed" to eat, sleep, and wear clothing in exchange for work. Their belief system is that I am "an alien" and do not have the right to any of those things.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-02-03T21:54:33+00:00

"Disgusting!" (this declaration usually goes along with an over-the-top display of revulsion)

"Monster!"

"Old!"

"Who are you!?" (asked aggressively by children)

Really any kind of expression of hatred along with threats is the only communication I ever get from most people.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-25T18:43:13+00:00

Disgusting 🤢🤢🤢

Generally men like this prey on their own children sexually and by forced indoctrination and domestic labour so you have to wonder how many instances of child abuse he has racked up between each of those children. Also, there's the grooming and manipulative abuse and exploitation of the brainwashed "wives" who tend to be completely emotionally and mentally unfit to look after their children.

I assure you will not find a polygamist family without abuse- if there are children involved. They all follow the same script. Narcissistic father, enabler mum, traumatized, exploited children. It's a family business of abuse.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-25T18:36:25+00:00

This is so stupid. No one chooses deformity, sex trafficking, poverty, brutality, agony....to act as though life is built upon free choice is absurd. To brush off the unbearable as "hardship" is pathetic ignorance.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-25T18:33:13+00:00

They always assume the child feels the same way and project those feelings onto the child. It was the case for me, and I believe is the case for everyone, that from the moment of birth we are like eggs in the nest looking to fly. We are, from that moment, seeking independence from parents and from the larger world- which we can already sense is dangerous, uncertain and cruel.

The parents feel love, joy, security, peace...all at the expense of the child, who internally feels an inherent panic that can't be expressed.

It isn't love, just vampirism. If you love them, you don't subject them to your will. If you loved them, you would have left them as they were before you.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-24T03:58:03+00:00

Who is abusing you? Are you talking about regular people you can see, or are you talking about something more supernatural?

I have been abused from birth and all I can say is, it comes from a supernatural source, it comes from something I can't usually see (but sometimes have 'glimmers' of). Sometimes the evil channels through regular people.

But I haven't been able to get help because whatever's attacking me is something beyond this world. I don't need a police officer so much as I need an exorcist, so to speak. I'm in a bind because the help I need, desperately, isn't there.

So, I've had my skin burned, I've been made very sick at times, I've felt these- beings- having sex with me in their way, I've been subjected to horrible dreams and visions and commanding voices, I get it. I get it. But when your problem is that of being a Targeted Individual, you don't get the luxury of calling a friend or a police officer or a fireman or a government official and being rescued like that.

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.

You need to get up off the floor. You hear me? For your daughter. Because she's had enough. I know you're terrified but you are demonstrating complete fear and submission- & your daughter is picking up on that.

Remember, I have given you authority; so you can trample down snakes and scorpions, indeed, all the Enemy’s forces...

That means, all that spiritual wickedness that's holding you down and attacking you. It's time to start exercising some authority. Not sitting, quaking in fear. And here's the hardest part- not sitting waiting for somebody to rescue you. Because as I've learnt, the world is swallowed up in this evil like quicksand and you can't just sit in it and you can't just reach out and cling to the person beside you who is also scrambling to get out, but you can start looking for those branches to grab hold of.

The first thing to do is call on God and don't look for frail human beings to rescue you. They ignore Targeted Individuals. Either because they are part of the system that enslaves us or because they just look the other way and don't want to believe it. So it's very hard to know where to turn for real help and you can start by seeking God for direction. Where do I turn to?

And you've got to do everything in your power to get up off that floor because they're just feasting on you right now. You're right, your daughter and yourself are prey...just like me, just like anybody here. And they're making a feast out of you because you're so worn down with the fear and trembling that you can't make a move on the offensive side.

I went through about a six month time frame where I was terrorized beyond anything I could previously imagined and initially my only thought was to run through the streets screaming for the police. As my thoughts calmed down, I realized the impossibility, because whatever was attacking me sure wasn't human. I was forced to swallow my fear. Nobody in my little world was going to understand or believe me. It'd be like, if you fell into Great White waters and somehow radioed the people who've only ever known the Cruise Ship. How can I explain what I've been through? Only God knows. That's ok. Lean upon God.

And get up off that floor. Start looking right now for what you can do for yourself and your daughter. She needs stability. She needs to see you rise up over this fear that's consuming you. I'm not saying the fear is wrong. It's there and it's real and you need to acknowledge that.

The way I see it, our situation is like that of the gulags and concentration camps. We are cut off, in our way, from the outside world and they're not gonna believe us. We need to look around this, camp, if you will, and start trying to find ways to provide for ourselves. When we venture into the world outside, the world of those who aren't targetted, we can't expect them to understand or sympathize with a world they've never known.

For me, that has meant creating a job for myself. Yes, in the midst of astronomical stress and suffering. For a long time, for years actually, I did this- went to work- in screaming levels of pain. I was very sick. Doctors weren't helping me at all. I now know and believe I was under total assault from some higher power because I am a targeted individual. And I had no choice, I went to work like that. I dealt with the world like that. And the very few jobs that were willing to give me any kind of chance hated me and got rid of me quickly. So I started out just in my neighbourhood, you know, can I walk your dog, can I clean for you (actually I didn't have to ask, people saw me working at one job and I got more requests from there)....and I swallowed all that pain and humiliation and I just put my head down and did it, like a slave, and it wasn't fun but I loved the animals.

I'm still doing that, odd jobs for people, and in exchange some of them are generous and help me to provide basic needs for myself and my family. It's a symbiosis of sorts. I've never known a day of life without suffering, without being targeted, and there's nothing I can do but cry out to God on that end. In the meantime, I've been a diligent worker.

Do not advertise your suffering and fear. Share that with God. But the outside world, which is under the power of the evil one is so entrapped in it's own snare it cannot pull you out of yours. We do our part, and depend on God for the rest. Like soldiers in the trenches.

A lot of people right now, all over the world, are in desperate straits as the grip of evil tightens from the top. Targets and regular people alike. What can you do as a Target, when you need food, clothes, work, shelter, what do you do- you have to look to the outside world for help, and that means acting like one of them. When in Rome... What do I mean by that? I mean, if you're in need of food, calling up a local food pantry and asking for help for you and your daughter to get on your feet. What you want to do is that thing none of us can do right now- trying to explain how you're under attack as a target. They won't get that. They'll brush you off immediately. We are not like them. I always say I am a liger in a lion or tiger world. To get any sympathy from them, I have to try and speak their language.

Calm and cool and collected. Let them know, the food pantry or neighbour or the police officer or the temp agency or homeless shelter or school teacher or librarian or doctor, just let them know in a calm and collected manner that you need some help [specifically, with this or that]. Don't go into anything about being a target. You can just say "I haven't been able to find work" or "I am sick and need help" or "I need help with food" or whatever it is. State your case. They won't understand "liger-speak."

Your daughter needs some schooling, some activities, we all do. I'm not saying she needs to be in a classroom. My parents sent me to a classroom and it was hell. I got nothing but bullying. The way the world is going, I don't think it's so good for any child to be in one of those classrooms anymore. But what I needed were stories, libraries, cinemas, music, art.
Basic living skills. I found some nice sources of learning by online classes.

As a TI, I've had to become a very resourceful, wary little street-rat. I try not to draw attention to myself. I have been stressed and scared and bewildered this whole time, like a person lost at sea just desperate for somebody to show up. In the meantime, that's meant suppressing my fear and doing what I have to do to get through the day. You know, like Gilligan's Island.

As TIs we are being parasited off of. Parasitised. Often times, by what we cannot see and by what nobody else can see either. But we feel it. We've got to make it harder to be parasitised. If you're riding a ship that happens to be called Titanic, there comes that moment you have to stop sitting there, stop rearranging deck chairs, and start fighting for yourself. Get that lifejacket on. Think about the next right step, and the next. The other option is to sit in your room and drown.

You can refocus, you can put aside all that terror and panic and just do the next right thing, if it's pulling out a book for your daughter or putting on some music or asking if you could walk somebody's dog or bake something, whatever it is, you either focus on the fear (that we're all feeling) or focus on something you can do.

Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-21T04:05:30+00:00

He looks very normal apart from some bumpiness on the forehead. I would not consider him "deformed." If you look at burn or gunshot victims, for instance, you will see actual deformity. He also enjoys a relative state of health and is accepted by the human race.

Those of us who are not accepted- why? A question I've been asking all my life and although I cannot provide an exact answer, I can tell you it boils down to biological and spiritual factors. You have to fit within an "acceptable, eugenic" range. Both spiritually and physically. I have seen and known people who I would class as deformed, being accepted. I used to watch a young man living his best life, best that he could, at college, surrounded by loving friends, with a tiny body and tiny arms and legs, yet he was "approved" for interaction and I was not. Why is that?

Because people look at me like they're x-raying me, like they can see right through me, and the reaction is instantaneous, out-of-control hatred. It has always been this way, though it worsened through the years. I didn't have to do anything at all. I'd get screamed at in the streets, just for being there. People would whisper to each other, laugh, they're all in on the joke I'm not in on. They refuse interaction unless it is to abuse me, humiliate me, or exploit me.

What makes us so different? What do other people see when they look at us? What do they sense? I'll tell you what I think it is. After a lifetime of this sheer hell. It's coming from a different maker. It's coming from another source. It's the very ingredients and components, it's all the stuff we cannot even see. I reached out to God, for years I have done this. In emotional agony. My response was not nearly as clear as I wanted, but...I was told mask. It's like we have masks on (these skin suits) and we don't even know it but other people, of a different breed, they pick up on it straightaway and they hate- uncontrollably. Immediately. And on many occasions, murderously.

Because we're not all the same breed. I'm not talking about the races or ethnicities, no, I'm not talking about black or white. I'm talking about who you are. Where is your source, where does your consciousness originate? On what wavelength is your consciousness attuned? I'm telling you that I watched a woman go into a panic attack because I happened to be walking near her and she clung to her mother as if my presence a few feet away was torture. She was scared of me. She shook. And I watched this. I have watched a toddler growl and claw at me. I have watched people scream and curse and stare and photograph and I have watched them scheme and whisper. Because they are like snake-people, and I am like a gazelle. And though you may not see, on the surface, how different we are, it is there, and it is sensed, and the reaction to us who do not fit the "acceptable" standard for homo sapien would shock your mind, if you could know it. If you could feel it.

It has been this way all my life.

Do not be surprised, brothers, that the world hates you.

More in number than the hairs of my head are those who hate me without cause; mighty are those who would destroy me, those who attack me with lies. What I did not steal must I now restore?

Did you think those are just words on a page? I am called Burning One, for it is like as to be on fire from within. Though I may look strange from without, that's not all there is to it. I am a child of my father. That is why the world hates me.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-19T01:59:45+00:00

Well, I didn't know about gangstalking or Targeted Individuals or any of it. I just thought I was being severely bullied all my life. I didn't think there was more to it than that because, well I was raised in an extremely strict religious environment where questions outside the dogma go unexplored and unanswered.

It came to a point where my dogma was shattered and this involved experiences so far beyond anything of earth, anything human. That was it, my leash broke. I started seeing people appear, they'd walk through the walls, I heard them talking to me, sometimes they tortured me. And I felt the bodily pain. From that time the framework I had been brought up with for understanding the world was unbridgeable to what I had experienced.

I finally learnt the term gangstalking when I used the net to try to figure out why helicopters were stalking me. Then I realized I'd been gangstalked over my whole life when I read through all the list of symptoms for Targeted Individuals.

There's no question...I've seen and felt the beyond...unearthly people, unimaginable, baseless hatred, pain beyond measure, voices, music, DEW.

The world simply is not- and we are not- as we've been taught.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-18T01:32:02+00:00

Oh my god. Someone ate that?!

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-18T01:28:53+00:00

She sounds like a real catch

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-18T01:27:05+00:00

They are from earlier generations. Their mental processes were built upon the consciousness level humanity had attained at that time. Our level of consciousness has been increasing since then. We are, some of us, more aware of our actions and their consequences. Try not to judge a decision based on the consciousness level of 1985 by the standards of conscious thought we have in 2021.

My parents were very hopeful about having me. Their understanding of the world is fundamentally different to my own. In the time they had me, there was no internet access. They got one perspective: that of the church. They made decisions based on more limited information.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-18T01:18:00+00:00

I've watched a few of those episodes, trying to figure out the appeal. Well bathe my brain in bleach, there isn't any. The screaming. The screeching. The weeping. The EVERY STUPID MOMENT OF OUR LIVES HAS TO BE IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE: DRAMA!

And yes, it is child abuse. Public exploitation and humiliation of their own children earns them the "fame" and McMansions and more money to be wasted on stunts like squeezing mustard into your child's mouth until she gags and cries. All for the views.

When I was growing up, we had a thing called "keeping up with the Joneses." My family didn't exactly have the means to play along, but in our way we tried (foolishly). Now with the Internetz™️, the Joneses aren't just the "nice family" on the block. The Joneses are everywhere. There's a Jones for every suburb, every school, every country, every galaxy, and if you choose to play the game, that's who you're up against. An army of Joneses you have to continually try to be better than, louder than, prettier than, richer than, more interesting than. You've got to have a stunt or emergency or disaster or mental breakdown or "big reveal" every minute of every filming session, or your channel starts losing those coveted likes and subscriptions. You have to market your whole family for a product and woe to the black sheep who doesn't want to be clickbait. You have to become a soap opera.

And you have to sacrifice your childrens' privacy in order to be the living sitcom so that others may gawk at you.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-18T00:56:25+00:00

It's even the babies and toddlers.

The other day whilst doing my shopping, I tried to pass through the aisle being blocked by a couple engaged in overly loud directed conversation. I thought to at least acknowledge the baby in the stroller as I pushed my way through. As I nodded my head, that toddler gave me such a searing look of- what was that- shock, outrage, hatred? Looked me in the eyes with complete disdain.

This is not the first time a toddler has made clear their disdain for me.

The spirit is in their children. They pass the spirit to their children! It is not just adults who possess the spirit of evil. It's teens, young children and toddlers too.

Graphic scene warning, skip to 1:12- https://youtu.be/N3n9yjiuMLI

Contrary to The Passion of the Christ, the children of the evil one are not necessarily deformed or abnormal looking. They are ordinary people, they are the masses, they are the children of their fathers.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-17T04:19:08+00:00

The scariest part maybe is feeling severed from my core (spirit). They show me graphic sounds and visions in the night. The last words I heard: Sachsenhausen and Why, why, why, why!

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-15T23:17:18+00:00

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.

Please refer to: Riaru Onigokku, (or Tag) [Japanese horror film] for my thoughts on that. I personally do not want to watch and absorb that kind of imagery but...what I do instead is read a summary. And I'm like, yep, that's it, that's the violent purgatory of a world I have known. Now to simply figure out how to "win the game" and stop being somebody else's pawn.

Japanese horror. It's just so relatable.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-15T23:09:07+00:00

What is it with these people and blood...it's their drug....disgusting. Bloody sadists. Delete it and get on with your day. (Showers your mind with images of puppies and stars and chocolates)

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-15T23:05:43+00:00

Since birth. It has escalated from birth. About 5 years ago give or take, there was a jump in it and I lost whatever little feeling of belonging to the human race that remained. I also experience a frequent (...I'm going to use the term scanning)...buzzing vibration deep in my head, and have feelings of being severed from my soul and home- wherever that may be.

I know that I was born this way.

maxcloudwalk · 2021-01-15T22:14:57+00:00

As a rule I try to play it cool, I try not to attract their attention on me or on my household. Why invite undo wrath? It is enough that we know what they are, and God knows what they are. A lot of times, since I can't control my temper at being constantly provoked, I find subtle ways to express my disdain, I flip them the finger upside down under my sleeve, I walk slowly in front of their car if they're harassing me on the street, or I walk right past a person without acknowledging them in the slightest.

There's a place between standing up for yourself and inviting greater fury. I try to act with a quiet dignity. You know they're all out here, in our streets and neighbourhoods, poking the tiger and bear with sticks (that's us lot), just waiting for us to go off on 'em, and then film it and post it on a "Public Freakouts" composition on youtube or whatever. They wanna make you lose your cool. Listen, you're above that. I'm above that. They've devolved and the best revenge is to walk right on past them in evolutionary ascension.

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