As this puzzle comes into focus more, one piece does a lot of Tetris where things line up and become clear. I am just going to use real names from here on out cuz fake names are too confusing for me at this point on this adventure. Nothing personal and not vicious just trying to make sense of this mess.
I see 3 groups of Nazis:
Scandinavians: mostly lighter skin/hair but not always, bigger bone structure, best epigenetics, believe in potential
Hybrids/Aryans: mostly lighter skin/hair, smaller bone structure, worst epigenetics, believe in money, power, domination, control
South Americans: darker skin/hair, tall but not wide bone structure, broad shoulders from excess cortisol, epigenetics close to the the Aryans, believe in Destruction with a capital D, they live for destruction and rarely pretend otherwise beyond surface level
All of these groups partake in Munchausen by proxy, but the South Americans and the Aryans the most(thus their epigenetics). The Scandinavians seem to only poison people when they have to. I think they know it is wrong and bad for themselves as well. The other two groups will destroy themselves to destroy others with absolutely no qualms.
Kris was a Aryan. Brenda was an Aryan. My Dad stole territories from them in Oregon by killing them. But since I have made this “mess on the internet” as my family likes to call it, these territories have been returned to the Aryans. There are a group of Aryans who are not the upper class white people who seem to still have a conscious because they have not sold out to be uber rich.
The Aryans are the ones who tried to steal me in Arizona when I was working in real estate. Karen Nygyen of Keller Williams in Phoenix, married an ethnic man, just as my Dad married an ethnic lady. Was it to gain his territory? Son, her husband, had a fear cortisol response to me, but Karen did not. She knew no fear of my family, it was a bit of an arrogance. This is the arrogance of the Aryans. They know my Dad is boss, but they do not fear him as the ethnic people do. Because he is one of them.
Roy Butler was the Aryan who found me in Sierra Vista.(Fragment: the owner of the real estate firm I worked for was Hispanic and I do not know how much about the war games he knew, but they had already tried to kill him with cancer and he had an Aryan girlfriend.) I was supposed to be Roy’s golden ticket to getting back in the good graces of my Dad. Or maybe he was going to try to use me as leverage for something. I am not sure, but he was being punished. He had already put 30 years of military service in, so his life had never been more than punishment. His family was from Texas to. He and Gail had a daughter like me that I think they really tell themselves is not smart. She is kept even smaller than I was, still to this day. Gail I hope you honor your daughter, just because she is smarter than you does not mean she is a threat and not human. It just means she has different strengths. Let her be who she is, even though no one ever let you be you. Just because it was done to you does not mean it is right. Accept that she deserves better, because you did too. But no one was there to accept it for you. If you are a true counselor you should be able to step outside of yourself and see the situation for how it really is.
I was raised as a Hispanic, the lowest of the low. I have been destroyed my whole life. I never knew what it was like to wake up happy and/or not in pain till living in the death camp in Arizona. I was not supposed to live past my 30’s just as all the Hispanic graves I saw in Santa Fe. My Brother is only a few steps above me and will not live as long as my parents. But he has always been treated better, because he never rejected evil or destruction. My Brother enjoyed learning how to kill when my Dad used Brenda as a training tool. My Mom had no qualms about telling me this.
Yesterday at the beach, an Aryan bald guy commented on how happy Teka was. I told him life is supposed to be easy without thinking twice about it. My munchies and I like the simple things in life. Walking on the beach and seeing the ocean is a treat for us. We all try really hard not to take things foregranted. I can’t wait to sit on a couch with my babies and watch tv without being poisoned(maybe even have some clean water and food). So simple yet blissful, because we have NEVER experienced it before. After living in a death camp and being destroyed the whole time they have been with me, we all choose to see the beauty in the world. Haywood is more of a realist than Teka and I. He will bite someone no qualms and I love him for that. To the guy who tried to touch/poison Teka and Hay almost took your hand off. I hope you choose healing. Just because you pretend not to be hurt inside does not mean others cannot see your pain. Just that you cannot see it. You are just like my Uncle Dave.
The boy in Albequerque working the Self check out who had the really bad epigenetics and tried to take his hate out on me, but really hated himself. He was/is an Aryan. He is the one who helped me figure out I was looking at people’s epigenetics. He looked relatively okay on the exterior but when I looked at his insides he was the biggest mess I had ever seen. Especially for being relatively young: 20 something. Seriously worst of the worst and I have been studying people my whole life. (Fragment: the people who watch over the self checkouts seem to have the worst epigentics. Like they can’t be trusted to touch others food without poisoning it all.)
The Aryans are the ones who work at the grocery stores. This is why my Brother’s best friend Quinn has worked at the grocery store since high school and got married right out of high school. I saw him when I went home on this adventure and all he could look at me with was pure guilt and shame. He did not come around again after that. Quin is not as overt about the war games as my Brother. I wonder if they are “butt buddies” as my family calls it? I always wondered why a boy with such potential was wasting his life at a grocery store. One day my Brother had an outburst when I was asking about it and said, “He is just an underachiever.” I have always had questions about settling because it is something I have a hard time doing and understanding. Why settle for less than you deserve? Why sell yourself short? I was taught goals are important.
My Aunt Lydia acts like an Aryan(so did A1 to an extent). She is just as evil as my Mom, but more covert in her mannerism/actions/lifestyle and likes to think of herself as more civilized. (Fragment: Just like the people on Coburg road in Eugene who had deep guilt when I did my grocery store sit in there.) Aryans do not want to look at the reality of the situation that people like me suffer for their priviledge everyday. Shoot most of the people in the world suffer for their priviledge. Their lives look comfortable on the outside, but from the inside they are worse off than the people in Vallejo and most ethnic people. They are tortured and admitting to the pain of others would mean having to deal with their own pain.
My Dad will kill the Aryans just as he did Kris and Brenda. Some of them seem to want to be more civilized, but others embrace destruction just like the South Americans. However, the Aryans who profit off the war games are the only ones left fighting this war. Even most of the South Americans have dropped out, but there are a few who are still in because they too profit off the war games.
Most of the world sees my side and wants better. But yet I am so confused on who I can trust. Choosing the wrong person/people could be the end of us all. And yet staying on my own will be the end of us all. Money is the hugest tool my Dad uses to control the Aryans just as he tried to use money to control me my whole life. So the only way I am going to find my people is by being able to provide great wealth. So real estate is the answer. Because everyone else will sell me out for money.
This may be the biggest decision of my life and the literal world population is riding on the fact that I am a good judge of character. No pressure there or anything. But yet in the overt world I am just a lady looking to revolutionize the real estate industry.
I am really starting to hate California. Such ugly people ruin such a beautiful place.