It keeps going through my mind that what my brothers are doing seems like a microcosm of what the Globulists are doing to Humanity— That Bigger Picture of Unadulterated Evil we’d all like to frame, hang on the wall in a prominent place, and then shoot full of holes with a Mac-10…
That same arrogance, the mind games, the treachery, the excitement of torture/power, the lies lies lies, the gas-lighting, the scornful lack of any kind of decency… And strikingly, the same blather, just like the Big Boys are saying, about “health and safety” (for my parents), but it’s actually all about my brother Marc in his plan, and in my brother John’s plan all about him— THEIR health and safety, with not so much concern for my parents, and an active and malevolent intent for mine.
I have no doubt that the Global situation will be resolved in favor of the People. But for individuals, like me or my parents, I have doubts. No one is fighting by my side, and while I have support from friends, these friends don’t live anywhere close by, and so the isolation and feeling of being persecuted all alone— it’s not the same feeling at all as how I feel about Psychos v. Humanity…
I posted an “outing” of my brother Marc as a psychopath… His attitude yesterday, his contempt, his Vibe, was so repugnant to me, it was all I could do to not just get up and leave. I’ve rarely had the kind of repugnance I felt being near him, ever in my life… He seems to be in the Full Flower of Evil, enjoying his power to cause harm and destruction. It’s not my imagination, and it’s not to do with me at all. I am simply in his way, and if I died tomorrow, he’d surely be happy… I admit I think I’d feel much relief if he dropped dead tomorrow. He is so utterly cavalier about LYING about me, under oath, in a way that is so relentless, remorseless, and so gleefully hurtful— I want to rip his face off his head and frisbee it right out the damn window. Since he lies his face off all the time, ripping might not be necessary; still, it might be cathartic.
It is actually physically disgusting to me to be anywhere near Marc. The obvious pleasure he gets from attacking me— he thinks he is “winning.” It’s pathetic, because he has no other real pleasure in life, at least that I’ve seen in the past decade or so, he has no friends, and this is animating him in a perverse way that reminds me of horror films. He is getting off on hurting me. It’s sick. It makes me shudder, with a physical repulsion.
The same thing is evident in my other brother, with less intensity, and clothed in self-righteousness and a smug arrogance. The vibe from him is a bit different, but also venomous. If I didn’t know that I am innocent of all these spurious accusations, I’d wonder about me, too. They are both supremely self-righteous, and that’s nothing new. I really can’t figure out any other motive than their need to control their perceived inheritance, other than a simple hatred of me. I really don’t fully understand it, but I’ve experienced it from a couple of other people before, only it was less intense, but it’s definitely hostile and… mean. No, that’s too tame… It’s vicious, in a kind of cloaked-in-false-righteousness way. It makes me furious.
What makes all this so pernicious, insidious, isn’t just that I’ve done nothing they’re accusing me of, and while I’m certainly not perfect, I’m actually a pretty decent person. I know this to be true. It’s quite painful to me, going through this. But what makes this supremely hideous is what this is doing to my parents. They really ARE vulnerable adults, and they really ARE suffering, because of my brothers. And maybe how I’m handling all this isn’t helping much, I don’t know. I think maybe it’s all a big jumbled-up pile of anguish. They know me, too, and they don’t blame me.
And yet I am powerless to make it stop. In this country, justice has to do with how much money you’ve got. And right now things are so tangled and weird, maybe people can’t tell what’s evil anymore… It’s ironic that I’ve worked at honest jobs most of my life, and have rarely made much money, but have done good things. I’ve given up a lot to try and be there for my folks, and now it may well be all for naught. Maybe there’s still hope, but it’s ebbing, and I am not clear enough right now to really gauge my sense of it all…
I am learning, in this life, about letting go. But I can’t decide if I should let go of my parents. I’m not sure I can. It doesn’t feel right to think about leaving them to the mercy of MARC (he has none). But maybe that’s their karma!? I don’t know. I’m not getting much clarity on that right now… Maybe in a few days I’ll get a better picture.
Jaan. Hard to read, but glad you wrote. WTF. Is it about the house itself? They want it or want to gain from its sale later? A next step? email ok.
I think that your two brothers need strongly reminded that an inheritance is NOT an inheritance until the incumbents are dead. Their designs on your parent's life treasure is plainly avaricious and the stress created by their behaviour is life-threatening. I hope that the Judge gets a chance to observe this and end it with a ruling which limits their outrageous behaviour.
I see you repeatedly saying that you feel alone in this fight against them but you are not alone. You have your parents best interests at heart and they must surely be able to express that to the judge. They are not incompetent or deranged. Their opinions should matter above all else.