Into another dimension, somewhere far beyond this galaxy and into the forever worlds of the multiverse could sound almost a romantic adventure to go on. But what if you were forced to go on that journey of discovery. And what if that force had also controlled the roads travelled and leading straight into the dimensions machine. Of course the dimension machine is the inevitable trap and its inescapable cage is always set back inside the dimension of Plato’s cave. Leaving one to only hope that this is another dimension but it is not. You finally see how realities had always been hidden in plain sight and the dimensional universe operates on so many levels within.

This is a cage man had created for all who he did not like. That said, I would have been happy to get in it without the duress as my impressions of man are not too up there when it comes to the many. There are good, funny and normal ones but too many are lying, conniving animal creatures who are only obsessed with getting the support of evil or the devil, however you like to frame the dark side.

I was railroaded by the all surrounding forces that be and into where I am now and its as if being forced to write words I don't ever want read and especially if words were to be one day used for purpose of some others dark enlighten. But my sanity patience now fast running out I write to get me to sleep each night. My attempts to quieten the between the ears buzzing bees noise while in the romance from Dante's Inferno.

I was forced back into Plato's cave, a dimension in the universes prison box, a place where escape appears only by death. Back where I had come from I am forced to find a way to survive pretending the shadows flickering on realities wall are not complete bullocks.

Back there people are different and I can almost see it in there eye's. There is something strange about the way they remembered the past. They speak of events I lived through, but the details are… off. Faces misplaced. Causes reversed. Grief rebranded as glory. And worse — they looked at me with pity, like I was the one who’d forgotten. This is a place were you never get to feel comfortable nor relaxed and to think this was the occults plan from the very beginng.

A plan that include the making of your entire family into what it is a now, mechanism for keeping me in a pure hell.

I am not sure if they are too conscious of it but I sure as hell am. If they were to read this I am sure stupidity will prevail and they will think I have written to get something back.

Not true and it will never be my fault for others demons and the setting up with lies and the covering of lies. Having to never face the consequences of your secrets and the lying which continues to mount ontop. Once a conscious human being crosses the line a continuous bullshit and lies surrender their soles to serve evil for the miniscule fee, free.

Or maybe each of them have done there deal with the devil. If they have, they are so stupidly cheap.