Post #196
My Death.
Yesterday, I was able to calculate a possible timeframe of my death.
It will occur sometime this year...."edit: the calculation changed a little bit, more on the end of the original article"
How I did this and how I’m feeling is described below.
To understand the logic of the God-System our Matrix one must consider subtle factors that one usually only becomes aware of when it’s necessary.
Because, based on the class photo posted earlier, I was now able to narrow down the time of my death.
Back then, in 6th grade in 1989, a whole new world opened up.
Everything from the West suddenly became normal for us kids from the Eastern Zone.
Class photos taken with an expensive Canon camera became a reality.
I wasn’t aware of what that meant for me, which is why I was wearing that new “Iron Maiden” shirt.
All the other students prepared for it much more carefully and dressed appropriately for the occasion.
Except for Daniel.
Daniel is standing between Ms. Lange and Micha’s red shirt.
He’s the only one wearing another wildly printed shirt.
Daniel wasn’t really my buddy. He was a wrestler and the strongest kid in the class—a fact he loved to show off.
He was the first “tough guy” with whom I had a brief friendship.
We exchanged music with each other. I don’t remember what music he got from me. But I remember exactly what he gave me. Alice Cooper’s song “Poison” really stuck in my memory back then.
The friendship lasted only a few weeks or months.
All the memories Daniel evoked were just this one song and the fact that he was unpredictable.
About 24 years later, I was working in the textile business. Or rather, the textile business was falling apart at the time.
Starting with a secondhand vintage store, I built up a textile printing shop and printed band T-shirts.
The clothing business came to an abrupt end.
That abrupt end came in the form of two major festivals within a span of two years.
Force Attack 2010 and Zappanale 2012.
Both times, I was at the festival booth selling the clothing I’d printed on-site or had produced and imported from Thailand.
At Force Attack, there was a problem with payment. I still remember well how, while I was in Thailand, I was running short on cash, and the client was reluctant to change the location and I got the feeling that was why he didn’t want to pay.
That was the first major dispute I’d had up to that point with a client who was otherwise very easy to work with.
The invoice was paid, and the festival came to an abrupt end two years later.
In 2012, I had my last successful festival appearance at Zappanale.
The apparel, which had been lovingly produced in Thailand, sold like hotcakes.
I’d never before witnessed such a frenzy over my clothes.
People were lining up just like at a beer or sausage stand. It was a joy to see how people went crazy over the apparel, and the festival client was, of course, very pleased with the work.
But what made this festival truly unique and special was the headliner on Sunday.
Alice Cooper generated a massive amount of business—1,000 T-shirts on “Alice Cooper Day” alone. But that wasn’t enough: my childhood hero put on one of the shirts and showed it off in an incredibly cool way on stage.
A baseball shirt with a full-print Zappa head, designed by Robert—the artist who also gave me the store sign for Tess at Barnstorfer Weg 36 as a birthday gift.
So there stood Alice Cooper, looking cool on stage though, in my opinion, the shirt was a bit too big—and he made me incredibly proud.
That marked the end of my time in the apparel business.
A year later, the client ordered a completely new color because of his new girlfriend. They wanted to try something totally new.
For that, they chose exactly the color that Ms. Lange is wearing in the photo.
Pink shirts at a Frank Zappa rock festival couldn’t end well.
On top of that, I made a big mistake during production.
The jackets were produced in China using an even heavier fabric everything was great. The zippers were top-notch, and the cuffs were sturdy and comfortable.
The fabric was the problem: 100% cotton has no stretch. As a result, most potential buyers were stuck in the slim-fit cut and had a hard time moving around.
Just a year earlier, the Zappanale crew had celebrated me, and now I’d lost and had to step down from my position. I was glad I didn’t have to walk away from the deal with a huge debt. But my time in the apparel business was over.
Now let’s get to the math.
Daniel and I were the only ones wearing printed T-shirts in the class photo.
Daniel represents Zappanale with his white, playful “Horny Boys” T-shirt.
The black Iron Maiden shirt, in contrast, represents Force Attack.
Daniel introduced me to Alice Cooper and thus represents the upper, positive part of the parenthesis. Alice Cooper, of course, sang “Schools Out,” which fits perfectly.
The lower, negative part of the parenthesis is the burning shirt representing Force Attack.
Thus, the beginning and end of the equation have been determined.
[Aged 13 – 2013, aged 37] = -24 years.
Before this parenthesis, I apparently lived for 13 years 😃. Which are now running backward again.
The closing parenthesis with 13 years [2013 – 2026].
In addition, I moved back in with my mother in 2014 and have been living in a children’s room for the past 12 years.
Just as a new world opened up in 1990 and the turning point came, Thailand came along in 2013.
Just as I learned at school, I learned to be a web designer. In recent years, only my mother has played a role in my life. I’ve said goodbye to every friend.
There are no more women or goals.
I’m sick of having to watch these repulsive people who act like Method Man or Elon Musk as if they’ve figured something out just because they’re cashing in on their fan base.
It saddens me to see how disgustingly everyone behaves and sees themselves as the center of the universe, while the truly vulnerable members of our society are falling by the wayside.
There’s no growth here either.
That slut from last year, for example who drove her own husband to suicide and is even proud of it makes me want to gag.
Disgusting people who can only eat and then feel bad about it.
Who only feel alive when they’re putting others down. These sluts then drive their husbands to suicide and think they’re in the right.
Am I supposed to live for these ugly people?
...........
Yesterday, I was able to calculate a possible timeframe of my death.
It will occur sometime this year...."edit: the calculation changed a little bit, more on the end of the original article"
How I did this and how I’m feeling is described below.
To understand the logic of the God-System our Matrix one must consider subtle factors that one usually only becomes aware of when it’s necessary.
Because, based on the class photo posted earlier, I was now able to narrow down the time of my death.
Back then, in 6th grade in 1989, a whole new world opened up.
Everything from the West suddenly became normal for us kids from the Eastern Zone.
Class photos taken with an expensive Canon camera became a reality.
I wasn’t aware of what that meant for me, which is why I was wearing that new “Iron Maiden” shirt.
All the other students prepared for it much more carefully and dressed appropriately for the occasion.
Except for Daniel.
Daniel is standing between Ms. Lange and Micha’s red shirt.
He’s the only one wearing another wildly printed shirt.
Daniel wasn’t really my buddy. He was a wrestler and the strongest kid in the class—a fact he loved to show off.
He was the first “tough guy” with whom I had a brief friendship.
We exchanged music with each other. I don’t remember what music he got from me. But I remember exactly what he gave me. Alice Cooper’s song “Poison” really stuck in my memory back then.
The friendship lasted only a few weeks or months.
All the memories Daniel evoked were just this one song and the fact that he was unpredictable.
About 24 years later, I was working in the textile business. Or rather, the textile business was falling apart at the time.
Starting with a secondhand vintage store, I built up a textile printing shop and printed band T-shirts.
The clothing business came to an abrupt end.
That abrupt end came in the form of two major festivals within a span of two years.
Force Attack 2010 and Zappanale 2012.
Both times, I was at the festival booth selling the clothing I’d printed on-site or had produced and imported from Thailand.
At Force Attack, there was a problem with payment. I still remember well how, while I was in Thailand, I was running short on cash, and the client was reluctant to change the location and I got the feeling that was why he didn’t want to pay.
That was the first major dispute I’d had up to that point with a client who was otherwise very easy to work with.
The invoice was paid, and the festival came to an abrupt end two years later.
In 2012, I had my last successful festival appearance at Zappanale.
The apparel, which had been lovingly produced in Thailand, sold like hotcakes.
I’d never before witnessed such a frenzy over my clothes.
People were lining up just like at a beer or sausage stand. It was a joy to see how people went crazy over the apparel, and the festival client was, of course, very pleased with the work.
But what made this festival truly unique and special was the headliner on Sunday.
Alice Cooper generated a massive amount of business—1,000 T-shirts on “Alice Cooper Day” alone. But that wasn’t enough: my childhood hero put on one of the shirts and showed it off in an incredibly cool way on stage.
A baseball shirt with a full-print Zappa head, designed by Robert—the artist who also gave me the store sign for Tess at Barnstorfer Weg 36 as a birthday gift.
So there stood Alice Cooper, looking cool on stage though, in my opinion, the shirt was a bit too big—and he made me incredibly proud.
That marked the end of my time in the apparel business.
A year later, the client ordered a completely new color because of his new girlfriend. They wanted to try something totally new.
For that, they chose exactly the color that Ms. Lange is wearing in the photo.
Pink shirts at a Frank Zappa rock festival couldn’t end well.
On top of that, I made a big mistake during production.
The jackets were produced in China using an even heavier fabric everything was great. The zippers were top-notch, and the cuffs were sturdy and comfortable.
The fabric was the problem: 100% cotton has no stretch. As a result, most potential buyers were stuck in the slim-fit cut and had a hard time moving around.
Just a year earlier, the Zappanale crew had celebrated me, and now I’d lost and had to step down from my position. I was glad I didn’t have to walk away from the deal with a huge debt. But my time in the apparel business was over.
Now let’s get to the math.
Daniel and I were the only ones wearing printed T-shirts in the class photo.
Daniel represents Zappanale with his white, playful “Horny Boys” T-shirt.
The black Iron Maiden shirt, in contrast, represents Force Attack.
Daniel introduced me to Alice Cooper and thus represents the upper, positive part of the parenthesis. Alice Cooper, of course, sang “Schools Out,” which fits perfectly.
The lower, negative part of the parenthesis is the burning shirt representing Force Attack.
Thus, the beginning and end of the equation have been determined.
[Aged 13 – 2013, aged 37] = -24 years.
Before this parenthesis, I apparently lived for 13 years 😃. Which are now running backward again.
The closing parenthesis with 13 years [2013 – 2026].
In addition, I moved back in with my mother in 2014 and have been living in a children’s room for the past 12 years.
Just as a new world opened up in 1990 and the turning point came, Thailand came along in 2013.
Just as I learned at school, I learned to be a web designer. In recent years, only my mother has played a role in my life. I’ve said goodbye to every friend.
There are no more women or goals.
I’m sick of having to watch these repulsive people who act like Method Man or Elon Musk as if they’ve figured something out just because they’re cashing in on their fan base.
It saddens me to see how disgustingly everyone behaves and sees themselves as the center of the universe, while the truly vulnerable members of our society are falling by the wayside.
There’s no growth here either.
That slut from last year, for example who drove her own husband to suicide and is even proud of it makes me want to gag.
Disgusting people who can only eat and then feel bad about it.
Who only feel alive when they’re putting others down. These sluts then drive their husbands to suicide and think they’re in the right.
Am I supposed to live for these ugly people?
...........
