We put this post up front for others to see but it originally was posted adjacent to another post better explaining our situation. Sorry for the sort of running start in this post, which makes it confusing. I don’t have time to fix it right now. Maybe look at this link explaining that Hearst Castle is the real Hotel California, that one I had more time to write up. Thank you for your time. We are not trying to waste it and make no money from this blog. We want people to know what is happening, and especially want the others who endure this to know that we are here, we understand, and we are working very hard to bring all of our hostage situations (and that is every Targeted Individual’s situation) to a rapid conclusion. And we outside of this Earth also are here to help and we also want to let you know that we will never, ever give up. (This last sentence is coming from our extended family, our Cousins called the Others and the Neighbors. They are trying very hard to help us. This situation is created by the Greys. View one of their other messages here.)
Here’s another song about me (Hera) and my final rape, torture and murder before being restarted in the next time loop. This is the stage we’re at now, where Bea/Psyche occupies various people who tell her to stop torturing us and let us go. “Let me go; Never!” Bohemian Rhapsody probably uses the word “Bohemian” because the Bohemian Grove is where the Illuminati meet up every summer, and probably other times of the year.
These songs were written about me, my family, and all of us here trapped in these time loops to die over and over again for Psyche and her friends’ amusement. The “Alien Attack Invitational Human Hunt.” I am sorry this is true.
Notice that this song is featured on the Queen album “Messenger of the Gods.” There’s a reason for that, just like there is a reason for just about everything. There are no coincidences in Westworld. Even the show “Westworld” airing on HBO is no coincidence, it is the Illuminati players mocking the fact that this Earth that sits in the past from where they are located is their personal playground to prey upon us humans long dead.
I’ll reiterate to you Travelers that there are no demons or witches on this Earth. Even the Gets are only humans! That is Bea and her computer actuating their thoughts and controlling your thoughts. Once you become aware of the mind control that literally every person and animal on the planet is subjected to, you can fight it by being vigilant and talking to people who also know. Like the BUDDY SYSTEM. It does help. You are not evil. They aren’t magical. It is GREY ALIEN Technology. NEVER STOP FIGHTING THE MIND CONTROL. Even when you think you are enjoying doing terrible things. Especially then, that is them.
They get off on watching humans harm each other. Watching humans think other humans are “lesser humans” or “witches” or whatever, whatever idea they can snow you with to get you to kill and harm each other. It’s theater for the Grey Aliens. It is horrific. Do not think it is Traveler tradition. That is a LIE. Bea, Kodiak, Psyche, Nymph. Grey Alien technology used to ruin our lives.
Notice in the video that the band members are floating heads, this is what the “show” Bee puts on here looks like, there are hundreds of audience members on a visual and audio “tether” and they are arranged in my room where I am centerstage to be raped, tortured and murdered. These people are in my living room and they also continue surrounding me as a hologram everywhere I go. They are in an adjacent string of time, so they appear like a hologram to me but can step in and out of my actual space. From my seat centerstage they look like these floating heads arranged in stadium seating, same as the video by Queen, Messengers of the Gods, and similar to the Illuminati depictions in Eyes Wide Shut.
Here’s the video, with the lyrics below, decoded in parens. While the lyrics clearly apply to Hera, they easily could also be about any of the other hostages and rape, torture and murder victims of these insane Satanic Illuminati priests.
Lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy? (the upstairs people call our Earth “the dream” because it is a simulated environment)
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality (the only reason Hera is reborn in each time loop is so that Bea and her Satanic Illuminati “players” in this “Game of Love” can pretend to care about her while taking advantage of her until her final year of life when they rape, torture and eventually murder her)
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go (Hera is always murdered in the “Game of Love” or “Crucifixion of Hera” shows of Bea’s Satanic Illuminati)
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me (because no matter how we die, we won’t see it coming, and we will do this all again in the next time loop, unaware of our torture and murder in this loop)
Mama, just killed a man (“Mama” here is Bea)
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead (“my trigger” rather than Mama’s because Bea jumps into people or remote-controls them into killing others for her)
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow (tomorrow is the next loop)
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters (nothing matters because we’ll all be doing this again in the next time loop with no memory of our torture and murder in this one)
Too late, my time has come (“late” is Grey alien; and “time” means they have control of the place)
Sends shivers down my spine (reference to scary “Gets” aka evil witches)
Body’s aching all the time (from being tortured)
Goodbye everybody I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth (the “truth” is a term for Traveler “Sevens”)
Mama, ooo (anyway the wind blows)
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all (this is true, I wish this would stop and we’d cease to exist as hostages. Every time I (Hera) am born it is specifically for the purpose of being raped, tortured and killed)
I see a little silhouetto of a man (a “little silhouette of a man” is what a GET looks like)
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango (“dance” is what they tell me to do when they want me to walk or drive around in an expanding grid pattern to shake some of these “players” off of my tail)
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me (this refers to the Gets shooting a lightning bolt at you)
Galileo Figaro – magnifico (Galileo refers to the night sky, the devil’s sky; Figaro is an opera and this Satanic Illuminati torture “show” is called and “opera” or “theater” although it is a very real show. “Magnifico” is a reference to Traveler human Fours and Sevens, who are called “Italian” as code for mobsters)
I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family (Bea has audience members she animates or remotes or otherwise forces to participate and they argue to let me go, and then others in the audience say they will never let me go. Most of these voices are BEA.)
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go will you let me go
Bismillah! No we will not let you go – let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go – let him go (this is one of Bea’s skits that she forces Hera to play in her “Game of Love.” People on the tether with us beg Bea to let Hera and I go, and Bea tells us she will never let us go. We have had this conversation every few days for months now)
Bismillah! We will not let you go – let me go
Will not let you go let me go (never)
Never let you go – let me go
Never let me go ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me (Bee is Beelzebub and the devil is whichever “GET” wins at this “Game of Love” before they all rape me to death with knives)
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can “love me” and leave me to die (a reference to the “Game of Love” which is Hera being chased around for 10 years before being “married” off to an evil “Get” and then raped, tortured and murdered by all of the Satanic Illuminati “Players”)
Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows