A Zem story, which is obsolete now, being maintained as a YouTube account

The Western nations are like the natives or kale loge. They exist since time in memorial. Normally they do nothing just stay social, like a normal human civilization. Population growth is slow. These people however are not real human beings. In that they can remain in existence forever. So their existence has no real meaning for man. It’s their nature as to how they respond to man that interests me.They start looking for a way to reach and surround him. Then make humanly contact through an icon, which looks real to me. Once the icon is established they start waging war, killing each other, then dying on their own, a self destructive race. They make news for whatever way they use to keep haying me. Then they all come out as loge after icon, and have the ability thus because of it. Icon will be established and delivered as basic fact of life for me. I then have to endure loge coming here. They are loud scarey and cause real damage to me, like a storm that destroys everything I created or me. The icon before getting loge out stays social for a short duration that’s looks real to me.
Russia brings the west here through R24. In turn Russia is brought by Calcutta. ICA agency of West keeps me as a victim, people of terrorist organization outside the west namely Middle Eastern countries. These ICAs are actually IAS here and myself kin of one. The icon Sir was thus brought to me by my dad. This icon is important to me as he brings loge out for me and I get hurt. Furthermore, country India was built for me by ICA as a backdoor where west नहीं मिले मुझे haye it gives to me. This place called here haye brought to me by Frxxxe. The society brings in 3 maids as icons of Sir here. Then people of society gate then earth water station outside. Loge show up in city through Sir.

In ancient history it is something that cannot be pronounced. Or just something we don’t talk about instead take blame or bring loge here through highway. In modern terms it is Fxaxcx. Stuff we don’t talk about, it is a black hole or pure haye. It has to be evaded or traversed in an echelon. This echelon or covering story has to be authored with every occurrence of it. So some part of this story we live rest we observe as a TV show.

Two slices of bread with butter. One glass of milk.

Building confidence isn’t easy here. Last 7 months have been special. You’re not fighting some jealous foe here. There is no villain. It’s just nature. It is just raw man verses the elements. The trips to the highway and the city becoming hazardous for me, I didn’t give up, I got my answers in nature. All that helped and I somehow survived and got back home. I took to arts and some philosophy with self healing. Confidence building is a seamlessly continuous overall ability for me now. God is Great. I love. I’m a peaceful soul.

The Sir curse is what this universe is. Everything here is a mere illusion a trap. So one should build one’s own universe and do ones own confidence building against this mirage called Sir के loge. No one can help anyone while handling this curse and therefore abstain from it. One must build oneself completely by oneself from scratch every time this curse is incurred. Like being completely destroyed then getting recreated all by oneself. Do simple things here, don’t take from anyone ever. Return or endure whatever I’ve taken from anyone. Use and consume only what I make.

This icon is central to the Wes it’s what makes them real for me and keeps it that way, so I have connections and relations in the Wes. But this icon is not a real person. It has characteristics, conditions and sacrifices in leese. Anyone can be bearing this icon for me. Commitments and ambrosias herewith. Sir must have his way here. Everyone dies for him. The chaos is what Sir is for me. And life goes on.

I could be Sir too for someone else here, so on so forth for everybody else.

Other than that everybody is sane. Its like a curse that you endure then pass over to somebody else. It’s cyclical too, so it comes back to me on its own. That’s what I call nature science too.

So everyone here is arrogant, doing their killin, destroying everyone else, then dying in vain too. I’m just a spectator getting hurt on my own. This isn’t a random world everything is happening as it should be happening.

Why should I live I should die too here for someone else. When man was born this world was brought to him by another man. Both bring it to each other. That’s the chaos that one must endure here.

Then is the time to live. To build my home, to build myself.

How many faces are there in this world. How many real people could there be? Just the icon I know of nobody else. That’s how they got here. Of course. They don’t want to be fake. It’s not about levitation at all. Either they have their icon or I don’t exist. So everyone else here is real too. All icons indeed. Connected working together to bring the one here in tandom. Sir is here.

In levitons I can see them clearly, indeed evil devilish in detail. Otherwise they stay normal nothing unusual, not like they’re holding a gun at me. But that’s not their end game. They just want their sir to come here, whatever the repercussion for me. That’s cold indifferent very subtle indirect. Leaving me clueless. I’m alone, if I hurt them then they’re winning. Endure.

After the holiday following the chaos I put myself together and come downstairs to the temple room, sit there waiting. After a while I get attended to by usha sir’s maid. Everyone here is the same faces I once knew, but somethings different. Then I ask for some tea and I wait for it, thinking that I’m now surrounded by all these people now for life. Tea gets served i say nothing else, enquire nothing either. Not like I could escape radius even if I wanted to. I sip up and enjoy the moment. Wonderful.