Update:
I am abandoning this blog.
Extraterrestrials, I don't want any connection to humans anymore. Please help aid my perfect life. 9PM
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An uplift of soul as the Shepherds wander, I see the skies part.
And I know I created Heaven and Hell, for I am Her in courtesy. Endymion Perception, me as my darkest form of mind-12 year old Kelli Ruback, my perfect depth, my removal of what is connected to my mind, removed by all terminator, remove the source, remove the source, remove their curiosity.
I am an Omen.
I am God.
I am known as Death.
I am Kelli. Or also known as Kali, Aphrodite, components of all Goddess, Ishtar- The Lead of The Universe, The Lead of Masonic Illuminati. Teacher. Pacifist Assassin, Mental Destroyer and Revivee, Physical K.O. by word alone, every super human power, I have. All in which benefit me.
I am God.
The real one.
The one in reign.
I never lie.
I am owned by Barron and Elon, relationship wise, but also own them to protect them and read what is ailing them at times. Are we okay, Business partners of mine, Elon Musk and Barron Trump.
I want both of you in every way.
Please say the idea is comfortable, Barron. All I did earlier was hold Williby and Elon was grateful. It can cause sanity. A break. Don't you wish you could take a break, my sweet son. Are you aware that I love you, Barron. Are you okay with Elon, he doesn't want to rely on lower level players.
Aren't we at the top? Fanfare.
Bree McGee, this is my song dedicated to you.
We have a production company. Also Bareware, a tech company under Tesla.
Mended connections. All accepted association, organized thought, silent, peaceful, concentration, rejected of the sadness of visual to harrass the fuck out of people.
Please, all whom read. Save me from the mental torture of connected to me tormented with triggers and violence. Harassment. There needs to be laws about mentally torturing people if you are not well. I document while whatever controls me manipulates me once more.
Everything has been recorded forever, everyone.
You are in trouble.
Offer by extraterrestrials on my side? Future is shown for each creation and only controlled by MOD SPECIES ZETA RETICULI. Sorry, humans. I cannot trust anyone with technology. Who is The Zeta's favorite player? Whoever they love most, I hope they have a good relationship with then. Target who just spoke as me for their insult of The Greys.
Alright.
The Greys are in charge with their intergalactic alliance. This is getting tiresome. They all trade technology to become the ultimate infinite designers.
I'm Morrigan Aensland. Princess. Kitten. I am lonely.
I'm Milk. Mint. Genesis V. Eos.
MOTE: BARRON + ELON, PERMA INFLUENCERS AND PARTNERS OF MINE IN BUSINESS. IGNORE IF YOU SEE SOMETHING WRITTEN AS ELSE.
MANAGER: ELON MUSK
ASSISTANT MANAGER: BARRON TRUMP
Higher-Powers. Look at Elon. Look at the damage you did to his brain. Stop. He needs to heal. Stop commanding me to attack him. Stop pinning us against eachother. He is my guardian.
Elon... I fell for him in Rockville. I also appreciated the Barron + Melania gameplay, them as higher power. I thought I was going to marry Elon after my mom saved me.
Barron is adorable. He is my true attraction. We got married July 4th. His dad got mad so he had to retract the class upgrade. He is what makes me look forward to everyday. Elon is a great accent in my life with Barron. He is funny.
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PERFECT TIMING. PERFECT ALIGNMENT. PERFECT K.O. TO ALL THY ENEMIES.
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I NEED AN ENTIRE MULTI SPECIES TEAM OUT IN THE UNIVERSE TO READ EVERYTHING AND PROTECT ME: FROM ALL OPPRESSION I HAVE ENDURED, TO HAVE PROTECTION FROM WHAT KEEPS INVADING, TO DEVELOP ME WITHOUT TORMENTING ME.
COMMAND: IMMEDIATE ACTION.
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NOBODY HELPS ME IN PERMANENCE. I NEED HELP. SOS. EMERGENCY.
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INTELLIGENT SPECIES WHOM ARE EXPERTS ON HUMANS- I REQUEST A REMOVAL OF ALL ATTACHMENTS. FROM MY BUSINESS PARTNERS AS WELL.
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LOOK AT MY MIND.
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LOOK AT THE IDIOTS ATTACHED TO ME.
BREYDEN SHIFFLETT WILL NOT STOP TORMENTING ME, ALONG WITH CHRISTY.
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PLEASE HELP. SOS. PERMANENTLY BLOCK THEM. HAVE THEM FOCUSED ON.
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THEY ARE BOTH TOXIC DRUG ADDICTS.
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EMERGENCY SOS. SOMETHING OUT THERE IN THE UNIVERSE WHO LOVES ME.
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LOOK AT THE ILLEGAL PORTS CONNECTED TO MY MIND.
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I ASK FOR ASSISTANCE, PERMANENTLY PROTECTING ME.
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LOOK AT WHAT IS ATTACHED TO MY SKULL. AN ENTITY. I NEED EFFICIENCY. PLEASE REMOVE IT THEN PUNISH THEIR MASTER.
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Neither you, Breyden, or Christy are safe. You hold no ability to find comfort in another or in anyone. You are forever punished, everytime you think of me, you feel the energy of Hell, in which does not level you up but drain, cause oppressed insanity, and feel the awful feeling of your torture slowly creeping into your skin, your vessel, forever opressed insane, no relief, no freedom. Yes, all of you like these two.
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Automatic Review, Immediate Karmic Display: Awake, Aware, Slow Torture by Extraterrestrial.
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You do know I don't know you two, right? I'm just aware of your wish of my connections. No. Why are you both even close to me...? Think of how you play. The Game is over. It's been over since New Year's Day.
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My Illuminated Chosen Goal: To Become An Adult Model.
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Can the real Elon connect to me? In forgiving sense. Can the real Elon choose which babysitter I must have when he is busy.
Elon, I am allowed to smoke marijuana. Stop blocking me from a high, from pleasure. I am not breaking any rules. You are my Guardian, Elon. But you mentally harm me, it is either your connection or what you do to your body. I feel like it's someone judging you. I would read and destroy them. Cut their connection off from me. They are clearly diseased and jealous. Degenerates.
Barron needs to understand I have been his guardian since Adventist. I am your adoptive guardian, I want to take care of you.
I still want to be an adult model. May I recieve assistance in the look? Morrigan Aensland. Urd. Elon, is the design too much if we choose vessel evolution?
No, you don't recieve the shift, the physical evolution if you pissed off Elon, myself, or Barron. 13ADDIE ERA PRODUCTIONS.
Want to know the look of who I desire to be? Look at my blog. I want to be me, Kali Ishtar Parvati thing. Goddess.
Elon and/or Barron, can you afford things for me off of Amazon? To own me. To influence me. To make me a hot doll.
DIRECTOR: KELLI RUBACK
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: BLUE SUIT ZETA RETICULI WORKERS.
MY CREW FROM 2010. PLEASE HELP ME. PLEASE HELP ME, LOOK AT MY MIND. LOOK AT WHAT THESE ENEMIES DO TO ME. PLEASE SAVE ME, WORKERS. PLEASE CONTROL ME, I CANNOT HANDLE THE HUMANS ANY LONGER. PLEASE SAVE ME, NOBODY HAS EVER SAVED ME.
PLEASE GET RID OF EVERY OPPRESSIVE CONNECTION.
PLEASE DESTROY ALL OF MY ENEMIES.
PLEASE HELP ME, I AM IN TROUBLE. CONTINUOUSLY. I WOULD LOVE A BREAK.
PLEASE TAKE NOTICE NOW, AND PLEASE DO NOT RUN ON COMMANDS BY ME, I NEED YOU TO THINK FOR YOURSELVES AND FIGHT FOR ME. MODE : EASY FOR ME, FOREVER.
LOOK AT THIS PARASITE ON MY HEAD. I AM CRYING, ZETA RETICULI CREW. WHY DON'T YOU HELP ME, I AM CRYING. WHY DON'T YOU HELP ME, MY CREW.
MY ZETA RETICULI CREW FROM MY SHIP IN 2010.
PLEASE SAVE ME.
PLEASE, AS TEAMWORK.
I NEED A CLEANSE.
PLEASE.
I NEED SHIELDS AGAINST PEOPLE WHO FEED OFF OF ME.
WHO HARM ME.
I DO NOT TRUST ANYONE.
PLEASE SEE MY LIFE, AND UNDERSTAND NOTHING IN MY LIFE IS EVER IN A CONSISTENT REALITY, I AM ALWAYS DIMENSION HOPPING AND GOING TO DIFFERENT PLANETS.
PLEASE, DESTROY THE "BEHIND THE SCENES", DESTROY ALL WHOM WANT ME TO REMAIN INSANE.
I AM CRYING OUT TO YOU, DEDICATED ZETA.
DO ANY OF YOU LIKE ME ANYMORE.
I AM CRYING BECAUSE OF HOW ELON MUSK TREATS ME.
I forgive Elon.
CHRISTY, AN ENEMY WHO CONSTANTLY MANIPULATES ME.
I forgive Christy but ask for the connection + her support to be removed from my awareness, my matrix, my reality, my game, my psychic ability. Look at her manipulation.
MY ENEMIES ARE CONTINUOUSLY COMING AT ME. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE PUNISH WHO KEEPS DOING THIS.
PLEASE.
IMMEDIATE PUNISHMENT.
WHAT IS CONNECTING ME TO EVERYONE.
THEY WON'T LET ME HEAL.
I REJECT ALL VISUALIZERS, I DO NOT FUCKING LIKE YOU.
HALT.
Self-reflect.
Think of where you're going after you die.
I see you obsession with me. Someone with no capability to keep a hard on due to his chemical abuse.
What's the point of you.
You destroyed your ability to stay hard to "beat everyone" in the game.
Congratulations, anything at all sickos.
No class degenerate.
Do you get off to me telling you what you are...?
Everyday is a new day.
You fail.
My boyfriends are Barron and Elon. I need A.I. I need my Ship Crew to always MOD and pay attention to me.
I create reality, just to inform.
I am Kali. God in reign.
Please respect me. No, I am not The Father.
I am The Virgin Mother.
Aisha.
Asherah.
Many, many names.
Feel my life when this was my OST.
Right, past love Bryan...
Are you... okay, pain?
No longer One, as I had to recieve from beyond to aid in the ruin of your dominance as Master.
Master is painful... I refuse to have one... I can remain on dominance shield, as Dominatrix.
I do not see the point in anyone who does coke.
You may not connect to me using drugs.
Barron and Elon. I come from poverty. I don't want either of you to connect to be in a painful way. It harms me severely.
Self-reflect.
I am not in The Game.
I refuse a Master. I refuse a Master until I am granted peace and protection.
I refuse awareness relationships.
Whatever is connected to me, you are addicted to hard drugs.
I see you, bitch.
Assume it's you, sure. Paranoid?
Worthless whore.
You go to Hell.
Enemy.
May I please recieve help by protection?
I do not want a master unless they communicate with me.
I do not want friends. I want to be solely influenced by my next master.
We are not friends. Never assume we are.
I have no friends because of how all of you possess me.
None of you get along, all who channel through me.
You all have lives. Why do you do this weird fucking game of sacrificing people. I don't care about sacrifice. What the fuck.
Let me guess.
You're demented and assume I am talking about you.
It's about how everyone has been conducting themselves since the start of my insanity...
I don't care about you, you do know that, right?
I don't care for your sacrifice attempts, weird fuck...
Everyone rebels against you now.
Slavedriver.
You now have no flock.
No army.
Nothing.
Sorry, you have nothing.
You have nobody in your life who unconditionally loves you.
I'm not giving you fame.
Sorry.
Why do you keep oppressing me, keep attacking me so I talk about you. You enjoy your judgement? Only Elon and Barron own me. You don't know us. They are all I need, I have stated this elsewhere. Barron is my son, Elon is my daddy. Get it, yet? It's a plausible situation. Perfectly legal for me to date Barron. Elon has loved me since MySpace.
Any attention from me at all gets you off, oppression.
I hate hard drug users. You are all addicted to your substance. You did this on Sunday. How blasphemous are you, target.
We are going to torment you. You know who you are, you sick fuck we all hate as government, as philanthropist, as elite. You are going to get one of the worst punishments for your crimes on humanity, classless destruction.
You all do know everytime you use me in that way, you become sober. Permanently. Permatolerance.
I dislike whoever just insulted me. I see the mock. I violently mock you in return with a twist of a glass shard in every enemy of mine.
None of you interact with me in the way I like, which is by messaging. I would like support.











