Brent Tweets - May 31st

Sunday Evening. 11:35 PM (an extended low level flyover, same GPS coordinates-it passed directly over my position. I had to look straight up to see it). 11:50 PM a brief brilliant pass (a few seconds).

The message:

I discussed my plan to become the craziest prophet while at the same time screwing everyone up by making perfect common sense while I do so.

My  angel says that is a great idea and that I should use more twitter hashtags, and do the same as I did for the wing cloud.

We had newsgroup back in those days, and my strategy was to spam them and then hope that something might stick. A lot of it has gone obsolete and vanished when modern social media appeared.

There was also a cluster of events after Midnight. 

I was visited by an angel assigned to @junyabell (Kelvin Bell). 

Never before has that happened. Here is an angel asking for help. So we talked it over. Finally it all made sense to me.

Your banner: 'from darkness to light'. 

Darkness I equate with some past #trauma.

But your banner is at best, an aspiration, your dream goal. The cruel truth is that it hurts like hell to carry such a secret for twenty years. 

You banner should read 'from darkness to trauma'

I know who you are, but I don't think you remember, so hard have you been trying to live the dream of Jimmie the Walt Disney World Singing Cricket (when you wish upon a star, you're dreams come true!)

And then no they don't.

Your Guardian Angel told me to explain to you why it is that I have refused to become involved with you or give you council. You see, I was already struggling with my own complex PTSD, and trauma victims do not good therapists make. That is just simple common sense.

Once not to long ago you said to me, 'the best I can do is poor imitation of you.' I told you to be yourself, which was worthless advice, because you don't know who you are and you are bitterly disappointed that a singing cricket does not rule the world. Oh bitter reality.

Let me share with you the secret reason why an angel chose you. They were looking for a traumatized singing cricket, a sensitive empath, who would mirror the symptoms of someone struggling with PTSD through a type of sympathetic transfer of mental illness.

Your Angel told me to let you know just how shocked I was when I saw myself reflected in you. It was an experience that did me a world of good, and made me even more resolute to get to the bottom of finding out what was wrong with me.

You were not called to be an oracle, you were called to be a mirror. 

As you know, a couple of weeks back your angel provoked you enough times to make you understand that all your oracle tweets have been erased, because you don't understand anything, typical in trauma cases.

3 times in a row your #angel told me to tell you to consider your oracles deleted, and please, your angel begged, make him stop giving oracles.

At the same time they have been showing you double and triple displays of what are beyond dispute weird aerial phenomenon #uap.

They are provoking you and they are targeting directly the ashes and dust that are all that remain of your ruined faith, after your last hope of ever being a singing cricket again were ground under a jackboot for 20 years.

Neither untreated trauma victims, people who don't know who they are, or ruined stomped dead crickets, none of these are qualified oracles. 

If you can learn to just be yourself they are offering you a job, because you don't use someone and then just throw them away.