I’ve been good and emotional for the past few weeks, but today, all of those emotions materialized in the form of tears. I had so much compassion for the people of the World. Such sorrow seemed to cry out from stranger’s graves – some fresh and unstirred, some old and forgotten. Why did they contact me this morning? Why did I have to be a conduit for the World’s pain? Could it have been a trick of the third eye; that confusion from the World’s mixed emotions is the thing we all need? Confusion is the magic drug that can protect all of our delicate wireworks. Those at the top of the pyramid bottle it, and sell it back to us in the form of our greatest fear. That fear is what kills us. Not them. Not really. Not when the only crimes they’re allowed to commit are invading our privacy, and broadcasting our hidden nightmares to the rules and regulations of 3D. Our hidden nightmares lull us to sleep. Not them. They’re just amazingly skilled at invading our privacies. They know all about the weak points in our armor. Where’s the little bubble that’s supposed to protect our privacy? They make good and sure we stay ignorant to the bubble. They dumb us down to the fact of its existence. The intent is to dumb us down, to take our rich lifeforces as we slave away in the Matrix – while we’re wide open and asleep. Gotta givem an ‘A’ for backmasking emotions – the songs, the tears, the dreams, the media. All of that stuff’s praiseworthy; however, I cannot join their low vibrational society. My lifeforce is naturally alkaline. It serves no worldly purpose.