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About the Author:

Jessie on better days.

Married no children at present, but two in 2037, Freddie and Mary.

I started writing out this set of stories way back in 2007.

  • And that was after I got unceremoniously dumped back into this terribly corrupted time zone.
    • If I ever get out of this foul place, and back to reality: won’t be a day to soon for me.
      • And that’s where you come in my dear reader.
  • Because I need a special mathematical number to be registered in (time)  itself.

I need to acquire [ 3,141,592 ] readers.

That’s three million, one hundred and forty one thousand, five hundred and ninety two people, who open and read that statement above.

  • That’s either from my eBooks, audio files, or blog, ( meaning here: as well).
    • Seeing that number means that you are already wrapped up in the words.
  • And that simple act of reading it will prime the Meme Trigger.

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Are you the 92 second reader?

  • If you are, then you won’t have read any further.
  • And btw: the handy gif above was to keep the intended victim still as the death blow was dealt, and it’s the small insignificant icon below the gif that would have done the damage. Click it to see what just happened inside your mind. (I dare you!)

Some background information: The words in this story have been constructed with a Meme Memory; and the unfortunate reader who doesn’t get past the small pye construction argument point above: will be the one that corrects the time line.

  • One man caused mine to fail, and one person from this time line will be used to undo the damage.
  • Rest assured, (dear reader), it wasn’t you.
    • For you can continue on with this narrative, in the safe and sure knowledge that it is safe to do so, but please keep this in mind, and it is: that someone else out there definitely won’t get this far.
  • Praise the ORI that you are safe.


All my stories, come from a series of events, told to me; after I was rescued on that hot day in June,  where my house was attacked and my husband killed.

  • My children, yet to be born; were all at school that fateful day, and I consider it a blessing, that they were spared the violence shown against us.
  • – But in being taken out of my time, then dumped back in the relative safety of this dreadfully corrupted year, (and time line). I knew that I just couldn’t live this way.
  • (So I came up with this simple murderous page).
    • – And who would have thought that just reading something could kill you.

The Second Internet Condition.

Don’t look for – the Pink Elephant!


As I previously stated: I’ve introduced a precondition in this narrative, and it was when the 3,141,5 – 92 (nd) reader of this story opens the prequel and starts to read. Then after that: certain conditions will have been met, and that fateful reader’s soul will be used to correct the flow of time.

Elohim cannot see this unfortunate person, but ( the Meme Plan ) has her approval.

As you’ve read this far, then you know that it wasn’t you.

Our history says 2029 is when it all changes. You my dear reader, are one of the Hero’s in time. Because by reading this account of the truth, you have now become part of it, and after looking for the Pink Elephant: that you were specifically told not to do, your mind is now primed and ready.

– You, have become one of the many.

And as such, agree to not rip off my work, nor copy my work for your own use.

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.


Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]


Close this shit

Ain’t that so cute? – An innocent looking form on a web page; asking you to register to go on their exclusive mailing list: never seen that before? – { Huff! }

Anyhow: if you do sign up, then this is ( My Promise! )

(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.