A Continent Away, Incontinent Sway

I am now in Brussels, prepared to attend this year's Bilderberg meeting at the Chateau Du Lac.

There are no chupacabras in Europe and very few Mothmen. But there are so many people.

My thoughts have been much clearer since I arrived in Belgium. Something back in Texas has been eating my thoughts and secreting strange phrases. An astral parasite?

I may remain in Belgium. Severing ties to my old life will not be that hard.

When Your Mind is Not Your Own

The words in my last post did not come from me.

I typed them out and I published the post. But they're not my words. They're not my thoughts.

Increasingly, I find the thoughts in my head are not my own. Why now, so close to the Bilderberg meeting? I need to stay focused. I need to stay alert.

Have I spent too much time among the chupacabras? Am I becoming as them?

The chupacabras, these abominations, with black hearts and unspeakable faces. I feel closer to them than I do to people.

The Mothman I talked to stopped showing up at the mall.

As It Will Be

Orange on green, the sun's rays on grass
Blue is the sky
Yellow and red devour them in a fire
Falling, falling, falling
Other colors come and go
For them, it won't end well
Fleeing, fleeing, fleeing
From the sky
From the alleys
From beneath
From our cherished beliefs
Run from that which you hold dear
Never stop running
'Til metal consumes you
Gray smoke
Gray sky
Red flashes
The color of blood, the tint of the mind
Pink, can't you see?
Even infinity isn't forever
Orange on green return to Earth
Life goes on
Never stop running

Vanishment

I have no idea where the second half of today's earlier post went. All I know is that it's gone.

Someone stole it. Who? Why? I can't say.

The really horrible thing, though, is that I tried finishing the post here. I tried typing out the rest again from memory, but the words wouldn't come. They've vanished.

The Ugly Butterfly

The Mothman does not have the chupacabra's knack for hiding. Why isn't he noticed? Mothmen are not as common as the chupacabra, but you'll find two or three in any crowded shopping mall, mixed in with the human crowds.

Try to approach them and they'll even chat with you for a while. Not that they have anything interesting to say.

The first Mothman I brought up the courage to speak to was a scraggly fellow who liked to

In the Corner of Your Eye, Do You See the Sneaky Beast?

Despite the infrequency at which chupacabras are noticed, they're quite abundant. Not just across Mexico or the southern United States, but worldwide. They're excellent at hiding their mass numbers as well as their very existence as a species.

But they're everywhere. There are probably at least one or two living in your house.

It's not that you don't see them. You simply don't notice them. Fleeting, doglike shadows in your peripheral vision. You see them, but your brain decides they don't exist because they don't make sense. Surely a creature with a shape so grotesque, so unholy could never truly be.

It's possible to program your brain to accept what your eyes send it, but it takes practice and a lot of idle time. The Bilderberg Bunch doesn't have this sort of time, of course, which is how I'm able to infiltrate their meetings unnoticed.

Take a tip from the chupacabra and become virtually invisible. But what you see when you become such will not be pleasant. The brain chooses to ignore what it does because the truth will drive you insane.

The Men Who Stole the Planet

I'll start with the most important, which is also the riskiest. One false step and I'll vanish before I have a chance to enlighten you.

Did you know that the world is run by one government? No... Not much of a government, really. More of a council of men who alter the flow of history as they please. Who are they? I can't answer that. Not because I don't know the answer. I do. They have no names.

But the council... You've probably heard its name in the past.

The Bilderberg Bunch.

You've heard of their annual meetings. You know of their secrecy. Here's what you don't know: there are only twelve men in the council.

So why do the Bilderberg meetings consist of over a hundred people a year?

I can't tell you that here. But I can tell you when and where this year's meeting will occur.

June 1 through June 4. The Chateau Du Lac Hotel. Brussels, Belgium.

I'll be there. And they know I'll be there. But they won't be able to find me.

At the End of a Dream, There is a New Sky

Is an introduction really necessary? What matters isn't who I am, but what I have to say. And wow, do I have a lot to say. The question is who will listen.

Are you listening? Then answer this.

Are our eyelids for closing, to protect our eyes from dust and sunlight? Or do they come naturally closed at birth so we may open them when we decide we're ready?

Is it a silly question? It's an important one to me. Especially here, where there are so many eyes.

And they're all watching me. And they're all watching you. And not all of them are human.

If you want to know the secrets of this world, I have them. I won't pry your eyes open by force, but I hope to at least help those who don't realize theirs are still closed.