Electricity

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Electricity.
When I was nine years old, I had only one passion. I was always busy to experiment with electricity.
Today I wish I had never delivered myself to this passion. I can kneel on the ground of decency and deeply immense sorrow.
I was a wizard. I made phenomenal discoveries.
I want to indicate expressly that it were re-discoveries, whispered by illustrious predecessors. It was better that I had closed my ears with beeswax and had tied me up, so that I could have resisted this sweet whispering, these seductions. I was however floated by my youthful recklessness and frankness.
I did not have any limit.
Excuses, deep excuses.
I invented a special method of teleportation. The method that is used nowadays by the Lombards.
Moreover, I was fascinated enormously by crawling into the mind of other beings. I must confess that I came on the idea, directly after this invention, to link it with a pyramid game**, based on the game of goose. One can come in prison. On the other hand, more terrible: in the well, where nobody can climb out.
In that time, I was addicted to this game of goose and molested everybody in order to play.

The same day I have given up this combination of invention and idea. I considered them very contemptible. Too late, I had already told it to JW. He has implanted them in our world. In this way every being, the complete Creation, has come, in his power.
My anger grows with the day and increases to a hurricane of the heaviest category and that has been expressed still slightly.

At the top image you see, left and right, an image of the God Hermes, a half-brother of the arc-god Apollo.
I photoshopped his head to give an idea what someone sees during a phase of teleportation.
Frequently I have seen this. The first time I was, as far as I remember, in this life, nine years old. In one of the days just after my re-discovery, JW held a small bone in the focus of the electric equipment.
‘This is a bone of me. From seven hundred years ago. It is a bone of my bad part,’ JW said, sniffering of pleasure.
A man appeared nearly immediately between the electrodes. With in his head exactly the same savings as in the image of Hermes. First, it did think me immediately of the crown made from rosewood on the head of Jesus. To the thorns of it.
‘Is that the small rat,’ the man called and jumped down on me. Frenziedly of joy.
It became dark in my eyes and hid myself behind every tree I could find.

Above described memories came up in Thailand when I was looking to the film:
The Passion of The Christ.
The moment a soldier thrust a javelin in the body of Jesus a rain of sparkles was coming out of the wound instead of blood.

*voor a proof of teleportation you can go to the next link : Chair of Frankenstein.

** pyramid game. In Chapter 51 I explain this game, specially in this case. The chapter is not yet translated.

New York. (Next item in Overview Links)

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