Story of a Journey Man

A Short Story in Progress


Sometimes to understand the big picture all the little pieces have to be placed in the right context. And so starting from the beginning, from the last point of reference is where I’ll start.

When I was a teenager I was very interested in spirituality. I was brought up catholic although not baptized in the catholic order. But as a young child I whole-heartedly believed in Christ and the story of Jesus. Later as I explain, my framework became more Buddhist, but at the base root, I still believe in hell and heaven and the middle earth kingdom, our planet. It is where all the forces play off each other in a never-ending battle of cause and effect.

Things started, with me experimenting with meditation when I was a teenager. I was able to rip out of my physical body and float, or at least feel like floating, a foot up above my physical body. I use to visualize a trap door in the distance and at some point, it would come closer and the sound in my ears would transition to a loud muffled sound, and it would envelope my hearing. I would lift and the feeling of skin ripping off my flesh would start. One day as I induced this, I started to move into the light, past the door. At the point of entry I heard a woman’s voice say, “ Don’t go into the light”. Immediately my body began to shake and I fell downward back into my physical body. I was paralyzed for a few moments then I got up, thinking, what had just had happened. Since then I have not tried to induce an out of body experience but remember the quality of the voice, like it was yesterday.

Fast forward to college. I had enrolled in an architecture program in Canada, and that’s where I met several friends that became life long comrades, and as they put it, there were causation ties from previous lives. And here we were again starting over. My friend Franklin , was very frightened one night because I showed him a drawing I made of a bullheaded monster sitting on a bed. After seeing the drawing he told me that last night, when he came back from school, he was confronted by a Demon that sat on his futon waiting for him just like how my drawing described it.
He was hesitant to say what the content of their conversation was but it made him panic. Later he told me a story, how he was once meditating in his room alone and woke up on the top of the roof of the house. He had to climb down and jump off the side porch eavesdrop. During this time in our second year of schooling he started to witness possible futures and pasts of several people that he knew. This would occur in real-time, he would witness events how ever long they were then, come right back at the last point in time. He often would say he dreamt of people that were faceless but as he started to meet them in present life their faces would fill in. There were days were he would go missing and would just explain that he was trying to shake this demon that followed everywhere he went. I remember riding my bike by the canal and hearing splashing steps following me as I rode down the stretch. He said he didn’t know why certain people couldn’t see them. I guess I wasn’t one of those people. That could have been a blessing in disguise at the time. I sure would have had a melt down at the moment, especially if I was thrown against a wall like he experienced.
One day in the summer before the third year started he came by and asked me what I was up to. I told him I was going to see Sleepless in Seattle. And later on the Breeze Luu Story. He said perhaps I’ll watch it with you. So I saw both movies, in time during the week. In the Breeze Luu Story, there was one scene that stood out to me. It was when Breeze had a black out and confronted the demon in a graveyard. This is where it took his head and banged it against his tombstone. Immediately it reminded me of a nightmare I use to have as a child, running through a maze complex with the center of it finishing at an egg like stone structure. The robot Dragon from the Japanese cartoon Force Five, was the one that chased me there. My mother explained that it was my toy Dragon, which was creating this fear. It was a reoccurring dream that finally went away.

One day Franklin came by my apartment, as I greeted him at my door, he noticed I was wearing a white tank top. He casually said, “ hey you look like Breeze Luu.” I just let that comment pass. I thought perhaps something felt strange. A month or two earlier when I was working in the studio before that summer, I had one late night. When I got home and fell asleep my cousin had called me to tell me that Breeze Luu’s son had died on set in a movie. I thought to myself, this was unreal, how could this happen? I slept this away and when I woke in the morning I couldn’t stand up or walk. I had vertigo. I had to have a friend escort me to the doctor, who told me that I had a middle ear infection. I just had to wait for it to clear. It took about a 2 weeks.

The weeks passed by in the summer and I felt I was guided to buy the Breeze Luu books. When I looked at the pictures, that’s when I had an opening. People in the pictures looked very familiar to the people that I knew in my short life. I started to read faces and see possible linkages to people that were around in my world.

I remember what Franklin said to me once, there will be people that will want a piece of your world and will destroy you for it. Lots of these antidotes stayed with me for years. It’s only these days that I am seeing them being prophetic, as I navigate the mind and causation world.

Once there was a realization, I had to work out my belief structure. The only way I could come to some understanding, was that I was not Breeze Luu, but a different kind of Breeze Luu. Just like there are acorns on a tree, some with slightly different shapes and sizes, yet similar in their own way. I must have been one of many Breeze Luu types born, but not a direct descendant from his karmic lineage. There could be Breeze Luus in different cultures of all ages. It just so happened that because of Breeze’s life, there was a marker point of reference. Perhaps a point where a certain realization could occur for others, as it was happening for me.

During the end of that summer, my father, cousin, brother and I were going to take a trip to nyc. This was I think in 1993. As we flew down there my spidey senses were going off. I told my cousin something is going to happen on this trip but I didn’t know what. When we arrived at the Marriot hotel, it was this open concept building structure, I couldn’t help but get the sense that I was being observed some how. While everyone was in their suite, I got the feeling to go for a walk out side in the hallways. I walked out and in my usual Henry Rollins march I saw an attractive Eurasian woman walk towards me. She was wearing a blue blouse with white floral patterns, and blue jeans. She looked a little nervous, and as we passed and I turned to look back, she had done the same. I thought to myself, what the hell is going on? Later that day, we went to a deli in Times Square. After we finished, I walked towards the exit and this man at this table with his wife turned around and asked me how my sandwich was? He squinted his eyes and smiled. He was bald, and probably in his 60s-70s at the time. There was something odd about the interaction, but I took notice of his face. Later I went to a variety store and bought an Inside Kung Fu magazine with one of Breeze Luu’s students on the cover. It was green and the student was shirtless revealing an awesome build for a guy his age. As I recall, it was this magazine or another that I saw a picture of Breeze Luu’s daughter wearing the same clothes as that woman did who passed by me in the hotel hallway a day or two earlier. And the fella in the Deli looked just like Breeze’s older friend and student who made his equipment.

I remember tearfully reflecting upon this, and during the last night in NYC I got the call to the top of the Empire State Building just like in the movie Sleepless in Seattle. I walked there by foot, at night, and when I arrived I was told it was closing in 15 min. I decided to buy the tickets and go up regardless. When I was up there, the warm summer breeze filled the air and I thought to myself, am I suppose to meet someone here? What is the reason? Frustrated I leaned against the railings and slid down to sit. Across from me was the name Bardon Luu, Breeze Luu’s son, painted in white on the concrete wall. I thought to myself, is this sign? Is this what I was to see? Somewhat confused and distraught, I walked back to the hotel, with this weird feeling enveloping me.

When I got back to where my school was located, Franklin came by and I explained what happened. I asked him if it was really them? He looked at me and smirked and said he shouldn’t say. He also said the next time I go home someone would tell me something about someone and not know that he is giving you some information. Well, later that week, my uncle from California came to visit. He had just seen the Breeze Luu Story and was boasting to me that his friend use to beat him up. I asked him what his name was and he said, Pete Ching. I asked him, did he have anything to do with Bardon’s Death. His demeanor changed and he walked away. That particular character was known to have road rage on the freeways of LA and shoot out the tires of drivers he didn’t like. Was this what my friend was talking about? Perhaps.

The biggest dilemma as a 20 year old, was what to do with all this? At the time, I knew I wanted to work in movies, just not in front of the camera. I knew motion capture would be a big thing in the future, after seeing T2 and the Mask. I envisioned small studios having green screen and equipment mapping out cgi characters for films bringing dead actors alive, and this was in 92’.
I consulted my friend and all he said is that you needed a destination. The summer before, my father and I toured all the Californian architecture schools because of my feelings of transferring elsewhere. I decided I was going to apply to the Art Center College of Design, and perhaps taking classes at the Inocanto Academy to learn Breeze Luu’s art. This was 1993-94

So I decided not to enroll in third year Architecture, and spend the fall and spring making portfolio pieces for my application to the Art Center. During this time I constructed three pieces made of steel, brass and leather. One was a transforming lamp, another was a vanity mirror that transformed from a carry case and the last was a mini disc container that opened up into a stand and display. Long story short, I sent in pictures and drawings of these objects and was accepted to the product design department at that school. My father said he couldn’t really afford to send me there, but would try to work something out. The next thing you know my truck was shipped there and I was on a plane to LA to start this new adventure…

After looking at several places I settled in at bachelor apartment at Madison Ave in Pasadena. All I bought for furniture was a fold away futon and a brown metal folding chair, nothing else. I was exercising the minimalist Rollins Philosophy. I had come to Pasadena several months before the Fall term started, with the hopes of ramping up with Art Center at Night classes. I enrolled in Industrial Drawing, and Photoshop Basics. For several weeks I did what every student did there, go to the store, purchase supplies, do homework and wander around Old Town Pasadena. In my photoshop class, I spotted several classmates and monitors that reminded of my friends back in Canada. Their mannerisms and motion capture movement were very much alike. Even the things they would say or do. For example there was a class monitor who was a version of Franklin. He often would go on his toes while standing. He was playing John Coltrane or Miles Davis on the Radio, he wore glasses and would say to me, “How’s it going buddy?”, which were exact phrases that my friend would say. This fella here, at the art center was taking Graphic Design but liked photography because I saw him leafing through some film negatives.

As I recall things started to change while I was in industrial drawing class when I noticed subtle light forms in the spaces in front of me. I would look into the shadows where there was more contrast, and I would look up towards the ceiling to see these forms drift around, change direction and morph from humanistic to more abstract shapes, but all three-dimensional. Later on in my adult life I learned though seminars about the Jewish Fire Writing and how it interfaces with the believer. As I was told, the angelic would activate the energetic fields through the fourth dimension, to create symbols and shapes for the viewer to communicate with them or Yahweh. So when I look back, could this be scientifically happening? But at the time I felt it was spirit, intervening at that moment. That this present time, I have theories with how it was working. It may not necessarily be coming from God or a higher place but perhaps, the system of the matrix.

As the following days and weeks passed I started to investigate this phenomenon that I was experiencing. I started to see a little boy on a bike ride around me, keeping me company. People on horses and elephants trotted about above me about 8-9 feet higher than my ground plane. They seemed to interact with me. At any time I could draw my attention away and do the daily things I had to accomplish. If I concentrated more intently, the forms would be more clear and descriptive. Sometimes I would see them with my eyes open, then I would close my eyes, and see them still as outlines, kind of like x rays or inverted images. It was almost as if the physical environment would be stripped and the energetic form would be revealed.

Then one night it started. I began to notice men in cloaks with huge erections, stimulating them selves in circles around me or in the corners of my room. I could feel being penetrated and cut with knives on my skin. This of course was more on a subtle level. But it definitely was enough for me to take notice that my senses were being bombarded. As the days and nights passed I started to think and get a little worried. I prayed and prayed to God to help. At some point angels came from outside and flew through the walls to engage with these demons in hand-to-hand combat. The demons had burnt skin, brown and rough textures. The angels appeared to be what you see in master paintings in the Vatican and the Louvre. They wore breastplate armor and wielded swords and spears. They were in a brutal battle, each side getting cut and sliced.

This went on for days and days. I also was able to read written message in this energetic field, which I will call, the causation sky. It was as if there was a paper scroll being rolled out and an invisible hand writing messages for me to read.
I immediately got the message to leave my apartment. I drove my car to see if the phenomenon was localized in the environment. For nights and days I drove in different directions in the California freeways, often stopping off to get gas and living off Snapple drinks. I would also check into motorway hotels to spend the nights.

The story pattern always seem to follow the same through line, travelling from one place to another, with a battle ensuing between the Angels and Demons, and then the Angels being victorious. There were many nights where I couldn’t stay awake while this was happening; I thought I would probably die in the middle of the night, only to wake up with a clear causation sky. As the story goes, it seemed to me that the loyalty of the Angels deteriorated. They became angry and distraught about their mission, to save me from the demons every night. At the tipping point, they started to turn against me and even start to cut my energetic body up. As I witnessed this they started to transform and take on demonic qualities.

When a lot this cleared, there was an energetic father figure that came through the causation sky. He would observe me, eat a hotdog, and scribe a message here or two to me. I asked myself, was this God? There were times he was happy, that I was able to break through and converse. In the darkest hours I could see him crying, wiping tears from his eyes, and having people around him. When I reflect upon this now, I ask myself, was I looking into the future? Was he looking into the past? I have no idea, but hypothesis.

One night I drove up to the California Mountains, and parked my car just at the edge of a cliff. It was very late at night, and in the causal space I could see animals wandering around my truck, especially wolves or coyotes. I prayed to God to tell me the reason for all this. I threatened to drive my car off the cliff if I didn’t get an answer. I started up the car, revved my engine and got the message to stop. I read off the scroll that this was all a test. I asked, “a test for what? Why are you always testing me?” The next message I received was that I was to meet a lady, but I had to travel to San Diego. I thought to myself, “great, I start school soon, should I go on this mission or not?” And being the daring type, I decided to embark on this mini mission. Without looking at a map I just started to drive. I drove for like 6 hours in one direction and at times would park my car on the side of the freeway to sleep. One time my car almost didn’t start because I left the key turned in the ignition. A highway patrol officer came by and asked, where you going son? I told him that I was headed to San Diego. He responded that the direction I was going, was to San Francisco, San Diego was in the other direction. With no map I turned around and went the other way.

After hours of driving I received the call to head over the border to Mexico. Once I crossed, I parked at a Pollo Loco fast food parking lot. So again I asked, “what is it you want from me?” I read in the causation sky, that I had to remove the scales from my eyes and trust in God’s guidance. So immediately I removed my contact lenses, tossing them out the window or on the floor of my truck. My eyesight was like -4.25. I literally could not see. I started to head back to the USA, driving blindly. While I was lining up to cross the border, a man selling flowers came by and I purchased a half dozen roses. Then I drove up to San Diego and once in the city area, I pulled over and got out of the car and sat on the curb of the sidewalk. For a few moments, I laid on the ground. A few minutes later about two or three police cruisers pulled over. The policemen got out and started to question me. They searched my possessions and just scattered a box of condoms on the seat and went through my other belongings. I remember seeing them chuckling and laughing at me. At some point they just let me go and left. I started to drive aimlessly and pulled over on a dirt road. A police officer came by and asked if everything was all right, and told me that this area wasn’t safe and I should just move on. I asked him if I could follow him to the nearest motel. So with hardly any sight, I followed his taillights, in the dark, to a motel somewhere a quarter mile up. I had my credit card and got a room and just sat there, and slept until the morning. When I got up the next day I read the scroll in causation sky, and it said just drive and you will find a mall with an optometrist. So I did that, and just drove, to my left I sensed a strip mall, and pulled in. When I got out, an African American boy asking for donations came up to me. I took the last hundred-dollar bill I had in my wallet, and placed it in his canister. I went from store to store until I happened upon an optometrist. The optometrist was this beautiful Blonde American lady, who must have been just starting up her practice. On the patient form, one of the questions asked how I found this practice, by referral, or walk in etc. I wrote, “God brought me here.” In less than an hour I had contact lenses fitted and I was driving back to LA.

Around the time I got back to my apartment, my uncle Dan came by and asked if I wanted to stay with him and his family at his house in the OC. I said,” sure, no problem”, so within a few days I was there spending time with my extended family and cousins. I slept on a futon in their dining room and borrowed my cousin’s discman to listen to cds. My aunt Giani from Toronto came to visit at the same time. I sensed something about her, like there was perhaps an energetic attachment on her shoulders and back. I wasn’t sure what it was. Shortly after my stay, as I was in my apartment, I received a knock on my door. I opened it, and it was my mother. I looked at her, a bit stunned and asked her what she wanted, and shut the door. It seemed out of context to suddenly see my mother there, but what must have happened, was that my aunt must have contacted my parents to come see me.

I think all those weeks driving around in the California desert without regular meals and a caloric deficit resulted in me losing weight. So from a visual stand point it looked like I was sick from something. In reality I was just diet crunch. My mother came in and said we should do some grocery shopping. So we got bread, milk, eggs and chocolate cake. In the grocery store I read the letters in the causal sky, it said to yell at my mom. I thought, what the hell for? So for a few seconds I just did a real bad imitation of a Rollins rage out to my mom. Her face was so worried. Next thing you know my father was at the apartment. They wanted me to come back to Canada. I thought to myself, “oh, crap I’m trapping myself in.” After a day or so, I pondered, and looked to the causal sky and read, “Go back to Toronto.” So when I told my parents I could go back any time, they booked flights, and we left my apartment and truck there and flew right back to Toronto.

In Toronto at my parents house, I laid in bed thinking to myself, what was all that about? What were all the messages I received coming from? Was that a test, and if so, I was told that I passed some and failed some. I needed to talk to someone, so I contacted my aunt Eva and told her what had happened. I mentioned that for a few years I was exploring the aspects of my character. I told her I would notice that there was an aspect, which was like a Steven Seagal, a Harrison Ford, a James Dean, a Bruce Lee, and other characters on the screen, which I had watched in the past. The way I understood it was, at time I would have mannerisms and body language, which felt like those characters. It was almost like it was mapped out and I was receiving it. So philosophically, the question I was posed to myself was, am I all those characters, or perhaps aspects of all those, or a mix of all those? Whenever a gesture would happen or a facial tick would occur, I would receive and impression of the action hero. So in terms of a Buddhist frame work, could I be a mix of all those character’s lives? After debriefing with her, the next day I went to CAND. Dr. Zipers who was the head of the department started to interview me. The first thing he asked was, do you think you are Breeze Luu? At first I thought was, where is he getting his information? Then I realized my auntie Eva sold me out. I told Dr. Zipers that, no I do not think I am him, or any of those characters. I had no delusions of grandeur but the drive and need to figure things out. After spending time under observation, and sitting in groups, where people heard voices from famous people etc. I thought to myself, this is not me, I just see things. I don’t hear voices. Even after all the pills and shots etc, I still was able to see. Even to this day I can still see, I just choose to ignore it and get on with daily life. As far as the woman that hears a famous singers voice, I totally understand it now as the system, the matrix interfacing, linking a famous person that they recognize, to the inner voice that was conversing with them. It most likely and most probably was not that famous person. It was just a recognizable reference point the system uses.

So long story short, I was put on pills, and went through mind warping phases and struggles with depressed thoughts etc. Every thought imaginable I had, but I held on to hope, a New Hope, that at some point, in time, things would turn around, it was all about doing time, and waiting, waiting patiently taking poison, and having my peacock feathers grow and glow from behind. I believed perhaps, the invisible good forces were aligning, until the time was right.

Through out the years in my 20s to 30’s I had to deal with this body that was over weight, not athletic, and uncoordinated. The only thing I could do was draw. I was once spontaneous, alive, explosive, temperamental, but the poison and the system made me submissive and obedient. All I could do is hold an art job, collect a paycheck, work out and go nowhere. After finishing Art school locally I started an apprenticeship at a studio outside my hometown. During my tenure there I decided to get involved in marital arts again. I found a JDK studio, and started to train in No Gi grappling, Blauer Tactical, clinch, Thai boxing and sprawl defenses. We trained with local police officers and high-level grapplers. I wasn’t at all talented. Mentally I understood it, but lots of times I would feel a head block, and not be able to remember moves, teachings etc. I discovered my nervous system would periodically shut down and my spine and muscles would destabilize, which is happening to this very day. After several years and many injuries I decided to stop this all. During the same time I studied WC in the city at private club in the north end with a family friend who was a master of the art. Even when I practiced WC I could not remember the moves, my body would not work in unison, my sensitivity was numbed, and I had no skill or talent in this art either. I considered myself a mediocre hobbyist, with no natural ability. I decided I was just meant to push a pencil across paper.

I constantly got the call to come back to the city and perhaps work in film. After 6 years I made the transition and settled in the city, and started to court a beautiful woman who would later become my wife. One day working at the architecture firm, I left and got into my mustang gt. The roads were slicked and it was raining. As I drove around the bend, I felt an energetic anchor in my chest, creating anger, in the mind level, I heard my mother’s voice being repeated over and over, just take the pill, just take the pill. I started to Rage out for a second or two and my foot just suddenly hit the accelerator and my car launched forward and the tail broke loose and the car hopped the curb. I slid across the grass and t-boned a tree on the drivers side. Luckily upon impact, I jumped up from my seat as the tree sliced into the cockpit and folded it. Glass went everywhere and the mustang was permanently wrapped around this tree. I climbed out of the passenger door and called the police. They came and examined the scene, looked at my new tires and said that there was no way I slipped, and it was careless driving. I could have killed an old lady or myself. They charged me. That evening I went to my girlfriend Anita and asked her to pinch me to make sure I wasn’t a ghost. The night before I was at a Krishna Das concert. I was so uplifted that evening that I asked the universe to jump start with my life. I had never imagined it would begin with a near death accident and a bad concussion.

So the following weeks I had multiple tests to see if I had a head injury. I was just told that I had a mild concussion. At the firm my mind worked slower, not as sharp. I knew I had to take some time off. After a week I came back, and shortly after that I received a call from Chuck about helping out on some concepts for a Hollywood car film. I did a few and they liked it. The next thing I knew I resigned and was working in Montreal for three to four months. This was the beginning of my career in film.

Insert: events, coming soon.

Fast forward to just before the G20 was to take place in Toronto. Barricades were going up and security was high. During this time I started sensing something was up in the air. The day before it happened, I packed all the necessities for my wife and myself and told her that it wasn’t going to be safe downtown. We stayed at my parent’s house up town. The first day it started I got a call to work on an Alien Invasion tv show, the only thing was that it was right near where they would detain the rioters. I packed my gear and put a couple kali sticks in my bag and went down to draw for a day or two. It was pretty eventless in terms of any encounters where I was, but I was ready for anything. I wasn’t against the cops, just maybe against some crazy anarchists. I was actually in favor of the law enforcement, since I had a few friends who were law enforcement officers. I said a prayer for them to be safe.

From that event leading up to Nov of 2010, I started to get a feeling of panic, like some storm was coming. I went into training mode. I downloaded audiobooks on bushido and Samurai codes, and Navy Seal self help. I intuitively felt like I need to make body armor. I went out and bought thick rawhide leather to make cut proof vests. I went to a swat store to buy shin body armor for swat. Then I decided I needed to make my car a visible anchor to avoid any trouble, hence the rebuilding of the grill, subtle armor bits, push guard, painting the wheels black, and details that resonated a tank like Dark Knight vehicle. I vowed not to obtain weapons, ie guns or blades. But wanted to use defense techniques that were subversive by means of associations from my influences.

I took a seminar on Kali by a half blind Philippino master named Guru Nonoy. I took private lessons there but the thing is that I always felt like I was burning when I was there, and he would often lie back in his chair like he was going to sleep or fighting something inside.
During one of my last sessions with him I told him I might visit the Inocanto Academy for some classes. He said for me to say hi to Guru for him. Guru Nonoy shook my hand but kept a firm grasp of my hand, longer than it was comfortable before letting go. I also found myself getting lost in the apartment complex, always forgetting where his apartment was located. It was as if I was receiving a mental hazing.

Another anecdote is that I borrowed a set of chinese weapons from my fight choreographer friend. Almost immediately I felt energetic cuts to my body and invasions in my energetic field. I consulted my cousin’s husband in hong kong. He tuned in remotely by placing his hand in front of my face and located, identified and read the history of the weapon remotely. He was a retired US Army CIA. He told me that one particular weapon drew blood and possibly killed or injured someone in the past. It was just chromed and sold as a decorative weapon. This object needed to be grounded in earth. I didn’t care to do that; I just gave all the weapons back to him, and let him deal with it. Shortly after, the energetic intrusions went away.

When I went to my WC teacher’s classes, I felt I needed to talk to someone, so I asked to talk to him afterwards. I told him I had a moral dilemma of helping a fellow student, and what that in tales. We both went into a meditative state, immediately I noticed that his upper body started to wiggle, just like mine had at night. For me, that was confirmation that some kundalini energy was rising. I told him I also was having energetic issues, as well as possible confrontations on the streets, perhaps because I was in this dvd, how Breeze Luu Changed the world. After our exchange, he shook my hand and held it longer than it was comfortable. I left feeling a bit relieved and anxious.

Events: Insert here Europe trip

So I was invited to the WC barbeque. Before I left for it, I was deciding what to wear. My UFC real as it gets, if you can’t endure get a bodyguard shirt, was calling me, but I decided to pack that in my bag, and wear my Henry Rollins search and destroy shirt. I went to the grocery store and got olive oil and bread for the bbq potluck. When I got there, my friend said to me, that there are some new faces here that he didn’t know. This comment was a red flag to me because the delivery seemed guarded and unnatural. There weren’t as many people here for the run as previous years, but I noticed a few older adults I had never met. After the run, the food came out, and every body started to gather. There was the Choy Li fut Master, and a few other high level master martial artists, that I knew nothing about. I was introduced to one of my teacher’s friends, who asked for a paper towel from me to clean his hands. In my mind a thought came that perhaps he was asking if deeds could be erased. He was a larger heavier set man who definitely looked like a formidable fighter in the past. He introduced his son to me, who had a soft handshake and a gentle soul. Then I was introduced to two others that said they were not martial artists. One named Billy, who was a slimmer athletic fellow who kept doing martial arts stretches. Near the end of the bbq, I stood alone by myself. For a few moments I did a couple WC moves then my hands felt they had to come to my chest as if I was holding a sword or bottle. This was a common thing I use to do. In my peripheral vision an older fellow with a hat on his head came near me and I could sense he was scanning my energetics. I immediately visualized a crystal pyramid around me with the tip rising towards the sky. Immediately this older fellow turned away to my teacher and said something to him, and walked out from the back yard. I noticed that my teacher was worried. I thought to myself, what the hell is going on here? After I left I went to sit in my corvette, to ponder the clues, I saw the larger man and his son walk to their minivan. The fellow was in tears wiping them away with a paper towel.

When the Dalai Lama came to town in Nov 2010, that is when the opening became a breach. I started to notice a lot of signals that seemed to be subtle and contrived. Often times I would spot older folks walking around with casts, and limps. I intuitively knew that they were not injured. One very tall older Jewish or Russian man walked by me on Yonge st, wearing a cast. I heard a thought form: asking if he was injured. The next few associations I had were that there were scanners, looking in to see what I thought of these injuries and was suggested that operatives were being injured behind closed doors.

One night I ate at the Keg at the esplanade. In the room where I ate, I noticed a very large man walking around with an iphone at his chest, as if he was scanning the area. I thought that perhaps he was a Krav Maga rep. The key thing is that I understood why he held the iphone to his core. He was utilizing the radiation energetics to connect to his source.

I received a Call from Guru Nonoy asking if I could look on the internet for some information for him. A nephew wanted to go to college in the Philippines, so he asked me to look up schools in certain regions. He kept asking to look at Leilo Leilo. I found it strange that he kept on asking me to look at this name. Later it would make sense. I was feeling energetic burns to my head and organs, I had to tell him that I needed to hang up and rest.

I had this feeling to change my phone networks, or buy a new phone, so I went and got a Samsung, and was using it for a week. Then one morning I received a text message that said: E06 I love you. Shortly after, I received a phone call through the Rogers network, with the mission impossible theme, the recorded message said something like: the chosen mission is here should you accept it. I hung up right away. And thought to myself…Fuck something is going down.

Immediately my memory of Guru Nonoy ‘s meme, of Leilo Leilo came back. A Navy Seal Energetic feeling relayed me to think of Lay Low, Lay Low. So I kept that to heart, and just did my business around town as an observer, laying low, laying low.

Often I would frequent a vegetarian restaurant called commensal on Elm St. One of the days during this sweep in the city, I sat there eating my lunch when I noticed two or three, confederate looking fellows and one lady wearing Lee jeans walking by me, making eye contact. They wore a shirt that had the slogan, never leave one behind, or we have your back. And all two or three work a necklace with antique Key on it. The impressions I got were that they had the keys to everything, inside and out. Home and mind perhaps?

One morning I woke up and had a thought come to me, I heard the voice of my chiropractic doctor; ask me not to say anything bad about their practice and etc. Moments later I received a call on my cel phone, and it was Dr.Derek. He started to ask me how I was and if the treatments were helping, and if I could do a survey for a moment or two. After the call I thought wow, did I just make a link contact with him? Some times after in the mind link I got patched into the rep from the Life source Chiropractic company in the USA. I spent maybe an hour or two talking to him about what was happening in Toronto and the mechanistic stuff of energetic chiropractic.

Aside from experiencing some mental linkages the first time a motion capture link started was the night I went for dinner with my wife in Yorkville. We parked our car in the lot, and walked across from anthroplogie. I spotted Daniel Craig walk across the street with his blonde spiked hair. We then we went to Sushi Inn. We were seated near the middle off to the side. And I noticed to my right across from sat Mila Jovovich and her assistant. She was gorgeous, and sweet looking. During our dinner my right arm elbow started to twitch. I started to think perhaps there was puppet master in the restaurant. I scanned the area and noticed people watching me. A thought insert came in saying they were scientologist scanners. When Mila left another couple came in and sat down. I decided to to do some tests, and throw some coins on the floor. My wife said I was being weird, but I just told her I had to test something. She then stormed out back to the car.
When we got back to the apartment, I had to explain to my wife what was happening. I started to make notes on my newsprint on my easle. My wife intently listened. She went into the bedroom and wore a pink punny jumpsuit. And I think she was ready to make love. But from the body language I could sense two operatives coming though her motion capture. It was an Alice, and Tenas.

As a regular at commensal, I took my mother there for lunch one day. She nervously was relating a story to me about this woman that crossed train carts and fell though, cutting her arms. This was a story from readers digest. A thought form came to me that: if you switch teams you can be maimed. I looked behind myself and saw a fellow with a bike helmet on, looking like a physics scientist, and to my far right behind my mother, two men having a streaming conversation. I thought to myself, is this a triangulation technique of thought insertion? I decided to do a test. In my mind I said I would smash a bottle on this guy’s head. I told my mother I was going for a drink and I’ll be back. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a lemon grass carbonated water bottle and as I walked back to my seat I projected out that I was going to smash this over one of the guy’s head. I passed them and sat down. Immediately the guy with the bike helmet and the two men conversing left at the same time. Was this an experiment? Was it a test? They were American I think.

Everyday during this time, I would see german cars, swarming, and American cars driving aggressively. The hit point that was being made from this observation was, trying to insight a positional opinion of certain groups and civilians to side with one line or another. Another observation I had was that certain marine handlers wearing oakleys, were following possible middle eastern looking people on the street who were shaking uncontrollable. I would see panel wagons in various locations. One thought I had was that they were possibly being picked up for observation. I myself was shaking like a motherfucker, but I had to imagine my self as t-800, rerouting power to certain limbs for me to walk normally.

I knew the city was being swept by the good guys going for the bad guys, I knew I was a good guy but why the heck was I getting butchered? Who or what was my hidden enemy? I had to figure this out, or I would be dead, and I knew I would die regardless, so I just committed, figure this shit out, find the bad guy fucking my life up.

Once in a while I would make the trek out to Fresh, and one time I went and sat there in the afternoon drinking my veggie juice, staring at the window imagining logos and dissecting form and shape. A gorgeous blonde girl in the corner was watching me, she reminded me of my acting teacher. At some point I heard her say, “he’s got it.” Then immediately her friends came in and they were happy and laughing. I just ate my meal, feeling miserable and trekked back to home base.

I walked by commensal and saw this large rig or truck backing out, and a couple confederate men directing traffic around. The logo on the truck was, Freeman. Then I had a random thought. You are a freeman, but in terms of the usa, it means that doing your service doesn’t stop there, meals etc will be taken care of, for service of the great nation.

I started to suspect that perhaps operatives may have come in and out of my apartment, I noticed clues here and there like a collage message from random things. I started to do tests to figure out the theories. For example, I pulled out my Bruce Lee books and read them and looked at the pictures. The text and arrangement of the page lay out seem different than I remember. IT was as if there was some weird Christian version of rebirth trying to being explained. And the stories seemed to rewritten. Immediately I remember the interpretation I had looking at the golden globe in the Vatican. How history and digital information can be replaced or changed, books etc. And this was a test for me, to recognize if text book information had incursion points or not. It was like a test whether or not I would rely on written words. I had to put this away and perhaps revision it later. Something was happening. Later I realized it could have been a vanity press reproduction or a mind meld bender to warp my perception. I had to normalize somehow, a scrub or two helped ground me.

Intuitively I could see plays made in my apartment of different teams and reps coming in my apartment taking pictures and replacing things here and there, then leaving and some how observing how I was interpreting the clues. I was always trying to understand how they were two three steps ahead of me. Later on I realized it was a CAND experiment to see thoughts and my eyes knowing my moves. I think Hollywood reached out at the right time to help. An energetic Michael Bay message showing a transformer eye in Causal space, helped me get the clue of what the codex of transformer was. More than meets the eye. What Eye? Your own eyes, what’s more than one eye? The eyes behind the eyes? Then the question was what kind of transformer are you? Autobot or decepticon? I saw an Asian kid one night drive by in a silver Mercedes with an auto bot sign on the side of his car. Intuitively I felt he was from California, and from a tech company checking out teams in Toronto.

Then it was a cat and mouse game of mind melding, incursions, inceptions, physical deception, and realizing I couldn’t get the enemy out of me. What was I to do? Rip my own eyes out? But I knew if the enemy was inside moving me around and looking through goggles, then there were good guys doing the same.

So what does a kid do? I went right to my Hollywood movies and projected my heros to help me get through this nightmare. If it was an espionage world, I was only going to side with a Daniel Craig James Bond or a Mission Impossible Tom Cruise. And maybe go haywire like Matt Damon in Bourne Identity. And always went to a james Cameron Movie hero like in Avatar.

I remember finding clues that people were in out of my Shelby. In the mind world a thought was being drilled in that people were taking it for a joy ride. And finger was pointed at a Sean Sirger. It didn’t make sense but it was hammered in all the time. I thought, what the fuck is this? I have nothing against this guy, he is a Breeze Luu Brother. What enemy wants me to turn against a brother. I even dropped a message on his answering machine. Then some one went and took my white grease pencil and make target markings on my trunk molding. So I created a dialogue with collage bits in the trunk to receive messages from the right force. I knew some people were testing me, with mind suggestions that my car was being messed up. The truck lid was crooked, I was once outside my parents house, and just yelled out,” who is fucking with my Shelby!” Then I saw a ford ranger drive by checking things out.

I was relayed the idea that different car makers were battling for loyalty from customers, and trying to coerced new buyers by destroy brand loyalty. Germans vs Japanese vs Koreans vs Americans etc.

I knew some car makers were associating sexual coercion and visibility in their cars with operatives as anchors driving around to hype image. Who knows if it promised warranty for causal space sex, but it was mentioned and suggested.

I knew different lines were coming in, and my bioenergetics were being messed up badly and I had to stop it, so I had to problem solve how to cut the lines. So the first thing I had to do is drop this whole acting job and business, and go undercover, figure out who was fucking things up. I remember putting on my suit and tie, all black, my head shaved, and I went into transporter mode. I went into my agency and broke the contract. They took the papers and tore it in front of me.
I took my mom’s black benz and started to patrol around the area. I was driving through the junction and saw a yellow dodge pickup, the same as in Killbill. I knew it was a marker point for a certain league present here in Toronto. IT was like the eagles had landed.

I went to Actra and dropped my membership because energetically I wanted to cut any possibility of a Scientologist line coming through the acting league.

Later I spotted a ford 150 with Chuck Lidell looking over trying to make eye contact, and his pretty blonde braided sitting there in the passenger seat. This was when I was driving up Bayview ave towards Leslie. By Scarborough town center a red Dodge with the sticker decal GSP on the tail drove by me and almost cut me off.

Again one day when I was driving up Bayview ave and beside me was an old Nissan Sentra, green or purple, with some handler looking guys with beanies in black laughing in the car beside me. I thought, what the fuck are they laugh at, so I followed them on left on sheppard ave. The driver looked like Joe Lewis’ partner trainer. I recognized him from my Joe Lewis books. AS I followed them, the guy in the back seat kind of looked like Randy Couture. I wasn’t sure. They all could have been placed look a likes, but I had to investigate. So I followed them. The guy in the back did a hand codex, by cracking each of his fingers, and doing a tang sou, like showing the message, that you had been served. They turned into an apartment parking lot and I drove by. I thought, ok, they must be Americans doing their job, as visual anchors.

I started to think of the possibilities of this mind coercion, melding influencing, moving around, embodiment, possession interfacing getting in the wrong hands could really destroy families and relationships on many levels. In an elite family, some thing could happen to a race car driver, to come in and crash a car, killing him leaving an opening for another man to take his widows hand’s in marriage, taking over the wealth and position of that family’s hierarchy. Or take out a movie star’s husband and bring an implanted man to take her hand and take the wealth line away from the family structure. This way of interfacing could be very dangerous with people who are of high profile. From simple people, to all the way to the top. The question is, how does one protect the body mind of each family member? OR even the children when the interfacing evolves and changes with each generation. The game rules may change.

I didn’t’ know the answer, I kept receiving tests and death hits, but I didn’t know how to stop it. I felt John the Baptist burning up and raging all the time. But I had remind myself of the vipassana training.

Insert Theories for inception to Hai family in Hong Kong. Defensive service in progress…
Very early on when all this started to happen, a line patched in from a rep for my Uncle Jules Hai. He was using a priority line through a British connection and holiness lama related line. It was related to me that he might have to deal with certain causal connections his wife had with exs. And he has concerns with his family line. So contact had to be made just to establish a connection to Hong Kong. This may or not have been my uncle but energetically the message ran true. My extended family in Hong Kong is part of a Billionaire Empire. So when drawing the lines and direction with what was happening to me, it makes sense why I was having these battles and issues. There are inception issues etc. Just like the movie Inception, there may be ulterior motives for incursions into my body and consciousness. IF and when they understand what is happening in Toronto, I know they would recruit the best in the business to safe guard their family and heirs. If millions had to be spent, that would be no issue for them. I was just left with little resources and my wit to solve and analyze this system integration and crimes. Ever since I was on the DVD How Breeze Luu changed the world, it’s been a non-stop battle intermittently.

Each day I didn’t know how to stop this, I knew people were coming in through different lines, destroying my conscious mind. People were coming out of the wood work to make contact here and there, I just wanted the linking to stop and energetic intrusions and pain to stop. I didn’t care about causal space sex, been there done that, no thank you. Just when things got too unbearable I found the right teams came in place. When I was at Fairview one night, I noticed people observing each other. I walked past the apple store and an old lady seemed to converse in the mind and walk away. I went down to the food court, and thought I saw my uncle Jetkan watch me like a hawk flipping a small bag of rice over and over. It looked like him, with about ten more pounds heavier. I looked across the crowd, and saw this very talk British Airwave stewardess dressed woman lock eyes with me. She work black eye liner but seemed very concerned when we met eyes. She was like 5’9” and just got up and walked away. She seemed very familiar. Later at night at home, as I was getting burned and twisted in the mind, an energetic presence came in the causal realm. It was a Middleton rep, helping guide me to make the right choices. I realized that woman in the court was a reference point for the British helpers in the causal space. She and they helped me understand what was happening in the city, and to choose the right lines that were true and were the root of who I was. So I knew and choose the UK Canada causal phone line, because I am Canadian. Then while this happened I remembered seeing her father twice in Yorkville walk by me twice. Later on the British Airwave ladies were there to help. I had to past test from the Royal scrubber temptations, to the come licky tests too. I was given stories, in the palace to relate to. So for a week or so I was radioed in the British line, but something happened downtown, at one point the transmission went haywire. There was screaming and confusion etc. I wasn’t sure but I think there had been some deadly confrontations and forced entries. I walked the city to find many women dressed like Kate Middleton walking by making eye contact, looking sad worried like they were just crying etc. Something was up and it was a dangerous world now here in TO. Every night and day was like this for years…

I recall now before these events the groups that came in first were the USA Army going through checks with me, getting me familiar with lingo. All I remember is that I was called a humble pie amongst other things. Then the RCMP came in and reminded me of my roots, and to be on the right side of the force and the Lord. A rep came in to spend time with me to debrief what was happening to me in the city. And to always kiss my wife every night because it might be last time you see her. Every night was like this for a while. I went through visual memory tests, to understand the flexibility of my mental ability, which wasn’t very good. Whenever I waver, I remember the RCMP and the cops all the time.

On a side note, in the parking lot with my brother in my car, I saw a pick up truck with two guys in dark glasses and beanies idling a few car lengths away. On my left a light blue Chrysler parked beside me momentarily with two Queen Elizabeth wearing the same clothes sitting in the car. I saw them for a moment or two, and then they drove off. That was a marker for the Queen, as a reminder.

Even choosing to be under the Queen and the UK, the energetic attacks didn’t stop.
But one-night things changed forever. I couldn’t take the energetic incursions and I was in so much pain and confusion, and was near despondent. Then all of a sudden I got the message, stand tall, President Obama is here. In causal space in crystalline blue light was Obama’s face looking up to the right. IT was like 12- 13 ft tall. I relayed that I was with the Queen already, but would not give up my citizenship. But I did understand the partnership of the two countries and Mexico as the united America. Then I knew we were one allied force. I raised my right hand and repeated carefully what was said. After that I was instructed with a call phrase with how to clear the nodal points in the energetic body from merging attachments, a way to clear as much as possible respectively. After that I gave myself permission to get my Z06, and contribute to the car company of the USA, to put it in American pockets.

More recently an energetic Rep for Harper came through for me to not forget about Canada and being Canadian. He came to review what the big picture was to live here in Canada and like I guessed, he was very concerned and heart felt with how the direction may change for Canadians, especially with how its set up. USA is a melting pot, all in or nothing, where as here, in this country, it’s mixed allegiances, and the landscape of the people and their loyalty and code can shift so fast from just a phone line. So the underpinnings of the society and fabric could be at stake at any time. I was able to sit in, on perhaps a prerecorded transmission of him and Trudeau conversing with uncertainty of loyalty, people have here in their home land. One message I got was to stay in Canada and do your work and fight a fair good fight to keep it clean and proper.

I remember when I was trying to block the Quantum strikes I started to send emails to a corporate Alose.ca, with just pictures of Indiana jones, and the crystal skull, making associations of Nazi Kate Blanchet hair cut with an aunt haircut. All of a sudden my father came back with a bloody eye that he just crashed his Benz down the street from our house. He hit a tree head on, and fell asleep driving home less than a block away. This happened right when I was sending this art meaning emails. Was this coincidence? Which mindlinker spy went into my dad’s mind to make him fall asleep? I get linkers go in me when I drive all the time trying to make me crash. Could it be corporate hislers? It was too real to forget. Within a week later, my mother fell and broke her wrist. All was going wrong. Why because an email I was sending? Who knows?

At one point before this happened when all this stuff was happening, my mother called my uncle Stallone and Auntie Paulette, to come over right away. They were here I said to them, tell me why are all these audis following me? I then looked at my aunt and uncle and told them to fuck off with the force of Rollins to the nth degree. Immediately I saw Uncle Stallone take off his Buddha beads off his wrist. Immediately a thought came, that he did a misdeed. I then took off to Richmond hill to clear the energetics and stayed a night at the Sheraton. The next morning I was greeted by a Serbian or Russian fella in the elevator, asking me what time it was? I proceeded to the parking elevator and as the door closed, I saw Donnie Yen look over and smile with the wig on from his latest movie. When I got home a few days later, I saw his new movie poster in a chinese magazine with him with the exact same wig on.

I remember following a hunch from a NNN that people were being trained on Quantum Biofeedback boxes to use as tools for incursion exercises. I got a visual to check out a house on Old English Lane. It was a Lousie house. When I got there, there were all these dealership cars parked on the street and drive way. I just drove by asking myself, is there a connection from this Lawyer to Quantum espionage? I wasn’t sure, I just followed a hunch.

From there in the causal space mind play, a Lousie and Stallone came forward to see if I would give up JKD and be with Krav Maga. This was guarded and regulated by a Near Miss. There was negotiations happening, but all I could do was wear my wet suit and wrap my head with a towel to try to block the incursion points in the body. I politely declined as much as possible after some causal space sparring. Then shook like a mother fucker.

One banter and play and message was that a Lousie possibly want to have causal space sex with my wife.

My suspicion was the Alose.ca league was using freelancers, and any resource they could to Quantum block and blast.

It was related to me at some point in the mindlink that ALose.ca League was using Chinese freelancers as coercive spies in my relatives’ minds, and friends too.

Latest development: CAND Dr. Albert Fong, Dr. Ziperks etc ordered finger breaks on Sanjuro, to waking him to see though his eyes, using goggle technology. They spent an hour or two trying to wiggle him around, send messages to him. The confession made by them is that they film him scuffing, and having intimate relations etc. And pass it around the office. In their Hit Lists. These references to these individuals may not be accurate, but a reference point to a certain league and team. Causal space guardians were present: Seagal, Trudeau, Statham, Prince William. Logged nov 5 2014 12:48am conjural experience. Or not

One thread that came in on the inside line that the Alose.ca corporates of VW porshe and Audi were using their corporate minklink lines to tap into Sanjuro’s mind to Coerce him to buy one of their cars. After the nights being zapped and berated, I drove out to Yorkmills and Bayview plaza, there a high pitch noise came through my head. As I got out of my car, my united nations dog tag fell off my chain, and I kept hearing, buy an Audi, buy an Audi if you want to get out of it. I said, “fuck you I wont’ buy one, I’ll get a mini which is British- german engineering to fuck you hislers out of my head.” I drove to the Mini dealership downtown, and ordered a black clubman with black wheels. Right after I did that the mind pain went away temporarily. Later the next day or the same day when I got home downtown, I got a patch in from an operative saying that the mini wasn’t enough to cock block the German corporate coercion team. Mini is built and owned by BMW. The best thing is to go American. Once I realized that I decided to get a corvette of my dreams. That day I drove up to Roy Foss and say what was available in corvettes. I wanted to get a black base level, which was more in my price range but instead ordered a grey 2011 zo6. Right upon order, I heard a thought, that the Germanic team will blow your eyes out, immediately my right eye popped. IT was like my cornea or lens was being forced to be dislodged. I didn’t care, my logic was to put my money into an American company that was government sponsored. IF there was anyway to invest in Eagles and believe in them, then I had to prove it. And it was something I believed in. The next few weeks passed and I finally got the car, and the air was clean as hell.

Some time later, perhaps months later, I was on my drive way organizing my equipment in my Vette, at like 3-4 am in the morning, and I got the message to look up in the sky. There above my house was a chem train that went vertically up, like a straight line. At the bottom was a UFO with fiery blinking lights sitting there in the sky. The message heard was, “ Obama Air Force One”. That was confirmation what happened.

I remember having battles by so-called Russian and Israeli operatives. But at some point I cleared things with them, and it wasn’t a problem any longer. One example was I was getting the message that someone put c4 in my car camera, it was relayed over and over again. I went outside my wife’s apartment and saw two Russian operatives on cel phones watching me. One had a shirt that said Bomb Detection Unit. The longest standing war I had was with thespian spy actors and Germanic operatives, code named Yorgen. I remember having mindmelding battles with these guys in Causal space. They appropriated an avatar like Scott Atkins to fight me, both energetically and mentally. While he did his fancy kicks, I just projected a transformer that had tons of saws and blades that just cut up and tore his body apart. At some point they just gave up. One day Yorgen started to take a fit, I started to channel, him yelling, “what the fuck, he is a merger? Shifter? Projector? Jesus Fucking Christ! I have to tell Uncle Stallone.”

One thing I realized that who ever came in as avatars of people I have heard of or know, could be masked and hidden, like puppet masters, shadow play. The clues for me were, what were the teams, sides and directions of avatar operatives coming in. IT was just a matter of choosing teams sides and proving myself.

I knew that my WC teacher had many interfacing going on. One of the clues I remember was when I saw him at the bbq in oct 2010, he looked like he had been crying or stressed all night. He pointed out to me and said that Henry would give me a call, immediately his right elbow jerked in. I’ll always remember that as a signal.

Later I met him at his house to talk about things, on the table in the living room were TCM equipment etc. I remember thinking, was that there to hear what I had thought of it? My teacher then decided to call my mother, right when he did she started talking non stop to him, he held the phone away from his ear to show me. She had been discussing my case with him. Then he kept talking to me, the thumbs of his hands were tucked in and his fingers repeatedly clasped his thumbs over and over again. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but later I realized he was calling on an operative to channel his conversation. A week or two later, while I was listening to all the noise, I heard that a USA operative was leaving my building, I immediately went down to look in the lobby and followed a man in a suit walk out doing the same hand clasping as my WC teacher. I started to connect the dots.

Sometime later I went to visit a fellow WC student at his house in Richmond hill to practice grappling, on the way up there, on the 404, a maroon Hummer followed me, when we got to the Exit at Hwy 7, it drove next to me. On the passenger door had the decal in hand written font, Linda Luu.
During my grappling session with Kaan, he persisted that the Quantum Biofeedback box doesn’t work. I argued that it did. I instantly remembered mentioning this to my WC teacher, and he had an unpleasant look on his face.
After our training we went to lunch, at some hk style café. Across from us I noticed a guy sit right down, and he was a dead ringer to my old friend from high school . Edmund. He held his iphone up at us for over ten mins. Was he taping? Who knows? Then afterwards, I saw Keith Chan in the parking lot. I didn’t say hi but I know he must have a Russian line in him.

I remember checking on my car, constantly to see if it really was any entries going on. Once I took out my sd card from my car camera, reviewed the footage and put it back. I placed double sided tape to seal it. I then took off the cover on the second side, so I left it sticky. A few days later I found double sided tape on the camera but only this time there was the cover on, it wasn’t peeled off, the way I left it. I suspected this might be a slip on the operative’s part. I was cautious from then on.

I started to theorize connective tissues with what teams were doing what. I drew possible connections with Uncle Stallone’s research in energetic x ray with CAND research Dr. Zipers, who were good friends, with Germanic corporates, and possible enemies of Breeze Luu using incursion technology or melding techniques to infiltrate the psyche. This was just conjectural thought, but in a round about way, I was sourcing where all the zapping and melding was coming from. Were levels of architects, from different legions, manipulating or guiding me? I think it was all the above.


I remember hearing my Uncle Stallone say, that whenever he needed to find a way to solve business problems he would meditate and then we would get the answer. Today, I don’t think it was the Buddha giving him answers, but coordinate Germanic corporate operatives helping him.

With all this energetic penetration I started to have health problems which still plaque me to this day. Back in 2010-2011 I went to have a stress test in Richmond Hill. I was wearing my Inocanto sweater in the doctor’s office while waiting for my turn to go in. Another man came in, who I later identified as possibly Sakyong Mipham, with short hair and wearing black and orange. He sat across from me, studying me. When the receptionist called my last name, he got up and said is that for me or you? I thought that was rather strange. I went into the room and went on the treadmill. He went into the adjacent room. After the stress test I sat on the chair to cool down. While I was sitting there, I looked out the window imagining buildings blown up, ufos flying and aliens battling marines in this fire fight. When I exited my room I saw that man literally run out of his room and out of the clinic. Later, I was guided to look up a Tibetan lama who has a holy house in Nova Scotia Canada, and there was that man, Sakyong, with a shaven head on the splash page of his website promoting Tibetan Buddhism.

For days in the causal stream a rep for Charlise T, Ryan R, and J. Statham came to make a linkage connection. I definitely know it probably was not them personally, but it was a reference point to relay information. With What Charlise was teaching me about is to respect the energetic private space when merging or interfacing with a woman, she many times found men trying to stimulate themselves when connection was made. I was respectful and just received what was said. This went on intermittently for a day or two. Statham rep was just intently listening and feeling out the spaces. I got a visual anchor of seeing the back of his heard cocked up listening intently when possible. The next day I was walking around Yorkville, and walked by a patio at a luxury hotel and saw Charlise T, sitting there with her friend, petite brunette, I made eye contact with Charlise then she turned to speak to her friend.

For a few days Jesse James’ energetic Rep came to speak in the causal realm. Most of our discussions were based on the perceptions Canadians had of Americans. Seeing huge loud suvs on the street were markers of Americana, and how Canadians reacted to the presence of these so called Roid boys, were scanned. Jesse also relayed how conservative Canada was in terms of self-expression. In California people express themselves with cars. Here in the Toronto area there aren’t many modifying shops and accessory chains. The Canadians were too conservative in their patriotism, and rather not stand out from the crowd. His father energetically showed presence and it was shown to me what they were working on in the shop.
The next day I went to Guess, and purchased a beaded black cross necklace, which I charged with my credit card. The next day I was walking in the Eaton Center and went into Sephora. I spotted Kat Von D with make up covering her tattoos. Later I walked from Queen to dundas on yonge st. From a far I saw a man walk into my line, dressed as a goth, long black hair, trench coat, black boots etc. He walked right in front of me and we met eyes. It was Jesse James from monster garage. He was wearing the same necklace I purchased from Guess a day before. I turned around to see him walk by, and noticed that his feet turned in like he had collapsed arches or something.

I remember driving up Yonge st, and seeing a red 350z driving behind me, the driver was Chinese and had a crew cut. All of a sudden I noticed in my energetics, a fear anchor turn on and a sick feeling over came my stomach. A thought insert relayed that it was a Chinese Red Army Rep being seen. Afterwards I analyzed the experience and equated it to seeing a random observation, then a feeling center being activated, then a thought insertion to make a connection to whole experience. Inflection to that, it was to understand my associated response to that stimulus. But base point, it was just an observation, which was manipulated to bring meaning to the viewer me. The question was, what system was being interfaced to create this experience.

In the winter during this time I remember leaving Fairview mall during the afternoon and a fella that looked like a dead ringer of Daniel Craig asked me if this mall had a particular store, he was smiling and laughing and he spoke with a Russian accent. I knew it was a relational marker point.