Friday, December 18, 2009


I'm being forced into a break again as the ol' arm is doing that thing again. So here's a mish-mosh.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Not anymore. I have sketches, they're just my regular old boring sketches, I wish I could get rid of Mishenka but he's the only one sending things out to me (hint hint, little buddies).

But I can't post them now because they're not done.

Sunday, December 13, 2009


I'm having a hard time reading words, my focus is leaving.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

This is an explanation of what happens from the Gate Maitofif.

Before something is released from the Gate, it sends out A. Bugs. These bugs crawls, they tickle and sometimes they hurt, and they fill my head and it swells. I get very irritable, very swollen and frustrated.

The bugs then calm, and form the B. Phantasm. The phantasm is whatever information the Fallen People have chosen to send out to me at that time. It is a mix of black and white, because I'm not sure what it's going to turn into. It swirls around a bit and leaves me guessing.

The Phantasm splits and the first half becomes either a:
c.1 - Pearl - A lighter visual. This leaves me feeling pleasant and light.
c.2 - Rook - A darker visual. This leaves me dark and wanting death.

The second half becomes D. The Lore. This is the auditory sent.

It all combines to make E. The Entity.

After the Entity has been complete, I'm left empty for awhile.

Do you see now?

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


This is the Tryptich.

Thursday, December 3, 2009


I'm going to explain something here, because my friend told me to write these things out, so I don't have to keep repeating it.

These people and their story are real. They are, and I don't know any other way to prove it to people without them thinking I have a problem. The way I can prove it is by showing the audience what the 'fallen people' have shown to me. This is via my drawings and writing. The fallen people are reaching out to prove to our people on this planet, that they do exist. Because humans are so disinclined to think that another life form has made contact. Well, guess what, they're doing it right now. This is how:

I don't get to go into their world, but they let little phantasms and such out to me via the Maitofif Gate. The reason I don't get everything at once is because they're still living out their story, so I can only get what they've accomplished in their lives so far. They want this shown so we all know that they are real. Don't you want to be heard? Don't we all? So do they.

How does it happen? How do you become a vessel to them? It's nothing you chose. It's in your stars. If everything lined up properly and polar when you were born, they choose you. Because you understand how to get to their world, for it is parallel to your own. I did not know this until recently when my star chart was shown to the astrologists and they told me this chart is unusual and rare, the polarities are so uncommon. They say it's often associated with people who have two sides to them, and cannot choose which one to be. Polarity. That is my chart to the side.

When you are born to the correct star placement, you are tuned into the fallen people's wavelength. It's like radio, almost, but it's transferred mentally. I didn't know any of this, but over the past 2 years it's slowly made itself evident.. and recently it's sped up more. I know why I'm here now.

Medication - oh medications. If I were to tell my psych about this, she'd thrown more meds at me. Do you know what those do? Block the wiring signals from their world to mine. Everything will have been wasted and lost. Everything I've worked hard on will become moot. And the fallen people will not be able to prove themselves real, and they'll be lost. And mad at me. They depend on me.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Praise It

I learned a lesson today - I'm being watched for one, for two - shut off the IM clients and SMS messages. Being watched okay, it leaves room for input and such, but then there is voyeurism. You.