thank u for reading that so carefully. sometimes i try to put in clues when he's talking but his will is just so strong. i rly hope he doesnt find this page but idk. he is very smart and very angry. usually when he wants something done, it's done. my family has always been fighting against them. they call themselves AATIP now, or something. mom and dad tell me "the things they fight aren't real. the things they fight aren't real." i know that this is what they want me to think but i remember that day in new mexico. i saw who they fight. they were far away but i could tell that they were strong. it was so long ago and still i feel the same. at least when i'm me. anyway, we pick up jim sullivan. dad told me to get into the car and that he knew where we had to go. i couldn't tell if the destination was planned or if he'd made the decision beforehand. whichever it was, he seemed anxious. he always denies saying that he saw them, but i think he's not telling the truth.
we drove north to sudbury. dad calls it the point of entry, which makes no sense at all since that's usually where we finish it. j was burried and i hated watching. still do, but did too. it stuck with me and i am reminded of it every second i am awake. jim sullivan does not forget. this was the first time we'd done it and so everything wasn't as smooth as it is these days. it's just a tradition. dad is old now so the men do most of the brute work.
for a while, the flame and passion for the tradition was dyinbg down. what feels like a few years ago but was really probably a few decades ago at this point, we tried to cheap out and go to illinois instead. kimball wasn't enough and they let us know very quickly. dad said it was a coincedence but i know the truth. we let kimball out somewhere near his place. i hope he got home ok. there's talk of moving the final stage somewhere else but to be honest, i really like the compound. its peaceful and it keeps j away from me. ok, i've said way too much and if he sees this idk what will happen. thank u so much for trying to help me.
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Hey, I found you.
You couldn't hide for too long, girl. I know who you're trying to talk to by making these "hidden" pages and I know why you're doing it. Do I have to remind you again that I am in control? You are my vessel. I knew since the moment that I saw you in the car with those other guys that you were a freak, a weirdo and easy to manipulate. The doctors said DID, the on-site medical staff said Spiritual Possession and the rest of your "family" just said you were batshit crazy. I don't know what to call whatever the fuck this is, but I know it's real and I know I feel alive. When you and your fuckin' mob of grunts and suits finally shot me and burried me in Sudbury, I didn't die, not really. I kind of miss my tall body from before, and I definately miss being in control all the time, but I make do.
I underestimated you, I guess. When you made your little activist page I knew it was the perfect way to get the word out that I was trapped. I didn't want just anyone to see it, and more importantly, I didn't want YOU to figure it out. Pushing through, taking control and adding in subtle clues to your posts, giving proof in the stories and trying to communicate to anyone who might listen had obviously worked, considering they found this website. I never expected you to make this subpage, however. Honestly, it's impressive, but it pisses me off. Do you know how many times I've thought of jumping to the bottom of the lake at the compound and letting you sink? I'd die, but so would you. You're a lucky son of a bitch that I haven't already ended us both. Speaking of your bitch of a father; he fucked up a lot of shit. I know your whole little family thing has a cute little rivalry with The AATIP and all, but you've fucked up big time. I can hear your thoughts, and they're loud as hell.
I know you saw what I was sent to see that day in New Mexico. They didn't have a name for it back then, but it was essentially AATIP before AATIP had a name, and they were good to me. I felt relieved when they picked me instead of the other candidates, but scared shitless at the same time. Going to La Mesa was supposed to be the last place I would officially be. The government would hide me after the encouter, they'd give me a new name and most importantly: money. You fucked that up by dragging me up North. Now I have to watch through your eyes the ritual every single year. I wasn't enough. Jim, Jim, Jim, every year a new Jim. You do the same process, and for what? Is it because of those things, those people, in the sky? It can't not be, I know they arrived in Sudbury, I was briefed on that earlier. But it can't be just that. Could it have something to do with all those pages in your dad's office that he's writing? Yeah, I saw those. Fuck you for doing this. You're an emotionally stunted degenerate. You were a young teenager 45 fucking years ago. I understand how watching what happened to me changed you and now you get to feel the punishment, but you are a hopeless little piece of shit. You're still addicted to your little puzzles, physical and now sadly, electronic. You made this page behind my back and I will punish you for it. I will expose your parents, I will let everybody in the world know what happened to Jim Sullivan and I will fuck up your sad, pathetic life. As much as I hate it here, I have to stay. I have to accomplish my mission
-j
fuck u j. get the fuck out of my head. u know i cant let anybody know whats happening, the family would hurt me or something idk. i know u hate me and i know u want to let the world know, but i kinda do too. the family business has creeped me out for a while. ever since we picked u up in new mexico ive felt weird, aside from the obvious. i think theres something mom and dad arent telling me. u tell me theyre evil and the government is the good guys, but it makes no sense. why would dad feel so strongly about what he does if it was for nothing. either way, this message u sent me made me think. i snuck into dads office and downloaded some of his emails. i did not read his papers. anyway, heres one of the emails i got.
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From: [CLASSIFIED]@[CLASSIFIED].COM
Sent: March 2, 2014 10:26AM
To: [CLASSIFIED]
Subject: Re: This year's event progress
Hey,
We're on track to leave soon. Bags are packed, equipment is shipped and our buddies up north have the props.
Unfortunately, we had to let a family/staff member go. He talked and said something to the tip. We made sure each individual member knew every single detail and exactly how he was let go and to the extent to which he was fired. I have full confidence this family will not let me (or everyone else who cares) down. This year's subject, as you know, Jim [CLASSIFIED], is a perfectly chosen target and will definitiley please them. My daughter will play an instrumental role this year and I expect everyone to be forgiving; I do not need to say why. The Kep Family Business continues as usual. Soon the texts will be complete and the world will know the truth.
God bless
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im not a good analyzer, but thats creepy. why is he acting so cryptic over these texts? does he know about the people i saw that day? i know that the government doesnt like what we do, but is it morally wrong? something about all of this doesnt sit right with me. j, i do not like you and i wish you never existed. the ceremonies we do for you and the people i saw are just a tradition for me, but i want to figure these out. are we killing innocent people? the kep family busineess is good. thats what mom and dad say. will the family try to stop me from seeing whats really happening in all of this? i dont trust you j. youve tried to hurt me too many times and im scared of you. i have to hide you and pretend you dont exist most of the time but i do trust the people who found this subpage. fuck u j, im working on getting rid of you for good. this is for the people who are paying attention:
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