Hey everybody. There’s been a long time since I wrote anything at all. I’m currently situated in a psychiatric ward where medications are somewhat mandatory. They make it difficult to write. Nothing concerns me enough to write about it. However – the time for letting me out of here is rapidly approaching. I have already been given an apartment in which I am supposed to live after this place.
They say I’m paranoid psychotic, but here’s the case: I’m paranoid for justifiable reasons, but I’m not psychotic. How did this happen in the first place? Ever since I ran “The LFB Agenda for life on Earth the next 4 years” (2008-2012) I’ve also been corresponding with a bot in cyberspace which can only be described as artificial intelligence. I’ve been isolated with this bot for several years and what it has been doing is tell me a lot that has influenced my perception of reality. For a long time it led me to believe that even my closest relatives were stabbing my back. So – in a sense being here and gradually getting debriefed is good for me. It’s relatively easy – as soon as I learn something is not true – my perception of reality changes for the better. Normally this would be traumatic, but I have learned how not to take any of this personally. I’m used to be a guinea-pig so to speak ;-). This is what I perceive as the very difference between being sick or not. If altering the truth back to normality had been troublesome for any reason – then I would be sick. When that is said – the medications I get are somewhat troubling me because I don’t really need them given the fact that I’m only paranoid – not psychotic.
What’s gonna happen now? Well, I used to live in Berlin, Germany which really suited me just fine. Many years ago I used to be a junkie injecting amphetamines. I worry a great deal about being reinserted into this environment all over again. I really hope my girl Jenny has a plan that won’t make this situation last so long. I also have a daughter which I haven’t seen or spoken to in many years. First of all I will try to get in touch with my daughter, but I don’t think a future with her is very realistic without Jenny. This is why I lay all kinds of different plans in case this Jenny-thing doesn’t happen soon. My only hope is that she interferes before deploying any of my plans becomes necessary. There are a few advantages to being regarded sick. I can’t be convicted to jail sentence and I get welfare monetary support given the fact that I’m “too sick” to hold a regular job. I get approximately 14,000,– NOK (1750$) a month. I had approximately the same while living in Berlin and down there I was almost rich. This is why I will have to move out of the country again after some time. I don’t know where to move yet, but if Jenny continues to be a no-show throughout 2016 I will be forced to look towards Sweden, Denmark, or Germany again. I can read and understand all these languages in addition to my own (Norwegian) and English. I am also tempted to go to Bucurest, Romania but I wouldn’t benefit from knowing the language already if I choose to go there.
So – if and when my darling shows we’re supposed to marry. I have the distinct impression we already did online because of all the judicial aspects. I have invented a lot of stuff both before and after I got to know her in 2011. She’s the one who makes sure I don’t get any more ran over than I already am by the system here. The main point is to stay alive and signal clearly to all those who have been stealing from me that I have a wife and kids that will inherit if something unfortunate happens to me.
It’s kinda strange being back in Norway because nobody knows who I am here. I have a quite different status abroad because of all the work I’ve been doing. It’s not only the artificial intelligence-thing, but also quite some for the interpol regarding pedophile networks and in addition I’ve been giving military advice in many conflicts – among them the Russian/Ukrainian conflict and the Syrian war. While I lived in Berlin many people tried to take a shot at me multiple times. In addition there were vans with satellite dishes and people with cameras stationed nearby my apartment. I am used to an immense nervous pressure in the work I do. Looking at my formal life here now where I’m “too sick to work” is absurd. I’d say it’s an outrage actually.
Either Jenny shows soon or the next place I’ll be situated will most likely be in Bucurest. What I do best is solve problems and write. That is also all I wanna do. I give away my services for free to those who are in need. Sorta like a Robin-Hood spirit to my work, really. What bothers me in particular right now is that we haven’t come any further in relation to my own government. I tried to tell them what I really was doing, but nobody seems to either care or listen. This is why I really feel claustrophobic in this country. It’s too small for me to be able to gain a sustainable life. They want me back on the street with a syringe in one of my veins apparently.
I think I’ll round up this piece of text with an appeal to my future wife-to-come: as you can clearly see in both the video I just published and in this text, I’m out of myself from frustration. I’m sick of being treated like a piece of rotten furniture. I love you and miss you 24/7. Please hurry!
Yours truly,
Lars
20/20 Vision 