How is it going to feel to have 2 dead sons 4 days from now because you would not stop fucking around?

Axiom Fiction Project 9/17/2025 12:06AM

Now I get to tell you what is going to happen NEXT and there is nothing you can do to stop it just like you did to me six years ago when you set this whole thing in motion.

“We didn’t know if it would work here” Amy said when I opened the door at 345 while she was looking down at the ground. Joe just stood there not saying anything. She kept referring to herself as ‘Amy’ whenever I said ‘you’ while speaking to her. She said to me, “Two people are going to arrive at your door and you are not going to know who they are or what they are doing there and you are going to let them in.”

“Why would I do that if I don’t know who they are?” I asked.

She, ‘Amy’, took out what looked like a cell phone and ran her fingers across the screen and looked at me while she was doing it. I could feel something happening inside my head while she was doing it. I could even feel the muscles in my face responding. Whatever she was doing was affecting my mood, thoughts and motor skill function - and ability to reason in this highly suggestable state.

She told me that a lot of bad things were going to happen to me and that there was basically nothing I could do about it. Mocking me the entire time. At that stage of the game my life was already ruined once and so mere ‘mocking’ had virtually no effect.

She told me that I was a going to do a lot of things that seemed like they would be completely out of character for me and that I was going to meet a bunch of people who were going to screw me over but did not say who they were or suggest how I could avoid them and made me stop when I tried to start writing all of this all down.

They stayed there for a little while. They were living there for a little while. I thought it was Joe and Amy, my brother and sister-in-law, who lured me out to this place, but didn’t have a key of their own when they arrived. The place was vacant when I moved in.

This was six years ago.

Over the past six years, I have been experiencing various events from what I am calling my ‘memory files’ - a present ‘event’ triggers a memory after something happens, which reminds me of the ‘bad things’ that ‘Amy’ told me were going to happen to me, but the memory of her telling me about those things is only triggered in my memory after the event actually happens in real life. No warning, no lead up, just after certain bad things happen. I can’t remember anything that she said to me and she wouldn’t let me write it down and I was in a highly suggestible state when she did this to me. Six years ago.

Today, another one of my memory files was triggered when I saw a text message from my brother saying that he was coming into town for the Charlie Kirk memorial on Sunday. Yea - I say “Yea” because I can hardly believe it myself as I am writing this right now. I have nothing to gain from this and violence is not the answer. However, when certain ‘underground networks’ have succeeded in establishing an undetectable influential motive with regard to a directive which seeks to depattern, re-align, repurpose and then activate a ‘Special Target’ - I guess we are just going to have to settle on the ‘catch all’ category of mental illness. But not after the assassination of Charlie Kirk.

Now I have your attention.

It is easy to fool even members of your own family when you rarely see them. Joe and Amy who never call and never visit me, my alleged ‘brother and sister-in-law’ not that I really cared about them either, showed up at the house one day in Bolingbrook, IL - a chip shot away from where I attended the Dennis Prager/Dan Proft Cigar Night at Bolingbrook Country Club. They showed me a magazine with furniture in it and told me to pick one.

“What is this for?” I asked.

“Pick one,” Amy said.

“I do not want any furniture. I do not need any furniture. I live in a nice big house and I rarely even sit on half of the furniture I have.”

I pointed to a table on the page of the magazine to make her shut up - a round table that showed up at 345 in Arizona years later. My wife at the time, now ex-wife, walked in shortly after ‘Joe and Amy’ (my brother and sister-in-law) left. “What were your parents doing here?” She asked. “My parents weren’t here. I would never let my parents in here. You know that. Joe and Amy were here.”

“I just saw your parents leaving,” my wife (at the time) said.

“Joe and Amy were here,” I said again.

“I fucking hate my parents and you know that. Why would I let them in?” I said.

BOLINGBROOK: Both times, they were standing right in front of me and I couldn’t see who they were. There was a third and a fourth time - once when ‘Joe and Amy’ showed up and told me to take a pill and sign some papers. This must have been during one of the first ‘practice rounds’ for what would happen next. I have no idea what I signed - my brother handles family finances and told me it was related to that so I believed him. She, ‘Amy’ mocked me when I listened to my brother, her husband, and signed the papers.

Another time: this is the one that you can reference after all of this happens to 'figure out' who was lying to whom even though I am telling you this right now while stating - DON'T WONDER WHY. I AM TELLING YOU WHY. Underground Narratives. Yea.

My sister told me that her and her husband and their in-laws were going to come into town and stay the night at our place in Bolingbrook. My wife later insisted to me that it was my parents who had spent the night at our place and not Kathy’s in-laws. Kathy being my sister. Who is/was lying to me? I cannot see who people are. It is right around this time that I suspected that my wife was now fucking with me. “I told you before, I would never let my asshole parents - Kevin and Susan into this fucking house, ever.” She insisted that my parents had stayed the night there. Is my sister lying to me? Who were any of these people? Do I have a sister? Do I have a brother?

NOW: A couple of weeks ago, I heard a knock on the door. Present day. Now that I know what happened the last time I heard a knock on the door and the time before that and the time before that as impostors - The Architects who defy the gravity of the space time continuum and can appear to change the subject in terms of the terms of service who/which are subject to change at any time without notice. The gradual concessions you make when a path has been pre-determined for you as a result of the predetermined outcomes based on a series of false choices - the legal system in the U.S. - The ‘LEGAL’ System does a pretty good job of of reimagining the law associated with traditional American culture now that all of the rapists and criminals have crossed over the border and are primarily working in the tech industry. This is why the U.S. government cannot solve ‘teah crimes’ or rather ‘crimes committed by tech’ because the U.S. Government is completely controlled by the tech industry which is a globally managed societal ecosystem that is authorized by the government to operate a global currency and banking system that is not regulated by any government. Cryptocurrency. Crypto-Government.

I heard a knock at the door recently - I got up and opened the door. There was a woman who looked like a deer in headlights descending the staircase who froze. She was looking right at me. I put my hands up and to the side and said, “Did you just knock on my door?”

“I didn’t think anybody would answer,” she said. I want so badly to remember that she said, “I didn’t think ‘you’ would answer.” But to the best of my knowledge, I think she said ‘anybody’.

“Then why did you knock on the door if you didn’t think anyone would answer?” I asked. This is what appears to be a grown middle-aged woman, not a kid playing ding-dong-ditch which we now refer to as SWATTING.

Charlie Kirk was SWATTED. That is the ‘DISCORD’ connection that the FBI will never figure out. There are underground networks within the organizations that you task to find underground networks. Ya dig?

So whether you acknowledge it, or think that it exists and you know anything about the way that it works, you certainly would not talk about it because there is a Dictionary .com entry of a mental illness in the DSM waiting for you.

1A, 2A, NO A, NO WAY, Axiom Protocol.

I chased this fucking bitch down the stairs after I went back inside and grabbed my cell phone which I rarely use anymore for obvious reasons.

I turned the phone on as I ran down the stairs to the parking lot where she was trying to make a quick exit so I could start recording video.

“Who are you? What are you doing here and why did you knock on my door?” I asked her.

“What does it matter at this point?” She said. (Purpose - verification of address).

“I wanted to ‘see’ if you would sell your place,” she said. I will present you with a shell game of the words ‘see’ ‘you’ and ‘anybody’ - anybody is home, but you walked away because you did not think that I would answer the door because you wanted to ‘see’ if anybody was selling ‘your’ place, me - and were just taking the chance that I was there - when you said that you only knocked because you didn't think 'anyone' would answer.

“How many other doors in this complex did you knock on?” I asked.

“Just yours,” she replied.

“How did you get in here? This is a gated community?” I asked.

“The gate was open.” She said.

“No it’s not, I am looking at it right now. We are both here right now looking at the gate and it is closed."

I took video of this and took a picture of the license plate of someone who entered a gated community and said that she knocked on ONE DOOR inside of the complex to ‘see’ if anybody who lived there would want to sell the place but did not knock on any other doors in the neighborhood and would not say who she was or who sent her there.

Hey, Kash, - this is how you solve what led up to crimes in the making that you will eventually go on to NOT explain.

This actually happened. Unfortunately, all of it.

So what would you do if you heard another knock at the door a few days later after this woman’s car has been visibly parked across the street for a few days and, again, saw nobody through the peephole the second time during that week that someone knocked and left?

Because it happened again a few a few days later - another knock at the door - for the second time in one week before I realized that I have never invited anyone over here. I have never invited anyone over here who has ever knocked on the door. I have never invited anyone over here. The only people who show up at the door are uninvited and are not who they say they are.

TODAY - I get a text message from my 'brother' who knows better than to try and text me saying that he will be in town on Sunday for the Charlie Kirk memorial in Phoenix. This triggers another memory file.

What would you do in this situation? Next motherfucker who comes to my door - Well, will it be ‘my brother, Joe’ - or somebody else who cannot explain what it is that they are doing there not acting as who they appear to be.

Since when do you need to extract biometric data from a human being in order to prove ‘proof of personhood’ as the reason for collecting biometric data from the actual person? Or even material DNA for that matter?

Ask Sam Altman of ChatGPT GOV about the mysterious death of the whistleblower ready to side with the NYT after his ’Tools for Humanity’ Crypto project went around scanning the eyeballs of people in remote villages in exchange for worthless cryptocurrency. And Trump just gave the 'tech industry' access to a bunch of your 'medical records, medical data, biometric and DNA material for what reason - well, insurance, of course. Living and deceased persons' medical 'data' ?

Based on a controlled number of options that have been presented to you, or false choices, from which you are forced to choose?

I have not heard a knock at the door, ever - that is not attached to a paper trail the even the FBI claims they cannot find. I am going to shoot the next motherfucker who knocks on my door. I have not heard a knock at the door in years. Because as far as I know, nobody knows I live here. So the FBI can start with the people who DO know where I live - because I didn't tell anybody.

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Since when do you need to extract biometric data from a human being in order to prove ‘proof of personhood’ as the reason for collecting biometric data from the actual person?

Ask Sam Altman of ChatGPT GOV about the mysterious death of the whistleblower ready to side with the NYT after his ’Tools for Humanity’ Crypto project went around scanning the eyeballs of people in remote villages in exchange for worthless cryptocurrency.