Some ancient Eastern shit that like no fucker knows about

Seem to feel about the living room a bit like we did about this room last year before hospital. Its all gonna start and end with the same scum bags isn't, you feel the resentment in the Scottish women handing me over to the English establishment types at the door here because they weren't the English establishment types that would bull shit and groom them. They were the types to be reminding the women of the place in front of me and they didn't like that all and were almost a desperate to take such men down as they were determined to protect and maintain the slavery.

Think this was a time when we were taken from Dundee and after the times before when it was becoming increasingly obvious that their long term programming had not been working like it was supposed to. We were quite awake, very focused on our plans and they were not their usual arrogant confident selves they were quieter and looked deeply worried. The verbal bit went more or less like they would of expected but when one of them stepped forward to grab we put our head and our arms up and looked him straight in the eye.. which wasn't supposed to be possible for me to do we could see the panic in four of them. They started frantically saying trigger words and we acted confused then like one of them worked and put our head down again. Knowing they would be taking us home sharpish. They had to make calls though and we knew we would have to fight if the level above them got involved that night but we knew there wasn't much, not in terms of skill anyway left and there would not want to risk them to us acting unpredictable. My god the relief we felt when we overheard one of them say nothing was being done about me that night.

We realised we didn't actually have to keep our head down and pretend or keep ourself out of it anymore, there was nothing they could do about it. It felt to horrid though so we went back down and went deaf and mute when they tried to talk to me. They led us back to the car and during the drive back to Dundee we used the time and silence in the car to slowly and carefully bring ourself round and actually ended up enjoying the scenery and the change, the massive change in our chances. Think when we got back to Fintry we just ignored them got out the car and went home, one of our sisters was waiting for us

Of course any "ancient Scottish torture skills" were appropriated, maintained and controlled by English long, long ago. Scotland is where they practice their colonial skills and ideologies then expect the same shit to work elsewhere and get surprised when people resist. It was quite powerful stuff but we knew they had searched for and incorporating skills in producing a dissociated fully controllable subject from a human being for a very long time and that as they were thieves reading lines and did not fully understand what they were doing.

Still though because if it's "supposed" to be some of the most powerful programming we have had it will be in slave head. It is annoying that much of it still functions although the forces that made them powerful are gone and there wasn't much above of the rich posh English, Americans with other slaves sometimes and old Eastern stuff we haven't undone much of and is really not known about at all so we don't get asked about it.

We had to walk away when English folk who have earned our trust were talking about possible plans to get Sonny and me together so we wouldn't leak them. We knew it would be impossible for us to trust them completely considering their accents, where they were educated, the families they were from etc and also knew we need not worry about them planning the opposite to because there were plenty that will never take their eyes of them. Doesn't feel likely that there will a knock at the door and it's Sonny being dropped of my some English military type. Especially now they can't use Liz to convince us they alive enough to reject slavery. They can keep her well broken in twin that can only follow instructions but they can't keep my mum's pal, she is not very good at making friends and they need each other.

There is much less anxiety and power in the triggers after you tell lots of people and have them told about what has happened and what is planned. It really breaks the spell. I don't think there is anything that cant break slaver mind though not once they fully installed it and cut of any connections to anything else. Of all the sciences and arts and skills humanity could of been perfecting but not here they did away with all that focused everything into taking, making and keeping slaves so they would not have to worry about anything else.. It's a shame that its all happened, that there has been so much intentional horror and suffering for so long we hope it gets better for them soon but we hope it gets better for us sooner.

They expected and tried to get us to speed work through the Brexit negotiations, anything they got out of us they lost but that means they have to torture others for it.. we are sorry about that but we are not here to suffer and be used as a weapon against our own interests to ease the suffering of others and thinking we would just shows your satanic slave mind in action. Where is the value in humanity if some are made to suffer, that's not a faith to help get you through its a political and economic system to keep you angry scared stupid and in your place. Indeed the enforcers think slavery in democratic states is hilarious because if people don't vote as their told they could end up a slave so they all do exactly as they are told.. If we can speak we only ever have one answer "that's not democracy." .. We get various nastiness and promises of punishments for that.

Don't know if the major script holders in the East are still a thing. We remember clearing one location out or rather getting in to collect the materials after the drone hit it to destroy them and stop the Americans or their allies or enemies from getting a hold of them. We thought for a minute when we had those few sheets of paper in our hands about how strange it was that so much misery and power can be deemed from a few sheets of paper until another bit of us reminded us it was a sheets of paper in many wrong hands and massive programs of violence and oppression.  Well at least we could get rid of the few sheets of paper. We really wished and wish we could do something about the culture these programs have made but we have tried but just get treated with so much hate it's impossible.

Love you Sonny thinking about you a lot like we said we would be able to by now. Hope you get to finally meet Pablo soon and see our Friends again.


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