THE SECRET SONG

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, i think i`ll go and eat worms...Big fat juicy ones, little tiny skinny ones, see them wriggle and squirm..
Bite their heads off chew their skins. them throw them all away....Oh nobody knows how much i like my worms three times a day :D
What? Are you guys getting hungry or something?
 
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, i think i`ll go and eat worms...Big fat juicy ones, little tiny skinny ones, see them wriggle and squirm..
Bite their heads off chew their skins. them throw them all away....Oh nobody knows how much i like my worms three times a day :D
What? Are you guys getting hungry or something?

I have been having difficulty sleeping and eating for the stress I am under right now.

I am doing it again. I thought it went away, but I keep doing it. It is very strange. It is as if I am somehow connected to time/space on a metaphysical level. I will go through a period where I am extremely moody, I am excited and depressed and easily agitated. My thinking goes into some kind of turbulent distorted over-drive mode. I gasp a lot and my stomach tightens so that I am not hungry. I also crave sweet things. It lasts anywhere from a couple of days to weeks, then something key or significant will happen and it is relieved. It is like I am anticipating events and circumstances with some bizarre form of ESP. It is as if I am feeling something out of sinc, but then it is relieved and balanced once things are in sinc again. It is telling me that I am on schedule.

...either that or someone brain raped me as a very small child, and inserted precisely timed instructions into my head. ...like "You will do X on date Y, then proceed to Z".

Additionally, someone has been communicating with me for quite a while, trying to tell me things that do not fit into the normal perception of reality, but are supported by a great many pieces of evidence that cannot be dismissed, that say it is very real. This is causing my mind to split into two(or more) directions, and further exacerbates my turbulent state.

The overall message is something profound and beautiful, that I suspect is nothing but customized time traveling psy-ops meant to set me up for something disappointing enough to cause me to snap. I ain't buying it. And I already snapped a few years ago. I have been playing along just in case it is indeed real. Because that would be totally awesome. But it is obviously bullshit. If it were real, it would be clear forthright and without doubt, and would have already happened.

They WAY over-played it. They think they can stall and continue with their bullshit, when in reality, they are in big trouble. If they can do that, they can all get on a plane and come knock on my door. They do not. 'Macho Man' and associates are going to suffer. It matters not what their excuses are. They have very limited choices. They can make me 12 again, produce the carrot, go back in time and either correct their mistakes or simply mind their own fuking business, ...or suffer. They chose to suffer.

So, if I am an asshole. Please try to understand. I am stressed for people who have been fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me and fuking with me for a long time.
 
You need to get out more and find yourself a woman

...the 'right' woman.

Forgive me if I find your response unamusing.

Let me explain something to you....

How many ways are there to identify an individual in specific terms that can be encrypted? (That is rhetorical) O.K., while you think about that, consider it as what I will call a data set. There are two data sets that match up perfectly together that can be found all over history. All of it lines up in absolute perfect order, and in context of reality to say the same thing over and over and over.

It is her identity and my identity, and in the context of marriage and family. Part of that is what has been referred to as "The Secret Song".

The significance of The Secret Song is that it is a cryptic message from 26 years ago that pertains to events and circumstances in late 2015. And it is not something I have to question about how it got there because I actually witnessed it and have it in my memory as well as sitting right here with me.

What it says is that she knew of my/her future at age 13. It says that she was instructed what to do and say. It says that someone from the future was in contact with her.

Coincidentally, I found another rather large cryptic message that, not only corresponds with everything else all over time, but also says that it was her in contact with herself, possibly accompanied by me.

Even more coincidental, I found a picture. In the background of that picture is a man that looks a lot like myself. It is a little difficult to say for sure, but it does look a lot like me.The problem is that I was only a boy when the pic was taken. This says that I was indeed accompanying her. It says that her and I have to find each other, then go back to find our younger selves to ensure that we reunite as adults.

It would explain whatever I did, my state of madness, as a side effect of time travel. It says the person you call John Titor is my wife and I. Not to mention that the name is a code that can apply to either/both of us.

That is problematic. Why? ...because she is presumed dead, yet I find evidence that she is somewhere alive and well, and possibly looking for me. I have even been told I am a time traveler by people who would know the difference. This drives me absolutely insane.

I cannot find her. This is a problem .There is a very real possibility that her DNA and my DNA are in a lot of people. If it is true, if I do not find her and make this happen, there could be rather unfavorable consequences. And my stress level is very high in not being able to determine definitive truth, and not being able to ensure her safety and well being.

I have to consider that, in my state of madness, she found me, became disgusted with me, and is long gone, having never given me the chance to straighten things out. I have to consider that all of these games people play have interfered, that subsequently, something has gone terribly wrong and I will not be able to find her. I will probably die.

At the very least, I need to know the truth. If she is indeed alive, then I need to find her A.S.A.P. I just want to know she is O.K.

If all is well, I would probably try to marry her, serve her, love and protect her to no end. If she hates me, then I will accept it and wish her luck anyway and be on my way. If she found someone else and already created a family without me, then I will wish her the best and go, hopefully to contact her on occasion as to know she is still O.K. If she is an absolute train-wreck laying in a ditch somewhere in a drug induced coma, then I will drag her out of it and nurse her back to health.

Whatever the case, I consider her a friend. And friends look out for each other. And that's what I would like to do. If she is dead, then I need to explain all these other things that contradict that. Whatever the case, I need to know definitive truth. ...A.S.A.P.

In addition to all of that, there are people who are using coded messages telling me that she is indeed out there looking for me. They string me along playing games, sending me on 'wild goose chases' for what seems to be entertaining themselves with acts of cruelty. They read this thread and me saying this is bullshit, and then respond with assurance that it is not, that she is indeed alive looking for me.

Then why has she not contacted me? ...because it is all bullshit.

Not long ago, I got a message to go to a location. I wasn't sure if it was correct or what to think, so I went anyway for the off chance that it could be so. Even a small chance is worth it to me. I had to hurry to make it. I got there and saw a beautiful young woman who did look a lot like her. I talked to her briefly, but she knew nothing about it. I got spooked, thinking that perhaps someone was using a decoy to manipulate or kill me or something, and promptly left.

Those who play such games are going to suffer and die unless they can produce her in the flesh. It is that simple. I suspect they cannot. Hell, for all I know, it could have been all planned to destroy me long ago before I had any clue about any of this stuff. It could be a woman that I have never met using her as an avatar to communicate, or maybe kill me. I have no idea. I just know I am fed up with bullshit and this god awful planet full of selfish evil humans. I am absolutely mad in not finding definitive answers.

This whole ordeal has consumed the better part of my life. I am kind of 'all in' at this point. It is not like I can just fold my cards. I can, but I am not out of the game just yet.

So it is not so simple as to just go out and find a woman. Nope. I am kind of locked into something where I am dealing with a large complex unorthodox set of parameters and circumstances that does not apply to anything you may define as normalcy.
 
Or just a long winded babbling fool that has finally blew a fuse?

Well I thought I did a really good job of debunking the John Titor story by showing that the laser photo is fake. But it never occurred to me that pretending to be schizophrenic, due to being affected by the story, might also work as a debunking tactic as well. In addition to making the whole site look bad, because we now appear to have a resident mental ward escapee.
 

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