i can’t speak to these idiots without a cocaine pick-me up; I have a sore throat—God-bless it. then i’ll tell the German people what i know: we are the greatest on earth. when we take our Pervitin and we have cocaine and oxycodone to deal with the side effects, we are the purest form of energy, and I am at the center
To remind us, that was Hitler broadcasting the sound of my voice involuntarily (because I was in his head); I heard my voice defining Hitler when I was in his head, and Hitler’s voice defined my voice. Now, I did my best to project good thoughts into Hitler’s head by projecting Hitler’s voice. And, when I wanted to speak to the telepathic community in general, I projected my voice—my natural voice.
That’s what Hitler was trying to hear when he altered his brain chemistry—my voice had the most life in it because I was learning all I could about the telepathic future.
Then I said, to Hitler: “but the center cannot hold.”
He heard that in my voice in his head—in place of his natural voice.
But he dismissed it as nonsense and snorted cocaine.
Good, that helps my sore throat, I think
Then his thoughts accelerated along with his heartbeat and his breathing, and he tapped into all the great things in the future that people were saying about me,
He converted that, or interpreted that good feeling he got from listening to himself think to mean that all his thoughts were going to his goal—a pure German race. So he was actually tapping into my energy and feeling good from it—and then convincing himself that he felt good because of all the good he was doing.
soon the Pervitin will have me looking like a Michelangelo statue
“you eat too much when you’re taking all that oxycodone”
the Jews would scribble on my brain if they could—but I won’t let them—I have my Pervitin, which neutralizes all the thoughts they forward to me, thoughts that they don’t want to deal with, thoughts that hurt me
The irony, of course, is that Hitler would be scribbling all over my brain if he could get away with it.
the jews are really pure-bred Germans that, over time, as aliens that moved here, have changed in appearance. Everything becomes a muddy brown mess
“you’re brain is a muddy brown mess”
But then Hitler started coming down a little; he needed another cocaine pick me up, but what he really wanted to do was get high and eat—then he could sleep and get back to his Pervitin!
So I tried something different—I wanted to stop him from dumping his back on the future—which included me, so I said:
“i am a muddy brown mess”
Then Hitler heard himself think that—he could have waited a minute and unpacked the good energy behind the negative shield of the thought, but, instead, he wanted to broadcast everything he’d said throughout the day. That made him want to talk out loud, sometimes, and he figured, that was because he, and his vehement speeches, were changing the world for the better.
think of all the roads I’ve built!
He thought about that over and over again until some people—like Gaugin, for example, started paying their good energy forward, and, when they did that, Hitler snuffed them out with his bad energy: Gaugin started coming down. Furthermore, some future Gaugin (some one that advertised their sexuality by exploiting themselves), tapped into the energy Hitler summoned from the past, and used it to pay their bad energy backwards, driving Hitler to use more and more drugs. It should be noted that when they did that—as Hitler was silenced, the good guys in the future (the guys that didn’t constantly change their physical and mental address in order to avoid getting trashed by a bad guy in the future and also to take advantage of the good that was being paid forward) could hear the good guys that much better, which is why good always triumphs over evil.