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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

After the last message, April 19, all these pipe and tobacco things become clearly set out for me.

First it was, that I early had two pipes. First a straight pipe, and after that a bent pipe. It is a picture of two pipes similar to these pipes in Messages 5; Tuesday, April 8, 2014. The bent pipe was a very good pipe; not a most expensive one, but a really good one. That pipe fell in the sea by a wharf in the summer 1972. The straight pipe was not bad either, it was a cheap one. I threw that pipe in the rubbish bin, when I had bought the better bent pipe.

When I lost that pipe in 1972, I went to a shop and bought cigarette paper. From then onwards I smoked rolling tobacco for some years. Mostly I smoked a tobacco from a Norwegian company, 'A. Asbjørnsens Tobacco Factory'; called 'Eventyrblanding' (Fairy Tale Mixture). On the front of that pack of tobacco, it was a drawing of a fox which smoked a pipe. The smart fox is a well known figure in the Norwegian folk tales.

In Norway, Asbjørnsen and Moe (Peter Christen Asbjørnsen 1812 ‐ 1884 and Jørgen Moe 1813 ‐ 1882) collected all the Norwegian folk tales. We had all these folk tales at home when I was a child, three large books. I had read many of these folk tales several times, and could have told some of them without the books.

When I was a child, together with my mother's mother at the alpine pasture, in the summer vacations; she told such folk tales for me without having the books. That was at night; when I had gone to bed, in the light from the kerosene lamp. The farm animals had calmed themselves down in the cow barn, today's work was done, outside the mountain cottage it was only the wind which could be heard, as it blew over the large mountains. It was possible to see mountain top after mountain top in the daytime, but at night only dark shadows could be seen outside the windows with small window panes, under the quiet starry sky. Sometimes there were stormy weather, but the mountain cottage build with logs, could stand against the storm; so inside the cottage it was snug and cozy in the heat from the wood fuel stove.

So this fox on the front of this pack of tobacco, was something I connected with these folk tales.

On the photograph from 1975 in Message 6; Wednesday, April 16, 2014; I can see that I smoke a ordinary bent pipe. I do not remember when I bought that pipe, but I think it was after we moved to that basement flat. I also think it was a quite cheap, but usable pipe, which became better and better. I do not nor remember when I stopped smoking that pipe. But on the photograph from 1976, under the 'Images' link on the top of the web site, and 'Photo Album', picture 38; I can see that I make my own cigarette from rolling tobacco.

So when these criminals did this influence against me early in 1976, I am quite sure about that I smoked that bent pipe. And now I can understand, that they have done something regarding that. That photograph from 1975 is from my parent's photo album. I have seen it a few times before, and it has always changed in my memory afterwards. The pipe has always changed to a black sand jetted half bent long pipe, which I never managed to bring about so it became a good pipe. And here comes what this is about, all of these are shortened:

I have had a fake memory image, about that I first smoked a cheap filter pipe, with a pipe bowl which I could screw off and on. Both the filter under the pipe bowl, and in the straight pipe stem, become very much burned. The pipe stem under the bowl also become burned and had melted a little. I became angry at that pipe, and threw it away. I would never have such a pipe again. After that, I should have had a long bent pipe, with a loose stem between a very large pipe bowl and the mouthpiece. I broke the stem between, down by the bowl, and had to use it as a short pipe.

One of my friends had also a similar pipe, which looked the same; but his pipe was stronger than mine. He did not broke his stem between the bowl and the mouthpiece. And I could see him sitting satisfied and smoking his pipe; when I had fumbled my long stem to pieces, and I had to use it as a short pipe. Also many years after my wife and I had been divorced, when I visited him again, he still had his pipe, and sat satisfied and smoked his pipe. When I did not know where my pipe had disappeared.

He got married with my wife's sister. And now I understand this in that way; that these criminals have influenced me to get this memory image, in a way where I never should understand anything about it. I should only become influenced by this without understanding anything about it. This memory image has been very crisp and clean in my mind for a very long time now. But yesterday I understood this, and found out about it.

This is like a new breakthrough for me. Like a little piece which makes me understand it all. Not completely, but as I understand what this is about. I also get feelings like coming free, coming out off a locked up capsule, looking up over the hill so I can see the landscape, the piece into the picture in a puzzle which makes me see what the picture is, etc.

So this last discovery, really makes me feel that I have come a great step forward. I also think that they have wanted to ruin my interest for pipe smoking. Earlier I looked at pipe smoking as something funny. I liked the smell of the tobacco. I had an idea about smoking a little pipe. I think these criminals have influenced me to never succeed in that. I always should buy too many pipes, and smoke too much, so I always had to stop again. They have wanted to ruin my interest for pipe smoking, which was to only smoke a little bit pipe.

I also think that they have influenced me to smoke cigarettes, instead of a pipe.

Below there is a picture of a similar pipe, which looks like that I had in 1975, the tobacco tin, and a matchbox which I used at that time.

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After this, I also start to think about what follows:

It is the people themselves, who create a good society. It is impossible for both the politicians, and the police, to create a good society. The politicians and the police can only form the basis of a good society, and protect the people's possibility to maintain a good society. The society; that is the people themselves.

People have to understand, and find out, about why different things go on and happen. When the people have the power, they also are responsible for how the society is. Today this can look complicated; but I think that is because things have become messed up. In reality I think it is not that much complicated. Then, that also is the problem; to find out about what it is which is the much more simple explanation. Of course this little note only is a little to bring this view of the situation to the fore.

There is no doubt about, that I think it is these criminals who use mind control, who have caused this incomprehensible situation in the societies and in the whole world. There is need for good thinking and understanding, to find out about these tings; these criminals only cause that others ruin for each others, they do not attack us in openness by themselves.

This requires thinking, understanding and collaboration, to find out what it is which really goes on. I think they most of all are afraid of a peaceful and intelligent counterattack. And that needs a peaceful social situation, which I think, is what these criminals most of all are afraid of. Peace is what they most of all is afraid of. And this is something important, for all the humans in the world today to understand.

David H. Hegg