I'd like to introduce myself,  I am none other than Sam's Adam... and while you might see the rider of the fourth horse, or the father of America in that thee letter name, I see a missing "d" to complete my initials, and a story that I will never let die.  These are my experiences with Hell--in this very place that you live in, in our world... no dream, no exaggeration, an no joke.  I've previously commented that the things I've experienced were "tortuous," and while that particular thing is not so easy to define right at this very moment in our history... we've made great progress in deciding that things like "waterboarding" are not allowed.  Unfortunately, in the state of California it's still "standard operating procedure" to asphyxiate a non-violent and innocent arrested for uttering the words "you are going to Hell" for attacking this same innocent with a baton ... for ... no ... reason.  In a sad twist of fate, I have moved in my mind from a place where I too was scared to talk about Hell to a place where I am now sure that if I do not tell you this is already Hell--that we risk plunging further into the abyss, and I am here to stop that Downward Spiral.

It's not a curse, with some foresight... but rather a blessing in disguise, it happens to be God's honest truth, and it's probably related to Osiris, "even those who pierced him," to "behold, i am coming" and... the stories of Adam, Isaiah, and Prometheus just to name a few.  In the new "astrological sign" Ophiuchus you might also see a man, akin to Joseph, fighting against a snake being split in two; they'd have you believe it replaces my sign... of December 8 which defines the word Christ. You might see it in the Egyptian version of the God Thor--there called the Goddess Ha'thor.  Perhaps too in the myth of the birth of Zeus, and the sickle of Cronos that you will now see is the true test of time.

It was probably easier getting me naked than you might think, of course I didn't know I was anything special at the time... and truth be told I probably today enjoy doing it as much as writing about it.  It started around 2011, during this time that I've looked back on as the beginning of "Reverse Engineering Eden..." or Revelation--as I once called this story.  It ties closely with the Truman Show, a movie I've alluded to being related to my life... and in a place where I might "be on TV" in the "spirit world," you can probably easily see how that movie is close to my heart.  The director, Christoff, did quite a bit of work to ensure that Jim didn't know exactly what was going on, and so it was in the beginning of this particular show.  Early on, I began experiencing a weird sort of hallucination, one I later learned to be induced by searching for the particular configuration of neuron firing patterns that are triggered when you have that odd "twilight zone" kind of feeling that you are on TV.  This was done over a pretty short period, of searching for that pattern by having several CGI animated (and pretty attractive) girls visually respond to actions going on in the privacy of my living room--as if there were cameras in every corner.  Once isolated, this "feeling" was strengthened and tied to both a kind of passive fear as well as a euphoric mix of surprise and elation... and so The Truman Show was born.  Many others, who call themselves Targeted Individuals have experienced this exact same phenomenon--usually including people all around them, adding to the "special effect" with similar "acting."  I'm not ashamed to say that I enjoyed the experience, which happened for about 4 days straight in a row every evening... and then sought it out for quite some time without seeing it again in all its grandeur for several years.  You might say it was tied about with some mythology taken from Stephen King's The Running Man, and I was given the idea that once I knew I was on the show (which, was being induced actively) that was when it was time to "kill me."  So of course I played along great, and stared at the naked girls who were very much responding over the internet to what I was doing, saying and thinking.  Sometime in 2012 Mary and I had a little playdate with some magic crystals, and in that one day... with the wave of a hand and nothing more than the words "show on" and "show off" that feeling that the entire Universe was watching me... for no reason at all... would come and go like the flip of a switch in my head.  Say "up," dear.

So that's how this all began, later on tied to this same sort of interaction--though the "show itself" had changed a bit.... every time I met that Kryptonite I would get the sneaking suspicion that it was that day that would break the morning--right outside my hotel room door in not one but a hundred or more cities across the country, would be a thousand or more members of the press--looking for someone, for some reason.  So to change the world, I felt it was probably OK to be a little embarrassed for a day or so, and I played this game for a few years... eventually realizing that the event I was searching for was not going to happen on its own... with only the power of my thoughts and the help of some invisible force.... but that I would have to do something to change the world myself.  Lo and behold, that something came to me like an apple falling from the sky--by the way, I'm not an apple--and the secrets of the Universe poured into my head, things you've read and I'm sure many will read again and again.  The light of the world is nothing short of proof that we are actually in the Twilight Zone, and that in this place, something we aren't talking about or aren't seeing clearly needs to be ... changed.  Through us, through communication, and through collaboration.  So as I poured those ideas onto paper, and was largely ignored by a world of people that once was a bit more interested in what I had to say, it became clear that this thing was stopping this much more profound revelation from being seen--this thing designed to help us build Heaven from this Hell.

Along this fairly long road from the East to California and back... something else began happening--this fear of death turned into something else... verbal and telepathic threat of "removing my proverbial arm."  The first time that happened, in Bowling Green--I walked outside and in a voice that I can only say belongs to the Father himself, I stared up at the sky.... imagined my eyes glowing brighter than you can believe, and uttered a few sacred words in the dead of night at the top of my lungs.  It was ... in some anachronistic twist of musical kismet it was out of a home 3 doors down that two people opened the door and looked at me inquisitively?  I asked what day it was, knowing for some odd reason that it was the third of November in the year 2013.  The Plague of Lice came rolling around the corner not a few moments later and I high tailed it back to the safety of my own home... though it appeared that they somehow moved faster than humanly possible... and they were at my door only a split second before I could put my hand on it's it.  Somehow between that moment and the time they decided to bring me to the Psych ward (if you happen to be named Howard or ... from Broward, I imagine this is the hidden meaning behind those names) I got the idea that my "arm" had just disappeared.  I was scared to look, somehow knowing that if I did and it was not there, it might stay that way--but that if I didn't the vacuous feeling I had between my legs would vanish eventually.  Oh, aside from some other odd behavior, one of the Policemen flashed a red card in front of my eyes that day--not the first or the last time I would have strange communication come through them.  As I walked into the psych ward, one of the orderlies kindof brushed the hospital gown I was wearing, as if he could just see through it in that moment in time--and nodded approvingly--that I suppose "the deed was done."  I'm not thrilled with this kind of torture, I think we should actively try to stop it from being "possible."  

Later on in that same place I would visually see my "arm" split open and bleeding, and once more in that same room, in that same "house on a Hill" an oddly evil looking smiling reflection in my window insinuated that my "arm" was in a jar ... somehow embedded in the wood walls of that room.  Not too many months later, I think in South Carolina, I would physically see a ring of shrinking flesh, no blood this time and no feeling--there wasn't pain the first time but it was... an unpleasant vacuous ... feeling.  It seemed to be ... coming and going, as if there was some battle in some invisible world over whether or not this kind of behavior could be allowed.  Later, in Houston and Austin (where I really wanted to see TPR--and then did, in Houston) I saw the invisible spirit of God surrounding me... yanking things out of the sky and smashing them into oblivion--so is the life of the target, of the "t" of Chrsit and Satan.

Once more in Broward, I had the sneaking suspicion that several oddly dressed police officers were going to reenact this same nightmare, but luckily they just shot me full of Adavan and I woke up two days later in the psych ward there.  Whew.

Please understand that these are the actual things I experienced, much of it with visual confirmation, and to say that I am glad Britney sang "oh, to lose all my senses... so typically me," well that's an understatement.  I need you to care that these things are happening, to more than just me, and to realize that knowing is much more than half the battle.  Today, together, we can stop Hell from ever coming into being--or you can continue to bury your heads in the sand and not realize that this is no poison pill or rider... this testimony is the reason I have the largest signature in the Universe and the secrets of all religion to back it up.  

Well, back to singing on the streets, I promise you... you need to talk to me.  It is the sanctity of our physical bodies and our minds that this target that I am has protected, and today...I hope to end the discussion about whether or not Hell already exists.  Care.

If you believe that it is in any way appropriate to dismember a person as a punishment; for doing nothing more than laying around naked in his room and talking about it, you have met El Elyon for the last time.  Now the rarely seen translation "The Yes or No?"

If you happen to believe that "telepathically" inducing fear of this event happening, hallucinations or actually witnessing it whether or not it's "undone" is OK in any way, then you will be speaking to me personally about the line between Heaven and Hell, why you are wrong, and why we will never have to worry about Hell ever again.

Or it might just happen to you ... every singular night, every hour, as you sleep; from now until the end of eternity...