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Anonymous 04/15/2020 (Wed) 09:14:18 No. 1752
This is something I have never told to anyone else: I used to be able to see these beings when I was a kid, all the way up until the beginning of my teens. I used to call them "the friendly berts" (I don't know why or how I came up with the name), and they were a varying set of beings I was able to see, although there were recurring figures. They were kind and gentle and friendly, and they always had a kind smile on their face. They never really spoke to me, but they would hang out around me and we'd play together with my toy soldiers and blocks and legos and shit; other times, they would comfort me when I was feeling bad due to my shitty family. I remember one was a woman with long hair in a flowing dress whose presence was more comforting than my mom's; there was another who had a human shape but appeared to be made of fire who would act encouragingly to me when things were going bad (i.e. when my mom and dad would argue), and there was also one who looked like a stereotypical fur-trapper who would show me neat tricks with his knife. There were at least 6 or 7 others, like a woman who had purple skin color (I thought she was the 'cool' one) and a man dressed like a Roman emperor. My parents took me to a number of therapists because at first I insisted they were real, although I soon stopped talking about them because I wasn't stupid. My home life was pretty shitty, and I was a real loner at school. My mom and dad both beat me and compared me to my older siblings, and there was just a lot of low-key abuse going on of the emotional and mental kind. I remember one day when I was 11 (maybe even 12), I woke up and I just couldn't see the "friendly berts" anymore, and I cried and cried so much, just sobbed my heart out in a way that I don't think I have ever done again in my life. My parents actually ended up taking me to a doctor, but all I could say was that I'd had a terrible nightmare over and over, and I remember as we drove back home from my clinic my parents argued over me, calling me "the crazy kid", and when we got home, my brother and sister groaned "ughhhh Bernd is crazy, why isn't he normal?". I cried myself to sleep that night and I was never able to see them again. I still remember them real vividly, but my drawing skills are shit, so I couldn't even put them to paper even if I wanted to. I wonder if I have some type of mental disorder, but I don't know. I think I've done decently for myself, anyways. I went to college and left home and moved to Dallas for a good job, so I think I turned out alright.
How can Americans not be obsessed with fighting for liberty? You can't do anything without freedom.
>>1752 I think you were seeing legitimate 'good spirits'. I don't know what specific type they would be, but they definitely seem to have been there because of your shitty childhood. Tell us more about these spirits, Bernd.
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>>1752 >tfw no spirit friends feel bad man
https://youtu.be/s6ylqpyik9M OSS 117: This city is absolutely beautiful! You can trust me! Ah ... damn, how do these people here do to not to dirty their shoes? Dolores: Most don't have one! OSS 117: Ah ah ah! It's a good one there ! No shoes! Ah ah you got me! Dolores: You know Hubert, life is not always easy for the people here! That's how you know they are dictatorships! OSS 117: A "dictatorship"! As you go! You are very sympathetic Dolores, but spare me your political analyzes! Do you even know what a dictatorship is? A dictatorship is when people are already Communists, are cold with gray hats and zipper shoes! That's a dictatorship, Dolorès! Dolores: Okay ... And what do you call a country whose president is a soldier with full powers, a secret police, a single television channel and all of those informations are controlled by the state? OSS 117: I call that France, miss! And not just any! General De Gaulle's France!
>>1866 Google trad, sorry anon.
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>>1866 Ptdr, une tuerie OSS117

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