How does one know?

How does one know when the sun shines in the back of the falsified mind of existence, one that we commit to everyday, the existence that we all single handedly portray as a "normal" or as a "everyday thing"? I feel as it is a burden to know and a preference to hold back, one should know what it means to be and one should be entitled to feel without the injury of thought.

 

I would be intrigued to hear such a response from this individual quite honestly.

 

My Grandmother in a nutshell.

 

Hello my friend ,

The freedom is in knowing .

Rebel within the rules & be sure to tread carefully about what you say to who.

ELF waves , electronic weapons & gangstalking is a very real thing and will surely attack your critical thinking.

C4J x

 

I shall indulge upon this intellectual information that I have acquired from you and make sure it rosters into the fabric of reality my friend.