LAWRENCE, KANSAS, Revised March 4, 2024, 7:10 AM, CST—
Before I begin, know that I love everyone mentioned in this article, I truly do. They helped me learn how to love myself unto God. For that, I am thankful unto God. I also learned the importance of editing your comments. Although, sometimes, I do believe that deleting your own personal comments is necessary, in order to learn how to not do it, again.
In considerable addition, the only way I was able to realize specifics about the truly beneficial self-unanimous idea of world and universal peace, was by abandoning, so to say, but not completely, for lack of a better word, what I call, the “CTMU ‘200 IQ’ ship!”
Turn back to the Holy Bible King James Version, which I learned from them, ironically. Read it, all of it, and do as you like after that.
The following contains some republished material, but has a lot more. If you do not want to read it all the way through, I suggest taking breaks from it, and sort of picking back up where you left off.
In order to alert others, I rush-publicized my claims about the CTMU cultish tendencies earlier—don’t all sciences and religions have that?—which I have now reserved for this post alone. I do believe they are still ultimately correct, but I am more correct.
I am the Cognitive-Theoretic Model of the Universe: A New Kind of Reality Theory, but this one is about God above me unto God. I believe you can know this about yourself, too.
“Gee.. Doh.” I said at Children’s Mercy Hospital in Kansas City, Kansas, before my release from my recovery there, after my coma spent in Pediatric ICU at the University of Kansas Medical Center in Kansas City, Missouri, in 1994.
Know that in my late twenties, a neuro-psychologist, specifically in regards to my 1994 traumatic brain injury, found me to be highly intelligent, and suggested that in order to improve my speech-language ability, I should simply speak out loud more as a way to learn how to process my thoughts better into words.
I know for certain life is a cognitive, cosmogonic dream, so to speak, since waking up from a coma as a boy. So to me, the CTMU books are a no brainer. Duh.
No one is dumb. Everyone has immense cognitive potential, as my life proves.
Please note, this is a stately matter of my own reputation, which I have been trying to earn back by becoming a better, positive man, which I encourage every man to learn how to do, in order to help you understand that, truly, there is a Great Source within your self unto something Greater.
Some of these accusations I am about to make are based on feelings, while others are based on facts. Neither of those two discredit each other. But, it is my belief that Christopher Michael L. and his wife Gina L. are criminals, even though they have a heart, still; that they have been fooling us all, perverting the Holy Bible for their so-called benefit to all.
I will say, however, that the concept of the Global Operator-Descriptor/Definer as “GOD” is a terrific concept by Christopher Michael L. if that was even his idea to begin with. It convinced me of the existence of God through the idea of Logos, or the Word, which comes directly from the Bible—the idea of God; that’s really all it is.
I also believe that The Book of Eli, the condensed book of small, simplified chapters about the merging of science and religion, with one commandment being, Forsake Usury, was composed by Christopher Langan, but that I am here to complete the further self-initiation in order to remedy the perils of Usury in this world, because Langan has done his job with me, himself some kind of twisted embodiment of “The Architect” from The Matrix (1999), to use the analogy.
However, I think some usury is necessary, for now, in order for a greater end to be accomplished. Really, though, in the perfect world, the one we should all aim for, no usury should be allowed. I don’t think I will be here to see that. But it is possible.
I know this because at a church building one day—I am not stupid—a Secret Agent sat near me during our “church building congregation” meeting time. I introduced myself, like the recovering sinner that I thought I was—I still have some cancerous, or something, red mark on my nose that has been healing very slowly for two years or so.
I walked up to the Secret Man in the church building.
“Hi, my name is Eric.” I said.
We shook hands.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
He looked into my eyes deeply, and said, “Eric.”
Thank the Lord! He saved my life that day. It helped me remember that my name, as an identity itself, is very important. God bless him. Amen.
Remember, Lawrencians, when FORSAKE USURY was chalked all about town, in certain locations, in 2021. That was me who did that through the idea that was shared to me by Gina L., because she watched my movie From Ashes to Immortality (2016). I thank God for her for that. Amen.
I also thank the University of Kansas for teaching me Rock Chalk battle tactics, the only true college way to fight a nonviolent war, in my belief, other than nonviolent actions, and nonviolent speech. That sort of thing.
I believe there are some dark powers going on with the Langans, and I hope this matter is resolved peacefully someday soon. I am risking my life, it seems, with this article.
They think they are the true Christians.
No.
It comes as no shock that Substack has been overwhelmed by people who give the White race a bad name. They should all be ashamed of themselves, and repent, for the Kingdom of God is at hand.
Proverbs 1:5 A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels:
Proverbs 1:6 To understand a proverb, and the interpretation; the words of the wise, and their dark sayings.
Matthew 21:12 And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves.
First off, the People of the United States of America should be allowed to tell the truth.
Duh.
The CTMU wants to dominate all truth as a religion that cleverly attempts to turn their readers away from the Holy Bible KJV, even though it also sources from the accuracy of the same book, which ironically is the only reason I like the CTMU religion, or any other religion for that stately matter.
But, that’s called deception; however, the CTMU is useful to some, but only as a tool, not a cult.
If you compare my articles, efforts, YouTube videos, participation and facilitation over the years to theirs, you can see how either one of the L.s—most likely his wife, but really both—have been “stealing” my ideas, like the little weasel-y con artists that either both or one of them are. In relationships, it takes two to tango.
For instance, Christopher Michael L. was not publicly assertive at all that the Illness was, at least in one part, a big foul stinking game to destroy part of humanity—until I shared with his Facebook group a video where David Icke stood up to the Illness in a London Square about midway, or so, in 2020.
After that, L. jumped on the opportunity to make it look like it was his idea to vocalize his campaign against the Illness.
I even contacted Robert Malone and told him to get in touch with Langan, and then the two of them proceeded to circle jerk each other like I had done nothing.
Why would they do that? Because they think I am stupid, or did.
I do not have the energy to explain all of this to you. I will not even tell you to trust me. That is up to you.
Proverbs 1:2 To know wisdom and instruction; to perceive the words of understanding;
Proverbs 1:3 To receive the instruction the instruction of wisdom, justice, and judgement, and equity
Proverbs 1:4 To give subtilty to the simple, to the young man knowledge and discretion.
Gina L. once told me, during my campaign against the Illness, something about my Love Freedom Knowledge Foundation non-profit campaign, which I did pay for, also with Federal EIN.
Since “no one” supported me, at first, after I started it, the nonprofit is in bad standing. I do have to say, however, that one of my childhood best friends, his father, did buy some shirts from me, and a Black American gave me a dollar donation for a Shit’s True bumper sticker I made. Also, an owner of a manual labor company did help me with startup registration costs. Thank you. Know that these people identify as liberals, and in principle, liberalism is great. It’s the hypocrites who give it a bad name.
People liked it when I stood in Downtown Lawrence with a sign with this pattern on it:
L ove
F reedom
K nowledge
My efforts were to reduce the amount of hatred towards pretenders in Lawrence, Kansas, because people had been referring to Lawrence, Kansas, as Lawrence F^ckin’ Kansas, which is something that came from the earlier days when people like Pauly Shore toured Lawrence and referred to Lawrence as “Lawrence F^ckin’ Kansas!”
LFK PRESS is right down the street from where I live.
I told the owner if I ever get millions, I will give her my first million. I do not care. LFK® has to be Love Freedom Knowledge, at least somewhat. She, or whomever, can take it. It will do the world some good.
At this point, I still don’t care. I’ll do it the better, anyway, with Wisdom, too.
As of February 26, 2024, I told a man at LFK PRESS to take the idea, as a way to understand how to achieve Wisdom, and to keep all the money that they want. I don’t care.
I did not ask for his name, but he said, “OK.”
As a one man team, called a rebel, a terrorist, and even had sort of Wanted pictures of my face in government buildings in my small City, I took all the heat.
“I don’t think it’s going to work.” Gina L. said, referring to my Love Freedom Knowledge Foundation nonprofit in 2020, like the “fat cat” she is—Chris Langan’s words, not mine.
“I know.” I responded to her, because I knew I would be, so to say, eaten alive by the Beast of Lawrence, Kansas, and that is exactly what happened, and what has been happening less and less after taking the beating.
Like Tommy Lee Jones, from Men In Black (1997), “Eat me!”
That was three years after I awoke from my coma, in 1994, when that movie came out.
I even called the Human Performance Director at Bert Nash Community Mental Health Center, one day in late April 2021, because I was sick and tired of all the elitist types of snobbish partiers running the City of Lawrence. They live, and love, to intentionally separate themselves from the Public they claim to serve.
Go right ahead and see for yourself how there are more doors and locked access to so-called Public Offices in the so-called City Hall building in Lawrence, Kansas. This has been going on since the Illness, and the only made access impossible since the Illness—because of me. I believe in non-violence, am not a “safety concern to myself or others”, they simply are only afraid of God.
Well I got news for them.
"I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
That was Kansan Dwight D. Eisenhower who influenced that. He was born on October 14, 1890. I was born on October 14, 1985.
I was simply not going to go along with the destruction of ordinary people in Lawrence, but “they” were, and still kinda are. I had gone to City Commission meetings, alone, and became the first person to run for the Office of City Commission in Lawrence, Kansas, for that next cycle.
I even witnessed them on Wednesday, February 28, 2024, at Lawrence Beer company gathered together in a private room, for a get-together. It looked halfway decent to me though.
The Douglas County Elections Office, in the County where Lawrence is located, deliberately violated their duties to the Public by not even issuing any Public Notice that I registered as a Candidate for Commissioner, for months.
The Lawrence Journal-World refused to publicize news about me, and they still do, too; even the other so-called free press organizations. I will admit, though, I am seeing progress in that return to the freedom of the press, and I understand the hooligans they sell news to. I, also, recently told the Editor that he doesn’t have to write a story about me, that I think he is doing a fine job—now.
The Director of Communications for the City of Lawrence deliberately harassed and defamed me. That is why he is gone, currently. I wish him well.
Everything has gotten me to this point of my life, after I learned how to overcome hardships. Very hard times those were.
When I called the Human Performance Director at Bert Nash, who is, or was married—I don’t know—to a sitting City Commissioner during those days and who is now still on Commission, I left a message that said, “If [you and] the Commissioners don’t start doing something to protect the Public, I’m going to do something!”
Well, they fell for my trap, and they committed me into the Belly of the Beast, so to say, into Osawatomie State Hospital.
But first, the Police came to get me, because I had pissed off a Community Health Police Officer named Susan, who was hungry for my blood, because she hates men—real men, or she did. I don’t know anymore about that.
A Police Officer grinned like a thief as he walked in the place where I was living and, again, I willing let them prejudice me, because my aim for uniting all of humanity is greater than anyone else I know.
Another Policeman, who took me to Lawrence Memorial Hospital Psych Ward, was very nice to me, so I gained some respect for the Lawrence Police Department that day.
The Psycho nurses, I beg your pardon, thought I was on meth, but I was prescribed the lowest dose of amphetamine by Dr. Dunlap from their same hospital system, which is now called LMH Health—and they knew it. I tried my best to keep calm, and even sat Indian style, in hope, but it didn’t work. They don’t care about anything but their agenda, most of the time, but not always.
They would not even let me collect evidence on paper of what they were doing to me, until I snatched a pen, and started writing things down on a piece of paper that I managed to get. A psychiatric nurse came in, at some point, ripped it from my hand, and crumpled it up. I made sure to tell her that what she was doing was illegal.
The only non-provable accusation they could say as reason to commit me was that I was a “safety concern to myself and others”.
Liars.
They used my pharmaceutically authorized medicine, the lowest dose possible, once I finally agreed to give a urine sample, as reason to proceed. Those vicious pigs, if you catch my drift. May God forgive them. But also, the main lady pawning the operation used to be my bartender at the Bourgeois Pig in Lawrence, Kansas, like she wasn’t herself mentally ill, and didn’t need to go where she was sending me. Her name begins with the letter K. God bless her heart, please. Amen.
I looked at a picture of the pretend Governor of Kansas, Laura Kelly, on the wall as I entered in full body chains, because I trusted the Douglas County Sheriffs more at the time to take me there, and that was their rule. No problem for me. I trust them.
I announced to a Security Guard who escorted me from the Sheriff Deputy, who were both not wearing masks, like I was not, either, “She’s the Wicked Witch of Kansas.”
If you think this is crazy, understand that that comment is symbolic. The Security Guard Man was delighted by me saying that, and I know he knew I was right.
They took me took me into a room, and I stripped naked. They weighed me, and also took my height. I was happy, like Martin Luther King Jr. was happy for the Civil Rights has was advocating for while trying to defend All Americans. Duh.
Oh, and Langan thinks King Jr. was a plagiarist. That mother f’er Langan plagiarizes all the time. He just twists all the sentences and alphabetic structures around to prove his whiney ass point, like he is even going to do anything about it in person, like I have been doing this whole time—the actionable part of what he cries about.
After they escorted me, from that strip-naked room, to inside the so-called looney bin, the first psychiatrist they put me with ended up asking me how to quit his alcoholism. I told him to simply quit. He appeared very relieved that I said that. He also did not prescribe me any “medicine” at all.
So-called Healthcare Workers there continued to ask me repeatedly if I wanted to hurt people or kill myself, and I said No, or gave a Zero rating every time, because I believed in myself, like those little vampires try to get you to believe otherwise.
I was not prescribed any medication whatsoever, at first, like I said, but then they changed my psychiatrist, and they gave me the lowest dose of medicine possible for what they thought I was—some kind of a crazy person.
Wrong. But, I do admit, like Seal sang, “Oh, we’re never gonna survive unless we are a little crazy.”
Even Gina Langan personally told me in regards to her CTMU followers, “You’re not as crazy as them.”
Yup.
I followed the State Mental Hospital commands for days, that is, for some two weeks, and people on both sides of the bar, so to speak, told me how much they thought I had heart and was wonderful.
I couldn’t sleep well with a broken neck, since I had my C6 spinous process shattered less than a month before, and the television outside my so-called looney room played Fresh Prince of Bel-Air so loud I could not sleep.
I love Will Smith and that show. I grew up with an American and Hispanic family combo as my neighborhood babysitter and friendly neighborhood family, and that was one of my favorite family prime time shows to watch in their house. My favorite babysitter ever: Martha. What a lovely woman, like my Mother is, too.
But, the system they had set up in that so-called looney area, where my room was by the television outside, played so loud at night, it was torture.
Interestingly, I did notice the numbers of Pi written out on a white board, and I noticed that whoever wrote it got one of the digits wrong.
Do you know that they committed Albert Einstein’s son to a mental hospital where he died?
What a sick joke, those bastard Germans. God bless them anyway. Amen.
My Grandfather, Albert Bock, somewhat like Albert Einstein, worked for the privatized military industrial complex as a secret government man. I looked at his typewriter written resume, and he had a secret government clearance on it.
Yea, Grandpa!
He died a month before my coma in 1994. I cried so hard.
People use mental illness as an excuse to abuse people they think are mentally ill, it frankly disgusts me, and it even disgusted British Psychiatrist R. D. Laing who was able to find out through his treatment of patients that schizophrenia is not real, it is only a phenomenon where “the light begins to break through the cracks of our all too closed minds.”
There were a bunch of very nice people who were committed there with me, and most where abused by butt brains, like I was, except a White lady who was vicious, tried to rape my Black roommate, and gave me the “wolf fangs sign”.
A tough Hispanic man was there who liked to beat the crap out of people. But, he was doing them a favor, because every time he did, those individuals he beat up were released.
He did not mess with me, though.
It was very evil of the City of Lawrence, Kansas - Municipal Government to orchestrate my commitment there while I had a broken neck. Truly evil.
I played the game, though, until the last so-called therapy session, when I looked into the young so-called Social Worker’s eyes, a new recruit from college, and told her, “I know what you’re doing, and I don’t like it. Can I please leave?”
In a matter if hours, I was released.
It’s exactly like the story of Jonah and the Whale in the Holy Bible.
If you’d like to see more about that line of reasoning, of where I am aiming with all this, you can watch the video below.
This article is not about Vengeance.
It is about Uplifting All Humanity towards “the One”; Unity for All.
"I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
Proverbs 1:7 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction of thy father.
Proverbs 1:8 My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother:
Proverbs 1:9 For they shall be an ornament of grace unto thy head, and chains about thy neck.
Proverbs 1:10 My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.
Proverbs 1:11 If they say, Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent without cause
Proverbs 1:12 Let us swallow them up alive as the grave: and whole, as those that go down into the pit.
Proverbs 1:15 My son, walk not in the thou in the way with them; refrain thy foot from their path.
Proverbs 1:16 For their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood
Proverb 1:17 Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird.
Proverbs 1:18 And they lay wait for their own blood: they lurk privily for their own lives.
Proverbs 1:19 So are they ways of every one that is greedy of gain: which taketh away the life of the owners thereof.
Feel free to go get yourself a Holy Bible King James Version—my uncle’s name is James, and my Grandfather is James Gaylord Hyde the II, so I am English, too. I am a Hyde. I come from one of the lords of England—at least on my father’s side. So, that means we can even Unite with the United Kingdom, all right here in Lawrence, Kansas, in a way. Everyone is invited.
Read the whole book, please. You don’t have to call your self a Christian, or even go to a church building. I hopped around until I found one that suited me. It took a while, but I realized one very important thing: You gotta quit lying to your self. Just be you, in a good positive way. If you don’t like something with the church building you go to, then leave. Turn away from the CTMU, if you choose; otherwise, stay.
My first name means Ruler of All, or Eternal One. My middle name means Ram, or a Roebuck, or Luck in Romani. Chris and Gina L. are not God, nor am I.
I am almost ready for the crown to be world king, of sorts. I don’t know, but it’s going to be fun whatever comes to fruition with that.
If you do not believe me, it is like Gandalf said, “You fools!”
It’s simple. Start with your self. Find that good feeling inside, and make sure every impulse you feel, when it gets bad just tell yourself,
“Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offence unto me: for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men.”
As I looked up the CTMU Teleologic Substack, after this post, their page was there one moment, and then blocked the next.
I did this to get them out of my life, because I wanted to block them first, like I did on Facebook, today. I already feel like unblocking them. But, those little nitwits need to humble themselves, like the dark maniacal occultists they are.
They are vampires; scam artists, like Waco, Texas, but near Princeton, Missouri. I know a thing or two about being a vampire, because I loved blood when I used to be a Paramedic. It fascinated me. Kinda gross, right?
Gina’s strategy is one thing, clearly: greed for Money, which is called Mammon, and that will destroy anyone who has that as their only aim.
Matthew 16:23 Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offence unto me: for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men.
That is not a first for me, either, being conned in my life; you have no idea. I know a con artist when I see one.
Oh, Satan loves to come at me.
It’s even worse than what I thought, like Denzel Washington said, “There’s something wrong with you if Satan isn’t coming for you.”
People have had a tendency to take advantage of me, and it’s been happening since I was a boy, because they think I am too nice, but I actually have too much heart, and I continue to “turn the other cheek”, over and over and over and over. They say “go with me a mile”, and I go with them more. But, there comes a point where I turn into a Lion of God.
So, let’s look at the verse.
Matthew 5:39 But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.
Matthew 5:44 But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.
The bastards of the CTMU Group even prophesied the coming of some kind of Leo Prophecy for the years 2024 to 2027, and I believe this idea is true, but only abused by the CTMU wannabes, who are really just being dominated by a Hitler-esque dictator of Logos, which is Anti-God. The World Order doesn’t like Hitlers.
John 5:8 Jesus saith unto him, Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.
Well, that is me, the Lion, or the Leo unto God.
My Reverend’s name is Leo, too, and he is one of the Chosen Ones, too. So is Everyone, they just have to see how, in a good way only.
In 2020, I stood up for my City against the Illness, while the L.s were behind their computer screens. I tried to get them to help me, but was turned away, and that is why I quit their CTMU cult the first time. They are so to say, “p^ssies”. Can I blame them?
All they do is talk and talk. They did nothing but sit on their booties behind a computer, while watching their money victims pour in, like the absolute hypocrites they are.
Hypocrites, again, are pretenders. The most dangerous types of people in the world.
So, let’s take this time to pray for them.
Dear Lord, please surround the true identities and persons of Chris and Gina Langan with your Holy Grace, and fill them with your mercy, and help them to admit their mistakes, repent, and turn only to YOU, Father, away from the perversity and disgrace they have done to mislead humanity towards a Parasitic Divergence; when I was the only one to resolve their foolishness by resolving their megalomania with my proposed Independent Convergence and the United States Declaration of Universal Peace.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, please judge them father, in order to uplift them in the End.
Amen.
I know, because I was invited to the L.s headquarters, and his wife and him panicked when I got there. Chris yelled at her profusely over the phone, and Gina continued to deny everything, like a whiney teenager.
I went to my truck while this went on for ten or so minutes, and I cried, because it reminded me of how my parents hated each other when I was growing up.
The truth is she wanted out, and wanted me to do her dirty work, but I refused the offer, because they did not propose to pay me fair, nor did I ever get paid for the groundhog work I did there to clean up their property which lay in ruins.
An individual I know called me in a moment of suffering while I was almost about to commit to helping them.
“I don’t want to be here.” I said.
“Then don’t.”
So, I wrote up a letter, because my tooth was hurting, too, and had been since 2022. I had to go back home to a dentist appointment anyway, I just hadn’t told them yet, because I was not expected to stay the whole time anyway.
I wrote them that I had to go home and get a crown (one of my lower left molars). Little did I know at the time that my tooth crown is not the only crown I might get as far as “crowns” of a higher order.
Afterwards, I saw Gina report to her “followers” the significance of certain nameless liars and those with Adult Child Syndrome, as if I was to be that person. She wanted to cast me away to hell, as in, “People can be so disappointing. Focus on the one’s that count. Let the others drift away.”
No thanks.
Then, I went to post this on their Substack, because I was still a Founding Member,
“Matthew 16:23 But he turned, and said unto Peter, Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offence unto me: for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men.”
But, I was already blocked from commenting for a hundred years.
That’s a death wish.
Whoa.
That’s fine, but the thing is she didn’t ban taking $500 dollars from me for a 100 years, every year.
Whoa, again.
It took me a while to understand how much of an evil person her and Chris are.
Still we must pray for our enemies, for their wellness, because everyone was a sinner, and the idea is that Jesus was actually the only one who was, and is, not.
I saw Chris once say that it was evil to pray for our enemies. Actually, you have to pray for everyone’s wellness, because why try to have people die. Fool.
I also want to say that Gina told me once that she had a dream about me where she was falling from a parachute with some others, or something similar, and I was there levitating, like some Holy person, telling her it would be OK.
I was doing media work for them at that time, I mean about a year and a half before, or so, when Gina called me up like a mad queen one day, while I also received a call from the Lawrence City Attorney while on the phone with her, and trading off between calls, both of them were literally bossing me around like I was nothing, like they had the right to abuse me, like I was a no-rights citizen.
Gina was a vile, demonic-sounding b^tch over the phone, and so was the City Attorney here in Lawrence, Kansas, who I said Publicly should not even have a BAR license.
The City Attorney of Lawrence, “You’re on probation!”
“No I’m not!”
Then she hung up on me.
I had filed a complaint against the Director of Communications for the City of Lawrence, because he defamed me by intentionally using a different person’s name as mine, one who was made a laughing stock by the City Municipal Snobbish Leaders. Sound familiar? The intent was to damage my Good Name.
Feeling overwhelmed, I threw my phone at the wall in my bedroom, and it shattered into pieces, very similar to what happened when I was trying to escape Lawrence, in 2018, after I returned, when I asked my mother if I could borrow her “card” for gas, and she thought I was trying to steal her “car”. I kept telling her I was not, and I got so frustrated I kicked a hole in the wall, in the hallway outside the room she was in, and later ran from the Police, because no one understood that it was not Domestic Violence, which was my original charge that they later changed before court. That is called corruption. They just wanted to see me gone, or to dominate me into their clutches. Ask District Judge Sally Pokorny. Oh, she hates my guts. Their delight in a perilous world snobbed my mission to save the world (unto God).
I told Pokorny to just let me go, but she refused to listen.
That’s called malicious intent times all sorts of numbers for all the people I have mentioned in that regard.
In the runaway from the Police, though, the vicious new Police recruits almost killed me, myself unable to breathe. I don’t know how many were on top of me, but it felt like at least three. I instantly sensed my impending death, and then let go, so to say. They got off of me, escorted me to a Deputy Sheriff, and then they chest-bumped each other, like I was their game winning touchdown.
I called them all sorts of things for that in the back of the Sheriff Deputy cruiser. I even later saw the young punk Officer who chased me down, and I let him tackle me—I saw him in District Court looking like he was in trouble for some other maltreatment.
Then George Floyd happened, and not many cared about other Civil Rights at the time, because I wasn’t Black. Everyone seemed only to care about skin color. Retards.
Black Lives Matter!
Well, Yea, but Life isn’t matter.
“I dream of a day when one day, my four little children […] will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character. I have a dream!”
I even filed a suit with the Douglas County Government claiming malicious intent from the City of Lawrence, Kansas, and a District Attorney denied my suit, basically stating, in legal jargon, that I was a fool, as if they themselves were not willingly allowing People in my City to die for their heftily lined Illness merchantry relief money—which was a setup.
That last District Attorney is no longer employed in that position.
Fortunately, Justice comes to everyone, even for the so-called lawmakers, regardless of if they abuse their own power in the system or not. If anyone is a slave, they are.
Rest assured that the FBI, or whatever the Secret Agency is, knows who you are if you are up to no good and, also, that they are here to help people be a better person for the United States of America, in some way.
“Don’t hurt him!” I said to the FBI once about somebody.
“That’s not what we do.”
All you need to do is find a Higher Power within your self unto something Greater, and even the FBI will forgive you if you clean up your act and start learning how to be a better man or woman.
Let the truth defend itself. We do not need some Langan to tell us what is true or not. God does that. That is why we have our First Amendment rights.
People have their own minds that the so-called “Langans” need to leave alone, just like the song by Pink Floyd called “Another Brick in the Wall: Part II”.
“We don’t need no education. We don’t need no thought control.”
I sincerely wish them well, and I hope they make it. God bless them! Really. We all need to pray for their wellness. They were really onto something, but they messed with the wrong man, and I don’t let people get away with that anymore.
My aim is Universal Peace.
I knew the whole time the “Langans” were my enemies, I just did not want to believe it, because I liked what they were doing, and how it matched to my understanding of cognition as the fundamental aspect of reality.
They both can still be something better, to me, but that is for the Lord to decide, and I sincerely hope He helps them. Amen.
John 10:10 The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
It all made sense to me after posting a genuine Lord’s prayer for Chris and his wife, recently, upon my good-natured, recent return to their CTMU Facebook Group; where I thought I could still help all “CTMUers” with my heart, and tell them to just please shut up, so that the Langans could focus on staying more positive, instead of constantly regulating CTMU d^ckless newbies in the group.
The refusal to accept the Lord and God, in my comment, was enough to show me that they were not true believers in God—at least not yet.
That damn CTMU Group has violated my United States Constitutional Rights more than Facebook ever has, and even more than Lawrencians have—well, maybe not Lawrencians—, but, Facebook is good on my list, now, and even Lawrencians.
But, I am still not done with Bert Nash Communist Mental Health Center. Resolving the misunderstanding between us two will resolve the Usury aim of so-called Mental Health Providers, here, and the world.
Chris Langan, or whomever he is, is not an “American”.
He’s not a leader. He can be, but he is not. He is actually trying to usurp the United States Government, or he was.
I am the leader, and so are many others.
Sometimes, I get angry at people who deserve it. Tough love. Ask people in the City of Lawrence, Kansas.
It’s time to figure out how to prepare for the United States Declaration of Universal Peace—something Chris “Langan” stated that not everyone deserved.
“Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.” Something I saw him sarcastically write once in a post.
Or, let’s see if he or she talks to their “alien” German colleague and whines about it, like the self-deluded criminals and fiends they are who are, or were, after my blood.
Like any of them could even move a muscle on me. No violence coming from me. I use my words.
No wonder people thought I was super crazy.
They already thought I was, and the Langan’s made it worse. I am lucky that I had the discernment to abandon their enslavement of me in the Summer of 2023 as their lead media man.
It was even mentioned for me to help Chris with other things, as well, but that part is private.
The “Langans” have clearly masterminded one of the most criminally lazy cults in human history, and that is why they did not want any visitors after I left, because they have a lot to hide.
I did not care about that, but I could sense that hiding information was very important to them.
I often fall into the clutches of people who want me to live their journey with me as their support, and I simply get to a point where I can do that no longer.
They thought I was too stupid to do anything about it, too. Like I have to be afraid of breaking a Non Disclosure Agreement for con artists.
Remember how I was banned for a 100 years by Gina? She calls herself Genie, and genies are evil.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
Chris Langan once said, “Not all consciousness is created equal.”
Life is Consciousness—Retard.
He said that when I was trying to protect everyone’s Peace, in order to protect their Minds.
Well, Chris Langan is wrong. He might be right, in some way but, ultimately, saying that not all consciousness is created equal is completely false.
God creates everything from a plenum, a force of upward evolution at work, and in that way consciousness is equal as a foundation for all consciousness itself. We can explore this more, but I don’t want to. You don’t need to trust me.
Has he ever been in a 16 day coma, had 6 concussions, or two reported gran mal seizures, all from head trauma?
I would guess not, but I have had all of those, and I was assaulted with an aluminum bat on April 4th, 2021, down by the Kansas River, in Downtown Lawrence, because God told me to go there. His reward: I lost zero consciousness, was paralyzed, unable to speak, but miraculously escaped, after finding the will power to yell, three times, “sssssStttTTTooooOpPPPpp!!!!!!”
You are a fool if you do not believe me.
God is the Truth, not Chris or Gina Langan’s CTMU or CTMU: Teleologic Wellness—but that can still help you get there—because I helped them design that program!
All you need is the Holy Bible KJV. It will do everything you need. You do not even have to call yourself a Christian, just read the whole dam’ thing.
I do not see “In CTMU We Trust” on the dollar bill.
“You must be some kind of a moron,” I saw Chris say to people online, in a variety of ways.
This has all been a big learning lesson for me in Anti-Christs.
No wonder they are afraid of everyone. Satan secretly is, too. But, he also is a mysterious friend, so God loves “Langan”, too.
If I were him or her, I would delete my Facebook, or at least deactivate it, and live the rest of their lives the simple way in Missouri on Social Security, or risk living the rest of their lives in a Federal Maximum Security Penitentiary. I know Leavenworth, Kansas, would probably take them. They do have wings that are more pleasant where the Langans could watch TV and read.
They might learn to get some rest, too, and how to do something more productive for everyone, instead of frequent attacks and nitpicking at various things.
Remember, Believe in your self more than anyone else, unto God.
I know I did after I grew the balls to escape their clutches. I am, so to say, steady as an eunuch ox, with the balls of a ram, which are huge, if you catch my drift. Ask my former Professor Brent Steele who recommended me to the Kansas State Legislature as a non-preference intern, in 2008, with a statement that read, “To use a hyperbole, Hyde will run through a brick wall for something he believes in.”
Well, he wasn’t exaggerating, come to find out.
My Representative, in that internship, was Jerry Henry of Atchison, Kansas. I liked him, but saw Topeka Politics as one big fat joke, and I walked out on him, but somehow, for some reason, got an A.
Professor Burdett Bird Loomis of the University of Kansas, during our final internship seminar class, asked all the interns what they thought of their semester. Everyone lied except me.
I said, “This place is like high school!”
I said some other things, and Loomis said, with his mouth dropped open, before and after, “I wish I had a recorder.”
I skipped that legislative internship seminar a bunch, too, but also, mysteriously got an A.
Deep breath.
May the Lord Jesus Christ protect every victim of the CTMU cult, so that the truth shall set them free, and so that they turn away from their club-minded mental masturbation circle-jerking, so to speak, and focus on the only one book that the CTMU author mentions rarely, the Holy Bible KJV.
I am selling all my books accept the Holy Bible KJV, books by Martin Luther King Jr. and some others. I have already sold many to Dusty Bookshelf, given some to the Lawrence Public Library, and donated some others to the Raven Bookstore. Dusty Bookshelf bought my CTMU books. I was surprised. The Raven Bookstore is donating the Reality is a Self-Simulation book to a jail. I told the man to be careful about the author, that he has learning to do still, like we all do, and the owner man agreed.
I am not interested in antiquated fighting, but I will fight to tell you that you might benefit somehow need from some of these outlines, in some capacity, in order to help the CTMU wash itself clean, somehow at least. But Chris “Langan” is done. He needs to use his real name, same with Gina.
No harsh judgement. Just judge everyone upward. I do not even give a damn if you want to use these ideas. Do it! Copyright permission to copy granted, you “thieves”! My rewards in Heaven will be Greater anyway. I have to let you use the ideas! Pilfer away if you so need.
That’s what “Greek” students did to me when I ran for Student Senate in 2008 at the University of Kansas in support of the green energy stuff, and lower student fees, which strangely increased year after year, for no good apparent reason. The University, then, refused green energy to be of any benefit for them at the time, and now look what everyone is doing. Takes people a while to learn.
Chris and Gina might soon be able to just do their thing, and everything will go nice and easy. That’s all anyone wants anyway for them, anyway.
“Oh, poor Chrissy poo. You’ve had such a rough life. Here’s some money to make it feel better.”
We all have hard lives. We have to have hard lives.
I wish them well.
You can fight me—You can try—but why? Does it really matter? If you do, Goodbye. Time to accept everyone and just trust the way the System of the World is already going. That’s it.
You got rich people, you got poor people, you got drug dealers, you got hospitals, gangs, intelligent people, pharmacies, transit, utilities, other People, Nature, Stock, Waste, Rivers, Lakes, Big Cities, Little Cities, Churches, Schools, States, Colleges, Homes, Businesses, Parks and Recreation, Historical Features, specific Municipal Buildings, County Buildings, State Buildings, Federal Buildings, the Nations themselves, the United Nations, Continents, Seas, Oceans, and Outer Space, all the way to the Stars, to One United God; Science—which equates to religion in the KJV.
This is Lawrence, Kansas, the Mottos being, From Ashes to Immortality, Through Hardships to the Stars, or Ad Astra Per Aspera. We are the Statue of Liberty, in the United States of America, of the United Nations of Earth, in the United Solar System, in the United Milky Way Galaxy; the Uni-Verse of a United God.
Do not forget Wes Studi.
It is my belief he is to be the very first Native American President of the United States of America: THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF!
May GOD BE WITH US ALL.
AMEN.
© 2024 Eric Bock Hyde. All rights reserved, for now.