Asyloth
23rd March 2016, 02:15
I’m not the kind of guy that likes to share its story, I like to tell some anectodes once in a while, mostly to make people laugh a little bit, but not much more.
I’m not telling my story looking for empathy or anything like it, I just feel like I need to share it somewhere before it gets me mad to keep it to myself and before I forget about it.
I don’t know many comprehensive people excepted for my family (which is already pretty much aware of my story, in the big line) and project Avalon so this is where my story will be, maybe it will be of some use some day for someone making a particular research on this forum.
If I had to resume it in one sentence, I’d say this is the story of the guy that’s in the middle of everything, the guy who’s suffering is only due to people’s ignorance and stupidity, that is probably what brought me here, probably the reason why I needed to search for wisdom.
I never dared complaining because I know how life has been so much worse for so many other people, but yet I don’t think that’s a reason to remain into silence.
Here I go, not really knowing where to start.
So my life began as what apparently was the most common young boy you can imagine, growing in a loving family, even though my parents separated very peacefully when I was around sixteen, I’ve lived it very well, contrary to most of the other kids, I just understood that they didn’t love each other anymore so even at that age it seemed logical to me that they needed to go their own way each of them.
They were young parents, 19 and 20 years old when I was born, from both dutch and French side of Belgium. I’ve grown up with the French people of Belgium taking me for a dutch and the dutch people of Belgium taking me for a French, so I was in the middle already…
Until then, things were going pretty smoothly, my mom was very obsessed by the idea of me making important studies, that’s why since I began school at 6 years old I was already under pressure to study, one to two hours a day until I knew everything I had to by heart, when I was coming back with a 7/10, it wasn’t good enough, when my points where under 80% my mother wasn’t satisfied and thus with time I wasn’t either. That already created a lot of tensions at home because of this excessive expectation, but still I am thankful to her for having tried since the very beginning to make me become somebody, for not letting me just be one guy between all the others, I was feeling special already. That is also the reason why I still have a damn good memory today, even after all the cannabis that I’ve smoked in my life (between 18 and 25 for the most part).
I would describe myself as a young child as being “too kind”, naïve but yet very smart, my mom was so scared of me being hungry that she was feeding me like a goose, I was eating warm meals twice a day, in between that chips all the time, chocolate, and so on, so I quickly got overweighted, not obese but clearly overweighted, which is always hard to live for kids because kids can be so cruel between each other it’s not even imaginable for an adult how cruel children can be.
So there I was, not really feeling good about myself, being clearly smarter than most other kids, I wasn’t really excluded but I tended to prefer being on my own probably because of that reason, I knew more or less everybody but not closely excepted for some close friends. Even though things weren’t going too well socially (not too bad either), I’ve had enough chance to meet a nice girl of the private school (100 meters further), I was in the public one, which became my first love at 16 years old, and luckily for me because after that everything went totally wrong.
So I ended up this period succeeding very well at school, I ended up second on 30 children with 75%, prize of the most deserving student of all the promotion, the first of the class being a girl. But the pressure coming from my mom had been so intense, even though she had the best intentions in mind, that when I got out of it at 18 years old I began smoking weed, I didn’t adapt to the higher schools, I tried political science and then exterior commerce but I never passed a single exam, it was good already when I was going to follow the classes.
At 18 years old I began doing fitness and was able to take care of my overweight problem.
So after 3 years of not doing anything excepted smoking weed, watching series (that was 10 years ago), having fun and such things, my parents finally realized that I wasn’t taking it seriously at all and decided that it was time for me to go working since I wasn’t doing anything at school for too long, I was just 21.
So I began working as a warehouse keeper in the company in which my father was and still is working today as a logistic employee. But soon enough, I realized that I wasn’t at my place wearing boxes and preparing orders… Relations quickly degraded with my direct responsible and I was gone for two years of hell, a responsible treating me and others like real ****, only thinking about making us go faster all the time, but I was so young and so motivated to do something that I was already working 200% and yet the guy was still on my back wanting me to go even faster… So things went totally wrong, it became a real war between him and me, when I was seeing him walking by I was provoking by going “slow motion”, you see what I mean? Things went like that for two years until I had too much and I decided I wanted to organize a strike, I was 23 years old. That was a Friday, on Monday I was fired for the first time in my life, when I arrived on Monday the manager was waiting for me before the door, he even opened it for me.
At that same moment, I’d say one or two months before that, I’ve had a bad story with my group of friends as I went away snowboarding with them, I won’t get into the details because it would be too hard to explain in English and I don’t think that the details are of any interest.
So more or less at the same moment I lost all friends I was seeing at that time and my work, that’s the moment when I realized that something was going wrong in our society, I knew how much of a gentle/good person I was (and still am) and I realized that my situation was of the most awful, something wasn’t logical.
So I was on my own, still living with my father at that time, no friends anymore, no job anymore, no perspective whatsoever, I had all my time free, so I secluded myself into my room, I’ve lived as an hermit for one to two years, I decided I wanted to know what this world was about? Cause I really couldn’t get it…
That’s when my researches began at 23 years old, I can remember that I began with the 9/11 subject, and then I went from one video to the other, that’s how it began, on Youtube, using the recommended videos on the side to keep moving forward in my research even thought I didn’t know where I was going at all, I have been completely confused for months, at the beginning I couldn’t make the difference between information, disinformation, misinformation and so on but with time I became better and better, finding more and more reliable sources, I’ve fallen on David Icke pretty quickly who remains the person thanks to whom I’ve learned the most and that really made the switch for my awakening, shortly after I fell on project Camelot (I’ve seen all of your interviews a long time ago when Bill and Kerry were still on the road interviewing people) and then finally project Avalon. I’ve easily spent more than 20.000 hours on the net searching for the truth about the world I was living in, I’ve fallen on a website explaining how to start doing psychokinesis, I have done it for 6 to 9 months and that is precisely the period when I’ve experienced my 3 unexplained experiences (I won’t give the details here cause I want to make sure it gets taken seriously).
So by the end of these two years of full time research I realized that I had seen more or less all that there was to find one the internet about the true world I was living in. After that period I got back in contact with previous friends of mine and made myself a new group of friends.
More or less at the same moment my father met a new wife who had just bought a big house and she insisted for us both to come living with her and her 3 young girls. Which we did, 3 months later, because of the fact that she didn’t find any way to really control me and that it kind of scared her, she asked me to leave…
My mother who was already living with her actual husband (who also had 3 young kids) couldn’t imagine one second leaving me on the street so her husband has been kind enough to let me sleep in his house. So I’ve slept more or less in a corridor for 6 months until I found myself a work again, of course in that situation I had to take anything I was given, which was a Japanese company totally exploiting people and treating them even worse than my previous job. After having done the work of two people (my colleague suicided when I was there), having taken care of their all warehouse and everything, working crazy to say things simple, the company stopped my interim contract, that has been my reward, that’s when I understood that working well wasn’t of any use, it didn’t help AT ALL !
Since the interims didn’t dare present me as an employee, I found myself determined duration contracts in small companies that needed someone that could do the handling work and the employee work at the same time, that’s how I’ve begun learning about logistics.
I’ve moved to live alone at 25 years old and I’ve been living on my own for three years now.
I’ve then evolved from work to work until I finally got to a full employee work, I’ve done more than 10 companies to get there and I’m now a polyvalent employee, administrative, logistics, commercial, and I have the handling background, all that when I’m not even 30 years old...
So now I feel myself in a much better situation concerning work, even though I lost the last one more than a month ago, I’m more and more courted for good works in good companies because I now have all the experience and background necessary for it. My opinions and attitude still creates conflicts once in a while but it has become bearable now.
(These are the big lines but you can easily imagine all the details I’m sure of it, there’s so much more to tell but I didn’t want to write a book either)
The story is still being written as I write these words…
I hope you enjoyed it.
I’m not telling my story looking for empathy or anything like it, I just feel like I need to share it somewhere before it gets me mad to keep it to myself and before I forget about it.
I don’t know many comprehensive people excepted for my family (which is already pretty much aware of my story, in the big line) and project Avalon so this is where my story will be, maybe it will be of some use some day for someone making a particular research on this forum.
If I had to resume it in one sentence, I’d say this is the story of the guy that’s in the middle of everything, the guy who’s suffering is only due to people’s ignorance and stupidity, that is probably what brought me here, probably the reason why I needed to search for wisdom.
I never dared complaining because I know how life has been so much worse for so many other people, but yet I don’t think that’s a reason to remain into silence.
Here I go, not really knowing where to start.
So my life began as what apparently was the most common young boy you can imagine, growing in a loving family, even though my parents separated very peacefully when I was around sixteen, I’ve lived it very well, contrary to most of the other kids, I just understood that they didn’t love each other anymore so even at that age it seemed logical to me that they needed to go their own way each of them.
They were young parents, 19 and 20 years old when I was born, from both dutch and French side of Belgium. I’ve grown up with the French people of Belgium taking me for a dutch and the dutch people of Belgium taking me for a French, so I was in the middle already…
Until then, things were going pretty smoothly, my mom was very obsessed by the idea of me making important studies, that’s why since I began school at 6 years old I was already under pressure to study, one to two hours a day until I knew everything I had to by heart, when I was coming back with a 7/10, it wasn’t good enough, when my points where under 80% my mother wasn’t satisfied and thus with time I wasn’t either. That already created a lot of tensions at home because of this excessive expectation, but still I am thankful to her for having tried since the very beginning to make me become somebody, for not letting me just be one guy between all the others, I was feeling special already. That is also the reason why I still have a damn good memory today, even after all the cannabis that I’ve smoked in my life (between 18 and 25 for the most part).
I would describe myself as a young child as being “too kind”, naïve but yet very smart, my mom was so scared of me being hungry that she was feeding me like a goose, I was eating warm meals twice a day, in between that chips all the time, chocolate, and so on, so I quickly got overweighted, not obese but clearly overweighted, which is always hard to live for kids because kids can be so cruel between each other it’s not even imaginable for an adult how cruel children can be.
So there I was, not really feeling good about myself, being clearly smarter than most other kids, I wasn’t really excluded but I tended to prefer being on my own probably because of that reason, I knew more or less everybody but not closely excepted for some close friends. Even though things weren’t going too well socially (not too bad either), I’ve had enough chance to meet a nice girl of the private school (100 meters further), I was in the public one, which became my first love at 16 years old, and luckily for me because after that everything went totally wrong.
So I ended up this period succeeding very well at school, I ended up second on 30 children with 75%, prize of the most deserving student of all the promotion, the first of the class being a girl. But the pressure coming from my mom had been so intense, even though she had the best intentions in mind, that when I got out of it at 18 years old I began smoking weed, I didn’t adapt to the higher schools, I tried political science and then exterior commerce but I never passed a single exam, it was good already when I was going to follow the classes.
At 18 years old I began doing fitness and was able to take care of my overweight problem.
So after 3 years of not doing anything excepted smoking weed, watching series (that was 10 years ago), having fun and such things, my parents finally realized that I wasn’t taking it seriously at all and decided that it was time for me to go working since I wasn’t doing anything at school for too long, I was just 21.
So I began working as a warehouse keeper in the company in which my father was and still is working today as a logistic employee. But soon enough, I realized that I wasn’t at my place wearing boxes and preparing orders… Relations quickly degraded with my direct responsible and I was gone for two years of hell, a responsible treating me and others like real ****, only thinking about making us go faster all the time, but I was so young and so motivated to do something that I was already working 200% and yet the guy was still on my back wanting me to go even faster… So things went totally wrong, it became a real war between him and me, when I was seeing him walking by I was provoking by going “slow motion”, you see what I mean? Things went like that for two years until I had too much and I decided I wanted to organize a strike, I was 23 years old. That was a Friday, on Monday I was fired for the first time in my life, when I arrived on Monday the manager was waiting for me before the door, he even opened it for me.
At that same moment, I’d say one or two months before that, I’ve had a bad story with my group of friends as I went away snowboarding with them, I won’t get into the details because it would be too hard to explain in English and I don’t think that the details are of any interest.
So more or less at the same moment I lost all friends I was seeing at that time and my work, that’s the moment when I realized that something was going wrong in our society, I knew how much of a gentle/good person I was (and still am) and I realized that my situation was of the most awful, something wasn’t logical.
So I was on my own, still living with my father at that time, no friends anymore, no job anymore, no perspective whatsoever, I had all my time free, so I secluded myself into my room, I’ve lived as an hermit for one to two years, I decided I wanted to know what this world was about? Cause I really couldn’t get it…
That’s when my researches began at 23 years old, I can remember that I began with the 9/11 subject, and then I went from one video to the other, that’s how it began, on Youtube, using the recommended videos on the side to keep moving forward in my research even thought I didn’t know where I was going at all, I have been completely confused for months, at the beginning I couldn’t make the difference between information, disinformation, misinformation and so on but with time I became better and better, finding more and more reliable sources, I’ve fallen on David Icke pretty quickly who remains the person thanks to whom I’ve learned the most and that really made the switch for my awakening, shortly after I fell on project Camelot (I’ve seen all of your interviews a long time ago when Bill and Kerry were still on the road interviewing people) and then finally project Avalon. I’ve easily spent more than 20.000 hours on the net searching for the truth about the world I was living in, I’ve fallen on a website explaining how to start doing psychokinesis, I have done it for 6 to 9 months and that is precisely the period when I’ve experienced my 3 unexplained experiences (I won’t give the details here cause I want to make sure it gets taken seriously).
So by the end of these two years of full time research I realized that I had seen more or less all that there was to find one the internet about the true world I was living in. After that period I got back in contact with previous friends of mine and made myself a new group of friends.
More or less at the same moment my father met a new wife who had just bought a big house and she insisted for us both to come living with her and her 3 young girls. Which we did, 3 months later, because of the fact that she didn’t find any way to really control me and that it kind of scared her, she asked me to leave…
My mother who was already living with her actual husband (who also had 3 young kids) couldn’t imagine one second leaving me on the street so her husband has been kind enough to let me sleep in his house. So I’ve slept more or less in a corridor for 6 months until I found myself a work again, of course in that situation I had to take anything I was given, which was a Japanese company totally exploiting people and treating them even worse than my previous job. After having done the work of two people (my colleague suicided when I was there), having taken care of their all warehouse and everything, working crazy to say things simple, the company stopped my interim contract, that has been my reward, that’s when I understood that working well wasn’t of any use, it didn’t help AT ALL !
Since the interims didn’t dare present me as an employee, I found myself determined duration contracts in small companies that needed someone that could do the handling work and the employee work at the same time, that’s how I’ve begun learning about logistics.
I’ve moved to live alone at 25 years old and I’ve been living on my own for three years now.
I’ve then evolved from work to work until I finally got to a full employee work, I’ve done more than 10 companies to get there and I’m now a polyvalent employee, administrative, logistics, commercial, and I have the handling background, all that when I’m not even 30 years old...
So now I feel myself in a much better situation concerning work, even though I lost the last one more than a month ago, I’m more and more courted for good works in good companies because I now have all the experience and background necessary for it. My opinions and attitude still creates conflicts once in a while but it has become bearable now.
(These are the big lines but you can easily imagine all the details I’m sure of it, there’s so much more to tell but I didn’t want to write a book either)
The story is still being written as I write these words…
I hope you enjoyed it.