exclusion examples
I have thousands of notes I have chosen not to include on this website. Some don't provide a lot of proof, some are just very conscious observations, some just didn't seem fitting. The examples below illustrate the kinds of entries I excluded.
(I have TONS of "conscious observations" that I have not posted on the main site, this is one example)
11/14/2011: longwell
The name of the guy who is the all time NFL leader in kicking percentage from long distances? OF COURSE IT IS:
(The following is an example of the kind of entry I excluded because unless I was to have a 24/7 security camera pointed at me, there is no way of providing the proof that I did what I say I did. Even though, it would be absurd for me to make it up.)
6/24/2012: agoraphobic furniture beater
An hour ago I beat the shit out of an ottoman with my baseball bat. I’ve done it before and it works perfectly and doesn’t get torn or tattered. It’s the only way I can work my anger out about this reality without hurting anyone.
I know this place is a lie and everyone seems to speak in code around me. I barely leave my apartment because of it (agoraphobic, in a sense).
So, like clockwork, this tweet JUST came in to my Twitter feed, after I just beat the ottoman:
I mean, aside from the fact that I KNOW the tweet is referring to what I just did an hour ago and that this entire reality is a fucking sham, what kind of stupid joke is that supposed to be? No one would make such a retarded joke, because it’s NOT REAL and is only being posted in response to what I did…because my every thought, every action is being observed.
Here is the receipt for the ottoman that I bought last year when I moved to my current place in Seattle:
The ottoman:
(The following is a fairly typical example of a certain kind of "number sync" that regularly happens, but that I have not included on the site in the main examples.)
11/22/2017: 300
This is a fairly typical example of a kind of number sync that regularly happens, where numbers will go up or go down, in SUCCESSIVE tweets or in an onslaught of tweets over hours. It’s seemingly meant as some coded message to my own subconscious or for someone looking through my eyes.
The first tweet said “more than 300”, then the very next tweet, about a completely different subject, the number 366 (more than 300) is flashed:
(These happened one after another, as you can see from the screenshot. I only follow 10 people, so the frequency of tweets is low.)
(The following is an example that I just didn't collect any proof of, at the time. I could have tried to take a pic of the redskins cap really quick, even though it was pretty far away, and I should have screenshot the time the song was played in my iTunes. I have dozens of entries like this, that I have not included on the main site.)
5/9/2016: redskins cap
I decide to look with my binoculars at the Bowery Ballroom, which is a block down the street from my current hotel (Nolita Hotel). I immediately see a person walking with a backwards Redskins cap on. The Redskins are my favorite NFL football team, even though I don’t watch anymore.
10 seconds later a PJ Harvey song comes on my iTunes and is now singing “see that woman in a wheelchair with the backwards Redskins cap” (out of over 20,000 possible songs that could have come on in my shuffle):
PJ Harvey - Medicinals
But do you see that woman, sitting in the wheelchair?
With her redskins cap on backwards
What's that she's singing?
As from inside a paper wrapper
She sips from a bottle
A new painkiller
For the native people
(The following is an example that I wouldn't be able to provide proof for unless I was constantly wearing my goPro camera hat or had my phone ready to take a pic the instant something occurs.)
3/29/2016: fuku
I am back in NYC for the spring and I will be going to the Mets opening day game in a couple weeks. I follow the local food news on Eater NY and a popular new place is a spicy fried chicken sandwich place called FUKU, owned by Chef David Chang, Chang is very popular in NYC, with all of his Momofuku places.
The Mets have yet to announce what food stands they will have at Citi Field this year. They are known for having some top notch local places, like Shake Shack.
I’m staying at the Standard in the East Village and I decide to take a walk around the area. Just after leaving, about a block away from my hotel, I see a thick asian dude walking towards me and he makes sure to make direct eye contact with me. It’s fucking David Chang.
This is Celebrity Chef Chang:
I don’t say anything to him as he walks by and just brush it off as typical simulation BS. He’s the only famous person I’ve seen on the street (a common occurrence normally) since being back in NYC.
So, what happens next? The VERY NEXT DAY it’s announced that FUKU is going to be at Citi Field as one of The Mets new food stands:
Notice the “through the looking glass” line? It’s an obviously sketchy "Alice in Wonderland” mind control phrase, but also represents looking at a mirror. It’s possible me seeing him on the street was just a test to see if I’d recognize him. And when I did, the announcement was made that his place would be at my favorite sports team's stadium.
I’m not even a fan of this chicken sandwich, which is constantly being talked about on NYC food sites. I tried it a couple weeks before I saw him on the street and I thought the bun was boring, the chicken oddly fatty (like some weird fat gel they added to the coating), etc.
I ponder FUKU = FUCK YOU. I say that in my mind or under my breath about a hundred times each day when I’m outside avoiding fake people/plants who are purposely placed in my path.
Maybe the name refers to all the fried chicken I’ve eaten saying fuku to me?
I have no idea if any of what I’m theorizing is true, but I know this had something to do with me. I walked right past the guy the day before it was announced. The fact that I had been contemplating which food places the Mets would add to their stadium this year, just makes it even more obvious.
(The following represents the kind of entry I excluded from the site, because it's very hard to provide actual proof of this kind of thing happening.)
10/13/2017: skipped minute
Each night, before going to bed, I set up my audio recorder (my iPhone with a mic attached) and turn on my Nest video cam in order to tape my sleep so I can document my sleep positions, dreams, sleep talking, etc.
I noticed it was a only a few minutes until 11pm and it makes my dictation in the morning easier if I begin recording at the top of hours, which helps me find time signatures more easily. So, I decided to just sit there and wait till 11 before laying down.
I was waiting for a couple minutes and it felt like time was purposely going slower to fuck with me. Then, as I begin staring at the phone, waiting to see the time to change from 10:59 to 11:00, I began to feel a major heartburn/headache/constraining feeling. I just wanted it to finish that last minute so I could put the fucking phone down. But time seemed to slow even more and it felt way longer than a minute and I began to shout “FUCK YOU” because of the pain being inflicted on me while I was waiting and staring at the phone.
At that point I was almost convinced time had stopped and was hoping this was the case and that this reality would officially end. Nope. After a few more moments the clock suddenly changed from 10:59 to 11:01, COMPLETELY SKIPPING 11:00.
We’re talking about an iPhone digital clock suddenly skipping a minute. Suffice it to say, I missed the top of the hour moment where I would have pressed “record” to begin recording. Maybe this was all done to fuck with me because the "simulation" thought it was lame that I was just sitting there, delaying my sleep, to wait for such a nerdy thing.
These are screenshots of the app I used and what I saw (with the times at the top). Obviously, I cannot provide real time proof of what happened:
(The following represents the kind of entry I excluded from the main site because I didn't collect the proper proof at the time. I have dozens of these.)
3/1/2016: ozzy uber
I ordered an Uber while I was listening to a Black Sabbath song. The name of the driver who picked me up?
(Back in 2016, I didn’t think to screenshot iTunes and “last played” to show that the Black Sabbath (Ozzy) song ended a minute before the driver arrived to pick me up, but it happened. And, of course I knew what was happening at the time and was just pissed off, not light-hearted about it.)
(The following represents the kind of entry I left off the main site because it's mostly just hearsay. I did not take pictures as proof, at the time.)
10/9/2014: all seeing chris
I’m in Seattle and I went to visit my cousin Chris tonight at his new place. As I arrived at the front of the building, I see a directory where I have to look his name up in to call his apartment. The name that's currently showing on the prompt when I look at it? K. Taylor.
My step mother's name is Kenyon Taylor and I know it’s gotta be on purpose.
I know now there seems to be some connection between C and K, based on my Alphabet Wheels theory, where they go together in the same circle, but back then I didn't know this.
There are some other correlations I would realize years later, the most important of which is fact that both Chris and Kenyon came into my life at the exact same time, around 1986, when I first saw Chris, who was the new born child of my Aunt Marsha, and the first time I met Kenyon, who was the girlfriend (future wife) of my father at the time.
I don't REALLY know what it all means, it's just more mind fuckery to mentally torture me. There are no coincidences here.
Anyway, Chris comes down from his place after I call him from the directory and we get ready to take an elevator back up to his place but someone is suddenly standing next to us as we’re about to get in. I tell Chris I don’t take elevators with strangers because I believe they are plants/projections. So, while we’re standing there waiting for the next elevator, I suddenly notice Chris has an all seeing eye tattoo on his arm.
I’m like “WTF?’ Why do you have that on your arm?” He’s says he thought it was cool and he liked the design or some other nonsense. I press him a little more about the real meaning and he has nothing else to say. So, I tell him there’s no way I’m hanging out with someone who has a tattoo like that, without giving me a legitimate reasoning. I decide to leave before ever going up to his place.
Here is proof of what happened via an email thread from later. Read from bottom to top:
I know it means something and either Chris KNOWS why he has the tattoo and simply will not, or is not allowed to, reveal it. Or, he's just a possessed robot who is now being inhabited by some occult, illuminati being who has branded him with the all-seeing eye so others who are also inhabiting possessed bodies will know.
I have no idea, but I know it means something....and I suspect K. Taylor, someone I don't remotely trust in this reality, has something to do with it.
(The following is another entry I've excluded from the main site because I was unable to quickly pull out a camera at the time to take a picture as proof.)
11/12/2017: pann’s
I am in an Uber and we are driving by an unfamiliar area (to me) in L.A and I notice an old school diner called Pann’s and think it looks cool/iconic and we stop in front of it because of a red light. This is a pic of Pann's, from a google search:
Suddenly I see some waiter or bus boy cleaning a table and his face reminds me of Quentin Tarantino and I immediately wondered if one of his movies was filmed there because I recalled Pulp Fiction had a similar looking diner as a major part of the movie.
I do a quick search on my phone for “filmed at Pann’s” and it only mentions something called xXx and some tv show I don’t know of and I assume if Quentin did film something there it would have popped up first on a list, so he must not have.
BUT, I decide to look down a few links in the google search results and sure enough, major scenes in Pulp Fiction were filmed there. I mean, it's his most famous movie, so I probably should have known this.
What created this kind of weird sync? Why is the universe planting some random waiter in front of me, who JUST HAPPENS to look like Tarantino, in a place Tarantino's most famous movie was filmed? What does all of this mean? ALL OF IT.
(The following represents the kind of entries I have not included on the main site because how do you really convince anyone that, at times, the world seemingly revolves around you?)
1/13/2018: ballistic missile
I’ve needed to do laundry for a couple days now and have no clean clothes left. I only use unscented products but when I tried to buy these items over the last couple days, whether through a same day delivery service, or me deciding to venture out in the wild (something I wouldn't normally do because it's always some disaster), no one has them. It's been pretty odd.
So, I decided to just order them through Von's grocery delivery and wait another day to get them. I ordered a number of other things, just to make it worth it, but really, the only reason I'm placing a grocery delivery order is for the laundry products:
The EXACT moment the Von's delivery guy was arriving, Hawaii got a major emergency text about a ballistic missile incoming and for people to take shelter:
The alert occurred at 8:07 HI time, which was 10:07 my time.
My delivery guy arrives, gives me my stuff, and then I closed the door and began putting everything away. About 4 minutes later, I suddenly realize the laundry products, the only items I made the order for in the first place, were missing from the fucking bags. The items I had tried for 3 straight days to purchase from ANYONE.
I doubted the delivery truck was still outside as it had already been about 4 minutes since I closed the door but I ran to the door and the second I opened it, I saw his truck still parked out front, but suddenly it was pulling out into the street to leave. It was almost as if he timed it perfectly to wait for the second I opened the door.
Somehow, though, I was able to get his attention and stop him before he left. I told him about the missing items and he had no idea what to say and didn't believe he had them, but decided to go back to his truck to check. Sure enough he showed back up with the missing bag and claimed it had been labeled improperly.
Here is the "ballistic missile" false alarm tweet that occurred at 8:20 HI time which was 10:20 my time...and right after my delivery guy officially left:
That tweet came in 13 minutes after the original “ballistic” warning and basically the moment I established I had received the items I had been trying so hard to attain and was virtually finished putting away my groceries.
You can see from the songs in the graphic below, by the times shown on the right side, that the song that ended right before the delivery guy showed up and virtually the exact moment the ballistic missile warning text went out at 8:07 HI time (10:07 L.A. time) was “Know Your Enemy”. This song just happened to be on because I have my iTunes on shuffle. Interesting.
The next song I listened to actually started playing before I had to pause it to get the door when the delivery guy initially showed up. I then un-paused it while unloading the first part of my groceries and then had to pause it again when I had to flag the guy down suddenly. I finished listening to it while putting the remaining groceries away...and this is why a 6 minute song ended 15 minutes from when the previous song was over. I’m just showing you this so you can see the timing correspond with the HI missile tweets.
Ok, so let me explain what I believe occurred. This delivery guy was going to cause the ballistic missile which was a metaphor for the reaction I was about to have after realizing the items I’ve been trying to get for days were missing and it was too late to catch him. BUT I managed to catch him right before it happened, hence the false alarm tweet from the state of HI, 13 minutes after.
They claimed the alert was “human error” which I suspect means the guy not grabbing the proper bag or someone not labeling it correctly. Or was the delivery guy purposely set up to try and fuck with me as a test to see how I’d respond?
BTW, my “ballistic" reaction would have been more because I knew I was being fucked with, NOT because a couple items were missing. I was SUPER close to going on a curse rampage and when I get angry it’s like a 7.0+ earthquake.
NOTE: a couple weeks later the public would find out that the alert was supposed to be a test and that the person who sent the alert out didn't realize that and thought it was real:
This makes what happened to me make even more sense. The guy who delivered my groceries seemed to wait JUST long enough until I re-opened the door after already putting a number of items away. It’s as if he did it on purpose because the whole thing was a test.
(I've excluded entries like the following example because it's impossible to prove that I had a thought about someone at a certain time, which results in a direct response from the "universe". I have numerous notes like this.)
1/11/2017: ephie and sarah
I just realized the Ephie/Ivan connection based on my Alphabet Wheels theory.
Ephie Lowinger was the comedian I worked most closely with while I was working on my first website, freakfarm.com, in 1999. He was a rich coke head and he would constantly bother me late at night while he was high. I didn’t think his talent was worth the effort to try to work with the guy and told him I was done. He didn’t take it well.
A couple months later, I met Ivan Youngblood (Petersel) and he became the biggest comedic influence on freakfarm and eventually would be part of T-Shirt Hell. I've only just now realized the connection between going from Ephie to Ivan, based on the “"E” and the “I” paired together, on my diagram. This simply signals to me that they may be flip sides of the same person/energy:
The even more interesting thing is that Ivan’s best friend before meeting me was named Matt, which goes together with my name, Aaron (A/M).
NOTE: when I was writing the above entry into my Evernotes, I had a thought about Sarah Michelle Gellar for the first time in years. Ephie was REALLY into Sarah and he even had a girlfriend who looked kind of like her...and he would always talk about it. This tweet just came in RIGHT AFTER I had the thought about her:
I currently follow 15 twitter accounts, out of over 300 million active users. Obviously this happened on purpose and was meant for me. Not to mention, there hasn’t been anything about Sarah in the news in years. Typical, simulated reality nonsense.
(I've excluded entries like the following, because I failed to collect proof at the time, not realizing I would be creating this site at a later date.)
12/14/2016: squirrel and the mailman
I was looking at footage from an outside security camera to see if the mailman had put a key inside my mailbox in order to access the apartment complex’s multi-mailbox for me to retrieve an expected package that fits in there.
As I'm watching the footage, suddenly a squirrel comes running into the frame on the sidewalk next to the mailman. He ran up so fast, it startled the mailman.
It appeared from the footage, that right after that, the mailman DID put a key into one of the apartment slots that I thought may be mine. So, I go out to get the package. When I check my box, there is no key.
I know my package has arrived, because I got the USPS confirmation saying so. I need the key to open the other bigger compartment where my package is supposedly located.
I would come to find that he accidentally put my key in someone else’s slot and I wouldn’t get my package until 24 hours later, when I had to wait and watch for the mailman again to let him know.
Clearly the squirrel showed up as a troll to make it all happen. There is a scene in Hot Tub Time Machine where they time travel back to 1986 and lose a bet on a football game they knew the original score of. They were watching the play unfold and suddenly the camera showed a squirrel on the field and somehow it messed up the original play that they knew happened originally. Just like this fucking squirrel messed up the delivery of my package by causing the mailman to put my key in the wrong box.
I have no pics or video of this all happening, because I hadn't realized I would be creating a website like this later on. So, here's a picture a squirrel stealing someone else's mail:
(I've excluded entries like the following because they're just too crazy. I know what's happening is real, but it's hard to provide enough proof that you’ll believe.)
7/9/2014: red taylor
As I'm checking out Taylor Swift online, regardless of her real orientation (you never know with these shapeshifters whether they are male/female/alien/etc), she goes from wearing polka dots to blue (today is blue chakra day) to white (marriage) when I gave her “you know, I kinda like Taylor” energy.
Then suddenly there are tons of pics of her wearing red, in succession, which I theorize represents the root chakra and stands for “baby”. These monster celebs are looking for people who want to be their babies/give them blood, passionate energy towards them.
Suddenly, there is this interesting headline, along with her wearing red again:
There was also a sudden pic of Justin Timberlake with a red rose in his hat (she claims he is her biggest crush). I forgot to screenshot the JT pic as proof.
Then “give me strokes with the folks in the peanut trains” begins singing on my iTunes shuffle as I continue to look at pics of her. Based on the innuendo of that lyric, it's as if she made that song come on and is trying to get me to “give her strokes” (if you know what I mean) to show if I'm REALLY into her. I'm not really into her physically, as much as personality wise, so I would never do that.
After all the nonsense above, suddenly I notice a story on Flipboard with this picture:
So, we have someone named Taylor AND a red fingernail, like the red I mentioned above, and she is saying “for your appreciation, your meal is on us”.
I’ve pondered for years that I get rewarded by those I give the most attention to. My dinner tonight will somehow be rewarded to me for having given Taylor the amount of energy I just did.
Even though I believe I’m using my own money to do things, it’s entirely possible that money is just an illusion and that everything you are able to buy in this life is simply gifted to you when you give enough attention to certain people/entities.
(The following represents the kind of entry I left off the main site because I simply cannot provide proof of this all happening. Not with cameras, not with pictures, emails, etc.)
3/20/2017: the dog star
Lenny Kravitz’s “I Belong To you” comes on and I start singing along, as usual, as it’s right in my vocal range and I'm a big fan of the song.
It's nighttime and I’m outside on my roof deck and have been looking up at the sky, in Venice, where absolutely no stars are visible because of cloud cover.
The lyrics sing something about being the “ultimate star” and I am compelled to move my eyes left where suddenly I see a star appear from under the clouds. It’s almost as if I’m a puppet at that moment, because why would I just suddenly peer left, a major degree, to look directly at this star that is suddenly in that exact spot?
I wonder to myself if it's Sirius, because I know that's the "dog star" and I've equated being a dog to being a big fan of someone/something and I've been giving all this positive energy to Lenny as I sing along to his song.
So, I pull up my “Star Walk” iPhone app and sure enough the one star in the sky that is peaking through the clouds is Sirius, the dog star, the ultimate star (like the song was singing at that moment).
I’ve theorized and written for years that dogs appear to be fans showing unconditional love to their favorite “stars” (celebrities). The “Gods” need their “Dogs” and the brightest star in the sky is the dog star, Sirius. This is implying that the stars in the sky represent fans shining down on the celebs they are watching/listening to, or vice versa and the stars represent the celebs looking down on the dogs/fans.
I Belong To You by Lenny Kravitz:
You are the flame in my heart
You light my way in the dark
You are the ultimate star
You lift me from up above
Your unconditional love
Takes me to paradise
So, after that song played and I contemplated what it all meant, the very next song that comes on my iTunes shuffle is "We need to stay together" by NERD:
You were my friend
My friend 'til the end
You were my friend
Now what the fuck just happened
You don’t want me to go crazy girl..and chase ya, bitch
(dog = man’s best friend, dog = bitch, etc)
(I've excluded the following types of entries because they represent something called the "Mandela Effect" and it's hard to provide proof of these being true.)
2/20/2018: snippet
Occasionally, I will take a song from my iTunes collection and use Audacity to edit it so that it plays a section of the song, over and over, because I like that one section so much. I call them "Snippets" and I've done it for about 10 songs over the last few years.
It just dawned on me today that the first song I ever did something like this with was a Blonde Redhead song. The name of the song? Snippet.
I ponder that the song was NOT called that originally and it’s been magically changed because of what I did to it and because it was the first song I ever did that to.
Here is my “snippet” version:
Here is the original song:
(I've excluded the following kind of entry because It's hard to provide much proof of it happening AND because it's so fucking crazy that, well, someone might actually believe I was......................wait for it.....................CRAZY.)
6/16/2017: food collision
This morning, a Japanese container ship crashed into the USS Fitzgerald and 7 crewman are lost.
Yesterday I ate Japanese food for lunch and then ate American pizza rolls for dinner. I believe the ship collision is a metaphoric projection into my reality of my food from yesterday crashing into each other in my digestive system and/or in the toilet this morning, which was taking place right at the EXACT TIME the ships collided:
There is a 17 hour difference between L.A. and JST, which meant 1:30am for them was 8:30am my time, which was exactly when I was taking the shit.
(I didn’t think at the time to take a screen shot of my browser history to show the length of time I wasn’t surfing the net, which was proof of me taking a shit at that time. I also forgot to take a picture of the shit :)
Here is the Japanese food order, the previous day for lunch. I can’t prove to you I ate Tortino’s pizza rolls for dinner, but I did:
(The following example represents a simple story about what I consider an important happening, but it doesn't really provide any proof or even interesting content for anyone other than the people I mention in the text. I've excluded virtually all of these kinds of entries from the site.)
2/19/2016: sedona clone lunch
I eat lunch with Bill (my dad) in Sedona and while we’re eating, a Sharon (my mom) look-a-like shows up with an attractive blonde who has a baby. The blonde is wearing yellow, which I know represents fire/3rd chakra. I happen to believe my mom is somehow associated with the color yellow/fire. She is a self-proclaimed bitch and was born on a Monday (yellow chakra day).
I'm also under the assumption that my father is represented by the color green, which is the "dad" chakra (something I've deemed is true, but is not written about online anywhere else) and he was born on a Tuesday (green chakra day).
As we’re leaving, an extremely attractive girl is at the front desk, suddenly, almost as if on purpose for me to look at. She is wearing green. It’s almost like there is a competition going on between my mother with her yellow and my father with his green. I mean, both girls were very attractive, but obviously I'd have to go with the one without a baby in hand. Sorry, mom.
While we’re outside, right before saying goodbye, suddenly a David Ison look-a-like walks up to the restaurant. David was my dad's best buddy over the last number of years, until my father moved back to Sedona.
But of course, my father has nothing constructive to say about this happening and he just brushes it all off (the Sharon clone, the David clone, etc). He did agree the guy looked just like David Ison, so I guess that's something. But he doesn’t care what it means. THIS is the problem with my reality.