Clairvision:ISIS 0015-stop copying me!

Steven was connector for my first session here in HV (Hidden Valley) 29 March 2009

I thought he would touch my side, but he touched on my chest, near the same spot that I touched him. "Why'd you touch there? you're just copying me!" just like my brother, always copying me. And I saw myself as a leader in a war, but we were at the end of our supplies, and the end of everything. So much grief and sadness at thousands of men dying for following my lead. Men asking me what to do but there was no correct answer. The only thing left was to die, which we did.

Floated around a bit, and then got back into it. Next lifetime I fell into a trap and died with an upright spear in my chest. That was just a throwaway life; I hated the rich man for whom I worked.

Then hating Japanese culture for just killing itself through drinking and TV and all this crap, and they just need to stop, and use their brains

 And suddenly Steven removed his hand.  WTF?  "you said stop,"  Fuckin' hell.  Don't stop
 man.  I'll never ask to stop.  I want my safe word to be Wombat  or Chrysanthemum Soup.

Got back into it and just blah about Japan and don't want to be there and want to save them and develop Clairvision there, etc.

Violent anger and vibrationally tingly all in my hands and arms like I was paralyzed with the energy. It was great!

Thousands have died from listening to my advice.

Thousands have died from not listening to my advice.

Thousands have been born by me.