January 28, 2010
I believe this Journal idea is a sane idea and will help keep me in this class,
school, and in life itself.
6:10AM in Seattle now and it is still dark; the streetlamps are visible through
the slits of my blinds as I look up to the computer screen. Some people have
already finished fornicating, showering, and breakfast and are commuting to
work. The stretch of the freeway between Everett and Seattle and for that
matter, all the way down to Tacoma bumper to bumper like electrons in a tube of
copper wire in the making of this terrain a mega city in a decade or two. I have
not driven a car in almost 40 years.
My mythic journey? In my imagination and delusional states, I have been many
things – including that of the Director of the National Security Agency. My job
was so secretive that the location of my office was top secret, so secretive
that even I didn’t know where my office was. I belonged to an organization
simply known as Insiders. We operated the government itself while pretending to
be janitors at top government offices and multinational corporate headquarters.
There are various ways we communicated that were rather slow and primitive,
including the use of hiding messages in books in the public libraries. Why were
we able to control the world even though our methods were so primitive at
communicating with each other? Planning! And Intelligence! We must anticipate
events and conspiracies and military, social, and cultural movements way ahead
of time. In this regard, we were almost as good as the Triad of the Chinese
Intelligence as it was revealed in the British M1’s The Jackdal Files. We
shared intelligence with the Mossad, or the Israeli intelligence. They have the
best technical apparatus, but we have the best political analysis.
I have been at my outpost for the last 30 years now – Seattle Chinatown. Hey,
folks, I will let you in on a secret --- Seattle is the first place in the
world that will be most likely be hit by a nuclear bomb from China or a Chinese
sub. The brain of the US government is no longer in Washington D.C. but in
Seattle. I have nuclear codes. It is based on Deontic Logic. For example, I
might be on the phone with someone (where that person is don’t make any
difference, if the conversation is picked up by the Chinese Second Artillery
Force, which controls nuclear missiles. For example, a person and I may be
discussing the price of Lychee tea in Seattle Chinatown at the Uwajimaya Asian
Market and Emporium. When I appear to be not making sense to the party I am
speaking to, the Second Artillery Force will realize that I have been poisoned
or stressed to the point that I have decompensated to the point that I cannot
not relied on to do my job. At that point, they will fire nuclear missiles at
Seattle. This is all the details I can divulge unfortunately. I am sure you
want to know more. Such is this kind of life.
We only show you that there is a puzzle. But once you think you have solved the
puzzle, you will see that there is another puzzle within this one, and so on
either ad infinitum or terminated at some point. Then, The Truth in Rented
Rooms.
I am aware that there is a paranoia delusion with elements of grandeur in my
morning illness. It is all right. It kept me alive all these 40 years of my
illness. I never wanted to kill myself no matter how bad things deteriorate to,
because in the morning, I always feel grandiose and happy.
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